[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 281: The Impersonator in the Mirror (2)

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The room was filled with the clanking sound produced when his swords collided with each other.

Cryll and his perfect imitation are clashing swords with each other. Cryll slashes horizontally, but the impersonator fends it off very easily, before finally giving a kick to the left side of Cryll's body.

Bouncing to the side for a moment, Cryll attempted to improve his position in the air and landed smoothly after smashing several mirrors in his path.

"Honestly, you're scared, aren't you? "

The impersonator smiled at him as he stepped forward carrying a sword. Every step he took was like being able to destroy the mirror he stepped on, but he seemed to not care about it.

His gaze focused on Cryll who was also staring at him.

"Fearful? "

Cryll understands the point, but pretends not to know to test how far this copycat is capable of acting.

"Fear of what? "

He got up, and prepared to attack or even survive the impersonator's attack.

As if he had guessed his intention, the impersonator smiled even more.

"Freely hid. I am you, and you are me. We share the same thoughts and memories. Therefore, I know everything you feel."

His smile sharpened, and the impersonator bowed slightly. Just a few seconds after, the impersonator figure had been before Cryll, swinging his sword with a wide movement.

"You're afraid to find out why Noelle left," he said in a very cold voice, making Cryll feel a strong tremble all over his body.

"For you, Noelle is an irreplaceable rival, someone who excuses you to become stronger with each passing day. Her role in your passion to gain strength is far greater than Stella."

One slash landed on his skin, but fortunately the wound was not too severe as Cryll was still able to withstand the attack with his own sword.

"Isn't that what the teacher said? "

Another slash landed at the base of his arm, and this time Cryll barely lost his balance due to it.

"When you find something that makes you want to get stronger, you should always take care of it. But, you're afraid to find out why Noelle left."

"You don't care at all about those behind you. They're nothing more than tools you use as excuses. You're looking for Noelle for yourself, without thinking of them."

Cryll leaps backwards, but the impersonator calmly swings his anchor chain until the end of the anchor scratches Cryll's cheek. This made Cryll inevitably recalculate his strategy.

The most troublesome thing about this is not the power of the impersonator, but rather the incitement for the sake of incitement that keeps coming out, as well as his similar way of thinking so as to know what Cryll will do in the next step.

If Cryll and this impersonator were pitted against in a chess match, one hundred percent of the impersonators would win by a landslide.

This is because he is a perfect imitation of Cryll, so it is able to predict all the things he will do.

"At the end of the day you're just a selfish boy who cares about yourself. Why should you bother hiding your true reason from them? Wouldn't it be easier if you were honest? "

The anchor stuck right in the mirror frame, so it was quite strong. Eventually, the copycat made use of it to pull himself closer to Cryll's place.

Now they are at a distance that even their hands can touch each other.

The impersonator looked at him with very empty eyes, making Cryll himself shudder in horror.

Has he ever made such a face before? It was completely empty, so Cryll was doubtful whether his face was lifeless or not.

Without him noticing, the impersonator had been holding his head with both hands, and was looking at both of his eyes intently.

"Fuck all that. Just think about your own business."

The impersonator then slams his own head into Cryll's head, making Cryll shudder backwards, and holds his forehead in pain.

Blood flowed out from their foreheads, but their reaction was not so severe. Each one just took a few steps back, and prepared for the next fight.

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From the beginning, Cryll wasn't the one who thought about what others said about him.

Even if someone insulted him, he would remain silent as long as it had no effect on his own life.

Their bad words are just like the wind passing by for him who wants to live without the burden of thought.

Therefore, when the impersonator whispers various incitements into Cryll's ears, Cryll is barely affected.

He was only speechless because this copycat had made him aware of the fact; that Noelle's role in his life was far greater than he himself had imagined.

Cryll cleaned the blood dripping from the corner of his lips, and again swung his sword in a very smooth motion, like a stream of water in a calm river.

However, his attack was repelled with a similar but not the same movement.

Undoubtedly, it was a movement of the same fighting style, just that the way it was used was different.

Cryll swung his sword horizontally from left to right, while the impersonator directly exerted strength from top to bottom, making Cryll's sword vibrate violently before finally sticking it in a mirror frame made of wood.

Not stopping there, the impersonator again slashed in the same motion, but this time he swung his sword diagonally from the bottom right up.

Cryll reflexively fends off with another sword in his hand, then jumps back after finding the right moment.

There was a different sword in each of his hands. And as Cryll tries to think about how to break through the copycat's defenses, he realizes that his weapon isn't just one.

Cryll pulled out another sword he had hung around his waist, and brutally threw it right at the impersonator.

"You should have known it was a waste" said the impersonator as he raised his sword blade to head-high to protect himself from Cryll's sword throw.

"Of course I know that. I'm not Noelle who can at will use a sword as a projectile weapon. But, I can still do this! "

The sword he threw was back in his hand. Apparently, there was a very thin thread connected to the tip on the handle of the sword.

"Yet? When did you prepare it? "

"Just now."

Cryll knew it would be futile to fight the impersonator with his true strength. Therefore, instead of expending his full strength, it would be best if he improvised his way of fighting in the middle of a battle.

It's a gamble, but Cryll has no other way to win. He needs to finish it as soon as possible.

He still did not know whether this impersonator's power was only limited to his strength before going into a place full of these mirrors, or would be automatically updated following his progress every second.

If this impersonator was just a perfect imitation of him, then this would be a simple matter. But, if it was as Cryll feared, the results would be different.

(My fighting style, 'Grimald House' is a type of fighting style with infinite use. But, can this copycat apply a new way of fighting with this style? )

The Grimald House fighting style was something that was passed down to Cryll by an ascetic named Bernadict Grimald.

Cryll learned from the hermit for more than two years, and managed to adapt almost all the techniques necessary to master his fighting style so effectively. Although there were some techniques that he had yet to master, overall, the value for Cryll in the application of the Grimald House technique was one hundred points.

Cryll did not feel the slightest pride for his achievements that managed to shock the impersonator. Instead, he remained calm and stepped forward in a position ready to attack at any time.

He swung his sword diagonally from the lower left, and the impersonator deflected it well. But Cryll did not stop. He continued to give slashes at the impersonator, until finally the impersonator jumped back because a sword that suddenly came piercing from above his head.

It's barely. If only the impersonator had not moved in time, then his head would have been instantly destroyed.

"What's really going on? "

The impersonator frowned while questioning the situation. Even so, Cryll only responded with an arrogant smile.

"Look who's a loser now. If you're really a perfect imitation of me, then you should've been aware of what happened."

Cryll's guess is right. The situation will go well after this. He just had to constantly improvise his way of fighting.

Even if it was perfect, the impersonator only had 8 of his strength until the moment before he entered this place. Which means, the 'imitation system' equipped on it will only work before Cryll enters this mirror-filled place. The ability or everything he imitates will not experience any updates.

On the contrary, due to his amazing adaptability, Cryll can continue to evolve endlessly. Which means, ever since Cryll entered this place, he had experienced a clear progression beyond that copycat ability.

"Hehe, that's good! "

The impersonator grinned sharply at Cryll, and got into a ready-to-attack position.

Finally, the two of them advanced simultaneously, and the twang of their colliding swords became the only source of sound in that place.

Each of them moved so fast, that their reflections were completely invisible in the mirror. In fact, their steps were so light that there were no cracks whatsoever on the mirror that became the floor.

Cryll swung his sword in order to deceive, then slashed it with a small dagger the size of a palm.

His sword was avoided easily, but the dagger managed to scratch the impersonator's neck to bleed a large amount.

"Ohh, do you intend to kill me? "

Cryll smiled sincerely, either at the impersonator, or at himself. "I've decided it."

While the impersonator was still holding his neck which kept bleeding, Cryll was already in front of him.

Cryll couldn't use healing magic, and he also didn't have any abilities related to regeneration. That means, a copycat who adapts all his abilities will also not be able to heal himself.

The impersonator was about to slash and jump away from Cryll, but Cryll had already grabbed his head with his own two hands.

"Everything you say is true. I was afraid to know. But, whether I'll find out or not, it's business later. I have to finish what's in front of me. Also, about your words earlier, it is true that I am looking for Noelle for my own sake. But, I still could not turn away from those who were waiting for my presence behind. All of them, they're waiting for good news from me."

Stella, Olivia, and Chloe are still waiting for him. They are all still waiting for the good news from Cryll, that Cryll has managed to find Noelle.

Until the mission is complete, Cryll will never turn his back on them. Because this is a form of pride and self-esteem that he has.

Something very simple, but the reason for continuing to fight for his goals until now.

It was true, he could not deny if what the impersonator said, but at least Cryll still had an awareness of himself. He still had a place in his heart to put other priorities aside from his own selfishness.

"I thank you for awakening me. Peranmun ended up here. I don't need your words anymore."

The copycat did not put up any resistance. He let Cryll thrust the sword right into his heart.

Before long, the body of the impersonator shone faintly, then turned into shards of glass that fused with the surroundings.

Cryll who is now alone in a place filled with mirrors can only breathe freely.

A grueling fight. It may have lasted much longer than he thought.

To be honest, Cryll wants to rest here right now, but he can't because he's aware that he's not in the right place.

Cryll looked around. Many mirrors were already broken, with fragments strewn across the floor. Undoubtedly, it must have been his former fight with the impersonator.

"How do I get out of here? "

Cryll picked up a single mirror fragment on the floor, and noticed his own face reflected there.

His face looked dull, with a very clear trace of fatigue around his eyes.

After staring at his own face for a rather long time, Cryll finally figured out a way to get out of this place.

This place should still be included within the dungeon area, so that way would most likely work.

"If not mistaken, the name of his honor is .. 'You are the intruder of the outside world. Who loves fairy tales and the past.' That, right? "

An honorary name consisting of only two verses. It was the honorary name of 'He Who Loves Fairy Tales and the Past', the figure who created this dungeon.

After making sure there were no errors in His name, Cryll went back to pronouncing the name in Ancient Minerva.

"You are the intruder of the outside world. Who loves fairy tales and the past."

His magic power was instantly drained, almost empty. Cryll's throat was like he had just swallowed a hot iron covered in blood. In addition, his eyes, nose, and ears also felt very hot.

Blood began to flow out uncontrollably, and Cryll was left in a condition that could barely contain his pain.

Before long, the mirror fragments on the floor began to glow, and each of them turned into particles of light which then floated and gathered before Cryll.

All the particles of light gathered together to form a gate of light, with whispers that seemed to call Cryll.

The pain in his body had disappeared, and Cryll had already confirmed that this gate was the Spirit Gate that was the means to get out of this place.

Without hesitation, Cryll immediately stepped his foot through the gate, and his consciousness instantly disappeared.

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As soon as he woke up, he was already in the same room before he was sent to a place full of those mirrors.

Cryll immediately wakes up and moves away to prevent an unwanted accident, and then becomes aware of something,

In one of the mirrors displayed on the wall, instead of reflecting the one in front of him, the mirror actually showed a very dense darkness.

Unable to see what was on the other side, Cryll was about to walk away from him. But then he realized that the mirror was not there before he went into a place full of mirrors. The mirror filled with darkness only appeared after he came out.

"Is this the way? "

Cryll hesitated, but remained curious.

In the end, he chose to approach the mirror.

As before, there was still nothing in sight, and Cryll also did not feel anything strange from him. However, somehow Cryll couldn't just ignore it.

"Ahh, fuck! "

Cryll groaned for a moment, then without hesitation immediately jumped into the mirror filled with darkness.

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