I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 46: When Did My Son Become This Strong?

(( Minutes Earlier ))

Victor's surroundings had long transformed from a technological city into a molten wasteland.

Victor had never seen so much blood in his life.

The moment he reached the Molten Wastes Mining Site, his stomach churned as a wave of nausea hit him like a crashing tide.

Bodies.

Scattered everywhere.

The ground was soaked in red with flesh ripped apart and limbs strewn across the blackened rocks.

The stench of burnt corpses and scorched earth filled the air, nearly making him gag.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

"Holy shit… I wasn't ready for this."

He forced himself to breathe, trying not to vomit right then and there. Seeing this in a game was one thing... but in reality... it completely hit differently.

The moment he turned the corner—

His blood ran cold.

There, in the middle of the battle-torn wasteland, lay a warrior's broken body.

It was Felix.

His torso was split in two with his lifeless eyes staring into nothingness.

"A mana Defense officer... he must have come here to help..."

Victor stood frozen.

Everything else faded.

It was just him and the corpse of a man who had died fighting.

And then—his eyes fell upon something.

Lying just a few inches from Felix's severed hand…

A greatsword still charged faintly with warrior's mana.

Victor didn't hesitate.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the massive hilt before lifting it up.

His breathing steadied.

His grip tightened.

Then—he dashed forward.

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(( Back to the Present ))

Mr. Revenant's heart nearly stopped.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

His son—his boy—was standing between him and a monstrous Drakenar warrior.

Victor held Felix's greatsword in his hands, locked in a direct clash against the Drakenar leader's molten claws.

The sheer impact had sent a wave of dust across the battlefield, kicking up sand and debris.

Victor's arms trembled slightly, but—

He was holding his ground.

"VICTOR?!" Mr. Revenant shouted in horror.

Victor gritted his teeth as his arms strained against the force of the Drakenar's strength.

"You really know how to pick a terrible hiding spot, Dad."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Mr Revenant yelled from behind.

"Saving you!" Victor snapped back before pushing against the Drakenar's claw and jumping backward.

The Drakenar leader, however, grinned.

"Interesting."

"I finally found a weapon... are you willing to be my test dummy?"

Qi began to gather around Victor in waves, causing a strange pressure to descend upon the surroundings.

"YOU NEED TO RUN!" his father yelled before stepping forward. "This isn't a fight you can—"

Victor grabbed his father's arm and—without any effort at all—yanked him back.

"You run," Victor countered. "I got this!"

Mr. Revenant stumbled slightly as his eyes widened in disbelief.

His son—his scrawny, game-obsessed son—had just manhandled him like it was nothing.

What the hell was happening?

The Drakenar leader tilted his head and watched them bicker.

Victor kept his stance with his blade raised and his muscles tensed.

His father, meanwhile, was losing his mind.

"Victor, listen to me!" Mr. Revenant insisted. "These things aren't some game characters you can respawn from! They're real! They'll kill you!"

Victor rolled his eyes. "Oh wow, I had no idea. Thanks for the heads up, Dad."

"Damn it, Victor! This isn't the time for your jokes!"

"Exactly, so get out of here!"

"YOU get out of here!"

The Drakenar leader's eyes flickered between them with his molten claws twitching slightly.

Left.

Right.

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Right.

He watched them go back and forth, clearly losing interest.

Then—he grinned.

"Aaah…" his deep voice rumbled as he cackled. "I see what this is."

Both Victor and his father froze as the Drakenar's molten eyes gleamed.

"A father-son reunion?" the creature mocked. "How… sweet."

The Drakenar lifted his massive clawed hand with lava dripping from his fingers as his eyes burned with malicious amusement.

"Why don't you both die together?"

Then—he charged forward.

"MOVE!"

Victor shoved his father back and swung his greatsword forward.

Steel met molten claws, and the battle truly began.

The two figures blurred, moving rapidly as their clashes sent deafening sounds across the vicinity.

Mr. Revenant could barely follow the fight.

All he saw were flashes of steel, blazing orange streaks, and waves of pressure blasting through the battlefield.

Victor matched the Drakenar leader blow for blow causing their attacks to send air waves across the area.

They dashed across the battlefield at insane speed as the clashes of their weapons formed bright sparks in the air.

Victor ducked under a swiping claw and countered with a Wind slash, sending a white arc of energy slicing through the air.

The Drakenar twisted, dodging at the last second.

Then—he countered.

A massive molten fist surged toward Victor's chest—

Victor vanished in a blur and reappeared above him before slashing downward—

The Drakenar blocked it causing arm and steel to grind against each other.

Mr. Revenant watched in stunned silence.

His son.

His sixteen-year-old son.

Was fighting toe-to-toe with a Drakenar warrior.

"How? When?!"

Victor had never been strong.

He had always been a goofy, carefree kid.

A kid who played video games all day and struggled to even carry groceries without complaining.

Now—

Now, he was trading blows with a monster.

His movements were astonishing, his attacks were fast and his reflexes were on another level.

This wasn't… normal.

It wasn't possible.

"When did my son… become this strong?"

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Victor staggered slightly as he locked eyes with the Drakenar leader.

His arms were starting to hurt from the force of their clashes. It was obvious—he was getting pushed back.

Every strike sent tremors up his arms and his muscles ached under the sheer force of his opponent's blows. The Drakenar was simply too strong. Their power difference was vast, and Victor was feeling it with every passing second.

His father just couldn't tell because their attacks were too fast for him to follow and Victor hadn't taken a blow yet.

The Drakenar leader grinned as his molten eyes flickered like lava, fully aware of the human boy's struggle. "You're slowing down," he taunted while raising a hand. "You can't keep up with me for long."

Victor clenched his teeth. "Oh, yeah? We'll see about that." He planted his feet firmly into the scorched earth, taking a deep breath before activating Phantom Moon Slash.

In an instant, the air around them shimmered, and suddenly, there were multiple Victors—circling the Drakenar leader from all angles.

Their greatswords gleamed, leaving streaks of afterimages in the air, making it impossible to tell where the real strike would come from.

The Drakenar leader's gaze flickered between the countless Victors in confusion.