Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

Suddenly, just as Lyra and Ian finished chanting their spell, the little mana in the entire walkway began to riot and the remaining water from the earlier vortex froze midair, beginning to form ice midair.

With Ian's input of mana, the frozen ice rapidly reshaped into pointed ice arrows and fired straight at Borris, aiming to pierce him like a sieve.

Since Ian was already at the Third-Class Apprentice level, the ice shards were numerous and fierce, carrying enough momentum to tear through anything.

From Borris's attack, Varn's defense, and Ian and Lyra's counterattack, everything happened so quickly and in perfect sync that no one expected such a sudden reversal—not even Varn.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

Varn looked bewildered. Despite his best efforts to control the situation, it still escalated to this point.

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He was already struggling to deal with one irritating guy—now there were two. And worse, they seemed equally troublesome.

However, since the attack was too sudden and fast, he didn't have time to stop it again—not that he needed to, to be honest.

"Heh... Do you think this low-level attack could do anything to me?"

Sure enough, seeing Ian and Lyra firing spells in sync in his direction, Borris smiled instead of getting irritated, as though he hadn't taken the sharp ice shards seriously in the first place.

"Twing!"

"Click!"

And just as he predicted, the shards struck his body fiercely but shattered on impact against his tough skin. As fierce as they seemed, they crumbled just as easily.

Even a full-on Third-Class Apprentice-level spell could do nothing to him, highlighting how hard his modified skin actually was.

And Borris wasn't even using any shield-type spell yet.

From afar, Ian could see the fish-like scales on Borris's body faintly shimmering and pulsing with mana, seemingly acting as natural armor.

Unlike the barren continent ahead, this place, being closer to the sea, still had a small amount of usable mana.

One of the reasons the ship was stranded at sea, some distance from the actual harbor, was precisely this.

After all, the artifact required mana to operate, and using non-renewable sources would be foolish if there was an alternative.

'Heh... So there is some benefit to this ugliness, huh.'

Ian thought to himself, intrigued.

He didn't take Borris's casual dismissal of their spell seriously. After all, the attack wasn't meant to injure him—it was just a decoy.

"Tch... tch... I thought you were something special with all that tough talk. What was it again? Do you want to pluck my eyes out if I look at your girl?"

Borris grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

He then suddenly grabbed one of the flying ice shards with his bare hand and shattered it effortlessly.

From the smug way he talked, right after getting attacked, it was clear he remained unfazed, almost mockingly so.

"I want to ask—who gave you that confidence? Was it these low-level spells? Or that pathetic excuse for a barrier just now?"

He spoke again as if he was genuinely curious.@@novelbin@@

From the way the shards merely grazed his body, they seemed flashy but completely lacking in power.

"Haha, he doesn't seem to realize his own weight. Did he really think he could take down Borris with such spells?"

"Yeah, kids these days."

"They think everything is full of sunshine, but they don't understand the intricacies behind it."

The crew, watching the fun, didn't forget to mock Ian, adding a little support to the ridicule. Especially the fatso, who was laughing so hard that his belly shook with every chuckle.

"Okay, Borris, no need to escalate this further. This evens it out. Let's stop here," Varn timely added in a calm tone from the side causing the crew members to stop.

Judging by his expression, he didn't think much of the attack either. He just stepped between them, trying to defuse the situation.

The last thing he wanted was more chaos on this ship.

However, today, his persuasion was destined to fall on deaf ears.

"Borris, right? You are quite annoying. But, do you know one thing?"

Although the spell seemed ineffective, Ian and Lyra didn't react with disappointment. They didn't even care seemingly mocking words of nobody's.

Instead, Ian suddenly faintly smiled and said something that sounded casual while looking directly at the ugly bastard in front of him.

"What do you mean?"

Just after Ian finished speaking, Borris suddenly felt a strong premonition of danger, seemingly from nowhere.

As everyone knew, his eyes were special—they could sense danger and respond instantly. His ability to fight and escape tricky situations was top-notch.

But this time, something felt different. Something instantaneous that almost creeped him out.

'How is this possible?'

He thought in disbelief as a sudden, almost fatal sense of danger surged behind him.

The most terrifying part was that his ability, which always gave him an early warning, failed to detect anything from Ian.

It was just his pure intuition as a strong person used to dealing with close encounters that screamed danger at him this time.

"That a villain dies from talking too much."

Just as Borris tried to move out of his position after sensing the sudden fatal danger, he heard Ian's faint words and then felt a sharp object piercing him from behind, striking directly into his heart with absolute precision.

It was so quick and accurate that he didn't even have time to dodge or use any protection—not that it would have been useful anyway, as the attack pierced through his nearly impregnable scales as easily as a sheet of paper.

This was in stark contrast to the ice shards still raining down on his body, bouncing off and shattering on impact.

"Click!"

"Agh...!"

With the successful sneak attack, Borris felt a sudden, searing pain in his heart—something he hadn't experienced since leaving that cursed laboratory.

Still feeling incredulous, he barely managed to glance down, catching sight of a crimson, razor-sharp object embedded in his chest—only to watch it vanish as quickly as it had appeared as if it had never existed at all.

For a moment, he wondered if it had been real or just an illusion, but the searing pain in his heart told him otherwise.

"What... What happened?"