I Picked the Useless Class… Turns Out It's the Most Broken in the Game-Chapter 77: Why Are You Here?

The man was about to lose his consciousness, but he pushed himself back up.

’I’ll get him enraged, and drop his guard... I don’t want to accept it, but he’s way stronger than me.’

"Your master, that idiotic fool who fell into that pit,"

"He might already be dead, because a peak swordmaster is there." He said.

"You being that strong are serving under someone who isn’t even a sword specialist... you’re such a fool."

Darian didn’t react to his provocation, but he finally started moving towards him, his steps remained steady.

The ground beneath his feet started to tremble, his omniscient aura leaked through his body as it wrapped around the man’s body.

His aura wrapped around his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe. "UGH!!! UGH!!" The man groaned.

"A mere nobody like you dare to badmouth my liege?"

"You might be courting death," Darian said, coldly.

The man’s saliva started to drool out through the edge of his mouth.

His hands raised, he tried to counter Darian’s aura by using his own.

But it all failed, his aura wasn’t even able to budge it at all.

His oxygen pipe had started to take damage, and his skin started to turn red as the blood welled up inside his eyes.

Darian pointed his sword at him, and the edge of the blade was brushing against his skin.

Blood started to flow through his neck.

Darian grabbed him by the jaw and forced it open.

A loud cracking sound fell inside the room as if something had just broken.

The jaw of his had broken in two, dangling down lightly.

Darian’s finger grabbed the man’s tongue and pulled it out as he cut it with the help of his sword.

A loud, crying, groaning sound left through the man’s broken mouth.

Bloodshot out through his tongue, a little too much had started to flow.

"That’s what you get when you try to talk bad about my liege," Darian said.

The man was about to lose consciousness, but before he could—

Darian grabbed him by the hair.

In one swift motion, his blade flashed. Both legs were severed cleanly.

Before the scream could fully form, Darian moved again.

His arms were carved apart, reduced to thin, mangled fragments that hit the ground in a wet scatter.

No trace of his limbs remained. What had once been arms and legs were nothing more than finely diced flesh.

"You dare talk about my liege? A mere swordmaster like you?" Darian said, hatred was dripping through his voice.

He threw that man to the ground, and his blood splashed all over the ground.

Just his torso remained, everything else had been finely diced into thin pieces.

Darian swung his sword once in the air, and the blood that was stuck to its blade fell over the ground with a wet SNAP.

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"Let’s get out of here, Draviel," Leon said.

Draviel didn’t say anything, just remained standing beside Leon.

But before they could even move, a white light of mana appeared a few meters away from them.

The air inside the chamber trembled slightly as the light grew; the space around it started to get warped for a brief moment.

Then, the light vanished, and a girl appeared through it.

"Valleria?" Leon muttered.

Her body swayed as if she was barely holding herself together. Blood covered her clothes completely, some of it dried, some still dripping down slowly.

Deep injuries were visible across her body, and her hair was untied, strands hanging messily over her face as if she had been beaten without any mercy.

Leon’s eyebrow twitched as his lips parted slightly.

’What the hell? What’s with that kind of look?’

He slowly stepped forward, looking at her. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Didn’t you run away alongside Jeffrey?"

Valleria’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Her hands started to tremble slightly as she clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms.

For a few seconds, she remained silent, her gaze remained stuck on the ground.

Leon frowned. "What happened to you?" He asked.

She hesitated, it felt as if she was restraining herself.

Her shoulders shook faintly, and then, finally, she spoke. "I got betrayed."

Leon’s expression darkened instantly.

She took a shaky breath, her voice low and strained. "I used the only mana teleportation stone I had left... to come back here."

"I didn’t know where to go... so I came back here."

"Why?" Leon asked, crossing his arms.

"Because of your mana,"

"You’re a dark mage, and a new one on top of that."

"Most likely you’re a part of the Dark Mage Tower... so I thought that with your help, I’ll be able to reunite with my sister." She said, looking into Leon’s eyes.

Leon didn’t say anything for a while, just studied her. ’I don’t think she’s lying...’

A sigh left through his mouth. "Fine, I’ll help you until we reach the Dark Mage Tower."

He threw a potion towards her and said. "Use it, or else you’ll die a useless death."

’That was my last potion...’

A sense of hope appeared on her face as she smiled warmly.

Her hand extended towards the potion, grabbing it.

She didn’t waste any time and drank it completely.

"Draviel," He said, gaze shifted towards him.

"Can you help me find Sylphaine?" He asked.

Before Draviel could speak, Valleria’s voice came.

"Sylphaine?" She asked.

"The only reason I came here, and still stayed, is that I want to find her."

"She’s a spirit and is bound to me." He said.

She pushed herself back up and made her way towards Leon.

"Do you mean her?" She said as she extended her hand forward towards him.

A bright green light started to wrap around her palm.

A/N

I’ll do 4 more Chapters by tomorrow... happy reading.

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