This Is Destiny

Invincible Passive System

Host: Wei Yi
Passive Abilities: Void Stomach, Lava Body, Evil Equilibrium
Health: 17
Magic Power: 28
Mental Power: 19
Magic Resistance: 0%
Armor: 1

Staring at his own status panel, Ul's face was full of conflict.

Ever since arriving in this world!

Ul had never experienced such rapid, effortless growth in strength.

Just one light step.

And his Magic Power shot up by a full seven points.

This was practically forcing Ul to court death!

Conflict!

Hesitation!

Dilemma!

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Ul's features twisted into a pained knot.

Because for him, this was truly a difficult choice. At this moment, it was as if two little figures—one white, one black—were buzzing and arguing right by his ears······

The white figure: "You can't stay. If you stay, you'll probably die."

The black figure: "Don't listen to his grandstanding. Maybe if you get lucky this time, you'll hit the jackpot."

The white figure: "You're talking nonsense. Don't you know your own luck by now?"

The black figure: "I······"

After a fierce debate, the white figure finally triumphed over the black figure, and with one hammer blow, smashed the black figure dead.

Ul snapped awake!

That's right!

He couldn't stay.

He absolutely couldn't have this kind of death-seeking mindset.

Even if ten more identical enemies fell from the sky right now, Ul would never stay here to court death today······

Clutching this firm resolve, Ul walked step by step toward the mouth of the alley······

But just as Ul stepped out of the alley.

Suddenly!

Bang.

A figure dropped abruptly from above his head.

A familiar wail rang out!

Ul was silent for a second.

Then······

Forward!

Lift foot!

Squelch!

Instantly, another surge of Magic Power flooded into his body.

The growth in strength involuntarily brought a hint of pleasure to Ul's face. At the same time, the death-seeking urge he had just suppressed began to stir restlessly again!

"No, I have to leave here as fast as possible."

Struggling to suppress the impulse inside him, Ul made a quick decision.

This kind of power growth was even more addictive than drugs. If he stayed here any longer, Ul really doubted whether he could still hold on to the decision he had made at the start.

With his mind made up, Ul's pace quickened even more.

But······

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

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Just as Ul took his first step, before his foot even touched the ground—

Suddenly!

A series of screams rang out from above his head. Then, Ul saw a swarm of black figures raining down like dumplings—members of the "Devil's Fang" in all shapes and sizes—crashing one after another at his feet.

Ul: "·······"

"It seems this is my fate. Since I can't avoid it, I might as well enjoy it!" Ul gazed at the flock of "lambs" before him, tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky, and his eyes suddenly turned resigned.

And the moment Ul made this decision in his heart, the little white figure circling above his head was instantly crushed by a large stone falling from the sky. On that stone were engraved two gleaming golden characters.

—True Fragrance!

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Spending a little time, Ul finished off each of the fallen people one by one.

Soon!

The Magic Power inside him surged dramatically, several times greater than when he had first arrived.

This sudden surge of power even gave Ul the impulse to join the battle right now.

But he knew very well—this was just an illusion.

Even if Ul's Magic Power had multiplied several times, or even dozens of times, recklessly jumping into a war between two top-tier guilds would still carry a high chance of death······

In a large-scale guild war like this, one needed at least the strength of a veteran A-rank Mage to ensure personal safety to some degree. To turn the tide of battle, one would need at least the strength of an S-rank Mage—and not someone who had just barely stepped into that level.

Ul's current strength was roughly at the peak of C-rank Mage, perhaps just crossing the threshold into B-rank Mage.

With his current power, in this war, he was essentially cannon fodder.

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"Why do these wounds feel kind of familiar?"

After Ul delivered the final blow, he found himself drawn to the injuries on these people.

Almost all of them had been taken down with a single sword strike, instantly losing combat capability without dying—a textbook "spare a life" swordsmanship!

Just as Ul was pondering, a heavy footstep slowly sounded behind him.

Ul tensed up!

He quickly turned around.

And when he saw the face of the newcomer, his tense body instantly relaxed, and a hint of realization flickered in his eyes.

"Ul, what are you doing here?" A puzzled voice asked.

Ul looked at the girl before him, pointed slightly at Jeris on his shoulder, and spoke with some helplessness: "I was chasing this guy for a mission, and somehow ended up chasing him all the way here!"

The girl who had suddenly appeared was none other than Erza!

The moment he saw Erza, all the confusion in Ul's mind instantly cleared up.

He had been wondering why so many enemies had suddenly appeared before him, and why every single one was barely clinging to life.

So that was it—these guys had run into Erza!

And that made sense!

After all, this kind of classic "spare a life" swordsmanship was probably something only Erza could pull off. This girl really did have a bit of The Knight in her······

"Hey, hey, hey······ Erza, what are you doing?"

Seeing Erza suddenly start rummaging through the bodies, Ul called out.

Erza looked back at Ul with a strange expression and said.

"What else? Cleaning up the battlefield, of course!"

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