I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online-Chapter 57: Just Another Tuesday

The knight charged.

One moment it was standing fifteen meters away, and the next it was crossing the distance in a single explosive stride that cracked the ground and sent a cone of displaced fog blasting outward.

Anticipating the strike, Revan immediately threw his weight sideways.

The knight’s sword carved through the space his torso had occupied a heartbeat ago. The black blade passed so close that the lightless fire licking its surface singed the torn fabric on his chest, and the displaced air hit him like a wall, spinning him half a rotation before he caught his balance.

’Damn it,’ Revan cursed inwardly. ’It actually burns? I thought it was just a cheap trick to scare people.’

The knight didn’t stop. It pivoted on its forward foot with a fluidity that something that large had no right to possess and swung again, a wide sweeping arc that came from Revan’s left and aimed to bisect him at the waist.

Revan brought his sword up to meet it.

The collision should have shattered his arms. He’d spent the last hour fighting a creature that hit hard, and every block had rattled his bones and numbed his fingers.

This thing was in a completely different class. The force behind the knight’s swing would have launched him across the field and broken whatever the fog creature hadn’t already broken.

But the gauntlet pulsed.

The cold energy that had been flowing steadily through his left arm surged. In the fraction of a second before the blades connected, Revan felt his body pull a thread of Aura from his core, the way it had done a thousand times in fifteen years of combat, an automatic diversion that every trained warrior performed without conscious thought.

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But what came out was different from what he was used to.

The thread entered the gauntlet and something inside the metal grabbed it, compressed it, spun it through the grooves carved along the surface at a speed that made Revan’s entire arm vibrate.

What emerged on the other side was the same Aura, carrying the same signature, but amplified. Doubled. Tripled.

The thin trickle that Revan’s exhausted body could barely produce was fed through the gauntlet’s channels and came out the other end as a torrent.

The amplified Aura flooded his left arm in an instant, overflowed into his shoulder, raced across his chest, and hit his right arm just as the knight’s blade met his own.

CLANG.

The impact drove Revan backward, his boots carving furrows in the dirt.

’What the hell was THAT?’

Unfazed

The knight retreated to gain leverage and struck again, this time from above, a massive overhead cleave that would have split Revan from crown to groin. He sidestepped, let the blade crater the earth beside him, and swung his blade into the knight’s exposed flank.

The gauntlet pulsed again.

The edge of revan blade connected with the knight’s armor and actually bit. The black metal dented inward. The dark flames shuddered around the point of contact.

The knight staggered a step and a half.

And for the first time since it appeared, it made a sound. A low, resonant grunt that vibrated through its helm and into the fog.

’Holy shit,’ Revan thought, his eyes widening. ’That was one hell of a powerful strike.’

The gauntlet was doing something that shouldn’t be possible.

The knight recovered and came at him again. Faster this time. A three-hit combination, low-high-thrust, each strike flowing into the next with a precision that spoke of centuries of practice.

Revan parried the low, ducked the high, and twisted sideways to let the thrust pass under his arm.

The gauntlet fed him amplified Aura with each movement, responding to the demands his body made automatically, filling the gap between what he needed and what he had.

As the knight readied its next strike, he countered. A short, rising cut aimed at the gap between the knight’s helmet and breastplate.

The knight tilted its head. The blade scraped along the edge of the helm, throwing sparks of lightless fire, and missed the gap by two centimeters.

’I can fight this thing. I can actually fight this thing.’ A fierce grin broke across his face. ’This artifact is incredible. You are seriously amazing.’

For the first time tonight, Revan was hitting above his weight and landing. The gauntlet was turning every trickle of effort into a river of output, and the river was strong enough to make his broken body competitive against something that should have been impossible to face.

But the wheel always turns.

That elation faded as Revan began to feel the artifact’s side effects.

It started as a tingling in his chest. Light at first, almost pleasant, like the buzz of adrenaline after a hard sprint. Then it sharpened.

The amplified Aura wasn’t just flowing through his arms. It was racing through his entire circulatory system, following the pathways that connected every channel in his body, and it was moving FAST. Faster than his body was designed to handle.

The Aura hit his heart on a pass between his left arm and his core, and the muscle seized for a quarter of a second.

Revan grimaced.

’It’s like forcing a raging river through a fragile pipe. The pressure is going to tear me apart from the inside.’

Indifferent to the expression on Revan’s face. The knight swung.

Revan quickly parried and the amplified Aura surged through him again, and this time the current hit his spine on the return trip and his left leg went numb for half a second. He stumbled, caught himself, and barely dodged a follow-up that would have taken his head.

’Shit. Every time it activates, the current runs through a different path. The Aura is looking for the fastest route through my body and it keeps finding new ones. Heart. Spine. Brain stem. Lungs. It’s like being struck by lightning over and over, except the lightning is coming from INSIDE.’

The knight pressed forward.trying to corner him.

Revan parried again and again.

Until the surge passed through his diaphragm and he choked mid-breath, his lungs locking for a full second before releasing.

’I can’t keep using this at full output. If the current hits my brain or stops my heart for longer than a second, I’m dead. Fuck, I hate to admit it. The artifact isn’t trying to kill me. It’s just too powerful for the body it’s attached to.’

He gritted his teeth and kept fighting. Adjusted.

Started controlling the flow consciously, pinching it, slowing the current, trying to limit how much Aura the gauntlet amplified per burst. Less input meant less output meant less speed through his organs.

It worked. Partially.

The surges became smaller, the side effects dropping from debilitating to merely painful. But the reduced output meant his strikes were weaker, his blocks less solid, and the knight began gaining ground. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

It drove him backward. Step by step. Strike by strike.

The advantage Revan had enjoyed for the first thirty seconds was evaporating as he throttled the gauntlet to keep his heart beating.

’I need a middle ground. There has to be a sweet spot where the amplification is high enough to fight and low enough to not fry my insides.’

Revan sighed heavily.

’Finding that sweet spot while fighting for my life. Easy. No problem. Just another Tuesday.’

Revan psyched himself up. He had lost count of how many times he had done it, but it was something he had to do to keep fighting.

That self-encouragement worked—right up until the blazing black figure did something that made Revan freeze.

The knight raised its sword high above its head.

The dark flames on the blade intensified, condensing along the edge, and Revan recognized the motion because he’d seen Sylvia do something identical a hundred times. It was concentrating its energy for a single, devastating blow.

’Dude, don’t the enemies I face always play dirty?’

The blade came down.

"FUC—"

Revan raised Volkar’s sword to block and felt his body do something he hadn’t told it to do.

The gauntlet didn’t just pulse. It ROARED.

The cold energy inside it erupted through every channel in his body simultaneously, Aura flooding outward from every pore, every nerve, every inch of skin. His vision went white. His heartbeat vanished into a frequency too fast to feel as individual beats. The air around him thickened and warped and turned black.

The knight’s blade came down to meet his sword, but stopped an inch apart, suspended by a violent surge of opposing forces. It was as if a wall of impenetrable energy stood between the blades, forbidding them from touching.

The force behind the blow, the concentrated, devastating power of something two tiers above him, hit the edge of revan blade and went nowhere.

The shockwave that should have shattered Revan’s skeleton instead radiated outward, cracking the earth beneath his feet in a perfect circle.

Revan stood in the center. Unmoved. His body wreathed in something dense and dark and vibrating. His eyes, both of them, had gone completely black.

’...Huh?’

He could feel it. The energy wasn’t just amplified anymore. It had transformed.

The cold current from the gauntlet had merged with his own Aura and become something else entirely, something that coated his skin and filled the air around him and bent the fog away from his body in a two-meter radius.

He knew what this was.

He’d done it once before. On a train.

The technique that only two students in Class A had ever achieved. The Final Phase of a warrior’s development.

Aura Manifestation.