Chapter 4:
At the End of a Tunnel
THE DAY AFTER my evolution talk with Fran, we had arrived at the bottom of the twentieth floor.
“This is the last part?”
Yeah. It’ll be the boss room after this.
Which meant this was going to be the most difficult leg—Trap Forest. This section got its name from the innumerable amount of traps hidden inside.
Stay sharp.
“Can’t wait.”
It’s good that you’re confident, but this section’s going to be a lot tougher than everything that came before.
According to the archives, deactivating certain traps here could lead to the triggering of others…which could then lead to one big trap chain.
You can’t look at these traps individually anymore. Take the whole room into consideration.
“Got it.”
Fran resumed her dungeon crawling. The entrance was loaded with traps, each of them complex in its own right. However, disarming them would spring deadly traps from the ceiling.
I thought those ceiling traps were our first priority, but that wasn’t the right answer either. There were three traps on the floor too—we had to deal with two of them, and then disarm the one in the ceiling. Only then could we safely disarm the remaining floor trap. I only understood this because we had spent the last few days doing nothing but disarming traps. I was getting a feel for how they worked. If this had been our first trap room, we would’ve triggered it for sure.
So this is the welcoming committee…
“Hm!”
The chain of contraptions made me nervous, but Fran looked like she couldn’t wait.
Jet, be on the lookout for any monsters that might trigger these things.
“Arf!”
The obvious solution would be to blow the room up with area of effect spells to trip all the traps and any monsters that might be hiding.
“Hmm… Aah… I see…”
But I couldn’t do that with Fran so engrossed in solving these things.
Two hours later.
“Done!”
Really? Great.
Fran beamed as she finished disarming her first trap chain.
“Hm!”
That sure took a lot of time, though.
“You think so?”
Yeah. We haven’t made much progress over two hours…
We had made twenty meters past the entrance.
Fran noticed it too. She turned around and was quite shocked to see how little ground we’d made. She was expecting to go a lot faster.
“I…got too into it.”
Pretty much. We might not clear this floor by the end of the day at this rate.
“Hm. I’ll try harder.”
Although she didn’t give me the go-ahead to clear the room with spells.
Fran disarmed traps more quickly after that, but she tripped a lot more of them too. About one in five, at least. Sometimes we’d fall into a pit, other times we ran like hell from green gas, and we still had to dodge deadly spears coming out of the walls.
Fran was still unhurt though. Other adventurers would be dying at this point, but we had Poison Manipulation to nullify any poisonous gases, Dimension Magic to escape quickly, Danger Sense to detect dangerous events before they happened, and barrier skills we could immediately throw up in the event of Fran’s failure.
“Whoops.”
“Arf!”
Jet took the brunt of her mistakes. I lost count of the times I’d healed him. Still, he remained loyal and ever vigilant, standing beside Fran on the lookout for monsters. For this, he deserved many pats and cuddles after we were through.
“Ah.”
“Aaarf!”
A few hours later, Fran’s expertise in handling traps was close to that of a specialist. She took on even the most complex of traps without danger of tripping them. However, there was one small problem.
“Ugh…”
Fran groaned as she hunched over. Her eyes no longer shone with her initial excitement. She was a professional in disarming traps, but she also picked up the drudgery that went along with that. I would let her continue for as long as she wanted, but she clearly needed a break.
It reminded me of that time in my previous life where I played a racing game for twenty hours straight. By the time I was through, I never touched that game again.
“Teacher.”
What’s up?
“Let’s…just blow them up with magic from now on.”
Sure, that works.
“Hm.”
That was probably the only way we could get through this area by the end of the day. If Fran was okay with it, then so was I.
All right, here it comes.
“Hm.”
Fran and I backed off. Once we were at a safe distance, I started my carpet bomb. The shock was enough to set most of the traps off. They emitted some kind of gas, which exploded when they came in contact with our fire spells, further adding to the explosion. We cast about twenty spells between us, and eliminated about half of the traps. I think we got most of the ones triggered by vibration and heat.
We easily pinpointed the remaining ones and set them off from a safe distance with flame and earth spells. Most of what was left was triggered when you stepped on certain tiles. These covered a lot of ground too.
Right, let’s keep going.
“Hm.”
There were still traps ahead, but they weren’t the sort that could be triggered by magic. They activated based on your remaining health.
Time to get serious.
“All right.”
Fran used Air Hop and Dimension Jump to ignore them. We heard the traps go off behind us, but by then we were already far ahead. Our plan went so smoothly that I couldn’t believe it took us half a day to make a hundred meters of progress. We ended up blasting through the remaining 200 meters in about ten minutes, but our extended stay on this floor had given our skills much needed training, so it wasn’t a complete waste…
Even so, I had to say I was getting tired of it.
The dungeon boss room is at the end of this hallway.
“Finally.”
After speeding through Trap Forest, a ten-meter-high door was the only thing that stood between us and the boss room. The steel door was etched with a demonic face which added to its intimidating aura.
There was some kind of magic barrier on it which made it difficult for me to see what was on the other side.
“Is the Dungeon Master inside?”
Probably. I don’t have any information to go off of though.
“I see.”
I read a lot about bosses in the archives, but nothing about what’s beyond this door.
The East Dungeon was a special kind of dungeon that didn’t have a single boss. Instead, the dungeon chose which bosses to spawn depending on the party. There were around fifteen bosses that any given party could end up fighting.
Weak parties were faced with E-Threats. Stronger parties were faced with C-Threats beyond the dungeon’s official rank. The mages researching the dungeon figured out that it spawned different bosses based on how you performed. I’d memorized them all.
There were three kinds of C-Rank monsters.
The giant tiger, my old friend Tyrant Sabertooth.
The six-headed dragon of status ailments, Smog Hydra.
And the spirit-summoning Specter Lord.
Elza had fought the first two, while Amanda had faced the Specter Lord back when she was still a C-Rank. Battle records of other parties existed, but none of them had to deal with C-Ranks.
Strong adventurers fought strong bosses, while weak adventurers fought weak bosses. That was how it worked in this dungeon. As for Dias, he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, free of boss encounters.
What kind of boss would we be up against? Something weak would be easy, but we’d feel like we were being taken lightly. Too strong, however, and we wouldn’t be able to beat it. The best spawn we could hope for was a D-Threat or something slightly stronger.
At least we had the option of fleeing if it turned out to be too difficult. This was one of the most unique things about the dungeon at Ulmutt: the boss door didn’t lock behind you. So long as you weren’t instantly killed, you could escape with your life. This was part of the deal Dias had made.
We may have options, but a boss is a boss. Don’t let your guard down.
“I won’t.”
I didn’t need to warn her.
Let’s get to it.
“Hm!”
“Woof!”
Fran pushed the door open, brimming with expectation. It was heavy, creaking open slowly despite her strength.
Creak—
With the door finally open, we saw the giant black thing waiting for us in the darkness.
“A ball?”
That’s a ball.
“Woof?”
It was a ball all right. An elongated sphere, if you wanted to be pedantic.
How should I say this? The ball was segmented in a way that reminded me of the shell of a giant tortoise. It kind of looked like a big, black, round pineapple. The thing was ten meters in diameter and its uneven surface reminded me of a twenty-sided die.
Whatever it was, it was definitely strong. That much was clear from its aura.
Name: Disaster Pillbug
Race: Insect
Level: 45
HP: 1023; Magic: 521; Strength: 535; Agility: 412
Skills: Air Hop 5; Harden 8; Presence Sense 5; Regeneration 8; Impact Resistance 7; Oscillation 7; Mental Status Resistance 8; Abnormal Status Resistance 8; Rush 9; Heat Sense 3; Magic Resistance 7; Mana Sense 5; Mana Thruster 7; Enhanced Carapace; Light Carapace; Hardened Carapace; Enhanced Regeneration; Increase Weight
Lore: A mutated pillbug covered entirely by its own carapace. Lacking the power of flight, it uses its spherical body to charge toward prey, and is strong enough to break boulders. Mana Thruster gives the pillbug the ability to change the course of its tackle midway. Its tough carapace is very difficult to pierce. Although a C-Threat, its abilities place it closer to a B-Threat.
Crystal Location: Center/Heart.
A strong C-Threat. Just our luck.
Could we even damage this thing? It had a lot of resistance skills, on top of Harden and Regeneration. At least it couldn’t use magic…but that didn’t count for much when you took its gigantic size into consideration.
No use standing here and staring at it!
Fran, Jet, we’re going in!
He who dares, wins!
The three of us launched our spells at the black sphere lurking in the middle of the room.
Inferno Burst!
“Tornado Lance!”
“Groar!”
But the pillbug dodged all our attacks easily. It bolted with blinding speed. The way the thing moved was unsettling. It accelerated from a dead stop without warning. I could only guess that was how it used Mana Thruster.
I had to get rid of my assumption that big and heavy equaled slow.
“Here it comes.”
Dodge!
Evading our spells, the pillbug curved around the room to charge in our direction. For a moment, I understood the feelings of a certain Mr. Jones the Temple Raider. The rumbling reverberated through my blade.
Fran kicked the floor away in an effort to dodge, but the pillbug made a sharp turn and kept up its chase. I didn’t think its Mana Thruster would give it such terrifying cornering abilities!
We used flame magic to increase our airtime, but the pillbug managed to graze Fran and sent her flying across the room.
“Urgh!”
Fran, are you all right?!
“Hm… Just a scratch.”
Yeah, but that one scratch hit you really hard!
The pillbug’s speed made it a force to be reckoned with, but Oscillation made it downright deadly. The slightest touch was enough to send powerful vibrations through its victim’s body.
Melee combat was too dangerous. The problem was that the thing had Magic Resistance too. We wouldn’t be able to do enough damage with our spells.
This thing won’t let up!
“But it’s our first tough fight in a while.”
So?
“It’s a chance for me to get stronger.”
This is the problem with you blood knights! You enjoy this way too much!
Fran grinned as the pillbug made another pass.
“Haa!”
She dodged at the last second to prevent the creature from using Mana Thruster. It was still too close for comfort, but even so, such obvious tricks didn’t work on the pillbug.
It fired up its Mana Thrusters and nudged itself against her. Mana Thruster seemed to be its primary skill for attack—we needed to keep an eye open for it.
“Urgh!”
The pillbug tackled Fran with all the force its mass and acceleration provided. Our barriers were instantly broken, and Fran was sent flying once more.
While she didn’t show any signs of outward injury, her insides were vibrating from the creature’s Oscillation. Fran struggled to get on her feet, and the pillbug came rolling at her.
Damn it!
“Thanks, Teacher.”
She would’ve been flattened if I didn’t blink her out of there.
The pillbug wasn’t done with its barrage. It bounced off the wall and used the momentum to come at us. It might be a bug, but it sure was smart.
“In that case…!”
Fran decided that if she couldn’t dodge left and right, she would dodge up.
She made a great leap toward the ceiling.
The pillbug wasn’t aerodynamic enough to chase her there, even if it had used Mana Thruster. Or so I thought—
“Skreee!”
“!”
It saw through our plan and accelerated off the ground to give chase. To make matters worse, the creature’s speed was perfectly maintained. This wasn’t Mana Thruster—it was Air Hop.
Gaaah!
I used Barrier and Telekinesis to deflect the pillbug’s charge. Fran still took the brunt of Oscillation though, and hurtled right toward the ceiling.
“Ack!”
Blood trickled out of her mouth as she fell. The pillbug’s attacks had damaged her insides.
Fran, we’re getting out of here!
“Hm…”
I jumped us away from the pillbug to heal her. That slight nudge took away half her health…
We can’t rely on close combat here. Hit it with some spells when you see an opening. The thing might have Magic Resistance, but at least we’ll be doing some damage. We’ll need a spell that can overcome its defenses.
“Got it.”
I’ll keep him busy with my spells so you can strike. That’s our best strategy.
“Hm.”
Here goes! Inferno Burst!
The two flaming beams surrounded the creature’s carapace. When they faded, Fran could move in to deal even more damage. Even if it managed to run away, the flames made sure that it didn’t escape unscathed.
“Skreee!”
Oh right, it could jump.
The pillbug leaped into the air, and with grace you wouldn’t expect from its stature, bounded over the flames. But we had seen this move before. There was no reason to panic.
You can’t Mana Thruster twice in a row!
Air Hop wasn’t a skill that lent itself to such graceful agility. The thing had used Mana Thruster for sure, and there was no way it could use it over and over like this. Which meant that it couldn’t dodge any incoming attacks right now!
Fran! Jet!
“Hm!”
“Awoooo!”
We launched our spells at the same moment.
“Skreee!”
The pillbug let out an ear-splitting shriek as it was blown about ten meters up into the air. Part of its carapace was singed as red and black smoke rose from the wound. It was the first significant amount of damage we’d dealt.
Fran didn’t let the chance go to waste. She dashed forward, striking the black ball that lay still on the floor.
“Taaah!”
She prepared a Sword Art and targeted the red hot part of the shell.
Clang!
The shell was still hard, despite looking molten. My blade made a high-pitched ring as it bounced against the carapace. The beast’s Oscillation and my Vibrofang clashed and reverberated into Fran, but the pillbug’s Oscillation was far stronger than mine. I thought I could cancel out its effects with my Vibrofang, but it had completely overwhelmed me. After all that, we only managed to scratch the surface.
Damn it. It’s already regenerating.
“Hm…”
Chipping away at the pillbug wouldn’t work. This thing was as tough as Linford. It was also smart enough to use sense skills and Oscillation to counter our attacks.
Without a concentrated effort, killing it was impossible. If we split our focus to attack and evade, it would graze us to death.
So we can’t chip this thing to death…
“That shell is hard.”
Fran, you’re going to have to experiment with Elemental Blade. Maybe it’s weak to one of the elements. I’ll help.
“I’ll try.”
We’ll have to be patient, hang in there.
“Hm! We’re gonna win.”
Let’s go!
Dodging its various charges, we experimented with ways to penetrate the pillbug’s steel carapace. Damage wasn’t our primary concern here, we were waiting to see if any of our attacks actually affected the creature in some way.
Fran got hurt in the process, but it was a worthy trade. She made big mistakes, which turned to small mistakes, until eventually she got the hang of it. I always healed her wounds, and Fran always got back up with the same fierce determination.
I think we’re close to winning.
“We’ll get it for sure with our next cut.”
All right! Time to show this bug bastard what we’re made of!
“Hm!”
Take this!
I used Burst Flame, an area of effect fire spell which engulfed the arena in fire. I amplified the cast with mana, and it was much stronger than normal. The aim was to take away its senses. Flames took away its sight. Explosions took away its hearing. The extreme heat dulled its sense of touch. The overcharged spell disrupted its Mana Sense.
We were completely hidden in the flames.
Then Jet jumped at the pillbug.
“Grrr!”
While he couldn’t damage the creature, it would divert its attention.
“Roaaar!”
The pillbug changed course and rolled toward the sting of Jet’s dark magic. Jet was in full direwolf form, but even he looked tiny next to the Disaster Pillbug. Still, he was more agile than Fran, and he had the benefit of Shadow Walk.
He fired off a few more dark spells to draw the pillbug’s attention. I didn’t know whether the bug could feel anger, but it was certainly barreling toward Jet in a rolling ball of rage.
With Jet buying us time, we were able to prepare for our next attack. Thanks to the long hours we’d spent in this dungeon, I’d gotten used to Transmogrifying. I was especially used to the katana form, which took me no time and very little trouble to maintain.
Fran moved me to her hip and pressurized my sheath. Pressurized Quickdraw was a powerful skill she’d improvised when facing Linford. She had perfected it during countless uses over the course of this dungeon run. It really was a one hit kill.
She wouldn’t be able to recreate the power she unleashed during our fight with Linford, of course. We lacked the vertical space and the momentum of a great fall, and we couldn’t put all our mana into this blow either. We had to stay on our toes. But we were good to go. I was getting tired of running.
Jet! Bring it over here!
“Woof!”
Jet barked and led the pillbug to us. The creature was so intent on running him over that it crashed into the wall. This was the opening we’d been waiting for.
Even the pillbug would have trouble fighting its own inertia. It recoiled off the wall and was about to reposition itself with Air Hop when it saw Jet run above it. The bug wasted its Air Hop to give chase—now it wouldn’t be able to use it again for a while.
Fran stood by with her Pressurized Quickdraw. She used fire and wind magic to build the pressure. It felt like the tightening of a violin string. I added Increase Weight, Vibrofang, and Elemental Blade to make her blow even more devastating. Pressure launched me out of the sheath at such blinding speed that I felt my blade creak.
“Haaaa!”
Gotcha!
This blow was going to cut right through the pillbug’s carapace. It didn’t matter how hard it was, we had already won. At least, it felt that way. But I had underestimated our opponent. The bug wasn’t a C-Rank just because of its attack power.
“Screeech!”
The bug used Mana Thruster to spin in the same direction as the cut, dissipating most of the force. While there was a deep cut in its shell, it still wasn’t enough to reach the flesh.
Damn it! That didn’t work either?!
“It’s strong.”
I could say the same about you.
“Hm?”
Fran smiled, despite just having her strongest attack deflected.
But we got what we wanted out of that attack.
I had a backup plan just in case Pressurized Quickdraw didn’t kill it. It would’ve been so much better if it did though!
Just as I thought.
“Hm. It can’t regenerate if it’s frozen.”
We observed the open wound we’d created. Fran imbued me with the frost element for our next attack. We had tried all the other elements in our search for the creature’s weakness, so I felt kind of silly for not using frost sooner.
The wound wasn’t closing. The frost from my elemental blade prevented it from regenerating. Strike the same spot with the same amount of force, and we would be sure to bust through.
“One more!”
Yeah! Let’s finish this!
“Woof!”
The counter rotation decreased the impact of our blow. Targeting that specific spot would be difficult when the thing was rolling around at the speed of sound.
Let it use Mana Thruster, then strike. It shouldn’t be able to use that skill to move its giant body twice in a row.
“Hm. Jet, you’ll have to bait it again.”
“Bark!”
We regrouped, determined to take the thing down. Our plan of attack was the same: Jet would distract it while we waited for a golden opening. The chance soon presented itself. The pillbug chased Jet and crashed into a wall. Again, it used Mana Thruster on the rebound to change direction.
We wasted no time. The wound we opened earlier was gaping right at us. Without Mana Thruster, the creature was crippled. This was the perfect chance.
Hit that spot just right and we win.
“Hm!”
Let’s go!
“Haaaa!”
Again, Fran accelerated.
We have you now!
But, with victory so close at hand, I got careless. I had underestimated the creature’s latent power. We were going to win. We were so close. So I thought. So the bug led me to believe. But the pillbug had another trick up its shell.
Boomf!
Right before Fran’s blade could connect, the pillbug blasted something out of the open wound. Its Mana Thruster shattered bits of its own shell like a shotgun. The pillbug waited until we were rubbing against it to prevent us from dodging. It was pushing its limits, and I sensed that it had consumed a large amount of mana.
“Aaaargh!”
Damn it!
Compressed mana took the form of a white beam of light and blinded us. I hadn’t expected Mana Thruster to be on such a short cooldown. The pillbug had shown no indication of it. This must be his ace in the hole.
Even under the effects of Dimension Magic, the carapace buckshot was still fast enough to be dangerous. How fast were these things? A direct hit from a single piece might prove fatal.
I didn’t have time to put up a fully-charged barrier, and the flak ripped right through. I redirected mana to keep the flak from hurting Fran, but the force of the shards was too strong. I couldn’t cover her entire body with just Telekinesis.
Fran had already committed to her attack. She had no time to dodge.
“Aaah!”
Short Ju—
Fran cried in pain, and in my panic I started casting Dimension Jump.
No! We have to keep going!
But Fran stopped me mid-cast. She exposed the left side of her body, protecting her right hand. Then, she folded her left arm as if to cover her face and heart. She called off a few skills and put up a barrier. Finally, she braced herself so the creature’s shotgun blast wouldn’t blow her away.
The supersonic flak rained down on her, regardless of our barrier and Telekinesis. It still had enough force to pierce through flesh. Fran’s body was dotted with countless tiny holes. The scraps dug into her flesh. The pain must have been excruciating.
“Ungh…”
But Fran only groaned. She gritted her teeth so hard that I could hear them grinding. Her body was bloodied and she screamed at the top of her lungs as if to release the pain.
“Vernier!”
Accelerated by the flame spell, Fran charged and thrust me forward. With the carapace no longer in the way, her attack connected. I felt myself sink into soft flesh, a far cry from the denial of the metallic carapace.
“Skreeee!”
The pillbug’s anguish filled the room.
“Huff… Urk…”
Fran wavered as she buried me halfway through its body.
Just a little more, Fran!
“Just…die!”
Come on!
We had to end this before Fran died!
I focused all my mana on Elemental Blade Wind and Vibrofang. Then, I unleashed the full potential of Transmogrify. I took on the shape of the P.A.: sleek, sharp steel that pierced and absorbed the crystal of the skeletons surrounding us.
I imagined sharp hairs growing out of my blade. Hundreds of spikes exploded inside the bug’s body. I manipulated these steel threads, running through the pillbug’s flesh, veins, and organs. My movement wasn’t as precise as the P.A.’s though. I couldn’t exactly churn the pillbug’s insides into mush, but I got deep enough to do a lot of damage.
Now!
“Hm!”
Fran used the last of her strength to imbue my blade with lightning.
“Skreee…eeee!”
Her Elemental Blade dealt the final blow. The pillbug struggled in its death throes, then settled into silence.
You have achieved another level in Evolution. Acquired 60 EP.
P.A. it’s been a while! Wait, I have to take care of Fran!
I quickly laid her down on the floor.
Greater Heal! Greater Heal!
“Aaah…!”
Her lacerations started healing as her flesh regenerated and pushed the flak out from underneath. Fran groaned in pain, the rapid healing hurting as much as the shotgun blast.
Fran! Are you all right?
“Teacher…”
She looked as good as new.
Try wiggling your fingers and toes.
“Hm? Yeah, they’re fine.”
Okay. Good.
No broken nerves, either.
“Did…we win?”
Damn right we did.
Fran clenched her fists in approval, still laying on the ground. She smiled.
“It’s been so long since we won.”
What do you mean?
“I mean fighting a foe head-on and winning by ourselves.”
I reflected on our previous battles. The first Demon we fought was held back by its Dungeon Master, and pretty much killed itself as a result. Amanda danced circles around us in our playfight. The Lich nearly killed us, and we would’ve been dead if it weren’t for P.A. The Midgardsormr was near invincible, and Fran didn’t even get near enough to fight it. Valuza was unfortunately squashed when I lost control of myself, robbing Fran of the satisfaction of victory. Linford would’ve destroyed the entire city of Bulbola if Amanda hadn’t intervened. The only city-destroying monster we’d ever faced and defeated was the Legendary Skeleton of the floating island.
Fran has reached Level 45.
“Hm!”
About time!
Name: Fran
Age: 12
Race: Black Cat
Class: Blade Mage
Status: Contract (Swordmaster)
Level: 45/45
HP: 551; Magic: 432; Strength: 286; Agility: 275
Skills: Stealth 4; Wind Magic 2; Royal Etiquette 4; Presence Sense 5; Sword Arts 7; Sword Mastery 7; Malice Resistance 1; Blink 6; Fire Magic 4; Cooking 2; Undead Killer; Fiend Killer; Insect Killer; Spirit Manipulation; Goblin Killer; Cold Mind; Demon Killer; Expert Carver; Mana Manipulation; Night Vision.
Class Skill: Focus Mana
Special Skill: Black Cat’s Blessing
Titles: Undead Killer; Veteran; Fiend Killer; Insect Killer; Disassembly Expert; Healing Mage; Goblin Killer; Butcher; Skill Collector; Skill Maniac; Dungeon Conqueror; Super Glutton; Demon Killer; Fire Mage; Wind Mage; Master Chef.
Equipment: Black Cat Set (Black Cat Armor, Black Cat Gloves, Black Cat Boots, Black Cat Earring, Black Cat Cloak, Black Cat Belt); Bracelet of Strength +1; Bracelet of Sacrifice
Fran had finally hit the peak.
“Woof…”
Jet and I looked at her in tense silence.
What would happen now?
“…”
Fran opened and closed the palm of her hand to make sure she wasn’t missing any signs…
Nothing?
“Hm.”
“Ruff…”
Nothing changed. Fran had yet to evolve. It was expected, but it still dampened our spirits.
Don’t worry about it too much, Fran.
“Yeah. I knew this was coming.”
Really?
“Hm. Never mind me. You ranked up, Teacher?”
Oh, right. I didn’t notice because of the fight. Let’s see…
I checked my own stats.
Name: Teacher
User: Fran
Race: Intelligent Weapon
Attack: 622; MP: 4150/4150; Durability: 3950/3950
Mana Conductivity: A+
Evolution: [Rank 12; Crystals: 6689/7800; Skill Capacity: 112; EP: 62]
Skills: Identify 10; Identity Protection; Transmogrify; High Speed Self Repair; Telekinesis; Telekinesis Up (low); Telepathy; Attack Up (low); Dimension Magic; Skill Sharing; User Status Up (medium); User Recovery Rate Up (low); Heavensight; Seal Immunity; MP Up (low); Bestiary; Mage; Skill Capacity Up (medium)
Unique Skill: Essence of Falsehood 5; Pocket Dimension 1
Superior Skill: Skill Taker SP; Complex Doppelganger SP
I just got 62 EP. I can get even stronger now.
What made me happiest was the fact that I had broken 600 Attack. Not a lot of swords went that high. I was now entering the realm of superior swords, even without my skills. Looking at Garrus’s swords wouldn’t dent my self-esteem now!
“Congratulations, Teacher.”
Thanks. Now we just need to get you to evolve!
To start, we would need some leads on her evolution requirements. I didn’t know whether Aurel would know anything, but he must have something for us.
We’ll need to see the Dungeon Master before we can interrogate Aurel.
“Hm!”
Fran nodded enthusiastically.
Jet nudged against her leg, as if he wanted to tell her something.
“Woof!”
You leveled up, too, did you, Jet? Let’s see.
Name: Jet (Darkness Wolf)
Race: Direwolf
Level: 30/50
HP: 754; Magic: 865; Strength: 401; Agility: 507
Skills: Shadow Resistance 8; Shadow Magic 4; Heightened Senses 10; Stealth 7; Fang Arts 6; Fang Mastery 6; Shadow Lurk 10; Shadow Walk 6; Air Hop 8; Fear 4; Vigilance 7; Conceal Presence 6; Regeneration 5; Deadly Venom Magic 2; Malice Sense 1; Malice Resistance 1; Blink 5; Hush 6; Necromancy 5; Life Sense 8; Mental Resistance 6; Claw Mastery 1; Poison Magic 10; Echolocation 8; Roar 8; Nightshade 10; Nightvision; Toxic Fang;
Health Regeneration; Mana Regeneration; Shapeshift; Mana Manipulation.
Unique Skill: Predator
Titles: Sword Clan; Great Wolf Clan
Equipment: Captive Claws
“You’ve gotten strong, Jet.”
And you got a new skill too. Claw Mastery?
Jet was used to swiping at his enemies with his paws, but today was the first time he’d equipped a claw weapon. He picked up a rock with his mouth, and tossed it into the air. Then, he turned away and performed a somersault toward it.
“Arf!”
The Captive Claws extended and sliced the rock clean into four parts. It was pretty fast too. Together with Paralyze, this thing would come in pretty handy.
“That was cool.”
“Woof!”
Jet barked happily. With his increased stats and variety of skills, Jet was now as strong as a C-Threat. Although his stats might not be as strong, his skills more than made up for it. The only things he lacked were battle experience and composure. I guess he could afford to be a bit more feral, too…
I was aware that I tended to spoil him… We could communicate perfectly with each other, which eliminated the need for discipline. Jet liked to be spoiled, and I’d always wanted a dog to dote on. I couldn’t help myself.
Fran patted his head and Jet closed his eyes and wagged his tail vigorously. He was probably one step away from exposing his belly… I really needed to step up the discipline.
“What now, Teacher?”
Right, I almost forgot.
No use standing around here. We had killed the boss, but our real appointment was with the Dungeon Master. I collected the Disaster Pillbug’s remains and looked around the room. No new paths or doors had emerged, but we waited a while longer. Soon a pillar of light shone into the center of the room.
“Teacher.”
I see it.
The light was our ticket home. Stepping into it would transport us to the entrance. It was an indulgence for adventurers who’d spent all their resources in the boss fight. That said, we still had business here.
Let’s look around the room a little more. Do not touch that pillar of light.
“Hm.”
“Woof.”
Ten minutes later.
We had gone over the boss room with a fine-toothed comb, but failed to discover any hidden paths. I spotted an odd space on the other side of one of the walls, but couldn’t figure out how to get to it. Were we supposed to bust through with brute force?
I decided against it, since it seemed like the space was off-limits and not something that a Dungeon Master opened upon completion of certain tasks. If we upset them now, we could forget about completing the quest. Instead, Fran’s life might be in danger.
What to do…
“Hmmm.”
Hang on. If we couldn’t get to the Dungeon Master, maybe we could get her to come to us.
Fran, take out the pendant Aurel gave you.
“This one?”
Fran rummaged in her Pocket Dimension.
Now try calling for the Dungeon Master.
“All right. Special delivery for one Ms. Dungeon Master.”
She held the pendant over her head. There was a high likelihood that the Dungeon Master was watching us. This might be the best way to lure her out. If it failed, we would try something else.
“Special delivery—”
“Arf, arf!”
We repeated the appeal a few times.
Who sent you: Aurel or Dias?
Suddenly, the voice of a young woman echoed through the room. Was this the Dungeon Master?
“Hm. Aurel.”
I see… Very well. Wait a moment.
A path opened in one of the walls, just big enough for Fran to go through. It was connected to the strange space we found earlier.
Come in.
There weren’t any traps in the passageway, but the room at the end could be filled with monsters, traps, or worse. We followed carefully—my telekinesis and teleportation spells at the ready. To our relief, the path was long, but there were no monsters there.
We saw a dim light at the end of the tunnel. Upon reaching our destination, we found a room befitting a noble’s mansion, with many treasures strewn about. In the midst of it all stood a woman.
Her body was wrapped in a white dress which looked light as a feather. Her long, black hair flowed all the way to her knees. She looked about thirty, armed with a balanced body and bewitching face. The way she stood exuded the aura of a warrior—she was as powerful as she was beautiful. And she was powerful indeed. Definitely stronger than us. Maybe as strong as Amanda.
Since she didn’t seem hostile, we relaxed. Good thing, too, since I would’ve gone into battle mode if she hinted at any funny business. Dungeons could make people tense like that.
I couldn’t help Identifying her, but she had Identity Protection on. All I could see was part of her skill sheet and her name: Dungeon Master.
Still, two things caught my eye: the ears coming out of her head and the tail which swayed behind her. I’d seen them a million times before. They looked exactly like Fran’s.
A Black Cat…?
“You’ve done well in getting this far, Black Cat,” said the woman.
“Hm!”
Fran dropped to her left knee, and touched her left fist to the ground. She put her right hand behind her waist.
“Thank you for granting me this audience. I am Black Cat Fran.”
I had never seen Fran kneel before. Royal Etiquette was pulling its weight. This must be how beastmen of the same race greeted each other when there was a clear difference in status. I’d never expected Fran to pay such respect to anyone.
“I am Lumina. A Black Cat warrior and the Dungeon Master of Ulmutt.”
So she was a Black Cat. But why would Fran go to such lengths to humble herself?
“Lady Lumina the Black Tiger?”
“Hahaha! Indeed. I am Black Tiger Lumina of the Black Cats.”
Now I understood why Fran paid so much respect to her. Lumina was her goal.
“You’ve done well, child. I welcome you.”
An evolved Black Cat was standing before her. Fran didn’t even need to go back to Aurel, she could just ask Lumina herself.
I’m amazed you could tell, though.
Tell what?
That she’s an evolved Black Cat. There haven’t been any before, right?
We’re the same race. I knew the second I saw her.
“Be seated,” Lumina said.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The Dungeon Master pointed Fran to a chair. She was intimidating, but she didn’t seem like a bad person. Fran got off her knees and sat down. This was the first time I had seen her so well-behaved. Then again, anyone would be if they met a legendary hero. Fran’s eyes glowed with adoration, her ears and tail flopping about restlessly.
“As for the wolf…you may be at ease wherever you please.”
“Woof.”
Jet did as he was told and found a carpet to lie on. While he hadn’t warmed up to Lumina yet, he knew she was the alpha here. So long as she didn’t threaten us, he would do as she said.
“You said Aurel sent you?”
“Yes. Here.”
“Aaah… I see.”
Lumina took the pendant and turned it over in her hand. She nodded.
“It looks like the genuine article.”
She touched the center of the pendant in a way which caused it to open. Inside was a small piece of paper. This was the thing we were supposed to deliver.
Lumina unfolded the letter to read it.
“Hmm… What?!”
“Hm!”
“Grr!”
Lumina let out a burst of murderous energy. Fran jumped out of her chair and Jet roared as he returned to his former size.
“Ah, apologies. I just read something which reminded me of an unpleasant experience.”
A cool smile returned to Lumina’s face. Her murderous aura receded again. That scared the crap out of me. Fran wiped a bead of cold sweat from her chin and returned to her seat.
“Tell young Aurel that I understand,” Lumina said, returning the pendant to Fran. “I have no further need of this. Please return it to him, with my salutations.”
The pendant really was nothing special.
“All right.”
Young Aurel? Really? The White Wolf was pushing seventy.
“You seem very young, Lady Lumina. But how old are you?”
“Hahaha! To think you would ask me my age. Very bold of you! This is a first in all my days as a Dungeon Master.”
Lumina laughed without a trace of anger. She treated Fran like a loving grandmother treated her grandchild. As a Black Cat, she must know what Fran was going through.
Fran had skipped the pleasantries with Inina, despite the fact she was older. But she went to the trouble of addressing Lumina as “Lady.”
“I’ve lost count of my days as a Dungeon Master, but I suppose it’s been over 500 years.”
Dungeon Masters didn’t age. So long as the dungeon core remained intact, Lumina was virtually immortal.
“With a little bit of mana, I can change how I look. This is what I looked like when I became a Dungeon Master.”
Lumina smiled. She had been around a long time, long enough to evolve. She might be the only Black Cat in existence to have done it.
“Lady Lumina.”
“Yes?”
Knowing that she had something important on her mind, Lumina gave Fran her undivided attention.
“Black Cats… Can we evolve?”
Fran cut right to the chase. This was the only question that mattered. She wanted to find out while Lumina was standing right in front of her.
“…”
Fran held her breath, motionless as a statue. She looked Lumina right in the eyes and clenched her fists on the table.
“…”
“Yes. Of course.”
“I see.”
Fran sighed, remembering to breathe again. Her words were charged with a multitude of emotions, and not just joy. She remembered all the hardship and suffering she’d been through. She was hopeful, and reassured that she hadn’t chosen the wrong path. All these thoughts and feelings were encapsulated into those two simple words.
“I want to evolve.”
“Indeed.”
“Please, if you know the way, tell me.”
Fran bowed deeply. She pressed her hands and face into the table. If she were on the floor, she would’ve prostrated herself.
I was completely absorbed.
“I know the way…and I wish I could tell you.”
“In that case…!”
Fran raised her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth half-agape with excitement, but what Lumina said next was not what Fran wanted to hear.
“But I cannot.”
“Why…?”
Her reply puzzled Fran.
“I’m sorry.”
But Lumina only offered a grim apology.
“…”
Fran dropped to her chair like a puppet with cut strings. She would have fainted if the chair hadn’t caught her. Despair filled her eyes. Her validation was standing right in front of her, but would not even give her a clue. Lumina looked at Fran’s dark expression, her eyes glowing with sympathy.
“I’m sorry. But as long as I am a Dungeon Master, I am not free to tell you.”
“What…do you mean?”
“Dungeon Masters are blessed by the Goddess of Chaos. We are given the ability to manipulate dungeons as well as immortality, but we are also cursed.”
According to Lumina, there were many things that Dungeon Masters weren’t allowed to talk about, chief among them being how dungeons worked. They were even restricted in writing about it. But why wouldn’t she be allowed to discuss evolution? That seemed to have nothing to do with the dungeons…
“Does the Goddess of Chaos have something to do with our evolution?”
“Yes. A heavy yoke was set on our evolution 500 years ago.”
While Black Cat evolution had nothing to do with dungeons, it was related to their ruler.
“I am the last Black Tiger.”
“One question then.”
“Of course. I will answer to my best ability, if I may,” Lumina replied, scoffing at herself.
She was as disappointed as Fran.
“Can Black Cats still evolve?”
“Yes. Difficult, but yes.”
Fran was visibly relieved. She could be hopeful as long as her goal wasn’t impossible.
“I see. Why did the goddess do that?”
“I can’t say… I’m sorry. You must discover that on your own.”
“Then how can I find out?”
“Oh…! Forgive me, child! I cannot say!”
Lumina gritted her teeth and bowed her head in apology. They stood there in silence for a while, until Lumina opened her mouth.
“Suppose… Let’s suppose…”
“Hm?”
“Let’s suppose that killing me would yield the secret. Would you?”
Lumina gave Fran a ludicrous offer.
“Kill you, Lady Lumina?”
“Nothing more than a hypothetical, really.”
Lumina smiled. She’d clearly wanted to confuse Fran.
“Then I won’t.”
But Fran answered without a second thought. To her, saying she would kill Lumina was a joke.
“But then you could evolve.”
“I’m good, thanks. I’ll find another way.”
Fran shook her head. She carried the dream of her tribe on her shoulders. Still, she wouldn’t go so far as to kill her predecessor for it. Also, Dias had specifically warned us not to kill the Dungeon Master—not that we could do it even if we wanted to. But if we did, we would be branded as traitors, and I didn’t want Fran to live the rest of her life as a fugitive.
“I see… Hah. Of course. You two really are alike.”
“Hm?”
“No, it’s nothing. I’m sorry for asking such strange questions. But I’m afraid this is all I can tell you…”
What was this about? Would killing Lumina really allow Fran to evolve? It couldn’t. If it did, then Lumina would have been prohibited from even uttering the question. Did she ask from desperation? Or did it contain some kind of clue?
Was killing a fellow Black Cat the requirement? Or killing a Dungeon Master? Certainly not the latter, because we killed a goblin Dungeon Master in the past and nothing happened.
I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
“Come, drink your tea.”
“Hm…”
Lumina poured Fran a cup of tea, as if in consolation. She told her about the Black Cat tribe of yore, back when she was young. The conversation was permitted as long as she made no attempt to tell Fran about evolution.
Five hundred years ago, before Lumina became a Dungeon Master, Black Cats evolved as easily as the other beast tribes. They lived in harmony with the rest of the tribes too.
“They didn’t mock us?”
“Indeed. In fact, our military strength used to be so great that they would come to us for assistance.”
“Really?”
“Indeed. Our royalty was mighty, and gained the fear and admiration of the elders of the other tribes.”
Royalty? I thought beastmen tribes only had elders. Were these Black Cats one step above?
“Black Cat royalty?”
“Indeed… Although that is all I can say.”
“Aww.”
I couldn’t make out the limits of Lumina’s discussion. As the conversation carried on, I deduced that she couldn’t mention anything regarding Black Cat evolution, or why the goddess imposed such harsh limitations on them. She also couldn’t talk about the tribe’s royalty, so maybe they had something to do with it.
Black Cats only stopped evolving 500 years ago, so how was it that no one remembered their history? Elves lived for hundreds of years, and people told stories dating back to when the world was created. How could they have forgotten? Did the Goddess of Chaos have something to do with that too? I’d have to ask an elf the next time I saw one.
The two carried on their conversation as sisters of the tribe. We couldn’t figure out the conditions for evolution, but Fran and Lumina were both smiling.
“Now…I have one favor to ask of you,” said Lumina. “If you are willing.”
“Sure. Go for it.”
“Hahaha. Nothing too difficult. I need you to deliver a message to Dias.”
“Dias? Not Aurel?”
“Yes, Dias. Tell him that he needs to uphold his end of the bargain. Can you do that?”
“Of course.”
“Now then, is there anything else you wish to ask of me? Anything at all, as long as I am able.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Fran thought about it. She went through every request in her head and found them wanting.
Teacher?
I’ll leave this one to you, Fran. Just ask for the first thing that comes to your mind.
“All right.”
“Have you made your choice?” Lumina asked.
“Hm.” Fran nodded and made her request with a quiet fire burning in her eyes. “Fight me.”
“And so you will.”
“Show me the power of a Black Tiger.”
It was just like Fran to ask a powerful opponent to spar with her. She wanted to feel Lumina’s power for herself—that power was her goal. Lumina answered with a genuine laugh.
“Very well! I shall give you a taste of my strength. Hold on while I make the appropriate preparations.”
“Hm.”
“Here. This will keep you company while I’m away. Feel free to ask anything of it.”
Lumina produced a mannequin that was dressed like a butler. It looked like one of those wooden models you used to paint. The mannequin’s movements were fluid as it refilled Fran’s cup of tea.
“Thanks.”
The mannequin nodded. It walked to a shelf in a corner of the room and plated up some cookies and chocolates. It served them to Fran, and motioned her to eat. The mannequin wasn’t able to talk, but it was definitely Lumina’s familiar.
“Hm. It’s good.”
Fran enjoyed her tea and sweets for a good ten minutes.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. It’s all ready now.”
“Hm?”
Lumina returned. She didn’t look any different. Fran tilted her head. Lumina was still wearing her white dress with its numerous decorations. She hadn’t even put on an extra piece of armor. The only difference was the sword hanging from her waist. I didn’t feel any magic from it either. It definitely wasn’t enchanted.
“Come.”
Lumina walked away. We hurried to catch up, and she led us to a dome, a hundred meters in diameter.
“Forgive me. I don’t have a dedicated sparring room, so I had to make this. I hope it suits your tastes.”
She wasn’t preparing herself while she was away, Lumina was making an entire room for us to fight in. She was a real Dungeon Master.
You just watch, Teacher.
I know. This one’s all you, Fran.
I wasn’t about to do anything funny while Fran had her most important fight.
“Shall we?”
“Are you ready?” Fran asked, eyeing Lumina’s thin dress.
Sensing her worry, Lumina smiled.
“Ah, so you think you can land a hit on me?”
“Of course.”
“Hahaha, that’s the spirit! Not to worry. These clothes are reinforced with mana. I would say they’re tougher than full plate armor. I’m also wearing a Bracelet of Sacrifice, so come at me with all you’ve got.”
“All right.”
Fran nodded enthusiastically, and Lumina answered with a battle-hungry smile. They were so very much alike.
“We shall begin.”
“Hm!”
The fight commenced. Lumina was a swordsman. A mighty fine one, too, if her clashes with Fran were any indication. I only saw her sense skills earlier, since she had Identity Protection. But she had Mana Manipulation so she could probably use magic as well.
The match started quietly enough as the two gauged each other’s abilities, but the intensity picked up soon enough.
“Very good! And at such a young age!”
“Hm!”
“Come on!”
“Haa!”
“What’s the matter? You could’ve clinched it had you taken an extra step!”
Lumina was stronger. Fran was coming at her with all she had, but Lumina still had time to critique Fran’s form of attack.
“Come at me, Fran! Surely you can do more!”
“Hm. Fire Javelin!”
Fran initiated the first spell of the fight. She launched a flaming spear at Lumina, immediately followed by a slash. Lumina saw right through her, and dodged both the spear and the sword.
“Too easy! You can’t expect to hit me with such predictable feints!”
“Hm!”
This signaled the beginning of the magic. Lumina was a user of wind and fire magic.
“This is how you use Fire Magic! Fire Arrow!”
“Huh?”
“Don’t let my spells distract you!”
She was good at it too. The arrows launched from behind her, concealing their direction. Meanwhile, Lumina manipulated Fran’s cloak with wind magic to slow her down, leaving her open to attack. Lumina’s mana control was a thing to behold. We could launch more fire arrows with a single cast, but she could actually direct them along different trajectories. Even I couldn’t do that, certainly not in the heat of battle.
The match carried on for thirty minutes. Fran was getting winded. Lumina looked ecstatic.
“Huff… Huff…”
“You are very strong for one who has yet to evolve… If you could achieve evolution, your name might go down in history.” Lumina grinned, but the smile immediately faded from her lips. “It is time to end this. I will show you a glimpse of the power you seek. Try not to die.”
“Bring it on.”
Fran readied me, fear and expectation mixed together in her eyes. Lumina saw her stance, and returned her sword to her waist.
“Lumina?”
“I can’t risk killing you here,” Lumina replied in a grave tone. “Prepare yourself.”
Lumina transformed, not dramatically, but enough for us to notice. Her hair looked like it had a life of its own. Each strand spread out behind her. Her long black tail and ears stiffened and pointed upward. It was hard to catch, but they were striped now. Black-on-gray, like a tiger. Difficult to see, unless you were really paying attention. Immense amounts of mana emanated from her with such force that it made my blade rattle. I hadn’t felt this kind of power since Linford.
This is…evolution?
“Wow…”
As both of us were taken in by the spectacle, Lumina clenched her fists and dropped into a stance. My Danger Sense went off so hard that it felt like someone was screaming in my ear. Fran felt it too. She fixed her eyes on Lumina’s hands.
“Here I go.”
“…!”
“Thunderclap.”
Lumina only whispered, but our intense focus allowed us to hear.
She disappeared.
The next moment, a terrible flash flew at Fran so fast we didn’t have time to be surprised.
“Gah!”
It blew Fran fifteen meters across the room. She hit the ground, then skidded and crashed into a wall. The wall cracked, and Fran probably suffered a couple broken bones.
I-I couldn’t see what she did!
I knew what she’d done though—she’d got close and punched. That was it really. It was just really fast and really hard. Lumina stood where Fran had been.
“Urgh…”
Fran pushed the rubble off and slowly got back to her feet. Lumina’s punch had landed square on her chest. Fran’s breastplate was singed from the impact, and wisps of smoke rose out of it.
Thunderclap. Lumina must’ve imbued her fists with thunder when she struck. No wonder she put her sword away. With that kind of speed, it would’ve sliced Fran clean in half.
Fran, talk to me!
“Aargh… Heal…”
Fran was conscious, but coughing up blood. The punch must’ve punctured her lung. Lumina said she wouldn’t kill her…but she didn’t say Fran wouldn’t be hurt. Still, she had enough faith that Fran could take it and survive.
“Are you all right?! I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. I put too much power into it!”
Or maybe not…
“I only wanted to send you flying.”
Lumina rushed to Fran and started dousing her with potions. She was back to normal now, no longer in her evolved state.
So what was Thunderclap? Was it a skill? It happened so fast that I couldn’t catch it. I remembered what Lumina said about showing Fran a glimpse of the apex. This was a Race Skill, unlocked when a Black Cat became a Black Tiger. I couldn’t grasp its true nature…but it told me that Lumina was far more powerful than Fran.
“How are you feeling?”
“Hm. I’m fine.”
Fran was still reeling, but her wounds were all healed up. She took Lumina’s hand and got up.
“I apologize,” said Lumina.
“What for?”
“I got a touch too excited.”
“I asked for it. And you showed me how strong a Black Tiger can be. I should be thanking you.”
Lumina returned Fran’s gaze of admiration with a sheepish smile. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment.
“I-I see,” she said.
“Hm.”
“You must be tired. Rest a while, have some more tea and cookies.”
“Thank you.”
Fran took some time to recover. She enjoyed her sweets as she went over the details of the fight with Lumina. When it was over, Lumina sighed.
“Well, I can’t keep you here forever. As much as it pains me, you must be on your way.”
“Hm…”
Fran nodded, looking as unhappy about it as Lumina was. But Fran knew she had to leave. We had to find out how she could evolve. Aurel would be our first stop. The old wolf’s letter was the reason we were here in the first place…
Was that a coincidence? Aurel must’ve been acquainted with Lumina if he had the gall to send her a message. And he was evolved, so he must know that Lumina was too. How convenient was it that he sent Fran, a Black Cat, to run this specific errand? Did Aurel orchestrate this quest specifically so Fran could meet her? If he did, then there was a good chance that he knew something. Even if he didn’t, he owed us enough that we could ask him for help. I really wanted to question him.
“You should use the Return Pillar in the boss room while it’s still active. It will take you back to the entrance.”
“Will I ever see you again…?”
“Hahaha. All you need do is come here, child. Feel free to drop by any time. I’ll change the dungeon so that the boss won’t spawn when you come in. The path to my quarters will open for you.”
“Hm. All right.”
Lumina ruffled Fran’s hair, and Fran didn’t shy away from it. She leaned in, her ears twitching happily. They stayed like that for a while, until they both knew it was time. Fran slowly moved away.
Are you good?
Hm.
Fran nodded.
“Bye, Lumina.”
I wanted to let Fran enjoy the presence of another tribesman a while longer, but Fran pulled away of her own accord. She walked toward the Return Pillar at the center of the boss room.
“See you again.”
“Hm…”
Fran looked back before finally walking into the light. It wrapped around us and we floated as it took us back to the entrance. Before the process was complete, Lumina shouted after her.
“There is a way! A narrow way, but worth all the effort in the world!”
With Lumina’s words of encouragement, we were transported back to the surface, to the dungeon entrance we last saw a few days ago.
All right, let’s get back to Aurel and tell him that we’ve completed his quest!
“Yeah!”
Fran nodded enthusiastically. The great strides in her gait suggested that she wasn’t feeling lonely any more.
Hope he can give us some evolution info.
“Hm.”
We were about to leave the garrison when a crowd of guards and adventurers surrounded us. The adventurers saw us get transported out just as they were about to enter.
“Wow! You came back in one piece!”
“You came back with the Return Pillar, does that you beat the boss by yourself?”
“She rounded up those bandits by herself, too, you know!”
“You’re a solo? We’d love to have you in our party!”
They all welcomed her with open arms. Beating the boss carried with it some degree of prestige in this town. The fact that Fran cleared the East Dungeon meant she had joined the ranks of Ulmutt’s finest. The feat was made more impressive by the fact that Fran ran solo. Even with Jet as her familiar, it was unheard of for a child to clear the dungeon on her own.
Questions from excited adventurers came at her one after the other. Every answer she gave was greeted with genuine “oohs” and “aahs.” Even the hard-strung adults looked at her with admiration. The scene tickled me, but I was genuinely glad that Fran was finally getting the respect she deserved.
“You beat the High Ogre mob on your own?”
“Yo, those traps, though!”
“Which boss did you end up fighting?”
The questions wouldn’t stop. In the end, Ulmutt’s favorite musclewoman came to Fran’s rescue.
“All right, boys and girls, give her some space.”
“Elza.”
“It’s been forever, Frannie! I was so worried about you.”
“Hm. I had to train.”
“I know, sweetie. But I couldn’t help myself!” Elza squirmed, clearly sincerely worried. I appreciated the thought. “And I know the dungeon boss can be so tough. The stronger you are, the stronger it gets, can you believe it? I wouldn’t be surprised if you got fixed with a C-Threat or above!”
“Hm. That’s what I got.”
“Really? Are you hurt?!”
“I’m fine now.”
“Now?! Oh, so you did get hurt! I wouldn’t have let anything touch you if I had been there!”
“Wouldn’t have been able to train that way.”
“I suppose not… And you’re so cute when you act all tough like that! But to think that you took on a C-Threat all on your own. I knew you were special!”
Wait, what was Elza doing here? Was it pure coincidence?
“Didn’t you have something to tell her, ma’am?”
“Oh, that’s right!”
Guess not. Elza had told the guard to inform her when Fran got out.
“Sorry about that. It’s been so long since I saw her that I plum forgot! Tee-hee!”
“You wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes! The Guildmaster is calling for you. There’s other things you need to know, too, but we should get back for now.”
“But I have to go tell Aurel I finished his quest.”
Lumina did ask us to send a message to the Guildmaster. We can stop by the guild first.
“Hm? I guess we can go to the guild.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stop by Aurel’s before we do?”
“Yeah.”
And so, we followed Elza to the Adventurer’s Guild. This time, however, we didn’t take the rooftop shortcut. For some reason, we were using the road like everyone else.
“We’re not going up?”
“Well, the GM strictly ordered me not to make a ruckus. He said to take our time and use the roads, even if took a little longer.”
“Why?”
“He has his reasons, I guess. I know one of them, though I can’t say I know the rest. He was being uncharacteristically serious.”
“Tell me about the reason you know.”
“I’ll explain at the guild. Just don’t let your guard down.”
“All right.”
Whatever Dias’s reasons, they must be pretty serious to make him stop joking around. Fran followed Elza, keeping an eye on her surroundings. As we were on our way, I remembered something important.
Since we’re going to see the Guildmaster, do you think I should level up Thought Disruption? Dias probably wouldn’t try anything funny with us, but just in case.
Hm. Good idea. It’s still at Level 1.
One problem though. What would Dias think if I showed up with a maxed-out Thought Disruption? Even though we had been training, I was afraid that Dias would be suspicious if we were suddenly protected against Mind Read.
A little late to be worried about that. He already knows you’re an Intelligent Weapon.
You think so?
Hm. Just tell him you have strange powers that allow you to level up faster. He’ll buy it. You won’t be lying either.
I guess I didn’t know my own strength. I hadn’t thought much of myself since I learned about the existence of Godswords. Sure, I kept my existence a secret…but that was the space Intelligent Weapons occupied, I suppose. Much stronger than magic weapons, but not quite at Godsword levels.
So “I’m an Intelligent Weapon, you know” was the greatest throwaway excuse we had. It accounted for all my strangeness and wonders.
Seriously though?
Hm. You are an Intelligent Weapon, you know.
Well, when you put it that way… Wow, it really is persuasive.
I would level up Thought Disruption then. I used up 18 EP to boost it to Level 10.
Thought Disruption is at max level. Thought Disruption has been upgraded to Thought Protection.
Nice, it got an upgrade! We’d never have to worry about Mind Read or Mental Suggestion again. I could adjust the level of protection, too, to let some of my thoughts be read as a distraction. Only mind readers and telepaths need apply of course.
What about the other skills?
I’ll raise them later. We have to be careful with our EP usage.
All right.
Just give it some thought and tell me if anything comes to mind.
Sure.
Fran would probably want Advanced Sword Mastery, but I was more than happy to level something else. She was the one using the skills after all. I used them, too, but only in my capacity as her weapon. Whatever she wanted took priority. Ever since the Linford fight, I’d been interested in seeing her ideas too.
Elza stopped just as we were getting close to the guild.
“Ugh! I hate this crowd.”
Where’d all these people come from?
The crowd wasn’t moving either—they just stood there, looking at something. Needless to say, it made pedestrian traffic all the worse.
Did something happen?
“Elza, did something happen?”
“Looks like foreign nobility just got into town. They must want to watch the upcoming tournament. This is the busiest time of year in Ulmutt. The town’s going to be packed soon enough.”
So that’s it. Pedestrians were put on hold so the noble could pass through. It wasn’t as bad as a daimyo procession, but commoners still had to make way.
“There’s nothing we can do about it…except take to the rooftops,” said Elza.
“Can we?”
“It’ll only take a second. Beats waiting out this crowd, that’s for sure.”
“All right.”
Dias specifically said we shouldn’t draw attention to ourselves…but Elza had already jumped, and Fran followed after her. I could see the entire crowd from up here.
I guess that’s the aristocrat’s carriage.
It was the most grandiose thing I’d seen since I got to this world. Its roof was decorated with a statue of a golden lion which glowed as its details caught the light. The carriage itself was made of shining blackwood, gorgeously decorated with gold and silver. The horse was gigantic and didn’t look spooked by the onlookers. It must have been well-trained. This carriage didn’t belong to bottom-feeding nobility, that’s for sure.
But why the lax security? This kind of high profile visitor should have dozens of heavily-armed guards protecting them. Why was there no convoy? I spotted one coachman and two guards, one on each side. That brought the grand total to a whopping three. I knew this was Ulmutt, but it still seemed like carelessness. Then I took a closer look at the cabbie and the guards and found that I was completely wrong.
They’re strong.
I could tell just by the way they carried themselves.
I don’t think they’ll figure out I’m the one Identifying them from this far…
Fran was already dashing across the shingles, so I could only Identify one of them. But even then…
Excuse me?!
What is it, Teacher?
That guard…he’s insanely strong.
Way stronger than I could ever imagine.
Name: Gaudartha
Age: 44
Race: White Rhinoceros/Blackiron Rhinoceros
Class: Marauder
Level: 72/99
HP: 1256; Magic: 422; Strength: 654; Agility: 267
Skills: Intimidate 8; Brute Strength 8; Punch Arts 5; Punch Mastery 5; Presence Sense 3; Fast Regeneration 4; Brute Force 10; Club Arts 6; Club Mastery 6; Mining 8; Regeneration 10; Abnormal Status Resistance 7; Blink 3; Mental Status Resistance 7; Elemental Blade 8; Rush 7; Axe Arts 10; Axe Mastery 10; Advanced Axe Arts 6; Advanced Axe Mastery 7; Mana Sense 3; Spirit Control; Goblin Killer; Dull Pain; Dragon Killer; Tough Hide
Class Skill: Awaken; Wave Blast
Titles: Protector; Great Mountain; Dungeon Conqueror; Dragon Killer; A-Rank Adventurer
Equipment: Earth Dragon Horn Greataxe; Earth Dragon Scale Armor; Fire Gland Cloak; Decoy Bracelet; Poison Sense Ring
An A-Rank adventurer and an evolved beastman? The bodyguard was easily as strong as Amanda. Did that mean the other two were just as strong? No wonder there were only three of them. They were enough to level Ulmutt if it came down to it. I told Fran of my findings and she responded with great excitement.
Wow! Rhino beastmen are famous for being really strong. You don’t see many of them though.
Huh. Really?
Gaudartha was the first rhino beastman I’d seen in this world. Maybe they were just as endangered here as they were in my world. He looked like a regular human, just really big.
Of particular interest were his Brute Strength and Spirit Control, along with the Class Skills Awaken and Wave Blast. I didn’t have time to examine each skill, but figured that Brute Strength was an upgrade of Brute Force and Spirit Control of Spirit Manipulation. If our match with Lumina were any indication, he’d obtained Awaken upon evolution, which left Wave Blast as the mystery skill. I wondered if the guild archives had any records of it. Or maybe we should just ask Aurel—the old beastman should know a thing or two from his previous life as an adventurer. He might even know the rhino personally.
Yeah, let’s go ask him! Fran agreed heartily.
We were crossing paths with a lot of evolved beastmen.
I hope one of them can tell us something about evolution.
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