Unique Magic – Estasha Style, First Form
Magic at 1st Circle can be countered by 2nd Circle spells, and 2nd Circle by 3rd Circle. So, if a hypothetical 10th Circle spell existed, what could dispel it? The answer is 'nothing.' The dimensional limit encompasses up to 10th Circle, so mainstream theory holds that a 10th Circle spell would assimilate with the world itself, persisting eternally.
But could something un-dispellable truly be called magic? It would no longer qualify as magic—it'd be a phenomenon, or the world itself. Whether the creators of World of Arceria knew this concept or stumbled upon it, they implemented 'unblockables'—attacks with excruciatingly long cast times that, once fired, can't be dodged or blocked without evasion.
Not all unblockables are instant kills, but when fused with finishers, their power is horrifying. Giselle Phoenix's finisher, Avatar Descent, incinerates everything in a 50-meter cone with no counter. Jin Chronicle's Frozen Prison similarly locks down targets inescapably. Yet neither approaches true 10th Circle might, leaving their interactions unpredictable. Still, one side would surely crumble.
Crash!
Giselle's Avatar Descent, aimed at me, shattered Jin Chronicle's Frozen Prison in its path. I burst from the dozens of ice pillars, brushing shards from my limbs. The steam billowing ferociously from the clash also dulled the flames. The best-case scenario.
"Good work, Adella. Your turn now."
"No... I won't! I can fight with you! We fight together!"
Adella rose with steely resolve, but her trembling legs offered no mercy.
"I can... I can do it... but my legs..."
She clutched her disobedient limbs, forcing herself up—only to collapse again moments later. Where did that courage come from? She knew this was a game to me, but to her, it felt utterly real.
"Can't... if I give up here..."
"Heal."
No cast needed—just a word, and healing magic unfolded. Perks of a game world. Bleeding stopped; bruises faded to blue, then clear.
"Huh...?"
"Forgot I'm a healer? C'mon, let's fight together."
"Hic... Yeah...!"
His HP was littered with sixes, true to the gimmick. Not designed as a clearable boss anyway. Compared to Valrum Venaons' 100k HP, it was a sigh-worthy gap. At least the academy pursuers vanished when the boss fight triggered... small mercies.
One improvement over my first run: reliable allies fulfilling their roles. Clear Act 1, and the main penalty resets. No full stat recovery for lost growth, but afterward, we'd manage. This might be World of Arceria's toughest hurdle.
"Let's do this... sis."
Adella thrust her arm out, fist extended—a pre-battle trust gesture among comrades.
"Sis...?"
"Ah...? What'd I just saynyang! Not sis, NoName! Slip of the tongue! Total accident!"
"Pfft."
"It's true...!"
Thud. I bumped my fist against her scraped, blistered hand.
"Let's do this, little sis."
"Ugh!"
"Incoming. Brace."
Jin Chronicle sprouted black tentacles from his back, slashing between us. His form devolved from human.
"Whoa!"
Adella leaped aside; I rolled opposite, observing the corpse's mutations. Skin bubbled like boiling lava. Burst bubbles birthed black liquid, encasing his body.
"Ugh... I almost became that? Horrifying..."
Adella shuddered violently.
"Not a pretty sight."
"How are you so calmnyang?! Don't you dare die again or I won't forgive you!"
"Can't, now that you're here."
[Yggdrasil's summoning is futile. Is the blood-drinking tree the god you worship?]
"Speak plainly."
Friction Coefficient Adjustment
The monster staggered, but two tentacles anchored it. Adella infused her dagger with energy. Dozens of tentacles couldn't halt her charge.
"Hiyaah!"
Dozens of slashes tore and regenerated its black skin. Needle-tentacles pierced for her, but she dodged all. She pressed, but too weakly.
Adella couldn't swing forever. Regeneration outpaced damage; she retreated, dazed. Some foes multiply arms endlessly—humans have two; they have dozens. One stab threatens us; they shrug off scores. Mid-tier beasts often fit this mold.
"Huff... haa... how... how do we...?"
In my hand: the student council president's broadsword. Similar build, weapon to my past life. Could I? I was NoName, not Estasha Latias de Kaizen. Her life was endless strife; mine, none in reality. I'd traced her path barely till now—could I mimic genius swordplay?
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Right. Forget Nami for now. You're NoName—strongest forest guardian, streamer backed by 20k cheers. Past moves? No issue. Confidence surged.
Vrrr—
My blue-aura sword hummed, slicing air fiercely.
"Got a way. Mindless foes have clear limits."
"Then tell me quick! It's healingnyang!"
"Stack hits on the monster. I'll mark spots; you attack in sequence. Easier than copying me blindly?"
"What?"
"Going. Start at 100 for the first."
Estasha's first unique magic, devised at nine. No name then—I hated naming techniques.
Resonance
Joint Cast: Fatigue Strength Control
Unique magics are complex; a pure 1st Circle magic-swordplay deserved praise. But designed for dual casting from inception, it never suited her solo. Time to vent that rage here. And your unique magic completes in that cat girl's hands—watch closely.
Its name:
Estasha Style – First Form
"Adella."
It began with NoName's strike. No more weapon swaps or bug exploits—damage quartered to 1/8th. Viewers lamented her 400-strong attack registering weaker than basics at 50.
Vrrr—
A rotating blue gear-like pattern bloomed at the hit spot—not quite a circle, more cogwheel. Midway through marking the monster, Adella joined with her dagger.
"Only I'd accept this nonsense chant...!"
Clang!
As the gear completed one rotation, Adella mirrored pose, strike, force—pummeling mercilessly.
Clang! Clang!
Blacksmith-like metal clashes echoed into the night.
"Match timing exactly? Ridiculous!"
Like ghosting a time attack, her moves overlaid mine from three seconds prior. Grumbling, she trusted me. I'd deliver something special—even against 660k HP.
The monster couldn't comprehend. Despite accelerating strikes, HP lingered at 640k.
"Not yet, NoName?"
"No whining yet."
Spot on. My unique magic persisted. By the 100th gear, sweat plastered her hair to her forehead.
"Focus to the end! One mistake and it's over!"
"Don't need to tell me..."
97th: Diagonal downslash to heel.
98th: Aerial spin for acceleration, horizontal chest slash.
99th: Leverage momentum, overhead to head.
100th: Max mana into thrust—Adella stabbed the heart.
Estasha Style – First Form – Adella
"Break!"
Hummm—!
A deafening resonance shook the ground. Adella winced, ears ringing.
"Guhk!"
The monster suffered worse. Explosions ripped internally; black sludge erupted skyward; tentacles severed in agony. The demon that ignored countless combos finally knelt, vomiting filth.
HP bar told the tale.
-183,110 HP
100 HIT COMBO