Chapter 84.5: Title – The Dazzling Tyrant


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Ahhhh! Magnificent! Such beauty, such inspiration!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Thought Aono.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Ahhh I must draw this! Quickly!</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Aono quickly summoned her mana stylus and mana paper, both produced from her only skill as an Artist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Aono was a one-track mind type of woman. She loved to draw. She found inspiration from anything. The birds flying in the morning sun. The construction workers ordering around theymen as they built buildings or roads. Even the sight of people eating at a roadside stall.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Anything could and would be used for her art.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And once she was pulled into the Tutorial by some infernal system, she lost her ability for the art she loved. The system pushed onto her a ss she cared not. Of which she chose mage, and begrudgingly became efficient at it, as the use of the staff they provided allowed her to somewhat ‘paint’ with the mana she found.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her happiness spiked however when she found the option when reaching level ten to change to an Artist. She cared not that it would remove all of herbat potential and make her a nonbat ss.


    <span style="font-weight:400">All that Aono cared for was being able to draw once again. Properly draw. No more using her staff as a makeshift utensil to draw in the dirt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She had seen so many scenes in this tutorial. And every single one had inspired her to draw, but she could not, leading to dull sleepless nights, writhing in frustration, her desperately wanting to. It was all she could think of. All she could <em><span style="font-weight:400">dream</em><span style="font-weight:400"> of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And <em><span style="font-weight:400">now</em><span style="font-weight:400"> finally she could.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now finally she had found it, found <em><span style="font-weight:400">him</em><span style="font-weight:400">. The most brilliant subject. The pinnacle of inspiration.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The way the man moved from Goblin to Goblin, tearing them to pieces with such grace and poise did <em><span style="font-weight:400">everything</em><span style="font-weight:400"> for her. Her eyes could not be torn from him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His hair, that cascaded from color to color. His eyes changing just as quickly. The devilish ears of pink fur he wore, the same pink squirrel tail he donned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The stylish ck robe trimmed in gold, a shining gold shoulder guard adorning his left shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His fiendish red, ck, and white half mask. Its frightening teeth held the cool de of white in their grip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The subtle two fresh scars on the side of his face, one just above his right eye.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His use of his spells and brutality sent shivers down her artistic spine. She could barely hold back a girlish scream as her pen moved over her canvas.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Elegance! Truly elegance in its purest form! I must paint him! This scene! It must be done! I have a moral obligation!!!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> She shouted in her mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The people within the cage with her screamed and shouted annoyingly, but what was worse they moved in and out of the way of her view of the man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was forced to stand up from her sitting position to get to the edge of the cage. The man quickly dispersing of the Goblins.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then Aono saw him. The Goblin warrior who stood across from the man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s the epic Jojo stand-off!!!” she squealed, earning her a few confused nces.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She put ‘brush’ to paper as she quickly put down strokes capturing the moment, when she heard the man say something she almost didn’t catch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I hope youst more than one punch. I need to let off some steam. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Marked!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the man roared, then shot forward disappearing from Aono’s vision.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The next moment she heard a crash, and he reappeared on top of the Goblin. The man’s arm changed from the ss-like ice it had been, to a liquid entering the Monster''s helmet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His other arm gripped the Monster''s throat, preventing it from struggling as he poured more and more water down its gullet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked on in awe as she witnessed the tyrannical one-sided fight of the man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The Monster quickly became bloated, its armor barely able to hold the ballooning container before.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Pop.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Aono finished the brush strokes of the scene on her Mana Paper. Holding it up to the torchlight, the green blood and bits of the Goblin victim slowly slipping off its back, seeing the beautiful manga outline she had created.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Elegance!” she shouted out loud, looking over the Mana Paper that was still sttered in green blood, screaming once again, “Title! The Dazzling Tyrant!” she roared with fanatic glee.