I created my own system

Chapter 395 - chapter 395: He watches everything

A blurred vision and loss of balance—Midgar felt his world spinning around him. Try as he might, he couldn't understand what was happening. Still, the power of the buff surged through him and forced the dizziness away from his body. As he steeled himself, an afterimage passed behind him—then solidified, a blade grazing his cheek before turning to mist again.

"Tch."

He heard it, making him aware of the looming danger.

His body tensed as lightning surged, but then—

A hum rose—no louder than a heartbeat—

yet it shook his bones.

It struck again, and Midgar's world began to tilt. His vision danced as the symphony of death clawed its way to claim his life. As the tune grew louder, a leaf-shaped spear bounced across the song. The air rippled, and thunder suddenly roared, masking the music that controlled the hymn of battle.

With the feverish dizziness gone, a nimble blade glided through the air.

Midgar blocked—

His sword vibrated violently, his fingers numbed from the force.

Cracks spidered along the steel.

"Damn—!" he shouted, seeing his sword showing signs of breaking.

He leapt back, only to feel something coil around his boot. For a moment, he thought it was just in his head—but then he felt something strange. He looked down, only for his expression to change.

Roots—bone-white—sprouted from the dirt, climbing his leg.

Midgar clenched his teeth in frustration. He aimed to cut the hindrance, but then two silent killers moved to strike his neck. His body suddenly tensed; despite his restraint, his lethal aura burst forth. The bluish aura, infused with a brutal dose of lightning, washed out like a giant tidal wave, drowning the enemies like stray animals.

Right after the outburst, Midgar looked at his legs—still captured by overgrown vines. Panic spread across his face as he realized even his aura wasn't strong enough to break them. And so, with all his might, he hacked them apart—

He condensed a potent amount of aura and lightning to cut the vines, but new tendrils sprouted from the blood dripping from his wound—growing faster, hungrier.

"Using my blood as fertilizer… annoying," he said as he lifted his arm once again.

The mass of blue lightning went wild, following the path of Midgar's blade. Each strike he released turned the vines into dust. Amid the scattered debris, the third enemy emerged from the chaos and raised his staff.

"Now what!?"

A scream of frustration swelled from Midgar, but he took note that unlike the first two, this one wasn't fast enough to keep up with him. If he were, he would've attacked the same way as the first enemies.

With a new foe before him, Midgar positioned himself to attack—only to be surprised by a sudden rain of seeds.

"What?" The proud warrior frowned in confusion but didn't dare underestimate the scattering objects. In the next second, a sudden pulse filled the seeds with life. From simple beans, huge vines and roots erupted. Eerie branches of wood and leaves dashed through the air, aiming at a single fast target.

"Everything that bleeds returns to the earth, warrior."

The hooded enemy spoke as if his words were an order the world had to follow. His foe, however, wasn't impressed.

"Are you going to fight or recite a poem?"

Midgar snarled as he prepared to strike.

Lightning burst outward, scorching roots to ash—

but the two electrocuted enemies struck again.

The world flickered. A silent lullaby began to hum.

Midgar clenched his teeth as his head twisted. Without missing a beat, another power came into play. Drowsiness followed, accompanied by a creeping sleepiness—like a cold night seeping into his bones.

Within a second, Midgar was transported into a void.

A space where he stood alone.

His enemies vanished—

only chittering nightmares lurked, jaws gnashing.

Midgar didn't trust what he saw.

He closed his eyes—

and listened.

Somewhere deep within his mind, a gentle voice seemed to guide him.

Footsteps… three steps right.

It whispered.

And so—

he pivoted—

blocked.

A dagger screeched against his blade.

Lightning flared; the phantom flickered in fright.

Then—

SILENCE.

His lightning stopped crackling.

The world muted.

No wind.

No voices.

Not even breath.

The enemy wielding the spear exhaled, palm raised.

"Harmonic Seal — Silence Field."

Midgar gasped.

He tried to summon more lightning -

But nothing came.

His magic was muted.

The man hiding behind the dagger smiled, the blade phasing in and out of space. Behind Midgar stood the spear wielder, and in front, the staff bearer. Midgar grimaced as he noticed roots spreading like veins across the earth.

"This will be your grave."

The staff glowed brightly as the words were spoken.

Roots erupted—thorned and hungry.

Dream-shadows clung to his shoulders.

His sword felt heavier, cracks deepening from the resonant shock.

Three blessings pressed down on him from three angles:

Dreams

Silence

Nature

His breath hitched—

but he smirked anyway.

The grin of a man who refused submission.

That voice was still there, and for some reason, he was confident he wouldn't fail.

"If I can't hear lightning…"

He stomped.

"Then feel it."

Electricity detonated from muscle, not spell—

pure physical discharge, ripping open the roots binding him.

The sudden blast sent the Dream user staggering.

Midgar lunged—sword flashing, no magic, only raw strength.

A deadly spear intercepted—

but without the Silence Field supporting him, Midgar's lightning flickered back—

He redirected the spear's resonance into the earth, cracking the ground beneath them.

Vines and roots tried to flank him—

but Midgar spun, hacking them apart before they hardened.

With him occupied, a dagger manifested behind him—

aiming for his heart.

Midgar dropped low.

Lightning returned fully, roaring like a freed beast.

"Stormguard!"

He surged upward—

electricity exploding outward in spears.

The edge of the short blade flickered—

but Midgar anticipated the phase—

slamming his pommel into where the phantom would reappear.

A hit.

In that instant, a gap was revealed—and a serpentine weapon seized the moment—

Roots surged from the crater, wrapping around Midgar's waist, chest, and arms—

trying to imprison him.

The enemies didn't let him rest. The spear slammed into the thick layer of lightning, and the moment it struck, focused vibrations surged through the roots—amplifying their constriction. It bypassed the protective buff and crushed Midgar's ribs.

He screamed—

blood spraying.

The roots drank deep.

They thickened.

Midgar's vision blurred.

He struggled, throat raw.

From the hazy void, a voice whispered:

"Rest under the earth."

A dagger was raised, blade gleaming, while a spear aimed straight at Midgar's heart—

Trapped in the enemy's spell, with two weapons at his throat, the proud warrior only smiled.

"Not today."

Lightning howled.

The sky answered, and the void vanished.

Thunder rolled.

A pillar of light speared downward—

shattering roots into dust.

The force flung the three warriors backward.

Midgar collapsed to one knee—

blood on his lips, but alive.

Lightning wrapped him like armor.

He rose again—

"Three enemies, why do… they…"

As he reached for his sword, his body finally gave out, falling motionless to the ground. Beside his unconscious form lay three bodies, burned so badly they could no longer be identified as human.

Despite four fingers planted into the blood-soaked floor, a playful figure walked into the warzone without any hint of pressure.

{Hmmm… that was good.}

It said while holding a controller.

{That went better than anticipated.}

Striking sunset-colored hair danced in the harsh wind, and with every step he took, the power of the buff increased. The mass of electricity went wild as the boy walked casually—as if his presence couldn't be sensed by anyone at all.