The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter
Chapter 99: [Point Blank: Void’s Bullet]

Chapter 99: [Point Blank: Void’s Bullet]

Our very own Shizuka.

Always quiet. Always reserved. Always openly lazy.

But let no one be mistaken: she is the Ice Princess of Death!

Now, Shizuka’s attained a humanoid form—has been for a while.

Though her ears and tails still poke out defiantly.

She wore a tight black wrap that clung from waist to mid-thigh, and on a top eerily similar to mine. Well, I’m flattered.

She stood about four feet from Glypnir Stone.

Eyes closed.

Not a word.

Just silence thick enough to smother the wind.

Then—she opened her eyes.

SMASHHH!!!

The screeching ring of feeble glass breaking.

"Hoh boy!" Bina exploded, slipping instantly into a half-panicked commentator form.

"What in the world was that?! She didn’t even move! But the crystal’s already half-damaged!"

As she said—Shizuka hadn’t budged.

No gesture. No chant. No visible magic.

Just her cold, gleaming blue eyes opening.

And the stone had caved in like an invisible hammer had struck it point-blank.

*

LEVINA

Alicia had taught me many sacred human knowledge...

Stories of super-humans who could manifest immense power without so much as a drop of magic.

Absolutely fascinating, I found it.

But what really caught my attention was how most of those super-humans had iconic finishers—signature, one-shot techniques that defined them.

And I thought, ’Pray tell, should we not have something similar too?’

Naturally, I dressed it up as a "training exercise," but to be honest—that’s still training, no?

Now, Master Raven had already attempted breaking the Glypnir Stone—as he called it—with sheer brute force. But the conception was ridiculously stubborn.

One of its more annoying strengths was that it couldn’t accumulate damage.

Every vibration, shockwave, or ripple it took was drawn down through the base and dispersed harmlessly into the ground.

Unless the strike was decisive and overwhelming, the stone stayed untouched.

The first one to attempt—after Master Raven—was Shizuka.

That cold poison of a girl.

She obliterated over 70% of the stone without even moving.

If she’d done it twice, it would have been gone entirely.

But I’d set a rule: One strike only.

If it fails, then you lost.

Now, about what Shizuka did—Master Raven had already explained her Supreme Gift to me: [Freeze].

A power with dangerous flexibility.

She formed an imaginary sphere around herself—an invisible domain fortified with [Freeze], the Supreme Gift.

Everything on the boundary of that barrier froze instantly.

Frozen so solid I doubt even air could pass through.

Then she expanded it outward with force.

The result; The Glypnir Stone nearly shattered on the spot.

Bravo. Well done.

That’s how you turn an abstract ability into a weapon.

I think I’ll call it [Freeze Field].

Hehehe...

I’m not having fun—it’s your imagination!

The crystal crumbled into ruin, then reformed again at Flora’s will—good as new and hungry for more damages.

Then, the next challenger stepped forward:

Hachiman.

Arguably, Lord Raven’s favorite.

He’s a man of very few words. Stoic to a fault.

His loyalty lies entirely with Lord Raven, which makes the only really fascinating thing about him...

...is how absurdly similar he looks to Shizuka. Save for his green eyes, with a four pointed star icon.

I’m telling you—if he grew a pair of breasts and dyed his eyes blue, they’d be practically interchangeable.

Hachiman, apparently a swordsman, had no blade of his own. He could form one using [Shadow Creation], but it won’t do any good in damaging Flora’s fabrication.

So, I sent word to Cetus, and asked her to spare him one of the swords they confiscated from the unlucky humans who dared pass my coastal sea.

She returned with a curious one—a slim silver blade with a long red hilt, engraved with dragon-scale runes from tip to guard.

Judging by the aggressive aura leaking off it, I fathomed it had possibly been a Dragon Slayer’s blade.

Which made me wonder how Cetus and her squad were still alive after stealing it.

Perhaps, the "Dragon Slayer" also stole it from someone.

Hachiman, of course, was enamored at first sight.

He ran his fingers over the blade with reverence, as if it were an old friend returned from war.

Then, without so much as a word, he walked up to the Glypnir Stone—not too close, but close enough.

He took a strange stance. Low. Calculated. Somewhat alien.

Then, in one controlled movement, he unsheathed the sword—not all the way—just enough for silver light to gleam through with a quiet ting, and then... he sheathed it back.

That was all.

The Glypnir Stone, which had held its own against the monstrous strength of Shizuka’s [Freeze], suddenly slid in half.

As if someone had gently split a fruit at the core. It hit the ground with a humble sound, two clean halves hissing out a faint fog.

The light behind it bent strangely, revealing shadows like a slit had been made across space itself.

I noticed Master Raven and Jobina both jolt subtly. Even the Mumoko no Kiba gasped, then launched into a unified cheer for their elite.

Fair enough. The strike had been beautiful.

After all, Hachiman had utilized a [Conscious Zone], in a split second.

One that, yet again, I couldn’t fully access. Likely, this time around, because my grasp on swordplay is... below average.

But whatever had occurred in that zone, it was made manifest in the real world.

Truly impressive. wholly worthy of being called [Space blade], as a finisher move, no?

Hachiman stared at the blade for a second longer.

Then it cracked and crumbled to ash in his hand. Overworked and outranked, the sword had met its end.

The Glypnir Stone rebuilt itself at Flora’s will, whole again, ready for the next assault.

Then, the next participant arrived:

Trigger.

He hadn’t gotten much screen time lately, but like the rest of the elite Specter Wolves, he had now assumed a human form.

Long, tidy hair spilled down his back and over his shoulders. His yellow eyes shimmered with quiet danger, and he wore a black outer garment Alicia and Lord Raven referred to as a "coat."

It somewhat differed from the coats I knew.

Trigger stood before the Glypnir Stone with a soft grin, and then slowly raised his hand.

Raw magical energy surged, pooling into his palms—a radiant sphere larger than a human head.

He then brought the spheres together—energies folding into one another—compressing the glowing mass down, further and further, until it reduced to something no bigger than a pebble.

A shard of metallic gleam hovered on the tip of his finger. And somehow, despite its size, the energy had become denser. Heavier.

Each compress only made it crueler.

Trigger then raised his finger at the Glypnir Stone—

And FIRED!

The shard whistled through the air. A ring so sharp it rattled every bone in the field, tearing through sound itself.

The crystal was pierced. Like a thrown stone to a pile of snow.

A clean, perfect hole just wide enough for a hand to reach through appeared in its core, and then the shard kept going till it vanished—vanished from even supernatural sight.

It probably wouldn’t stop until it hit something.

Naturally, Jobina, who had assigned herself as the narrator, declared him the victor.

Trigger’s packmates exploded in howls of glory, tail-thumping bravado and unfiltered arrogance.

But they weren’t wrong. That was no small feat.

Precision, power, and minimal energy usage.

A deadly blend.

And if left to grow unchecked, Trigger would one day be the kind of nightmare that could assassinate pantheons and get away with it.

A perfect addition to Lord Raven’s crusade against that leech of the stars, Cthulhu.

I decided on the spot: [Point Blank: Void’s Bullet].

Trigger turned from the crystal, victorious.

But just as he took his second step, the same shard he’d fired completed a full revolution of Coastelle... and came straight for the front of his skull.

Of course.

Before impact, it dissolved into mist.

He had released it. Wisely. Even he wouldn’t survive being touched by that force. I mean... I would not.

Then came the next one.

The vile woman. Tamayō.

Honestly, I should’ve banned her from this display.

She might summon moons of destruction again.

Tamayō glided over to the Glypnir Stone like elegant death, her tails swishing in perfect rhythm, smug smile painted on like it was part of her skin.

Then—

All her tails lit up in their myriad colors, and she knocked lightly on the surface of the crystal.

The crystal held for a second. Then folded in on itself like a crushed shell, completely destroyed. Effortlessly.

I rolled my eyes as the commentator, Jobina, hailed her efforts.

The same thing she did on Mount Armageddon—what I labeled the mountain we leveled.

Apparently, when all Tamayō’s tails glow at once, her power multiplies until she slips past the edges of godhood, and even moves a bit farther.

What a horribly overemphasized character.

And that wasn’t even a special move.

How am I supposed to name that? [Death Knock]?

Ridiculous.

The next person stepped up.

Our very own commentator—Jobina Uz.

With Lygari now forced to fill in her absence.

Jobina - despite her lack of honor, shame, and sense of femininity - was actually quite powerful. More so than the average godman. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Also, regardless of her Prime Value being around 600k, she could fight and defeat most of the 600k Principalities here.

It was just a matter of knowledge in power, technique, and martial arts.

Jobina strolled to the Glypnir stone as if bidding farewell to a dying companion.

She bent her knees, drew her arm back, and clenched her fist.

Golden veins lit up her skin, pulsing toward her hand.

Then she slammed her fist into the stone.

The sound wasn’t just loud. It was vibrational.

Even Flora blinked, eyes dilated.

The Glypnir stone was shifted backward a few feet, with visible damage gouged into its surface—Though, not enough force to completely destroy it.

And somehow, the crowd roared with praise, calling out her name like she hadn’t just been trying to assassinate their Lord yesterday with that exact same look in her eye.

I sincerely don’t know when she got that popular.

Why it’s terrifying—what Jobina just did—does not concern the fact she left a crack on the Glypnir stone.

But that she moved it.

Now, I’m sure Master Raven must have noticed it from the beginning—

(Note: No, he absolutely did not.)

—But this stone was a rooted structure. Its roots extended deep into the planet.

So moving it even an inch meant disturbing the entire framework of the world.

Because we don’t have a sun, the reaction was not noticeable.

I’ll name that move [Golden Fist].

It can shatter my very bones on a good day.

Then the next participant came up.

That bratty little chaos in form of a human girl. Alicia Blonde.

With that divine-tier dreadful weapon—Bone Saw, she called it—that was bigger than her, slugged against her shoulder.

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