FFF Class Auto Hero: The Weakest Class Turned Out To Be The Strongest?-Chapter 35: Moonlight and Shadow

The moon god’s right hand flicked upward, the spear’s shaft spinning to deflect the blow with a resonant clang, guiding it just past his ribs. His left foot slid back slightly, stabilizing his stance, and his right arm snapped the spear’s tip toward Harrow’s throat in a sudden, precise jab—faster than before, as if anticipating the mortal’s rhythm.

『Noting evasion pattern—head tilt, lateral dodge. Adjusting thrust speed by 15%, targeting neck vulnerability.』

Harrow’s head jerked aside, the spear grazing his cheek as his right hand twisted the shadow sword upward, slashing at Lunareio’s extended arm. The god’s left hand released the spear’s base, fingers curling as a burst of silvery light flared from his palm, meeting the sword’s edge with a humming barrier.

The force shoved Harrow’s arm back, his elbow bending under the unexpected resistance.

『Detecting counterattack—arm-targeted slash. Deploying light pulse 0.2 seconds earlier to disrupt timing.』

Undaunted, Harrow’s left hand shot forward, fingers splaying as shadow tendrils whipped toward Lunareio’s face. The moon god’s head tilted back, his right hand spinning the spear in a tight circle to slice through the tendrils mid-air, the blade parting them with a faint sizzle. His left leg stepped forward, closing the gap, and his right arm thrust the spear downward at Harrow’s chest—its angle sharper, its speed heightened, catching Harrow off-balance.

『Guardian: Observing shadow projection—frontal assault. Adjusting spear trajectory 10 degrees downward, accelerating strike by 20%.』

Harrow’s right foot kicked off the ground, his body twisting as he raised his sword with both hands, catching the spear’s shaft just above his sternum. The impact forced his left knee into the dirt, his arms shaking as he pushed back. With a snarl, his right hand tightened on the hilt, shoving the spear aside, and his left fist swung toward Lunareio’s jaw, shadow energy coiling around his knuckles.

Lunareio’s left hand darted up, catching Harrow’s fist just before it landed, the silvery aura around his fingers crackling against the shadows. His right arm pulled the spear back, then thrust it forward again—only this time, Guardian had adjusted the angle mid-motion, aiming not for Harrow’s shoulder but his side, exploiting a fleeting gap in his guard.

『Guardian: Detecting defensive strain—overextended block. Redirecting spear thrust to flank, increasing force by 250%.』

Harrow’s left arm wrenched free, his hand grabbing the spear’s shaft to redirect it, but he was a fraction too slow. The spear’s tip pierced his side with a sudden burst of luminous divine power, tearing through shadow and flesh with a sickening crunch.

The blast shot toward behind him in a patch of blazing hot scorch on the earth.

Blood sprayed, dark and glistening, as Harrow staggered back, a guttural cry escaping his lips. His sword flickered, the shadows wavering as his focus shattered.

Lunareio stepped back, twirling the spear once before planting it into the ground. His mismatched eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Harrow clutched his side, blood seeping between his fingers.

The mortal’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his knees buckling, but he forced himself upright, his right hand trembling as he raised his hood with a slow, defiant motion.

The fabric fell away, revealing obsidian-black skin, stark against the ashen gray of his hair. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

His eyes burned a vivid purple, glowing with intensity, locked onto Lunareio. The battlefield trembled faintly beneath them, the clash of light and shadow pausing for a moment as the moon god tilted his head, intrigued.

Lunareio stepped closer to Harrow.

The god’s mismatched eyes narrowed as he studied the wounded figure before him, his head tilting slightly.

"What are you?

A mortal, yet you give off the foul stench of a realm eater."

Harrow’s purple eyes glared back, defiant despite the blood pooling at his side. His lips curled into a sneer, and he spat out a curse, his voice hoarse. "I won’t answer you, you damned leech of a god."

Lunareio sighed, a sound that carried both amusement and exasperation.

He closed the distance between them in a single, graceful step, his right hand reaching out to seize Harrow by the neck. His fingers closed around the mortal’s throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.

Harrow’s feet dangled, his hands clawing weakly at the god’s grip, but Lunareio’s hold was tight and inescapable.

"It matters not," the moon god said, dismissive.

"All I know is that I’m hungry, and there are more important things for me to deal with than unraveling your little mysteries."

His lips parted, revealing those dagger-sharp fangs and the sinuous, cosmic blue tongue that flicked out briefly. His eyes glowed brighter—purple and blue intensifying—as he prepared to draw out Harrow’s soulflare, just as he had with Veyrn.

But something was wrong.

Lunareio’s mouth opened wider, his head tilting forward as he willed the energy to flow, but nothing came.

No white light, no torrent of soulflare, not even a whisper of essence.

His brow furrowed slightly, and then, slowly, his mouth closed and a smile crept across his face—a cold, knowing grin that sent a chill through the air.

"I see," he said. He released Harrow, letting the mortal drop to the ground with a heavy thud.

Harrow gasped, clutching his side as he struggled to rise, but Lunareio paid him no mind. The god straightened, folding his arms casually behind his back as he gazed down at the figure before him.

"You’re not even here, are you? I must say, I’m curious how you managed to create such a fascinating flesh puppet."

Harrow’s obsidian-black skin glistened with sweat and blood, his ashen hair clinging to his face, but his purple eyes burned with a strange intensity.

He didn’t respond, only stared up at Lunareio, his breaths shallow and ragged, as the moon god’s smile widened, his interest piqued by the enigma sprawled at his feet.

Harrow coughed violently, dark blood spilling from his lips and staining the ground beneath him.

His purple eyes locked onto Lunareio, burning with defiance even as his body trembled on the edge of collapse.

"Gods have been killed many times in history," he rasped. "Now will be no different. The council doesn’t let anything stand in the way of their goals. I send you their regards, moon god."

Before Lunareio could respond, Harrow’s body suddenly convulsed. His chest swelled unnaturally, his obsidian-black skin rippling as though something volatile churned beneath it.

In an instant, he exploded in a violent burst of black flames, the force unleashing a deafening boom.