Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

In fact, in Carl's opinion, although he and Ian had engaged in a challenge twice, both were simple competitions.

He didn't think he had done anything to Ian to make him try to kill him, although he did hate this guy and wouldn't mind doing the same if the situation allowed.

After all, he did use an array around this place, trying to sabotage him if he ever showed up; although that didn't work.

"Hm? Do I need a reason to kill you?"

Ian was mumbling something as if annoyed while grabbing the Chalice and mana ring from the severed hand when he heard Carl's words, causing him to be confused.

"Hm... if I have to give a reason, I just don't like your existence. But I have to say, you're just like a cockroach, difficult to kill. And... you've got a good helper too."

Ian replied while looking at the Soul ring on his remaining arm, annoyed that even after using his invisible form and catching Carl off guard, he still couldn't kill him.

And he was even more frustrated that he had misunderstood the signal he had received from the system earlier.

'There was no warning from the system when I tried to kill him with my own hands. Tch..'

Ian thought, annoyed.

When that entity called him unbound by destiny, Ian suddenly wondered what would happen if he tried to kill Carl himself.

After all, when he first thought about killing Carl, he had considered asking his Aunt Margaret, who didn't even take Sixth Ring wizards like Ruther seriously.

Then the system suddenly warned him that his destiny was diverging too fast and that he was too weak. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

But now that he just tried to do the same with his own hands, there was no warning.

What did it mean?

Either it meant he was now strong enough to ignore those warnings—which Ian doubted since he wasn't even an official wizard yet—or it meant that his approach of manipulating others to harm Carl had been wrong from the beginning.

So, using his own strength to attack Carl had no such effect.

'Or maybe the system thought I had zero chance of killing this guy in the first place.'

Ian thought while looking at Carl, who seemed solemn after hearing his reply.

His shoulder, which was bleeding from Ian's strike, was already sizzling and healing rapidly, and only a little blood had managed to spill out, even though his entire arm had been cut off at the base.

"Heh... same with me. I don't like your existence either. But attacking sneakily? Tch... such a despicable and cowardly thing to do."

Carl snarled, irritated by Ian's condescending attitude.

Moreover, he believed that Ian had only managed to harm him so severely because of a sneak attack.

So, without wanting to talk anymore, he directly readied his staff, intending to attack Ian with his newly learned First-Ring Spell.

"Hey, do you want help? That soul seems to have recovered somehow. Might cause you some trouble."

Ignysyl saw Carl preparing to engage Ian in battle and offered his help. After all, opponents were two against one.

But still, he didn't think Ian would lose, as even now, he had no idea what other uncommon methods Ian had up his sleeve.

"Yeah, keep a close watch on that soul inside the ring. Can you still use spectral vision?"

Ian asked through telekinesis, as this time he was really going to try his best to kill Carl.

If he missed this chance, who knew when he'd get another?

You know, even now, because of the extreme power drain, Ignysyl couldn't use his Rule or Domain powers to assist him in the fight.

Otherwise, Carl would just be a meat in his chopping board, ready for slaughter.

If it wasn't for Carl's luck playing a role, Ian wouldn't believed it.

But truth be told, even if he could, who knew if he'd be warned again?

That's why, even if he might failed to kill Carl this time, getting some benefit was still within his style.

'Might be able to gain some luck points, who knows?'

Ian thought, making plans. He didn't believe that after his luck power increased, he would still be restricted like this.

"Oh? Of course, I can, although I might not be able to hold him for long."

Ignysyl hurriedly replied, as that much was still possible for him.

"Then, that's enough. Just use your power when I order. I'll handle everything."

Ian said while storing the Chalice and mana ring he had taken from Carl's hand and throwing the severed arm away as if it were garbage.

Carl, of course, saw Ian's move and was quite angry, but he could only activate all his protective amulets and mana shield while chanting his spell.

He hadn't forgotten Ian's unusual attack.

That's why, by the time Ian had grabbed his arm, he had already moved a little further away, staying fully alert.

"Kid, there's something wrong with this guy. Be careful."

Ruther warned Carl while watching Ian through the ring, as his existence was already known anyway.

"I know, old man. Help me if something isn't right. His methods are weird."

This time, Carl didn't get annoyed but genuinely asked for help, as without Ruther's intervention, he would have probably died.

"Okay, still, don't go near him. I have a bad feeling about this."

Ruther had been a Sixth-Ring Wizard when he was alive, so his intuition was far more reliable than Carl's, and he had been getting a bad feeling ever since Ian appeared.

He still couldn't understand Ian's sudden appearance.

The earlier attack was also one of the rarest life-saving passive spells he had developed when he was alive.

Still, Ian managed to take one of Carl's arms right under his nose.

'If only I were in my prime...'

Ruther thought dejectedly, as being cornered like this by such a weak opponent was a first even for him.

"Um."

Carl nodded at Ruther's warning, as he could see that even while he was preparing the spell, Ian was still looking in his direction lightly, as if completely unfazed.

'Hmph, let's see how long you can act proud in front of me.'

Carl thought as he completed his chanting in an instant, causing the surrounding mana to gather toward him rapidly while his staff glowed brilliantly aiding his spell formation.

"Meteor Drip!"