Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

The twin emerald beams tore through Natalia’s outer harmonic layers, shredding the luminous staff-lines she had layered across the battlefield.

The air screamed as the condensed pressure distorted space itself, golden-black edges slicing through the resonance like serrated glass.

Natalia did not retreat.

Instead, her figure blurred—not by speed alone, but by rhythm. Her body seemed to slip half a beat out of sync with reality, overlapping silhouettes flickering in subtle offsets. The beams punched through two afterimages before grazing her shoulder on the third. Her coat tore at the seam, a thin streak of blood tracing down her collarbone before luminous resonance sealed the wound in a wash of golden light.

She slid backward through the air, boots carving glowing musical lines in her wake.

Green Horseshit grinned savagely and vanished, reappearing directly in front of her with terrifying precision. All four fists descended at once, emerald pressure compressing the space between them until it felt like a star collapsing.

Natalia lifted her baton and drew a tight circle in the air.

The instruments orbiting her answered immediately. Harps hummed low. Drums rolled with gathering thunder. Flutes shrieked into high frequency. Violins trembled.

A dense sphere of layered resonance formed between them just as his fists crashed down.

The impact shook the colosseum.

The sound-sphere buckled, cracked, and trembled under the raw weight of Tier-10 force. The emerald glow around his additional arms flared brighter as he forced through the resistance, grinding his fists deeper into the harmonic barrier.

Natalia’s eyes narrowed.

She twisted her wrist.

Instead of resisting further, the sphere shifted.

It began absorbing.

Every ounce of kinetic force, every vibration from his descending strikes, every shockwave pressing inward was drawn into the structure and converted into layered resonance.

The instruments around them trembled violently as the energy was redistributed through the formation.

Green Horseshit’s grin faltered.

The absorbed force returned.

Not as brute counterforce, but as multiplied harmonic feedback.

A concussive burst detonated outward, launching him upward through the arena in a violent streak of emerald and bronze. He tore through floating debris and stabilized mid-air, breathing harder now, crystal dust falling from his shoulders.

The crowd roared.

His expression hardened.

Enough of testing.

His emerald aura condensed inward, tightening around him until the chaotic glow sharpened into a focused, almost blade-like radiance. The golden-black patterns in his new arms pulsed in unison as he drew in residual energy from the battlefield. Shattered crystal, molten residue, lingering fragments of earlier detonations—everything funneled toward him.

The air grew heavy.

Oppressive.

Even from below, Almond felt the density shift.

“He’s compressing all attributes into one decisive strike,” Ainen murmured.

Above, Green Horseshit clasped his upper hands together, the lower pair mirroring the motion. A massive emerald sigil spiraled between them, layered with rotating glyphs and serrated geometric constructs that radiated lethal intent.

“This ends now,” he growled.

He thrust forward.

The sigil detonated into a tidal surge of condensed emerald annihilation, its golden-black edges slicing through the spatial fold like a guillotine tearing across the sky. The arena boundary flickered violently under the strain.

Natalia inhaled.

The instruments around her slowed.

Then stilled.

One by one, they dissolved—not shattering in defeat, but deconstructing by design. Harps unraveled into threads of luminous string. Drums melted into rolling waves of low-frequency pressure. Flutes fragmented into razor-sharp beams of treble light. Violins unwound into spiraling harmonics.

All of it converged behind her.

A new structure formed, towering and radiant—a fusion of cathedral organ, grand piano, and celestial conduit. Pipes of light arched upward. Strings of starlight vibrated in perfect alignment. Resonant chambers pulsed like a beating sun.

Natalia lifted both hands.

The emerald annihilation wave roared toward her.

She brought her hands down in a controlled, deliberate motion.

The formation answered.

A singular, impossibly pure harmonic tone emerged—not loud, not explosive, but absolute in clarity. It expanded outward in a smooth, luminous plane of white-gold resonance, meeting the emerald surge head-on.

For a heartbeat, the two forces locked.

The emerald wave trembled.

Vibrated.

Its slicing edges began to destabilize, golden-black serrations flickering as the harmonic plane pressed forward with unwavering precision.

Green Horseshit roared and poured everything into the attack. Cracks spread along his crystalline armor as he forced more energy into the sigil, veins flaring with violent light.

Natalia stepped forward mid-air, calm and composed.

The single tone deepened. Layered harmonics joined it, building into a full symphonic chord. Each frequency is interlocked with mathematical perfection, amplifying the resonance without losing control.

The emerald wave buckled.

Folded inward.

Then began collapsing back toward its source.

Green Horseshit’s eyes widened as the redirected energy surged toward him.

He tried to counter, but the harmonic plane shifted again, curving around him instead of blasting through. It wrapped into a spherical formation, a layered cage of sound and light that sealed him at the center.

He struck it with all four fists.

The cage rippled but held.

He unleashed a full detonation from his core.

The explosion did not shatter the structure—it resonated within it, feeding the layered frequencies.

Natalia’s gaze sharpened.

The cage began rotating slowly, each layer vibrating at slightly different frequencies. The oscillations climbed, building interference patterns that destabilized the emerald energy within him.

Cracks formed across his crystalline armor.

The golden-black veins flickered erratically.

His aura sputtered.

The harmonic sphere tightened, compressing inward with mounting pressure.

Green Horseshit roared in defiance and unleashed one final surge.

Natalia closed her hand.

The layered resonance inverted and collapsed inward with devastating precision.

Light swallowed the arena.

When it cleared, the emerald glow was gone.

Green Horseshit fell from the sky like a broken statue, armor shattered, extra arms dissolving into fading motes as he crashed into the arena floor in a crater of fractured stone.

Silence followed.

Then the barrier flared.

**[Combatant Green Horseshit unable to continue.]**

The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

Below, Ainen let out a low whistle.

Saffa exhaled in relief.

Clovelle smiled faintly.

Almond crossed his arms with quiet satisfaction.

Lily grinned brightly.

Above, Natalia descended slowly, golden particles drifting around her like embers of a dying sun. She landed lightly before the crater and looked down at the defeated Tier-10.

“Next time,” she said coolly, brushing a loose strand of purple hair from her face, “bring someone worth the trouble.”

Her gaze lifted briefly and found Almond and Lily in the crowd.

A small, knowing smirk curved her lips.

Round Two.

Won.

Loud cheering echoed across the vast party club.

“Now, it’s time for Tie-Breaker,” Saffa whispered.

“Get those trash cans, girls!” Clovelle shouted.

“We didn’t have the first fight, so we don’t know how strong their strongest is. Apparently, Natalia named him Volcanic Dogshit.” Ainen burst into laughter by the end.

“She got a good naming sense for that trash.” Fraisea nodded. “Green Horseshit and Volcanic Dogshit.”

Natalia returned to Kayla’s side, not knowing that Almond and Lily were here and watching them.

Almond and Lily also didn’t want to be seen just yet. They wanted to let Natalia and Kayla finish this business on their own without interference.

But it was true that their opponents were very powerful and had some high-tier lifeform advantages.

And yet, they were Regalons who had forged their iron will by following Almond and blooming their potential to stand above the rest.

“Get in, bitches. You aren’t getting the chance to rest. Not now, not tonight after we are done with this tie-breaker.” Volcanic Dogshit said as he entered the arena. With him was the third brother of their group, and the second strongest.

He had purple gold flamy hair and was slim, wearing a slick open robe with burning purple-gold chest hair on his bronze skin.

“Who wants to rest? The likes of you aren’t worthy of it.” Natalia quickly went back into the arena since her buffs and stacks hadn’t reset yet, so it was better for her to battle right away.

Kayla was also ready and promptly entered with her.

[ Tie-Breaker 2 vs 2 begins. ]