novelraw Chapter 82 : A Special Move Has to Be Shouted Out Loud to Look Cool
Chapter 82 : A Special Move Has to Be Shouted Out Loud to Look Cool
【Shapeshift lv7】
【Bind lv4】
【Mimicry lv5】
【Metallization lv9】
【Hardening lv4】
【Mana Enhancement lv6】
Countless pale-blue tentacles surged out from the holes behind Rozelite Othinus, greedily wrapping around every inch of her smooth, delicate skin.
The tentacles crept upward along her neck, wrapping her entire head until only her mouth was left uncovered for breathing.
The rest transformed into a helmet, with a pale-blue semi-transparent visor shielding her eyes, obscuring her face completely.
Next, the tentacles slithered like serpents beneath her arms, circling to her chest, delicately outlining the curves of her body. They bound her soft, slender waist, tightening until they molded seamlessly to her figure, forming an impossibly thin skin-tight layer of slime. Even the faint definition of her abs was clearly visible.
The tentacles clung to her legs as well, tracing their slender lines.
Every hidden curve, every faint indentation and gap—
All of it was completely covered by the flowing pale-blue slime.
Then, a metallic sheen began to surface on the slime that enveloped her body. The softness vanished, replaced by solid edges and streamlined contours. Intricate patterns emerged as though carved by a master sculptor—slender, yet radiating power.
Her legs, too, were covered by the metalized slime, which finally condensed into armored boots that raised her stance.
In an instant—
A silver suit of skin-tight armor appeared upon Rozelite’s body. The light, streamlined plating traced every inch of her curves while reinforcing vital areas with protective layers.
And then, a starry-silver greatsword appeared out of thin air.
Rozelite grasped it single-handedly.
What once had seemed a little too oversized for her now looked perfectly natural.
Although slightly longer than a typical one-handed sword, its weightlessness made it feel just right in her grip.
At this moment, Rozelite stood clad in gleaming silver armor, the Astral Silver Sword in hand. Her face was completely hidden beneath a metal helm, only a faint pale-blue visor leaving part of her face dimly visible. To anyone watching, it was impossible to tell that this person was Rozelite.
In truth, this move could have been used long ago.
But Russell had a bit of an obsession.
He wanted the first time to be in its most perfect form, so he restrained himself until Metallization had reached lv9.
And now, his technique had reached completion.
The strength of this armor was unknown, but even under double enhancement, Rozelite herself could not leave the slightest mark on it.
“Mr. Slime...”
Rozelite squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together as the sensation of being tightly wrapped all over overwhelmed her.
But... how should she put it?
She closed her eyes, feeling the way Mr. Slime enveloped her from head to toe. From fingertips to toes, there was no discomfort.
In fact... it gave her peace of mind.
“So comfortable...”
She murmured softly.
But just as she sank into this strange sense of security, a deafening roar erupted from above.
The frost dragon circling high in the sky beat its massive wings. Golden dragon eyes glared down at the crowd like they were mere ants. Frost breath gathered in its maw, but it wasn’t in a rush to release it. Instead, it seemed to toy with them, like a giant savoring ants struggling before drowning.
The adventurers tensed, hearts pounding.
“Go, Rozelite,” Russell said.
“And don’t forget—when you unleash your move, you have to shout its name! That’s what makes it cool!”
“I won’t forget, Mr. Slime,” Rozelite whispered, then began walking forward.
One step, two steps.
Three steps, four steps.
As she advanced, the adventurers around her finally noticed her presence.
They glanced at each other in confusion.
“Was there always such a person in the party?”
No memory of her at all.
And that armor...?
A streamlined metallic suit that clung impossibly tight to her body. It clearly outlined a feminine figure, yet she wielded a warrior’s greatsword. And even with a dragon’s breath looming, she walked forward without hesitation?
“What on earth was with this person?”
“Hm?”
Winnie noticed the disturbance among the adventurers. Turning slightly, she froze.
It wasn’t just shock at the sudden appearance of this figure.
More than that—her instincts screamed.
“This one... is strong. Very strong!”
It felt like a difference in the very level of life itself. Just standing there, she radiated an oppressive presence.
Winnie watched, wide-eyed, as Rozelite walked to the very front of the formation, without recognizing her identity.
“It’s time.”
Whether it was Russell or Rozelite who spoke—
Or both at once—
The moment the words fell, Rozelite began to sprint.
Her streamlined armor-clad body shot forth like an arrow, leaving only a spray of snow in her wake.
The frost dragon roared, opening its maw. Frost breath poured down from the heavens.
A breath that could turn humans into ice statues in an instant.
But Rozelite didn’t dodge. She charged straight into it.
Her body was swallowed by the freezing torrent.
The adventurers watching clenched their fists, breath caught.
But when the frost breath faded, the frozen corpse they imagined never appeared.
Instead—a figure burst through the icy storm, still charging forward.
【Magic Resistance lv7】
【Cold Resistance lv6】
The metallic armor covering Rozelite’s body was, in essence, part of Russell himself.
The breath that could freeze humans solid in an instant—striking Russell was no more than a cold breeze.
“Let’s go, Rozelite!”
“Yes!”
The moment the words rang out—
Earthen pillars shot up from the frozen ground ahead.
【Earth Magic lv7】
Rozelite bent her left leg and leapt.
The power shattered the ice beneath her feet. She landed on the first earthen pillar, springing off again, crushing it beneath her step.
Then the second. The third. The fourth.
Each pillar rose higher than the last, and Rozelite climbed higher and higher.
When Russell’s 【Earth Magic lv7】 reached its casting limit, Rozelite made her final leap.
Her body soared skyward like a meteor, so fast that in the blink of an eye she surpassed the frost dragon’s height.
The adventurers stared, dumbfounded.
That silver figure, like a falling star, now looked down upon the dragon from above.
The dragon’s golden pupils shrank sharply. With a furious roar, its massive head twisted. Dozens of razor-sharp icicles condensed around it, shooting forth like a storm of arrows!
The icicles struck Rozelite’s silver armor, clattering like hail upon steel.
Yet the skin-tight armor shattered the icicles with ease, leaving only falling shards of sparkling frost.
Not even a scratch remained.
As the icy mist spread from the shattered barrage, Rozelite’s figure plummeted like a silver meteor!
She gripped the weightless Astral Silver Sword with both hands, spinning in midair before cleaving down!
【Godspeed Sword lv3】
The strike was as fast as lightning.
The frost dragon had no time to dodge. It could only raise its wings and arms in defense.
With another roar, a visible ring of icy-blue energy burst outward from its jaws, weakening the descending blow.
It was the same move that had blocked Winnie’s finishing strike earlier.
And just when everyone thought this mysterious silver warrior would also fail—
The starry-silver blade struck the dragon’s thick, icy armor.
In that instant of impact—
Rozelite yielded control of her body.
The hand gripping the sword—no longer hers, but the living armor covering her palm.
Russell.
The handover triggered the greatsword’s hidden mechanism.
The weapon, once weightless, now surged with Russell’s immense reservoir of mana—amplified by millions.
The switch came only at the moment of contact.
Too soon, and Rozelite’s sword technique would be lost. Too late, and Russell’s mana amplification would go to waste.
It was a technique possible only through a bond as close as two hearts beating as one.
Its name was—
“Heart-Sync Slash!!”
With Rozelite’s cry, the frost dragon that ruled the skies was split cleanly in half from head to tail, in an instant of rage and terror.
Dragon blood sprayed—only to be frozen by the frigid winds and scattered as mist across the sky.
A one-hit kill!