Completely Dumbfounded

Flames roared.

Gales howled.

A massive fist made entirely of pure fire came crashing down from above. Tonatiuh gritted his teeth and dodged to the side.

Boom!

The fist missed.

But it smashed a charred crater into the spot where Tonatiuh had just been standing. These enormous creatures were not merely imposing in appearance. Aside from the flames burning across their bodies, their strength was truly terrifying.

At the same time.

The other Living Flame charged forward with equally overwhelming momentum, leaving Tonatiuh no choice but to dodge again.

Boom!

Another charred crater.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two gigantic Living Flames attacked Tonatiuh relentlessly, forcing him onto the defensive. He could only keep dodging.

The tremendous sounds of battle here.

Finally drew the attention of the other trolls. Dezla, who had just finished setting up camp and was preparing to head out on patrol, pounced over at once.

Seeing her brother standing there stupidly while the revered king was fighting, she was immediately alarmed. "Kezra! What did you do? Why aren't you protecting His Majesty?!"

"N-No... His Majesty told me not to interfere," Kezra said innocently.

"You idiot!"

Dezla cursed her brother.

She was just about to step in and help.

When the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

After repeatedly dodging, Tonatiuh realized that if he kept avoiding their attacks, he would only be passively beaten down. The other trolls had arrived as well. He could not exactly call on them for help. The prideful chieftain gritted his teeth as an enormous flaming fist came smashing down. He prepared to take the blow head-on, then strike the Living Flame back hard.

The sight made the surrounding trolls who had arrived shudder inwardly. A punch like that would not be fatal to a troll, but it certainly would not feel good. Even a chieftain with a stronger physique would be no exception.

Tonatiuh himself prepared for the pain as he swung the refined steel greatsword in his hand, slashing fiercely at the core in the Living Flame's chest.

However...

To Tonatiuh's surprise, the pain he had expected never came. To the surrounding trolls' surprise, the Living Flame's terrifying fiery attack never reached His Majesty. And to the Living Flame's surprise, the attack it had imagined would make these tiny creatures scream in agony—missed.

No.

More precisely, its attack had not missed. Rather, just as the flames were about to strike Tonatiuh, fire hot enough to melt metal vanished as though it had never existed.

The Living Flame's fist disappeared into thin air before it could even touch Tonatiuh.

The outcome was beyond everyone's expectations. Taking advantage of the Living Flame's stunned pause, Tonatiuh viciously drove his greatsword into the elemental's core.

Clang!

Metal rang against metal.

The sword transmitted the sensation of piercing through stone. Then the Living Flame froze. The next instant, the flames all over its body began to disperse. It let out a terrifying roar of anguish before vanishing into the air.

Clatter!

A shattered, charred Living Flame core.

Fell to the ground.

All the trolls present were stunned.

Even Tonatiuh himself was stunned.

He had never imagined that an elemental with a class level close to his own would be instantly killed by him so easily.

From the trolls' earlier battles, he knew that the cores in the hearts of these free elementals were their weak points. As long as that thing could be destroyed, the elementals would disperse from the material world—more or less meaning they had been eliminated.

Kezra had said that elemental cores were extremely durable. Even if an attack struck one, without enough damage, it would be impossible to harm the core, let alone kill the elemental.

Tonatiuh had targeted their cores from the start because of Kezra's combat experience, but he had not expected it to be so easy.

According to Kezra, they usually had to hack at such cores dozens of times before damaging them.

Yet when Tonatiuh did it himself.

Just one swing of his sword had destroyed this elemental's core, erasing it from the material plane.

That made no sense.

Tonatiuh knew his sword was no peerless treasure. It was simply a refined steel greatsword he had bought from goblins, supposedly forged by a blacksmith from the Stormwind Kingdom across the sea.

There was not even a trace of magical power on it.

As he stood there in a daze.

"Your Majesty! Watch out!"

Dezla, the voodoo archer, suddenly cried out from afar. At the same time, the other Living Flame beside him launched an attack filled with boundless fury.

Boom!

Its flaming fist was already descending.

It was too close.

Tonatiuh did not even have time to use the power of faith to protect himself. He could only raise his left fist to meet the blow while holding his sword in his right hand, ready to strike at its core.

In that flash of lightning.

The bizarre scene occurred again.

The Living Flame's terrifying fiery fist slammed toward Tonatiuh's left hand. Yet just like the previous Living Flame, when the fist was only a few centimeters away from his hand, it suddenly vanished. Tonatiuh's block stopped nothing but air.

Whoosh!

Tonatiuh's sword strike also missed the Living Flame's core. But wherever the ordinary refined steel greatsword passed, the flames there went out. A large section around the elemental's heart was left empty, exposing its pitch-black, glinting core with absolute clarity.

Tonatiuh leaped away from the Living Flame's attack range. The elemental creature, panicked by the abnormality in its chest, did not take the chance to pursue him.

Only after Tonatiuh landed and steadied himself not far away.

Did flames begin burning from the abnormal wound in the elemental's chest once again, while its vanished flaming fist also reappeared.

"Your Majesty!"

At that moment.

Dezla and several elite trolls had already run to Tonatiuh's side. The young troll ranger general said anxiously:

"How could you take such a risk? Lord Zangar ordered me to protect you even at the cost of my life. Please allow us to fight!"

The other trolls voiced their agreement.

Even Kezra, who had blindly obeyed before, declared after being scolded by his sister that he wanted to replace Tonatiuh and teach this surviving elemental creature a lesson.

Tonatiuh refused.

"No..."

"I order all of you to stand down!"

As he spoke, he tossed his greatsword to Kezra. "They can't hurt me!"

The abnormalities that had occurred when the two elemental creatures should clearly have struck his body gave Tonatiuh a sudden realization.

After arriving in this world.

Tonatiuh had initially wanted most to become a mage. He had played a mage in games, and when he used to read webnovels, he had also liked stories where the protagonist was a mage.

But ideals were beautiful, while reality was harsh. After transmigrating, he had always been deeply curious about magic. He wanted to learn this fascinating thing and understand this captivating knowledge.

But the reality was that he was practically insulated from magic. Not only could he not learn magic, he could not learn voodoo spells either—and neither could harm him.

He could not use magical power.

Magic could not hurt him.

Even the attacks of these terrifying elementals seemed to have no effect on him.

Could it be that, because his soul came from the Third Planet that had created the world of Azeroth, his greatest cheat was not actually the system, but—immunity to all spells?

Tonatiuh had the reluctant Dezla and the other loyal troll subordinates withdraw. He even abandoned his weapon, walking toward the continuously roaring Living Flame with bare hands.

He wanted to test it.

To see whether it really was as he thought.

Roar!

The Living Flame let out a roar.

It possessed only low-level intelligence. It was suspicious of the anomaly this flesh-and-blood creature had displayed earlier, but it could not reason anything out.

Now, seeing Tonatiuh abandon even his weapon and approach it, the massive creature over five meters tall did not hesitate. Driven by instinct, it roared and charged forward to attack.

Amid the howling flames.

A flaming fist capable of smashing a crater into solid ground was caught by a flesh-and-blood palm several sizes smaller than its own—no, it would be more accurate to say that the Living Flame's fire vanished the instant it touched Tonatiuh's hand, like darkness meeting sunlight.

Roar!

The elemental creature did not understand what this meant. It felt its right arm disappear, which only made it more enraged. Its left arm formed into a fist and smashed down again.

Before the dumbfounded eyes of the many trolls, Tonatiuh raised his hand once more. The flames touched his hand, and the same scene replayed itself.

Roar!

The Living Flame's limited intelligence could not understand what had happened. Why was this tiny flesh-and-blood creature unafraid of its flames? Why had both of its arms vanished?

And this flesh-and-blood creature actually dared to keep coming closer.

Boom!

Furious and frantic, it unleashed all the flames in its body at once, surrounding Tonatiuh and wrapping him head to toe in blazing fire.

Yet this terrifying eruption lasted less than a second before it began vanishing at high speed, disappearing several times faster than it had erupted.

In the blink of an eye.

Before the five- or six-meter-tall Living Flame could react, it felt its core being touched by the flesh-and-blood creature, then gripped in his hand. All the power in its body vanished in an instant, retreating entirely into the pitch-black elemental core.

The Living Flame had no face and no expression. If it did, it would definitely look completely dumbfounded right now.

Just like Dezla and the trolls, who had been worried moments ago.

Completely dumbfounded.

All right, the real cheat that has been foreshadowed for over a dozen chapters has finally appeared: magic immunity. That's right, the protagonist is a warrior who develops purely through his body, but he is immune to magic... My setting is that he is immune not only to magic, but also to Holy Light, fel energy, nature, elements, death, plagues—everything... The protagonist also will not have any famous weapons, because even artifacts would be useless in his hands and would lose their special effects outright. For example, if Ashbringer were in the protagonist's hands, it would just be a weapon of relatively good quality. Using it to cut undead would be no different from using an ordinary weapon...