Chapter 210 – Ancient Missing Link (9)
The situation was absolutely the worst.
I took Dana’s heel and clicked his tongue. That nimiral psychopath. Yerna was dealing with us like a dead person playing PvP with a fucking weapon to bully newbies.
What’s so damn vicious is that the armor is full-temed. The way ahead was bleak as the fucking wizard bastard applied the buff and threw a pile deal.
Is there a way to break through the double barrier of the conscienceless petals and shields and hit the dill? It seemed foolish to expect it when I saw him chewing on Lalilura’s full condeal.
I looked at Yerna with her powers of observation in full force.
‘… Pestilence. It doesn’t seem like it consumed much stamina or mana.’
It was a strange thing.
It was said that it was possible to withstand Veronica’s magic, but it was also hit by Ralilura’s laser (physical) with +@. How does it make sense that no matter how much I turned on the Mokdun Iron Ingot technique and endured it, I couldn’t see any sign of exhaustion?
Even if it makes a difference, even a professional boxer should have a stiff expression to get hit when a high school student guards a murderous punch that he threw with each corner.
If he had endured such high-powered continuous attacks, he would have had to show signs of exhaustion.
‘Is it a bluff disguised as leisure?’
It’s a good reasoning, but let’s not think this way.
When that’s a bluff, the bottom line will be revealed if you compete. However, if he didn’t recognize that he really had enough energy left and collected and searched for it, he would feel unfair even after he died, and he would become Jibakryeong.
It’s a ubimuhwan. It was always the right attitude for a forager in a new country to think that the enemy still had a lot of strength.
‘I can’t explain it with words because I’ve been hiding my power until now.’
This is a hipster pick-fucked, different world without a status window, so you can’t calculate combat power numerically.
Still, it was safe to say that the mana felt from Yerna was objectively powerful. Even in real life, you can tell who is stronger between Ma Dong-seok and Masan-dong.
My five senses, strengthened by my mana, sent out a danger signal. Yerna, who was sincere, should have been at least a mithril class.
That egoistic Kampyeon has been hiding her power even while visiting ruins with me and Dana. That was an unmistakable fact.
But is it so open-minded with just that much mana?
The gap between the pressure she felt from Yerna and her combat power was strangely large. Think of a mathematical formula. If the number comes out strangely large, isn’t it because there is a calculation formula I missed?
My elite-ghost got the clue.
There must be something secret in the magic formula or in these catacombs.
‘Sipal. But what should I do?’
I bit my lip. Something I couldn’t calculate was acting as a big variable.
I thought that the five of us would be able to win even against the Mithril class, but in serious mode Yerna looked stronger than the unicorn that was Adidas or Adidas.
More than 10 vines developed. If those vines could move even half as much as the vines I had planted on the floor, our party would be annihilated.
The rune of ᚦ(Thurisaz) didn’t work either, probably because it wasn’t pure offensive magic. Like when I broke through Tabula’s defenses, I might be out of firepower for a moment.
-Supak!!
It was then. The vines rained down as if trying to drive me away. Are you trying to stop our party from cooperating? The vines, like living creatures, have risen to kill us.
“──Chit!”
My hand pushed Dana away.
It was a semi-instinctive action. Because she was healing me, Dana wouldn’t have been able to open her shield, her pride. She ran in front of Dana, holding her vitals in her arms to keep from sparks.
Oh oh oh…
The attacking vine seemed slow. Could it be that I can see a kaleidoscope? I can only hope that it is not that powerful. I let out a battle cry.
“I can’t even blink my eyes!!”
In an X, a vine hit one arm of her guard.
─ Wow!! Excruciating pain! My eyes didn’t blink, but my eyes flashed. It was a pain that seemed to have multiplied the pain of hitting her head on her desk while picking up her eraser.
Her vision blurred and her knees bent on their own. The bulcho disciple kneels.
‘Mr. Feet…’
Even though I was distracted by the horrendous damage, my elite cobwebs told me what had happened. The vine hit my arm, then jumped over to the back of my head like a serpent jumping over a fence, and ventured to hit me.
Adjusting the power makes it easier to modify the attack trajectory. Like a forkball in baseball, the vines shattered one arm and one back of the head, so I couldn’t stand on my feet.
The back of my head felt warm. As my consciousness faded, I closed my eyes as if I had entered a dream.
I bit my lip and kept my spirits up. The opening arm was regretful.
‘As expected, I should have taken advantage of Yerna’s carelessness and cut her hair.’
Even if Yerna hadn’t released the skeleton troops, she would have been able to do well, but surely Yerna knew that and sent her junk mob. That bitch was looking at our positions and skills to play.
‘──Skell, Leton?’
It was then. A realization crossed my head.
Skeleton. It’s a skeleton Those skeletons that were swept away by Dana’s divine magic!
That was the identity of Yerna’s ignorant power.
This ruin is a barrier that gathers darkness and negative mana. This is a fact.
Then why do you collect mana that only has such side effects? To create undead soldiers to protect the ruins? No. Gathering evil mana was a paving stone for a real purpose.
I had said Nature loves balance.
From hot to cold. From high pressure to low pressure. It was an eternal truth that did not change even in a different world.
That was the reason why the ruins created and gathered darkness and negative mana with the ashes and barriers.
‘Is this a power plant of an ancient civilization using natural phenomena?’
A device that absorbs ‘light mana’ that gathers to dilute it by generating dark and negative mana!
That was the identity of this ruin.
Aren’t the earth’s wind power, thermal power, and hydro power plants all devices that convert the power of nature into electricity? The power plant in the other world was in a similar vein.
‘That plant magic’s ridiculous power is also because of that.’
I thought with a faint head.
The undead of the other world take heal damage. Because the opposites are opposites.
If you pour cold water into hot water, won’t it become lukewarm! The ancients used these physical laws of + and – against power plants. Just as a nuclear power plant gets its energy from the physical laws of nuclear fusion or nuclear fission.
In a way, I compared Mozuriun to a radioactive waste dump and it was the correct answer.
Even if they turned a blind eye to the humanistic aspect, this power plant was dangerous.
It is a contradiction that in order to collect mana that is beneficial to people, you must first collect mana that gives people side effects.
It would be easier to deal with than a nuclear reactor collapse in the 21st century, but the dangerous thing was growing acorns here and there. In fact, Mozuriun was destroyed because he did not know of the existence of this ruin!
Perhaps the power plant of the ancient civilization had been abandoned for thousands of years, and then it sown radiation called darkness and negative mana over the city.
To deduce, the other world that had been concentrated for thousands of years—the other world from the nuclear power plant—radiation must have spread to a well or somewhere.
If a radioactive solution had leaked through a city’s water pipes, it would have annihilated the entire city overnight. Maybe I really did a Happiness zombie splatter movie. It would have been a bad ending for Survivor 0.
Still, in return, he could have gathered a huge amount of energy.
The janitor must have become a white bone, so it’s not like they’ve been operating continuously for thousands of years——but at least ‘hundreds of years’ worth of core-level mana must have been dormant in this ruin.
‘Jerna uses the mana of light collected by the generator in the ruins… I’m using it for plant magic.’
Mana of light is used to treat living things, and the highest level of healing magic in the other world is the Priests of Abundance who believe in the god Pomona of Romania.
In other words, Mana of Light has the same root as Mana of Abundance.
The mana of light was the best mana for growing plants. Plants make their food from water and light. Yerna, who is a fucking water type professor, must be putting out power that exceeds her own skills.
Fucking Sipal was dumbfounded. The magic of nuclear fusion?
‘… Mother. No answer.’
I felt hopeless.
Until now, if I analyzed the enemy’s magic or power, I could come up with a strategy to match it, but I couldn’t do that this time.
That too was inevitable. It’s just that there’s a lot of mana, so what kind of weakness is there!
Hundreds of years
This reactor has been collecting mana for hundreds of fucking years.
The mana that had been accumulated over the amount of time that a nuclear reactor had enough output to cover an entire city——was now completely passed into the hands of our enemies.
There was no chance of winning. It’s a strategy, it’s fucking, and in any world, the weight class is a gangster.
What if a 50kg lightweight boxer has strong punching power? A 150kg ultra-heavyweight player will never lose even if he keeps his chin. Fuck you.
Why did the black magician who came here as his first friend fall behind? Did he come here because he was lured by darkness and negative mana, did he not recognize the true value of the ruins?
If I’m right, that bitch was killed by Yerna for that reason. If he had preoccupied the mana of light, on the contrary, Yerna might have been reversed and turned into an undead.
But the warlock didn’t know, and Yerna knew.
That was what made the crucial difference.
-Chaeeng! Kurrureung!
─Puck!
The hazy eyes reflected the aspect of the battle.
Was it out of malice to subdue me and make the other kids see what happened? I had to hold on to the tightrope walking ritual and watch the party members being attacked in turn.
Thud… A low cracking sound like you would hear underwater. Veronica, who had exhausted her physical strength due to the curse, fell down after being hit by a vine. Her vines blew her against her wall as if kicking her junk.
Four vines snatched her puppet from Lari Lura.
Even after losing her main weapon, Lari Lura managed to dodge the vines a few times. But this was an unfair match from the start. Every time she evaded, a vine that accelerated as if to dodge this too, only Lari Lura hit her stomach hard and fell in front of her.
It was a disaster that I should have been angry at, but I didn’t feel anything because she was on the verge of losing consciousness.
It felt like I was watching a video with poor quality and sound, like an old cathode-ray tube TV that had been hit in the kidneys of the Tathagata. My consciousness was trapped in an idiot box called the brain.
‘Fran… Dana… ?’
Moving her head, which staggered back and forth, found Dana. Behind Dana, who came running to heal me, the vines secretly spewed out murderous intent.
– Blame.
I dashed to save Dana. She couldn’t feel her limbs touching the ground. It felt cramped like playing a laggy VR game. Still, thanks to him, he was able to rescue Dana from the vine. Damn, my life is buggy fun game.
Booung-!!
Me avoiding vines and unfolding Naryeotagon with Dana.
Dana said something and grabbed my hair and walked on her heels. Dana’s hands became bloody in the blink of an eye. It seems that my blood loss was more than I thought.
Little by little I came back to my senses.
But what about francs? I couldn’t see where Franman had gone. I touched the floor, frowning at the headache that accompanies the awakening of my brain. ─Less. A bloody bronze mirror caught on my finger.
‘… A bronze mirror?’
─Thump! My heart beat strongly.
This mirror is what Frann took with him when we bounced before being attacked by a horde of zombies. The mirror that reflected the sparrow golem’s vision.
Then why is the mirror like that here?
Why are you covered in blood?
What was this red liquid that wet my hand on the floor?
The slow flow of time returned to normal.
Fran was lying in a deep red puddle.
