Reincarnated as a World

Ch.237 I CURSE YOU!

The Grey Lord narrowly dodged a ball of fire by spinning to the left, it was so close that he could feel the overwhelming heat travel by him and it caused him discomfort even without it touching him, but at this point he was used to it.

He flapped both wings to gain height and then flapped his wings again - this time one by one - to shoot out sharp blades of wind at both of his foes. Unfortunately, not only were they fully capable of dodging attacks as well, but even on the occasions where his attacks had landed thanks to its speed, the damage wasn’t enough to cause immediate effects.

In order to hit and not be hit, he had been forced to sacrifice power for greater speed. It allowed him to preserve his life against the destructive might of his legendary adversaries but it didn’t allow him to help out his people, and he was furious.

“Wh-” He began, but then noticed a sneaky fireball that forced him to quickly dodge. He couldn’t tank even a single one of these attacks or it would be over for him. Purgatory flames were no joke.

After righting himself again, he shouted out once more. “WHY MUST YOU PERSIST WITH THIS?!” He dodged another fireball and shot back with his own wind blades. “MY SCAVENGE OWL RACE HAS NEVER POSSESSED THE MIGHT TO COMPETE WITH ANY OF THE LEGENDARY RACES, WE DON’T EVE-”

He dodged another fireball, and then dodged once more. They had been trying to predict where he would dodge recently and it hadn’t worked, but things were becoming more dangerous.

“WE DON’T EVEN HAVE AN AFFINITY WITH AN ELEMENT, THE POWER OF MY WIND IS SOMETHING I OBTAINED FROM A CHANCE OPPORTUNITY! YOU ALL KNOW THIS! SO WHY-”

He was forced to dodge another attack, but his climbing rage had made him sluggish and the fireball managed to scrape his right wing, singing it immediately and causing frightful damage. Not frightful because it opened up his flesh or anything, but frightful because that would definitely affect his flight.

He wasn’t dumb and always knew that that was a possibility, but his rage had temporarily occupied all of his thoughts. He had blundered big time! But it wasn’t over yet! The might of 3rd Realmers, even multiple at the peak, wasn’t enough to defeat him whether he had protected himself or not, he just need to-

BOOOOOM!

Something hot slammed into him with the impact of a tree and rendered him temporarily unconscious. His body caught on fire, fire that was multiple times hotter than the last, and he immediately began to plummet as his body lost all strength.

He woke up shortly later with a minute gasp, but feeling the state of his body, he couldn’t muster the will to save himself, talk less of the energy. He couldn’t even feel his wings. His mind was foggy so he couldn’t decipher whether he still even had them or not, but he knew with certainty that he was done for. It was over.

His blurry sight caught the devastating scene of his dying brethren below, and the multiple balls of fire above that intended to sentence him to death before the ground could do it, and tears began to seep out of his eyes.

What did he ever do to deserve this? Was it wrong to seek strength like everyone else? Is it only the legendary races that are allowed to keep climbing? Was everyone else supposed to be slaves forever?

Why?!

‘I wish you unwell, Purgatories! I wish your flames to go cold and your race to go extinct! I wish you to never have peace! I CURSE You! I CURSE YOU ALL-’

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAM!