Magus Supremacy-Chapter 886: Bestowing Power (1)

Chapter 886

"Wh-What are you doing, Borfan?! Let go of my head!" Grey screamed in a state of sheer panic, his voice cracking against the dry earth.

He could feel a torrential tide of energy flooding his nervous system, saturating his muscles and veins.

And he knew that distinct sensation all too well. It was Ki!

Borfan was transferring his very essence, his Ki energy, into the mage’s body.

And it wasn’t a small amount at that; it was a deluge.

He was pouring every drop of the power he had cultivated over a lifetime into the battered warrior mage pinned beneath him.

Unfortunately, Grey was paralyzed, unable to do anything other than scream.

The invisible, crushing pressure Borfan exerted over the battlefield was keeping the Supreme Magus pressed firmly into the dirt.

Along with his limbs, which had been expertly shattered by the warrior’s earlier strikes, there was no way he could possibly move a single muscle to break the connection.

Thalos was struggling against the atmospheric pressure too.

He remained kneeling, the weight of the air itself forcing his knees to crack the solid ground beneath him.

He desperately wanted to stand up, to intervene and stop the warrior from completing this reckless transfer, but he found himself anchored in place.

Even with the legendary strength Thalos and Grey possessed, they simply couldn’t resist the absolute gravitational force Borfan unleashed.

"Stay still, Kid. This is for your own good," Borfan smiled, though it was a pained, strained expression.

The same mysterious technique Grey had once utilized to absorb someone’s Ki and life force—permanently grafting it onto his own—was the same principle Borfan was employing now.

But instead of predatory absorption, the warrior was selflessly emptying his own reservoir into the mage’s spirit.

"Wh-Why?" Thalos groaned out, his voice strained as he stared at the smiling Borfan.

It was as if the warrior were deriving a strange, final satisfaction from his actions, a realization that confused the gargoyle tremendously.

How could someone simply give up all their hard work?

Decades of cultivation, of honing their technique to a razor’s edge and pushing their physical limits to the absolute pinnacle; years of practicing under harsh weather and on unforgiving terrain—how could a man surrender all of that for a stranger?

It didn’t make an iota of sense.

Borfan tilted his head slightly to the side to stare at the gargoyle with a calm, serene smile.

"This is what Armin wanted, and I’m fulfilling his final wish."

Rage was beginning to consume Grey, mixing with the pain.

"The fuck you mean?! You are giving up everything for me! You are giving up power, titles, and authority for someone you barely know! Why?! We don’t know each other that well. Did you even think about your kids?"

Borfan nodded slowly, his eyes soft.

"I did. I thought about them deeply. That’s why I settled all their affairs before I left the base today."

A brief, heavy pause followed before the warrior continued:

"... Listen. Whenever a warrior reaches the pinnacle of human strength possible, they are forced to undergo ascension and become a Celestial. But there’s something more to it than just a title..."

Borfan hesitated, his tone shifting into something grim and hollow.

"They are forced to depart from the mortal realm, forcefully yanked into the Celestial realm.

While there, they have no reason to interfere with the affairs below. A restriction is placed upon them—a divine shackle to ensure they neither interfere nor descend back into the world of men."

"...."

Borfan chuckled, a dry, rasping sound.

"I thought ascending would be fun. I imagined more powerful opponents to battle and new heights to reach. But I was wrong. That place is so incredibly boring.

There is no freedom whatsoever; I couldn’t go where I wanted without explicit permission, I couldn’t start a fight, and I couldn’t even see my own children whenever I desired. I felt like a magnificent bird trapped in a goddamn gilded cage."

Grey was still trying to resist the mounting pressure on his chest, but his efforts were futile.

However, he remained silent, listening intently to the warrior’s confession.

"... After a long and gruesome battle, I managed to escape back to the mortal realm to be with my kids and continue ruling the Demonic Clan. However, that decision didn’t come without its own severe consequences," Borfan added.

The warrior chuckled once more, his eyes gleaming as if he were reliving a distant memory of a past life.

"I’m unable to use my full power as a Celestial here. A heavy restriction was placed on me... on all of us.

Those who descend back into the mortal realm and remain there longer than the allotted period are stripped of their full strength.

I became stronger than almost any other warrior on this plane, but compared to the true Celestials above, I was left weakened."

"... And I liked it that way. At least I can have fun in this world, participate in more awesome battles, and do whatever I want. That was until I met Armin," Borfan mused, his voice drifting over the cratered landscape.

Hearing that name again, Thalos lifted his heavy head to stare at the man.

The gargoyle had already given up on trying to stand to his full height, his massive frame hunched under the invisible weight of the gravity field.

"That fool always had a paranoia that he would lose his life at any moment; hence, he always prepared contingencies. He was a smart mage... an incredible one with a crazy sense of foresight.

When the Otherworlders had struck this world, I hadn’t become a Celestial then. We lost bitterly and barely managed to send them away. All my efforts in defeating them proved futile..."

"That isn’t an excuse, damn it!" Grey thundered in a fit of fury, his voice vibrating against the earth.

"You are a Celestial now. With your strength, you could help me in this war against the Otherworlders. We would be able to take them down together. I have allies, I have power—with you in the equation, we could actually do this!"

Borfan stared at the youth for a few seconds before shaking his head in a slow, somber motion of disbelief.

"Armin had allies across worlds, had me, had power, and yet we all lost. Armin died, and we lost almost everything.

I managed to survive and decided to grow stronger, sharpening my skills and strength so I can take down the Otherworlders when they eventually attack again," the warrior explained, his palms still firmly pressed against Grey’s skull.

The warrior paused his words while continuing to pour the vast ocean of his Ki into Grey’s body, the transfer hummed with a low, rhythmic vibration.

"... But then I recalled one of Armin’s secret projects. A way for someone to be able to possess two distinct energies: Ki and mana. I thought it was impossible.

Armin thought it was impossible too, because mana and Ki typically can’t coexist without clashing with one another, therefore resulting in the certain death of a person.

Even though we thought it was a fantasy, Armin still strived to accomplish this with the hope that he would succeed and it would be what helps us in this battle against the Otherworlders. He tried, he really did, but it was all for naught. Still, he held on to that hope until he died... got murdered."

As he uttered that last sentence, the warrior clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes twinkling dangerously for a moment before calming down.

".... Before he left us, he entrusted us with this same hope. And for some reason, that fire was lit in me. I wanted to accomplish what he sought, but I couldn’t find a way. So I let it die down, thinking it wasn’t possible while trying to live my best life and protecting what I had gathered."

His gaze now drifted toward the mage beneath his grip, who was looking significantly more robust than before.

The raw power was filling every fiber of Grey’s being, making the Supreme Magus feel fundamentally different—denser, stronger, and more connected to the physical world.

"Not until you arrived and changed everything."