Chapter 184: Prepare (3)

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Prepare (3)

Clang─! Clang─!

The sounds of engines and hammers clung heavily in the air of Trick City’s D-Section, at Valmant Manaology.

“Kanya! What the hell is this!”

“There’s something weird flying around! It’s interfering with our work!”

The factory workers shouted, wiping their sweat.

Kanya responded with an excited face.

“You blind old men, quiet down! This is a jackpot!”

Whoosh- Whoosh- Whoosh- Boxes were flying in the factory’s empty space.

Their speed surpassed that of an average drone. They automatically avoided obstacles, and even calculated the shortest route to their destination on their own.

“It’s working. It’s working! It’s a jackpot!”

“...So can I go now?”

Beside her was Gerkhen, who looked as if he had been drained of life.

He had been implementing this 「Delivery Box」 almost all night for two days.

“Okay. Gerkhen. Don’t worry about the part-time job payment, I’ll take care of it properly.”

“I don’t need it.”

“You don’t need it, huh. You cheeky. Your sister is rich.”

Kanya pulled out her wallet. She held a 1,000 Ren bill. She hesitated for a moment, but handed it over anyway.

Gerkhen checked the bill and tilted his head.

“...It’s 1,000 Ren.”

“Yeah. That’s right. Part-time job payment.”

She had 10,000 Ren in cash in her wallet. It was the money she received as an informer’s brokerage fee.

It’s money earned by killing people, but it doesn’t matter.

The ones Dale Kal killed were all trash anyway.

In fact, she doesn’t care who he kills.

There’s no one in this world who is only good.

Because she, who was betrayed by everyone and fell from a noble in A-Section to a pauper in D-Section, vowed to live that way.

“Hey Gerkhen. Isn’t it amazing? You can use this like a ready-made product, like the old ‘Sixth Sense’. The size of the box varies depending on the grade of the mana stone. It can even be recycled until the mana stone is depleted.”

One mana stone. One 「Delivery Box」 formula set.

With this, you can send deliveries to anyone, anywhere, anytime.

“It’s definitely going to be a hit in Trick City. No, even those egoistic Magic Tower guys might use it? We’ll soon be seeing boxes flying in the sky very often~”

It’s incredibly creative. It’s flawless and precise.

As if she brought something from the future as it is.

“Old man! Let’s release this right away! I don’t think we need to wait for the formula check! Let’s start with the promotion! Let’s shoot a video!”

“...Then I’ll be going-”

“Where are you going, Gerkhen! You have to help with shooting the video!”

Kanya handed a camera to Gerkhen.

“...”

Gerkhen alternately looked at the camera and the 1,000 Ren, then sighed.

* * *

Trick City, A-Section.

Returning to the Hilton family mansion, Layla was lost in thought.

“Why...”

Raquel Dra.

She found him puzzling. Confusing.

He had clearly called out to her. He had mentioned ‘Mila’ at the scene of the incident.

Why Mila, of all people?

Simply because she was the only hero in Trick City?

“....”

She was a little afraid of Raquel Dra, but at the same time, she felt a strong desire.

Hero and Archenemy.

Such a relationship existed in the cartoons she watched as a child.

It’s not that a hero can’t stand alone as a hero.

A hero who is only a hero is nothing more than a vigilante. Only a hero who stands against ‘strong evil’ can truly become a hero recognized by all.

The villain ‘Raquel Dra’ is ironically an opportunity for her to emerge as a true hero....

─Master. Are you okay?

Artificial Intelligence butler ‘Berrie’ asked. Layla slowly shook her head.

“No. I’m not okay. Honestly... I’m scared too.”

Layla had faced the Cartel’s weapon-grade monster, the [Blind Brute], but Raquel Dra was different.

“I’ve never felt this kind of fear before. Why me, of all people?”

The Chimera formula.

How should she confront it, something terrifying even by name? Would she also fall victim to his formula?

No, what does he really want?

What is his purpose in committing these crimes?

“He has no standards. No motives. He just kills people. That is... chaos.”

Layla nodded gravely.

“Is it chaos that defines him...? What a difficult world... Sigh.”

─...Pfft.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

Layla furrowed her brow.

─It’s nice to see you being so humble.

In fact, there was similar content in a cartoon.

Perhaps almost the same dialogue.

“I’ve always been humble. How’s the fabric research going?”

Layla asked humbly.

To confront Raquel Dra, she too must progress, day by day, continuously.

─We’ve secured the raw materials, so we should be able to upgrade.

“Good. Proceed.”

Berrie, the AI secretary, didn’t think Layla’s growth was entirely bad.

* * *

Endex’s illegal squatting area.

‘Gillon Berrieto’, dispatched from the Arkne family, was forced to sit on a sofa. It was because Soliette had grabbed his hem.

“....Speak.”

Gillon glared at Soliette.

For the record, Shion Ascal was temporarily kicked out, and only Soliette was sitting on her knees.

If I allowed it, it would be fatal.

I twisted my sword diagonally. I deflected his First Sword with my Third Sword.

Clang─! Clang─!

The offensive and defensive rhythm of Eight Swords against Eight Swords continued in this manner.

Blocking the opponent’s combination with my combination, like a game of Go or in boxing.

Clang──!

Of course, ‘Gillon Berrieto’ of Arkne is an extraordinary swordsman. He is an essential teacher for Soliette, a swordsman who will go down in history. If we only consider strength, I wouldn’t even reach his knees.

However, there is no Magic Body or Sword Strength now.

Pure basics──it’s a duel of [Eight Swords] only.

If that’s all, I can definitely compete.

“Hup!”

Clang───!

Our swords met each other.

Creak───!

Beyond the trembling sword’s edge, I saw Gillon’s eyes.

There was a tremor in those deep pupils.

It was a sight similar to when Soliette first saw my talent.

.......

Gillon was flustered.

To be honest, it was almost absurd.

He knew, Soliette knew, everyone in Arkne knew that the combinations of [Eight Swords] were infinite.

From the First Sword to the Eight Sword, each sword stroke has 8 strokes, so if you properly combine them, the number of initial moves is 8 to the power of 8─ easily exceeding ten million.

Therefore, most of the swordsmen of Arkne choose only the initial moves they are familiar with and use a somewhat standardized assembly.

──Surely that’s the case.

What on earth is this guy facing him now?

Clang───!

Even as Gillon swung his sword, he kept distorting his expression.

Shion Ascal.

The guy is defending all his initial move combinations.

Stroke by stroke, all are [Eight Swords].

It means he has ‘Memorized’ all the countless combinations of [Eight Swords].

───!

Even the aggressive initial move combinations that Gillon himself does not use for various reasons, that his old body can’t withstand, the guy twists his whole body to force them out.

It’s the perfect textbook itself.

Clang───! Clang───!

Moreover, how about his ability to respond to his feints?

Whirrr──!

A feint that quickly beats the sword path by pretending to stab the Fourth Sword.

Only one opponent hadn’t fallen for this on their first encounter, and it was Igris alone.

Today it became two.

Thud──!

A bouncing sound. A sense of blocking the sword path in advance, anticipating the feint.

Shion Ascal did not fall for it like this.

He tried to deceive him several times, but he did not fall for it.

Has he already figured out the subtle difference between feint and truth?

Has he already grasped such an extremely calculating ability?

Clang──!

Of course, the power Shion Ascal puts into his sword is infinitely inferior to his own.

If he were to activate his Magic Body and Sword Strength, or even just manifest his Flame Sword, he could burn him to ashes in one stroke.

But, no matter how much he holds back...

Screeee───!

First Sword, Second Sword, Third Sword, Fourth Sword, Fifth Sword, Sixth Sword.

Gillon linked a total of six swords in a basic combination and launched a grand attack. He unleashed a total of 43 strokes.

─! ─! ─! ─! ─! ─!

Yet, he defended them all. As if playing a piano. With the dignified and precise [Eight Swords]. Not allowing a single hit.

“......”

At that moment, Gillon had to admit it.

He took a few steps back and lowered his sword.

It was talent.

Soliette’s words about it not being a fluke finally made sense to him.

If such talent were to suddenly appear, even he would be momentarily blinded.

“......Ha.”

Gillon let out a hollow laugh.

Looking at Shion Ascal, who was still maintaining his [Eight Swords] stance, he asked as if he was amazed.

“Are you some kind of computer?”

* * *

......A week later.

Edsilla National University.

The day of the final entrance exam.

Theia Esil looked at the over 2,000 examinees filling the underground facility. They were current seniors, repeat students, foreigners, and more.

Theia, holding a microphone, spoke.

“Welcome. Today is the final exam.”

There were 2,000 capsule-like devices in the facility.

“These capsules will examine your subconscious. They will construct various situations, ask questions, and get answers.”

Subconscious exploration.

Simply put, it’s a way to weed out spies or troublemakers.

“Edsilla National Magic University is a national institution of Edsilla, and receives national support from the parliament to educate, train, and deploy students to actual battlefields. Therefore, we have a duty to exclude any possible infiltrations by terrorist groups, spies trying to steal information or technology.”

The capacity of Edsilla Magic University is 2,000 students.

Therefore, more than 90% of these over 2,000 people will pass.

However, a few dozen will be identified as spies from the underworld, operatives of cartels, etc., and will be filtered out.

Also, the final exam scores will somewhat determine their ‘department’.

The difference between the Magic University’s lowest department, ‘Magic Artifact Department’, and the top ‘Magic Department’ is, to put it simply, like the difference between a worm and a dragon.

“Everyone. Please enter the capsules.”

At her words, the lids of the capsules opened. The examinees entered and sat inside with tense faces.

“In exactly one hour. The final exam will begin.”