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Chapter 136: There Is No Disaster For The Protagonist (6)

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The one called Dagal, known as the Wraith among the desert clans, frowned.

Even amidst the countless sand flies swarming in on her, the expression on the girl wielding the hammer remained strangely calm.

Was she frozen in fear? No, it didn’t seem to be the case because she was slowly raising the hammer.

What’s going on?

Dagal felt a strange sense of foreboding.

It was similar to the feeling he had when he was chased away by the Count Palatine and unjustly exiled from the city—a deep unease stirring in his gut.

He didn’t take the instinctive warning lightly, but neither did he overestimate it.

Although she was a mana-wielding knight, his opponent was still an underage girl.

Was it because he was fighting a knight after such a long time?

To shake off the unease, he began weaving spells and clenched his fist tightly—The hand gestures to activate the insect-controlling magic.

Following his command, the sand flies began their attack just as the girl swung her hammer.

The girl’s hammer was slow. Or at least, it appeared that way.

However, her hammer struck the ground before the sand flies could even reach her… and then, immediately after that.

A lightning bolt erupted.

Light burst forth, filling the proximity before the sound even reached him.

Forced to shut his eyes due to the intensity of the blinding light, Dagal turned his head just as the sound finally arrived.

KA-BOOM!

A deafening roar, as if a hundred grenades had exploded simultaneously, shook the desert.

By the time Dagal was somewhat able to open his eyes partially… everything was already over.

The sand flies in the immediate vicinity of the girl left no trace behind.

And as for the flies that were farther away? They weren’t spared either. They were either burned up upon contact with the lightning or were shredded by the shockwave.

“…”

Dagal closed his gaping mouth and stared at the girl responsible for all this.

Sighhh—

She let out a deep breath, much like a Mage who had just cast a grand spell, indicating that she could use a technique like that repeatedly.

A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead, unclear if it was due to the heat of the desert or the aftermath of the technique.

- *You wench… who are you? Who sent you?*

After a brief silence, Dagal opened his mouth again, attempting to buy some time to prepare his magic with that question.

Seemingly unaware of his mana gathering, the girl answered lightly.

“Hong Seti.”

Right after that, Dagal involuntarily halted the mana he had been weaving and frowned. Her name left him utterly dumbstruck.

- An Earth-style name? Are you an Earthian?

“Well, who knows?”

Seeing the girl shrug provokingly, Dagal found himself twisting his lips unconsciously.

- For someone with your level of skill… your actions seem rather petty, mentioning an Earth name to hide your origins.

Did his words hit the mark? The girl’s elegant eyebrows knitted together.

- Moreover, it’s a Korean-style name. You’ve been going around Seungman City, haven’t you?

“…”

- *You might have fooled others… but you’re too young to be able to deceive me.*

“Excuse me, what are you even going on about—?”

- Seti, is it? You foolish con artist, true Koreans from beyond the dimensions wouldn’t name themselves like that!

The girl simply blinked, momentarily speechless, as if taken aback by the absurdity of his declaration.

Meanwhile, having finished preparing his spell and infusing various enchantments onto the giant centipede’s body, Dagal shouted.

- Your fun is over now, wench!

Magic resistance, enhanced strength, acceleration, hardening—all sorts of reinforcement magic enveloped the centipede’s body.

It was an immense spell, so potent that the sheer rush of mana would be enough to tear flesh from the bones of an ordinary human.

However, the giant centipede, having been optimized over a long time, could not only fully absorb the strengthening magic but also respond to Dagal’s commands in real time.

- I don’t care about the limbs! Just leave the torso; I’ll ask for her name later.

The giant centipede obeyed him perfectly. It stretched out its writhing body and opened its repulsive mouth wide, lunging at Seti.

KWA-GWANG!!

The desert trembled. Sand and stones flew in the wake of the heavy impact.

Left with no time to swing her hammer, Seti pushed off the ground with tiptoes instead of resisting the attack. Using the following shockwave as a foothold, she launched herself high above the giant centipede.

Executing the Feather Step from the Flying Kick technique, she moved like a feather carried by the wind, gliding along the centipede’s body, evading its sharp legs, and darting through clouds of dust.

- Pathetic thing.

Watching Seti dance around, Dagal chanted a spell.

No complex spell was necessary. All he had to do was immobilize her legs—just once.

One move. Her defiance would come to an end here if he could bind her with that single move.

And the next moment, he cast his invisible binding spell confidently.

Or, rather, he tried to.

But just before he could unleash his spell—

A flash of light descended upon him, and a sword pierced his chest.

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After piercing the Wraith’s chest, Yeomyeong immediately frowned.

The sensation traveling up his sword told him the Wraith wasn’t dead yet.

His judgment was quick, but his actions were even quicker.

Without any hesitation, Yeomyeong quickly pulled the sword from the old man’s chest and swung it at his neck.

Separated from his body , the head of the wrinkled old man fell to the ground, but…

There was no blood.

Instead of blood, sawdust-like powder poured out from his severed neck.

It was like dry firewood.

Just as there was no blood splattering from his severed neck, the same went for his head.

- …! …? …!!!

As if severing his neck was not enough, the head that had fallen to the ground glared at Yeomyeong and began to mumble.

Though Yeomyeong couldn’t understand what he was saying, the rage in his eyes clearly indicated it wasn’t anything good.

After glancing down at him briefly, Yeomyeong raised his foot and stomped on his head.

Crunch!

With the sound of an insect’s shell being crushed, the Wraith’s head burst apart.

And just when he thought it was finally over…

Mana rippled and all sorts of insects sprang forth from the spot where his head had burst.

Maggots, worms, beetles, flies, and so on…

The disgusting, wriggling insects scattered in all directions as if trying to flee from Yeomyeong.

Were the insects the main body?

How annoyingly tenacious. With a sigh he began to chase after the fleeing insects when the giant centipede suddenly started shaking its head violently.

It was clearly an action to fling Yeomyeong off its head.

Had the Wraith issued a final command while retreating? Or was it merely going berserk?

Jumping off the centipede’s head, Yeomyeong began gathering mana in his sword.

A normal strike wouldn’t be able to inflict a deep wound on this size of creature. He would need to use the Comet Sword to decapitate it in one strike.

Having made his decision, he quickly prepared the Comet Sword, intending to sever its neck before landing.

However, before he could complete the Comet Sword, Seti, who was watching from below, shouted.

“Wait, Yeomyeong! You don’t have to kill it!”

What? Having lost his attack timing, he landed directly on the desert floor without launching the Comet Sword.

He tensed his muscles in preparation for the centipede’s attack, but what approached him was not the centipede but Seti.

She quickly dashed over and pointed at the giant centipede while standing shoulder to shoulder with Yeomyeong.

“I think the insect-controlling magic was also released when you killed that Mage. Look at it; it’s not attacking!”

Just as she said, the giant centipede’s antennae and front legs were trembling instead of preparing to attack.

It was clearly a sign of fear.

However, even in its fear, the insect was so large that Yeomyeong had to tilt his head all the way back to see its face.

Yeomyeong didn’t lower his guard, and the centipede didn’t take its eyes off him either.

As the brief standoff continued, the centipede subtly began to back away.

Thud!

Seti slammed her hammer against the ground. Startled by the loud noise, the centipede turned around and burrowed into the sand, fleeing for its life.

Seeing it had undoubtedly retreated, Seti let out a light sigh.

“The conclusion was more anticlimactic than I thought?”

But Yeomyeong still didn’t relax his guard and shook his head.

“No, not yet.”

“…Not yet?”

“I let that Mage get away. He transformed into a bunch of insects and fled.”

There was no need to ask where he had escaped to. It was the same tunnel from where he had first emerged with the centipede.

That was the only place close enough for the insects to flee.

“Since we started it, it has to be finished.”

With that, Yeomyeong turned toward the hole, and Seti followed without a word.

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As they descended through the underground tunnels, the relatively cool air enveloped their bodies, replacing the scorching heat of the desert.

It meant they were in a surprisingly deep place.

Looking around, it didn’t seem like a tunnel dug by a centipede; it felt more artificial, as if it had been carved out using machinery.

“Is this… an underground dungeon?”

That was Seti’s first impression as she examined the inside of the tunnel.

Yeomyeong walked in the direction he sensed traces of mana and gave a short answer.

“Probably.”

“I can’t believe a Mage actually lives in a place like this.”

Seti said as she looked around curiously, but there were no grand decorations or any noticeable signs.

It couldn’t be helped; the rough, unfinished tunnel was essentially just a dirt hole.

But the fact it was a dirt tunnel did have some advantages.

Unlike the corridors made of stone or iron, the dirt passageways were filled with traces of the Mage who had transformed (?) into insects.

Deep footprints in the dirt, handprints on the walls, and faint traces of mana here and there.

After following these clues for some time, the two finally came across an open space.

It was a cavern with a circular ceiling that was clearly man-made.

The space was so vast that the giant centipede could even tap-dance in it.

However, in that vast room, there was nothing except an old table and bed that the Wraith apparently used, a dead orc—presumably food for the centipede—and…

A pile of glass containers and metal crates stacked in one corner of the wall.

While one might wonder what was surprising about finding glass and metal crates in a Mage’s dungeon, the fact they were labeled in Korean made it an entirely different matter.

“…‘Handle with Care’? ‘Confidential’?”

Approaching one of the glass containers, Seti brushed off the dust to read the Korean words and frowned.

“Why are they written in Korean…?”

“…I don’t know. Either the Mage has a peculiar interest in Korea, or military supplies smuggled from Korea somehow ended up here.”

“But the stuff in here looks way too old for that. Like it’s from decades ago…”

They continued to inspect the contents of the glass containers and metal crates as they talked.

However, no matter how thoroughly they searched the place, they couldn’t find any reason why the labels in the Korean language were in this place.

Instead, they stumbled upon what they had originally come to find—the Mage.

Or rather, the place where the insects the Mage had transformed had gathered.

Yeomyeong looked at an empty metal crate for a moment before announcing in a cold voice.

“Come out immediately if you don’t want to die.”

No sooner had he finished speaking, the insects swarmed out from between the crates.

As Seti raised her hammer in shock due to the revolting sight, the insects clustered together like ants to honey, gradually forming the Mage’s body.

Worms became his face, beetles his legs, maggots his arms and torso…

Once the Wraith regained his human form, he screamed in indignation.

- You wretches! As if freeing my centipede wasn’t enough, now you’ve come to kill me as well?

“…”

- *Who sent you to do this? Was it the Count Palatine of Dreitherial? Or those loathsome pointy-eared bastards?*

“Uh, didn’t you attack us first…?”

Seti started to retort, but Yeomyeong raised a hand, cutting her off. He leaned toward her and whispered.

He seems to be misunderstanding something. Let’s play along and see what we can glean from him.

It was a spontaneous suggestion, but Seti didn’t object. She even gave a small nod as if telling him to go ahead.

She didn’t know what exactly Yeomyeong was planning to probe… but if worse came to worst, they could always torture him later.

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