A Bit Late Chap 19

The world was silent.

Until it wasn’t.

“Level 25 reached. Class level confirmed.”

The voice came not from outside, but from everywhere—deep within Valen’s consciousness. Cool, emotionless, powerful.

“Compatibility detected: Mage essence awakened.”

“Legendary Swordsman and Mage will now combine.”

“You have awakened the legendary class: Spellblade.”

Valen’s eyes snapped open.

No warmth of dawn. No sound of birds. Only the lingering echo of the voice as glowing runes faded from his vision.

He sat up slowly, the hairs on his arms standing on end. The air around him crackled with invisible tension.

His hand flexed—and he felt it immediately.

Power.

Not just muscle and movement anymore. Something deeper. Something older. A current beneath the skin. He clenched his fist and the sensation flared—like a spark waiting to ignite.

“Show me my screen,” he whispered.

A pulse. And then—

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[Status Screen – Valen]

Name: Valen

Age: 15

Race: Human

Affinity: Arcane and elemental(Fire ,water, wind, Earth,lightning)

Class: Spellblade (Legendary) Legendary swordsman and mage

Previous Classes: Legendary Swordsman, Mage (Fused)

Subclasses: Berserker (Unlocked), Duel Blader (Unlocked)

Titles: [2nd Floor Cave Dungeon Survivor], [Elite Slayer]

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Level: 25

Mana: 320

Stamina: 300

Vitality: 240

Strength: 59

Agility: 66

Endurance: 56

Dexterity: 54

Intellect: 44

Willpower: 53

Luck: 23

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Equipment:

• Spider Fang Duel Blades

• Bone Sword

• Leather Tunic & Cloak

• Grade I Spatial Bag

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Class Skills – Spellblade (Legendary)

Passive Skills:

• Arcane Edge: Basic weapon attacks deal bonus magic damage based on Intellect.

• Mana Flow Synchronization: Successful attacks and parries regenerate mana passively.

• Swordmaster’s Flow: Slight mana regen when chaining attacks smoothly.

• Heightened Intuition: Sense incoming danger, read body language, anticipate movement.

• Instinctive Parry: Small chance to auto-parry with ~40% damage reduction.

• 15% boost to all stats (Legendary Bonus)

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Active Skills:

• Quickdraw: Fast unsheathing strike. Now able to infuse element via Spell Weave.

• Precision Slash: Strike weak points with both physical and arcane amplification.

Spell Blade/Mage

Active

[NEW]• Arcblade Surge: Infuses weapons with pure mana when an enemy is struck a few seconds later the cut will implode due mana releasing.

[NEW]• Spell Weave: Allows low-tier elemental spells (fire, lightning, wind) to be cast mid-combat with no chant.

[NEW] Origin Power (Legendary Skill – Mage Core): [Fully Unlocked]

— Tap into the root of all arcane forces. Temporarily enhances all stats, grants a huge spell that emits a heavy aura that scares many.

— Cooldown: 3 days. Duration: 3 minutes.

— Additional effects scale with level and Willpower.

— Uses and needs full mana amount

[New]Rift Spiral 10-meter radius spiral slash around the caster.spins with blinding speed, channeling wind energy through his blades. As he turns, spatial rifts tear open around him, slicing through enemies with distorted slashes from multiple angles. This creates a whirlpool of blade strikes and collapsing space, dealing multi-hit damage and disrupting enemy positioning.

passive

[NEW]Aprasal

Type: Active

focus man into his eyes can see-through low-class illusions, enchantments, and layers of magical concealment. With appraisal, he can assess item grades, hidden effects, enemy weaknesses, Over time, this evolves from a basic item appraisal into a vital combat analysis tool.

Visual: His eyes briefly glow with a faint silver or violet shimmer when active.

Effects: Identifies item rarity, material, bound effects, origin, and value. Reveals low class hidden curses, enchantments, or mimic-type monsters. Can inspect enemies’ resistances, current debuffs, or skill triggers with a high enough level. Grants passive increased drop recognition

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Subclass: Berserker

Passive:

• Fury Drive: Gain Overdrive charge with every strike taken or delivered.

• Unyielding Will: Immune to fear, stun, and control when below 25% HP.

Active:

• Overdrive: Temporarily enhances physical abilities; augments skills.

• Raged Cleave: Sweeping blow that knocks back and staggers enemies.

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Subclass: Dual Blader

Passive:

• Mirrored Movement: Dual wielding improves agility and combo speed.

• Blade Shift: Instantly switch between combat styles.

Active:

• Phantom Slash: Twin-blade afterimage attack that hits twice.

• Duel Parry: Parry attacks from two directions with perfect timing.

• Echo Step: Flash-step that leaves an echo strike if used during an attack.

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Valen stared at the screen, then slowly leaned back on the wall of his room.

Mage...

I now just got it I tried so hard I even gave up on ever getting these mages and swordsman don’t go into 1 class what’s going on.

And yet, the moment the class fused... it was like it had always been there.

The way the mana swirled just beneath his skin...

The way his body pulsed in rhythm with it…

He wasn’t just a swordsman anymore.

He was both.

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The moment he stepped outside, he felt it again.

The wind moved slower around him. The light was clearer. His steps were lighter.

Everything had changed.

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Down at the clearing near the river bend Valen stood in the tall grass. No distractions. Just him, his blades, and the flood of potential now surging through him.

He unsheathed the Spider Fang Duel Blades—black metal catching the sun—and closed his eyes.

Mana flickered along his arms. No chant. No incantation. He didn’t need it.

His eyes snapped open, and—

“Spell Weave: Ignis.”

One blade burst into flame.

He swung, and the fire followed, trailing like a serpent.

“Spell Weave: Voltus.”

Lightning wrapped the other blade. The next strike crackled and lashed the air, shattering a nearby stone post with a deafening snap.

“Rift spiral”

As he spun he was sorounded by wind could see the traces of lightning and fire

Valen charged forward, slashing the air in fluid, blinding arcs.

Step.

Phantom Slash.

The afterimage doubled his attacks. An area of dead burnt grass now laid there

He stopped spinning.

Then paused.

Drunk a mana potion he bought with some money.

Time to try it.

He steadied his breathing, closing his eyes again.

“Origin Power.”

The mana inside him surged. Violently. Like unlocking a gate that should have stayed sealed.

A pulse erupted from him—like a heartbeat that shook the earth. The world dimmed. His vision brightened.

His mind expanded outward, as if connected to every particle in the air.

And with it came a burst of clarity. His body moved smoother. His thoughts came faster. He could feel the world breathe.

And then—

A second surge.

He opened his hand, and a spiral of light danced across his palm.

“I see…”

He turned, slashed with a single blade—and it followed. Hard, fast, controlled.

Origin Power made the world bend to his will.

But it was fleeting. A few minutes, no more.

And just like that, it ended.

The rush faded, and the world returned to normal.

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Later that day, back at home, his mother called from the garden.

“Valen! Are you—what happened to that training post?!”

He blinked, then grunted. “It exploded.”

Elyse squinted. “Did you use your father’s fire powder again you know they’re not toys?”

“No. I used a spell.”

She blinked. “You… what?”

Valen smiled for the first time in days.

“I wanted to surprise you my class is now a mage

His parents ran to hug him they were so happy he got his childhood dream.

They celebrated with what they had he discussed his future with them he wanted to actually go adventure they where sad but supported the decision since they did the same

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Evening fell like a curtain.

Valen sat outside, cloak pulled tight, his gaze drifting to the stars overhead. The cool air brushed his cheek, and the forest beyond Fenward whispered in the dark.

He was ready.

He had the bag. The blades. The power.

He’d reached the point others trained a lifetime for.

But he hadn’t forgotten one thing.

That moment in the dungeon when time slowed. That surge of power. It hadn’t come from any listed skill. It had come from deep inside—something he couldn’t trigger again.

Until now.

Origin Power.

Was that what he’d touched all those years ago in the spider’s lair?

It had only fully awakened now, with the Spellblade class.

But that raised a question—how had he accessed a Mage’s Legendary Core back then if he hadn’t even awakened mana?

He didn’t have an answer.

But the voice in his head—the system—had treated it as if it was always part of him. As if it had been waiting.

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The next day, he walked through the village like a ghost. A hood drawn. Eyes lowered. Not because he feared the people—but because he didn’t want their attention.

He passed children training in the fields, swinging wooden swords. A few adults glanced his way, whispering. Some respected him. Others feared him. Most just didn’t understand him.

And that was fine.

He wasn’t meant to stay.

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By noon, he’d stocked up quietly—ration pills,a few mana cores, dried meat, a refill on potion vials. His spatial bag stored it all, light as ever.

Then, he stopped in front of the forge.

Clyde stood outside, hammering a bent wheel rim into shape.

He looked up, wiped his brow. “You look bigger today.”

Valen raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Not in inches. In weight.” Clyde leaned on the anvil. “Your aura is frightening especially for someone your age. try learning to supress that on your journey

Valen nodded.

His father smirked. The grass in the field behind the house looks like it got hit by a lightning storm.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m leaving soon,” Valen said.

“I know.” Clyde looked away.

Another pause.

Clyde walked into the shed and came back with a small leather case. Inside were maintenance tools—oils, cloths, mini sharpening stones.

“Take it,” he said. “If your blade’s going to carry your name out into the world, keep it sharp.”

Valen accepted it quietly.

No more words were needed.

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That night, he lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow, he would return to the dungeon.

Not for gold. Not for training.

But to test what Spellblade could do at its peak.

Third floor boss? Maybe the Fourth floor? It didn’t matter.

He would push until the dungeon itself recoiled.

And when he left—he would no longer be a kid .

He would be something more.