I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

Want a dragon to lift weights?! Quite a funny moment~

With a gentle pull, the entire weight rose off the ground as if it were a mere feather. The crowd gasped in awe, murmurs rippling through the stands. The heavy stone weights, meant to test the very limits of human strength, seemed like child's play to me. The judges exchanged glances, their eyes wide in surprise.

I grinned and gave a slight flourish, holding the weight above my head for a moment before lowering it with deliberate control, and placing it gently back on the ground.

The announcer's voice echoed across the arena. "Samael Ashwood lifts the maximum weight with ease! Now for the barrier test!"

I nodded, my mind shifting to the next challenge. The enchanted barriers stood before me, their surfaces shimmering with magical fortification. This would be a true test of power and finesse. Using brute strength alone wouldn't be enough to shatter these barriers; it would require a combination of precision and energy.

Hah! As if~

I channelled lightning affinity all the way from my dragon heart to my fist which surged with electric energy, crackling and sparking with intensity. The crowd's murmurs grew louder as they sensed the immense power building within me. I approached the barrier, my fist glowing with a bright, electric blue light.

The shimmering surface of the enchanted wood seemed to taunt me, daring me to break through its magical defences.

With a swift, precise motion, I thrust my fist forward, the lightning-infused strike connecting with the barrier. A deafening crack echoed through the arena as the enchanted wood splintered into pieces, the raw force of my blow amplified by the energy coursing through me. The fragments flew in every direction, disintegrating into fine dust before hitting the ground.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers, their excitement palpable as I stood there, my fist still buzzing with residual electricity. I took a deep breath, letting the energy fade from my body as I turned to face the judges. Their expressions ranged from awe to shock, clearly impressed by the sheer display of power.

The announcer's voice boomed once again, almost struggling to contain the excitement. "Samael Ashwood not only shatters the enchanted barrier but does so with an electrifying performance! Truly remarkable! Let's hear it for him!"

The arena erupted into a deafening roar, the crowd's cheers reverberating through the stands as the dust from the shattered barrier settled around me. I could feel the eyes of thousands on me, a mixture of awe, admiration, and even fear. My heart raced, not from exertion but from the sheer adrenaline coursing through me.

The strength challenge had been a test of physical prowess, but I had turned it into a display of something far more—my control over my powers, honed through every trial I'd faced thus far.

I glanced back at my friends, their faces lit up with excitement and pride. Alina was practically bouncing in place, her fists clenched in exhilaration. "That was incredible, Samael!" she yelled, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

Raven grinned, her usual calm demeanour faltering as she gave me an approving nod. "You didn't just break the barrier; you obliterated it."

Liliana's expression was a mix of relief and pride. Her eyes met mine, and though she didn't say anything, the warmth in her gaze was enough. I felt her unspoken support, a silent reminder that no matter how far I pushed myself, she would always be there.

I walked back to them, feeling the buzz of the arena's energy still coursing through me. As I approached, Sionna tugged at my sleeve, her voice soft but filled with awe. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Samael."

I gave her a quick smile, my mind already shifting to the next phase. "We're just getting started."

The announcer's voice rang out again, drawing my attention back to the arena. "Next, we move on to the final challenge: The Combat Phase! Participants will now face off in a series of one-on-one battles, showcasing not just their strength but their combat strategy, reflexes, and adaptability! Only the top competitors will make it through to the next stage of the Selections!"

The announcement echoed through the arena, and a ripple of anticipation surged through the crowd. This was what everyone had been waiting for—the final challenge, the ultimate test of not only raw power but of tactical skill and quick thinking. The Combat Phase would separate the true contenders from the rest.

I could feel my own pulse quickening, not from nervousness, but from the thrill of what was to come.

I glanced at my companions again. Their confidence in me bolstered my own resolve. Alina gave me a playful wink, Raven's sharp gaze held a glimmer of excitement, and Liliana's calm presence reassured me. Sionna's admiration was reflected in her wide-eyed expression. Each of them had their own hopes tied to this competition, and I wasn't about to let them down.

The announcer began calling the first pairs of competitors for the one-on-one battles, each match greeted by cheers or tense murmurs from the audience. Some competitors hesitated, others bristled with confidence, but each match was a spectacle of magic, strength, and strategy.

The announcer's voice rang through the arena, "Next up—Liliana Ashwood versus Adam Brigham!" The crowd erupted into murmurs of excitement as the two names were called, eyes darting toward the fighters.

I turned my head towards Liliana, who was already stepping forward with a calm, composed demeanour. Her long, Midnight black hair flowed behind her as she approached the centre of the arena, a glint of determination in her violet eyes. Adam Brigham, a towering figure with rippling muscles and a confident smirk, followed.

He exuded an air of arrogance, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fists as if to intimidate.

"Crush him, Darling~" I whispered in her ears while blowing air as a light blush tinted her cheeks. Liliana turned her head slightly, giving me a small, knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. She didn't need any more encouragement; she knew what she was capable of, and so did I.

The arena fell silent as the announcer raised his hand. "Let the battle begin!"

Adam was the first to make a move, charging at Liliana with incredible speed for someone of his size. He drew a massive sword from his back, its blade gleaming in the midday sun as he swung it in a wide arc, aiming to end the fight in one powerful strike.

Liliana didn't flinch.

With a graceful step to the side, she dodged the blow effortlessly, her body flowing like water. The crowd gasped, clearly not expecting such agility from her. Adam's sword smashed into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and stone, but he quickly recovered, twisting to face her again.

"You're quick," he sneered, "but you won't dodge forever."

Liliana's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of her wrist, a faint shimmer of magic coated her fingers. The air around her seemed to shift, a bloody aura radiated from her being.

"Blood Magic: Crismon Impaler~"

Instantly blood started to erupt from the ground around Adam, forming sharp, crimson spikes that shot up towards him. The crowd gasped collectively, their astonishment evident as the deadly projectiles rushed toward the formidable warrior.

Adam reacted with surprising speed, his instincts kicking in as he rolled out of the way, narrowly but that was just one spike because it wasn't just one spike that emerged from the ground. The moment he dodged, Liliana directed the next wave of crimson spikes with a flick of her fingers.

The ground beneath him erupted like a volcano, the spikes bursting forth with lethal precision from every direction.

"Dodge this!" she called out, a fierce glint in her eyes.

Adam stumbled back, clearly caught off guard by the sudden onslaught. He was quick, but Liliana's mastery of Blood Magic allowed her to control the battlefield, shifting the flow of battle with each movement. The spikes curved towards him, forcing him to engage in a deadly dance of evasion.

Each time he thought he found a safe spot, another spike would shoot up, piercing the earth and threatening to catch him off guard.

The crowd was entranced, their eyes darting between the graceful Liliana and the lumbering Adam. Her magic was captivating—a dance of elegance and brutality intertwined. I could feel my heart swell with pride as I watched her fight, every movement purposeful and calculated.

"Get him, Liliana!" Alina shouted, her voice slicing through the tension. "Show him he's no match for you!"

With renewed vigour, Liliana summoned more spikes, drawing on her reserves of blood magic. They rose from the ground like vicious fangs, each one glistening ominously under the sun. But Adam was no slouch either; he drew his sword back and swung it in a wide arc, slicing through the nearest spikes with surprising ease.

"You'll have to do better than that!" he taunted, his bravado still intact despite the dire situation. But I could see the cracks forming in his confidence. Every spike he destroyed only served to further drain his stamina, while Liliana seemed to draw strength from the rising energy of the crowd.

The two continued to trade blows; Adam charged again, swinging his sword in another desperate attempt to end the fight quickly. This time, however, Liliana stood her ground, the air around her thickening with power.

"Blood Magic: Crimson Barrier!"

She declared, and a wall of blood-red energy sprang up before her, absorbing the impact of his sword as it crashed against the magical shield. The crowd erupted into cheers, the excitement palpable as Liliana held firm, her determination radiating from her.

Adam stumbled back, clearly frustrated by the stalemate. "You're stronger than I thought," he admitted, though his arrogance still clung to him like a tattered cloak.

"Strength is not just about muscle," Liliana replied, her voice steady, "it's about knowing how to use the power you have."

With that, she unleashed a barrage of blood spikes once more, this time aimed directly at his feet, and this much faster than before as it pierced through his feet and stopped right before his eyes.

Drip~ Drip~ Drip~

A suspicious liquid flowed down Adam's pants followed by his girly scream of agony...

"Disgusting!" Liliana spat as her face wrinkled from the disgusting smell of piss of her opponent.

The arena was in chaos, the audience gasping at the spectacle unfolding before them. Adam Brigham, the arrogant warrior who had confidently boasted about his strength, now found himself reduced to a quivering mess, cowering against the wall of Liliana's magical barrier.

The sharp smell of urine mixed with the dust and sweat in the air, creating a strange concoction that was enough to make anyone cringe.

Liliana's expression remained fierce, but a flicker of amusement danced in her violet eyes. The combination of her skill and Adam's humiliation was a sight to behold. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice before challenging a member of the Ashwood family," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.

The crowd erupted into a chorus of laughter, cheers, and a few mocking shouts directed at Adam. I felt a swell of pride for Liliana; she had taken control of the fight and turned it into a lesson for her opponent—a reminder that true strength lay in strategy and the mastery of one's abilities, not just brute force.

Adam, red-faced and clearly humiliated, scrambled to regain his composure. "This isn't over!" he shouted, trying to regain some semblance of his former bravado. But the edge in his voice was dulled by fear and embarrassment, and the crowd could sense it.

Liliana, unfazed, prepared for his next move. "You're right; it's not over. But you should know that I'm just getting started." Her fingers twitched, and the air shimmered with the energy of her magic, the crimson aura glowing ever brighter.

With a swift movement, she unleashed another wave of spikes that shot toward Adam, not with the same ferocity as before, but with a deliberate precision designed to intimidate him further. They landed harmlessly around him, creating a threatening circle that loomed as a reminder of her power.

"You can either surrender now or face the consequences," Liliana said, her tone firm yet calm. The crowd held its breath, awaiting Adam's response. I could feel the tension in the air; it was thick and electric.

Adam glanced at the spikes, then back at Liliana. The confidence that once radiated from him was gone, replaced by a flicker of doubt. "I... I'm not afraid of you!" he stammered, though his voice lacked conviction.

"Then let's see what you're made of!" she shot back, and with a flick of her wrist, she commanded the spikes to retract slightly, creating space for him to respond. It was a bold move, a challenge laid bare before him.

Adam, now visibly shaking, raised his sword once more. The blade trembled in his hands, but he stepped forward, trying to mask his fear with bravado. "I'll show you what I'm made of!"

With that, he lunged toward her, swinging his sword with all his might. But Liliana was ready. As he closed the distance, she sidestepped gracefully, her movements fluid and effortless. The crowd watched in rapt attention as she turned the tables, using his momentum against him.

"Blood Magic: Crimson Chains!"

Chains of shimmering red energy erupted from the ground, wrapping around Adam's arms and legs, immobilizing him in a brilliant flash of magic. The audience gasped, then erupted into cheers, their excitement echoing off the arena walls. Liliana's mastery of her abilities was on full display, and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me.

"Looks like you're outmatched," she said, her voice laced with confidence. The chains tightened slightly, a warning more than a punishment. "Yield, and I'll let you go. Fight back, and you'll regret it."

Adam struggled against the restraints, his face contorted in frustration. "I will never yield to you!" he shouted defiantly, but the fire in his eyes was dimming, overshadowed by the reality of his situation.

Liliana smirked, tilting her head as if considering his words. "Very well," she said, her voice low. "Then let's see how long you can hold out against your own arrogance."

With a flick of her wrist, the crimson chains tightened further, eliciting a grunt of pain from Adam. The crowd roared with approval, their chants echoing through the arena. "Liliana! Liliana! Liliana!"

Sionna stood beside me, her eyes wide with awe. "She's amazing, Samael! Look at her!" Her excitement was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile at my sister's enthusiasm.

"Yes, she is," I replied, my heart swelling with pride. Liliana was not just displaying her magic; she was proving a point—one that resonated deeply with me. True strength came from confidence, skill, and knowing when to wield one's power.

With Adam fully restrained, Liliana approached him, her eyes never leaving his. "Do you still want to fight, or do you see the futility in your bravado?"

He gritted his teeth, his muscles straining against the chains. "You think you've won? This isn't the end!"

Liliana sighed, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "It's amusing how people always say that right before they realize they've lost."

With a graceful movement, she released the chains, but only for a moment. Adam stumbled forward, unsteady, but she was ready. "Blood Magic: Blood Prison!"

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A swirling vortex of crimson energy surrounded him, encasing him within a magical barrier that pulsed with her power. The crowd fell silent, every eye fixed on the glowing sphere.

Adam struggled against it, panic flashing in his eyes. "No! Let me out! You can't do this!"

Liliana looked at him with calm resolve. "I can, and I will. This is a lesson, Adam. Recognize your limits, or you'll keep finding yourself in this position."

The announcer's voice echoed through the arena, a mixture of awe and excitement. "Liliana Ashwood has defeated Adam Brigham with a stunning display of strategy and power! Truly a performance for the ages!"

The crowd erupted into cheers once more, their energy palpable. I could feel the thrill of victory coursing through me, a shared triumph for my family and friends. Liliana turned to face me, a radiant smile breaking through her earlier intensity. The warmth in her gaze ignited a fire of pride within me.

"Well done, Liliana!" I shouted, my voice joining the chorus of cheers.

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[To Be Continued]

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