Chapter 10
Roxy stood in front of him the next morning.
Serious.
"…Rudeus."
He looked up.
"…Yes?"
"…I want you to try something dangerous."
He nodded.
"…Okay."
She hesitated.
Then said it:
"…Emperor-tier."
Silence.
Even saying it felt wrong.
"…This level of magic can destroy landscapes…"
"…So we'll keep it controlled."
Rudeus raised his hand.
Paused.
"…What defines Emperor-tier?"
Roxy answered carefully.
"…Scale… density… and overwhelming output."
He nodded.
"…Understood."
Mana gathered.
Not explosively—
But infinitely dense.
The air distorted.
Space itself felt heavy.
Roxy's breathing slowed.
"…This is too fast…"
Rudeus compressed everything—
Into a single point.
Small.
But overwhelming.
"…Stop."
Roxy said immediately.
Rudeus stopped.
Instantly.
The phenomenon vanished.
Silence.
"…You were about to complete it…"
"…Yes."
"…Without effort…"
"…Yes."
Roxy looked at him—
Not as a teacher.
Not even as a superior.
But as something else.
"…Rudeus…"
Her voice was quiet.
"…There are legends in this world…"
"…Beings who changed history…"
A pause.
"…You're reaching that level already."
Rudeus tilted his head.
"…Is that important?"
Roxy didn't answer immediately.
"…It means the world isn't prepared for you."
That—
Was the truth.
And far beyond the Greyrat home—
In a world bound by rules—
A single existence was forming.
Not just a master of magic.
But something closer to its origin.