333: Battle Universe ② (Cecil's Perspective)

Raz, the Majin I had fought previously, had an attack range of only two squares.

When I thought about it in those terms, it really drove home just how terrifyingly high Teacher Chloe’s physical stats were.

"Cecil, this is incredibly fascinating. Does this mean I can choose whether to move myself or a piece on my next turn? And that I, too, am considered one of these units?"

"Exactly. However, if Teacher Chloe’s Life drops to zero and you are defeated, you won't be able to manipulate Mana for the next twenty-four hours."

At my words, Teacher Chloe’s lips curled into a grin.

It was a fearless, daunting smile I’d never seen from her before—the kind of expression she likely only reserved for the truly powerful.

Ah. She’s finally acknowledged me. Not as a student, but as an enemy.

Regardless of whether the target has ever heard of Battle Universe, the game pours the necessary knowledge directly into their brain, granting them the same level of expertise as if they had been playing for as many years as I have.

As for me, I was the same as the [King of the Universe]—I could move around the board, but I had absolutely no way to attack.

It was an unfair, head-on confrontation.

They say that magic is a reflection of the caster’s personality and preferences. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every fiber of my being had given birth to this space.

I just wanted friends. I wanted someone to play with.

Because of that lonely, pathetic desire, I gained the power to forcibly make others learn the rules.

The only catch was that I was the only one who had to start the game from a position of overwhelming disadvantage.

Even so, I was confident.

No matter who my opponent might be, as long as we were playing on this [Board / Rule], I would not lose.