Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 1340: The Hero's Resolve



CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

Allan continued his relentless fight against the aberrant crystalline miasmic creature, a being which seemed to encompass the entire crystalline cave, the Miasmic Nest itself where

everyone had been trapped inside.

Perhaps yet another of the Evil God's plans, which Allan was completely unaware of, as he had not seen the Evil God before being trapped with this monstrosity. However, even if he had not seen him, it didn't mean he didn't sense something odd.

Far away from him, he could feel, a tremendously powerful divine presence, exuding a malice that could only be comparable to the truest of evil beings, the entities that controlled the demons for generations, and the culprits behind most of the wars as well, the true enemies he and the other heroes have never been able to confront and slay.

Evil Gods.

Unfathomably powerful and invincible, away from their grasp and cunning, with millions of years of age and experience, they were the true masterminds of most of the ongoing conflicts in the entire world.

Allan knew very well of them, Faylen had taught him everything he knew, a secret war between the elves and the evil gods that had been ongoing for the last three hundred

thousand years.

The true gods do little to deal with them, afraid of fighting them and end up being wounded themselves, they let them do whatever they want, leaving everything to their blessed mortals. BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

Allan once thought that Faylen was slightly weird, hating the gods that provided everything to them, it slightly felt like blasphemy to him, someone raised in a religious mercenary family that dedicated every hunt they had to their patron gods of fire.

However, things only became clearer as he adventurer across the world and discovered the truth behind everything.

And when they confronted the Demon King, learning the complete truth.

He still could recall his words.

"You simply don't understand, don't you, hero of Blazing Blade?" he laughed maliciously, growing madder by the second. "This world, everything, us even!...We are nothing but their puppets! They are the ones truly waging war; they are the ones truly manipulating everything! And they... will not hesitate to kill you all and make new heroes. And for me to die and just create a new Demon King! Because their lives are eternal, they live for millions of years! Don't you understand?! To them... our lives, everything... is nothing but a single breath, a mere blink! This fight... everything, it's pointless."

"If you think everything is pointless... Then why have you killed so many humans?!" asked Allan back then, his blazing sword clashing against the Demon King's demonic blade.

"Why you ask? You answered your question. It's because it doesn't matter."

"You're mad!"

Back then, Allan thought he was insane, he was too driven by his self-righteousness still, to completely see what was happening, to completely understand what the Demon King was trying to convey.

But now, as he fought and realized there was an Evil God, once more, targeting the life of his daughter, he realized how those words were so...

True.

"We are their puppets, if we die or live, it doesn't truly matter to them..." he thought. "Even if we berate them or insult them every day, it doesn't matter to them either! They only care about the next generation now, and even the next generation after that too, and maybe even more... This is... like a game to them, isn't it?"

Allan's eyes glowed with bright blazing flames, as his heart continued beating faster and faster.

To reach a power that could help him surpass his limits, the limits placed on all mortals by the gods once they were created.

To break through the wall, the boundary that stopped his growth.

They were afraid that the heroes, or any mortal, would one day obtain the power to touch them.

Therefore, they never let them get past Tier 10.

Only beings born in this world, not their creations, such as Demons and Dragons, could achieve higher Tiers.

And this was why the Demon King was so strong, managing to kill so many heroes before they managed to barely win...

It was unfair, wasn't it?

But Faylen shared her secret with him, a Legacy that the elves have been cultivating for thousands of years, Faylen's father shared a fragment of it to him, and Faylen shared another

piece.

Both of them combined, allowed Allan to grasp into a higher level.

A power that he was only just beginning to cultivate.

But that could change his fate, and the fate of the world.

"Unlike you, Demon King... I still can't find everything meaningless..."

Allan smiled bitterly, as his Inner Flame blazed with tremendous power.

"Because I have a daughter to save."

FLUOSH!

White flames covered his entire body, and then his Spirits resonated with him, temporarily evolving into new forms.

The Salamander became larger and golden-colored, resembling a wingless dragon!

The Phoenix became silver and white colored, overflowing with divine flames!

The Nine-Tailed Fire Fox became white, with red-colored tattoos over her body, gaining a tenth tail!

And several other Spirits within him all transformed, their divine powers resonating with his Ember, the Divine Ember he had been carefully cultivating for the last fifteen years.

"It has taken an awfully long time to get this to this point..." he sighed. "And we humans don't live too long, you know?!"

"SHYAAAAGGH!"

Countless crystal claws surged from the ceiling, the floor, and the walls all at once.

Allan's eyes blazed with divine flames, his sword suddenly dividing into dozens of blades

spiraling around his body.

"{Divinity: Holy Blazing Blade}"

Allan activated it.

His Divinity!

It was weak and small.

But without a doubt.

That was a Divinity!

TRUUUM!!!

A gigantic shockwave of white flames was unleashed as all the crystal claws were destroyed.

A second later, his gigantic swords began to slice and destroy anything reaching closer to him.

But he didn't stop there.

With his full concentration, he gathered his powers into his hands, releasing them as millions

of tiny blades made of holy white flames.

"{Sanctifying Holy Blazing Blade Storm}"

FLAAASH!

And then, the entire Miasmic Nest was engulfed on a storm of blazing holy blades, grindingNôv(el)B\\jnn

through it all.