Rise Of The Villain : In a World Ruled By Anomalies-Chapter 38 : Dungeon Clear

Jordan’s eyes sharpened.

"Activate Probability Sense."

A cold mechanical glow formed in front of him.

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S-Rank Skill

Probability Sense

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Type: Active Skill

Category: Combat Prediction

Description:

Temporarily enhances cognitive processing,

allowing the user to predict the most probable

incoming attacks by analyzing movement,

intent, and mana fluctuations.

Effect:

• Predicts attack trajectory and timing

• Detects feints and follow-up strikes

• Prediction window: 0.5 – 1 second

• Enhances perception and other senses drastically.

Accuracy:

• ~88% (equal-rank opponents)

• Decreases against stronger or erratic enemies

Duration:

20 Minutes (Forced Shutdown) 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Cooldown:

2 Hours

Limitations:

• No boost to speed or strength

• User must react physically

• Multiple enemies reduce accuracy

• Cannot predict attacks outside field of vision

• Mental fatigue increases after use

System Note:

Prediction improves survival,

not guaranteed victory.

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The window vanished.

The world slowed for Jordan.

Arthur’s breathing became clear.

The tightening of his shoulders.

The shift of his weight.

Even the slight movement of his wrist before a swing.

Golden lines appeared faintly in Jordan’s vision — showing where Arthur’s blade would likely move next.

Arthur stepped forward.

Jordan already knew he would.

Arthur attacked.

A fast overhead slash aimed straight at Jordan’s head.

Jordan leaned slightly to the left before the sword fully came down.

SHING!

The blade cut through air, missing his skull by inches.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed.

’He moved before I finished the swing...’

Arthur didn’t slow down.

He spun and attacked low, aiming to cut Jordan’s thigh.

Jordan’s mind calculated instantly.

Step back.

Pivot left.

He moved exactly as predicted.

Arthur’s blade hit the ice instead.

CRACK!

Ice shards flew upward.

Arthur pressed harder.

He faked a strike to the shoulder—

Then thrust straight for Jordan’s stomach.

But Jordan had already seen it.

His hand rose calmly.

"Thunderbind Chains."

KRAAAZZZZTTT!

Lightning burst from his palm.

Four chains of electricity shot forward.

They didn’t move in straight lines — they curved and twisted in the air.

Arthur reacted fast.

He cut the first chain mid-air.

SPARKS exploded.

He ducked under the second.

He spun and sliced through the third.

But the fourth curved sharply.

It wrapped around his leg.

SNAP!

Electricity surged through him.

ZZZZZZZZZT!

Arthur’s body locked up.

His muscles seized.

His vision flashed white.

He clenched his teeth so hard his jaw hurt.

A shout tore from his throat.

But then—

Voidmorph Carapace activated.

Black armor spread across his leg and torso.

The lightning struck the armor.

Most of the energy dispersed.

Still, some of it got through.

Enough to knock him down.

THUD!

Arthur hit the ice hard.

Smoke rose faintly from his clothes.

Jordan pointed.

"Now! Squash him!"

The gigantic wolf obeyed instantly.

It lifted its massive paw.

And slammed it down.

BOOOOOOM!

The floor cracked.

Blood exploded everywhere.

Isabella screamed.

"No!"

Jordan laughed.

But then—

He noticed something.

The blood wasn’t red.

It was green.

Goblin blood.

A chill ran down his spine.

Behind the wolf—

A voice spoke calmly.

"Too late."

Jordan turned.

Arthur stood ten meters away.

Breathing heavily.

Arthur had used Blink at the last possible instant, swapping places with the goblin just before impact — otherwise, he would’ve been crushed into a mangled smear of flesh and shattered bone with blood all over on the basement floor.

The wolf had crushed the goblin instead.

Arthur moved the instant he reappeared.

No pause.

No hesitation.

No wasted movements.

The wolf was still recovering from its crushing strike, its massive weight slightly forward, balance not fully reset.

That was all Arthur needed.

He stepped in sharply.

The blade slipped from its sheath in a tight, direct thrust — no flourish, no wasted arc.

His entire body aligned behind the strike.

Hips drove forward.

Shoulders locked.

Arm extended like a spear.

SHIK!

Steel punched straight into the wolf’s left eye.

Bone cracked.

Flesh split.

The blade sank deep into the skull.

Hot blood burst outward, splashing across Arthur’s face and chest.

The wolf’s roar shook the basement.

Before the beast could recoil—

Arthur twisted his wrist violently.

Using the embedded sword as leverage, he rotated his hips and tore the blade sideways through the socket.

The steel ripped free in a diagonal slash.

SHRRK!

The second eye ruptured under the follow-up cut.

Dark blood sprayed across the frozen floor.

Blind.

The wolf thrashed wildly.

Massive claws smashed into pillars.

Ice shattered.

Debris rained down.

Arthur dropped low.

Instead of retreating, he slid forward beneath the beast’s raised torso.

His palm brushed the ice to stabilize.

The blade angled upward.

With explosive force from his legs—

SHUNK!

The sword drove deep into the underside of the ribcage.

Muscle resisted.

Thick hide strained.

Then Berserk-powered strength forced the blade through.

The wolf’s roar cracked into something broken.

Arthur ripped the sword free and rolled out just as the enormous body shifted.

One front leg stepped forward desperately to regain balance.

That step was its mistake.

Arthur rose fluidly from the roll.

He closed distance instantly.

The blade flashed low in a compact horizontal draw.

SHRRAK!

Tendons snapped.

Ligaments tore.

The leg buckled violently.

The wolf stumbled.

Its massive frame tilted to one side.

Arthur inhaled once.

Deep.

Every muscle tightened at the same time.

He planted his foot hard into the frozen floor.

The ice fractured beneath him.

Ankle rotated.

Knee drove.

Hips snapped.

Torso followed.

The sword came out in a full, devastating arc.

SHRRRAAAAAK!

Steel cut through weakened bone and flesh.

The damaged limb separated completely.

Momentum carried through without stopping.

The blade continued its path.

The remaining supporting leg met the edge.

Another brutal tear.

Bone split cleanly.

Flesh parted.

Blood erupted outward in a heavy crimson wave.

For a single heartbeat—

The giant wolf remained upright.

Its enormous upper body suspended in the air, as if refusing to fall.

Then gravity claimed it.

THUDDDDD!

The body crashed into the frozen floor with tremendous force.

The basement shook violently.

Ice cracked outward in spiderweb patterns.

Blood spread across the ground in thick steaming rivers.

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Absolute.

Arthur stood in the center of the carnage.

Sword lowered.

As he was taking heavy breaths.

The boss was dead.

Silence followed.

Everything had happened in just a few seconds.

Arthur stood there, sword dripping blood.

Even Isabella stared at him in disbelief.

An hour ago he struggled with basic technique.

Now he had dismantled a C-rank boss cleanly.

A massive mechanical voice echoed through the dungeon as the biis was dead.

{ The Boss Gorefang Ravager has been killed. }

The walls vibrated slightly.

{ All surviving participants will receive 10,000 Experience Points. }

Warm energy flowed through Arthur and Isabella.

{ The individual who dealt the final blow will receive 50,000 Experience Points. }

Power surged inside Arthur.

{ Reward granted: C-Rank Skill — Echo Step. }

Knowledge of the skill entered his mind instantly.

{ Dungeon will collapse in 30 minutes. }

The remaining monsters blinked.

The purple control in their eyes faded.

They panicked.

One by one, they ran toward the exit.

As they crossed the threshold—

They dissolved into particles of light.

Gone.

Arthur watched carefully.

’What even is a dungeon? It works like a game stage. Clear the boss. Get rewards. Level up.’

Jordan’s voice came from behind him.

"It’s fascinating, isn’t it?"

Arthur looked toward him.

Jordan’s gaze drifted across the shattered dungeon floor, watching the remaining monsters fade away into particles of light.

"The way these dungeons work... it feels intentional," he said quietly. "Like everything here was built for a purpose."

He gave a small, humorless laugh.

"I guess they’re just another form of entertainment... for those beings who gave us these accursed systems."

Arthur remained silent.

But as he watched the battlefield disappear — monsters dissolving, rewards being handed out like prizes—

He couldn’t help but think...

Jordan might actually be right.

Suddenly a wave of mana surged around Jordan.

A large book appeared in his hand.

It opened on its own.

Pages flipping rapidly.

Jordan looked at Arthur.

"I guess it’s just you and me now."

Golden aura burned around him.

"Only one of us will leave alive."

"Because we both possess the strongest weapon in existence."

"A System."

Isabella’s eyes widened.

"What’s a System?"

She tried gathering mana.

Nothing responded.

Her channels were exhausted.

Arthur rolled his shoulders.

"Let’s get started then."

Inside his mind—

[Host. Only 4 minutes and 50 seconds before Berserk deactivates. Make it fast.]

Arthur clenched his jaw.

Three minutes.

That was all he had left.