“This guy’s hide is seriously tough! Why won’t it cut?!”

At that moment, melee mages among the adventurers frantically struck every inch of the monster Juelian’s body, while ranged mages launched spells from afar.

Waaah!!!

To everyone’s shock, Juelian’s body showed not a single scratch—attacks vanished like punches into water, utterly futile.

Bang!!!

High magic resistance *and* physical resistance… Guess this monster’s got some real power.

I observed Juelian with mild indifference. For creatures like this, growth manifests in enhanced physique and magical energy. By our ancient era’s ranking system, this Juelian had already reached the mid-juvenile stage.

Roaaar!!!

Boom!!!

With a deafening roar, a terrifying violet beam erupted from Juelian’s maw. Mid-air, it split into countless tiny glowing orbs, scattering chaotically toward its attackers.

“Dodge! Don’t let those hit you!” Adventurers shouted in panic—they sensed the orbs’ crushing power. A single strike would mean agony beyond death.

Whoosh!!!

Juelian vanished instantly. Surrounding sigils and barriers shattered, leaving trails of black afterimages flickering through the air.

Aaah!!! Struck adventurers flew backward violently, blood spraying from their mouths. Only their purchased armor spared them from becoming bloody pulp.

“How is it *this* fast?! How can we possibly win?!”

Watching Juelian’s teleportation, despair washed over every adventurer. They finally grasped the chasm between them and the beast.

“Retreat! We can’t win!”

“How can anyone beat a monster like this?!”

…

Unable to bear the terror any longer, the attackers fled in panic—confidence and resolve utterly shattered.

“I… I will kill… You… are enemies.” In a hollow, lifeless voice, Juelian spoke. Above its head, a massive white magic circle rapidly coalesced.

“Is this… a Saint-tier spell?! No way! Only sages cast magic like this! It’s just a *monster*! Hey!! Am I dreaming?!” A female mage collapsed to the ground, face etched with utter despair.

All adventurers stared upward, jaws slack, faces pale with dread.

No dodging this spell. Their only choices now… wait for death, or stop Juelian—clearly impossible.

“Am I really dying here?”

“Help!!! I don’t wanna die! I’ve got a wife *and* a mistress to support!”

“Someone save us… Waaah…”

Emotions crumbled into raw despair. Though hardened warriors, even they faltered before life and death.

No one wishes to die. The will to survive is humanity’s most primal instinct.

“Time for me to step in.” I rose and teleported instantly beneath the magic circle.

“Who… who is that?!”

“Holy crap—it’s that guy with zero magic! He’s still here?!”

…

Every adventurer gaped in disbelief. How could a “useless” magic-less nobody stand before a Saint-tier spell? Was he insane?

Zzzzt!!!

The magic circle unleashed a dense storm of crimson lightning. The sky darkened, choked with ominous storm clouds.

“Absorption Magic—Focus!” I thrust a hand skyward and clenched my fist. A violent suction erupted, pulling the crimson bolts into a swirling vortex above my palm.

“Oh my god… What *is* this?!”

“Does magic like this even exist?! Who *is* he?!”

Speechless, jaws hanging open, eyes bulging—they could only stare at the impossible.