Chapter 168: First Act 37: Successful Experiment....

Haah....

Sighing... I observed the unconscious form of Tristan lying on the rocky floor.

It had only been five minutes since I teleported the rest of the group away, leaving him to face the boss's second form alone.

But this is where it got me...

As the boss emerged from its cocoon, draped in its bloody red body. It immediately attacked Tristan.

While not much changed in its overall power, its leaner form indicated a significant increase in speed.

Tristan, with his celestial swordsmanship specializing in speed, should have had the upper hand, even in the face of the boss's enhanced agility.

I even chose not to interfere in the fight, curious to see how Tristan would handle the situation.

However, the outcome as somewhat expected happened.

I looked at the boss right next to me, now resembling a 2-meter-tall basketball player with red skin and four hands, this guy had managed to overpower Tristan.

"You couldn't even last more than 5 minutes...."

It was surprising to witness him succumb to the boss's assault so quickly, considering his status as the protagonist of this world.

I had anticipated that he would endure the challenges and perhaps even experience a random power-up, a trope common in stories like these.

Especially for someone like him who's pretty much the goddess's bias.

Her chosen hero per se.

'After all what kind of human receives so much blessing from a higher being from the get go....?'

"...."

I feel like I stabbed myself there....

Anyways, I should be satisfied I guess....?

This experiment was, in a sense, a success after all.

It seemed that the goddess had truly abandoned Tristan.

In the novels, whenever he faced insurmountable challenges, an unnatural surge of power would manifest, presumably the goddess intervening on his behalf.

These boosts were often the key to turning the tide in difficult battles.

I vividly recalled instances, like in the Kaksan subjugation arc, where Tristan would have surely met defeat if not for these sudden power spikes.

Now, it appeared that such assistance was no longer at his disposal.

Examining the current situation, it was apparent that the goddess could no longer provide Tristan with the divine assistance he was supposed to rely upon.

Though the confirmation of her inability to intervene raised questions about the reasons behind this sudden change, especially considering the numerous factors that could be at play.

One significant factor was the system within me, a system that now housed all the Authorities that were supposed to be bestowed upon Tristan.

This indicated a shift in the narrative, pretty much confirmed me as the new hero chosen by the goddess.

But she does realize that the transfer of these divine powers disrupted the balance that she had tried to maintain right?

Another plausible explanation for her restraint could be fear—fear of a direct confrontation.

The goddess might be wary of the consequences of interfering, especially with my aunt and Loki in the equation.

The delicate balance of power within this world had limitations, preventing higher beings like her from unrestrained actions.

Any interference might trigger a chain reaction, allowing Aunt and Loki to exploit opportunities that the laws of causality had previously restricted.

Lastly, there was the possibility that the goddess simply didn't care.

"But there's just no end to them..."

Christine muttered to herself, her gaze scanning the relentless tide of creatures threatening to overwhelm them. The toll of the ongoing battle had already taken a toll on her.

A persistent headache throbbed in her temples from the overuse of her mana. The assistance she had requested had yet to arrive, and the blood rain that fell from the sky disrupted not only her magical capabilities but also her overall senses.

Despite the efforts of some students and knights protecting her the moment they saw her on the field, Christine knew that even they would eventually be overwhelmed by the sheer number of monsters.

The monstrous entities flying in the sky engaged in a fierce battle with top professors added another layer of chaos to the already dire situation.

"Demons..."

Christine mumbled, her gaze rising to the sky where two horned figures with bat-like wings clashed with Professor Frost above the buildings.

The air crackled with magical energy as destructive spells collided, highlighting the gravity of the magical warfare taking place overhead.

Princess Christine felt a strange mixture of disbelief and anxiety as she surveyed the dire situation unfolding around her. The chaos seemed surreal, as if the world teetered on the brink of an apocalyptic event, and the epicenter of this impending catastrophe was the very place she stood.

Amidst the turmoil, a knight's urgent call broke through her contemplation. "Your highness!" The knight approached, dragging a young woman with black hair and golden eyes. The girl wore a maid uniform, its pristine white intricacies stained a bloody red by the incessant blood rain.

Princess Christine raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Yes?"

"This woman is suspicious, your highness. I saw her running down the streets, yet not a single monster approached or even tried to attack her. Not even the monsters who were right in front of her; they deliberately avoided her."

The princess absorbed this information, her mind processing the implications. If the knight's observations were accurate, the girl's actions indeed seemed peculiar.

"Is this true?" Christine inquired, her gaze shifting to the black-haired maid.

The maid, her demeanor nervous, stammered as she attempted to explain, "Y-yes... but I don't know what's happening myself. For some reason, t-they, the monsters, just kept on avoiding me."

Christine's expression remained contemplative. The peculiar behavior of the monsters around the maid warranted further investigation.

"Keep an eye on her," Christine instructed the knight. "We can't afford any more surprises."

Princess Christine's suspicions also heightened as she scrutinized Analise, the black-haired maid in front of her.

With an intensity in her gaze, Christine observed through her heightened perception that Analise wasn't lying.

The mystery deepened, and her already pained mind grappled with the enigma before her.

As she contemplated the unfolding circumstances, Alex's urgent voice pierced through the chaotic atmosphere.

"Miss Analise!!!" Alex exclaimed, sprinting towards their group. A makeshift barricade was forming at the front lines, and it became evident that Alex was calling out to the maid.

"You know this maid?" Christine queried, her curiosity intertwining with her growing concern.

"Yes, she's Adrian's personal maid and Aria's current maid, I believe," Alex replied hastily as he closed the distance to Analise. "I'm glad you're unharmed, Miss Analise. I didn't expect you to be here."

"Ah... No, I was just—" Analise began, attempting to offer an explanation, but she was cut short.

A sudden oppressive pressure descended upon their surroundings, extending its reach to encompass the entire academy.

It was a presence so heavy and powerful that almost everyone in the vicinity was rendered paralyzed.

The aura emanated from the apex of strength, signaling a force that surpassed all others.

As Christine's green eyes glowed, her pupils transformed into a sharp glare reminiscent of a venomous snake.

Her eyes widened, absorbing the surreal scene unfolding before her. Everything seemed to wash in white, and in the distance, a towering level of mana and aura shone brilliantly.

The intensity of the spectacle left Christine in awe, her instincts recognizing the presence of an entity of immense power.

Princess Christine's body shivered involuntarily as her eyes beheld the colossal amount of mana, a magnitude comparable to that of dragons—no, it was likely even stronger and denser than the legendary creatures themselves.

The sheer intensity of the magical energy sent chills down her spine, hinting at a force beyond her comprehension.

As her innate dragon senses temporarily allowed her to perceive the metaphysical world, Christine discerned that the massive amounts of mana hadn't manifested physically; rather, they seemed to have spread out purely as a result of the overwhelming pressure exerted.

Whatever formidable entity occupied the building in the distance had yet to materialize fully, but its sheer presence was enough to cast a palpable aura of dread across the entire academy.

"But why is it coming from a coffee shop...?"