Calamity Upon This World

After using his spell to destroy the warehouse, William decided to summon Noir to deal with the bandits.

To be honest, he was expecting more of a challenge, but it was easy; the gang members stood no chance against Noir and were brutally slain helplessly without him needing to even move from his spot.

But it seems his period of inactivity was about to come to an end, as a man announced.

"Target the summoner."

Hearing his words, everyone inside the warehouse turned their attention towards him.

"Ah, finally, this should be fun," he muttered as he dismissed Noir, observing the injury on its chest and also so he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire of his attacks.

"Now come, no need to watch your back; show me what you guys can do," he announced.

"You motherfucker!! " one of the bandits shouted, observing the devastation the masked man had brought on their hideout and his friends.

The man charged towards the masked adventurer with his trusty cutlass in his.

Seeing the man moving towards him, William stayed stationary until the man was just about to slice him up; however, the man suddenly stopped moving.

Or rather, he simply couldn't move as all his limbs were restricted by invisible strings that came out of seemingly nowhere, and before he could struggle to free himself,.

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~slish~

The man was cut into multiple different parts by the strings restraining him.

"Guys maintain distance and bombard him with spells; the man seems to have some mysterious skills." One of the bandits announced, warning his allies not to fall into a similar fate as the man from earlier.

William smiled as he saw the bandits prepare to cast spells.

He was excited because if he was lucky and any of the bandits used a spell he didn't know before, he could easily copy it and add it to his ever-growing arsenal of spells.

Sadly, as he witnessed the incoming barrage of spells heading his way, his wish didn't come true.

Sighing in disappointment with a wave of his hand, an extremely thick and tall wall of ice was erected in front of him, easily protecting him before going down again.

"I guess it's now my turn," he muttered as he activated (Barrage of Wind Blades) .

Upon activation, hundreds of green magic circles materialised behind him before any of the bandits could realise what had happened.

~Skring~

Hundreds of tiny daggers made of wind emerged from the circle and pierced all the remaining bandits, killing everyone, no exception.

Now surrounded by fire and blood, one lone masked man stood in the middle, his clothes pristine and an ominous aura surrounding him.

His expression was unreadable due to his mask, but his demeanour showed no change as he observed the hundreds of dead bodies, all caused by his actions. It was an unsettling scene, which thankfully Billy didn't witness, or else he would have had an even bigger trauma than the 12 years he spent with his scumbag of a father.

With a simple wave of his hand, the flames inside the destroyed building calmed down.

However, before he could use his life bombs to absorb the life force of these dead bodies, he was interrupted by the ground sliding and a stair emerging outside.

From these stairs, a bearded brown-haired man walked out, and as he observed the carnage around him, he had a calm expression on his face as he asked.

"I assume you're the one responsible for all this."

**

Aron Holger was a man who had lived the first two decades of his life without realising his talent.

Aron was someone who was born into a middle-class family, but sadly for everyone around him, he had an insatiable greed for more.

He didn't want to be a bottom feeder like everyone else; he wanted to be at the top of the food chain to experience the view from the top.

But sadly, his dreams came to a quick halt once he failed to awaken despite trying multiple times, and before he knew it, he was over the age of 18, making it impossible for him to awaken mana.

However, his greed didn't let him give up; even if he couldn't have mana, he still chose to train his body to become as strong as humanly possible.

And after two whole years of rigorous training, he surprisingly ended up acquiring the power of the aura and awakening through it.

Very rarely, there are individuals who, despite not being able to awaken mana, end up acquiring aura.

Such people are called aura berserkers.

Aron was one such person. After awakening his aura, he finally found the thing he was most talented at and made full use of it to acquire the wealth he now owned.

As Aron  stood in front of the masked man, he observed his now-destroyed warehouse and the dead bodies of his men.

He felt nothing seeing them; he had already retired, so he had no more need for them, and feeding them for so long had put a hole in his pockets. While he didn't want to kill them himself, he was glad someone else had done the job for him.

His gang didn't matter anymore once he sold the girl they had kidnapped; his life was set until he died of old age.

However, he was a bit wary of the masked man, considering he alone managed to display such destruction and killed hundreds of his men. His strength was quite obvious.

'He must be the man that coward was yapping about'

Around 2 hours ago, one of the men who had hired them to kidnap the girl came to him along with his wife.

The man was scared when he came to him. He warned him about a mysterious adventurer who was dispatched by the guild to take care of this mission.

He even talked about just returning the girl and pretending like this never happened.

Annoyed by his ramblings, Aron just sliced the man and his wife down.

The thing he hated the most in the world were cowards who wimp out at the first hardship they encounter.

However, despite everything he had heard and seen, Aron didn't feel like he was going to lose.

Why do you ask?

The reason was simple. Aron was strong, and this was something he had always prided himself on, ever since he awakened.

After a few seconds, the awkward stare-off between Aron and William finally ended, and their fight to the death began.