Tyrants of Earth - The Legend of Artigan

It was, in many ways, the only thing that mattered. The question had haunted Ryan’s mind every time he tried to sleep. An impossible puzzle that made little sense. At least, until you came to the same conclusion he did

Gamielle was an adventurer. That meant two lives. Not only had she lost her safety life, she’d lost it while being the daughter of the Witch Tyrant. A being who could split her mind, cast spells into leveled zones and made both worlds dance on the palm of her hand.

There was no satisfactory answer you could come up with, no matter how much you hypothesized, there was no reasonable scenario where Gamielle could lose a safety life then be allowed to act freely outside of her mother’s control.

Unless of course, someone had both the ability and the intelligence exceeding the WItch Tyrant.

And there was only one creature in both worlds that had both qualities. Only one being in existence that the Witch Tyrant might never see coming. The only entity that benefitted from one of the most powerful people in the world losing her mind.

The Manager.

So Ryan sat acting as judge and jury, the eight Epic class orbs vibrating with the implanted crystallized fragments of his aura.

The Manager was expressionless, silent for what might as well have been an eternity.

“Does it matter what I say when you’ve already made up your mind?”

“I just want to know if you’ll stay truthful until the end.”

The Manager rose to the challenge, unbothered by the underlying threat.

“I did not directly cause her death. No. But I did set it up so that it would be inevitable. Does that ans–”

A crystallized dagger slammed into an invisible form-fitting barrier, a mere hair’s breadth from the Manager’s right eye. Even the entity seemed surprised, its eyes widening a little at the tip of the dagger trying to pierce the barrier.

It hadn’t expected him to immediately try to kill it with brute force alone.

The Manager’s Abode was never considered a safe zone.

Ryan had planned on a more deliberate attack, but he’d lost control. His temper more of a switch that flipped, rather than something that bubbled over.

Neither of them had realized just how much pure rage he had been holding back.

The activation of [Instant Dodge] had been almost unconscious, the red crystallized dagger of aura a perfect shape to stab deep into the entity’s skull.

Ryan’s hand trembled, trying desperately to force the knife through the barrier. His mind focused on one task and one task only.

Kill the Manager.

Nothing else fucking mattered.

It was the only sane decision. It didn’t matter if the Witch Tyrant was killed or she somehow managed to revive her daughter. It wouldn’t matter if Ryan became stronger than every single Tyrant and stood above them all.

Not as long as this mad entity still remained in his worlds.

Nothing was sacred and nothing was safe. Only monsters could act like this.

And The Rogue Adventurer would always look for an opportunity to kill them.

[Double Stab]

He tried to will the secondary stab to slip past the barrier. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he still had to try it. The tiny barrier seemed to have an infinite distance built into it that absorbed the spectral second stab.

But that was fine, he knew that one. He wasn’t the first crazy adventurer from Earth to try to kill the Manager.

Though none of them had ever tried this.

He switched the dagger to a reverse grip, raising it high above the Manager’s head, and stabbed down.

Stab.

The crystallized blade slamming against the barrier began to vibrate, a harmony ringing throughout the Manager’s abode at every single stab.

Stab.

His right arm rose once again, aura wrapping itself as he finally stopped holding back his class, losing himself to it. His eyes turned into a burning crimson fire.

Stab.

The Aura Tyrant stepped forth, furious that this entity would always be here to bring ruination upon his empire. It called upon the fragments it had sown only moments before.

[Aura Command: TO ME]

The crystallizations of his aura, of his very soul, began to light up in the class orbs, resonating with the ringing blade that he was holding high into the air.

Great roots of aura split out from the circulatory structure in his right hand, connecting to each of the crystals embedded in the classes. With the connection, the class orbs began to resonate as one.

If aura was a projection of the soul, then the resounding harmony was nothing less than his soul aligning with every single class.

With all eight classes together, they brought something more to every single—

STAB!