Picking up Girls With My System

Arthur's level of power was far beyond the Bone Lord's expectations. For him, as a demigod, there shouldn't be anyone capable of harming him in that realm, yet someone was doing exactly that.

The sword slash broke at least seven magical barriers, and its power did not diminish even after that. It hit the skeleton on the chest, sending him flying where the dark race army was.

A pile of bones hit the army, killing some creatures with just the impact. It did not hurt the skeleton that much, but differently from before, he took damage now, and a lingering fear rose within his heart.

Who was he? A demigod was like a legend, yet someone had damaged him for the first time in centuries. The Bone Lord wanted to find a grave and hid in it, like the skeleton he was.

Arthur could not care less about what the skeleton was feeling, even more considering his state of frenzy. All he wanted to do was finish the miserable life of the Bone Lord.

After a few creatures from the dark races were killed with just the impact of the fight, they started to retreat, returning to the dark lands, looking for a safe place to hide.

Only Arthur and the Bone Lord remained, exchanging powerful blows that could wipe an entire army.

A spectral sword came out of the skeleton's wand, cutting Arthur's left arm. The Bone Lord rejoiced after seeing that, but it only lasted a second as the army flew back to its original spot, mending it completely.

"What monstrous healing!"

Not even he or the other demigods had a similar healing speed. It was beyond common sense, which increased the lingering fear inside his heart even more.

Arthur kept slashing using his black sword without much thinking. His moves were predictable yet so fast that it was impossible to dodge, even if one knew where the attack would come from.

In front of actual power, that did not matter. The Bone Lord tried to defend against the attack, waving his wand to create magical barriers and shields, yet all of that perished when in contact with the sword.

Their exchange continued until the Bone Lord was full of scratches, and he even lost his left arm.

"The more we fight, the stronger he gets. How? This is impossible. This can't be happening. I can't lose!"

It was something he never thought would happen, even in his wildest dreams. A demigod losing against someone on that plane? How was that possible?

Countless skeletons of all types crawled from the grounds, rushing towards Arthur, trying to fend off his attacks, and buy time for the Bone Lord to cast an even more powerful spell.

The idea was great, yet no matter the type of skeleton, it could not last a single hit from Arthur. Still, it worked in the end.

When Arthur had finished taking care of the skeletons and was ready to attack the Bone Lord, the mud beneath him moved, trapping his feet, which made him unable to move.

He tried to exert his strength, but only small cracks appeared. It would take him at least 3 seconds to fully break the spell.

"Hahahahaha. Can't you escape? Now, eat this for me."

Arthur's enemy was already counting victory, not knowing that mere spells did not work against the lord of dragons.

The Bone Lord waved his wand, and eight circles appeared before it. It was a level of spell that the realm had never witnessed before. If a tier 7 spell could wipe an entire army, what would a tier 8 spell do to one individual?

That was why the Bone Lord did not see how that fight could end the other way around.

"Die now. After I am done with you here, it is time for the rest of your friends!"

An immense bone spear launched from the magical circles. It was as big as a city, and one attack could wipe an entire town. It was a type of attack that would change a place forever.

The Bone Lord was proud of his attack and was proud of being a demigod, yet, he was only a demigod in the mortal realm, a place where the strongest beings were only but seven circle mages.

Being considered an eight-circle mage, he could do whatever he wanted in that realm.

However, against all odds, Arthur stopped the upcoming attack. A gigantic mouth of the same black substance that covered his body emerged, devouring the immense bone spear, an attack that could destroy everything yet was useless against Arthur.

"How?"

The skeleton knelled, helpless. He had used a large portion of his mana to cast that attack to be easily fended against. How was that possible?

"I-I guess this is my fault. I never managed to reach the ten circles to leave this useless realm…."

"I know you are mindless now, Placidusax, but hear me out. Perhaps when you recover your sanity, you will remember these words."

While the skeleton was talking, Arthur slowly made his way toward him to end his life.

"The dragons did not die. They weren't from this realm in the first place but a higher realm. They built the dream realm so that other beasts could survive there, and they were the reason why mana is in the atmosphere of this planet in the first place,"

"I know about this because I plotted against you back then, and the dragons made you, their lord, sacrifice himself so that they could run."

"These gods you see here aren't but a sliver of conscienceless they left behind,"

"The mortals here say that the seven circles are the limit, but the real journey only starts after the tenth circle, and you will have a long way to reach the top and uncover the truth,"

"It was a good fight; perhaps we can meet each other in another life."

When on the brink of death, the Bone Lord remained of the past, and sadness was visible on his face, utterly different from his previous actions.

"You know, I did not bear a skeleton but turned into one, and when seeking power, my personality changed; I- I hope my family can pardon my actions… ."

"Goodbye, Placidusax, and I hope you can reach greater heights than me in this life."

After he was done talking, Arthur was in front of him and slashed the black sword down, cutting the poor skeleton in half.

The Bone Lord had no idea if these things he told Arthur would remain inside his mind after he returned to sanity, but it did not matter. He was dead now, and he regretted all of his sins.

He truly hoped that his parents would forgive him in the afterlife.