Chapter 118 - Subversion of Belief
“…”
Although Lin Li had seen many who decided to betray their own team at the very last minute, it was the first time that he witnessed such extremity. The thought of how harmonious the trio had been when they sneered and taunted contemptuously just then juxtaposed with how swiftly they turned against each other was so appalling.
“Scram!” Lin Li waved his hands impatiently, not knowing how to deal with such incorrigible and selfish beings.
“We will leave immediately, immediately…” said both men in relief. The order for them to leave was such a solace to them.
“Thank God, our lives are spared…”
What seemed like a level-seven Mage was actually a freak. The sight of Matthias lying gruesomely on the ground made both men question if he was even human. He was not only extremely powerful, but also vicious and ruthless. To the two men, these types of people were the most terrifying—nobody knew the triggers that would provoke them, nor the reasons behind their desire to kill…
No one would ever want to be mutilated or roll in excruciating pain, then lie lifelessly on the ground like dried shrimps.
“Isn’t he one?” Mason exclaimed in much disbelief.
“What crap…”
Orrin had changed a lot ever since he’d been injured. He started to show more feelings on his face, and became more talkative. It was rare that Orrin did not scold Mason for such a foolish question. While he just rolled his eyes, he asked, “Have you ever seen a level-7 Mage defeating and crippling a level-12 Magic Shooter?”
“Level-12 Magic Shooter!” Mason cried out in surprise, and his expression became extremely odd. “You mean, Matthias is…”
“What else do you think…”
“If Matthias was a level-12 Magic Shooter, then isn’t Felic a…”
Mason felt that he was on the verge of turning crazy. He’d always thought that since he was a level-nine Mage, he would be one of the strongest, and thus have an edge over the others with his powers. Never had he expected that only on the first day he’d meet a level-nine Magic Shooter. And it was this Magic Shooter who crippled his teammate without using much force…
“Should be the 13th level.”
“…” Upon hearing such an almighty and terrifying status, Mason was beyond speechless, and was on the verge of a breakdown.
“Goddammit… Is there still justice? Since we are all mages, why do we differ so much from each other? Come to think of it, this fella does seem younger than me.”
Mason was not alone.
Compared to him, Orrin was no better.
His nature had made him more composed than usual.
It was no exaggeration to claim that Orrin was a true genius.
He was acknowledged to be the ‘Most Outstanding Mage’ (across three hundred years) at the Guild of Magic in Rotterdam.
When he became an official Mage when he was 12 years old, it alarmed the Supreme Council. They even sent an Archmage to congratulate Rotterdam’s Guild of Magic for their achievement in raising a prodigy.
In the next 10 years, never had Orrin ever slacked off. At the age of 21, his extreme talent, together with his hard work, allowed him to attain the status of the Magic Shooter.
Orrin had always thought that without Gryffindor (who had once defeated him), he would be the top Mage of the Felan Kingdom…
Yet just today, this ‘top Mage’ had already suffered a series of disappointment.
First, being defeated by Matthias. Then, witnessing Felic’s outstanding performance…
Since Matthias was older than him by three years, and the ability of both men only differed slightly, the first case of his defeat due to a minor mistake was still tolerable.
However, the freakish act by Felic had totally subverted his initial perception.
A level-13 Magic Shooter at the age of 20… Would there be anybody else more terrifying than this?