I Die to Rise: Resurrection System-Chapter 50: Silver Tail Attack: White King Debut!

The explosion tore through the Raven’s Crow guild house, taking everyone by surprise as fire erupted from the entrance, unleashing a wave of heat and force that sent bodies flying.

The blast didn’t just destroy, it transformed the space into a fragmented battlefield. Support beams collapsed, forming jagged barriers, while thick smoke billowed, choking the air.

Amidst the chaos, the sharp sound of boots stepping on concrete echoed, and six figures emerged, stepping through the flames.

Kurt hit the ground hard, his ears ringing. He rolled to his feet, coughing violently, and immediately scanned his surroundings.

Nearby, Sam was struggling, scrambling backward on her hands, while Lizzie groaned as she pushed herself up from a pile of crates. The main hall had become a deadly killing floor.

"Sam!" Kurt shouted, grabbing her arm and yanking her behind an overturned table. "Stay down!"

Across the warehouse, Emma had been near the storage area when the blast hit. The shockwave threw her through a doorway, and Cassandra landed beside her a second later.

"You alright?" Cassandra asked with a calm voice despite the chaos.

"Peachy," Emma spat blood and wiped her mouth.

Through the smoke in their section, a small figure emerged. Mouse ears. Tail twitching. Riley’s eyes locked onto Cassandra with an expression that held both heartbreak and fury.

"Found you," Riley whispered and charged at Cassandra with a tackle that carried them through a collapsed section of wall into another part of the guild. But before Emma could intervene, Leon stepped in.

In the workshop, Rook had been elbow-deep in modifications to his gauntlets when the explosion rattled the walls.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," He grabbed his hammer and moved toward the door, but stopped when he felt it. The essence pressure was heavy, controlled, and radiating danger.

A figure stepped into the doorway, short silver hair catching the dim light. Joshua Freeman leaned against the frame, looking bored.

"You’re the leader, right?" Joshua said, pointing casually at Rook. "You see, I just followed the strongest essence signature and it led me here."

Rook’s grip tightened on his hammer as the sounds of battle echoed from the main hall. There was no time to help the others, not with this one blocking his path.

Through the smoke-filled main hall, two figures drifted like ghosts. Eli’s red hair was perfectly styled despite the explosion, his butler’s vest without a single wrinkle, and Zaza floated beside him, staring at nothing in particular.

"Do you remember why we’re here?" She asked absently.

"To kill them all," Eli said, smiling.

Zaza’s face went blank, her fingers fiddling with her necklace. "Oh. Right."

As Zaza drifted off, Eli’s eyes scanned the chaos, and then he saw her. A small girl with dark blue hair and a ribbon, stumbling through the smoke like a lost doll.

"Well, well," Eli murmured, and his smile widened. "What do we have here?"

***

Emma squared off against Leon in the storage area, her hand already reaching for her holster.

Leon stood twenty feet away, perfectly composed, his blonde hair somehow still flawless despite the destruction around them.

He held a small hand mirror, examining his reflection with a satisfied smile then turned to Emma for a moment. "You know," Leon said, tilting the mirror, "I really should thank you. This lighting isn’t half bad. There’s something about a burning building that really makes the skin pop."

Emma clicked her tongue and pulled out her handgun. She wasted no time on small talk with the obvious opposition and fired.

The bullet raced toward Leon’s head, but a mirror materialized in the air between them, and suddenly another Emma stood in front of the real one, identical down to the smoking barrel of her gun.

Both bullets collided mid-air and fell harmlessly to the ground, and Leon lowered his hand mirror, grinning. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

<Reflect>

"Everything you do, I can mirror. Every move, every attack. You’re fighting yourself, darling."

When he was done yapping, Emma holstered her gun. "That so?"

She dashed forward immediately her gun settled into its holster, closing the distance in a blink, and threw a roundhouse kick aimed at Leon’s ribs. But her own leg crashed into hers mid-swing as a reflection emerged from a nearby mirror, perfectly mimicking her movement.

The impact sent a violent shockwave rippling out, the wind generated from the collision somehow making Leon’s hair look better, and Emma stumbled back, gritting her teeth.

Above her, another mirror angled downward, catching light from a third mirror across the room. The reflected beam shot toward her like a laser, and Emma threw herself sideways, rolling as the concentrated light scorched the floor where she’d been standing.

"You see," Leon said, stepping back casually with a hand mirror held out as he admired the change in his hair. "My strategy is simple. Your reflection keeps you busy while I dismantle you from a distance."

Emma clicked her tongue again and shot him a frightening glare that made Leon take a step back. "You talk too much."

She raised her hand, and a massive gun materialized, easily bigger than her form, with a barrel wide enough to fit a fist inside. Its exaggerated proportion was black and engraved with swirling blue patterns that hummed.

<No. 5 White King>

Leon’s smile faltered slightly. "Oh. That’s new."

White King began to disassemble. Circular discs detached from the weapon, shrinking its overall size in the process as they orbited Emma like satellites.

The discs suddenly shifted focus, homing in on Leon, and a wave of sonic energy burst from each of them as they tore through the air.

Multiple mirrors materialized in their path, absorbing the sonic blasts. Then the mirrors rotated, redirecting the energy back toward Emma.

Dashing left, then right, she weaved between reflected blasts as the discs reconnected mid-fight, reforming the massive cannon in her hands.

Settling into position, Emma planted her feet, centered herself, and adjusted the weapon’s frequency and fired a more concentrated shot, directly from the barrel of the gun.

<White Noise Cannon!>

This time, the blast was different. It was higher pitched and resonating at a frequency that made the air itself vibrate.

Emma’s reflection materialized in front of Leon, firing the same attack, and the two sonic waves collided in the center of the room.

The clash was catastrophic!

Vibrations spread outward in visible ripples, and every mirror in the storage area began to crack.

The sound was unbearable, a high-pitched whine that made Emma’s teeth ache and caused the floor to crater beneath her feet. Yet, she held her ground, pouring more essence into the cannon.

One by one, Leon’s mirrors shattered, unable to withstand the relentless ultrasonic assault. The clash between the two blasts intensified, filling the space with chaos and tension.

Amid the turmoil, a single disc detached silently from White King. It drifted through the chaos, circling the sonic clash with eerie calm before positioning itself behind Leon.

And realization dawned too late in Leon’s widened eyes as the disc fired.

The blast struck him square in the back, sending his body hurtling forward. He crashed into the remnants of his shattered mirrors, skidding across the floor with a groan, and his once-perfect hair was finally ruined.

Emma lowered the cannon, breathing hard, and dismissed it. "Pretty boy’s done." She walked towards his body.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and when Emma’s vision cleared, Leon was gone. A single intact mirror on the floor reflected his image for a split second before vanishing.

With a look of terror and anger, Leon had slipped into his mirror in one desperate moment of retreat.

"Tch." Emma crushed the mirror under her boot. "Slippery bastard."

Without hesitation, she turned toward the sounds of fighting nearby and sprinted toward the noise. Cassandra was there, and someone was with her.

***

In the main hall, Sam stumbled through the smoke, coughing, trying to find Kurt or Lizzie. Her eyes stung, and her chest felt tight, but she kept moving.

Then a voice stopped her cold.

"My, my."

Sam froze.

Eli stepped out of the smoke, his expression one of polite curiosity. He tilted his head, studying her, and then his smile widened.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find a Crowley in this dump." His eyes gleamed. "The disappointment of the family, no less."

Sam’s hands trembled. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—"

Eli moved so fast she didn’t see it. One moment he was ten feet away. The next, he was in front of her, red after images trailing behind him as his hand gripped her arm.

Sam tried to pull away, stumbling backward, and fell hard onto her ass. Then Eli crouched in front of her, still smiling.

"Kurt!" Sam screamed. "Lizzie!"

Footsteps pounded toward them as Kurt and Lizzie burst through the smoke. Kurt’s hand was already lit with flames, but Eli moved again, yanking Sam to her feet and wrapping an arm around her throat.

"Ah-ah," Eli said pleasantly, holding Sam like a shield. "Let’s not be hasty."

Kurt stopped, his hand still raised and Lizzie had her new gun out, but her aim wavered.

Eli’s grin widened. "Now then. Let’s have a chat, shall we?"

Before anyone could respond, bubbles began to float through the air.

Kurt blinked when he noticed the sudden presence of soap bubbles filling the space. "Bubbles?"

Lizzie on the other hand tilted her head, eyes wide with curiosity. "Careful, they are probably the exploding kind Or the poisonous kind? OR—" She gasped dramatically. "—the poisonous exploding kind?!"

Eli glanced at the bubbles without surprise, still smiling. "Ah. Perfect timing."

Suddenly, Kurt’s vision flickered with another System notification.

[SYSTEM SUB-QUEST ACTIVATED]

[- Upgrade two abilities to C-Rank]

[- Reward: +10 points]

[SYSTEM SUB-QUEST ACTIVATED]

[- Defeat Rayner Nott]

[- Reward: +10 points]

Kurt’s jaw tightened as he pulled up his stats and selected Pyrokinesis. The name of technique changing to Fire Lord once it was upgraded.

[UPGRADE CONFIRMED]

[Pyrokinesis → Fire Lord: C-Rank]

[Cost: 15 points]

[Available Points: 45]

More bubbles rose from a puddle forming beneath their feet, spreading outward in iridescent waves and a figure stepped through the smoke, tall and thin, rubbing his hands together with a small bottle of sanitizer.

Rayner Nott.

He sanitized his hands methodically, his expression calm but focused. "Eli, do you mind leaving this to me, you do? Riley will probably need your help, she will."

Eli’s grin turned wicked, then he released Sam, shoving her forward. "Very well," he said, dusting off his vest and disappeared in a crimson blur that made Kurt wonder if it was raw speed of teleportation.

Kurt caught Sam before she hit the ground, his eyes locked on Rayner. "You alright?"

Sam nodded shakily, but her attention was on the bubbles. They were everywhere now, floating lazily through the air and popping softly.

Heat surged through Kurt’s body, and flames erupted around his hands, brighter and hotter than before. He grinned through the smoke, feeling a whole lot more confident as a Fire Lord. "You’re in trouble now, mate."

Rayner didn’t flinch. He just kept rubbing his hands together. "Am I now? Am I?"

Kurt’s eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Rayner wasn’t intimidated at all.

"Lizzie," Kurt said quietly. "Get Sam out of here."

"But—" she tried to protest.

"Now." Kurt took a step forward, ready to unleash hell but dropped to his knees and started coughing up blood. "What the bloody—"

His vision blurred, blood trickled from his eyes like tears, and the flames around his hands died down before collapsing face-first onto the concrete.

[DEATH RECORDED]

[Death Count: 13]

[Cause: Respiratory failure (poison inhalation)]

[Resurrection Timer: 20:00]

Lizzie’s eyes went wide. "Kurt?!" She looked at Rayner, then at the bubbles, and realization hit. Something colorless and odourless was being released with each bubble that popped.

As a healer she had some resistance to poison, but green essence flared around her body anyways, her healing ability kicking in to purge the poison from her system.

She looked at Sam, still standing, still breathing and her curiosity grew even more. "How are you not dead?"

Sam stared at Kurt’s body, her hands shaking. "I... I don’t know."

Lizzie’s eyes then narrowed. "Does it have anything to do with that bastard calling you a Crowley?"

Sam didn’t answer. She just kept staring at Kurt, tears welling in her eyes and Rayner took a step closer, bubbles swirling around him like a halo. "Such a waste, it is. Such a waste."