Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from Zero

Aldebaran panted, and seeing the opponent stop their magical attacks, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Finally out of magic, huh?"

With a grin, Aldebaran revealed a ferocious smile.

In his view, Graham's abilities were entirely dependent on his magic.

Enhancing the blade required magic, boosting attacks required magic, every action of his relied on magic!

Although he didn't know why Graham had gone crazy and consumed his own magic so recklessly, Aldebaran didn't really care about that.

The time for revenge had come!

"Die, Graham!"

Aldebaran roared, tensing all his muscles, and lunged at Graham.

With his remaining right hand, he raised his sword and slashed at Graham's head.

*CLANG*

It seems his opponent still had some strength left, as expected. Aldebaran took the opportunity to swiftly follow up with a kick.

From the beginning, he had noticed that Graham was too reliant on magic and the sword in his hand. {T/N: this sounds wrong to me, but I can't think of an alternative, suggestions are welcome...}

'I'll show him that it's the body that is the strongest weapon!'

*BANG*

The powerful and heavy kick was easily blocked by Graham's raised knee.

Don't forget, Graham had a special ability that made his brain's processing speed increase substantially, 'Sage Perception' . {T/N: Google translate calls the ability 'Sage Time', which to me sounds a bit off... so I'm struggling between 'Sage Mode' and 'Sage Perception', with the latter seeming pleasant imo... What do y'all think?}

In his eyes, even Aldebaran's micro-movements were all visible to Graham, allowing him to react quickly.

Graham took advantage of the situation, clenched his left fist, and punched Aldebaran's helmet with force.

This was his advantage after all, how could he not use it?

Aldebaran, missing his left arm, could not react in time and was sent flying.

"Ugh!"

Unable to hold it in, Aldebaran spat out a mouthful of blood, barely supporting himself with his hand to stand up, staring intently at Graham.

Fortunately, the helmet had absorbed some of the damage, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stand.

'Dammit! How do I even go about defeating such an opponent?'

Aldebaran felt a bit desperate, 'Forget it, I'll just let him kill me again.'

'Once he is assigned the 'Perpetrator' role , he will forget this match and we'll return to the save point again, then I'll simply forfeit before our match starts again.'

'I can't beat him, but I can avoid him...'

Thinking this, he directly said to Graham, "I surrender, kill me."

*Pfff*

Graham directly pierced his heart with his sword, "As you wish."

"Hehe~!"

With his heart pierced, Aldebaran smiled, 'I'll finally be free from fighting this guy!'

*Bzzt*

Black mist suddenly swept in from all around, completely surrounding the two.

And Aldebaran finally saw the word reflected on Graham's body—'Perpetrator'.

"Your ability is quite good, so I'll be taking it," Graham said.

"What!!"

Hearing this incredibly bizarre statement, Aldebaran's smile froze.

'Isn't my domain active at this moment? How is this guy conscious, how is he even moving!?'

"This is it, farewell," Looking at the overwhelming black mist around, Graham's expression remained unchanged. He pulled his sword, and this time, he stabbed the death point at Aldebaran's heart. After all, the 'Mystic Eyes of Death Perception' are still active.

"Ughhhhh! Impossible, who are you... really?"

The excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart overwhelmed Aldebaran, causing him to let out a scream filled with infinite terror.

The strange sensation from his body told him that this time, he would truly die.

Being killed by this person now, meant he couldn't reload his save anymore.

Until his death, Aldebaran couldn't understand why and how this happened.

*BOOM*

Everything around returned to normal. In the eyes of the onlookers, Graham had pierced Aldebaran's heart with a sword, and the latter's body shattered into pieces, looking extremely gruesome.

Priscilla couldn't help but wrinkle her beautiful nose, 'Killing someone wasn't enough; he even dismembered the opponent. How brutal.'

However, Priscilla didn't dislike Graham for this. On the contrary, she was even more satisfied with him. In her view, a duel was a fight to the death, and it was normal for the loser to die in any manner.

She was just a bit unaccustomed to such a scene. If it were her dealing with the enemy, she would have used Yang Magic to burn them to ashes, avoiding such a bloody visual effect.

Covering her mouth with her folding fan, Priscilla stood up and announced the result, "The winner is Graham!"

Graham glanced at her, grinned, and then slowly walked off the arena. The others looked at him with eyes full of fear, moving their feet to stay as far away from him as possible.

Now, there were only five people left, which meant one person would have a bye and not participate in the last round round.

Therefore, everyone else looked at Graham with wary eyes, and cold sweat dripping, each fearing that he would be their opponent in the next round.

But Graham remained expressionless. It didn't matter who his opponent was; he would just kill them.

Taking in the postures of the five people, Priscilla smiled with delight.

She opened her folding fan, "The knight selection is over! I declare that you all have passed."

Seeing the others' relieved expressions, Priscilla pointed at Graham and confidently said:

"You... Graham, come with me."

Upon hearing this, one person showed a look of unwillingness.

It was clear that Priscilla's favorite knight was Graham. Maybe he might be given the chance to have relations with her.

Although they were selected as knights, it was equivalent to being eliminated, and they would always be under Graham's shadow in the future.

The other three however remained stoic... They just exchanged glances and nodded. It seemed they were a group, and were likely plotting something.

"Knights, please follow me."

Graham was personally taken away by Priscilla, while the others were led to another resting room in the mansion by a pink-haired servant.

Graham didn't care about the others, and just followed Priscilla, admiring her graceful figure.

But where was this woman taking him?

He was a bit puzzled.

....

{T/N: Remember to point out any mistake that you see so I can correct it.}