System Awakening Era: I Have 10x Skill Effects-Chapter 24: House of The Night Tragedy

[Sword Skill: 1000 Sword Movement 10x]

[Skill Effect 10x Activated]

Aamon’s body glowed with a purple aura, the energy spreading to the blade of his sword. Mia saw the surge of power, something she had never imagined before.

The raiders charged forward, directing all their attacks at him. Aamon moved as well.

With the 10x effect, his strength increased, and so did the skill’s impact. He swung his sword, slashing their bodies with horizontal and diagonal strikes.

At times, he raised his blade and thrust it into the raiders who came at him. They looked shocked. Aamon’s footwork and attacks were incredibly agile, too fast for them to follow.

His strikes came repeatedly, even exceeding the usual limit of the skill. Aamon realized the 10x effect didn’t just amplify power, it also increased the number of attacks.

The longer he fought under the active skill, the faster and more efficient his attacks became. The raiders failed to fight back. Many were injured, dying, or already dead.

Aamon stepped forward, clearing a path for the women to reach Darren’s room and retrieve their equipment.

Three minutes later, the purple aura around his body and sword began to fade. His body dropped to the floor as he fell to his knees, coughing up blood.

The explosion effect didn’t trigger, likely because the hit count hadn’t reached one hundred.

In his weakened state, a priest activated her skill and pointed her staff forward. A golden light enveloped Aamon, restoring his condition.

He turned and saw the priest. She was now dressed again and holding her weapon, just like the others.

Mia crouched beside him, her eyes filled with concern. She glanced around and saw that Aamon had killed at least eight people in the second-floor corridor.

[Congratulations! You obtained drop items:]

[+200 EXP || +810 Contribution Points || +810 Coins]

[Congratulations! You leveled up]

[Name: Aamon Viremont]

[Level: 3 → 4]

[EXP: 1571/2000]

[Class: Assassin]

[Contribution Points: 2100]

[Coins: 2203]

[Attribute Points: 10]

The system panel appeared before Aamon, visible to Mia and the others. They stared in shock, mouths open, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"You... level 4?"

The level-up restored Aamon’s HP and Mana completely. He stood up and closed the panel, preventing further speculation.

"We need to focus," Aamon said firmly. "The men are locked in a warehouse behind the house."

"So what’s your plan?" Mia asked.

"I’ll hold Darren and the remaining raiders. The five of you go save the men."

Mia listened and nodded. She turned and led the other women away.

Aamon left the corridor and walked downstairs to the first floor. He was surprised to see a man already waiting for him.

"So you’re the one who came to save them?" the man asked. He was muscular, with short hair, wearing a shirt and a leather jacket.

Mia stepped closer to Aamon and whispered, "That’s Darren."

Aamon’s focus sharpened. The man in front of him, along with the other raiders, was Darren. His hand gripped a sword tightly.

"You’re the one who kidnapped survivors, stole their items, and abused the women," Aamon said.

"HAHA! The strong rule everything. You’d better not get in my way!" Darren replied.

"Mia," Aamon called. She stepped closer.

"Go save the men. I’ll deal with them."

Mia nodded and quickly led the others toward the back of the base. Darren saw his women leaving and immediately ordered five of his men to chase them.

Aamon let out a breath, then lunged forward and swung his sword. His target wasn’t the five raiders, but Darren.

Darren was shocked and raised his sword to block. Despite being more muscular, he was forced down to one knee under Aamon’s strength.

"What the—"

"You’d already be dead if they weren’t protecting you, Darren!" Aamon said sharply. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Damn it!"

Darren kicked Aamon, sending him flying backward. Aamon focused, watching Darren’s movements.

[Knight Skill: Wind Cleaving Slash]

Knight Class?

A blue light formed on Darren’s blade. He swung it sideways, releasing a long arc of blue energy toward Aamon.

Aamon was startled. Darren might be the first classed opponent he had faced. That meant Darren had reached at least level 2.

Aamon leaped upward, narrowly avoiding the attack. The slash destroyed the wall behind him.

"No wonder they follow you."

"That’s because I’m strong!" Darren shouted. "Join me. Let’s rule this world together!"

Aamon shook his head. Darren was too naive. He had no idea what true power looked like, especially compared to something like the All-Seven.

"There’s someone far stronger than you. You’re nothing compared to them," Aamon said.

[Assassin Skill: Death Sigil]

Darren flinched. "An assassin? Interesting!"

Aamon vanished and struck from behind with an iron needle. It hit Darren, slowing his movement.

Aamon followed up with a diagonal slash across Darren’s back. The attack injured him, but not enough to kill.

Damn. He must be using high-tier equipment.

Aamon had no choice but to keep attacking and break his armor. Only then could he deal significant damage.

He rushed forward, slashing, then dodging Darren’s counterattacks.

[Assassin Skill: Shadow Stealth]

Just as Darren swung his blade, Aamon disappeared again. Darren grew furious.

"Coward! Face me like a man!"

"I only care about winning," Aamon replied. "Not honor."

Aamon reappeared behind Darren and stabbed him in the back.

The blade shattered Darren’s chestplate into fragments of light before piercing into his body.

Darren reacted quickly, swinging backward. Aamon turned and used his sword to block.

The impact sent Aamon crashing into a wall.

"That hurt, you bastard!" Darren shouted.

Aamon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smirking. "Now your precious armor is gone. You have no defense left."

He stepped forward through the dust, his gaze cold and intimidating.

"It’s time for you to die."

[Sword Skill: 1000 Sword Movement]

A blue aura surrounded Aamon and his blade. He charged forward, targeting Darren.

Darren panicked. His face turned pale, blood still pouring from his wounds. He swung wildly, hoping to hit Aamon.

But Aamon dodged every attack, overwhelming him completely.

"What—"

SLASH!

Aamon struck, then followed with a series of ten rapid attacks. Some pauses occurred as Darren tried to counter, but it was useless.

On the tenth strike, a blue light flared from the wounds, triggering an explosion that worsened the damage.

Darren collapsed, his body drenched in blood. Holes in his back and stomach continued to bleed heavily, and he kept coughing up blood.

Aamon stood a short distance away, watching his HP drop to a critical level.

"I told you. Without them, you’d be dead," Aamon said as he approached.

"Please... save me!"

"Letting someone like you live is too dangerous," Aamon replied. "You and people like you only make this world worse."

"I... I promise. I’ll change."

"Lies, Darren."

STAB!

Aamon drove his sword into Darren’s neck. His HP dropped to zero. He died instantly, collapsing to the floor.

"Boss! We managed to—"

The raider stopped mid-sentence as he saw Darren’s lifeless body covered in blood.

Aamon glanced at them. Of the five who had chased the women, only two remained.

"No way..."

A system panel appeared.

[Congratulations! You obtained drop items:]

[+70 EXP || +280 Contribution Points || +280 Coins]

Aamon walked toward them as they sat frozen on the floor.

"You have two choices," he said coldly. "Come with me... or die right here."