God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Tenebris: Dark Magician’s Forbidden Treasury [2]
The sound of metal ringing against metal echoed through the battlefield as Kenshi expertly parried and countered each strike. But the glaives were relentless, their numbers threatening to overwhelm even his formidable skill.

“Wind-Style Swordsmanship: Gale of a Thousand Cuts!” Kenshi shouted, his voice filled with determination.

He moved with lightning speed, his blades slicing through the air with the precision and fury of a storm. Each movement was fluid, a perfect blend of his Wind-Style Swordsmanship and the temporal manipulation of the Sword of Time.

The wind around him swirled violently, amplifying the speed and power of his attacks.

The glaives found themselves caught in a vortex of slashes, each one narrowly avoiding being cut down by the relentless barrage.

Kenshi’s swords moved so quickly that they seemed to blur, leaving afterimages in their wake.

But the glaives weren’t easily defeated. They adapted to Kenshi’s movements, their shadowy forms becoming more elusive as they twisted and turned to evade his strikes. One glaive managed to slip past his defenses, aiming a deadly slash at his midsection.

Kenshi reacted in an instant, using his Cut Authority to slice through the very space between him and the glaive.

The blade halted mid-swing, its path severed by the invisible force.

Kenshi followed up with a powerful slash from his Sword of Time, disintegrating the glaive into a puff of dark smoke.

Yet, the remaining glaives pressed the attack, forcing Kenshi to dig even deeper into his arsenal of techniques.

“Wind-Style: Tempest of Ages!” he shouted, his voice resonating with the power of his authority.

A massive gust of wind erupted from his position, imbued with the energy of time itself. The wind accelerated, tearing through the fabric of reality, distorting time around it.

The glaives were caught in the tempest, their forms slowing as the flow of time around them became erratic.

Kenshi seized the opportunity, launching himself into the air and delivering a series of devastating strikes. Each blow landed with the precision of a master swordsman, severing the connection between the glaives and the dark energy that sustained them.

One by one, the glaives shattered, unable to withstand the combined force of Kenshi’s Cut Authority, Sword Authority, and Wind-Style Swordsmanship.

The battlefield was soon littered with the remnants of the shattered artifacts, their dark power dissipating into the void.

Kenshi landed gracefully, his breathing heavy but controlled.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and surveyed the battlefield, his eyes narrowing as he saw more artifacts emerging from the dark portals. “You’ll have to do better than that, Maverick,” he muttered under his breath, readying himself for the next wave.

Meanwhile, Bianca found herself confronted by a cursed artifact that radiated an aura of pure malevolence: the Reflection of Despair. This sinister mirror hovered menacingly before her, its surface rippling with dark energy.

When Bianca looked into the mirror, she saw not just her reflection, but a grotesque, twisted version of herself—her eyes hollow, her face gaunt, as if drained of life and hope.

The image seemed to mock her, amplifying every insecurity, every fear she had ever harbored.

A pulse of dark energy emanated from the mirror, and Bianca gasped as she felt it begin to sap her strength.

The mirror wasn’t just a reflection; it was a siphon, feeding on her doubts and fears.

Her legs trembled, and her resolve wavered as the weight of despair pressed down on her. It felt as though the mirror was trying to pull her into its depths, to consume her entirely.

“Bianca, snap out of it!” Kuroneko’s voice cut through the fog of despair.

He quickly assessed the situation and realized the danger the mirror posed.

Without hesitation, he activated his Shadow Authority, summoning tendrils of darkness that snaked toward the cursed mirror with a hiss.

The tendrils wrapped around the mirror, squeezing tightly as Kuroneko attempted to crush it.

But the Reflection of Despair was no ordinary artifact. With a sinister gleam, the mirror reflected the tendrils back at Kuroneko, only now they were infused with a dark energy that doubled their force.

The shadowy tendrils recoiled, striking Kuroneko with brutal impact. He let out a grunt of pain as he was sent crashing to the ground, his own power used against him.

“Damn it!” Kuroneko cursed, struggling to push himself up. “This thing turns everything back on us!”

Bianca’s mind raced. She knew that any direct attack would be reflected back with even greater intensity.

She needed to think strategically. ‘The Exchange Authority… I can use it to turn the mirror’s power against itself,’ she thought, determination flaring in her eyes.

“Kuroneko, we need to change tactics!” Bianca shouted, her voice steadying as she regained control.

She focused her energy, feeling the power of her Exchange Authority well up inside her.

The mirror pulsed again, sending another wave of despair toward Bianca, but this time, she was ready.

With a swift gesture, Bianca activated her Exchange Authority. Instead of swapping directly with Kuroneko, she exchanged her position with the air beside him.

In an instant, Bianca was safely at Kuroneko’s side, avoiding the mirror’s attack entirely.

The wave of despair struck the spot where she had just been standing, dissipating harmlessly into the air.

“Nice move,” Kuroneko said with a nod, already preparing his next spell. “Now let’s take this thing down.”

He began chanting a spell from his grimoire, summoning a wave of dark magic. “Dark Magic: Abyssal Grasp!”

A vortex of shadowy hands erupted from the ground, reaching for the mirror with the intent to drag it into the abyss.

The hands moved with a speed and ferocity that belied their dark origins, but the mirror, as expected, reflected the attack back at them.

“Bianca, now!” Kuroneko yelled, bracing himself.

Bianca didn’t hesitate. She activated her Exchange Authority again, but this time, instead of swapping their positions, she exchanged the location of the cursed mirror with a harmless object nearby—a cracked vase lying forgotten on the battlefield.

In a flash, the mirror disappeared from its position and reappeared where the vase had been.

The abyssal hands, now no longer aimed at the mirror, grasped at empty air.

But the Reflection of Despair wasn’t easily fooled. It pulsed with dark energy, seeking out its targets with malevolent intent.

Bianca knew they couldn’t keep evading forever.

“Kuroneko, do you have anything that can disrupt its power? Something it can’t reflect?” Bianca asked, her mind racing for a solution.