“It’s Quintillion.”

Shen laughed manically as his magic power rose.

However, at that moment…

Bam!

Shen’s Spell Library, which had been activated and fully operational, disappeared with a light sound like a candlelight getting extinguished.

No, to be more exact, his Spell Library had been annihilated.

“… What?”

Then an ink-black spear lunged toward Shen, who was still flustered.

Bam!

Shen deflected the oncoming spear stab with his fist.

While Lancelt felt a strong reverberation transmitting through the tip of his spear, he murmured, “It’s not enough… What is it…”

“Lancelot?” Cruze, who snapped her head toward Lancelot, asked aloud with a sense of confusion in her eyes.

She didn’t quite understand what Lancelot had just done, and she wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

“Wow, bro, what did you just do? It’s like… It’s like you just erased his attack,” Youngmin commented from the side.

“Is this something that arose because of the Hero’s Fate blessing?”

“It felt so… foreign!”

Bam!

A barrage of bullets suddenly started raining down, and Youngmin ran out and knocked them all away. Youngmin’s mind, which had sharpened like a blade due to Gaia’s Blessing, now had a wildly increased cognitive and reasoning ability. So, he was able to perfectly recognize the bullets’ paths even though the bullets were imbued and accelerated with magic power.

Despite that, Chan’s huge sword appeared amid the deflected bullets.

As a High Elf, who was often referred to as the ‘Chosen Elf’, the strength Chan had accumulated over his terrifying long lifetime of two thousand seven hundred...