REINCARNATED IN "THE NOVEL´S EXTRA-REMAKE"

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As soon as I realized that no other monsters were coming out of the magic circles, I raised my arm towards the sky.

In front of me, thirty-two monsters roared as they advanced, their eyes glowing with pure bloodlust. Among them, one stood out: a mid-level monster, bigger and fiercer than the rest, leading the charge like a predatory beast at the top of the food chain.

The creatures swarmed through the streets, mercilessly advancing against defenseless civilians.

Screams of terror echoed as people tried to flee, but the monsters were fast, ready to kill and tear apart everything in their path.

Origin Magic: Black Thunder Magic Emperor.

I raised my hand, and immediately black rays began to concentrate in my palm, crackling like furious serpents.

"Zzzt! Crackle!"

The magical energy grew exponentially, expanding into a dense, pulsating sphere of electricity. The air around me vibrated with magical pressure, and muffled thunder rang out like an omen of imminent destruction.

"Bzzzzt! Crack! Boom!"

"Go!"

Like purple lines on a chalkboard, dozens of bolts of lightning cut through the sky and fell like divine spears.

The impact was devastating.

"Kraaaak!"

The ground shook violently under the electrical explosions, and for a brief instant the world seemed to freeze. The people running around desperately stopped, their eyes wide, reflecting the spectacle of pure annihilation unfolding before them.

The monsters, the targets of my attack, were swallowed up by a sea of black lightning.

"Goaaar!"

Their screams mingled with the deafening roar of electricity that burned everything in its path.

"Crackle!"

The chaotic energy ricocheted across the sidewalks and street, incinerating all the monsters it came into contact with.

The smell of charred flesh filled the air, thick and suffocating. The purple light danced around the museum, reflecting off the windows and the electronic screens that were still working, making the scene even more surreal.

In a matter of seconds, the massacre was over. Where once there had been beasts, now there were only charred bodies and electric sparks crackling among the wreckage. The smell of ozone and burnt flesh still hung in the air, mixing with the dust raised by the destruction.

"Next time, I'll avoid using Origin Magic like that. If I hadn't restrained myself, I'm sure some people would have been hit."

I looked around, observing the civilians who were still paralyzed, unable to fully process what they had just witnessed. Some looked up at the sky, trying to understand the reason for the lightning, while low murmurs spread through the crowd, wondering if some hero had finally appeared to help them. Others, still frozen in fear, just looked at the ashes and charred bodies of the monsters, speechless.

From where I was standing, I could see some heroes arriving in the distance, but even they seemed perplexed as they looked at the charred monsters on the ground. They approached cautiously, trying to understand what had just happened. They didn't seem to have fully grasped the magnitude of the attack, and some exchanged confused glances, unsure whether they were facing more creatures or a more dangerous enemy.

I shook my head and let out a sigh. It wasn't time to worry about that. The real problem was still inside the museum.

"Mmn. From the magical reading I'm getting inside, it's something they can deal with calmly. However, it's better not to take the risk."

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Inside the museum, almost two minutes after Theo's magic had been cast.

The air inside the museum was thick, charged with an ominous presence that made me feel as if something was scratching my skin. The Djinn in front of us was no ordinary enemy. His magical power was spreading like a black tide, distorting the environment around him.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the oppression in my chest.

"Are you ready?"

I asked Suho, glancing at him.

"Yes."

He replied, as firm as ever.

The Seven-Armed Sword shone in his hands, and the sword's blue aura enveloped the blade like a divine shield. It was a spectacle. Suho's power was real and tangible. No matter how strong this Djinn was, he had chosen the wrong opponent.

At least that's what I thought.

The Djinn gave me a crooked smile and, in an instant, a wave of black power spread through the room.

I pulled the string of my bow, readying a magic arrow.

"Just support me."

Suho said, gripping his sword tighter.

"Support? Please, I'll kill you."

I retorted, forcing a smile to ease the tension.

However, the truth was that something felt wrong.

The Djinn raised his hand, and a blue-black wolf, formed entirely of magical energy, protruded from his arm, roaring and lunging at Suho. The blue blade cut through the air, dispersing part of the attack, but it wasn't enough.

"What?!"

Suho was thrown backwards like a rag doll, hitting the wall with a dry thud.

My heart raced. This wasn't supposed to happen.

I looked at Suho, expecting him to get up quickly, but his expression betrayed the pain he was feeling. He was hurt. And for real.

The Djinn wasted no time. His eyes turned to me.

My instinct warned me. I quickly raised my bow and fired two arrows. They hit him in the shoulder and chest, but... He didn't even blink.

"That's not regeneration..."

I muttered, feeling a chill run down my spine.

He wasn't recovering. He simply felt no pain.

The Djinn continued to advance.

"Holy shit!"

My body froze for a moment. I knew I had to run, I had to do something. However, my legs seemed stuck to the ground.

It was then that Suho moved again, putting himself between me and the Djinn.

He advanced again, his sword glowing with a blue aura. But the Djinn didn't back down. His monstrous arm rose, summoning that black beast once more.

The wolf advanced. Suho tried to block, but was pushed back. And in that opening moment, the Djinn moved.

My vision blurred.

Before I could react, a black hand came and tried to grab my face.

"Ah!"

The pressure of its magical power made me freeze. It was as if an unbearable pressure was pulling me into an abyss. I felt my magical power flinch, as if she were being suffocated inside me.

"Are we screwed?"

I heard someone mutter in the background, but my mind was too busy to understand.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

Then something changed.

A shiver ran through my body.

A muffled bang came from somewhere outside, followed by a thunderous roar that made the whole building vibrate.

A second later, the world was illuminated by a purple glow.

"Bzzzzt!"

The pressure on my face disappeared instantly. The Djinn turned abruptly, his eyes wide, and a split second later...

"Boom!"

The lightning bolt sliced through the ceiling of the museum.

The Djinn was thrown backwards, his body swallowed up by a black bolt that came down like a divine hammer.

My vision returned, and I saw it.

Purple sparks danced in the air, and magical energy still crackled across the ground.

Then a laugh escaped my lips.

"Hah... What was that?"

I didn't know where it came from. But one thing was certain.

The game had changed.

Taking advantage of the fallen Djinn in front of me, I shouted to Suho.

"Pass it to me!"

Kim Suho, still panting a few meters away, gave me a confused look. But he didn't hesitate. With one fluid movement, he gripped the sword tightly and threw it towards me.

Time seemed to slow down. The blade spun in the air, reflecting the last traces of purple electricity that still danced through the room. I grabbed it at the perfect moment, feeling the familiar weight of steel in my hands.

My heart was still hammering in my chest, and adrenaline was pulsing through every fiber of my body. This time, however, there was no fear or hesitation in my heart, unlike in training, when I couldn't even hold the handle of the sword.

The Djinn emerged from the sparks, his skin blackened by scorch marks, but his eyes still shone with pure hatred. He hadn't fallen. But, for the first time, his actions seemed hesitant, he looked up, wondering where the lightning that had almost killed him had come from.

With the Djinn's attention elsewhere, Nayun gripped the handle of the seven-point sword even tighter, fixing his green eyes entirely on it.

I squeezed the handle of the "Seven-Pointed Sword", feeling its full weight spread through my body. The fear? The fear? All that disappeared here and now.

'Fuck my fear of blood.'

'To hell with my fear of holding a sword.'

'Mom... I'm sorry... But I have to move on.'

My heart was pounding. I could feel the heat of the mana surging through my body, growing and swirling around me like a storm about to explode.

''I need to show my brother... that I've grown into someone he can be proud of.'

"Clack!"

A sound echoed in my mind. As if invisible chains were breaking. Something inside me broke free, something that had always been there, but which I had never dared to touch.

My breathing became steady. My green eyes shone with determination.

I raised the sword above my head.

The mana from my core began to surge through my body, sucked up by the blade like a tornado of pure energy. The ground shook beneath my feet. The air distorted with the intensity of the force released. The sword, once silent, now sang with a power I had never felt before.

Greenish light exploded from the blade, covering the hall with its green glow, and another sword reflected on it, like a hologram - a materialization of the sword.

The Djinn finally realized the danger. He opened his eyes wide and tried to move.

But it was too late. A blinding light fell on him, hitting him on the right shoulder and momentarily blinding him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kim Hajin fire his gun.

"DIE!"

With a shout, I brought the blade down with all my strength.

The air crackled with the magical pressure released. The holographic sword, a pure manifestation of my mana, descended along with the blade in my hands.

"Crack!"

The ground beneath my feet sank with the force of the blow. The Djinn tried to react, raising his arms covered in black mana to defend himself, but it was no use.

"Schliing!"

My blade pierced his mana and then passed through his body like paper. A clean, fierce cut went through his torso, and time seemed to freeze for an instant.

The Djinn's eyes fluttered. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Then.

"Booom!"

The energy contained in the blow spilled forward. The Djinn's body was split in half. A crack of about 10 meters extended until it collided with the wall of the museum.

I took a deep breath, feeling my breathing quicken.

"Ah! I... did it!"

I dropped to my knees on the floor, too exhausted to try to stand.

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