This is the story of a magician and an elf girl.

"It's... my fault... If it weren't for me..."

As the curse of the hellfire seeps deeper and deeper into Jack's heart, his rationality gradually begins to be eroded by negative emotions...

"Jack!! Jack!! Cheer up!!!"

"Wendy...I..."

"It's okay...it's okay...get up...stand up...didn't you swear? Are you going to go back on your word? Are you going to stop here? Stand up! Stand up! Quickly stand up! Jack!!"

"!"

Unable to leave him alone, Wendy descended from the sky like an angel, and held his cold hand tightly, pulling him out of the abyss of death. Her dazzling wings attracted the eyes of the hellhounds like bait.

"Swoosh, snap, snap, snap

The Youzi who was standing below and sniping them also came here and used his skills to repel the attacks of the hellhounds one after another: "Sister Wendy! Hurry up!"

"Skill - Walking in the Air!"

After activating the skill, Wendy has the power to allow multiple people to fly with her at the same time, but as the number of people increases, the magic power consumed also increases. Allowing only Youzi and Jack to fly with her at the same time is already her limit.

The hellhounds that were breathing heavily below were almost bloodthirsty. When they saw the corpses of adventurers, they immediately pounced on them and ate them up whole. Even for adventurers who were not dead yet, they played with their limbs and pulled them around like toys.

“Ahhhh! Help…Help.”

“Roar, ga ga ga!! ga ga ga!!”

“Aa ...

Jack, who was unable to save them, could not move when he heard the screams, even if he wanted to go to the rescue. The erosion caused by the curse of the hellfire gradually took away his consciousness, and his uncontrollable body could not even move a finger.

"GA ...

In contrast, the hellhounds that pounced on the corpses of their own kind and ate them until not even a bone was left, not to mention fear, their minds were filled with murderous intent - the adventurers who gradually lost control of their ever-evolving creatures lost their morale due to the loss of most of their troops, and an atmosphere of terror began to spread around.

"Hey, hey, hey... this..."

"...As expected...there's still no way to stop it..."

At the same time, a large hellhound appeared in front of his eyes. It was able to crush a person with just one step. There were dozens of them walking on the battlefield. It was very difficult for Wright to deal with just one of them. He really hoped that he could have more powerful strength.

Because he always felt that he was too powerful, reality rarely put him at a disadvantage or completely helpless. He could not refute the arrogance of the werewolf clan.

"The adventurers in the past... were also attacked on the same scale... and after they were repelled, their handling methods were not perfect, which led to the hellhounds cannibalizing each other and becoming even more troublesome. Once the situation became like this, no one could stop them..."

"I'm tired of hearing your discouraging words... Even if it's not too late to regret now, I will still continue to fight until I kill them all."

Standing in front of the remaining adventurers, Light raised the long sword in his hand and declared, the eyes reflected on the blade reflected the figures of the hellhounds - they knew that only Light released magic power that was different from other adventurers, and he was the only one here who could have a great influence on the hellhound army.

"Stand back... I'll deal with them."

"Yes... we understand... but please don't force yourself... if you fall down too——"

Light, who was concentrating on his sword, showed no signs of using any skills continuously. Other adventurers thought that he might not be able to withstand the consumption of his magic power. The hellhounds believed that it was because he was too weak. After all, he had never wanted anyone to see his true strength. It was not just about standing there and swinging the sword.

"——Are you looking down on me?"

“Swoosh!”

The terrifying power was released from Light as the center, as if it was something compressed and fermented in a bottle. The magic power accumulated in his body had long surpassed the value that a normal person should have.

The hellhounds involuntarily took a step back as they had never seen such a terrifying opponent. The overwhelming force and heavy air pressed on their fur, and the trembling feeling that stimulated their nerves continued to run through the pores and hair follicles.

"Then I'm going to do it, Kanyue——"

““Gah-ga ...

Seeing that Wright was not ready to attack, the four large hellhounds standing in front of him immediately released their breath skills. Once he was contaminated by the hellfire, even he would be turned into ashes of hellfire.

"——Wind Slash."

"Swoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh!"

The air, unable to withstand the force, wailed as it rubbed against the ground. The light that flashed before the eyes of the hellhounds cut through everything, from the burning breath, the terrifying figure, the thick fur, to the ferocious teeth. All were chopped into pieces. Wright, wearing leather armor, showed his overwhelming power to his opponent and everyone else: "It's not over yet? You all have to die here, completely!!"

""! ""

Before the spirit had disappeared from the blade, Wright once again injected a huge amount of magic power into the blade. The huge outline of magic power instantly covered everyone's head. He did not care about the consumption of magic power at all. With the brute force of the orcs, he swung it towards the hellhounds, repeatedly slashing back and forth, up and down, left and right, and the airflow around him became extremely chaotic.

The hellhounds that were chopped by it were almost showered with countless blows, unable to even move forward or backward. Their limbs fell off and then regenerated, then were cut off again, and then were cut into smaller pieces again.

"Sickle Moon Slash."

He slashed so many times that he could not count them with his fingers, tearing the hellhounds into pieces. Just one person used such a destructive skill. The adventurers could only stand in awe of his back and had to lower their heads to check their abilities. At the same time, Wendy also brought Jack here: "Mr. Wright!"

"...What? That guy shouldn't be hurt, right?"

"I don't know! He's been like this since a while ago! Where's Lady Athena?"

"We are here! What's wrong? What happened?..."

Athena, who discovered the situation in time, arrived at the scene and knew at the first moment that Jack was cursed by the hellfire. In addition, the situation here resulted in the sacrifice of many adventurers' lives, and the negative atmosphere easily worsened Jack's mind - if not handled properly... he would be devoured by "another curse".

"This is the curse of the fire of hell... You must be careful. Once you are infected, you will be affected by the ominous curse. Jack is a person who is easily affected by negative emotions... It must be because his companions passed away before his eyes... He is now trapped in his own world..."

"Is there no way to break it? The curse can't be removed by skills or something..."

"No... The way to break the curse is to rely on the support of outsiders to give him confidence... I hope he can still hear our voices now..."

"Jack...Jack...it's me...Wendy...wake up...get up quickly..."

"Jack! Hey! You bastard! I'm going to steal your girlfriend! Get up now!"

"Jack...Jack! Jack!"

"...Woo..."

Jack could vaguely hear their voices calling him, but he still didn't open his eyes. It felt like a force had locked the connection between his eyelids and consciousness.

Of course, the enemy had not disappeared yet. Wright suddenly felt a magical power gathering on the battlefield, and saw a ball of pitch-black fire gradually taking shape.

"What...what is that..."

"Karma Fire... No... That's——"

"——It's a skill of dedication... Through Hera's power, the monsters that come from Hell can be given this extremely rare power. Originally, it can't be classified as a skill or magic, but it's called a skill just for the sake of convenience to show its uniqueness. Hera's power has the power to nurture life... In this world, 'life' means 'ruler' or the 'power source' that drives this world, so the meaning of nurturing life also hides the meaning of 'nurturing power' or 'creating power'. So if we really have to give this power of Hera a name..."

The enchanting flames seemed like a conscious life form, and in front of the adventurers, they transformed into a monster beyond common sense and logic. It was forty meters tall with three distinct flaming tails behind it. Just by standing there, it released a heat that was unbearable for ordinary people, and the moist earth was emitting steam like boiling water in a furnace.

"It should be called 'Spell'."