Digitize: Rebirth of the Silver Death God

Unlike everyone else, Nero was enjoying himself on his training expedition. Time flowed onwards and he had already been in the Crimson Blade Mantis Zone for most of the day, the sky was growing warmer as the morning had already transitioned into the hours of the afternoon.

At this moment, he had already arrived at the depths of this land. His training left behind a group of mangled corpses in his wake as if he were a hungry devil on the hunt for lost souls.

Within a broad field surrounded by towering trees and rocks, a battle took place against four peculiar-looking Crimson Blade Mantises, each of which was no less than four meters large, with giant crimson blades attached to their palms and even darker shell-like skin.

These creatures were none other than the Elite Crimson Blade Mantises, each being a High-Class monster of their right with power that vastly exceeded the others of their kind.

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[Elite Crimson Blade Mantis]

[Level: 6]

[Grade: Common (High Class)]

[Health: 700/700]

[Magic Power 250/250]

[Combat Force: 200 stones]

[Body Tenacity: 75]

[Spiritual Awareness: 60]

[Speed 99 km/h]:

[Skill: Mantis Chop, Mantis Blade Ray]

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These four creatures had a mean light in their eyes as they moved as rapid as the wind, each of their steps seeming no different from the lightness of a feather as they swooshed about at incredible speeds.

They would each attack in synchrony as they chop down and across with their massive blade-like palms that left whooshing noises as they cut through the wind towards a blurry silver-haired youth.

Nero didn't seem to mind their attacks as his body easily dodged to the side, choosing only to avoid at a hair lengths distance. He seemed as if he was dancing, flexibly twisting his body to avoid each attack with each of his steps.

As Nero watched the blade-like palms of the mantises pass his body in slow motion, the scythe positioned at his side would also dance with his movements, leaving arcs of silvery lights as it clashed against the palms sending sparks across the area.

Following this, the eyes of the Elite Crimson Blade Mantises flickered in red lights as their crimson blades glowed in a sinister ray. They each waved their hands at double the speeds as a series of baleful red arcs flew out towards Nero from all sides with a grunt.

"Oh, so that's there Mantis Blade Ray technique, It's strong but not good enough..." Nero muttered as his eyes showed a sharp look, he twirled his scythe around his body that glowed with his dazzling silver Magic Power as it blocked each of the energy attacks.

It took only a few moments for a look of exhaustion to appear of the Elite Crimson Blade Mantises' faces. Still, as if Nero noticed this, he quickly lowered his posture and stretched out the scythe behind him before making a circular swing.

The Elite Crimson Blade Mantises sensed the danger, as such, they rapidly crossed their massive blade-like palms before them to parry his fast attack.

Ting! A loud metallic collision sound resounded as Nero had used one circular spinning motion to parry each of the Crimson Blade Mantises attacks simultaneously. The force behind his body knocked back each of the mantises, forcing them to step back as they lifted their arms above their heads.

As if this was what he was waiting on, Nero's eyes flashed in a bright ray as he took a step forward and spit into four ghostly bodies that had adopted his Mowing Twist stance once again.

In a single motion, these bodies blurred due to the rapid turn as he swung his scythe that left a flashed of circular silver light in an instant before returning to normal.

Following the previous scene, Nero's four ghostly bodies had appeared behind each of the Crimson Blade Mantises. A few seconds later, the bodies of the four mantises began to slide apart as they were now chopped into two halves.

As if he had accomplished enough, the ghostly bodies started to fade, leaving only Nero's main body in the field who stood upright with his scythe held at an angle as he stared at the corpses behind him.

'Hmm, I've finally ranked up my Myriad Spector Cut; I don't know why, but it's difficult to learn compared to the other skills...' Nero thought while coldly gazing at the corpses.

As if Adult Nero heard those words, he replied, "Of course, even if it may seem to be a High-Grade Combat Technique, its applications are far beyond most, not all High-Grade Combat Skills are of the same league."

When Nero heard this, he nodded his head as he uttered, "I figured as much..."

Adult Nero paid his utterances no mind; he once more spoke again, "At this point, your base stats have achieved the peak of a Middle-Class monster, and with the aid of your equipment, your strength has already surpassed many High-Class monsters. At your current rate, you're only a little way off from achieving Stage 7 in your core techniques, and only a bit distant from Level 7. By that time, you should be able to return to the village and do your final villagers' quest, which is, of course, a Dungeon Quest. However, these dungeons aren't just set in a particular location..."

Nero felt confident that he could achieve Level 7 before the evening ends, but he was also curious about the dungeons, and what his older self-mentioned, he asked, "They aren't set in a location? If that's the case, then how do you even find them?"

Adult Nero shook his head and replied, "Let's talk about it after we've finished with the days training..."

Nero nodded as he hurried to loot the corpses, taking up a few copper pieces with an annoyed expression on his face.

Adult Nero resisted the urge to chuckle, but as if he sensed something, his eyes turned towards the side as a blood-red hue had appeared over the distance.

"A Greater... no, Quasi-Greater aura...." Adult Nero muttered as he could clearly feel the strength behind the approaching threat, he didn't warn Nero as by now, Nero could already sense the danger.

"This... such power! What the hell is coming this way?" Nero said in alarm, as he had never fight such power from any creature in these lands, he was a bit worried and cautious, but other than those feelings, he was also feeling a tinge of excitement.

With his scythe in hand, Nero retreated by enough distance to allow himself to escape or act if necessary, fixing his eyes towards the direction of the rapidly approaching blood-red hue. Yet, as Nero did this, a few footsteps were already heard from that direction of two individuals running from something.

Soon, Nero's eyes made a strange look as he only now recalled that another group had followed him. He prepared to make a quick attack, but as he saw the two familiar young girls that ran out of the bushes with flustered looks, he couldn't help but shake his head while thinking, 'I really do hope they aren't going to get in my way...'

The scene here transitioning to one of a dark mood, as the conflict against the most powerful creature Nero had ever faced, was only moments from arriving.