My body feels heavy… In the end, I didn’t receive too much damage from the clay brave, but… The MP and HP cost of [Hellgate’s] is harsh. It feels like I’ve been injured, or rather it feels as though my insides suddenly rotted. I mend my body thoroughly with [Autoregeneration].
…Combined with the need for healing, the MP cost is close to a thousand. The consumption rate is incomparable with other skills. My ex-war buddy [Wind Slash]-san, now usurped by [Dimension Claw]-sensei, could be fired a hundred times for the same cost. [Hellgate]’s limit is thrice in a day… No, considering the need to use MP for other things in battle, the realistic maximum is probably twice per day.
Lilixira probably won’t be coming here alone, so it’s important that I keep some strength in reserve to protect Aro the others. If I’m forced to use [Hellgate] a second time, I’ll lose that layer of security. With my stats now, the worry of Lilixira cornering me enough to force me to use it twice seems unlikely, and yet…
…First off, let’s check out my newly acquired [Wormhole] skill. I guess I got it at level 100? Because the clay brave gave me so much experience, my level increased by so much that it’s hard to be certain…
【Normal Skill [Wormhole]】
【By distorting space and connecting to a separate location, teleportation without regard for physical distance becomes possible.】
Oh, ohh? T-teleportation magic? S-such a handy thing actually existed? If that means we can flee from Lilixira as much as we want now, doesn’t that mean everything I’ve done by fleeing here will have been meaningless?
【The range of movement is proportional to the user’s body span, and is at most ten times that size.】
【The MP consumption is extreme, and there is a short delay before activation, so it is difficult to use.】
…That’s what I thought. A distance of ten times my body length would be easy to cover with by jumping, even without putting much effort into it. If that’s all, then I wish I had gotten [Gravillion] that Lilixira used to compress Eldia.
Since I’ve gotten nothing but excellent skills as an oneiros until now, I might have set my expectations a little too high. Well, it’s my first time hearing of something like teleportation that’s slower than conventional movement. In some sense it might be more realistic but… How can I use it… Err… W-well, let’s try investigating it later. It’s probably not completely unusable.
I dig out the gigantic stone slab that the clay brave was originally leaning against… As a result of my rampage, the terrain here has become a mess. It was quite a beautiful place decorated with flowers as well.
I pull up the stone slab. Well then, this should be Alchimia’s stone slab. I’ll check what it says right away.
It’s my first time seeing letters, but this world’s language information is apparently comes in the form a skill called [Grisha Language], and after Miria imparting the bare minimum to me, the rest came easily. It’s possible I might have might have acquired knowledge of written words back then, too. At any rate, I’ve seen the [Grisha Language] skill many times, but never something like a [Grisha Characters] skill, after all. Thinking about it that way seems consistent…
…Characters I’ve never ever seen before are etched into the stone slab. Below them, a depiction of a dragon fighting a swordsman is carved. I-I can’t read it at all…
I gently set the stone slab on the ground, and begin to descend the mountain… Well, let’s call Aro over.
“That was quick. I believed you would take two days at the longest.”
As I descend from the summit, I see Umukahime sitting on a chair made of a bundle of mysterious tentacles that extend from her back. Aro and the black lizard are pinned beneath her.
“Draagon-god-shama…”
“Kyu…”
The two are deepening their friendship.
『A-A-Aro!? Black lizaard!?』
Beside them, treant-san is half-buried in the ground.
『Master-dono… I have no excuses…』
『…And, treant-san.』
『If I may ask, why are you referring to me like an afterthought?』
Umukahime gives a wide yawn.
“After the roars came, they began to chatter about going by any means necessary. I had them settle down. Be at ease; I have not killed them, as you can see.”
S-she’s genuinely strong… Even though she was prattling on about her not being enough to test me after the shub-niggurath lost.
“Sorry, it seemed I was no match for her. There didn’t seem to be any malicious intent, so I quickly yielded.”
Still in a kneeling position, Volk shakes his head with a look of frustration. In the distance, several of Umukahime’s tentacles are slapping and flailing on the ground. As I return my gaze to Volk, I see a mysterious translucent fluid clinging to magiatite-jii in his hand… Hey, the one who cut those was definitely you, isn’t it? You put up quite a good fight, huh.
The atlach-nacha is the only one coolly standing unhurt… Oi, it’s fine to get just a little worried about me, you know?
“I was confident master would win.”
The atlach-nacha speaks dispassionately from behind her mask. Her tone is almost as though the outcome didn’t matter to her… She’s learnt nothing but a twisted sort of wisdom.
“…The right master is also the memento of the left master. I wouldn’t say that without meaning it.”
『M-my bad…』
I lower my head to the atlach-nacha. She lets out a proud sigh… I-I can believe those were your true feelings, right?
I place the fallen Aro and black lizard on my back, and return to the mountain peak housing the stone slab with Umukahime leading the way… Ah, that’s right, treant-san didn’t have anything done to it, it just missed magnificently with [Meteor Stamp] and removed itself from the fight. Ohh, I know that much.
“However… You cannot read the text? Has that not been needed up till now?”
Umukahime speaks as if dejected.
『…What’s written on it?』
“I haven’t read it either. After all, it wouldn’t be strange for the world to change significantly the moment someone were to lay eyes on it.”
『……eh?』
Volk, who is walking by my side, has a suspicious look on his face as well.
“Perhaps that is an exaggeration. If it really had such power, surely Demon Lord-sama would have taken down God’s Voice five hundred years ago.”
A melancholy sigh leaves her lips. Her expression is that of someone fondly longing for the past.
“Demon Lord-sama was able to discover the ultimate objective of God’s Voice. By the time she engraved those words on the stone slab, she had already crossed swords with God’s Voice. She probably was able to note down what skills God’s Voice possessed.”
My body feels heavy… In the end, I didn’t receive too much damage from the clay brave, but… The MP and HP cost of [Hellgate’s] is harsh. It feels like I’ve been injured, or rather it feels as though my insides suddenly rotted. I mend my body thoroughly with [Autoregeneration].
…Combined with the need for healing, the MP cost is close to a thousand. The consumption rate is incomparable with other skills. My ex-war buddy [Wind Slash]-san, now usurped by [Dimension Claw]-sensei, could be fired a hundred times for the same cost. [Hellgate]’s limit is thrice in a day… No, considering the need to use MP for other things in battle, the realistic maximum is probably twice per day.
Lilixira probably won’t be coming here alone, so it’s important that I keep some strength in reserve to protect Aro the others. If I’m forced to use [Hellgate] a second time, I’ll lose that layer of security. With my stats now, the worry of Lilixira cornering me enough to force me to use it twice seems unlikely, and yet…
…First off, let’s check out my newly acquired [Wormhole] skill. I guess I got it at level 100? Because the clay brave gave me so much experience, my level increased by so much that it’s hard to be certain…
【Normal Skill [Wormhole]】
【By distorting space and connecting to a separate location, teleportation without regard for physical distance becomes possible.】
Oh, ohh? T-teleportation magic? S-such a handy thing actually existed? If that means we can flee from Lilixira as much as we want now, doesn’t that mean everything I’ve done by fleeing here will have been meaningless?
【The range of movement is proportional to the user’s body span, and is at most ten times that size.】
【The MP consumption is extreme, and there is a short delay before activation, so it is difficult to use.】
…That’s what I thought. A distance of ten times my body length would be easy to cover with by jumping, even without putting much effort into it. If that’s all, then I wish I had gotten [Gravillion] that Lilixira used to compress Eldia.
Since I’ve gotten nothing but excellent skills as an oneiros until now, I might have set my expectations a little too high. Well, it’s my first time hearing of something like teleportation that’s slower than conventional movement. In some sense it might be more realistic but… How can I use it… Err… W-well, let’s try investigating it later. It’s probably not completely unusable.
I dig out the gigantic stone slab that the clay brave was originally leaning against… As a result of my rampage, the terrain here has become a mess. It was quite a beautiful place decorated with flowers as well.
I pull up the stone slab. Well then, this should be Alchimia’s stone slab. I’ll check what it says right away.
It’s my first time seeing letters, but this world’s language information is apparently comes in the form a skill called [Grisha Language], and after Miria imparting the bare minimum to me, the rest came easily. It’s possible I might have might have acquired knowledge of written words back then, too. At any rate, I’ve seen the [Grisha Language] skill many times, but never something like a [Grisha Characters] skill, after all. Thinking about it that way seems consistent…
…Characters I’ve never ever seen before are etched into the stone slab. Below them, a depiction of a dragon fighting a swordsman is carved. I-I can’t read it at all…
I gently set the stone slab on the ground, and begin to descend the mountain… Well, let’s call Aro over.
“That was quick. I believed you would take two days at the longest.”
As I descend from the summit, I see Umukahime sitting on a chair made of a bundle of mysterious tentacles that extend from her back. Aro and the black lizard are pinned beneath her.
“Draagon-god-shama…”
“Kyu…”
The two are deepening their friendship.
『A-A-Aro!? Black lizaard!?』
Beside them, treant-san is half-buried in the ground.
『Master-dono… I have no excuses…』
『…And, treant-san.』
『If I may ask, why are you referring to me like an afterthought?』
Umukahime gives a wide yawn.
“After the roars came, they began to chatter about going by any means necessary. I had them settle down. Be at ease; I have not killed them, as you can see.”
S-she’s genuinely strong… Even though she was prattling on about her not being enough to test me after the shub-niggurath lost.
“Sorry, it seemed I was no match for her. There didn’t seem to be any malicious intent, so I quickly yielded.”
Still in a kneeling position, Volk shakes his head with a look of frustration. In the distance, several of Umukahime’s tentacles are slapping and flailing on the ground. As I return my gaze to Volk, I see a mysterious translucent fluid clinging to magiatite-jii in his hand… Hey, the one who cut those was definitely you, isn’t it? You put up quite a good fight, huh.
The atlach-nacha is the only one coolly standing unhurt… Oi, it’s fine to get just a little worried about me, you know?
“I was confident master would win.”
The atlach-nacha speaks dispassionately from behind her mask. Her tone is almost as though the outcome didn’t matter to her… She’s learnt nothing but a twisted sort of wisdom.
“…The right master is also the memento of the left master. I wouldn’t say that without meaning it.”
『M-my bad…』
I lower my head to the atlach-nacha. She lets out a proud sigh… I-I can believe those were your true feelings, right?
I place the fallen Aro and black lizard on my back, and return to the mountain peak housing the stone slab with Umukahime leading the way… Ah, that’s right, treant-san didn’t have anything done to it, it just missed magnificently with [Meteor Stamp] and removed itself from the fight. Ohh, I know that much.
“However… You cannot read the text? Has that not been needed up till now?”
Umukahime speaks as if dejected.
『…What’s written on it?』
“I haven’t read it either. After all, it wouldn’t be strange for the world to change significantly the moment someone were to lay eyes on it.”
『……eh?』
Volk, who is walking by my side, has a suspicious look on his face as well.
“Perhaps that is an exaggeration. If it really had such power, surely Demon Lord-sama would have taken down God’s Voice five hundred years ago.”
A melancholy sigh leaves her lips. Her expression is that of someone fondly longing for the past.
“Demon Lord-sama was able to discover the ultimate objective of God’s Voice. By the time she engraved those words on the stone slab, she had already crossed swords with God’s Voice. She probably was able to note down what skills God’s Voice possessed.”
