If it excites you and scares you at the same time, it might be good to try it.
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Snap.
A sound too small to matter, too sharp to ignore.
Reality buckled around it, then folded like wet paper.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Not shadow. Not night.
A total, manufactured blindness like someone uncorked a bottle of ink and let it spill directly over his eyes.
The air had no dust. No scent.
It felt newly created, as if someone had just now decided air ought to exist.
Lynn steadied himself, boots planted, posture straight.
The mana under his skin hummed, calm and obedient.
Everything else was gone.
The kid was gone too.
Lynn breathed out through his nose, the sound small and irritated.
"So now you blind me."
His voice didn't echo—it vanished midair.
"A child's trick."
Then—
HOOOOONNNNNK.
A single horn blared through the void.
Then another.
Then a dozen.
Then a hundred.
The dark vibrated like a pit full of metal beasts waking up.
Light tore through the nothing.
A truck massive, chrome-fanged barreled toward him with malicious purpose.
Lynn didn't blink.
At three meters, he lifted a finger.
BOOM—WHUMP—CRASH.
A shockwave erupted from his fingertip, violent and effortless.
The truck's entire front half crushed inward, folding like tin.
It flipped, skidding into the void until sound itself seemed to choke on the impact.
Lynn lowered his hand again.
"Next."
Engines answered him.
Dozens roared awake, unseen until their headlights snapped on, dotting the darkness like predatory eyes.
The ground vibrated beneath him, rumbling like the void had lungs.
Cars.Buses.Vans.Trucks.
A mechanical stampede.
They came all at once.
Lynn stepped aside one graceful, dismissive shift.
A hatchback shrieked past, skidding off balance from its own speed.
Lynn flicked a finger.
The roof collapsed inward like clay.
A bus lunged at him.
He slapped the air.
SKREEEEEECH—THUD.
It twisted sideways, metal screaming as it toppled with sparks.
More engines flared.
Lynn slipped between two rushing cars, moving with an indifference that bordered on insulting.
He didn't even care if they hit him.
His mana shield shimmered with each near-miss, dust rippling off his white clothes.
A van surged from behind—
He swiped the air.
The vehicle snapped backward, flipping like a toy tossed by a temperamental god.
But then—
A truck slammed into him from the side.
CRASH.
His mana barrier held perfectly,
no visible pain nor injury.
But the force launched him across the void.
He skidded along invisible ground, sparks and thin trails of mana flaring beneath his feet.
Before he could anchor himself, another vehicle hit him from behind.
Then a car clipped his knee.
Then a bus rammed his back, pushing him like an object rather than a threat.
Two cars from opposite sides closed in like a vice the instant he regained footing.
His shield held.
His body remained untouched.
But the frustration,that landed perfectly.
The momentum owned him.
The physics of this place bent to someone else's amusement.
His jaw clenched.
His voice was low, cold.
"Fuck your… world."
Another car slammed straight into him, dragging him backward.
His mana flared brilliantly, still no damage, still no blood.
He felt something else,just that grinding reminder:
He was overpowered in a place not his own.
A place with rules written against him.
A place where mana wasn't absolute.
A place where someone else had the authority to mock him using reality like a paintbrush.
But the world never cared,the cars kept coming .
Hit...Shove...Push.
Not pain—
but something worse.
A reminder that strength meant nothing if the world itself belonged to someone who thought this was funny.
"Enough."
Lynn slammed his palm onto the invisible road.
A golden shockwave erupted across the landscape.
A perfect expanding ring like a miniature sun detonating outward.
BOOOOOOOOOM.
Ground cracked.
Vehicles bounced like pebbles in a storm.
Steel screamed as it was thrown skyward.
Lynn rose slowly, breathing heavier not from exertion, but indignation.
A faint buzzing drifted from above.
A drone's whine.
Then a voice:
"Wow," the kid said, far too pleased.
"You're like a golden pinball."
The darkness peeled just enough to reveal him standing on top of a hovering drone, arms crossed like some smug deity.
Night-vision specs glowed neon green.
They scanned Lynn constantly, humming as they gathered data.
The kid waved.
"Don't mind me. Just observing."
Lynn glared upward.
"This is not a fair fight. It's mockery."
"Oh, but if you fail?" The kid tapped his specs.
"Then it becomes perfect mockery. And so far, you've been failing adorably."
Engines roared anew.
Headlights flared.
Vehicles prepared for the next round.
And Lynn's patience already stretched thin,finally snapped.
"This ends now."
Mana surged up his arms -gold, sharp, and angry.
The ground glowed beneath him, runic fractures spreading in perfect geometric lines.
The kid tilted his head.
"Oho? Grown-up magic time?"
Lynn ignored him.
He opened his palm.
A golden spark appeared.
Small.
Quiet.
It expanded.
Twenty meters.
A hundred.
A kilometer.
A golden magic circle engulfed everything, the runes spiraling like burning constellations. Symbols rotated like gears of an ancient machine.
The approaching vehicles froze mid-charge—trapped the instant their wheels touched the light.
Suspended.
Helpless.
The kid's smile faltered.
Lynn lifted both arms.
The circle sharpened,then descended.
The entire world groaned.
The kid's drone wobbled, nearly dropping him.
"HEY.....OKAY...STOP.....WAIT—THAT'S—"
Lynn didn't hear him.
He pushed down.
KRZZZZZZZZZZZZ—BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Light devoured the void.
Buildings whether it was real, fake or imagined, it didn't matter crumbled into golden dust.
Roads split.
Highways buckled.
Skyscrapers folded inward.
Vehicles shattered into sparks.
Engines disintegrated into glowing powder.
Glass evaporated into floating embers.
A golden shockwave rolled outward, flattening everything, erasing the entire city like someone wiping chalk from a board.
When the light died—
Silence.
Golden dust floated like snow, settling over a crater where the illusionary city once stood.
The kid hovered on his flickering drone, hair blown back, specs cracked at the edges.
For the first time, he looked genuinely speechless.
Lynn stood beneath him, wrapped in fading gold, eyes calm and sharp.
Mana dispersed around him like exhaled sunlight.
"What's.....next?" he said quietly,
The void-city was gone.
The kid swallowed, staring at the devastation.
"…Okay...maybe,just maybe I kinda underestimated you."
"You sure did,brat."
The drone beeped fearfully under his feet.
The kid steadied himself, then grinned anyway because arrogance refused to die that easily.
"Well…" He tapped his broken specs.
"…round three?"
Lynn stepped forward, walking through the settling golden dust, expression dangerously calm.
"Bring it..Kid."