Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure

Seeing this, everyone froze. It wasn't every day you could witness two Leons at the same time. The sight was so astonishing that no one present could react right away.

The first to break the silence was Leon's younger brother.

"Wow! Two brothers! That's so coooool!" Colin exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

On the other hand, Nyx, who had been in a state of mild drowsiness all this time, suddenly perked up. He stared intently at the two Leons, rubbed his eyes, and muttered,

"Am I still dreaming, or am I hallucinating from lack of sleep?"

Barcus, watching his son with undisguised amazement, finally spoke up.

"Are you really my son?" he smirked, though his voice carried a hint of pride. "Even in my prime, I wasn't this talented."

The last to react was Arthur. His gaze shifted from one Leon to the other before he finally spoke.

"Have you invented a new type of magic, Viscount? It would be quite fascinating to see it in action."

The two Leons exchanged glances and almost simultaneously chuckled, scratching the backs of their heads.

"Ha, something like that," one of them said.

"This isn't new magic at all," the other clarified, looking at Arthur. "I don't expend mana on my clone. However, I can transfer my mana to it so it can use it."

Arthur frowned, but his eyes lit up with curiosity.

"Oh, how intriguing," he said, listening intently to Leon's explanation.

Leon, pleased with everyone's reactions, smiled and turned to Barcus.

"Well, old man, ready to lose?"

Barcus simply smirked. Grabbing his sword, he strode toward where the monsters were supposed to be.

"We'll see who beats who," he said over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, the two Leons began dividing up the weapons. The clone chose a sword, while the real Leon opted for a rifle.

"Let's show them what we've got!" Leon said confidently.

High above the ground, an AI named Luxion observed the scene. His voice was barely audible, but it carried a strange determination.

"Unfortunately, I'll have to intervene…" he murmured softly.

And that's how it all unfolded.

Relying on his artificial intelligence, Luxion, for guidance, Leon had always trusted its directions. But this time, things were different. Luxion either provided false information or remained completely silent, leaving his owner without any guidance.

When the Leons decided to continue on without its help, the AI began interfering in other ways. Sometimes it fired electrical charges at them, forcing them to dodge, and other times it caused cave-ins ahead, blocking their path and making them find alternate routes.

"Maybe I should just destroy you," Leon said with a frustrated smile, a vein bulging on his forehead.

Luxion didn't seem concerned in the slightest.

"I doubt you'd succeed," it replied in its usual monotone.

Leon clicked his tongue, suppressing his irritation, and carried on. Despite Luxion's efforts, the competition between Leon and his father Barcus was still ongoing, with Leon currently in the lead.

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As they delved deeper into the dungeon, they gradually forgot about everything except their goal. Leon and Barcus enthusiastically competed, slaying monsters, while the others watched with interest. At one point, Arthur, who had been diligently recording everything in his notebook, stopped them all.

"I think it's time to call it a day," he said firmly, snapping his notebook shut.

Leon and Barcus turned to him at the same time.

"What?!" they exclaimed in unison.

Barcus frowned.

"Why? We haven't conquered the dungeon yet!"

"Exactly," Leon agreed with his father.

Arthur shook his head and pointed to his watch.

"Yes, but you don't even realize how long you've been here because of your competition," he replied.

"How long?" Colin asked in surprise, standing next to Arthur.

"Ten hours," Arthur said flatly.

"Ten hours?!" the Bartfort family members shouted in unison, their eyes widening in shock.

Barcus let out a weary sigh, scratched the back of his head, and nodded.

"In that case, I suppose we really should wrap this up. Your mother has probably noticed our absence by now."

Leon squinted, clearly unhappy about having to stop.

"Fine," he muttered.

"Then I'll announce the results," Arthur said, beginning to tally up the points each of them had scored during the outing.

"Alright, in fourth place is Nyx. He earned 52.5 points," Arthur announced loudly, closing his notes.

Hearing this, Nyx suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He felt a murderous intent coming from somewhere. Turning his head toward the source, he met Barcus's gaze. His father's expression spoke volumes without a single word:

"When we get home, you won't rest. You'll pick up a sword."

Realizing what awaited him, Nyx let out a heavy sigh and hung his head, resigning himself to the inevitable punishment.

"Ahem," Arthur cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood. "In third place is Colin, with a score of 55 points."

He looked at Barcus with a slight smile and added,

"It's interesting how talented your kids are. Do you raise them in some sort of Spartan regime?"

Barcus chuckled and shrugged.

"No, they're just like that. I only ask them to train with a sword every now and then."

Colin, jumping up excitedly, began swinging his sword in the air.

"I beat my brother! I'm better than Nyx!" he exclaimed with unrestrained joy.

Leon, watching his younger brother, laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Congrats, Colin. Nice work."

The boy beamed even brighter, while Arthur reopened his notebook.

"Alright, moving on. Now for second place…"