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[Location: Michael’s Castle!]

Fate is indeed cruel.

Sitting at the edge of his time, Michael knew that everything that he had ever done in his life was about to turn meaningless.

But even then, he wanted to find meaning in this long yet short life of his.

"I have seen countless wars," he spoke as he recalled all his past experiences at once. From the very moment his existence fragmented into reality, Michael knew he was strong.

Even among the people who had been here since the beginning of the planet, there were far and few who matched his presence. Neither the dragons nor the demons were capable of standing against him.

Such was the existence known as Michael. The Archangel of Light, the guy known as the hope of all beings.

And yet, when Micheal faced this ’player’ in front of him, he knew that his end had come. Something that would be impossible to think of, for any of the beings that are present on this planet.

"But truly. To think someone like you exists, it seems we had been living under a rock for all our lives," Michale praised the player in front of him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this over with. This game is getting too boring. Man, I just want to get to the last boss already," the player spoke, half-bored half-annoyed. For him, this whole thing is no more than a game that he just wants to get over with.

Michael could see that this ’player’ in front of him, thought of him as nothing more than just a checkpoint to be cleared. Michael was pretty sure that in the players eyes, he wasn’t even a living being like him.

This thought fascinated him a bit.

’Is my end written in such a lowly way that I won’t even be recognized by the one who will kill me?’ Michael felt absurd at that notion. It was a laughable thought. But it was dreadful nonetheless.

But still…

At the very least.

Michael will still go down, only after showing all his power. At the very least, in his next life, he would be able to look himself in the eye and be a bit more proud.

"Very well," at the very least people won’t remember him as a coward. At least his death would be more meaningful than his life.

-Whoosh!

The fight started without any sort of big explosions of any form. There weren’t any meaningful conversations or anything impactful.

It just started with Micheal disappearing from his throne and then appearing in front of the player as he moved in for a punch.

Though it looked ordinary, the punch contained the essence of Michael himself. A part, or a power, that Michael was ready to sacrifice from the get go. Hence, even though it looked rather simple, under different sets of conditions, it was strong enough to break mountains and a dozen more.

-Bam!

The punch reached the player, hitting him on his cheeks. But the feeling was different. It felt rather… weak.

"Is that all?" The player spoke with a smirk on his face. While Michael’s eyes widened before he created distance between them again.

There is no doubt that Michael has lost a bit of his life essence. And obviously he poured it all into this punch that he landed before.

Yet, this heavenly punch that could shatter mountains, felt as if a baby punching a concrete wall.

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Michael’s gut screamed but he couldn’t pinpoint it. Above everything that he predicted, he didn’t think that it would be this one sided.

At the very least, he wanted to make this guy struggle. Or at least make him serious in this fight.

"You think too much," the player spoke, as he walked one step closer to Michael. His eyes looked like a predator moving towards a weak prey.

Michael decided to take a step back before readying himself for another attack. Even though he still does not understand what kind of trick the enemy in front of him was playing, he believed that a few more exchanges should make it clear.

-Whoosh!

-Slash!

A sword made of light. It was a gift from the God that the Archangels vowed to follow to the end of their lives. Something that made all the other Archangels envy Michael.

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When Michael first received it, he was enthralled. He felt as if the purpose of his life was finished, and there was nothing more he could ever ask for.

To bestow a Gift, from a being that ruled over all the heavens, it’s something that the entire world desired. But Michael was the one who received it.

The sword was said to be powerful enough to shatter the heavens, slash the ocean apart, and shake the entire world if one wishes to. Its single swing could split open the sky or slice the ocean in two.

And thus, Michael kept it sealed, never using it for eternity. For it was a weapon that would do more harm than good. And no point was in winning a fight, that leaves more destruction in its wake than what the fighter was fighting to protect.

"Wow! Nice sword!" The player spoke, easily dodging Micheal’s attack.

A gleam of hope entered Micheal’s eyes as he saw the player dodging the sword. He saw a chance to defeat this unbeatable foe in front of him. But one thing that Michael failed to notice was the greed in that player’s eyes.

The concept of players is honestly questionable. The players did have morales but they vanished in thin air as soon as the word ’consequences’ was removed from their doings.

Were players good? Were they bad? Even they themselves didn’t know. I guess, it depends upon the quests? If the rewards are satisfactory, the players would do anything they could possibly do.

And in a ’game’ like this one, where you can hoard anything you can see and touch, the scope of rewards increases more than just what the quest gives you.

"I am going to take it," the player smiled as he avoided a couple more slashes. The player didn’t exactly ’dodged’ the attacks but instead he converted them to something else.

The first slash that reached his body was miraculously transferred to the pillar a few meters away from him. And the next one was targeted at the castle walls.

"Is your power ’transference’? Allowing you to transfer all attacks to something else? No wonder," Michael smiled as he somewhat understood the concept of the enemy’s power.

And with the smile deepening on his face he mumbled,"it’s tricky but not impossible."

-Whoosh!

-Whoosh!

-Whoosh!

Michael was the Angel of Light. A being so strong that his existence was often compared to the purity of light itself. And even though, in reality, it wasn’t even close to that, he was still fast.

Vanishing from one point to another, as he tried to create a blind spot to attack the player, his smile widened at the number of openings that the player had.

But.

Before he could even attack.

"Why don’t you stop now?" The player spoke.

And then, Michael stopped in his tracks, unable to take a single step. His eyes froze as he found his legs not responding to him anymore.

His eyes sank as he looked at that player with horror. The power of transference was already overpowered but what was this? Mind control? Or was it something more nefarious?

"Man. All you powerful guys with all this shit and shat powers," the player then began moving towards Michael one step at a time, his smile widening as he looked at Michael. Or to be precise, the sword that he was carrying with him.

"You guys are always full of yourself. I mean, I get you are some sort of king and shit, but you should know when to give up and run away don’t you? Well at least YOU are better than those loud mouths telling me how I dare enter this palace of heavens. Haha. Laughable," the player spoke.

It sounded pretty stupid to Michael. For him, who was respectful to the player from the very beginning, he didn’t understand why the player was speaking these words.

Was the player angry because the guards were doing their jobs? Was there anything wrong with it?

’Lack of morals?’ Michael questioned. It seemed accurate to him.

The being in front of him felt no more than a teenager who suddenly got himself a strong power. From the looks of it, it seemed pretty on spot.

’Is this the kind of guy who I am going to die against?’ Michael felt miserable. Not at the death that was coming to him, but the guy who was going to deliver it.

"I WOULD NEVE-"

"Oh shut up," the player spoke annoyed, stealing Michael’s ability to speak from him. While Michael stood there, unable to move, unable to utter a single word.

All he could do was watch how the player walked closer to him, one step at a time, talking nonsense about how the world should function according to him.

And as he reached about a few meters away from Michael.

"Why does it have to be a kid with an eighth grade syndrome?" An exhausted voice came from the entrance of the hall the duo were in.

And there stood a guy wearing a black blindfold and a black wooden staff in his hand. His expression was rather tired, as if he had seen the cringiest thing of his life.

"Well. Whatever," he spoke as he moved closer to the duo.