I was sleepy at the time of writing this chapter.

I'm always sleepy for some reason.

Re:Zero-Spartam lll

The Spartan's armor was now shrouded in a bright transparent energy field because of the power of the over-shields. Ignoring the threat message his hud, he focused on the golden blur standing in front of him and quickly grabbed onto their arm which caught their surprise.

The mysterious attacker tried to pull away but to no avail, the Spartan's grip was as powerful as the jaws of a predator, once it grabs you they never release the prey.

Noble Six searched for his magnum to finish off the attacker only for them to shout GREATER JIWALD

"No, you don't'!" Shouted the Spartan, already tired of the same trick, so he swept the person's legs to knock them to the ground. With the pistol in hand, he attempted to open fire onto the attacker's face but his magnum was smacked out of hand by his would-be victim.

The magnum fell into the hands of a knight who remained close their fight and soon opened fire onto the Spartan emptying the entire magazine in the process. Noble Six's shields lowered to 310%. The over-shields shrugged all bullets bouncing off his armor as a gold energy field protected him.

The foreigner just would not die! Just how powerful is that black armor of his?

Now pissed, the Spartan threw punch after punch onto the downed opponent but to the soldier's surprise, his punches were being blocked punch after punch.

This was the first time a human had managed to stop the supersoldier's fists!

Seeing that the Spartan didn't have his projectile weapons anymore, all magic casters in the area took aim at the soldier and opened fire onto him.

The Spartan's attention suddenly turned to magic casters which gave the mysterious attacker the chance to grab onto the super soldier to pin him down allowing the projectiles to hit the Spartan but in consequence, potentially bringing himself to receive the damage from friendlies.

"!" All sorts of projectile magic began to wash over the Spartan's armor as his shields slowly began to lose power. The Spartan tried to escape but his captor in gold flames held tightly onto the armor to prevent the super soldier from escaping his doom.

The Spartan punched the person's stomach but it didn't affect them much.

Whatever magic the person was using, it helped him compete against the Spartan lll's strength.

If only the Spartan kept the armor lock ability with him.

With no more options of escaping, Six removed the pin from his grenade and tucked it into the attacker's clothes. Just when the Spartan's shields went below 200% the grenade detonated hitting both noble six and his captor in the explosive radius.

The snow was lifted from the ground and smoke filled the air, preventing anyone from seeing the result of the explosion.

All magic casters ceased firing to wait for the smoke to clear.

Inside of the passenger cabin, Elsa and Meili watched the finale and waited to see some dead bodies.

The Mercenaries stared at the smoke believing they had caused that mysterious explosion.

"Did we do that?!" Asked one of the magic casters of the Iron Fang.

"No, there wasn't any mana interference from that explosion." Explained another.

The Smoke cleared away, showing the Spartan lll was shrouded in golden energy protecting him from the shrapnel of the grenade. He remained standing in place, while his captor was now an unrecognizable pile of gores left to rot in the snow.

The Spartan had possibly prevented his own fate at the objective in his HUD change back to [Survive]

The yang magic user was now dead.

The Spartan walked over to his DMR and picked it up and proceeded to aim the weapon at the knight who took his magnum.

The knight in question dropped the pistol then fell to the ground and crawled away while panting like a frightened dog.

The Spartan went to pick up his stolen equipment and holstered the pistol in place. His shields had decreased to 5% but the Spartan kept the golden shield bubble visible to create the illusion that he's still protected under the Mjolnir armor.

"Will you listen to my demands now?" Asked the Spartan while walking past the many corpses littering the battlefield. The knights blocking the road would have all backed away, but they weren't about to let themselves be bullied into submission by a foreigner.

"Stop!" Commanded the captain. "Don't move!"

"You aren't in any position to tell me what to do." Explained the Spartan who fearlessly stood two feet away from the authorities.

Was this man insane or does he know he can defeat everyone all on his own?

In truth, the Spartan was trying to maintain the illusion of power: I'm not trapped with you, you're trapped with me.

Elsa was truly amazed by this display. That was a REAL man she had tossed into a pit of lions, only for him to rip and tear each of them.

And she's next.

The Spartan then noticed a red dot closing in from behind.

Have they learned nothing?

Slowly turning around, he heard a familiar voice. "You're so brave with that set of armor protecting you."

"!" That voice came from the person covered in golden flames. How did he survive?

The Objective of his HUD quickly changed to:

[Iminent reset incoming]

Quickly turning around, the soldier learned the person's facial features. It was a young man had red hair and wore a white coat over a black shirt. He carried a nicely decorated sword sheathed next to his hip yet the young man never bothered to use it.

As if the Spartan wasn't worthy of tasting the bite of his sword.

The red-haired man suddenly raised his right hand at the Spartan lll which brought the soldier to expect more projectile magic, so he pulled pull out his magnum and took aim.

'So this was the man shouting 'Jiwald'... How did he recover from the explosion?' Thought the Spartan.

"Disarm." said the young man and suddenly, the Mjolnir armor dismantled itself, falling to into the snow, exposing the Spartan's black undersuit. The only piece of armor that remained on his body was the Mark V [B] helmet. Even the recently added magazine in his pistol had fallen into the snow however a single bullet remained in the chamber.

The illusion of power was now broken.

In response, Noble Six fired the last bullet at the man but...

He missed the shot.

Even though the Spartan's target was standing 4 feet away from him, the bullet took a 70-degree turn and hit the snow instead of the intended target.

How the hell did that happen? Wait, a minute!

Divine Protections

Not one second had passed as the Spartan was suddenly surrounded again from all directions. Without the help of the Mjolnir armor, Noble Six was moving slightly slower and began to feel the coldness of the snow against his undersuit.

The Spartan had nothing but his fists. His punches were lethal to anyone who didn't wear armor, but his fists were only good enough to dent armor.

Every few moments he could feel his metal-like bones being pushed to the limit as he tried to keep up with the entirety of the company of 80 knights and added mercenaries.

Thanks to the protection of the undersuit, he survived several cuts that he failed to parry but he was still being overwhelmed.

Then he went into Spartan time.

Noble Six would take advantage of the fact his bones were metal-like and use his arms as shields to block attacks and grab weapons out of people's hands.

The Knights expected the foreigner's arms to be cut off when he tried blocking with his hands, but their swords would clash against them like metal against metal. Of course, the Spartan was bleeding but it was better than nothing.

Despite these overwhelming odds against the Spartan, he would kill 12 attackers before receiving 1 fatal wound to the body. This meant by the time the Spartan dropped to his knees, he had killed 68 attackers and received a total of 8 fatal injuries.

Only 8 of the police-knights remained but all of the Spartan's hard work was for naught as 200 more knights from another city had arrived as reinforcements.

Due to the constant blood loss, Six's movements became slower and slower to the point where he didn't care if he received damage anymore. Every time someone managed to injure the Spartan, they would die less than a second later.

He was going to take as many people with him as possible.

The newly arrived reinforcements saw the battlefield and were amazed at how many warriors the foreigner had killed before finally allowing himself to be defeated.

The Spartan was on his knees and faced the ground. A knight removed the Spartan's helmet and was surprised to see a young face underneath.

His face was lifeless, still breathing but lifeless.

"Be careful!" Shouted another knight. "He may appear that way, but when anyone attacks him, he quickly kills them with much brutality!"

The Spartan wasn't conscious, but his mind was still fighting.

"It's a shame." Explained the young red-haired knight. "He would have made a good Imperial knight for Lugunica." He explained.

"Who are you?" Asked one of the newly arrived knights.

"Call me Reinhard. I happened to be passing by to finish some errands." He explained with a smile.

The knights were shocked "Wait, the new sword saint?" They asked.

"I'll take it from here." Said Reinhard before picking up a sword from a fallen knight. He then raised the weapon above the Spartan's head but he had a few words to say before executing the supersoldier: "You were worthy of my blade, but it would have been an insult to everyone you mercilessly killed today..."

The Spartan didn't respond nor move, yet his lifeless eyes looked upwards and saw his executioner looking down on him.

Six could briefly remember Elsa's laughter in his head. How it pissed him off!

Reinhard continued: "So I've decided, what better way to end your life than to use the sword of a knight you recently killed?"

The Spartan slightly whispered: "J-jus, fuck'n do... it."

Reinhard frowned before finishing: "It would be, poetic justice!" Then he threw a powerful swing to the Spartan's head, but Six caught the Sword with his bare hands stopping the attack, not without receiving severe cuts to his hands though.

Reinhard sighed before raising a hand and saying: "Sleep."

Suddenly the Spartan's vision blacked out.

[X][X][X]

Eyes opening wide, the Spartan found himself buried in snow again. Somehow, all of the pain and injuries were gone and he was wearing his Mjolnir armor again!

Hasn't he experienced this before? He then came to the realization that this was were he first arrived in this world.

This was the frostbite forest again!

How the hell did he end up here again?!

He tried moving but his armor was locked.

Expecting to wait a few minutes for systems to restart, suddenly, his armor quickly booted up and the HUD reappeared.

His current objective was to [Survive]

Not wanting to remain buried in snow, he dug himself out and got back onto his feet.

Then a familiar sight stood before him. A transperant Silver-haired enity with pointy ears stood under a tree and seemed to be... crying tears?

Remembering he had a weapon stored inside of his utility, he pulled out the Magnum and fired one bullet at the entity's head but the round phased through her like she were a ghost. This was to be expected but he had to make sure. No longer did he need directions from the mysterious entity because he remembered how the forest looked like.

If Six was seriously experiencing a reset like his HUD had warned him, this would mean his weapons were still scattered in the snow!

Deciding not to waste any time, he checked the same places he found the DMR and Grenade and to make things better, he finally found his missing assault rifle!

It was a different model that stored 60 rounds in the magazine in order for soldiers to properly gun down elites without the need to reload twice. But these type of magazines weren't provided to him on planet Reach, these magazines were only found inside The Pillar Of Autumn.

What now?

Meeting with Elsa would only lead to the same fate. Killing her in a public place would only tarnish his reputation. Deciding he should make a different aproach, he'll just have to forget about Elsa and follow a different path in this new life.