Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 61:Introductions [5]

At that moment, as I took a deep breath in and braced myself for impact, I suddenly felt a sudden chill surround my body.

Despite being inside and wearing my blazer, I felt as if I were inside an iceberg.

Time hadn’t frozen; it was still moving normally.

Raven’s dagger had just moved another millimeter, its tip now mere nanoseconds away from hitting my waist.

But...my sword had also moved.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the right side of my wooden blade, which was now somehow millimeters away from hitting Raven.

Something was off...

In the small space between Raven and my blade...there was just a cloud of pitch-black darkness floating.

The color of the floor below and the light above had been completely devoured.

Everything around the hole was colored and lit up normally...but there was just a night-black void levitating in the air.

It was as if a black hole had just appeared.

Then, as Raven’s dagger inched closer to my body, my sword finally touched the pitch-darkness between it and Raven’s body.

The moment the sword touched the pitch-black void, it immediately disappeared before reappearing right by Raven’s head.

That was what it had probably looked like to a normal person, at least.

However, with my right eye, I had seen my sword suddenly speed up as it touched the darkness, to the point where it left speed mirages behind it.

The sword had moved so fast toward Raven’s head that upon touching the pitch-black darkness, it had simply become invisible to the naked eye.

At that moment, the words that had boggled my head earlier suddenly echoed inside my head.

Your sword cuts through time.

Raven’s dagger, which had a massive head start and should have hit me first, had lost.

Time had been defied.

*BANG*

The right side of my sword instantly collided with the right side of Raven’s head.

As the tip of Raven’s right dagger brushed against my shirt, Raven immediately went flying, the dagger falling out of his hand.

However, interestingly enough, Raven did not even go flying more than five feet away from me.

At the speed my sword had been going, Raven should have been knocked through the wall of the training hall and gone at least five hundred miles further.

It seemed that the sword had suddenly slowed to normal speed before hitting Raven.

*BANG*

As Raven’s entire body crashed back-first into the soft ground, still inside the circle, my body suddenly froze.

A second later, my leg suddenly buckled, giving up, and I free-fell forward toward the ground.

Seeing the entire right side of my vision go dark, I tried to command my body to catch itself or stand back up, but nothing responded.

I even tried to call upon my mana to summon a clone...but none of it was left.

Out of mana, energy, and breath, I exhaustedly collapsed onto the ground, falling face-first onto the sand.

After a couple of seconds of lying on the ground and almost falling asleep, I finally felt my legs kick upward, slowly obeying my brain’s commands.

Using my hands, I boosted myself upward and sat down on the ground with my legs stretched in front of me.

The sand below where my face had been, instead of being tan-colored, was now crimson-red.

And, the right side of my vision was pitch-black, as if I were half-blind.

It felt as if there was something covering my right eye.

Although I couldn’t see myself, I would imagine that my entire right eye was colored a pitch-black, like a void, with no pupil visible.

The black outside had devoured my crimson-red pupil.

Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed my bandage and slowly placed it above my right eye, feeling a headache coming on.

My brain was tired from consuming all the information that my right eye had gathered and from using Tempo to create the holographic figure.

Grabbing my sword, I embedded its tip into the soft sand below before using it to lift myself up so I could stand on two feet.

Leaning on the sword, I finally looked to the right, seeing Raven sprawled out on the sand a couple of feet away from me.

He desperately gasped for air while quietly gazing up at the light right above him.

Raising his right hand as high up as he could, Raven seemed to attempt to reach the light countless feet above him.

"I can feel it...enlightenment."

Pushing his palms against the soft floor, Raven, in slow motion, raised himself to his feet and gathered his daggers.

However, his body swayed back and forth, as if he were drunk, threatening to fall and collapse at any moment.

Shifting his gaze to my figure, Raven pointed at me and muttered.

"One more...I’m almost there. I-i’m not out of the circle yet."

Sighing, I shook my head.

I didn’t even have to move to win; the faintest breeze would knock him unconscious.

Walking forward, I placed my hand on Raven’s shoulder, holding him in place, and said.

"Looks like you got what you wanted."

His gift was clearly speed-related, and for assassins and dagger-users, speed was the important stat, besides stealth.

He would become enlightened in a matter of days.

With his passion, dedication, and skill, he would definitely become a force to be reckoned with.

However, I wonder why someone like him wasn’t mentioned in the book.

He definitely seemed like a main character in terms of his attitude and personality.

Ignoring my words, Raven continued incoherently muttering.

"One more, just one. Come on, don’t be sc-"

Flicking the top of his head, I watched as he toppled over like a Jenga tower, collapsing on my body.

"Let’s go, dog."

Unable to walk on his own, Raven leaned on my body as I led him out of the training hall.

As the door swung open and the fresh, cold air rushed against my face, cooling me down, a sudden voice echoed from below me.

"What happened to your face?"

My face was no longer sticky as the blood had dried and partially combined with the sand-like substance on the ground, making my cheek colored a mix of crimson-red and tan-brown.