Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 60:Introductions [4]

Staggering backward with his hands shaking, Raven gasped for air, clearly out of breath, and watched me.

Managing to keep my composure, I immediately charged forward, feeling my right eye burn with pain and slowly close.

It felt as if someone were constantly squirting lemons into my right eye.

As I reached Raven, I wasn’t even fully looking at him but partially relying on the holographic figure.

Seeing the devil version of myself side-step left, I tossed the wooden sword from my strong right hand to my weak left hand.

Then, as Raven moved to the left, I stepped forward with my left foot, lunging forward, and jabbed my sword vertically straight at his stomach, as if I were fencing.

However, my sword didn’t hit anything.

Looking to my right, I could see the holographic figure standing completely still, right in front of my sword.

Yet, Raven wasn’t there.

Instead, Raven feinted to my left, only extending his right leg but never planting it on the ground, before immediately leaping backward like an acrobat and landing a few feet away from me.

I was left completely exposed.

With my right leg behind me and my left leg forward, I was off-balance, and to make it worse, my wooden sword was currently in my weak left hand.

At that moment, the holographic figure suddenly flickered, like a light turning off and on, before disappearing.

Then, with the right side of my vision blurred, I could barely make the figure as it reappeared to the right of Raven once again.

Taking advantage of my moment of vulnerability, Raven immediately charged forward, his two curved karamabit right above his waist.

It truly was unfortunate.

If he had stood still, he would have won on time.

I had been betrayed by Tempo, through its inaccurate holographic lines and figures, countless times, so there was no way I’d rely on it.

Even those with an S-rated Tempo stat didn’t have flawless predictions of others’ moves.

So, how could I believe that, just because of some demon eye, mine would be perfect?

Angling himself at the free right side of my body since my sword was in my left hand, Raven diagonally charged at me, his eyes shining an ominous black.

However, I stayed in the same exact position.

Lunging further forward with my left leg, I extended my left hand with the wooden sword as far ahead as possible.

I had done a perfect horizontal slash with my right hand, so how hard could it be with my left?

With my head tilted to the right, I stayed perfectly still, stabilizing my feet, until Raven was finally close enough.

As he got within swinging distance, I horizontally straightened my left hand the best I could before taking a deep breath.

Then, in a swift and clean motion, I rushed my left hand to the right, across my body, with as much speed as I could muster.

Following behind my hand like a shadow, my sword passed by my right leg, just as Raven closed in on me.

Extending his puny right dagger as far forward as he could, Raven attempted to hit the right side of my body with the dagger’s tip, knocking me off balance.

It was quite the comedic scene.

I was staying completely still, simply lunging forward.

On the other hand, Raven was sprinting with all his might, sweat falling from his face, and crouching downward so that his head was at the height of my knees.

My left hand had already hit my right shoulder and halted, reaching the farthest it could, but there was a delay.

The right side of my sword was still mere centimeters away from reaching Raven’s right ear and sending him flying away.

Yet...Raven was closer.

It was odd.

Instead of decreasing, Raven’s speed had dramatically increased throughout the fight.

Despite his rapid breath and exhausted muscles, he had only gotten faster, even outpacing the holographic figure behind him.

Inches behind Raven, the figure, identical to me, with two demonic horns, stood, using the same crouching posture as Raven with his right dagger extended.

That was where Raven should have been, considering the speed at which he had been using for our fight.

It seemed I had miscalculated.

Crouching with his head at my knees, Raven also wasn’t looking at me and was staring straight down at the ground.

Lunging forward with his right foot, he extended his right hand with his right dagger as far forward as possible.

His dagger was less than a millimeter from hitting my unprotected right waist and knocking me to the ground.

If a normal person saw us two right now, I doubt they’d even consider it a fight.

Both of us were in the same position, simply lunging forward on different legs in different directions.

I was lunging forward with my left leg at nothing, while Raven was lunging forward with his right leg at me.

Funnily enough, neither of us was looking at each other.

However, the blood drops falling down my face were enough proof of a fight.

Raven’s face was covered with sweat, his hair falling onto his face and leaking droplets of sweat onto the ground as well.

Both of our legs shook, threatening to fail and fall at any moment, and our hands were colored a crimson-red, as we applied as much pressure as possible to grip our weapons tightly.

If I lost this...I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of it.

I would become the "dog."

Unfortunately, reality was cruel.

The sound of Raven’s future words was already echoing in my ears.

As a feeling of hopelessness coursed through my body upon the realization of my future loss, my head suddenly throbbed.

How did it make sense?

I was the Demon King, the very embodiment of power.

Billions of people, even the current emperor, feared me.

Wherever I went, destruction and ruin followed.

I was the apex of all demons.

I was the sovereign of an entire empire

I was Chronos, The Demon King of Eternity.

But, most importantly, I was the book’s final antagonist.

I shouldn’t lose.

I couldn’t lose.

No one had the right to defeat me...except one person.

Only the hero could beat the final antagonist.