Tyrants of Earth - The Legend of Artigan

*An esport top competitor received a sponsorship from South Korea. The world waited in bated breath for another variation of the [Prodigy] title. The young man, Lee Sang-hoon had promised to do his country proud. The team, organized by the South Korean government, pushed to perform, attempted to do the first Trial in the most difficult manner possible, with their bare hands. A mistake that ended with a team wipe.

- I’m not making any comments about what happened. I’m now a free agent. I’ve chosen to become Realmbound, if there’s anyone willing to let me lead the team instead then I’d like you to join me. @Kiron (Verified, R0)

↪Fuck it, I’m in. Been waiting for a decent team for too long. Big fan, Let’s GOOOO @Miteone (Verified, R0)

The sword spun forward, faster than the drone. It had no time to maneuver away. How far was he into a leveled zone? How high was the latency at this distance? Milliseconds? Far too long for the drone to receive new orders.

Right before the sword touched the drone, a spectral hand materialized and knocked away his soulsword.

Ryan landed on the ground, only slightly disappointed. Sure he’d missed out on the drone and everything, but he’d just confirmed something even more valuable.

The Witch Tyrant’s illusions didn’t just project aura, smell, sounds and sight, they had actual physical force as well. He’d bet anything that taste was included. At what point does an illusion stop being an illusion?

Gamielle laughed as the Witch glared at him. At this point he was getting used to it.

“What’s your Legend called? [Very Real Illusions]? [Illusions to Reality]? How is that fair?”

The Witch Tyrant raised her brows, then shook her head.

“You have deduced more of my Legend than all of my enemies put together. Do you believe that's something you should be flaunting?”

Ryan put his hands up, the picture of innocence.

“Hey, you told me to take every opportunity to get stronger. Look, I even leveled a skill!”