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Chapter 1: Battle of Orario
The sound of boots echoed through the stone corridors as a soldier approached, his steps hesitant before he dared to knock on the wooden door. Behind it, Beryl, a General of the Rakian army, lay awake, though his eyes were closed. He wasn't asleep—hadn't truly rested in what felt like months. His dreams were always plagued by memories and endless longing for the peace he knew could only come through death.
The knock came again, more urgent this time.
"General, it's time."
He didn't answer immediately, letting the words hang in the stale air of his quarters. The assault on Orario was set to begin. An ambitious and reckless move orchestrated by Ares, the god of Rakia. Beryl had no enthusiasm for the mission, not even a hint of passion in his heart for the Rakian army he had once served loyally. But now? Now he moved with a different purpose—one driven not by allegiance, but by the desire to escape the weight of the world and join his brother and his other family members in the afterlife.
From within, a low rustling echoed, followed by the slow, deliberate sound of armor being equipped. Beryl Stella emerged from his room. His face was impassive, eyes dull like cold like the pale armor he wore, untouched by the anticipation that gripped the rest of the army.
The soldier gave a brisk salute, though it felt like a formality. He wasn't the kind of officer to demand respect. And yet, despite his silence, everyone knew better than to question him. Beryl nodded dismissively, and the soldier hurried off to join the others. Alone once more, Beryl took his time, inspecting his weapons.
His lance, reinforced with hardened steel, gleamed dully in the half-light, It has seen countless battles with monsters and people alike. He spun it once, testing the weight in his hand, before setting it aside to check the charge blade. He ran his fingers along the sharp edge, making sure it was sharp enough to cleave through anything he swung at it.
At his feet, a small shape moved, the tail curled up at his feet, a grey-furred Palico stretched lazily, its tail curling as it blinked up at him. It meowed softly, hopping onto his shoulder as Beryl reaches out, scratching behind its ear. A rare flicker of warmth crossed Beryl's face for the briefest moment, a ghost of a smile, gone as quickly as it came.
"Maybe this time," he thought. "Maybe this time I'll fall, and the gods will take pity on me."
...
The Rakian army moved swiftly through the plains surrounding Orario, the grand city showed in the distance like a fortress that could never be breached. Their plan was simple, Beryl and some high level two's will intercept the first class adventurers of Orario, meanwhile the main army composed of those who received a falna and normal humans will be overwhelming the other adventurers with their sheer numbers. This battle would be the most devastating of the wars both orario and rakia fought, he was sure of it, they have the numbers but orario has the quality.
Before the walls, one of the most powerful familias stood ready. The Loki Familia the undisputed rulers of Orario after the banishment of Zeus and Hera. Executives like Finn, Gareth, Riveria, weapons drawn, prepared for battle. Many other small familias on the outside walls of orario stood with confidence knowing their absolute victory.
Beryl paused his march as the whole Rakian army followed suit. He closed his eyes and prayed, This will be over soon. Though meticulously prepared, Beryl felt no excitement, only quiet resignation. This wasn't his war, it was merely a means to an end. His thoughts drifted to his brother, the family he lost, his sole reason for stepping onto this battlefield. If he died today, it wouldn't be in pursuit of glory but in the hope of reuniting with the one person who had truly mattered.
"Lead the charge. Distract Orario's strongest Familia. Hit them hard, weaken their defenses, make them bleed for me."
Beryl's response was a silent nod. He had no love for Ares, nor for Rakia's endless wars, but orders were orders. The sooner this ended, the sooner he could leave it all behind.
War horns blared in the plains, and soldiers charged forward, engaging various Familia fighters who pour out to defend the city. Explosions from magic and clashes of steel echo across the battlefield as the two sides meet.
Beryl leads a specialized strike force, aiming to disrupt the Loki and Freya Familias' operations by engaging their top executives head-on. With him being the highest level among them, It is a suicide mission in which Berly took the opportunity without batting an eye, the only concern he has is those who came with him, despite knowing that this is a one way trip they still insisted to fight with him. Alas, their enemy is not the usual low level adventurers, their remains is the only thing that would come back to rakia, well, if there are still remains that is.
"Re-equip: Lance." He whispered as the Lance responded to his call, appearing in his hands, ready to serve its purpose.
Beryl took a cavalry rush stance as he charged towards the Location where the executives were located. Many tried to block his path but he merely dodged or parried but didn't push their luck any further. This occurrence is due to:
Skill: Intimidator (Passive skill)
Beryl emitted an unsettling pressure, causing enemies within a certain radius to feel fear and doubt their abilities. Reduces the basic abilities of nearby opposition by half or more, depending on their level relative to Beryl. If the enemy's level is lower than Beryl's, they are hit harder by the debuff. Enemies of higher levels resist it but may still feel uneasy in prolonged encounters with Beryl.
They crashed into Orario's defenses like a storm, but it wasn't long before the Loki Familia appeared to meet them. Beryl's gaze hardened as he spotted Finn Deimne, Gareth Landrock, and Riveria Ljos Alf moving to intercept. He knew this was where the battle would be decided. These adventurers were monsters in their own right—stronger than anyone Beryl had ever faced.
The soldiers pushed forward meeting the other members of the familia head on, overwhelming them with their sheer numbers, as they outnumbered them 40:1.
If he could take out Orario's strongest fighters, the chaos would spread and the battle would turn. As Beryl approached, Finn Deimne, Gareth Landrock, and Riveria Ljos Alf emerged from the crowd, each standing in power.
Finn's gaze sharpened as he assessed Beryl. "You know you're throwing your life away."
Beryl met his eyes with an expression devoid of emotion, "That's the point."
"Re-equip: Lance."
They paused for a breath and then, the fight began.
Finn launched himself first, his spear darting forward like a goddamned snake. Beryl met him mid-strike, parrying with his lance and twisting to block Finn's follow-up thrust with his spear. Bery's instinct went haywire as he switched his attention towards his back seeing Gareth's axe come down with earth rending strike, but Beryl stepped aside, using his shield to redirect the blow into the ground.
The chaos ensued as the battle rages; the two executives began gaining ground on Beryl. The apparent level difference was being made obvious with each blow he took.
"This is… level 6? One solid hit then my life would cease for sure, But…" He paused his thoughts as he looked towards the soldiers in the theatre.
"If I fall here, those soldiers will surely be wiped out." As stupid as they may be, they are still soldiers who accompanied him in countless battles they have fought together.
Suddenly, His eyes darted towards the elven princess who's at the far back chanting her magic. He cursed whilst hearing her chant.
I need to break free. One spell from her would wipe out the army.
Harbinger of the end, the white snow. Blow with the wind before the twilight.
Beryl and his palico locked eyes before the furry creature meowed in acknowledgement and tossed a dung pod towards the face of the unsuspecting Finn and Gareth. The smell quickly waffled on their nose which made the face of the two darken.
The palico scratched his head, it wasn't supposed to be a dung pod but a flash pod.
Oh well…
Beryl took this chance and broke into a sprint towards the unguarded Riveria his Lance pointing towards the elf, whilst the two executives were being distracted by his Palico. Seeing this, the adventurers of the Loki familia, especially the elves became even more aggressive seeing the executive in distant danger.
"Ancient powers of the sapphire star, radiant in the endless skies, grant me the might of those who ruled before…"
Beryl began chanting his magic while sprinting towards the elven princess. Draining as it may be, it would help him to stand equally for a few minutes if he managed to drag this fight, each minute pass would make him stronger as his magic would empower him.
"Concurrent chanting!?" An elf of the Loki familia commented in disbelief.
" whose roars shake the heavens and whose scales defy time. By the blood of the elders, I invoke your essence…"
A blue hue swamped Beryl's body after finishing his chant. Power flowed in his body which made the faces of those around him pause briefly and sighed in relief. They thought Beryl's magic is an offensive one.
"Well, that's underwhelming." Bete mocked whilst decapitating another Rakian soldier.
He had been eyeing Beryl ever since the beginning, noticing that he is the strongest in the Rakian army hence he thought that Beryl could have put on a decent show for him. The others chuckled, mocking the silent hunter whose magic silently boosted his basic abilities every 10 seconds.
The battlefield seemed to slow as Beryl was able to come close with the mage but was immediately stopped by the yet again two of the Loki executives. He frowned seeing both and he looked towards his palico which was slumped on the ground, alive but unconscious. He sighed in relief but the happiness was short -lived as the elf had finished her magic.
"Re-equip: Charge Blade." With a smooth motion, Beryl's lance disappeared and drew the charge blade. The weight of the hybrid weapon was familiar, comforting even as if it was a part of him.
Closing light, the freezing land. Blizzard, the three severe winters - my name is Alf
Riveria's magic bursts through the air, spirals of wind and shards of ice tearing through the ranks of the Rakian special force but Beryl used it for his gain consequently using the magic to charge his blade, avoiding the worst of her spells. He clicked his tongue, he had failed to stop the spell and now his force has suffered the consequence. That single spell surely halved their numbers.
Indeed, that it was. He thought, his eyes swept through the incapacitated rakian special forces.
On the other hand the blade pulsed with stored energy that received from Riveria's attack. He unsheathed his blade on the shield as a familiar sound reverberated in his ears.
Cling
In that brief moment he bursts into a charge,he unsheathed the sword before slashing vertically on Finn before refocusing his attention on his back as he slammed the shield into Gareth's armored chest, forcing the dwarf back. His every movement is deliberate and calculated. His blade became an extension of his body, intercepting Finn's rapid strikes with precision and absorbing the brunt of Gareth's overwhelming in hand, shield raised in the other, he defended himself with dreadful efficiency. He fought not to win, but to hold his ground. Every move was designed to prolong the fight, to draw the Familia's attention away from the Rakian soldiers.
Finn's thumb twitches, frowning at the sight of beryl seemingly growing stronger every time their blades clash. He is a level 6 one of the few in the dungeon city with Gareth and Riveria, even the freya familia's Ottar would have difficulty standing his ground with their combined onslaught, and yet someone whose level surely is lower than them is managing his ground on them.
Which is surprising. Don't misunderstand, both him and Gareth haven't used their magic but even so…
this child's abilities are astonishing Finn couldn't help but to comment
Beryl fought with a level of fluidity that made his combat look more like an art than warfare. Finn snapped out of his thoughts as a bizarre phenomenon occurred.
Beryl spun both sword and shield raised in both sides redirecting the energy into his shield charging it making the shield glow in response.
The shield have been charged
Finn's eyes sharpened, "A magic sword?" He thought but quickly dismissed the possibility. Rakia have long lost their capabilities to produce those accursed weapons ever since the fall of the Crozzo. It would be nigh impossible to produce them as they were now "cursed", unable to craft magic swords as spirits have cursed them after the stunts they pulled on the elven forests earning their ire.
Beryl spotted a feline shadow in the distance, smiling, he took his shield upfront as the supposedly unconscious palico tossed a flash pod in the distance immediately reaching Berly. A flash graced the battlefield taking the three executives in surprise.
"That damned cat." Gareth cursed recognizing the dirty tricks of a cat that he defeated earlier, his vision is now temporarily impaired not being able to cover his eyes when the flashbang was tossed. Beryl with his sword again in the sheath of his shield performing the charged slash. The slash soon met Gareth with his body receiving the brunt force of the slash but wasn't enough to cleave through the armor. But it was enough to send the executive skidding a few meters away. Beryl took a deep breath before sheathing his sword into his shield yet again but this time his shield transformed making it into a some sort of a huge axe.
Charge Blade: Axe mode
Finn seeing this launched himself towards Beryl with his eyes closed. He parried a strike from Finn, using the force to pivot into a powerful downward slash with his charge blade, but his expression remained flat, as if the battle were little more than a chore.
…Surround us become a great barrier of forest light and protect us - my name is Alf
Finn's blood ran cold sensing an upcoming heavy slash towards him but relief washed over him as it was intercepted by a barrier. Bery's forehead creased as his attack didn't even put a dent on the barrier.
"Tsk, stupid elves and their magic." He took a few steps back before turning his weapon into the sword and shield mode. Both sides paused for a second with their weapons on their side taking a breather.
"I see the stories about you aren't an exaggeration." Riveria said, making the general reply in a hollow chuckle, "I hope those stories are the good ones." In which the elf shook her head in dismissal before casting a healing spell on Gareth.
Beryl didn't move despite the scene, merely watching and observing as if it was not worth his time.
Soon Gareth stood up from his feet, he flashed a bloody grin on Beryl. " Ya really did a number on me, ya little shit." to which Beryl responded, "Believe me, i can do more than that."
"I apologize for underestimating you. Shall we start again?" Finn said and Beryl nodded.
The fight resumed.
Beryl shifted his stance, holding his shield firm as Finn rushed toward him. The spear shot forward like lightning, a blur of precise thrusts aimed to overwhelm his defenses. But Beryl anticipated the movement—his shield snapped into place with an audible clang, absorbing the impact, and with a twist of his hips, he forced Finn's spear to skid off the edge of his shield.
With a sharp pivot, he swung downward, the crackling edge sparking as it cleaved through the air.
CLANG!
Finn barely managed to block with the shaft of his spear, boots grinding against the stone under the sheer force of the blow. For a moment, Beryl's cold, expressionless face stared into Finn's determined calculative eyes. His Palico darted between the combatants, claws flashing as it targeted unguarded gaps slicing at boots, stabbing at ankles, forcing Finn to adjust his footing. A flicker of annoyance crossed Finn's face as the little creature made him stumble.
Without pause, Beryl advanced. He flowed from one stance to the next, his charge blade shifting between forms. A fast sequence of slashes and blocks with the sword, followed by an overhead switch into its massive axe mode. With a roar of released energy, Beryl swung hard at Finn, forcing the prum to raise his spear to guard the strike just in time to avoid being cleaved in two. Sparks erupted as metal met metal.
But even Beryl's unmatched weapon mastery wasn't enough to stand against the combined power of these executive adventurers for long. Gareth's shield slam sent a tremor up Beryl's arm, nearly dislodging his weapon. Riveria's incantations echoed in the chaos, spirals of ice magic and wind surged toward him. Beryl ducked behind his shield, but not fast enough to avoid the cold bite of a shard slicing across his arm.
Finn pressed the advantage, attacking relentlessly with precise jabs meant to wear him down.
Step by step, they chipped away at him despite his growing prowess using his magic. Each block came a little slower. Each swing of the charge blade took more effort. His mind and stamina drained, his arms heavy. And in those cracks, the Loki Familia pushed harder and the level difference became even more apparent.
Then it happened…
Gareth's hammer, heavy but fast, slipped through Beryl's defense and found its mark. The blunt side slammed on his helmet, shattering the metal in an explosion of shards. Beryl was sent flying for a few meters with the fragments of the helmet scattered across the battlefield, revealing his face to the adventurers for the first time.
A half-elf.
Finn faltered for the briefest of moments, surprise flickering across his face. "A half-elf...?" he muttered, caught off guard. The sight shocked the executive he isn't expecting someone with elvish blood to be leading Rakia's assault.
Riveria's expression shifted from steely focus to something softer, a flicker of pity. Her staff wavered in her hand, and she paused mid-incantation. To them, this revelation was unexpected. But to Beryl, it meant nothing. His heritage was simply another fact—a burden as mundane as the armor he wore. The fight was all that mattered now.
Pain flared in his limbs, exhaustion weighing him down like chains. But Beryl still stood up. The charge blade pulsed in his hands, brimming with energy—ready to unleash one final devastating strike.
And then he saw it.
Riveria, within striking distance. Her guard was down, exposed, vulnerable.
This was his chance. He raised the charge blade high, shifting it into its axe form, the weapon humming with violent power. He could end it all with one swing.
He looks at the elf before dismissing his thoughts, everything is just like her…his mother.
The blade fell
"Beryl, that's enough." A comfortable hum whispered in his ears.
And at the last moment, he changed the angle.
The axe head slammed into the stone beside Riveria with a deafening crash, the stored energy releasing in a shockwave that cracked the ground underfoot. The strike could have split her in two. Instead, it left her untouched, her pale green eyes wide with confusion and disbelief as her legs gave up. The elven composure that she was known for were long gone.
Riveria met his gaze, shocked and questioning.
Why?
her eyes seemed to ask. But Beryl's face remained a cold, emotionless mask. The answer was something he would carry alone.
"Really… The troublesome personality of my brother and I really came from you, my dear mother." He whispered standing in front of the elf.
The cost of mercy was swift. In the heartbeat that followed his missed strike, Gareth barreled into him, warhammer first. The impact sent Beryl flying backward, the charge blade slipping from his fingers.
He hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from his lungs. He gasped for air with Finn's spear hovered at his throat, ready to pierce but it never did.
Riveria's voice cut through the tension. "He spared me."
Finn glanced between Beryl and Riveria, the question unspoken in his eyes. But the elf gave a soft, confirming nod.
Finn exhaled and lowered his spear. "Then we'll spare him too." Beryl's eyes twitched looking towards the ungrateful elf.
Beryl lay still, his body aching and broken. He had failed to die today. The release he sought remained just out of reach, but the path ahead, whatever it was, had shifted.
For the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of something unfamiliar. Not quite hope, not quite regret. Just... tired.
"Those weapons of yours…it is honed to kill monsters? Am I wrong?" Finn glanced down on the bloodied man but offered no response.
Indeed, the skills, magic and the way he was taught, everything in his essence is built to fight monsters not humans.
To say that he is a counter for monsters is an understatement.
He is their natural predator.
The war is over for now. With him being defeated, others would follow soon.
"Another day to suffer." he whispered to himself as his gaze swept up to Riveria. "Maybe the gods will let me rest next time."
~Status~
Beryl Stella
Level: 4
Strength: 870 (B)
Defense: 890 (B)
Dexterity: 750 (C)
Agility: 711 (C)
Magic: 650 (D)
Magic
Sapphire Star:
"Ancient powers of the sapphire star, radiant in the endless skies, grant me the might of those who ruled before, whose roars shake the heavens and whose scales defy time. By the blood of the elders, I invoke your essence..."
(Multiplies the user's basic abilities every 10 seconds, at the cost of a significant amount of mind.)
Individual Spell key: (Beryl is able to cast individual enhancements to boost his basic abilities without draining his mind. Unlike the sapphire star that boost all his basic abilities, this individual spell key enables him to boost only one basic ability. Take note that this is all part of a single magic: Sapphire star.)
Strength of Dalamadur
"From the depths where titans coil, Let the mountain's wrath unfurl, Dalamadur, with strength unmatched, Grant me power to rend the world!"
Effect: Boosts strength to superhuman levels, granting the user immense power for close-quarters combat.
Endurance of Zorah Magdaros
Chant: "From the realm where dragons roam, Steadfast heart, enduring pain, Zorah Magdaros, with immovable will, Guard my body, make me still."
Effect: Increases endurance and durability, allowing the user to withstand incredible physical damage.
Dexterity of Ruiner Nergigante
Chant: "In the fury of ruined skies, Where even gods meet their demise, Nergigante, ruin's spear, Grant me hands that none can fear!"
Effect: Heightens dexterity and precision, enabling faster reactions and deadly accuracy in attacks.
Agility of Velkhana
Chant: "Wings of ice, in winter's flight, Velkhana's dance, swift as light, With graceful step, let cold winds steer, Guide me with unmatched speed, clear."
Effect: Significantly boosts agility, granting extreme speed and graceful movements, perfect for evasion and swift attacks.
Magic of Alatreon
Chant: "In the storm where elements bend, Alatreon's will, none can contend, Let fire, ice, and thunder blend, Unleash the power I transcend."
Effect: Boosts magic power, allowing the user to control multiple elemental forces with devastating spells.
Storage Magic:
Effect: Grants access to a 100m x 100m pocket dimension for storing items.
Spell Key – Re-Equip: Allows the user to switch weapons and armor seamlessly during combat.
Skills
Intimidate Aura (Passive):
Effect: Reduces the strength, agility, and magical output of nearby enemies by half (or more), depending on their level. Lower-level enemies suffer more intense fear.
Condition: Higher-level enemies resist, but prolonged exposure still causes discomfort.
Heroic Surge (Trigger):
Effect: Activates when Beryl's HP drops to critical levels, boosting Strength, Endurance, and Agility by 50%. Also reduces incoming damage and nullifies fear and pain.
Moment of Defiance: Grants 10 seconds of immunity to fatal damage if outnumbered or cornered by stronger enemies.
Developmental Skills
Monster Hunter:
Effect: Increases damage dealt to monsters.
Passive Bonuses:Immunity to any status ailments (e.x poison, paralysis)., Negates debuffs, Reduces damage taken from monsters.
Indomitable:
Effect: The stronger or more fearsome the opponent, the more Beryl's power increases.
Scaling: This power scales in proportion to the difference between Beryl's level and the opponent's, making him increasingly formidable against more dangerous foes.