Novel & Cerita Asriel Dreemurr Simulator Fight

“Hahahaha...” Louis saw the two fighting amongst themselves and could not help but laugh. Caelum said with a dark expression, “Now that it’s come to this, our only choice is to fight, or we’ll both meet our end here. Attack!” With that, he no longer hesitated and flew up. However, he did not get the chance to touch Louis. “Your opponent is me!” Jasper suddenly appeared and blocked Caelum’s way. The two early-stage Aureate Immortals immediately started fighting.

The battle for Selene had begun. A vicious, swirling fight ensued. Only the snapping of jaws, growling and yelping could be heard as the entire town stood dumbly to watch this death match. I couldn’t look at Selene, if I saw the state of her in her dress, my heart would have broken and I’d have been quickly injured. Instead I drove on, chasing Julien down grabbing his hind leg in my teeth and dragging to the floor. Jumping on him I went for his neck.

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

​ Vaelor. The prince fought alone against a ten-foot simulation monster, a hulking, multi-limbed thing of jagged crystal and shadow, claws long as swords. It was terrifyingly real: every swipe left scorch marks on the ground, every roar vibrated through Lirian’s bones. The simulation delivered real force. The guide explained quietly that a solid hit would bruise, break bones, or even kill if you weren’t careful. ​ Vaelor didn’t look careful. ​

My limbs were a chorus line: jaws, claws, wings, each element answering the other. Ariella called tactics the way a conductor called cues. “Left flank, then pivot. Use the wing to lift your center, not your rage.” Her voice steadied me when Axel’s impatience flickered like a shadow at the edge of my focus. In the third round, my grandmother pushed us into simulated combat. Two warriors entered with padded spears; their aim was good, their intent clear. My job: intercept, disarm, protect the neutral target. Axel and I moved as one. I ducked under a spear, my wing beat lifting me just enough to shift the angle, my claw raking the shaft free with a practiced strip. The second attacker tried a l

“Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?” Szereth perked up as the words sunk down into him. At the same time, Alevos turned towards Eva, and asked with complete earnestness in his tone. “Do you think you could beat a Reborn Drogar?” She glanced at Vestarii down below, and noted her speed and power. Then she turned back towards Alevos and shot him a grin. “Let’s talk about contracts,” she said. ~ The crowd outside cheered once again as the two Drogar locked their blades together, right at their hilts. Falthoss pushed against the Reborn with all his might, but was shoved awa

Scene 1: The Astral Duel Begins Inside the rift, Liora shot forward, her body blazing with celestial fire. “You always feared me,” she hissed at Caelum, her spear of light spinning so fast it became a halo. “Afraid I would outshine you.” Caelum’s laughter was low and dangerous. He raised his shadow-wrapped blade, his amber eyes glowing like embers. “No, sister. I feared I’d have to destroy you.” They collided midair, their weapons clashing with a thunderous crack that rippled through the void. Stars exploded around them as if the universe itself recoiled from their battle.

And somewhere, five agents she had never met ceased to breathe. The simulation dissolved. Marra staggered out of the chair, breath ragged, eyes hollow. Charlotte was waiting. Riven approached slowly. “What did you choose?” Marra shook her head. “No glory,” she whispered. “Just… weight.” Charlotte nodded. “And that weight will guide your spine.” Next was Cael. His simulation began not in confusion—but recognition. He stood on a battlefield he knew: Istanbul, two years ago, when a mimic facility had collapsed, killing forty-three civilians.

“I don’t. The fact that he’s going full power… Whoever he’s fighting must be just as strong.” Hearing Marlin say that, Shim Boon couldn’t take his eyes off them for a while. Everyone was puzzled, except for Matthew. He knew exactly who that was. He ran out of the chamber to the outside to keep watching the fight. Crymillia and Azazel were very much equal in terms of strength and speed. Their techniques were both unique. The edge that each other had was their special traits. Crymillia was able to use Demonic Skills and [Supreme Regeneration] while Azazel had Heavenly Arts and holy elemental attacks.