'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'
Chapter 63: A Very Original Technique

Chapter 63: A Very Original Technique

The air above Inferna Hollow split apart with a chorus of explosions.

BOOOM!

KABOOOM!

BABABABAM!~

Within a couple of minutes, half the floating islands that once scattered in the molten abyss had already crumbled into ash and rubble. Above the shattered terrain, in a blazing ballet of fury and flame, Auren and the colossal beast Vulkris clashed again and again.

Human against King Beast. Fire against Fire

Each impact between them distorted the air itself. Lava surged like tidal waves beneath their feet, and the sky pulsed with blinding heat. Fire was no longer just an element—it was the battlefield.

"Master, I have a question," Bigbird’s voice echoed calmly in Auren’s mind, even as his body twisted mid-air, leaving a trail of golden flame behind.

"Make it quick," Auren grunted, his blade slicing across Vulkris’s shoulder as they passed in a streak of light.

"Instead of us, why didn’t the Primordial Beast just finish off Vulkris himself?"

"What?" Auren blinked, ducking a stream of molten breath. "Who are you talking about?"

"The little green punto," Bigbird clarified.

"You mean that pint-sized weirdo who vanished after showing off for five seconds?" Auren frowned, flipping backward and slashing through a burst of fireballs. "Wait... Are you saying Bonbon is a Primordial Beast?"

"I thought you had it figured out already."

"Bullcrap," Auren said reflexively, not even bothering to mask his disbelief. "That moss-ball? If he was that powerful, why didn’t he just roast Vulkris and spare us the trauma?!"

"Aren’t you just repeating my question, stupid master?"

"Well, how would I know?! Are you sure he’s a Primordial? He looked like a rejected Pokémon."

"I know because he’s the one who upgraded me," Bigbird replied. "He revealed his true form to me. His true form was... terrifying"

Auren’s jaw tightened. Even through the insanity of battle, he felt the weight of Bigbird’s sincerity.

"If that’s true... Then maybe he’s forcing me to complete the prophecy on my own," Auren muttered bitterly, frustration bubbling in his chest. "If that’s the case, then screw him. He can fight this beast himself!"

Almost as if sensing his irritation, Vulkris bared its fangs and let out a cruel laugh.

"Give up, golden insect! Your time is running out!"

A storm of fireballs erupted from the flaming wings of the infernal beast.

Auren dodged sideways, golden wings flaring behind him.

"Your mama is running out!" he yelled back, spinning into a fiery slash that carved through the nearest projectile.

He didn’t stop. Fueled by adrenaline and a near-limitless well of energy, Auren pressed his assault. He moved like lightning- slicing, diving, punching, and kicking with the intensity of a blazing comet. His attacks weren’t elegant. They were raw, feral and relentless.

Each golden beam he fired, each fist that struck, each roundhouse kick that met the Vulkris’s hide-none of it slowed him down.

But none of it was enough either.

"Damn it! It keeps healing!" Auren snarled as his fiery crescent slash struck Vulkris across the chest-only for the flesh to bubble, then seal back together.

"Master, we only have a minute left!" Bigbird warned, his voice laced with urgency. "Your transformation is unstable—we’re burning through our remaining time at an alarming rate!"

"I’m not planning to die roasted on a lava grill," Auren shot back, leaping across a fragment of floating stone. He knew pretty well the cost of this power. The moment he failed to end this on his favor, he would surely die a fiery death.

"You joke, but I will die if you do! I’m your armor, remember? Every hit you take is a hit to my core!"

"Thanks for your service, Bigbird. Want a cracker?"

"Save your dumb jokes for after we survive!"

The truth was grim.

Vulkris had already figured them out. Fire against fire was like trying to drown a fish. No matter how hard Auren fought, his elemental advantage meant nothing. And Vulkris, made to endure, wasn’t tiring. Not any moments from now.

"You’re slipping, golden brat," Vulkris mocked, talons glowing as he lunged forward. "You’ve got no kill shot! All sparks but no power!"

Auren darted to avoid the strike—but one flaming paw caught his side.

CRACK!

He spiraled like a meteor, crashing into the lava below with a thunderous splash.

But even submerged in molten rock, Auren rose. His body hissed and steamed, but he wasn’t burned. His Phoenix-enhanced body had maxed out fire resistance. To him, lava was just extremely hot bathwater.

"Forty-five seconds left!" Bigbird shouted.

Auren clenched his fists. No matter how hard he hit, nothing stuck. No ultimate move, no grand finisher. Just brawling and brawling... and slowly losing time.

’This can’t be how it ends...’ he thought, gritting his teeth. ’There has to be something else. Anything.’

Then an idea sparked.

"Hey, Bigbird."

"Yeah?"

"Remember earlier when you said you vanished for a bit because of an ’upgrade’?"

"Uh-huh."

"So where the hell is that upgrade?!"

Bigbird snorted. "Why do you think you’re still alive fighting Vulkris at this level? Did you forget you are just a human boy?"

"So what, do you mean it’s just a stat buff?"

"More than that. You’re so used to conserving resources, you didn’t notice, huh?" Bigbird’s tone was filled with ridicule. "In your current form, your mana, stamina, and health regen are atleast at a thousand percent. You are basically gaining them back more than you can spend."

Auren’s mouth instinctively gaped after hearing that, "You mean..."

"Yes. In short—you’re practically unlimited in resources, although within a very limited time."

Auren’s eyes widened with excitement."You’re saying... I’ve had avatar mode this whole time?"

"More like god mode, actually," Bigbird replied dryly.

Auren groaned and facepalmed midair. "Unbelievable. That’s game-changing..."

But even with near-limitless energy surging through him like wildfire, there was still one critical thing he lacked: a finisher move.

All this time, he had been learning to fight and play with what he got. But without a true ultimate, something overwhelming, something final, this battle would drag on until he collapsed from exhaustion.

And at the rate things were going, he’d end up less like a hero and more like a well-charred piece of charcoal.

Until—something clicked.

"Then what’s stopping me from creating my own?"

A wild grin stretched across his face.

"After all, I am the frameless freak."

A memory surged to the surface, warm and vivid.

A moment from his old world, from Earth.

He was just a young boy, wide-eyed and breathless, focus glued to the screen as a warrior with spiked golden hair and a blazing aura cupped his hands, summoning a glowing sphere of power. The screen flickered. The crowd held its breath. And the energy swelled before blasting out in a raging beam of energy.

Auren’s grin widened more.

"Then let’s go out with a bang, shall we?"

"Master?" Bigbird asked, his voice laced with nervous energy. "What do you mean?"

Auren didn’t answer.

He dropped onto a jagged platform of blackened stone, landing hard but steady. His eyes never wavered from Vulkris, who hovered above, snarling and radiating heat like a living furnace.

Slow and deliberately, Auren raised his hands, cupping them together as if cradling something unseen.

His mind honed in, laser-focused. He began gathering his inner mana, channeling every flicker of energy into his palms. It swirled and surged, condensing tighter and tighter—like spinning cotton candy, then compressing it into something dense, volatile, and pure.

Bigbird’s voice spiked with panic. "What are you doing?! We’ve got thirty seconds left, and you’re pulling a stunt?!"

Auren’s voice was calm—almost too calm.

"I almost forgot... this is a fantasy world."

He took a deep breath, golden embers flaring around him.

"I don’t have a Divine Frame like the others, but I’ve never needed one at the first place."

Then he smirked. "As the frameless freak, I’ve always made my own skills."

A slow, radiant swirl of yellow light began to form between his palms, crackling and twisting like a newborn star.

Bigbird’s tone turned frantic. "Master, what are you planning?!"

"You’ll see."

And then—he began.

"KAAAAAA..."

Energy surged between his hands like lightning trapped in a bottle.

"MEEEEEE..."

The air itself trembled.

"HAAAAAA..."

Vulkris hesitated, mid-air, unsure what to make of this bizarre posture.

"MEEEEEE..."

A golden glow engulfed Auren’s entire body. His wings flared wide. The lava below began to rise, drawn to the overwhelming mana in the air.

Auren’s eyes locked onto Vulkris.

"Time to try something... legendary."

From the space between his cupped palms, a golden beam of absolute fury erupted, forming into a brilliant line of pure flame mana towards the King Beast.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

It wasn’t just energy—it was everything. A torrent forged from mana, rage, memory, and raw will. It tore through the air in an instant, parting clouds of ash, disintegrating incoming fireballs, and blasting forward like the wrath of a dying star.

Vulkris’s eyes widened. His instincts screamed. The flare of power wasn’t just overwhelming—it was unnatural.

"This... this isn’t possible—!"