Re:write The Authors Transmigration

Chapter 323: The Fathoms Of Christoper Morris [3]

"Mirage!" As he invokes the chant, a near-perfect copy of himself appears at his side, and they both begin their fight against Uberious.

"Using a single mirage? That’s so unoriginal. Come at me then-"

His words were cut short the moment he felt a sharp speeding attack in the form of a small yet powerful ball of mana. He evaded in time, yet the ever so rampant Christoper Morris pushed through their distance and hurled his right knee. The Mirage he conjured up vanishes the moment it fires the powerful augmented magic orb under his command. Uberious raised his left arm and used his elbow to block Christopher’s advance completely stopping his act

"Nice block," Before Christopher could even land on the ground, he grabbed his alter ego’s head and positioned his right foot.

"You’re far too predictable, Morris-" a crackling sensation quickly rose from the two, and both their heads cracked from a swift and well-executed headbutt.

"It’s so easy to mess with you, Uberious. The way you fight is to counter me. So I’ll just have to do something I wouldn’t do,"

They stood momentarily as the aching in their heads began to subside and Uberious began to openly doubt his judgement. His response was to block with his right arm the moment his foe showed a single movement in his lower limb. It wasn’t a bad choice since no one would try to injure themselves if they wanted to get a hit on their enemy yet Morris proved otherwise.

"Your silence is so loud. But don’t worry. This isn’t how I’ll beat you. Can you predict what I’m going to do now that I can switch things up?"

Without even a warning, the ground beneath shakes the earth bursts to form a spike to impale Uberious. He jumps up to avoid it, but Morris stomps his right foot on the ground, causing the rocks to expand and reach Uberious. However, that choice of his wasn’t enough as the corrupted persona grew wings and easily avoided the slow-rising pillars of spike.

"Idiot you should’ve flown out of that rock formation,"

Morris made a hand gesture to command the stone pillars, but Uberious hardly cared about such a threat. But his wariness grew large as he saw the foot Morris had buried beneath the ground was pouring Chaos outwards. The pillars beside Uberious began to explode and crumble in response, the structure above him can be easily evaded. However, the explosion also sent forth fragments of earth acting like a speeding shrapnel from every direction he could see

"Shit!" Uberious with nowhere to escape from had his wings grew large and covered his body as a means of defense.

"That defense of yours is rather fragile,"

Within the narrow gaps of his feathered defense, he saw a build of pure blue light as three copies aided Morris in casting. The spell he was using wasn’t new, rather it was something in his arsenal that Uberious scoffed at for being weak and predictable. The magic orb began to spun so violently as the Mirage keeps pouring out mana while Morris kept compressing the ever rising power.

"Fighting you made me realized that I’m stagnating. I’ve gotten too strong. It made me rely on my skills without improving or taking some precautions of what ifs,"

Magic has no absolute form, that even the simplest spells reaching its mastery shall spring forth a new application. Christoper Morris having used and known the spells very nature to heart took a gamble, an idea he came on the spot. Use the circulation to harness mana to create the sphere and take it to the extreme, he held the spell in place while his copies kept on pouring mana.

"Can a single marble really pierce the sky?" The moment he no longer held the spell at bay, and gestures his arm to the spells aim, he felt resistance with all the gathered mana

"So you’re taking a gamble on a spell? You know that if all goes south you’re the one dying aren’t you? You still wanna go?" Although Uberious was locked in defending, and maintaining his guard, Morris on the other hand gambled his life for a clean shot.

"Magic Orb..." His hand executed a stance one might take had they got a hold of a sling, and the singular or began to shine brightly upon the first half of the invocation.

"With this mana, guide this sphere to strike down any foe that I loathe, either miniscule or giant, bring them a solemn end,"

The moment he chanted the invocation, the spell lit up, and he waited whether or not he’ll face an abrupt end or slim success. Yet the outcome became both, a large outburst suddenly tore the ground where Christoper Morris lay standing. It left him slightly grazed, saved by the copies he had in position to take the brunt force of the whiplash of creating a brand new spell.

"Told ya! That I’d make sure it’ll land. Original spell; Magic Orb: Sling of David- oh shit!"

The moment he released the spell and it flew off to meet its target, the send off of the spell caused his entire surroundings to crumble. A flash streak of white flew incredibly fast, and without warning it violently pierced through Uberious, and it kept flying upward, until the small compress ball of mana explodes. The corrupted alter ego having faced the shocking pain of Morris’s attack had left his wings ruined and he got buried under the debris and shrapnel alike.

"I guess I over did the whole mana output on that thing. It flew off with such a speed. It’s piercing and damage was insane, but the last part was something else-" A portal suddenly appears in front him, and a blade thrust forward to cleaved through his heart

"Christoper Morris!!!" Uberious emerged through the portal, completely dressed in cuts and bruises yet he still pushed through to drive his blade.

"Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself-" He parries at the right moment as he conjures a short blade wielded by his right hand.

Uberious sent forth his left foot for a kick, knocking him down to the ground. Christoper rolled to his left, the moment Uberious slams his Katana, nearly escaping getting impaled. His corrupted self kept adding pressure with his relentless fast paced thrust, leaving him no room to recover his footing. Instead of fighting to recover, he adds strength to his lower half, and he kicks off the ground and spun his body and did a windmill to trip Uberious up.

"Lol, you seriously got tripped by a breakdancing move?" While he scorned Uberious, he fires a few shots of Magic Orb that’s been easily deflected by his alter ego.

"I’m gonna kill you for that," Soon as he tries to get back in his feet, the solid ground crumbles, and the two plummet from the darkened part of Morris’s mind.

"Sorry for the change-up. But that place was a little too bland for my taste. How bout we duke it out over here?" Surprisingly, they both landed without a problem; their scenery changed from a bland mindscape covered in darkness to an environment that’s awfully nostalgic for both of them.

"I didn’t think I would ever come back to this place. The place where I locked you away for good. The moment that would’ve been my big break if I got accepted for a contract. But no, I got flat out rejected, the first time they read through my book,"

The convention in 2023 was when he pitched the idea for his novel and was later rejected. This setback caused his confidence in his writing to plummet, and he completely lost trust in his ideas. Instead of sharpening his writing style to be clearer and more punctual, he opted to just follow the trend instead of writing what he truly wanted.

"Uberious, you’re my ideas and wackiness that created my story that I locked away that day. I thought that was the reason, but no. I just sucked at writing a good pacing of a novel and so on. So it weirds me out even more the fact that you hated me," He stared deeply in the eyes of his alter ego as if he’s nothing more than an imposter wearing the skin of his personality.

"I know what personality of mine you are. What you’re doing right now doesnt match that part of me. You’re nothing more than the darkness wearing his skin-" A clang of metal broke the silence, Morris blocked the blade from ever reaching him, the longest edge reached his neck, as a small cut appeared near its edge

"Who are you really? You’re so hateful, toxic, bitter, and the more I list down your personality, it almost matched myself. There’s no way you’re actually my alter ego. Because even if my other selves never saw eye to eye with one another, they’d never resort to killing me," Their blades finally broke free from the prolonged clash, with Morris losing the contest of strength, pushed back, he’s left open to being cut in half, yet to Uberious’s surprise, he drove away the approaching blade by a technique foreign to him.

"So, I was right all along. You’re wearing the skin of my other self to make me accept you! How retarded am I to only figure this out now? The Demon King, or should I say, you’re the collective of their will, each incarnation of them, and all the souls trapped in darkness." Uberious sighed as if his patience finally reached its limit, and soon after, the alter ego of Christopher Morris was spat out, and all that remained was Pure chaos that shaped itself into a demon.

"You actually figured it out?" A familiar face made an appearance by his side; it was none other than Excelion De Makino, and before anything else, he applauded his accurate deduction of the matter and slapped a sticker on his face.

"Makino?" Christoper uttered perplexed with how things turned out.

"I would throw you a party, but the trial has yet to end. Fight them, Christoper Morris, the will of the past Demon Kings and their followers. Show them that you are worthy of your title and destroy their attempts to hijack your mind disguised as the impartment of knowledge,"