I Picked the Useless Class… Turns Out It's the Most Broken in the Game-Chapter 75: Finally!!

"That’s more like it, don’t try to struggle... accept your fate, and die like a rat you are," Jeffrey whispered in Leon’s ear.

He stood back up, straightened his back. His grip on the sword tightened slightly, as his expression twisted into something wicked.

His guard had finally dropped as he was about to shoot his sword towards Leon, trying to cut him in one straight vertical cut.

A smirk twisted Leon’s lips, quickly summoned his shadow sword in both hands.

Swung it towards Jeffrey’s head, aiming to behead him in a single go.

Jeffrey’s eyes widened as he jumped backward, trying to dodge the swing. But before he could dodge cleanly, the blade had already taken one of his eyes.

"You fucking rat!!" Jeffrey shouted.

"How did you figure out when I can get hurt? How did you figure out that I take damage only when I’m in an offensive state?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

He tried to raise his sword again, but noticed something unusual.

His left arm felt a little too light.

His gaze shifted toward it, and that was the moment when he realized that his arm was no longer there.

"AHHHH!!! You rat bastard." Jeffrey shouted.

"I’ll not let you stay alive." He said that and dashed towards Leon.

But before he could have covered the distance between them, a voice fell inside his ears.

"Boycott the mission, get the girl and come back."

He froze, his steps stopped as he instantly calmed down.

Pulled a button out from his pocket and pressed it; his body was covered in dark, strange mana.

"I’ll get you one day, rat bastard." He said, poison mixed into his tone.

And the moment he completed his words, he wasn’t there anymore.

Leon quickly took his last potion as he threw it all over his chest, and the moment it made an impact with the wound, it was cured.

"Now I have created a long-term enemy," Leon muttered.

His gaze shifted towards the chamber in which Draviel was, and he quickly made his way there.

His steps were steady, but the pain still lingered inside his body.

{INFO: potions cure the wounds, pain remains.}

Draviel was standing simply, arms crossed, as his usual cold demeanour remained intact.

Leon noticed that blood was splashed all over the ground, and tiny pieces of skin mixed with bone were covering it.

"I just told you to hold him back."

"Isn’t this a little too much?" Leon asked, lifting his gaze from the dead.

Draviel didn’t reply for a while, but then said. "I merely played with him."

A sigh left through Leon’s mouth. "Where did that girl go?" He asked, looking through the chamber.

"She vanished as though she had never existed, most likely through a mana-based teleportation device," Draviel said.

Leon brushed his hand through his hair, leaning his back against the wall. "She was an important variable."

"Let’s not waste more time and reunite with the others."

"I wonder what they’re doing..." he muttered under his breath.

"You’ll not be able to leave this place alive," said the man who stood at the centre of the undead horde.

Darian pointed his sword towards him. "I do not converse with prey."

A vein bulged through the man’s forehead, fingers twitched as he took two daggers out from their sheaths.

He lifted his right hand and waved it towards them lightly. The undead dashed forward, and the killing intent was buried inside their movement.

"Do you know how to fight, little Cain?" Synthia asked, head moved towards Cain.

Cain quickly shook his head; sweat covered his face entirely. "I-I don’t..." he said, voice shaky.

"Then go hide somewhere, leave this to me." She said.

Her gaze drifted towards the undead, which were coming towards them.

Her feet became covered in dark mana, and a moment later, she lifted off the ground, rising into the air.

She murmured something under her breath. "[Dark Pulse]"

A massive wave of dark mana burst outward from her body, spreading in all possible directions.

The ground shook, and cracks appeared as the dark wave crashed into the undead, as it tore them apart.

Almost a quarter of the undead which were coming towards them had been evaporated by the wave, and the remaining ones had also taken a significant amount of damage.

’I used a lot of my mana in that move... and they’re still not dead.’

She raised both of her hands in the air, and soon after, a dark surge of mana started to cover her palms.

The mana started to take the shape of a huge ball. Its size was increasing with time, and soon after, it became twice the size of Synthia’s body.

A smirk twisted her lips. "Don’t die... I have more moves to show you, mere undead." She said.

Her hands drifted towards them, and a huge ball of dark mana shot out as it travelled toward them.

Burning everything that came in its way, the big boxes were burned by the dark mana, and the moment they landed on the undead,

They started to ignite; their bodies began to evaporate. The temperature around them increased as most of them died a miserable death.

There was only one of them that remained alive. They weren’t even grazed by the move.

"You’re a nice mage, fifth-circle most probably." The remaining undead said.

Synthia’s eyes widened, lips parted as she said. "You could tell that much, huh. Not sloppy for an undead like you." She said.

"That’s not the case, girl."

"You’re stuck at that level for ages; it seems as if you were known as a prodigy, but then you failed to surpass the fifth circle." They said, pointing their finger towards her.

Synthia’s usual demeanour shifted, her gaze fell to the ground as she remembered something.

A/N

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