Chapter 144- Raffaelo Jun Vs Dugu Jafar 3
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Updated : Sep 21st, 2025
What was it about the Jun's traits that made it special when compared to other Family inherent abilities?
Well, that would be its adaptability to its user's form. How you use it depends on how much the user can visualize, and of course, the amount of aura or mana used greatly affects the result.
Ice Wake, an ability he had visualized after reading a particular topic on necromancy. At the time he was quite surprised to find out it was a trait that was manifested by a former Patriarch.
What made it interesting was the nature of the necromancy.
Instead of using bones and materializing actual skeletons, the Patriarch made use of gemstones and crystals. He manipulated their actions with his mind, and by furthering his traits, he was able to create armies of them.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
The Patriarch was the 10th after the first, Gideon Jun, and his trait was the GEM MASTER, a trait that enabled him to control rare stones and precious minerals.
'So, what about ice? They have similar properties, right? And instead of controlling it with my mind, why not learn magic that can imbue your will in it? Better still, why not imbue your aura into them to give them an artificial life?' Raph thought as he watched the scenery unfold before him.
He was still in the process of advancing this particular ability, but for now, what Raph could do was a similar amateur version, but it was useful for slowing down unsuspecting enemies. Sadly, Dugu Jafar was one of such.
The man was still in a state of shock when he felt his limbs go numb; looking down to find the cause, his eyes widened, and his pupils constricted in shock as a cold pain emanated through his legs.
"...Khuk...argh.." He struggled to contain the scream that nearly shook his very being as he watched arms with claws made out of ice pull themselves out of the icy field into reality with the aid of his legs.
Their touch caused a never-ending icy chill to spread through his body, and it slowly began to become detrimental to his well-being.
He could feel his internal system freezing, ever so slowly, and ever so painfully.
It had gotten to the extent that cold air began to exude out of his lips as he breathed.
He had attempted to escape, but each time he did, the number of arms increased, and as they pulled themselves upwards, the rest of their bodies began to take shape.
He could count at least ten skulls of ice protruding out of the ground, a rattling noise echoing as their jaws chattered in a diabolical delight.
'This is bad' Dugu Jafar thought, feeling his energy nearly slipping out of his grasp, but at that moment, something else clicked in him. 'This kid is dangerous. I feel suppressed already, and he's supposed to be an eight-star knight?!'
He glared at the White-haired kid, noticing how he remained fixed in his position.
'...oh? he can't move while he's manifesting this technique'.
The panic in his expression began to fade, and a smirk replaced it as an idea popped up in his head. 'Hey, kid! If you show this kind of weakness, then it'll only bring more trouble!'
It was far too early to end this battle, and he had decided something else deep within his heart without needing to confirm it.
"Raffaelo Jun, It's either you die or you serve the throne; which is it?"
Raph flinched for a moment, puzzled by his question, but he soon relaxed his expression after a few seconds.
As he looked around in search of the palace mage, Fiona stepped forward in the presence of the nobles, the great families, and the King, and with a wave of her burning, crackling, yellow thunder wand, a bright yellow dome appeared and surrounded the Sparring Ring in a fine layer.
"8th class magic: Mother Dome of Protection".
The yellow dome sparked with lightning current and intensity, and she was confident in its endurance.
'....Everything else depends on you, Raph, ' She thought, her gaze filled with a yearning. A yearning for her brother to survive the brunt of the skill.
The skill had nearly reached Raph, and yet, not a single drop of sweat escaped his body.
Instead, a permeating cold continued to exude from him, and in the next second, as he opened his eyes once again, an aura of frost pulsated out of his body like a surge of energy.
He grabbed his sword, swinging it across the air.
"Everything is Ice.....Chapter 9.."
His muscles tensed, and the cold aura rushed up across the blade of his double-edged Katana.
"Absolute Zero, Arrogant Surge!"
The atmosphere literally warped as a snowstorm swept through the Sparring Ring, with strong winds that howled and blew like a tempest of cold energy, swirling up into the air, like an overdraft filled with cold intensity, and causing everything and everyone in its path to be corrupted by its icy ambiance.
The dragon of fire was caught in the middle of it, like a matchstick in a snowstorm and it was quickly extinguished due to the impenetrable cold.
There was no physics when it came to Absolute Cold as it made everything futile, turning energy itself into solid ice.
Of course, he advanced his mastery, using it with the most suitable Chapter in the series, and its effects were divine.
The energy would sweep up into a large snowstorm that would last for years but was meant for a single purpose and used in a single moment. It came like a harbinger of frosty evil, an eternal cold that would last for as long as the Caster wished it for, as well as his level of aura.
The sight alone caused most to freeze in their expressions, and the dome was not strong enough to keep the cold from permeating.
Some parts of the greenery field had begun to turn to ice, and some nobles with weak resistance had begun to tremble under the influence of the cold.
His sisters were in a state of shock, but more than that, they were filled with intense joy.
This was the son of the Jun household, their brother, and someone who would become a powerful existence in the future.
If he could display this much prowess at just fifteen, then what of five years from now? That would be incredible to think of.
As they were lost in their thoughts, the ethereal snowstorm ceased as if it was never there, and a blanket of snow began to descend as an aftermath.
Everyone watched as Raph approached a man on his knees, his arms stretched out in a panic and pain evident in his cold, dead eyes.
What they were witnessing was history being made, as Dugu Jafar had now become a statue of brisk ice.
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