Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins-Chapter 76: The Ice Queen’s Dance

The Wisher’s Arena was a monument to controlled violence. Carved from pristine white marble and enchanted to repair itself after every battle, it shimmered under the midday sun. Floating spectator platforms hovered in the air, already filling with students and faculty eager to witness the first Rank 1 challenge of the semester.

I stood at the center of the circular stage, the polished stone cool beneath my boots. Across from me, Noora Whitehound stretched with the casual grace of a predator. She wore her family’s signature combat attire—a sleek, silver-white tunic reinforced with mana-conductive threads, her silver hair tied back in a severe, practical braid. Her ice-blue eyes were sharp, analytical, and held a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

I rolled my shoulders, my own shadow-stitched uniform feeling less like armor and more like a second skin. My mind was a battlefield of its own. This wasn’t just about a number. This was about a home. About Yumi. About Masha. About the quiet life I was so desperately trying to carve out of this chaotic world. Losing was not an option.

A holographic timer materialized between us, its golden runes counting down from ten.

From the stands, I could feel their eyes on me. Seraphina, leaning forward with a predatory grin. Sasha, clutching her hands together with worry. Eren, surprisingly silent and focused. And Rin, watching with an unreadable expression.

The timer hit zero.

A bell chimed, its note clear and final.

Noora moved first, her elegance belying the lethal speed of her attack. With a flick of her wrist, the marble floor around me frosted over, the sudden drop in temperature designed to slow my footwork. Simultaneously, she summoned a volley of ice arrows, each one shimmering with condensed mana, that shot toward me from three different angles.

It was a classic pincer strategy—limit the opponent’s movement, then overwhelm them.

But I wasn’t a classic opponent.

"Shadow Step," I murmured.

My body dissolved into the floor, melting into my own shadow just as the arrows struck the ground, shattering into clouds of frozen mist. I reappeared ten meters to her left, my shadow blade already forming in my hand.

Noora didn’t seem surprised. She pivoted smoothly, her hand sweeping in a graceful arc. "Ice Wall." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

A massive, translucent barrier of solid ice erupted from the ground between us, blocking my charge. But I hadn’t been aiming for her. I slammed my blade not against the wall, but against the floor.

"Shadow Bind."

Inky tendrils snaked across the ice-slicked marble, moving under and around her wall. They shot toward her ankles, aiming to immobilize. She leaped backward, her movements light and precise, landing just out of the tendrils’ reach.

"Clever," she called out, a small smile on her lips. "But predictable."

She clapped her hands together. The entire surface of the arena floor flash-froze, becoming a treacherous mirror of slick ice. Then, she began to skate across it, her movements fluid and impossibly fast, leaving trails of frost in her wake. She was a dancer, and this was her stage.

She launched another volley of arrows, but this time they were different. They curved, ricocheting off the invisible arena barriers, creating a storm of projectiles that boxed me in.

I was forced to defend, my blade a blur of black as I deflected shard after shard. She was controlling the pace, forcing me onto the back foot. My SS-rank mana pool was a deep well, but her efficiency was draining my stamina faster than I could recover.

She closed in, her form a blur of silver and white. Her own blade, a rapier carved from a glacier’s heart, materialized in her hand. The temperature around me plummeted.

"Frost Nova!"

A radial blast of freezing energy exploded from her position. There was no room to dodge.

In that split second, I made a decision. I poured my mana not into a shield, but into the new skill Evelyn’s torture had granted me.

"Teleport."

The world dissolved in a nauseating lurch. For a heartbeat, I was nowhere, my senses screaming as reality tore itself apart. Then, it snapped back into place. I reappeared twenty feet away, stumbling as I landed. The teleportation was jarring, imprecise. It felt less like a graceful step and more like being violently shoved through space.

But it worked.

The Frost Nova hit empty air, cracking the marble where I had just been standing.

Noora stopped, her eyes wide with genuine surprise. The entire arena fell silent. Even the professors in the viewing box leaned forward.

"Teleportation magic..." Noora whispered, her confident smirk finally faltering. "How?"

I didn’t give her an answer. I used her shock to my advantage, teleporting again—this time closer, right behind her. The second jump was smoother, my body already adapting.

My shadow blade swung toward her back.

She reacted on pure instinct, spinning around and bringing her rapier up to block. The clash of shadow and ice sent a shockwave across the stage. We were locked, blade to blade, close enough for me to see the flicker of something new in her eyes. It wasn’t just surprise anymore. It was intrigue.

"You’re full of secrets, Ashen Crimson," she breathed, her face inches from mine.

"I’m full of a lot of things," I retorted, pushing her back.

The duel became a frantic dance of shadow and ice. She would try to pin me down with wide-area frost spells, sending jagged glaciers erupting from the floor, and I would teleport out, countering with quick, targeted shadow strikes that she’d parry with infuriating ease. My lack of experience with teleportation was a glaring handicap; the thirty-second cooldown felt like an eternity, and each jump left me momentarily disoriented, my vision swimming as reality reasserted itself. She exploited this without mercy, her attacks becoming more complex, weaving feints with genuine killing blows, forcing me to burn through my vast mana reserves just to stay ahead of her relentless assault.

Her fighting style began to change. It was less about overwhelming me and more about testing me. She’d feint, leaving an opening, only to counter with a trap when I took the bait. It felt less like a battle for rank and more like a dangerous, high-stakes spar. She summoned pillars of jagged ice to block my teleportation paths, forcing me to think three-dimensionally. I responded by using the pillars as cover, my shadows clinging to their frozen surfaces before I launched an attack.

During one close exchange, my teleport landed me too close, the spatial jump miscalculated by a fatal inch. With a sharp, elegant flick of her wrist, she disarmed me, her rapier striking the hilt of my shadow blade and sending it skittering across the ice. The dark weapon dissolved before it even stopped moving. Before I could reform it, her own blade was a whisper of cold steel at my throat, the pressure a silent promise of defeat. The crowd gasped audibly.

"Yield," she said, her breath misting in the cold air.

Her eyes, however, weren’t cold. They were alight with a fire I hadn’t seen before—a mixture of respect, curiosity, and something softer, something that made my own heart skip a beat.

"Not yet," I whispered.

I didn’t summon my blade. Instead, I activated Shadow Echo. A clone of me materialized behind her, silent as the grave.

She sensed it a second too late. As she turned to face the clone, I dropped low, sweeping her feet out from under her. She fell, and I caught her, one arm around her waist, the other hand holding her rapier-wielding arm.

We were frozen in an embrace that looked more like a tango than a fight. Her back was pressed against my chest, my face was next to hers. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against my arm, a frantic rhythm that betrayed her calm exterior.

"You’re... a terrible person," she whispered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"I know," I replied, my voice a low murmur in her ear. "But I’m also the one who’s going to win."

With a final surge of strength, I used her momentary distraction to twist her arm, forcing her to drop the rapier. A Shadow Bind erupted from the floor, wrapping around her ankles. She was trapped.

I stepped back, breathing heavily, my own body screaming in protest from the mana drain.

Noora lay on the ice, defeated but smiling. "You really are something else."

I offered her a hand. She took it, her fingers surprisingly warm against my cold skin. As I pulled her to her feet, the arena bell chimed once more.

[Winner: Ashen Crimson]

The crowd erupted in cheers, but I barely heard them. I was looking at Noora, at the way she was still smiling at me, and I realized with a jolt that in my fight to protect my home, I might have just kicked open the door to a whole new kind of chaos. The gazes from the stands felt different now—less about rank, and more about the unspoken story that had just played out on the ice.