Chapter 20 - The Returner’s Promotion Battle (6)
The Killdra Mouse leaped into the air with its mouth wide open, trying not to
miss even a drop of Desir’s blood.
[Wind Bullet.]
Romantica seized the opportunity. Wordlessly, she quickly formed a Wind
Bullet and shot it straight into the mouse’s belly. A large crack sounded—but
there was something off about the sound.
The exoskeleton covering the rat’s body had definitely broken, but the mouse
hadn’t died. Either the exoskeleton was stronger than she’d thought, or her
nerves had broken her concentration. Either way, the plan had failed. The
Killdra Mouse fell back down and retreated into the torrent of rats. It was
impossible to get to it now.
Suddenly, Pram sped past Romantica.
“Pram!?”
Faster than Romantica or Desir could react, Pram dove into the rolling mass of
rats, and thousands of rodents immediately began ravaging Pram’s skin. But it
wasn't enough to break Pram’s concentration.
The Killdra Mouse couldn’t pass up the smell of blood. It moved quickly
through the swarm. With his keen eyesight, Pram spotted the demon as it made
its way towards him. “Haap!” He stabbed at it, his sword splitting the wave of
rats like a beam.
“Squeeee... eeeeak.” A silver light pierced through the dark mass of rodents.
The grotesque sound of skewered flesh echoed out. The Killdra Mouse, pierced
by Pram’s rapier, shivered and went limp. The rodent swarm, which had
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previously operated like a well-oiled machine, suddenly devolved into an
incoherent mess. “Squeak? Squeeeak?”
As if they’d just woken from a dream, the rats looked around for a moment,
dazed. But when their eyes landed on the gigantic humans next to them, they
scattered back into the forest like a retreating tide.
| Survival quest complete. You have defeated the Killdra Mouse. Survival
success.
“It’s over.” Pram breathed out and collapsed on the spot.
Desir flicked away the remaining rats clambering on Pram’s shoulders. “Good
job, Pram.”
“This much... is nothing.”
Everything had returned to normal, as if nothing had even happened. The ear-
splitting sound of rats was nowhere to be heard. The rain, indifferent to the
fierce battle that had just taken place, poured relentlessly on their faces and
bodies.
“Cold.” Romantica muttered, her entire body soaked to the bone. She looked
like a soggy rat.
Desir smiled, and pointed northwest. “It should be a bit better over there.” The
thunder rumbled, and the clock tower, far to the northwest, cast a long shadow
on the ground.
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Art From Official LN
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| The quest objective has been revealed. You already possess knowledge of this
place. The quest description has been altered to account for this.
| The Privius Clock Tower is a large-scale magic device containing the highest
level of dark magic. Each hour, it will summon a demon that can summon other
demons. The summoned demons will each have unique characteristics
depending on when they are summoned.
| The final quest has been revealed.
[Quest objective: Stop the clock tower.]
| At the top of the clock tower lies the clock’s power source. Destroy the power
source, and the clock tower will stop.
The sharp ring of a sword slash rang out, and the frozen Killdra Mouse
shattered into pieces. Blood and meat danced together in a macabre waltz as its
corpse fell to the ground. Ajest, cold and indifferent, flicked the blood off her
sword.
| You have defeated the Killdra Mouse. Survival success.
The rats had been surrounding the Blue Moon party, pushing in from all sides.
But after the boss rodent perished, they stopped in their tracks, and soon
scattered; their cowardly natures restored themselves after being freed from
the control of the Killdra Mouse.
“We’re alive!” “We won!” Excited cheers rang out from the group.
Ajest looked around. There had been ten party members, including herself.
That number had been reduced to eight. ‘Two eliminated.’
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Overall, out of the 30 participants in this quest, over 10 had been eliminated—
more than a third. The Blue Moon party had put up a decent fight... but Ajest’s
mood had soured, though nobody noticed the change in her emotions because
of her indifferent expression.
Percival walked toward Ajest. “We have the lead now. Almost half of the 18
survivors are in our party.” Mathematically, the remaining survivors could only
be small parties of three to five people. “Once we take care of the other parties,
we’re guaranteed to rank first.”
The rain was still falling. The water soaked their bodies, washing away the
sweat. It was a refreshing feeling after their long fight against the rats. Ajest’s
silver hair blew in the wind. It was a weak north wind, blowing in with the rain.
One couldn’t even feel it without paying attention.
At that moment, Ajest’s eyes flashed open.
[Telbricsa’s shield of ice protect us.]
Magic formulas formed in front of Ajest at an incredible speed. Within a matter
of seconds, a transparent pillar of ice emerged in front of Percival. As soon as it
reached full height, the ice pillar shattered and fell over.
“Wha, what was that just now?” Percival’s voice shook.
“Sniper.” There was no trace of any emotion in her voice, but Ajest also felt
some shock. It was because there was barely any gap between the detection
magic—the wind—and the snipe. If she hadn’t noticed the detection magic,
Percival would have been eliminated right there.
‘There shouldn’t be any mages here capable of casting this quickly...’ More
accurately, there was nobody with that level of skill among the freshmen,
herself excluded. Regardless of her expectations, the important thing was that a
high-level wind mage was targeting them. And no matter how skilled her Alpha
Class teammates were, a sniper of this level was incredibly dangerous. Ajest
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commanded the party members standing behind her. “Enemy. Tankers in front.
Wind mages, disrupt the air currents.”
Her team moved into the defensive formation, following Ajest’s orders. The
tankers stood in front, shields out. The mages stood behind them, disrupting
the air and preparing to counterattack.
...But no more attacks came. The enemy had likely realized that sniping was
pointless without the element of surprise. So Ajest’s party kept waiting, but to
no avail.
“Leader? They’re not sniping us...”
“Hold formation.”
They couldn’t release the formation just because the enemy had stopped
sniping. The sniper would blow away their heads if the Blue Moon party
lowered their guard for even a second.
“Do not relax. Advance north.” Ajest pointed in the direction the bullet had
come from.
“Mages capable of casting detection spells, cast them every 100 meters.”
The Blue Moon party advanced, their nerves stretched tight. The rain fell, the
wind howled. For the vulnerable party, the weather conditions couldn’t be any
worse.
Ajest bit her lip. ‘I’ve failed.’
From the third floor of the clock tower, Romantica looked out the window at
the forest below, eyes furrowed in frustration. Desir stood next to her. “It
doesn’t matter. I didn’t expect the snipe to work as long as Ajest was there.”
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“What? You told me to snipe them knowing it wouldn’t work?” Romantica
scowled and puffed up her cheeks.
“Yes. To tell them that we have a sniper on our side. They’ll have to spend every
moment looking out for a snipe as they move, and they’ll have to constantly use
detection magic to prepare for it. That alone should be a huge mental burden
for them.”
Romantica released the air from her cheeks, but she still wasn't convinced.
“Since the snipe failed, they’ve found our location.”
“And that is the core of the plan.”
Romantica raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Desir spoke again. “Snipe every party, not just the Blue Moon party. Let them
know our location.”
Romantica’s shrill voice berated him. “Did you hit your head?” Desir smiled in
response.
Their objective was to lower the number of survivors below ten, whatever it
took. Of course, since the Blue Moon party held the majority, it was impossible
to avoid an eventual conflict with them. There was no way his group could win
against the Blue Moon party in a direct confrontation. “But a melee’s a different
story.”
“A melee?”
“We make every party fight at the same time, right here, in this clock tower.”
That was the best option for their party, considering their small number. “Right
now, the Blue Moon party has an absolute advantage. But what would happen if
every party gathers here? There’s no way the other survivors will fight each
other when there’s such a powerful group sitting right there. They’ll team up
against the overwhelming enemy.”
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Desir paused to breathe, then continued. “When that melee happens, we’ll
balance them out. We’ll take out any enemies if we have the chance. If we see
one side winning, we’ll tip the scales toward the other side. We’ll slowly reduce
the number of survivors down to nine.”
“In other words, we make them work for us,” Pram concluded.
“How scummy of you, Desir.”
Desir raised an eyebrow at Romantica’s insult, and spoke with a smirk. “What
matters is that we win, right?”
Pram folded his arms. “But if we use that strategy, it’ll be so unfair for the other
parties. After coming all the way here while defending themselves at the same
time, they’ll be stuck in a huge melee. It’ll truly be hell for them.”
“Wouldn’t it be heaven for us?” A peculiar twinkle flashed in Desir’s eyes.
Romantica shivered. He was a master at tormenting others. A demon in human
form.
Desir clapped his hands. “Well, that’s just the way it is. Our job right now is
simple: keep sniping every party to tell them our location. Tell them their
enemies are right here, in this clock tower.”
Romantica moved to the window. She spoke as she cast her detection magic
silently. “I don’t know if they’ll come even if I keep shooting them like this.”
“What other choice do they have? This place is the quest objective.”
After all, everyone had to come to Privius Clock Tower to clear the quest.
Desir’s party was simply reminding them of that fact, with bullets instead of
words.
“Now, let the mud fight begin.” Desir clapped.
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The sound of a bullet was lost in the wind.
Chapter 20 - The Returner’s Promotion Battle (6)
The Killdra Mouse leaped into the air with its mouth wide open, trying not to
miss even a drop of Desir’s blood.
[Wind Bullet.]
Romantica seized the opportunity. Wordlessly, she quickly formed a Wind
Bullet and shot it straight into the mouse’s belly. A large crack sounded—but
there was something off about the sound.
The exoskeleton covering the rat’s body had definitely broken, but the mouse
hadn’t died. Either the exoskeleton was stronger than she’d thought, or her
nerves had broken her concentration. Either way, the plan had failed. The
Killdra Mouse fell back down and retreated into the torrent of rats. It was
impossible to get to it now.
Suddenly, Pram sped past Romantica.
“Pram!?”
Faster than Romantica or Desir could react, Pram dove into the rolling mass of
rats, and thousands of rodents immediately began ravaging Pram’s skin. But it
wasn't enough to break Pram’s concentration.
The Killdra Mouse couldn’t pass up the smell of blood. It moved quickly
through the swarm. With his keen eyesight, Pram spotted the demon as it made
its way towards him. “Haap!” He stabbed at it, his sword splitting the wave of
rats like a beam.
“Squeeee... eeeeak.” A silver light pierced through the dark mass of rodents.
The grotesque sound of skewered flesh echoed out. The Killdra Mouse, pierced
by Pram’s rapier, shivered and went limp. The rodent swarm, which had
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previously operated like a well-oiled machine, suddenly devolved into an
incoherent mess. “Squeak? Squeeeak?”
As if they’d just woken from a dream, the rats looked around for a moment,
dazed. But when their eyes landed on the gigantic humans next to them, they
scattered back into the forest like a retreating tide.
| Survival quest complete. You have defeated the Killdra Mouse. Survival
success.
“It’s over.” Pram breathed out and collapsed on the spot.
Desir flicked away the remaining rats clambering on Pram’s shoulders. “Good
job, Pram.”
“This much... is nothing.”
Everything had returned to normal, as if nothing had even happened. The ear-
splitting sound of rats was nowhere to be heard. The rain, indifferent to the
fierce battle that had just taken place, poured relentlessly on their faces and
bodies.
“Cold.” Romantica muttered, her entire body soaked to the bone. She looked
like a soggy rat.
Desir smiled, and pointed northwest. “It should be a bit better over there.” The
thunder rumbled, and the clock tower, far to the northwest, cast a long shadow
on the ground.
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Art From Official LN
20
| The quest objective has been revealed. You already possess knowledge of this
place. The quest description has been altered to account for this.
| The Privius Clock Tower is a large-scale magic device containing the highest
level of dark magic. Each hour, it will summon a demon that can summon other
demons. The summoned demons will each have unique characteristics
depending on when they are summoned.
| The final quest has been revealed.
[Quest objective: Stop the clock tower.]
| At the top of the clock tower lies the clock’s power source. Destroy the power
source, and the clock tower will stop.
The sharp ring of a sword slash rang out, and the frozen Killdra Mouse
shattered into pieces. Blood and meat danced together in a macabre waltz as its
corpse fell to the ground. Ajest, cold and indifferent, flicked the blood off her
sword.
| You have defeated the Killdra Mouse. Survival success.
The rats had been surrounding the Blue Moon party, pushing in from all sides.
But after the boss rodent perished, they stopped in their tracks, and soon
scattered; their cowardly natures restored themselves after being freed from
the control of the Killdra Mouse.
“We’re alive!” “We won!” Excited cheers rang out from the group.
Ajest looked around. There had been ten party members, including herself.
That number had been reduced to eight. ‘Two eliminated.’
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Overall, out of the 30 participants in this quest, over 10 had been eliminated—
more than a third. The Blue Moon party had put up a decent fight... but Ajest’s
mood had soured, though nobody noticed the change in her emotions because
of her indifferent expression.
Percival walked toward Ajest. “We have the lead now. Almost half of the 18
survivors are in our party.” Mathematically, the remaining survivors could only
be small parties of three to five people. “Once we take care of the other parties,
we’re guaranteed to rank first.”
The rain was still falling. The water soaked their bodies, washing away the
sweat. It was a refreshing feeling after their long fight against the rats. Ajest’s
silver hair blew in the wind. It was a weak north wind, blowing in with the rain.
One couldn’t even feel it without paying attention.
At that moment, Ajest’s eyes flashed open.
[Telbricsa’s shield of ice protect us.]
Magic formulas formed in front of Ajest at an incredible speed. Within a matter
of seconds, a transparent pillar of ice emerged in front of Percival. As soon as it
reached full height, the ice pillar shattered and fell over.
“Wha, what was that just now?” Percival’s voice shook.
“Sniper.” There was no trace of any emotion in her voice, but Ajest also felt
some shock. It was because there was barely any gap between the detection
magic—the wind—and the snipe. If she hadn’t noticed the detection magic,
Percival would have been eliminated right there.
‘There shouldn’t be any mages here capable of casting this quickly...’ More
accurately, there was nobody with that level of skill among the freshmen,
herself excluded. Regardless of her expectations, the important thing was that a
high-level wind mage was targeting them. And no matter how skilled her Alpha
Class teammates were, a sniper of this level was incredibly dangerous. Ajest
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commanded the party members standing behind her. “Enemy. Tankers in front.
Wind mages, disrupt the air currents.”
Her team moved into the defensive formation, following Ajest’s orders. The
tankers stood in front, shields out. The mages stood behind them, disrupting
the air and preparing to counterattack.
...But no more attacks came. The enemy had likely realized that sniping was
pointless without the element of surprise. So Ajest’s party kept waiting, but to
no avail.
“Leader? They’re not sniping us...”
“Hold formation.”
They couldn’t release the formation just because the enemy had stopped
sniping. The sniper would blow away their heads if the Blue Moon party
lowered their guard for even a second.
“Do not relax. Advance north.” Ajest pointed in the direction the bullet had
come from.
“Mages capable of casting detection spells, cast them every 100 meters.”
The Blue Moon party advanced, their nerves stretched tight. The rain fell, the
wind howled. For the vulnerable party, the weather conditions couldn’t be any
worse.
Ajest bit her lip. ‘I’ve failed.’
From the third floor of the clock tower, Romantica looked out the window at
the forest below, eyes furrowed in frustration. Desir stood next to her. “It
doesn’t matter. I didn’t expect the snipe to work as long as Ajest was there.”
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“What? You told me to snipe them knowing it wouldn’t work?” Romantica
scowled and puffed up her cheeks.
“Yes. To tell them that we have a sniper on our side. They’ll have to spend every
moment looking out for a snipe as they move, and they’ll have to constantly use
detection magic to prepare for it. That alone should be a huge mental burden
for them.”
Romantica released the air from her cheeks, but she still wasn't convinced.
“Since the snipe failed, they’ve found our location.”
“And that is the core of the plan.”
Romantica raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Desir spoke again. “Snipe every party, not just the Blue Moon party. Let them
know our location.”
Romantica’s shrill voice berated him. “Did you hit your head?” Desir smiled in
response.
Their objective was to lower the number of survivors below ten, whatever it
took. Of course, since the Blue Moon party held the majority, it was impossible
to avoid an eventual conflict with them. There was no way his group could win
against the Blue Moon party in a direct confrontation. “But a melee’s a different
story.”
“A melee?”
“We make every party fight at the same time, right here, in this clock tower.”
That was the best option for their party, considering their small number. “Right
now, the Blue Moon party has an absolute advantage. But what would happen if
every party gathers here? There’s no way the other survivors will fight each
other when there’s such a powerful group sitting right there. They’ll team up
against the overwhelming enemy.”
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Desir paused to breathe, then continued. “When that melee happens, we’ll
balance them out. We’ll take out any enemies if we have the chance. If we see
one side winning, we’ll tip the scales toward the other side. We’ll slowly reduce
the number of survivors down to nine.”
“In other words, we make them work for us,” Pram concluded.
“How scummy of you, Desir.”
Desir raised an eyebrow at Romantica’s insult, and spoke with a smirk. “What
matters is that we win, right?”
Pram folded his arms. “But if we use that strategy, it’ll be so unfair for the other
parties. After coming all the way here while defending themselves at the same
time, they’ll be stuck in a huge melee. It’ll truly be hell for them.”
“Wouldn’t it be heaven for us?” A peculiar twinkle flashed in Desir’s eyes.
Romantica shivered. He was a master at tormenting others. A demon in human
form.
Desir clapped his hands. “Well, that’s just the way it is. Our job right now is
simple: keep sniping every party to tell them our location. Tell them their
enemies are right here, in this clock tower.”
Romantica moved to the window. She spoke as she cast her detection magic
silently. “I don’t know if they’ll come even if I keep shooting them like this.”
“What other choice do they have? This place is the quest objective.”
After all, everyone had to come to Privius Clock Tower to clear the quest.
Desir’s party was simply reminding them of that fact, with bullets instead of
words.
“Now, let the mud fight begin.” Desir clapped.
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The sound of a bullet was lost in the wind.
