I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 337: Breaking In

"Ah, crap. Looks like you were ready, huh?" Logan snorted, frustrated. This wasn't going to be easy.

The unicorn didn't waste time. With a sharp cry, the majestic creature reared up and aimed a powerful mule kick straight at him.

Logan barely had time to react. He snapped up his left arm—and the compact buckler strapped to it pulsed with mana. In an instant, it expanded to triple its size, absorbing the brunt of the unicorn's devastating strike.

He gritted his teeth but didn't just take it. With a burst of light, Logan vanished using Gleamstep—a skill borrowed from Lucent, his tiger. He reappeared at the unicorn's flank and lashed out with Divine Breaker, a multi-hit strike that slammed his limbs into the beast in rapid succession.

Four solid blows—clean, precise.

But he met some unknown resistance as the sound of glass shattering was heard.

A radiant shield shimmered around the unicorn, and every one of his strikes was deflected. Logan's instincts screamed at him.

Something was off.

Space twisted beside the unicorn—then snap! Mana burst from the distortion. Four sharp blasts erupted from thin air, mirroring the force of Logan's own strikes.

"Damn… so that's how it is."

Logan vanished again with Gleamstep, narrowly escaping the backlash. He landed several meters away, sliding backward with his shiny black boots digging into the grass.

Another kick came for him. He dodged it with a clean backstep, using the motion to get breathing room while eyeing his shield.

The dragon-forged scale shimmered faintly, untouched. No cracks. Not even a scratch.

"…At least the gear's holding up," Logan muttered, adjusting his grip on his whip.

The unicorn pawed the ground, steam rising from its flanks. The glow around it intensified—it was just getting started.

And so was he.

"Now let's do what I planned from the start." Logan smirked to himself, extending his whip with a flick of his arm.

He'd already begun to understand the unicorn's movement patterns—fluid, explosive, yet predictable if you focused hard enough. Timing would be everything.

He summoned Darkness Arrow, but this time, paired it with Shadow Step in a more tactical way.

Instead of warping to the arrow's landing spot, he calculated the perfect moment—just as it passed behind the unicorn. Then, in an instant, he vanished and reappeared midair, directly above the creature's back.

The unicorn reared violently the moment Logan landed.

It screamed in surprise, kicking and thrashing, but Logan was already prepared.

He lashed the whip downward, looping it around the unicorn's neck and shoulders, using it to anchor himself like a makeshift saddle. He gritted his teeth as the beast bucked and twisted beneath him.

"Easy now!" he shouted, gripping tighter. "C'mon, don't make me throw a saddle on you too I have plenty of those!"

The unicorn flailed, radiant energy pulsing from its body like heat waves—but Logan held on, channeling his strength through his legs and arms. He chuckled to himself as the wild ride continued.

It reminded him of that old cowboy game, the one where you had to survive long enough on a wild horse to calm it before a player could ride it normally.

He didn't know if this would actually work.

But he was damn sure going to try.

The whip was tightly coiled in Logan's hand as he summoned three shadowy tendrils—dark, rope-like tentacles drawn from his mana.

One of them anchored around his own waist, while the other two lashed out—one wrapping firmly around the unicorn's neck, the other tightening across its belly. Together, they held him in place atop the thrashing beast.

Logan grit his teeth, bracing himself. He refused to yank on the creature's mane, not wanting to add insult to injury. Hurting it unnecessarily would only make taming harder.

"Yeehaa! Let's go—do your worst now!" he shouted, half-laughing, half-grunting as the unicorn bucked violently beneath him.

The majestic steed twisted its body, even turning back at times to bite at Logan—its large horn swinging dangerously close. It charged across the clearing, kicking up dust, shaking the earth with each stomp of its hooves.

Thankfully, there weren't any trees to slam into.

"I thought the fairies warned you," Logan called out between jolts, "but I guess they've never seen how humans tame wild horses. Or creatures..."

He let out a breathless chuckle. To be honest Logan was having a good time at this moment.

"They should've warned you to watch out for this!"

Suddenly, the unicorn activated its shield again.

A brilliant flash surged outward—bam!—and Logan was thrown high into the air, completely dislodged. He twisted mid-flight, biting down a curse as he quickly regained control.

"Not done yet," he muttered.

He cast Darkness Arrow mid-air, locking a target zone, then activated Shadow Step. His form vanished into mist, reappearing safely on the ground. A clean landing—but that meant distance now. Logan exhaled sharply. If the unicorn was going to keep spamming those damn shields, then he'd wear it down first.

No more playing cowboy.

He stored his whip and let the compact shield on his left arm retract to its miniature form. For now, he wanted to test his new gauntlets—how well they held up under pressure.

Blinking forward again, he activated Lurking Fangs, one of Yui's swift, close-range assassination moves. He aimed for the unicorn's side, trying to slip the strike in between the natural pauses of its movement.

Crack!

No good.

The shield lit up in time—his strike was repelled once more. Logan grimaced but didn't stop. He immediately cloaked himself in Mistwalk Shroud, trying to vanish into the air like vapor.

For a second, he thought it worked.

Then the unicorn reared up, and with a radiant burst, flooded the area in blinding white light. It was like staring into the sun. The shadows were gone. Logan's figure became fully exposed again.

"Tch… busted."

He blinked out—Darkness Arrow, Shadow Step, a combo he could almost do without thinking now. He landed several meters away, shielding his eyes.

"Damn it, that shield is annoying…" Logan muttered, narrowing his eyes as he wiped sweat from his brow. "I really hope you're not still level forty when I tame you. You feel way tougher than that."

He clicked his tongue, already visualizing the next move.

He launched forward again, this time channeling Solar Pounce—one of Lucent's brightest and most aggressive melee skills. A light-based dash with a powerful jab mixed in.

Yes, he knew it was a bad matchup.

Light against light rarely did much damage. But that wasn't the point.

He wasn't here to win fast—he was here to break in his new gear. To push every piece of it to the limit, testing his melee skills from light to dark and everything in between.