While Others Cultivate, I Use My Multiverse System

Even though it was nothing new for me, I didn't enjoy the notion of spilling blood. It was something I was ready to do when necessary, in order to save myself and those who I cared about from harm. And there was no way to tell that I held all those potential believers in such high regard to go into a battle frenzy for them. 

But the sight of not only the entire street erupting in flames but a huge force dressed in the well-known uniform of the military was something that riled me up. Not only because those people wore the same kind of uniform as the people that killed my family. Not only because they were the last and best of what the local government could procure against me. 

Those familiar greenish patches that would make those soldiers hardly noticeable out in the wild, made them stand out like ducks in the urban area here. Yet I could understand the way of thinking of whoever made them dress like that. It was truly a sight to behold to see an entire company descending from their hideouts in the neighbouring houses. And the amount of firepower that they brought with themselves was far more than necessary to cover for their lack of camouflage.

But that was what could be going through the head of whoever organised this attack. And that person had no way of knowing what those poor sons of bitches would be about.

Right now, my wrath was quickly taking over my senses. From experiencing a needless and pointless slaughter right from the first seat view, through already making my blood boil with all the killing I did all the way to facing against an insanely huge force for such a small organisation like mine. All of those elements only contributed to pushing me even further beyond the safe calmness that Ayda always advised. 

And combined with the power surging from the bodies of the dead in insane amounts along with my apocalypse equipment making good use of this nearly endless source of energy, not even those several hundred of men could scare me.

I jumped forward. As if in an attempt to make the job of killing them easier, the soldiers dispersed from one single and cohesive unit into their respective platoons and groups. A tactic that could work against the enemy with machine guns and grenades. Not so much against a mobile mage like me.

The moment I landed near the closest hideout marked the moment when the true battle ensued. Instead of directly attempting to move around the cover and attack the enemy, I simply smashed it away with my repulsion. Running in the relative blind spot created by a flying chunk of the wall I took count of all the enemies I could see.

Four to the left, two to the right. 

Before the piece of wall that I was hiding behind would crash against some other building, my legs moved on their own. It seemed as if some kind of passive consciousness was moving my libs, putting them always in the perfect spot for execution of the next attack. Leaping towards the nearest enemy I took a momentary cover behind a metal trashcan as a series flew over my head, before kicking said bin right into the soldiers embrace.

Sadly, that poor man couldn't reciprocate the love of trash, ending up squished between this chunk of metal and a concrete wall behind him. This was no anime. Crushing someone against a concrete wall didn't even make the structure flinch. And obviously, the same couldn't be said about what remained of the soldier body. 

Using the gap created by two soldiers dying, I rushed towards the appearing blind spot only to jump and change my direction midair. As if pulled towards the last enemy to my right I could see his gun's muzzle moving towards my torso. 

Flash.

A short series of bullets rushed towards my body, only to end up obliterated by a thin tentacle of my magic. The next moment, my fist was already massaging the inner back of the soldier's skull.

"Disgusting…"

Perfectly aware of how the rest of the platoon was watching my actions I couldn't stop myself from taking a moment to deprive them of their morale even more. With the brain matter of their fellow soldier now dirtying my hand, I raised my head to the side. Somewhere behind all those soldiers, a commander had to be hiding.

But without a way of locating him, venturing to the backside of the enemy formation would mean certain death. Not even with all my means would I be able to tear through such an army on my own.

What I didn't realise in time though, was that adding this slight disappointment to the overflowing pot of my emotions finally made my mind give up. Give up on resisting all those dark feelings that Ayda warned me about.

In a flash, this dark blob managed to resurface. Before anyone could do anything, an insane current appeared out of nowhere. But it didn't attract everything to itself indiscriminately. What it was sucking in, was magic energy. 

For yet another time I got to witness how the magic itself wasn't all that fantastical as one could think it was. It still had to follow a strict set of rules. Rules that I hoped to one day understand. This thought was even sadder when I noticed how I was no longer in control of anything that was happening.

From the mix of the advanced technology that apocalypse tools offered, with the addition of the various ways of mine to invoke magic, through an enormous pool of magical energy that this dark blob hanging right above my head quickly harnessed all the way to the strange feeling of yet another force coursing through my veins…

All of those different sources of power suddenly combined. Whether it was an intervention of the system aiming to protect its host just like I protected its very existence before, or whether it was something that occurred naturally due to all sorts of different concepts mixing together… It didn't really matter.

But once all of this enormous power that gathered within a single place reached the peak of its stability, the world seemed to freeze for a moment. With my consciousness freed of the burden of maintaining this insane spell, I could clearly see the silhouettes of the enemy soldiers already closing in on my temporary hideout.

Some of them had their rifles already pointed at my body.

But it was far easier for me to release my magic than it was for them to actually shoot. 

So I did just that.