[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-magus-supremacy":3,"chapter-magus-supremacy-magus-supremacy-chapter-731":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Magus Supremacy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1244213,1673,"Chapter 731: Clara","magus-supremacy-chapter-731",731,"\u003Cp>Chapter 731\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ack...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grey groaned as he tried to push himself up from the ground after the reckless decision he had just made, one that blasted him clear across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, the house itself was not harmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clarice rose from the ground with a visibly flustered expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she noticed Grey struggling to lift himself, she rushed toward him at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a jiffy, she was right beside him, sliding on her knees as she helped the mage sit upright and rest his back against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLIDE!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword lodged in Grey’s abdomen suddenly slid free, as if pulled by an invisible force, before clattering loudly onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ar... are you okay?\" Clarice asked, her eyes scanning him from head to toe as he gasped for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze drifted toward the spot where the sword had been moments ago, and her brows slowly furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head slightly, confusion etched across her face as she stared at the exact location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing her pause, Grey lifted an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you suddenly staring like that?\" he asked before following her line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own brows knitted together at what he saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been expecting a bleeding hole in his abdomen, yet shockingly, there was none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only damage present was his torn shirt, ripped clean through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his body itself was completely intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healed, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’How is this possible?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning his head toward the sword lying in front of him, he noticed it pulsing faintly, as though it were alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Appraisal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>�\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’... Huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could process what that meant, a sudden force yanked his crimson hair forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You won’t be the death of me, you dumbass!\" Clarice yelled as she raised her hand and began delivering loud, rapid slaps to the mage’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"... Ouch, ouch, ouch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have sense! Have sense! Have sense, you fool!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She repeated the words like a mantra, smacking the back of his head and shoulders at intervals while Grey yelped helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noir could not help but chuckle from where he lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His small furry body trembled with each menacing laugh that escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a final knock to Grey’s head, Clarice huffed loudly, rose to her feet, and stormed away in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Between you and Yami, I don’t know who’s more reckless. Tsk!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her attention to the fallen plate she had dropped earlier, leaving Grey rubbing his sore face, neck, and head with a dazed expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That was... somewhat painful,’ he mused while wincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’... I thought I wasn’t afraid of anyone in my life, no matter how powerful they were. But damn. I’m genuinely scared of incurring Mother Clarice’s wrath.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shuddered inwardly, memories flashing of her scolding Yami, a stage five warrior, like a misbehaving child, then doing the same to him. He gulped audibly before exhaling slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can’t blame her though. That was truly reckless of me,\" he muttered under his breath as his gaze drifted toward the sword, still pulsing softly, almost like it had a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching out, his fingers wrapped around the guard as he pulled the blade closer, examining it inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tracing his fingers along the edge, his eyes glinted as he studied every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword’s blade shimmered like polished moonlight, its sleek surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to dance subtly in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal’s dark, rich hue resembled the night sky itself, punctuated by a silver edge that gleamed like a silent promise of sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt, wrapped in supple leather, fit perfectly in the hand, its subtle texture inviting confidence, stability, and control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A delicate pattern of silver filigree adorned the guard, its elegant curves and twists evoking refinement and quiet sophistication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As light caught the sword’s surface, it seemed to come alive, its beauty both functional and mesmerizing, as though it existed for battle yet appreciated admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeling his gaze away from the blade, Grey turned to the shimmering runes hovering before his face, patiently awaiting a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back at the sword once more, a wide grin curling across his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’... Now the sword is linked to my soul. I can make it vanish into me and summon it at will. Not only that, I can also store my mana inside it for emergencies.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts continued, excitement bubbling beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So... I can dump all my mana into it, then replenish my core naturally. That means I don’t need to rely on pills again unless it’s truly necessary.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart swelled with an inexplicable sense of joy, warmth spreading through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This sword is too good... far too good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, shifting his attention back to the floating runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’... The runes are right. I can’t keep calling it a \"sword.\" It needs a name. Something fitting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stroked his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowing as he searched for the perfect choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Storm Piercer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered, glancing toward the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword did not react, aside from its faint ethereal glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like it could communicate... right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or could it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head, the mage dismissed the thought along with the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope. I don’t like that either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pondered more deeply now, his brows knitting tighter as his eyes glinted with focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced through countless possibilities, discarding them one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword was exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something this extraordinary deserved an equally exceptional name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thought after thought passed until his eyes suddenly lit up with realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will name you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark gleam appeared in his eyes as he turned fully toward the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"... Clara. I will name you after my dead mum.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips curved into a knowing, solemn smile as he watched the sword continue to glow softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And that’s because I’ll be using you to slay the otherworlders, the organization that took her from me. I will use you to cut down every enemy in my path, because my mum was a strong, dignified woman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even in the face of death, even when danger loomed over her, she stood her ground without hesitation. And although she fell...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You won’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief pause followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, to Grey’s surprise, the sword began to tremble in his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It vibrated subtly, almost eagerly, as though responding to his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grey’s eyes snapped to the shimmering runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade continued to tremble in his grip, causing an ear to ear grin to split the mage’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"... Oh,\" he muttered with genuine delight. \"So you are somewhat sentient. Wonderful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-05T15:21:41.119Z",1,"novelbin.me","b637d4fff8232263bbfcb77e1b1ce8f1d9074b16c35c88214ffa31cdb55908f3","magus-supremacy-chapter-732","magus-supremacy-chapter-730",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmagus-supremacy-cover.jpg"]