The Transmigrated Novelist

'Swoooshhh…, swooossshhhh..., krrrrttttt…, krrrrtttt…'

Roy used all his strength to actually throw the knives, including even a few low rank magic spells that would affect their speed directly or indirectly.

Like reducing the air resistance through wind, or using fire magic to boost the propelling strength behind it, and earth magic to increase the knives weight and the gravity force acting upon them.

Still, even then the two knives were unable to hit their target, or at least that was how it looked on first sight, as the moment one looked carefully they would be able to discover traces of blood on the knives.

While it hadn't caused high damage or injury, Roy's attack had actually made contact with the target. It was something almost unbelievable.

One of the infamous assassins that had assassinated many fighters and experts stronger than himself without being touched the hem of his clothes, had been actually harmed by a young brat.

No matter how one looked at that, it was a powerful slap to the face of the assassin, who was even more angered after seeing the extent of Roy's strength.

He had no idea how this hypersensitive brat had actually acted so fast and had actually harmed him, but the truth was that his strength was pathetic.

Even after all the magical boosting he did to the knives, their speed and strength was still pathetic in the eyes of a high Rank 5 Shadow Mage fighter.

That made the assassin even angrier and enraged at the poor act he had just put up with, otherwise he would have long killed everyone in there, and completed his job.

With those thoughts in his mind he decided to stop hiding and make an appearance, as he started an evil and malicious loud laugh while screaming,

"Hahahahahah~! Little rat, I thought that you would be troublesome to deal with, but it turns out that you are just a bluffing little rat!

I will surely enjoy torturing you slowly and showing you just how angry you made me be!"

During his time inside the Death Forest living with the forest barbarians, Roy had actually developed some nerves of true steel even in face of death and danger.

But at that moment, he felt like he was being over pressed, and overpowered, the enemy was beyond his abilities and capabilities, but yet he had no intention of standing down.

Even though there was a fully black clothed guy in front of him, Roy couldn't help but feel like that wasn't the real assassin.

There was certainly image of the guy, but blood and essence was missing. No matter how great this assassin was at hiding it should be impossible for him to hide even his blood and essence.

With those thoughts in his mind Roy treated the figure in front of him as a disturbing illusion and increased his awareness of the surroundings.

Even though nobody could see the reaction of the assassin that was hidden behind his black-clothed covered face, the truth was that he was startled by Roy's actions.

Just how hypersensitive could this brat be, in order to immediately understand his first move so easily? This was even one of his signature skills, using shadows to attract attention as he killed the guy from behind.

Yet Roy had seen through it in just one look, which made him an extremely terrible enemy of the future if he wasn't able to kill him here and now.

Once that thought crept on his head, he immediately made the decision to take care of Roy as quickly as possible, so he didn't hold back anymore.

In no time his illusory figure in front of Roy suddenly started to distort and change as it transformed into countless shadowy knives and swords raining towards Roy.

Roy's first instinct was that since the figure was illusory then so were these knives and swords raining towards him, but he was able to think like that only for a moment.

'Clangggg…, clanggg…, clangggg…'

The next moment he had to take out a large amount of swords and shields from his space ring, and use them to create a giant shield in order to protect himself.

The sounds of metal clashing resounded through the hole area as Roy was unable to understand how magic power element turned into matteria.

It should have been impossible and yet it was right in front of his eyes, one wrong step and he would have to suffer the consequences head on.

As if that wasn't enough the dastard in front of him seemed to be quite the malicious and intelligent scum, as he separated a part of the attack towards Alma beside him.

Until that moment Alma had been trying to recover her strength and magic power. Since not much time had passed it was clear that it was impossible for her to have made a full recovery.

But she had recuperated well enough to take care of herself and her defenses, as she quickly erected an ice shield to protect herself, and even take some slight pressure off Roy's shoulders.

That helped Roy take a breather and actually start attacking from afar, because the moment he entered into close combat he was finished.

Still, he was more than able to attack from afar, throwing knives enforced by magic, even though their use and damage was pathetic at best.

It looked like the fight was getting to a tie, even though Roy and Alma weren't winning they didn't seem to be loosing either.

But if that was the true strength of a Rank 5 Master then what was the point of people doing whatever they could to reach that rank?

Even though the assassin had decided to kill Roy as soon as possible in order to save himself from death and headaches in the future, he still couldn't give up on his usual style of playing with his target first.

Right now he was trying to give Roy hope in being able to survive, and when Roy had complete confidence on his escape he would crush all his hopes, and life.

To him, Alma was just an extra, a bonus kill that paid well. That he had all intention to kill anyway. To think that Roy was weaker than he initially thought.

Not only wasn't he trying to use all the weak spots he intentionally created while fighting, but he didn't even seem to be trying to devise a strategy to fight back or escape.

Could it be that he had overestimated the kid?

On the other hand, Roy and Alma seemed to be in full coordination with each other, but their hands seemed full just with defending.

Every once in a while Roy would throw two or three knives in attack, but that was the most he would reach.

Most of his knives missed their target and even those that hit would only cause a scratch at best. Making their efforts seem totally useless.

Yet no matter how useless their efforts seemed none of the duo seemed to have any intention of stopping with what they were doing.

The surprising fact about all this was that the one who seemed to be suffering the most due to these useless efforts and their results was the assassin and not the duo performing them.

The poor assassin wasn't getting the wanted kick and pleasure as usual, as these two guys seemed to be plain and boring.

Thinking like that, he guessed that it would be for best to kill them quickly and get over with this, and then go luck for some fun on the red district.

With that decision made the number of distorted figures, and shadow weapons in the area increased exponentially all of a sudden and so did the pressure on Roy and Alma.

It was like two soldiers fighting against 10 other, and then suddenly reinforcements arrive, but not for the group of two but for the group of 10. It was a no brainer that it was game over.

'Boooommmmmmm…, clanggg…, clanggg…, clanggg…'

There were loud sounds of explosion and metals clashing but there was no moan or scream of pain, meaning that Roy and Alma were still safe and sound.

This surprised even the assassin as he had expected them to be crushed just like two bugs, but apparently he had been mistaken, or could it be that they were crushed so fast that they hadn't been able to scream in pain?

This was getting just even more boring than it already was, as the assassin had lost all interest in the two people he killed.

Thinking like that he lazily started to search around for their dead bodies, or at least whatever was left of them anyway.

Just as he arrived in front of the spot where the duo had stood before he got serious, and spread his sense area.

The moment he did that though, he suddenly felt a change under him, as a sudden explosion of smoke blocked his sight and paralyzed his senses for a short moment.

Right after it was an explosion of magic power that spread from that location, pulling all the knives Roy had thrown until that moment towards that point.

It felt like some sort of practical formation that Roy had created during the fight. Like this even if this guy was many times stronger than himself, at least one of Roy's knives would surely land.

Even the assassin himself had to accept that Roy was a true fox, and that he had fallen prey of a trap. Normally it was him trapping the others, so he had never thought that one dag he would be trapped too.

"Hahahahahahah~! This is fun!"