Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

The sky fractured with cannon fire. Thunder-clouds split as roaring iron spheres wreathed in royal-blue energy plummeted toward the Eltuvaine. Each carried the force of a collapsing reef.

“Brace!” Admiral Rudra’s voice thundered over the deck. His hands clasped into a seal, veins swelling with abyssal force. The Heart Engine responded, humming like a god’s drum. In an instant, Abyssal Burst flared—the Abyssal Sails whipping alive with black light. The Eltuvaine darted aside, the cannonballs screaming past to shatter the waves into walls of steam.

The enemy ship emerged from that mist like a leviathan clothed in gold-and-sapphire hull plating. Their banner—marked with the sun-sigil of the Royal Faction—billowed against the storm. Fifteen Grim Adventurers stood arrayed across the deck. Their auras burned bright, refined, each one exuding years of honed cruelty.

The two ships collided with proximity cannons, their blasts deafening.

Although there was a position gap between the two parties, there wasn’t any gap in the quality of the ships. In fact, Regalons had overall acquired better Mystic Powers than the enemy ship.

The first wave came fast—three Adventurers, their bodies clad in knight-like armor sculpted from living crystal. Their blades cut arcs that hummed with destructive resonance. Lily met them head-on, her chakrams spiraling into a storm of black crescents.

Metal shrieked. One knight staggered back as his armor cracked, sparks of blood bursting between fissures. The second swung down at her head, but Lily twisted low, sliding beneath the strike, chakram carving upward through his thigh.

The third knight caught her ankle mid-spin. For an instant, her balance faltered—his blade raised to cleave her in two.

“Not today!” Arjun’s voice rang. His arrow struck the knight’s helm, exploding in solar fire. The man screamed, blinded. Lily severed his arm in one smooth follow-through, reclaiming her footing.

Almond, meanwhile, dove straight into the heart of the enemy crew like a storm given flesh. His aura pulsed dark-gold, his body a phantom blur. One Grim Adventurer thrust a spear that carried the force of a tidal surge. Almond caught it with his bare hand, the weapon splintering like twigs. His counterpunch crushed the man’s chest inward—armor, ribs, heart, all pulverized in a single motion.

“Two down,” Almond muttered, scanning for the next.

Another came at him—a woman wielding dual sabers etched with runes. She moved like lightning, every slash carrying afterimages. Almond tilted his head, barely missing the kiss of steel. For the first time, his brow furrowed—she was fast. Faster than most he’d met.

Her blades crossed, aiming for his throat.

A shadow flickered. Silvester appeared, dagger flashing. The woman twisted, blocking his strike—just as Almond’s fist smashed into her stomach, folding her body like parchment. Blood spattered as she collapsed, her sabers clattering.

“Annoying one,” Silvester murmured.

“Annoying but dead.” Almond cracked a grin, then pivoted to the next target.

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At the helm, Admiral Rudra faced the strongest.

Three Grim Adventurers stood against him, their combined power heavier than a collapsing tide. One unleashed spears of compressed water that drilled holes through the deck. Another summoned a blade of thunder twice his height, each swing tearing open the sky. The last radiated an aura of command, a royal enforcer whose every gesture amplified his allies’ strength.

Rudra planted his feet, fists raised.

The first spear of water lunged at him. His fist struck it head-on. Instead of piercing him, the water detonated in a burst of vapor.

The thunder blade descended. Rudra blocked with both forearms, his body reverberating like a struck drum. He staggered back half a step, boots carving grooves into the wood.

“Admiral!” Bianca cried, her voice laced with urgency. She extended her staff, weaving an arcane lattice that absorbed the brunt of the next thunder swing. “You won’t hold alone!”

Rudra grinned, blood trailing from his lip. “That’s the point. Hold me back longer, and I’ll break you harder.”

He surged forward. His fists became storms, each blow resonating with the Heart Engine’s pulse. When he struck the thunder swordsman, lightning scattered into fragments of harmless sparks. When he struck the commander, the man’s aura cracked like glass.

But it wasn’t without cost. One spear of water sliced across Rudra’s ribs, blood spraying. For a moment, his vision blurred.

“Admiral—!” Natalia’s voice rose, her harp glowing. A counter-harmony vibrated across the battlefield, numbing his pain and steadying his breath.

Rudra inhaled. Then he roared, bursting out all of his power and unleashing a technique as the three adversaries fell back under the storm of his fists and supportive offense from others that did their best to inflict the enemy with ’annoying’ effects.

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The battle raged everywhere.

Viktor raised walls of ice, forcing the enemy’s formation to scatter. Zauna’s chains hooked ankles, yanking foes into Lily’s killing arcs. Liang brewed combustive elixirs on the fly, tossing them like grenades that bathed enemy gunners in flames.

They weren’t the executioners—no, that role belonged to Almond, Lily, and Rudra. But the others made damn sure their prey couldn’t move freely. They were gnats, vipers, distractions, thorns, tearing at every seam until their enemies bled out openings.

Still, the cost of error loomed heavy.

One enemy slipped through Viktor’s ice, blade raised high. It was descending toward Bianca’s unprotected side—

Until Arjun shot. His arrow struck the sword mid-swing, deflecting its path just enough for Silvester’s dagger to pierce the man’s throat. Bianca gasped, sweat pouring down her face, knowing she’d nearly died.

Another enemy cornered Zauna, crushing her chains with brute force. His axe swung down—

Only for Lily to intercept, chakrams grinding against steel. She growled, veins bulging with strain, before Almond came barreling from the flank and punched the axeman’s skull into paste.

Close calls. Too close.

But none fell.

And then the tide shifted.

Rudra slammed the commander to the deck, one fist breaking the man’s jaw. With a second strike, his skull burst like rotten fruit.

Almond hurled two corpses overboard, eyes blazing.

Lily’s chakrams painted the air crimson, blood raining onto the deck.

The Royal Adventurers began to falter.

“Retreat!” one screamed, terror cracking his hardened voice.

“Too late,” Almond whispered.

The Eltuvaine’s cannons roared, empowered by the Stormlash Spindle. Thunderous Volley Barrage activated—bolts of crackling destruction tearing through the enemy ship’s hull like knives through silk.

The Black Diamond Veil shimmered, shielding Regalons from the counter-fire.

Their foes tried to leap overboard, to escape into the abyssal tides. But Natalia’s song bound their limbs, Silvester’s daggers cut their ropes, and Lily’s chakrams carved their backs open before they could touch water.

One by one, they fell. Drowned. Burned. Broken.

Until silence reigned, broken only by the hiss of steam and the groan of a sinking royal vessel.

The sea stilled. The storm cleared.

On the Eltuvaine’s deck, blood slicked the boards. Rudra leaned against the mast, breathing heavy, ribs bleeding but unbowed. Almond sat cross-legged among corpses, his eyes calm as if nothing had transpired. Lily wiped gore from her face, her expression unreadable.

The rest of the Regalons stood, alive, battered, but grinning with the madness of victory.

Three million Pirate Points richer. Another crew wiped from existence.

“Bastards were desperate,” Silvester muttered.

“Desperation can’t save them from the inevitable,” Almond said, rising. His gaze swept the horizon, where countless storms yet brewed. “Those watching should know our power now. Next time, they’ll come stronger, but we will be even stronger when they come.”

“Let them come.”