Dragon's Wrath: The Cursed Returnee



"As expected of someone who has the same nature as me… he is too troublesome if left unchecked."

"He isn't like you at all… Ethan might be a sarcastic moron who is always trying to get on the nerves of everyone. Still, he gives as much as he receives, if not more," Emily said. "He had the same problems as you, he mulled over the fact that he had to be cautious about the others since he could take everything they had in a single moment, but he didn't use that as a reason to justify his moronic antics."

Confusion mingled with curiosity as they tried to unravel the true meaning behind her words. Was Emily genuinely commending Ethan's efforts, or was there a subtle undertone of skepticism? It was difficult to discern, leaving the group uncertain about how to interpret her statement.

Amidst the uncertainty, a mix of emotions swirled within the group. Some members questioned whether Emily's words held a hidden agenda, while others remained hopeful that her praise was genuine. The atmosphere was tinged with a sense of ambiguity, with each individual processing the situation in their own way.

"You have a high opinion of him… let's see if you can keep that opinion if you see the versions of you that have been disappointed by him. Perhaps all of you should see that."

Numerous shadows began to form around the group, and they knew that things would become difficult again… but before the monster could finish his preparations, Ethan suddenly emerged from the void below at insane speeds and approached the monster… the giant beast was forced to use fifty of its tentacles to stop him this time… because Ethan's armor had changed. Aside from being pitch black, thanks to his Berserker, it was also moving around him.

As Ethan's blade struck the monstrous entity with resounding force, a tremor ran through its colossal form. The impact of his attack reverberated throughout the creature's body, causing it to quiver ever so slightly. The faint trembling served as a testament to the strength and power behind Ethan's strike, leaving a faint crack in the impenetrable facade of the monstrous entity.

The trembling of the monster's body did not go unnoticed by the group, who were keenly attuned to the subtle shifts in the battlefield. Their spirits lifted, fueled by a glimmer of hope. The tremor served as a reminder that even the most formidable adversaries could be shaken and that their combined efforts had the potential to make an impact.

No, you won't," Ethan declared. 

"How surprising… You improved again after that attack. However, how many of those can you take?"

"I can do this all day. It isn't about how many times you punch. It is about how many times you can take the hit and get up," Ethan said. "Nothing happens to anyone that he is not fitted by nature to bear. Do or do not. There is no try. I can quote one million more motivational quotes. Want to hear them?"

As Ethan's words spilled forth in a seemingly nonsensical manner, the group exchanged puzzled glances, their brows furrowed with uncertainty. They couldn't help but question his state of mind, wondering if the impact of the monster's attack had caused him to lose his grip on reality. The disjointed nature of his speech left them wondering if he was speaking from a place of confusion or if there was a deeper meaning behind his words.

Yet, amidst their skepticism, a glimmer of faith remained. They recalled the countless times Ethan had led them to victory, his unwavering determination and keen intellect guiding them through the darkest of trials. They understood that battle, particularly against a formidable foe like the monstrous entity, could take its toll on one's mind and body.

The monster's gaze bore down upon Ethan with a seething mix of fury and disdain. Its immense size seemed to tremble with anger as it beheld the young warrior before it. The beast's keen senses picked up on what it perceived as Ethan's nonchalant attitude, interpreting his jests and apparent disregard for its power as a display of arrogance and disrespect.

Within the depths of its monstrous form, a primal rage stirred. It could not fathom why Ethan would dare to jest and jest with such apparent ease when faced with its overwhelming might. The beast's very nature craved dominance, submission, and fear from its adversaries. Ethan's nonchalance ignited a wrath within the creature, as it saw his actions as a challenge to its authority and an affront to its power.

"... It is time to end the games."

The giant monster began to move all of its tentacles and stopped paying attention to the others… It only wanted to kill Ethan now. 

The numerous tentacles moved in the same manner, and then they began to move to attack Ethan like whips… it was almost impossible to see them moving.

Ethan raised his sword and blocked them with his weapon, but he was hit from all sides, and he could only protect one direction… 

As the enemies unleashed their relentless assault upon Ethan, the battlefield erupted with powerful shockwaves. Each strike carried immense force, creating ripples of destructive energy that reverberated through the air. Caught between two opposing forces, Ethan found himself trapped within a relentless barrage, unable to evade or defend against the onslaught.

The shockwaves crashed into Ethan with unyielding intensity, inflicting immense pain and leaving him unable to move or find respite. The force of the impacts jolted through his body, shaking his very core and threatening to overwhelm his defenses. With each successive hit, the damage accumulated, pushing Ethan to his limits.

Despite the onslaught, Ethan remained determined and resolute. He gritted his teeth, his face etched with a mixture of pain and unwavering resolve. The full force of the enemy's attacks battered against his body, testing his endurance and fortitude. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, he maintained a steadfast focus, seeking a moment of opportunity amidst the storm of blows.