Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

-Boooooooom!

An explosion rang and shook the whole earth around it.

It spread a shock wave out as the collision point was its epicenter.

This was normal, but this intensity was something that was a rare sight.

Something was attacking a boy, and a strange light was blocking his giant hands.

His giant hands held the peculiar white daggers with black and red mixed in both hands.

This creature had attacked with all his might, and this was something that should have been impossible to block.

This was an attack from a higher (purple) ranked creature.

Blocking something of this caliber completely should have been impossible, even for something of the same rank.

But... the attack had been blocked, and this peculiar light that had made a protective barrier around this boy did this.

A golden barrier strong enough to block the attack of such a creature.

An attack that threatened its already passed away life.

This was a boy, but... calling this a corpse was more appropriate than anything.

Just the fact that he could still breathe and be conscious was amazing, as this was something unreal.

He was smiling.

This damn corpse was smiling.

This was a smile of the one that had countless regrets and the eyes that yarned for many things.

But... the glowing white ball of stars was something that told a different story of this fallen soul.

Something was going on in this place, and this boy was at the center of it.

The bow by his side was slowly disintegrating.

The energy from the core was getting channeled through his body, and he was doing something.

This something... could be called the final gratitude of a loyal survivor.

The last try of a brave knight.

Something that few possess and something that most couldn't do, even after facing death countless times.

This boy was doing the last he could, and this last was draining all he had.

His Mana core might not handle this but, it wasn't important in the face of death.

Life was giving up on him, but he still wanted that life.

His smile was miserable, and this last thing was the very last thing he could do.

A skill.

Something that would use a certain power to activate the predestined result.

A powerful skill could do many things, and something was going to happen in this area filled with abnormalities and disaster.

But that didn't change the fact that death was evident for this boy.

The death.

The process where the soul becomes one with nature.

And, the process was already ongoing for this boy that was on the death's door.

His body was cold, the blood was slowing down, and his always calm heart was slowing down.

The reaper would be waiting for him.

Nature was inviting him but... his middle finger was mocking the death too.

Even on the flower-filled deathbed, he wasn't done with life.

The life that had many things more than this demon ahead of him.

His mocking of death and the decision of the world were a sight to behold.

This damn bastard...

-Boooooooom!

The hungry demon, lost to madness, didn't stop after his first attack.

The explosions continued, and the creature repeated his useless attempts at breaking the unbreakable shield.

This was no normal light, nor was the shield something ordinary.

The shield of an ancient tree's gift and it was... a piece of art.

The magnificent light, the design, and all the things about it were gorgeous.

If only this boy with blood-filled eyes could see this, he would admire it again.

Just like he did all his life, just like he did with the slimes that took his life.

He was an admirer, and that was just what he was.

There was nothing that could change the fact that this bastard had done more than anyone his age could.

His flower-filled life turned into dark thrones but, he kept going.

The damn demons separated him from his lovely family, but he didn't break.

He ventured the hell in the hopes to see the light… the light like hope was his salvation.

Now, this child would never achieve what he wanted.

His last attempt was fatal.

To him and also to the creature attacking him.

But, the smile on his face didn't fade away even after he was at the death's doors.

Sure, he couldn't see anything but, his eyes contained the same light they had from the start.

He wanted to live.

He wanted to survive.

He wanted to go back and reunite his beloved parents.

There were many things he wanted to do, and one of them was playing with his little sibling.

The little one he never got to see.

Would that one be a good kid or something special like him and his parents?

He wanted to know this before dying, before leaving them.

This was his second life and… it was on the edge of the end.

He didn't know how they would be but, at least, they were better than his almost dead self.

Well, he was on the death's door, but now the dying light had sparked once more.

"F-fuck... akhem! Off!" He shouted while coughing another mouthful of blood and... something started.

A magic circle too complex to be called magic started appearing at the speed unbefitting of magic.

This was, without a doubt, a skill.

The last skill he might be using in his whole life.

A skill enough to use all the power from the glowing core and the wooden bow.

This was a powerful skill and also something he could only use once at the price of his dear bow.

His bow he had used in this dark forest all this time and something that had saved his life.

The bow was a gift, and its purpose was going to be fulfilled.

A tear of blood slid down his bloody eyes and... the heart that was beating heroically skipped a beat for the first time.

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