Chapter 50: 50 – It was wrong to copy a Faker

A sword forged from thin air and mana.

Welf didn't know how it happened, but he knew that it was necessary to face the monster in front of him.

"Welf?"

He heard Fae speak up from behind him. Hesitant and also a bit embarrassed.

To be honest, he was a bit embarrassed as well. He didn't think that he would say something like that, but it was already too late to take it back. So instead, he turned to give her a quick smile before focusing on the monster.

It was a Silverback. An ape-like creature with silver fur and hulking muscles.

Kind of reminded him of Bell at the moment with his random muscle growth, actually.

But that wasn't important.

Welf grabbed the handle of the sword he forged and focused.

...The monster wasn't normal. Just like the others that had been appearing throughout the city, the Silverback was corrupted by something.

Slashes and scars covered the Silverback's body, like it had been split apart over and over. But at the same time, eerie black vines stitched those severed parts back together, giving the monster the appearance of a haphazardly fixed stuffed animal.

But more than that, it was strong.

Welf wasn't as crazy as Bell who could apparently tell exactly how strong people were somehow, but he had been in plenty of dangerous situations. More since meeting Bell.

And his instincts were telling him that the monster was strong. Strong enough to rip him apart if he wasn't careful. But...

'You think I'll lose in front of Fae?'

His heart was pounding. Whether that was because Fae was behind him, because he sprinted here on instinct, or because he was overdrawing his mana with the sword he made, Welf didn't know.

But what he did know was...

"Burn out."

...He could kill it.

"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!"

The monster roared and pounced.

"WELF!"

Fae screamed.

A black and silver blur approached, quickly resolving into a giant fist swinging at Welf's face.

But he didn't retreat or try to parry. Instead, he swung his sword to meet the fist and shouted. "False works!"

Static.

Welf felt his sword connect with the fist and cut through. But the moment it did, he got a wave of feedback. Like his entire body was steel and something just slammed against it, sending a reverberation throughout.

Information flowed into his head. Pictures on a screen of a young man facing off against a similar opponent. And then text, appearing in Welf's field of vision, overlaying the Silverback.

Static.

*
The [flames] have died down.

There are about thirty meters to the [Silverback].

It'll take [it] less than three seconds to close this distance.

-Therefore.

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The outcome of this battle will be decided in the next three seconds.
*

'What... is this...?'

A sense of incongruency.

Time had crawled to a halt as Welf faced off against the Silverback. Even so, information continued to flow and words continued to appear.

*
My mind is clear.

I know the scope of my power.

Projection using [concept creation], basic structure, composition, production technique, growth experience, and accumulated years.

A [False Reality] that [distorts] the world engraved in [the soul], the embodiment of the [fictional] world using the theory of [realization], [fiction in fiction].

Inheritance of battle technique, experience, and physical strength from [***** ******.]

>ERROR.

>Failed to reach source.

>Failed to compile recorded recollection.
*

Something cracked.

The moment it did, time resumed and the Silverback charged.

Welf blinked and then moved to swing his sword again. But as he did, he staggered, suddenly feeling like his body was wrong. That the limbs he used to stand and swing his sword were a bit too long. That the flow of his mana wasn't right.

*CLANG.*

The sword that had cut through the Silverback's fist before was pushed back. With it, Welf staggered. And because of that, he couldn't block the follow up attack.

But-

"You idiot!"

-Someone else did for him.

Fae pulled Welf back, opening up a gap between them and the Silverback.

The moment she did, Welf managed to get a hold of himself, snapping out of his daze. That sense of incongruency vanished as well. And just in time.

"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!"

The Silverback roared again, furious. The black vines that were keeping it together pulsed, slowly threading through its muscles as if trying to replace them. At the same time, its eyes started shining with a dark crimson light. Moreover, the pressure it exerted started to intensify.

Fae tensed for a moment before stepping away from Welf and raising her sword. When she did, she looked at Welf and pursed her lips. "...Don't try to be a hero. I'll take care of this, so run away."

Welf laughed and then raised his sword as well. "Who said anything about being a hero?" Pointing it at the Silverback, he said, "I've already had one goddess sacrifice herself for my sake. I won't let the one I love do the same."

Fae's face turned red, but she pointedly ignored looking at Welf. Instead, she focused on the Silverback and said, "F-Fine. Then... let's-"

Before she could finish talking, an explosion erupted. The source was a group of towering black pillars with crimson lines glowing within them. Shortly after that, a torrential rain of light fell from up above.

The Silverback that had given Fae and Welf so much trouble, the terrifying monster that was getting stronger by the second...

It ripped apart, turning into nothing more than a haze of black and red. But even that disappeared as a person landed in the middle of the pillars.

Messy white hair. Sharp crimson eyes. A honed and muscular body that was covered in black plate mail with crimson lines threading through it all. And then a transparent energy shield on his left arm.