Rioneed: VRMMORPG

The system didn't reply as it was sure of Ibro's concerns, he wasn't just paranoid, but that was a normal result from the battles he had with demons and fiends. The system started to scout every single place here, and after quite some time it came back to say:

"You are right and wrong at the same time.'

'What do you mean?'

'There are other prints here, but it's not only one, there are a total of three prints here scattered in a triangle formation,' the system explained.

'Three… that's risky,' Ibro muttered while thinking deeply about this problem, as he needed to unleash three sword strikes at the same time, and to do so he needed to use six spells repeatedly. Doing so was risky as he would need time to prepare and then to activate the three strikes.

'Let's use the seal function and I will try to support it for the time needed for you to use the three strikes,' the system suggested.

'Are you sure?' Ibro asked with doubt as he knew his seal function couldn't cover everything here.

'Sure, as we don't need to seal everything,' the system said vaguely, but Ibro guessed his intention, as he said to confirm his idea:

'You will seal the link only, not the whole space here, right?'

'Yes, and by doing so we can have all the time we needed,' the system confirmed his guess. Ibro knew it was risky, as if that fiend had planted another trap here, everything would be lost, but he had no other choice. 

He wasted enough time already; if he used more than he would risk the completion of that strange cloning technique.

'Fine, let's do it,' Ibro said with determination, he would rather risk it in a fight than risk it while doing nothing.

'I will tell you when to start, and I will guide your strikes, so don't bother directing them in a specific direction,' the system said then it went silent. Ibro took a deep breath to calm himself. 

He needed to wrap things here, so he could be free to go back towards the Zeraxos game and look for Sefiera. After nearly half minute, the system said:

'Start.'

Ibro didn't delay as he unleashed his two spells one after another.

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

Three swords with three huge hands appeared subsequently at this gloomy static world, to transform it into a huge disturbed explosive one. The reaction to his spells was very unique, but he long expected that. 

Although he was using the ultimatum form of energy, his enemy was now prepared for this kind of energy.

'Don't stop, use your strikes now,' the rushed sound of the system echoed in his mind, as Ibro compiled at once. He started with the stance, followed by the move, then the strike. 

He repeated this two more times linked together in a harmony. Ibro had used this strike for a long time already, so his proficiency in it reached a high level.

'It's all in your hands now, partner,' Ibro muttered as he watched his three dragon descent sword strikes heading towards three different directions. 

The first strike hit its target and destroyed everything there, and so did the second one. Just as the third one was about to be hit, a strange tremor appeared in this world.

'That fiend is trying to move that print to escape the attack of your strike,' the system said with a tired tone. Ibro understood the intentions of his enemy, as that fiend tried to stall for time until his seal effect vanished. 

It was easy to guess Ibro's ability to maintain such state wouldn't last long, so the fiend was trying to make this print escape to waste precious time in a way Ibro couldn't afford to, so he gritted his teeth as he said with frustration:

'If it decides to play like this, then I will gladly accompany it…Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

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.

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'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

This time Ibro didn't summon three, but thirty swords with thirty huge hands. He decided to go all out, and as his enemy decided to run, then he would corner it and kill it with numbers.

'Guide my strikes to the corner that print and kill it, don't let it escape,' Ibro ordered.

'…'

Ibro started to launch one strike after another; he didn't pause at any moment, so when the thirty strikes ended fast he was very exhausted with rapid breaths and racing heart.

'Did we get it?' Ibro asked with short breaths.

'Yes, you killed it at the twenty seventh strike, but now it's not time to rest or celebrate, you must leave your print now and leave here immediately,' the system said. Ibro was about to ask how to leave his print but he figured something out, so he said:

'We need first to destroy that connection with that fiend.'

'We can't, we needed it to activate the cloning technique,' the system replied.

'If we left here, it wouldn't activate it and would trigger it to explode instead,' Ibro argued back. He was sure that would be the act of the fiend here when it regained its control over this space.

'No, don't worry about that, the wisps of consciousness of that fiend was erased, so there would be no indicator of your interference here,' the system replied.

'Are you sure?' Ibro doubted what the system said, as that fiend was controlling the print and moved it around to waste time.

'Yes, what intervened wasn't the actual fiend, but it was its consciousness here inside that last print. 

It sensed what happened to the other two and so it decided to escape waiting for the real fiend to act,' the system explained slowly, 'the fiend didn't really get any notice about our little action here, and it also didn't sense the interruption caused by your seal function. 

It's safe to act, but we have a narrow timeline here, so don't waste it anymore and give me a drop of your blood.'