While relying on the Gacha, Felix had gotten a combination of items that could potentially work against Charybdis. That was all it was for now, a plan. It wasn't like he could immediately understand how effective the Overlord magic would be in this world, or even how far the sealing magic he had obtained could go.
At least with the sealing magic, since it had been directly learned instead of stored inside a book, he had some confidence. When he focused, his senses could still perceive the remnants of the original seal. It was like a cage that had never truly disappeared, only bent out of shape. The structure still existed, but Charybdis' physical manifestation had forced its way through it, allowing the creature to exert itself freely into the world.
As Felix began pouring mana into the Nameless Book of Spells, Carrion, who had been on the verge of exhaustion, forced himself to move again.
Felix watched from below, maintaining his focus while the book drank in his magicules. Back when he had read the light novels, he had never thought much of Carrion. At best, he had seemed like a side character, someone strong but not relevant when it truly mattered. Right now, Felix found himself hoping that impression had been wrong.
Because if Carrion fell, this plan would fall apart before it even began.
Carrion roared as he surged forward again, his Royal Beast Form flickering with strained power. Even at his limit, he threw himself back into the fight. Claws tore across Charybdis' scales, fists slammed into its massive body, and kicks struck with enough force to crack what should have been impenetrable defenses.
Each blow left visible damage. Scales shattered. Flesh split. For brief moments, the creature's regeneration lagged, unable to keep up with the sheer force being applied.
But it wasn't enough.
Charybdis was simply too large. The damage, no matter how severe it looked up close, meant very little to something of that size. Carrion might as well have been carving chunks out of a mountain. Painful, yes. Irritating, certainly. But never fatal.
Still, it bought time.
Time was all Felix needed.
By the time Carrion's movements slowed again, Felix had already spent close to half an hour feeding mana into the book. His reserves had dropped dangerously low, but the spell was ready.
He exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
Then he began.
The Nameless Book of Spells rose into the air in front of him, its pages flipping rapidly before stopping on a single spread. Magicules gathered densely along the page, condensing into something almost tangible.
And then—
The spell was released.
[Triple Maximize Magic: Greater Resist Break]
The moment it struck, the atmosphere shifted.
The oppressive weight of mana jamming that had been suffocating everything in the area didn't disappear completely, but it shattered enough to change the battlefield. What had once felt like being trapped deep underwater now felt closer to standing at the edge of a shallow current. The pressure remained, but it no longer dictated every movement.
Charybdis' magical resistance collapsed under the effect of the spell. The creature was stripped down to its raw physicality.
Felix didn't waste even a second reacting to the change.
He had already been preparing the next step.
Magic circles began forming around Charybdis, one after another, layered and interlocking. They did not simply attack. They pressed in, restricting movement, pushing against the creature from all sides.
But the real target was not Charybdis itself.
It was the seal.
The broken cage that still lingered beneath everything.
Felix forced his magic into it, reinforcing it, reshaping it, reconnecting what had been torn apart. Instead of creating something new, he strengthened what was already there, forcing it back into function.
Above, Carrion paused for a brief moment, his instincts picking up the shift in the battlefield.
"So that's what he's been preparing for…" he muttered under his breath.
Then, drawing in the freed magicules around him, Carrion pushed himself one last time.
His body surged forward, his Royal Beast Form stabilizing just enough for a final assault. He shot toward Charybdis like a meteor.
As the creature struggled against the tightening seal, Carrion struck.
The impact echoed through the forest. This time, without the mana jamming suppressing him, the force of his attack carried its full weight. The blow drove deep, cracking through layers of scales and forcing Charybdis' attention entirely onto him.
That was the opening Felix needed.
He pushed everything he had into the seal.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then the world itself seemed to distort.
Magicules twisted violently, folding inward as if space was being compressed around a single point. Charybdis' massive form began to shrink, its body breaking down into raw energy. The storm that made up its existence collapsed inward, drawn into the reinforced seal.
Bit by bit, the enormous creature condensed.
Until all that remained was a sphere no larger than a tennis ball.
A chaotic storm churned within it, contained but far from calm.
Alongside it, something else fell from the sky.
The body of the host.
Twisted beyond recognition, bloated and broken, its limbs distorted in unnatural angles. The remnants of what had once been a person lay still, emptied of purpose now that the core had been removed.
Felix looked at it for a brief moment, then away.
So the timeline had already shifted.
This wasn't the same host he remembered.
He didn't dwell on it.
Instead, he reached out and caught the sealed core as it drifted down. Even now, it felt unstable, like something that could break free if left unchecked. He layered additional seals over it without hesitation, reinforcing the containment before slipping it into his pocket.
Only then did he allow himself to breathe.
A loud laugh echoed from above as Carrion descended.
"Well done, Hero Felix," Carrion said, his voice carrying both exhaustion and satisfaction. "It seems today a hero has saved a Demon Lord and his people."
Felix smiled faintly and extended his hand. "Hero or Demon Lord, we were both fighting for the same reason. That's what matters. Titles don't really mean much beyond that."
Carrion stared at him for a moment, then grinned and clasped his hand firmly.
In that moment, they were not enemies, nor figures of legend.
Just two fighters who had survived the same battle.
Carrion didn't linger long after that. With a final nod, he took to the sky and headed back toward the city, likely more exhausted than he let on.
The Beastketeers approached shortly after.
Albis had already returned to her normal form. Though visibly tired, her posture remained composed, her expression calm as ever.
"Thank you for your help, Hero Felix," she said, giving a slight bow.
Felix waved it off. "No need for that. It's part of the job."
Phobio crossed his arms, studying Felix with a more serious look. "You know, when I first heard the rumors about you, I thought they were exaggerated."
Felix tilted his head slightly. "Oh? There are rumors already?"
Suphia let out a laugh. "Of course there are. People are saying you made Clayman run for his life without even using magic or weapons. Is that true?"
Felix scratched his cheek lightly. "Not exactly. He did end up with a pretty bad injury, but that wasn't really my doing. A… small friend helped with that. I just kicked him at the right moment."
Suphia blinked. "Wait, the kick part was real?"
"Apparently," Felix replied with a small grin.
While they spoke, Albis turned to Mjurran. "And you… is it true? Were you really being controlled by Clayman?"
Mjurran nodded. "He has a skill that allows him to manipulate others, as long as he prepares beforehand."
Albis' expression hardened slightly, but she didn't press further.
By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, exhaustion had settled into everyone except one person.
Suphia suddenly straightened up, her energy returning out of nowhere. "Alright, who's up for a celebration? I know a place that should still be open!"
The silence that followed was immediate.
"No," Phobio said.
"Absolutely not," Albis added.
Felix shook his head. "Sleep sounds better."
Suphia clicked her tongue but didn't argue further.
After parting ways, Felix headed to where he had left his tent, retrieved the white fox, and made his way back to the inn. The moment he reached the room, he dropped onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
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Felix remained in the city for a few more days.
Part of it was simple necessity. His body needed rest after everything that had happened. The other part was the banquet Carrion had arranged in his honor.
It had been a surprisingly pleasant experience. The food lacked the variety of spices Felix was used to, but the natural flavors were rich and satisfying in their own way. The conversations were just as memorable. Carrion, despite his reputation, was straightforward and easy to talk to, and the Beastketeers each brought their own presence to the table.
Still, none of that was the main reason Felix stayed.
Most of his time was spent with the Nameless Book of Spells.
Reading it.
Understanding it.
And more importantly, pouring mana into it.
By the end of three days, he had spent nearly thirty hours feeding it magicules.
It was enough.
The next morning, Felix, Mjurran, and the white fox left the city and headed deeper into the Jura Forest. After putting some distance between themselves and civilization, they stopped in a quiet clearing.
"Stay here, alright? Don't move until I tell you," Felix said as he gently set the fox down.
She looked up at him, ears twitching slightly.
Felix opened the book.
[Divine Miracle]
A tenth-tier spell.
The magic circle that formed beneath the fox was large and intricate, its patterns glowing faintly as energy gathered. Magicules poured out of the book in a steady stream, bathing the area in warm, golden light.
The healing began almost immediately.
The fox's weakened body stabilized first, then strengthened. The lingering damage from past experiments, the corruption in her spiritual energy, even the subtle fractures in her mind caused by trauma, all began to mend.
Her form shifted gradually.
Fur that had once been dull and thin became soft and full again. Her small body grew slightly, her presence becoming more defined. Even her eyes seemed brighter, clearer than before.
Felix watched quietly, a sense of relief settling in his chest.
When the light finally faded, he called out softly, "Come here."
The fox didn't hesitate. She bounded forward and leapt into his arms, pressing herself against him.
He chuckled under his breath, gently stroking her head.
That was when he felt it.
A faint tug at the edge of his thoughts.
He focused on it.
"Master master master… master master master…"
The voice wasn't clear in the usual sense. It felt more like a rhythm, a repeated echo brushing against his mind.
He blinked once, then responded cautiously.
"Oh… so you can communicate now?"
"Master… hungry… hungry…"
Felix let out a small breath of amusement.
"Yeah, that makes sense."
He reached into his bag and pulled out some food, offering it to her. She ate eagerly, her earlier weakness completely gone.
Once they finished, the three of them resumed their journey toward the growing nation within the forest.
The road wasn't entirely smooth, of course. With Felix's luck, trouble had a habit of finding him. But compared to everything that had happened before, it was manageable.
At the same time, Felix continued studying the book.
Learning magic directly while observing its structure accelerated his understanding far beyond normal limits. Within twenty days, he had already grasped the fundamentals of Tier 1 and Tier 2 magic, and even managed to learn Tier 3 spells with some effort.
One of his favorites quickly became [Fly].
It was simple, efficient, and far more convenient than relying on Mjurran every time they needed to travel quickly.
Another spell he grew fond of was [Hot Spring], which did exactly what the name suggested. It turned travel through the forest into something far more comfortable than it had any right to be.
Mjurran, for her part, seemed particularly impressed by that one.
"It's one of the most practical spells I've ever seen," she admitted once.
After roughly twenty days of travel, they finally saw Tempest from above.
Even from a distance, it stood out.
The layout, the structure, the organization of the city, everything about it felt different from the rest of the world. Clean roads, well-planned buildings, and a sense of order that didn't exist elsewhere.
As they descended and landed just outside the gates, Felix could already feel attention shifting toward them.
He couldn't exactly blame anyone.
Flying into a city wasn't exactly subtle.
Once inside, Felix didn't waste time.
"Where's the market?" he asked one of the locals, already moving.
Tempest, being influenced by another world, didn't disappoint.
Clothing that resembled Earth's fashion filled the shops.
Felix picked up a shirt, running his fingers over the fabric with a faint smile. "Finally…"
Mjurran, meanwhile, had drifted toward a section filled with more practical clothing.
"Want to try it?" Felix asked.
She nodded. "They look comfortable."
"They are."
While she changed, Felix picked out a few additional outfits that he thought would suit her.
When she stepped out, there was a faint hint of hesitation in her expression.
"How do I look?"
Felix glanced up, then paused for a moment.
"Really good," he said honestly. "It suits you."
A faint blush appeared on her face.
"Then… I'll try the others too."
They ended up buying far more than they had planned.
Afterward, they made their way toward the food stalls, picking up snacks and sitting down to eat.
The fox, who had been dozing off during their shopping, woke up the moment food appeared and immediately began wandering around nearby.
Felix kept track of her easily, letting her roam without worry.
"So," Mjurran said after a moment, "what's next after Tempest?"
Felix leaned back slightly. "We head west. Through the Western Nations, then take the route through the Elven Kingdom. That should get us to Ingracia."
She nodded, considering it.
By the time their food arrived, the fox had already returned, settling beside them.
They had barely started eating when Felix noticed movement nearby.
A group was approaching.
He recognized Benimaru, Shion, and Shuna immediately.
The fourth figure, however—
That made him pause.
Light blue hair. Calm smile. A presence that felt… familiar.
She stepped forward.
"Hello, Hero Felix," she said gently. "I'm Rimuru."
Felix's thoughts froze for a second.
…That was not what he expected.
A/n: Serious rewriting chapter is way harder than writing it first time. This time I've only used AI for grammer and spelling check only.
If someone still doesn't like the chapter than don't further, try other books there are many great authors out there.
Anyways, I'll try to update sooner now since it's finally been rewritten.