I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 44: Last Hope

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Chapter 44: Last Hope

Serah met him effortlessly, dodging his clumsy strikes with practiced ease. Each time he swung, she countered with brutal precision—a punch to the gut, a kick to the knees, a backhand that sent him sprawling. Yet every time, Junior rose, his body a canvas of cuts and bruises. His clothes hung in tatters, barely clinging to his battered frame.

"Why don’t you give up and become my slave? You know you can’t hit me," Serah sneered, her voice tinged with impatience now. She delivered another kick, sending him skidding across the floor. Broken glass dug into his palms as he pushed himself up once more.

Junior didn’t answer. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his muscles screaming in protest. But he raised his sword again, his eyes blazing with defiance.

And then something changed.

A faint glow emanated from the blade, subtle at first, but growing brighter with each passing second. Junior’s eyes widened as he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, unfamiliar yet powerful. The sword hummed in his hand, vibrating with raw mana.

Serah’s smirk faltered for the first time. Her eyes narrowed as she took a cautious step back. "Interesting," she murmured, her tone losing its playful edge.

Junior didn’t hesitate. With a guttural yell, he swung the sword, now coated in shimmering mana. This time, the blade didn’t pass through her. Serah leaped back just in time, her movements less graceful than before. A thin line of blood marred her pale cheek where the sword had grazed her.

Her lips curved into a grin, but it was different now—less amused, more dangerous. "Well, well," she said, wiping the blood from her cheek with a fingertip. "Looks like you’ve got some fight left in you after all."

Serah’s smirk deepened, her amber eyes gleaming with excitement. "It’s about time I get serious," she said, her voice dripping with dark intent.

The moment the words left her lips, her playful expression melted away, replaced by an icy, predatory focus. In an instant, she vanished.

Junior barely had time to register her disappearance before he felt a brutal force slam into his back. His body was launched into the air, the impact knocking the breath out of him. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"What the—!" he managed to gasp before another blow hit his ribs, then his shoulder, then his gut.

Serah’s speed was terrifying. She moved like a blur, faster than his eyes could follow, her strikes relentless and precise. Punches and kicks rained down on him from every angle, his body a helpless ragdoll caught in her storm of attacks. Blood sprayed from fresh wounds opening across his skin as his clothes were torn to shreds. He could do nothing but endure, his sword slipping from his grasp as he spiraled helplessly through the air.

With one final blow, Serah sent him crashing back to the ground, the impact cracking the stone beneath him. Dust and debris erupted around him as he lay there, his body broken, his breathing shallow. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself onto his knees, coughing violently. Blood dripped from his lips, staining the ground below.

"Impressive," Serah said, circling him with predatory grace, her movements eerily calm despite her earlier ferocity. "You’re still alive. Barely. But don’t worry..." Her voice dropped to a sinister whisper. "I’ll fix that now."

Her speed picked up again, her form becoming a blur as she circled him. To Junior, it was as if the very air around him was alive with her presence. He tightened his fists, trying to steady himself, but his vision blurred, his strength failing.

"This is it!" Serah’s voice rang out, filled with triumph as she dashed straight for him, her claws extended and aimed for his neck. "Goodbye, Junior."

But Junior had been waiting for this moment. His mind clung to a desperate hope.

Please... activate!

Just as her claws were inches from his throat, a glowing prompt appeared before him, clear as day.

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[Passive skill activated due to HP being low]

[Sword Mastery (Passive):]

- Increases proficiency and damage with swords by 20%

- Grants a chance to parry enemy attacks automatically.

[Automatic parry activated.]

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Junior’s body moved on its own. His hand, still trembling from exhaustion, gripped his sword and swung with impossible precision. The blade intercepted Serah’s claws mid-strike, deflecting them with a resounding clang.

Serah skidded back, her eyes wide with shock. "What the—?" she stammered, her voice losing its usual confidence. "How did you—?"

Junior stood there, his eyes unfocused, his body swaying like a candle in the wind. He wasn’t even looking at her, his expression dazed and distant.

"What just happened?!" Serah exclaimed, her tone sharper now, a mixture of anger and disbelief.

Junior didn’t respond. He didn’t even give her a chance to recover. Channeling every last ounce of strength he had left, he lunged forward, his sword aimed directly at her neck.

Then a prompt appeared right in front of Junior .

[Sword Mastery (Passive Activated):]

- Increases proficiency and damage with swords by 20%

The blade hummed with residual mana, the air around it crackling with energy.

Serah’s instincts screamed at her to move, but she hesitated for the briefest of moments, still reeling from the unexpected parry. The blade struck true, slicing into her neck.

For a heart-stopping second, time seemed to freeze.

Junior gritted his teeth, pouring everything he had into the strike. But the blade stopped just shy of finishing the job, unable to pass fully through her flesh. His vision darkened as his strength gave out, his body collapsing to the ground in exhaustion.

Serah staggered back, her hand flying to her neck. A thin line of blood trickled from the shallow wound, staining her pale skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, fear flickering in her usually confident eyes.

"I underestimated you," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly as she pressed a hand to the wound. Her tone was laced with a mixture of fear and anger. "You... almost killed me." She shook her head, her lips curling into a snarl. "I won’t make that mistake again."

Junior, barely conscious, could only manage a weak smile. "Almost... isn’t enough," he whispered before his body slumped, his vision fading completely as darkness consumed him.