Limitless John Gold (e reader for manga .TXT) 📖

“You will be an outlaw in the eyes of the celestials. All of our allies, be they warriors or simple angels coming down to the world, will attack you.”

The angel talks like someone endowed with power and strength, unmoved so far by emotion.

“So, you aren’t a simple angel?”

“I am Cerubiel, the oldest of the twelve cherubs in the city of Nor, one of the twenty-seven heavenly cities. And who are you, foul human?”

“Me? Oh, I’m nobody, and I don’t have a name. You’ve never heard of me, and there are hardly any people in the world who know me.”

“Don’t lie to me! The impression left by the magic of death, dark rituals, and divine curses is only born by one wanderer. You’re Sagie, spiller of the river of blood in Ovidius. Do you know how many souls thirst after vengeance for your crimes?”

“I’d love to know! Let’s see, around a hundred pirates who wanted to attack a trading ship? Or the monsters trying to eat me? Or, perhaps, you saved me when a bunch of men sacrificed me on an altar. How about when my family was killed in front of me? Where were you?”

I’ve already figured out what’s going on. The winged beasts have heard of me somehow, even though I’ve never worked on a reputation with them, and we already hate each other. The angels don’t like the fact that the keepers of the world let me through, that I don’t have the requisite level, and that the color of my aura doesn’t fit their décor. What did you expect? But the angel has realized that I’m not really having a conversation with him any longer.

“Enough. You are forbidden entry to our lands.”

“I didn’t ask for your permission.”

The angel tosses up his spear, and I can feel the wave of strength from a long way off. The tip glimmers silver.

“In that case, I will punish you myself.”

I’m at least three hundred meters from the crown of my tree. The angel definitely knew when and where to appear. His combat outfit, his buffs, his emotional state, and his weapon are all at the ready. He was planning on killing me regardless.

My chimeric shield blunts the hit I take, leaving the angel’s weapon to bury itself in a cliff and release the charge pent up inside it. Interesting little toy!

Two light blades appear in Cerubiel’s hands. They do long-term debuffs, burning holes in the mental body of their victims. I get the impression he wants to keep me from going any further by crippling me. That might work if I didn’t have panacea.

The angel absorbs a hit from my force blade with his magic shield. A tiny magic space eddy appears right above his head, which tells me that his defense is linked to the astral source of his strength. Knocking through it will be like breaking a castle shield.

“Idiot. Punisher! Maximum!”

This time I just intensify the spell; there’s no point scaling it. Instead of the latter, I use all eleven of my streams of consciousness to spend a deluge of mana. My health bar hovers at 1%, as I spend everything on the attack. More than 100 million mana gone, just like that.

I’m perfectly fine with dying so long as I take the bastard with me. Looking up, the angel sees the light blade appearing above him. My hair stands on end, my teeth ache, and my arms are covered in goosebumps. The clouds part, allowing the shining blade to illuminate everything around us. Plants dry up, sweat evaporates, messages start popping up in the chat about thermal damage and debuffs from being mentally burned, and all I can say is wow before the explosion.

Fighting the Kraken taught me something: to reduce the damage you take from area spells, you need to lessen the surface area of the parts of your body that are exposed to them. Right before the hit, I crouch, tuck my knees up against my chest, and take cover behind my chimeric shield. Its charge should last for fourteen seconds of 50 million damage.

Whereas I beat Ablom with a thermonuclear explosion five hundred meters away from where I was standing, I kill the angel with an atom bomb dropped from thirty meters above him. And I forgot what happens when Light Magic is highly concentrated. I’m thrown backward, flying across the stone plateau and the field around my tree. I tumble over the cliffs and eventually come to a stop half a kilometer out at sea. But I survived, damn it! My shield is barely intact, and I got another tick for sandman. Human – 1, angels – 0.

Relationship with the angel race: -100000

Current relationship: Hatred

Mental mark received: Enemy of the angels

All representatives of the race will attack you without warning, and also be careful of the peoples allied with them.

Achievement received: Live ammunition. Third rank.

Exceed your natural maximum speed by a factor of three.

Reward: +150 to all attributes

And thus begins my war on Tanatos. As soon as I pull myself out of the water, a couple angels try to kill me. Fools! I’m already under the crown of my tree, where killing me is almost impossible. My chimeric shield sucks up 200 million processed health, and a shower of dry leaves falls from the sky.

The pair of angels turns out to be just the first of the group sent to destroy me, but I have a hard time killing even them. They have a minute-long bubble, a magic shield pulling from an astral source, and maximum spells using Light, Water, Air, and Mind Magic. They put up a fight normal people could only dream of. And when I realize what they’re really capable of, it hits me how lucky I was to take Cerubiel out with one strike. All he had to do was throw up a bubble, and I would’ve been toast.

It’s not even worth mentioning minor details like 100% resistance to all forms of damage. The pair