The Im Not Main Character
Main Figure IV

Arcturus was monitoring the chaotic surrounding situation due to the strange light earlier.

Even though he had rushed to this place, he was still late.

“Unexpected change of this magnitude.”

It shouldn't be like this. Arcturus made only minor changes to the storyline but was not expected to deviate so far.

‘Is it possible because Jomu didn't immediately go berserk or something like that caused this to happen?’

That is most likely among the many probabilities that exist.

“What kind of creature is this? Looks disgusting once,” Alda said with a face like a person who sees dirt.

Arcturus stared at the creature that resembled a Troll. It was an Undead yet it looked imperfect.

Although the Undead were filthy creatures of darkness and disgust, the one in front of him was not really an Undead.

In his previous life Arcturus had seen this creature on several occasions. Through it he knew who the real mastermind of all this was.

“Sial! Black Fucking Parade!” Arcturus curses and pulls his hair.

“It is an artificial Undead.”

To become an Undead, a dead monster or human would require a very long process that could take over fifty years.

Of course, there are cases where they appear faster because they have regrets in the past or are exposed to certain magic. But the case in front of him is very different.

“Undead artificial? I never knew anything about it,” Alda said confusedly as he stared alternately between Arcturus and Undead.

Arcturus approached Gilbert and removed P3K from his ring. He also explained to Alda while giving first aid.

“Easy is there someone who takes the soul of the Troll and forces him to fight. It could be said that this person forcibly imprisoned the soul of the Troll and made him fight.”

It is a truly abominable way because souls who do not go through these natural processes will experience tremendous suffering. In the past, the Black Parade used such means to create an immortal army.

“They are very vulnerable with holy elements and fire.”

Hearing that Alda's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, “. I who now can not do it at all.”

Arcturus knew very well that Alda could not use his power at all due to the seal on his body. Magic is not possible at all for now.

But Arcturus is not at all worried because the main protagonist is called so not without reason.

“There are other ways to beat it.”

It was a way that was close to impossible to do. It is easier to use the affinity of light, fire or something that has a holy attribute.

But at the moment he is with the protagonist, another way can be possible because he is special.

“What kind of way?” ask Alda.

Arcturus smiled small, “That's a tough way. We need something that can absorb energy.”

The soul can be said to be a collection of energy. Attributes or powers that have the ability to absorb energy.

Alda Carinea had something like that with her.

“Energizing? Does something like that affect?”

“Of course! Such attributes are extremely rare. Other than Artifacts only something that had a part of a dragon alone could have such attributes.”

But the main protagonist is special. Not only did he get a high-level education from dragons but he had a part of the dragons themselves.

“If it is like that maybe I can handle it.”

Alda held the handle of his sword which looked like a black iron stick. He walked towards the Undead Troll leisurely and with only one hand.

“Are you really okay to fight with such hands? I know you are strong but that creature is also not weak.”

Arcturus knew very well the situation experienced by Alda but of course he asked. The reason was simple, Arcturus wanted to release the seal on Alda's right hand without raising many questions.

“Take it easy. Even with my right hand that cannot be used, I can still fight well,” Alda said, sounding like pride.

‘I know that very well. You can even slap Wyvern to tears.’

It was not a mere figure of speech but actually happened in his previous life. Arcturus remembered it as if it had just happened yesterday.

“Tak to use? Well, let's talk about it later. Sorry because I'm not good at fighting so I can't provide meaningful support.”

“Not needed,” Alda said confidently.

The Undead Troll shouted, more precisely perhaps in pain from being forced into Undead.

“You look pathetic. Let me help ease your pain by sending you there.”

Alda gripped the handle of his sword firmly while still walking leisurely. His previously unseen hand muscles began to appear as well as faint veins.

The Undead Troll smacked into his chest like a gorilla and ran towards Alda with all his might. He ran wild as if lost his mind.

The surrounding black shadows overflowed as if knowing that there was going to be a great battle.

Even so Alda remained relaxed because for him the monster was not a problem at all.

“You look pathetic and disgusting with your looks. I didn't like this kind of monster in the first place.”

Alda's steps are getting faster and heavier. He took a deep breath, appearing to see white smoke entering his lungs due to the amount of air he inhaled.

Trolls jump when they are right in front of them. Alda took one step left forward and closed his eyes.

“One attack is enough.”

Clangs!

The sound of a sword blade being plucked from its sheath. A clean and shiny silver bar was shown to the world. With a lightning-fast movement the blade cut the body of the Undead Troll into two pieces.

But not until there, his slash formed a blade of wind and slashed the building in the direction of its trajectory for several meters. The cut is so neat with perfect precision.

Arcturus, Gilbert and the other adventurers who had begun to tend to his own wounds looked on in disbelief.

Not because Alda finished him off in one strike, not because the buildings were cut so precisely. Their gaze was more focused on the rain clouds in the sky.

The cloud was cut off because of the sword. It is not impossible for people to do but requires a lot of effort.

Yet Alda did it as easily as cutting tofu, how people were not surprised about it. Arcturus who already knew about it still creeps because of it.

“This is only a small part of its power alone.”

His attack was not yet all his strength. Had Alda not had the seal on his hands and soul, how terrifying would this woman be?

The main protagonist is called that for a reason. Seeing Alda's power made Arcturus really want to release his seal. Although the soul seal may still be difficult but another story if it is the right hand.