Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 90:Mentorship [4]

Regaining my composure as I flew past the second-highest seating area in the coliseum, I attempted to scan for something I could grab onto.

But I was falling in the exact middle of the coliseum, yards away from anything solid.

My time element couldn’t even help in this situation.

How would freezing time or recovering my muscles stop my fall?

Seeing an impossible situation in front of me, I...just froze, allowing my body to grow faster and faster as it neared the floor.

Daisy was my mentor; she couldn’t let me get hurt, could she?

This was just all a bluff from her.

However, at that moment, a sudden voice echoed from the wall Daisy was hanging from.

"If you’re thinking I’ll save you, then prepare to be disappointed."

"Are you kidding m-"

Before I could finish my furious plea for help, her voice sounded once again.

"I heard about your accomplishments, first in the school-wide mana gathering competition AND the Imperial class freshman competition!?"

Pausing, perhaps for dramatic effect, Daisy continued.

"Damn it’d be a shame if you died...but alas, life goes on."

As I passed by the second-lowest section of seats, my head immediately began spiraling.

What did she want me to do?

Unless she was a damn physcopath, there was no where she’d randomly teleport to the top of the colisuem.

She wanted me to figure something.

At that moment, Tempo seemed to have gathered information as a holographic line appeared, stretching straight downward from the bottom of my shoes to the coliseum’s soft ground.

A timer that read "4:00" even appeared next to the line, decreasing to "3:00" the next second.

Oh great, I had a death timer, now!

Damn it, was the whole world mocking me?

I knew I was going to fall and hit the ground; I didn’t need Tempo to fucking tell me that.

When I tried to calm myself down and clear my head, Daisy’s unbearable voice reverberated...again.

"If you haven’t noticed by now, you’re supposed to use mana!"

While I wanted to scream a variety of words back at her, my gaze remained focused on the ground below me.

Another holographic line appeared.

This line, however, wasn’t straight like the other but slanted, stretching from the bottom of my feet diagonally toward the edge of the coliseum arena.

The end of the line still touched the arena floor, displaying that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the wall and grab something before crashing into the ground.

Yet, what caught my attention was the fact that the line was flickering.

This meant that there was room for change.

In this situation, the independent and uncontrollable variables were the outside conditions, such as the speed at which I was falling and the distance between me and the floor.

That meant that the line flickering had been caused by the dependent and unpredictable variable, which was my skills and abilities.

Suddenly, a third line appeared, staring at the bottom of my feet and ending in the air right above the ground.

I could easily guess that this was the scenario if I used Devil’s transformation, gaining the ability to fly with wings.

While I mentally refused to use that ability, Tempo did take that into account, so it always assumed that me using Devil’s transformation was a possibility.

Ignoring that line, I returned my attention to the second and flickering diagonal line, eventually coming to a conclusion as the timer below reached me "1:50."

Activating phantom mirage and watching five appear directly above me, I simultaneously activated elemental sight.

This time, though, I had two eyes.

Not only did my vision become clearer, with both my eyes...but the environment also became more dull and grey.

But, sure enough, the five clones, free-falling above me, were all covered with ocean-blue particles.

Mana.

I had control over my clones.

My clones were made of mana.

Of course, this mana was outside my body, so I couldn’t use it for mana-protection or to augment my body.

But...external mana still had its uses.

Staring at the clones above me, I steeled my mind and sighed.

In the next moment, five more clones appeared above me...then another five and another.

At that moment, there were currently over twenty-five clones of me descending above me, all glowing an ocean-blue when I stared at them with elemental sight active.

If someone looked up from the coliseum ground, all they would see is me.

No sky, no clouds, no sun; just me.

When I kicked my leg forward, in unison, they would all kick their legs forward.

If my head didn’t feel like it was being dumped into a pool of lava, I would be laughing uncontrollably.

Instead, with a grimace, I gazed at the approaching ground and sent one command to my clones, immediately feeling a surge of pain course through my head.

"Die, would you?"

Like good followers, they all instantly self-destructed above me with no physical trace.

There was no blood, sound, explosions, or even any shifts in the environment.

One second they were there, the next they were gone.

Only their mana particles returned, disappearing with every moment.

Lingering mana particles were traces left behind by real mana particles when they disappeared, and they could not be used.

However, what the clones left behind upon disappearing were not lingering, but real mana particles

I felt it.

A connection to these mana particles.

The will of my clones that had disappeared from existence was still imprinted on this world through the mana particles.

But with every second, dozens of these mana particles disappeared, turning into lingering ones that floated in the air and could not be controlled or manipulated.

Without skipping a beat, I willed the mana particles above to speed downward to the ground before I landed.

But then, something inexplicably happened.

As the mana particles passed by the top of my head, I felt a small portion suddenly disappear, which wasn’t abnormal in itself.

The weird thing was...I felt my mana within my body suddenly increase by the same amount that I had disappeared.