Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 43: Battle maniac

"Huuu~haaa," she took deep, labored breaths, greedily trying to lessen the pain as much as possible, but it seemed to have little effect. Having no idea what else to do, she slowly lifted her gaze from the ground to the man standing a short distance away.

He stood tall, looking down at her, his expression unreadable. Then, in a deep voice, he spoke.

"Give up, Namari."

Namari felt a shiver run down her spine when she heard the man’s voice, but she didn’t say anything and continued to observe him.

The man standing opposite Namari had the same features as her, looking almost identical. If not for being a man, he could have been her exact copy. His black hair, piercing red eyes, and the sharpness of his facial features mirrored hers so perfectly that anyone could tell they were closely related. However, there was one significant difference between them—while Namari looked like someone on her last breath, her body battered and barely holding on, the man stood there completely unscathed. His expression was calm, as if the battle hadn’t even started for him, and his clothes were in perfect condition, without a single tear or stain, as if he had just taken a casual walk in the park.

Having observed enough, Namari finally spoke, her voice weak and strained, "You... you wish... fa..." She barely managed to get the words out, unable to complete her sentence. Her eyes flickered between consciousness and unconsciousness as she struggled to stay awake. Every part of her body screamed in pain, urging her to let go, but she forced herself to keep her eyes open.

But no matter how much she fought it, she was about to lose consciousness—until, in the next second, the golden arena shone with a blinding light.

Immediately, every single one of her injuries healed as if they had never existed. The arm that had been torn from her shoulder was restored, looking brand new as if it had never been severed. Her missing leg was fully intact again, strong and stable as though it had never been cut off. Even the gaping hole in her stomach disappeared completely without a single scar left behind. However, while her body had been fully healed, her tattered clothes remained, the torn fabric exposing the places where her wounds once were. The pain was gone, and she could move freely again, but the exhaustion still lingered, weighing down on her muscles. It was clear that while her injuries had been erased, her stamina had not returned. But even so, it was more than enough for her to stand back up.

Namari, unfazed by the sudden healing, got to her feet without even sparing a glance at her restored limbs. She didn’t need to check—this wasn’t the first time it had happened, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. Instead, she simply stretched her arms, feeling the strength return to her body, and with a wide grin revealing her sharp white teeth, she repeated her sentence, "You wish, Father."

The man, now clearly identified as Ruston, sighed and shook his head. "Namari, you do realize that if I keep using my full strength, you won’t improve? Let me limit my power to your level, or maybe just a bit higher, so you can actually grow instead of enduring this one-sided beatdown." He repeated himself for what felt like the tenth time since their spar began.

"Let’s not. I want to know the difference between our strengths, so don’t hold back, Father," Namari said before vanishing from her spot. In the blink of an eye, she reappeared beside Ruston, her right leg raised at full speed, aiming straight for the side of his face.

To Ruston, however, everything was moving in slow motion. He sighed again, thinking inwardly, ’This battle maniac...’ before raising the back of his hand to block Namari’s kick.

The moment her kick connected with Ruston’s hand, a deafening sound echoed through the arena.

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

The sheer force of the impact shattered the floor beneath Ruston’s feet, sending golden dust flying in all directions. But just as quickly as it broke, it also repaired itself back to its new state.

Updat𝒆d fr𝑜m freewebnøvel.com.

After blocking her kick with ease, Ruston rotated his wrist and firmly grabbed Namari’s ankle, stopping her attack in its tracks.

Namari, still grinning in excitement, suddenly felt her leg trapped. "Huh?" she muttered in confusion, looking at Ruston, who stood completely unfazed with his usual blank expression. A bad premonition ran through her mind, and she immediately tried to free her leg from his grip.

But before she could even react, Ruston flung her into the air before slamming her down into the ground.

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

Ruston didn’t stop after just one slam. He continued to hurl Namari up and down, repeatedly smashing her into the ground without pause. Each impact sent shockwaves through the arena, shaking the floor and creating deep cracks that healed the moment they formed. The sound of her body colliding against the ground echoed throughout the training area, as if the entire castle could hear the violent sparring session taking place.

"ARGHH...!" Namari coughed up blood, her vision blurring from the relentless assault. Every muscle in her body screamed in pain, and her head spun as she struggled to remain conscious. ’If this continues, I’m going to lose consciousness...’ she thought to herself, gritting her teeth.

Just as Ruston hurled Namari back to the ground, instead of a direct impact, a loud sound echoed from far away, indicating that something had hit the wall of the training ground.

He turned his gaze toward the source of the noise. As the smoke cleared, he saw Namari leaning against the training ground wall for support, her body battered but her face still adorned with that wide, almost crazed smile.

"Huh," Ruston muttered in confusion. He glanced down at his own hand, where he had been holding Namari’s leg just moments ago. His eyes widened slightly when he saw that her leg was still in his grip—cleanly severed from her thigh.

Looking back up at Namari, who continued to grin despite her severe injury, he sighed inwardly.

’This battle maniac,’ he thought, shaking his head.