After the Jewel Fetus parasitized the body of the Violas, it may not have encountered Ais, so it targeted Orsted, the strongest in the team.

However, after the site collapsed, Ais and Revis appeared, but the Jewel Fetus ignored Ais, fixating on Orsted, which baffled him.

Even if the Jewel Fetus lacked intelligence, it should have prioritized Ais, the daughter of Aria, after parasitizing.

Why did it ignore Ais and focus on him today?

Even with Asfi's arrival, it didn't glance at her, as if Orsted was its sole target.

Though the Jewel Fetus had a head but no face, Orsted felt its relentless stare, as if it wanted him gone.

'Who did I offend to be targeted by the Clone Spirit?'

A complete Spirit clone had Level 7 strength.

In the Anime, Loki familia's High Class adventurers barely defeated one.

Without Riveria's last-second magic blocking the clone's attack, the Loki Familia would have been gone.

In his current state, Orsted was no match for a Level 7.

"Well, if it comes, I'll unleash Excalibur's full power. One shot, and even a level 8 dies," he thought.

Despite his confusion, Orsted kept moving, resisting and attacking relentlessly.

Injuries piled up, but Avalon healed them swiftly, leaving him unscathed.

He'd grown accustomed to this, even numbed to the pain.

To onlookers, his reckless style—ignoring injuries—was shocking.

Adventurers on the cliff gaped, mouths widening unnoticed, witnessing such a desperate fight for the first time.

Compared to Orsted, their adventures seemed trivial.

Even High Class adventurers from large Familias couldn't match this.

Watching Orsted, a surge of passion stirred in the adventurers after their initial shock.

His disregard for injury resonated deeply, embodying an extraordinary adventure they couldn't replicate but could witness.

They shouted toward the battlefield, cheering Orsted on.

The noise reached Orsted even amid the chaos. Glancing over, he saw adventurers on the cliff.

"When did they get here?" he thought, amused.

Fighting while being cheered felt oddly satisfying, like showing off.

Though battered and exchanging blows with the Corrupted Viola, the spectacle thrilled him.

As a Level 2 to the world, fighting a Level 6 monster was a boast-worthy feat.

Whether it raised suspicions or not, letting adventurers see him hold his own filled Orsted with pride.

Suddenly, his stamina seemed to recover, and his combat power surged.

Unsure why, he welcomed the advantage.

The boost tilted the battle.

Orsted began overpowering the Corrupted Viola.

Its dense tentacle attacks, once barely manageable, were now fully blocked.

Unlike before, when he could only parry a few tentacles before dodging with Instant, he now countered and severed them.

"Have I gained a skill?" Orsted wondered, sensing the growing power.

Since the surge, his strength kept rising.

Initially uncertain, he now believed he'd acquired a skill.

New skills were often used unconsciously, as he was now.

This wasn't leap but another boost. With three non-auxiliary magics, it had to be a skill.

He'd had none until now—this was his first.

Excited, Orsted's attacks grew fiercer, steadily overwhelming the Corrupted Viola.

In minutes, he severed its remaining dozen tentacles, leaving it a limbless husk, unable to attack.

Adventurers on the cliff roared with excitement, more thrilled than Orsted.

Ignoring them, Orsted felt a pang of emotion facing the defeated monster.

Raising Excalibur high, he prepared a small burst to finish it.

But then, the Corrupted Viola, silent save for roars, spoke.

"Orsted!"

"!"

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