Perfect Warrior
There exists a spell known as "Perfect Warrior."
A magic that transfers all of the caster's levels into warrior levels, wholesale.
By doing so, the spellcaster gains access to every form of armament normally impossible for magic users to equip, and temporarily acquires physical abilities on par with a level-100 warrior. For that reason, even a purely magical class can, for a brief period, engage in close-quarters combat without relying on magic.
If you only looked at the catalog description, you might think it an impressive spell.
Imagine a depleted magic caster suddenly switching to melee combat — a frightening prospect indeed.
However, this spell carries numerous defects, and within the game Yggdrasil, cases where it was effectively utilized were extremely rare.
So rare, one might say: Perfect Warrior was little more than a joke spell.
First, upon activating Perfect Warrior, the user becomes unable to cast any magic.
And although their levels convert into warrior levels, they do not gain any of the combat skills an actual warrior would have.
Thus, when compared to a same-level warrior, the user becomes an inferior imitation.
A warrior with no bonus features, relying on bare-handed, skill-less strikes?
In game terms, it was incredibly underwhelming.
In Yggdrasil, Perfect Warrior was closer to a gag spell than anything of actual value.
…But what would happen if Momonga, fused with Albedo's physical stats, used it now?
Albedo was originally a level-100 warrior.
To that, Momonga would add the entire stat block of a level-100 Overlord, converted wholly into warrior attributes on top.
A warrior who already scored 120 points as both warrior and mage would transform into a 240-point warrior.
That could no longer be called a joke.
It was a legitimate trump card.
Ever since receiving this new body, Momonga had desperately wanted to test this.
(…This is incredible.)
Momonga could not hide her astonishment as power flooded through her body.
The instant she invoked Perfect Warrior, her body felt as light as a puff of dandelion fluff.
No — not light.
It was as if weight itself had disappeared.
"..."
She tightened her hand.
Then opened it again.
A freshness washed through her, like a feverish body suddenly recovering in an instant.
She could feel the absence of her magical power — an empty hollow — but the overwhelming omnipotence filling her flesh far outstripped any sense of loss.
(Right now… I feel like I could do absolutely anything with just this body.)
Reaching E-Rantel in a single bound.
Snapping Hihiirokane with her fingers.
Delivering a blow so powerful it created an earthquake mistaken for a natural disaster…
Every scenario she imagined seemed easily within reach.
Such was the sheer power filling her being.
Albedo's wings were slightly slower than magical Flight,
but right now, even with mere physical flight powered by wings, Momonga felt she could outrun a fighter jet.
She looked up at the colossal magical tree Zy'tl Q'ae, and the creature shuddered—
Or seemed to. It was unclear if it truly felt fear.
But when the tip of Momonga's bardiche swayed ever so slightly, the monster sensed something.
It whipped its last two tentacles violently.
They came from both sides — overwhelming speed and mass behind them.
Momonga didn't even blink.
(Slow.)
The more she sharpened her focus, the more sluggish the world became.
Those tentacles would reach her in less than a second, but she felt irritation at their slowness.
Her grip tightened on the haft of her weapon.
She shifted the blade— and unleashed a single, horizontal strike.
A shrill crack tore through the world.
It didn't sound like a heavy weapon being swung.
It sounded like reality itself splitting apart.
Anyone hearing it would feel as though sharp needles were being driven from their eardrums into their brain.
An unnatural sound — birthed from an unnatural strike.
With a movement that could hardly be called a technique — more a pure act of violence —
the two tentacles were sliced clean off.
Two heavy impacts echoed as the severed limbs crashed down somewhere far across the forest.
"...Now it's my turn."
It was a declaration of death to Zy'tl Q'ae.
The moment the magical tree's fate was sealed.
Zy'tl Q'ae expelled a mass of seeds from its maw — its final desperate resistance.
Momonga stepped forward.
What she intended as a simple step became a thunderous launch.
The earth behind her cracked into a circular crater, spiderweb fissures spreading outward as if the ground itself screamed.
She accelerated like a cannonball, yet her vision remained perfectly sharp.
Though she moved through a realm of extreme speed, the world appeared in slow motion — as if time had stalled around her.
At the very front of the oncoming storm of seeds—
She planted her heel on the foremost seed — moving slower than a yawn to her — and vaulted upward with acrobatic grace.
Spinning like a drill, each rotation an art form, she leapt from seed to seed in rapid succession.
Each seed was a bullet of certain death, yet she used them like stepping stones, darting through the sky like lightning.
Before long, she was more than a hundred meters above the ground—
right beside the top of Zy'tl Q'ae's head.
The vast Trob Forest spread beneath her like a miniature diorama.
Fear did not exist within Momonga.
Even this sensation of floating felt pleasant.
She inhaled sharply.
In both hands she held her bardiche, raised overhead, the blade reflecting a sickly, dull glow — shimmering ominously beneath the sun.
Zy'tl Q'ae screamed.
"UWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!"
Momonga poured her entire strength into the downward vertical slash.
The arc of the blade had no hesitation, no impurity—
a straight, honest, brutal stroke.
It was the first full-power blow she had delivered since arriving in this world.
—Light flashed.
A straight fissure of brilliance ran from Zy'tl Q'ae's head down its entire length.
Seven colors erupted from the split, scattering in wild reflections.
Like a torrent of lightning, the radiance flooded the region with blinding light.
Zy'tl Q'ae's massive form, unable to withstand the overwhelming damage, began to collapse.
A quake-like death-roar reverberated across the entirety of the Trob Forest.
And then—
like a bamboo stalk cleaved cleanly—
the magical tree was neatly, beautifully severed in half.
(…It really was a single strike.)
Landing softly at the base of the fallen tree, Momonga stared at the result with disbelief.
No skills.
No buffs.
Just a raw, brute-force blow.
And yet it unleashed destructive power rivaling, or surpassing, even a World Champion's "Dimensional Slash."
Zy'tl Q'ae possessed absurd HP.
Yet not only had she killed it in one blow—
the damage value must have far exceeded its maximum.
The experiment was a complete success.
As she had suspected, Perfect Warrior, in this world—no, in this body—could be used effectively.
That alone made fighting Zy'tl Q'ae worthwhile.
Though the bardiche wasn't bloody, she swung it grandly, as if shaking off imaginary filth.
A guildmate once told her that was considered good manners for a warrior.
She tried to recall who had said it—
—and froze.
"Eh…?"
A rasp escaped her throat.
The magical tree — split cleanly in half, reduced to nothing more than a falling trunk —
was exhibiting clear abnormalities.
First—its lines.
The outlines, crevices, leaf-veins—
all the visual lines used to define the creature began to distort.
Warping, blurring, snapping back, distorting again—
as though ripples ran through a reflection on water.
Then—its sound.
From the wounded areas, a chorus of hundreds of dying goddesses shrieked through the forest.
It didn't come from the tree's core—
but from the cut itself, as if the slice were emitting the sound.
The ultrasonic force shattered clouds, bent trees, and birds dropped from the sky.
And then—its color.
Its brightness, saturation, and radiance fluctuated wildly.
One moment colorless, the next violently vivid, then swirling into marbled rainbows.
Momonga's eyes widened.
Inside the helmet, panic and confusion flooded her gaze.
"H–Hey…
Hey, hey, hey…!"
A cold sweat crawled down her spine.
She had considered the possibility of a second form—
but this was far too strange.
"Hey… no way…"
A horrifying possibility gripped her chest.
An unprecedented chill raced across her back.
(Don't tell me…)
The thought sprouted like a poisonous seed.
An abnormal phenomenon—yet frighteningly plausible.
Momonga clenched her fist, staring up at the vibrating abomination.
Could this be—
A BUG?
(Is it… glitching…?)
A bug—
a system error resulting from an impossible situation.
In Yggdrasil, damage calculation was extremely complex.
Character stats.
Passive skills.
Racial bonuses.
Weapon damage, attributes, special effects.
Equipment modifiers.
Environmental factors.
All added, multiplied, factored into a final attack value.
But now—
Momonga was at level 200, a level impossible without cheating.
All of that power was converted to warrior stats via Perfect Warrior.
Then all concentrated into one, unrestrained strike.
The creators of this world — the gods, the developers —
would never have accounted for such an event.
They never programmed data for this.
Momonga herself was already an anomaly.
A being beyond system limits.
If such an existence used what was essentially a bugged spell—
It was obvious what would happen.
—The laws of the universe would distort.
"U—uwahhh…!"
A crushing dread suffocated her.
The world itself was destabilizing.
The trigger was none other than her.
A worst-case scenario flashed through her mind:
The world collapsing under the strain.
Breaking apart from the overflow.
She could only pray.
She dropped to her knees, pressed her hands together, and desperately begged for the phenomenon to settle.
…Five minutes passed.
And then, abruptly—
Zy'tl Q'ae's abnormality vanished.
The calculation must have finally finished.
The tree returned to its normal, cleanly bisected appearance and fell into the forest.
"...Th-That… worked out… somehow…"
Momonga removed her helmet and wiped the sweat pouring down her forehead.
She swore to herself — never to use Perfect Warrior again.
Even if she tried it a second time, she could not count on such convenient results.
"Fuuuuuu..."
After a long sigh, she collapsed onto her rear.
She would need to be far more careful with her power—
and with how she conducted herself.
Even a body that didn't tire… felt exhausted.
Before her, a conveniently small piece of Zy'tl Q'ae covered in moss-like herbs plopped down.
A small, irrelevant detail.
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Momonga, by sheer luck, retrieved Zy'tl Q'ae's "herb that can cure any disease."
She later destroys the monster using an overcharged Nuclear Blast while faking it as the result of a rampaging "Magic-Sealing Crystal."
Next chapter, she will reappear with her black armor in tatters