Sasuke in Another Dimension

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But she wasn't finished yet. She summoned the power of frost, calling upon the chilling winds of winter.

"King of Frost, ruler of the snowfields, clad in white! O' frigid monarch who extinguishes all passion! Cold-hearted king, master of frozen demise! Blizzard Storm!"

Ice spears erupted from the cave floor, impaling the monsters. Yet, their numbers seemed endless.

With every demon she defeated, more emerged from the depths, pouring out of the nest hole through the metastasis magic formation. A relentless tide of creatures, closed in on her with alarming speed.

Fwosh! The Mad Skull launched a barrage of rock bullets, shattering a portion of her earth fortress.

"Flaming sword of my charge, rend my enemies to pieces! Flame Slice!" she cried out, directing fiery blades towards the Iron Crawler attempting to breach the weakened barrier. The ground trembled beneath her, but she refused to give up.

Fire was the Iron Crawler's weakness, but using fire magic in the confined space of the cave was unwise. The burning monster's body would contaminate the air, leaving her gasping for breath.

"O majestic land, encase me in your armor and become my shield. Earth Fortress!" she incanted once more, erecting another earthen wall. But with each incantation, her magic grew thinner.

What was her next move? She racked her brain, desperately searching for a plan, but every idea seemed futile. She was trapped, checkmated.

The demons, revived after each defeat, were becoming impossible to handle with her dwindling magic.

"Ah... ah..." Her composure wavered, and her thoughts scattered like melting ice.

"No! I refuse to die!" she cried out, swinging her staff clumsily at the approaching Iron Crawler, the protective wall reduced to rubble.

But it didn't end there. Sticky spider webs enveloped her, drawing closer with every passing second.

"Help! I-I don't want to die...!" she pleaded, crawling backward, her back pressed against the end of the room. She was cornered.

Tears blurred her vision as she fought desperately to cling to life.

In the dimly lit room, she struggled to distinguish the black dirt wall from the ominous black portal before her. Without thinking, faced with imminent death, she closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the end.

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(First-person POV)

"Do I die instantly?" I wonder, feeling no pain. How am I still able to think? My eyes remain shut, too scared to open and comprehend what just happened.

There are no thunderous footsteps from the monstrous creature. The silence is eerie. But that loud sound... What was it? It resembled a thunderstorm colliding with the cacophony of birds chirping at lightning speed.

Summoning my courage, I slowly open my eyes, cautiously leaning against the corner of the room.

The horde of monsters that numbered in the tens, if not hundreds, now lies lifeless, unrecognizable.

"Where am I?" (Speaking Japanese)

My gaze falls upon a figure, a young man standing with his back to me, speaking in a foreign language. He towers above me, his stature commanding. In his hand, he wields a meticulously crafted sword that emanates unfamiliar lightning-like magic.

"...Eh? What just happened?" I utter involuntarily, barely above a whisper. The figure instinctively turns towards me.

As he draws closer and our eyes meet, I find myself gazing into the eyes of the man who fearlessly walked atop the slain monsters. My heart races, as if encountering the hero of my dreams.

His face, so handsome, framed by long, rare jet-black hair, contrasts against his pale skin and abyssal eyes.

Awkwardly, I reach out my hand, using my staff for support.

"Kyahh!"

Startled by the sudden relief, my legs give way, but before I can hit the ground, I find myself caught in his warm and dependable grasp.

He even smells good.

Wait a minute! I've been trapped here for months—I must reek!

"T-Th-Thank you!"

I hastily create some distance between us, worried about the possibility of him detecting my less-than-fresh scent.

"Where am I now?"

His expression remains cold, showing little interest in the chaotic surroundings. But why would he risk his life entering this Teleportation Labyrinth?

"T-This... is a Teleportation Labyrinth. Thank you for saving me, I'm Roxy Migurdia... May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

His eyes widen as if struggling to comprehend my words. But hadn't he just spoken in a foreign language? How is this possible?

After a few moments, his gaze returns to me. "My name is Uchiha Sasuke."

"Ah... Is-"

-Rumble!

The wall behind me quakes, and instinctively, I seek cover behind him.

Monsters again?

"Shishou!"

Shishou? Did he just call me that?

I steal a glance and see a young man—a handsome one, by my standards—who seems strangely familiar.

"Shishou! Are you okay?"

I tilt my head, studying Uchiha Sasuke, only to be met with the same perplexed expression.

"Eh!? Are you asking me?"

What's going on? Logically speaking, the "master" he's referring to must be the strong, black-haired man standing before me, right?

"Of course, I came to save Roxy-sensei. Don't you recognize me? It's Rudi, Rudeus Greyrat."

Surprise turns to disappointment on his face as his attention shifts from me to the man in front of me. "And who are you?" he inquires with a different expression.

Rudi? Ah! That's my brilliant disciple! Now that I take a closer look, he does resemble Paul-san.

But why does his atmosphere suddenly turn competitive?

Rudi, that little boy has grown up and become a handsome man over these past few years. It didn't dawn on me until he mentioned his name. Not long after, Paul-san and his party arrive, their expressions showing concern and caution after the sudden appearance of an unknown man who saved me earlier.