Reincarnated As The Hero’s Daughter: Wait, Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

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CLASH!

"Hahh… Hahh… Hahh…"

Allan felt his heart beating faster and faster.

His breath was unstable, his eyes were growing mad in both wrath and fear.

CLASH! CLASH!

The sound of his blade clashing against an even stronger one echoed across a dark, empty castle.

He felt his blood boiling, his body covered on wounds, cursed wounds.

Allan was bleeding and slowly dying, his wounds were not regenerating no matter how hard he tried to heal them.

He was gasping for air heavier and heavier, as the giant in front of him relentlessly swung their massive sword.

"Is this everything the humans have to offer?"

His voice reverberated and thundered across the castle.

Allan froze, sweating all over, bleeding, dying.

His eyes opened wide.

"Pathetic."

A single swing of his black sword was enough, as a massive slashing wave of pure darkness engulfed Allan.

"Uaaggh!"

Allan panicked, putting his divine blade in front, trying to protect himself.

"Allan! Evade!"

"You can’t take that on!"

The screams of Faylen and Shade echoed behind him.

But it was too late.

SLAAASH!

"A-Ah…!"

And then, the slash reached him.

His chest was split apart, his armor shattered into pieces.

His enchantments and barriers? All gone.

His entire body was split apart.

He died.

BOOOM!

An explosion of black flames engulfed him, as he fell into the ground, torn to shreds.

"Allan!"

Faylen’s scream echoed, crying in horror.

Yet.

FLUOSH!

A glistening divine light encompassed Allan’s dead body, recovering it to full.

Divine Protection, the ability to revive from near death experiences.

Only once per day.

It would often trigger protecting the blessed one.

But when an attack was so fast, it would activate after the death of the hero.

"Hahhh… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He kept screaming to himself as he was on his knees.

The armored titan clad in black made his way towards him.

His crimson eyes, glowing beneath his helmet looked down on him like a cockroach.

"Just like the other two bugs… it takes two blows to actually kill you, huh?"

Allan’s breathing suddenly came to a halt.

His blood started boiling.

Flames covered his entire body.

The spirits he had contracted over the years encompassed him.

His being evolved, reaching a new height after his death.

"The other… two bugs, you say?"

He glared at the man; his face full of wrath!

The bodies of two of his friends lithered over the floor of this dark castle.

A handsome man with brown hair, clad in golden armor, which was now shattered, laid dead.

He died with a kind smile; his body split apart.

Arafunn was by his side, crying, unable to do anything after his death.

"Isaac… Isaac… Please don’t leave me… Isaac… Please wake up…"

He froze and fell into despair, everyone was trying to protect him as they fought the armored man.

To the other side of the room, another figure laid dead, her chest and stomach pierced by black spears.

She looked much younger than the rest, and she was the sunshine and life of the party.

A young man with silver hair stood in front of her.

He wasn’t crying, but his eyes…

They were devoid of life, of light, of everything.

"Elise…"

Allan couldn’t take this anymore.

Two of them were already dead!

"They died so quickly, despite having the ability to revive once… Oh, puppets of the gods. I shall give you a swift death. Your suffering ends now. And the resurgence of the demons begins afterwards." ŗäΝОBÈṥ

This intimidating being this monster…

This entity beyond Tier 10.

He was…

"DEMON KING!!!"

Allan’s eyes opened, as he gasped for air.

He found himself resting over a bed inside of Ifrit’s reconstructed castle.

"Finally awake, you bastard?"

Ifrit greeted Allan, as he glanced at his eyes.

"Ifrit?"

"You had that dream again, huh?"

"That dream? What are you talking about?"

"I know damn well what I’m talking about, Allan."

"I…"

Allan glanced at the king of all fire spirits, swallowing saliva.

Yes.

He knew what he was talking about.

That traumatic dream he sometimes has.

About that moment, when all his strength was never enough against that monster.

The Demon King.

"One of the reasons why I’ve been growing stronger without stop was because of the trauma he left on me; I’ve achieved such level of power now. I wish… I could fight him again now, to show him, that humans aren’t weak."

"Hmm, he’s dead Allan, move on already."

Ifrit was direct and to the point.

Allan couldn’t help but smile bitterly at him.

Yes.

Indeed.

He was dead.

"But three of us died… And their deaths, I can’t forget them." Allan said. "No, I must not forget them. They gave away their lives, everything, just so we could win… I have to live for them."

"If that was the case you wouldn’t be here, Allan. You made another promise, to someone else… No, well, not someone else. Him."

Allan knew who Ifrit was talking about, but he didn’t want to admit it.

Although he killed three of them, he was also a victim of this entire war, of this entire scheme of the gods.

"Despite all the hate you have against him, you also feel sorry for him, don’t you? you’re soft like that, master."

Ifrit was right.

Allan could still remember his last words, after everyone ganged on him, losing their lives, losing their divine protections, and despairing.

As his helmet broke apart, revealing an old and tired demon man…

"Please… If you are… truly heroes… Protect them… Please protect my people…"

He had grabbed Allan’s hand tightly.

All the wrath and anger he felt disappeared.

As Allan realized, that the old, crying man in front of him just wanted to protect his family.

"If you are truly a hero, then you will protect my people, or something like that?" Ifrit smiled back at Allan.

"Yeah… I promised that, and I shall," Allan said. "Hence why I must become even stronger. The Gods will not stop until every demon is dead… therefore, I will go against the gods. Ifrit, give me two spirits, strong ones, for that child… She’s half a demon, I must help her."

"I heard ya the first time, you damn bastard," Ifrit laughed, waving his hand.

And then, two entities emerged from Ifrit’s palms.

One resembled a slime made of liquid metal.

The other was a fiery flame in the shape of a genie.

"Take these, they’re perfect for someone like her."

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"Thank you… Ah right! My daughter gave me these… You can have them."

Allan handled a large piece of Fire Spirit Stones, which Ifrit glared at with intensity.

"Why didn’t you offer these to me beforehand, idiot?!"

"A-Ah, I kind of forgot… Hahaha!"

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