Bastard, My Turn

Sean was thrown into a predicament by this bizarre enemy unlike anything he had ever seen.

He stared incredulously at the large, pitch-black Sean across from him. It can imitate my spells—that's still within the bounds of what I can accept. But why does the spell it casts on itself affect me instead?

The tremendous shock he had not anticipated left Sean's mind blank for a moment. A bead of sweat slid down his forehead.

"Hiss..." He tore open his shirt and looked at his chest, but there were no whip marks.

However, Sean was certain that he had just been struck by a Scourging Charm—and an enhanced one at that...

"Dave, is there anything unusual with my spell?" He endured the discomfort and swiftly sent the thought to Dave.

Dave immediately replied, "No... It hit a spot a little above my left side. It hurt a bit, about the same as during our previous experiments—Boss, your brainwaves suddenly fluctuated violently just now. Did something happen?"

"The enemy can imitate every spell I cast, as well as the target of those spells, and its versions are even stronger—but when you blocked my Scourging Charm for me just now, the Scourging Charm it cast on itself was borne by me..." Sean said gravely.

As things stood, the enemy before him was almost impossible to deal with...

But that made no sense at all!

Sean was no longer the ignorant novice wizard he had once been. He had now caught a glimpse of one corner of that magnificent hall of magic.

The magic power, magic, spells, and everything else in this world all belonged to the Mystery Side. Put simply, spells existed for miracles to happen, and those miracles were highly dependent on one's mind—otherwise, so many spells would not require the