Reincarnated as a Novel's Villain: Creator of Curses and Blessings-Chapter 43: Creator of Blessings

Trying to remember what his father had taught him in the illusion world before.

In an instant, he started splitting his mana into two flows within his veins. The process was extremely hard, as his veins began to show signs of overload. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

A stabbing sensation pierced through every vein in his body. Hormones and enzymes in each cell began to surge violently.

His heartbeat raced insanely, as if it were about to explode. He could even hear his own pulse at this moment.

Like a war drum, it sent a signal through his body—the sign that the beginning of disaster was about to occur.

His mana condensed into two flows, and finally, the reaction began.

He slowly opened his eyes, gazing sharply at Kain, making her unconsciously step back in fear.

In the blink of an eye, he drew his sword at a slow speed, then returned it to its old place.

Ting!

[Congratulations! You have achieved an unimaginable thing.]

[You have created a blessing based on your knowledge.]

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Name: Mana Reversal Art

Rank: Indefinite

Description: An art passed down through thousands upon thousands of years of accumulated knowledge within the Jenkins Clan. They learned and learned. They improved and improved. Each generation pushed it further...a manifestation representing mankind’s power, something the Gods could never fully gauge. Its potential is endless.

By using the principles of mana, the user splits their mana into two flows, then forces them to collide with each other, creating an empowered new mana.

A bizarre kind of mana that even the Gods can not understand...able to cut everything, even space and Gods.

However, it comes with harsh requirements and severe aftereffects, as the theory is still incomplete.

This technique can only be used by those with the pure bloodline of the Jenkins Clan and overwhelming willpower...otherwise, the side effects will destroy their mana core.

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Hector widened his eyes as he stared at the system screen. He had created a blessing based on his knowledge? Really? And when he looked at the blessing’s rank, he just frowned.

"Holy shit! I have no idea what the fuck is happening."

Indefinite... which meant he couldn’t upgrade it? But after reading the description, he began to understand why... a technique built up over generations could only be upgraded by improving his own knowledge about it... and that would be a long journey for sure.

He didn’t expect his father to teach him a great technique, because from the description, he could tell it was esoteric—meant only for the heir of the Clan.

It was strange that his father would teach an expelled son like him... but thinking about his brothers, it seemed he was the only one who could learn this technique.

"Thank you...father." He licked his lips slyly in contentment.

Now, he had something more important to do. He dismissed the system screen and turned his attention to Kain, who had been cut in half by Hector’s technique.

Meanwhile, Kain’s fellows knelt to the ground, shivering in fear and dread as they witnessed the disastrous power of Hector. More precisely, they were dumbfounded by the aftermath of his slash.

It left a long cut in space...damaging space itself was an unbelievable power.

Samson stammered in fear and panic.

"I-Is that esoteric technique of the Jenkins Clan?"

...

"I-Impossible...A great Clan’s esoteric technique is only for heirs...If so, why would they expel him?...There’s no way such a thing could happen." Valid said, trembling.

Kain lay motionless on the ground. She barely sensed anything from her lower body...it should have been painful, but for some reason, she felt nothing.

Perhaps the illusion could not fully copy the sensation of having one’s body cut in half like reality.

Hector rubbed his chin and approached Kain, whose body was slowly dissipating into the void. He looked at her pale face and smiled.

"Go to my dorm room and clean up everything."

She directed her blurred eyes toward Hector, smirking weakly.

"As you wish, young master."

Yes, she accepted her defeat...wholeheartedly convinced.

[98/100%] → [99/100%]

Hector glanced at the runes above his head. As expected, he could tell that the side effect had affected him a bit.

"A narrow victory. I can’t copy her blessings since she didn’t go all out. What a shame." He stammered for a moment, then collapsed to the ground.

He waved his hand at Roy.

"I want to take a break."

Roy nodded, grinning.

"Damn it, your performance was so cool I don’t even have words to praise you."

He added, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle the rest. You can take a nap before the third match begins."

***

[Congratulations! Your team is the winner!]

[You will be sent to the third match.]

[Countdown]

[10]

[9]

...

[2]

...

[1]

Hector blinked as looking at the runes in front of him.

[2/3]

Second Match: Team 13 vs Team 30

Team #: 13

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[Zoe Loxley /6 green mana cores]

[Lionel Loxley/ 7 green mana cores]

[Roderick Burgess/ 6 green mana cores]

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"Loxley Clan? How ironic..." Hector slightly shook his head.

He didn’t expect to run into that trash right here. But in a way, it was perfect. Honestly, he really wanted to crush them right now, after everything they had done to him in the shadows.

Especially that fucking bitch—Zoe Loxley.

He would make her tremble to her core... make her never dare to look at him again.

The corner of his lips lifted unconsciously, forming a terrifying smile.

He clicked his tongue, then cut his thumb just shallow enough for a drop of blood to fall, careful not to increase his accumulated damage percentage.

"So, are we doing the plan like before?" Roy asked while preparing his items. "Though I think we need a small change. They’ll get suspicious if a weak team makes it to the final match."

Hector paused for a moment, then nodded.

"That’s right. If I were the enemy, instead of attacking recklessly, I’d scout first... figure out why a weak team could reach the final."

Roy nodded.

"So should we ambush the scout? If we remove one player, the match will be easy."

Hector shook his head and pointed at the monsters ahead.

"Do you see that? The number of monsters coming here is less than in the previous match."

Roy frowned as he glanced forward. Indeed, the monster density here was quite low.

"I see... the enemy seems to have some way to draw attention elsewhere, so the monsters in this match are split in half."

Hector smirked.

"Then we’ll need a special plan. Let’s act together."

Hector slowly turned his vicious, sly gaze toward Tammy, who was preparing his weapons to fight the monsters.