ALL NOVEL Chapter 955
<955 – Slave Hunt (2)>
While Tasha, Professor Buzhaar’s assistant, was being treated like a punching bag by the Oknodie gang, Professor Buzhaar’s danger level was through the roof.
Professor Bronze felt even more uneasy thinking about the ‘assistant’ level.
“Destroyer. How do you rate Assistant Tasha?”
“Looking at the high points, she’s temporarily reached the same level as the current Oknodie. She’s comparable to the upper-tier professors in strength.”
“I have bad news. According to the information network in the main building, Professor Buzhaar doesn’t just have one ‘assistant.’”
That was truly unfortunate news.
Considering the number and scale of monsters mobilized for the Ultimate Monster Cooking Contest, it became even graver.
“The last unit alone could easily occupy three free cities, rivaling the power of a small country. If there are many like that, it’s as good as controlling multiple nations.”
“The Main Building also concurs.”
“So, how many more assistant-level people are there?”
From the ensuing answer from Professor Bronze, Destroyer began to understand why many professors warned that Buzhaar the No-Good was dangerous.
“According to the submitted list at the Academy, under Professor Buzhaar there have been 413 assistants to date, and none have participated in society.”
“!!”
“Considering that even if some of them die of old age, the lifespans of the strong are extended…”
Over the last few centuries, Professor Buzhaar had amassed at least a hundred living assistant-level talents.
“Can you imagine the sight of a hundred Oknodies?”
“…I can. That’s strength on par with a ‘Peak Hero Party.’”
It reminded a retired member of the Hero Party of their prime. Such an overwhelming force.
However, Professor Bronze did not know the power of the Hero Party in detail.
“How strong were you in your prime? Or rather, what was it that you fought against that led to your retirement and dissolution?”
“It’s nothing special. After defeating too many demons, the control of the magic was threatened, and we simply had no capacity left to hold the front line.”
“So, what are the heroes gathering their strength for?”
“…”
“That was a slip of the tongue.”
When Professor Bronze fell silent, Destroyer pressed down the painful expression and spoke.
“The Hero Party in its prime had the power to definitely annihilate one of the Three Great Evils. But because they had no ‘leeway,’ they couldn’t afford to be held back by such things.”
“…!”
“Right. The peak of the Hero Party is not lacking compared to Oknodie, who could reach the ‘Demon King’ level of strength.”
“To say they could be compared to such a Hero Party…”
“On the contrary, just the sheer strength of a hundred Oknodies means that No-Good Buzhaar has concealed and accumulated power on par with the Demon King’s Army.”
There was only one country that could match such strength.
“He is someone who could either establish or destroy an empire on his own.”
A person with the power to discuss imperial-level strength. Professor Buzhaar.
“Moreover, this calculation doesn’t include ‘Buzhaar’s own strength.’ No one has fully grasped his true worth and current level.”
“Not even you?”
“Correct.”
With Oknodie’s help overcoming the Dark Mana accumulated within, the Destroyer had reborn as a transcendent being. The only ones he couldn’t measure up to were those of ‘equal standing or higher.’
Buzhaar was equally a transcendent force or even beyond that.
Meaning he was a powerful person on par with the Chairman and Seonhwang from the Foundation Workshop Battle, a being who could reach the divine class in an instant.
“What we did this time was to reveal Oknodie’s value to such a Professor Buzhaar and our resolve to protect Oknodie. If we give up easily, that would be the end…”
“A person with such strength wouldn’t withdraw quietly either. Even Oknodie’s father, the Chairman, engaged in an absurd battle for Oknodie.”
Feeling the situation was more serious than his vague thoughts, Professor Bronze let out a sigh.
“Is the Main Building’s preparation sufficient?”
“Not enough.”
“The kid is right. ‘Friendship with professors’ is not something you alone possess.”
A definitive statement from the Destroyer. Shortly after, with a painfully metallic, grating voice like scratching metal.
The dagger that had been tossed out reflexively was caught between the two fingers of its owner.
clang!
The martial art Gongjoo (Empty Hand Taking White Blade).
It was the skill of Siegfried, a professor dedicated to the 4th year, who was quite high-ranking even within the Order of Knights.
“Is this for real? Siegfried. A talent like you is helping that No-Good?”
“Why? Are you scared?”
“No. It’s just clearly ‘strange.’ I wouldn’t doubt your ability if it were another professor, but you, ‘Dragon Slayer’!”
The reason Professor Bronze held Siegfried in high regard was that he was the only ‘Dragon Slayer’ at the Gift Academy.
A shallow ripple moved in the dark, swampy green eyes peeking out from under the helmet.
But that swamp was far too deep.
Such a minor disturbance was swallowed up and vanished without a trace.
“A thousand years ago, during the time of the ‘Ten Dragons War,’ dragons roamed the Middle Realm, competing in their pastimes. A boy who had his hometown trampled by dragons was willing to go to any lengths to grow stronger.”
A thousand years.
A tale from an incredibly distant past for humans to speak of. The ancient veteran of humanity, whose very existence was akin to myth or legend, spoke with a face somewhere between youth and age.
“I studied techniques in a royal palace’s elite assassin training center to combat dragons and set out against the ancient Great Evil, the Ten Dragons. And I suffered a crushing defeat. It was then that I first felt we could not surpass dragons with the power of humanity.”
As Siegfried’s arm bulged, the dagger he had grasped made a cracking sound and instantly crumbled to dust.
“Who do you think helped us fulfill our unachieved desires? The kings of humanity? The 24 gods who overlooked humanity from their heavenly thrones? Or the one true God, Sofemia of the Sun, who selects true heroes? No. They are gods of all things, not gods of humanity.”
What Professor Bronze’s monocle shouldn’t have witnessed was laid bare.
“Could it be that body, was it?!”
“Exactly. The one who granted us, the vanquished who couldn’t fulfill our desires, the next opportunity, was neither the kings of humanity nor the heavenly deities. It was the one who evolved humanity’s great ones to be able to ‘unite’ their strengths.”
That was Siegfried’s reason for coming here for that No-Good Buzhaar.
“I, Siegfried. No, ‘we’ Siegfried, have united through the power of monster cells to achieve the feat of slaying dragons. I am the vanguard of the monster army that will bury the strongest, last dragon, Omoshiroi.”
The birth of the hero Siegfried and its untold story emerged from the monster cells.
“Thus, let me give you this first and last warning. Anyone who becomes our enemy shall either join our great undertaking or meet their death. Decide. Will you stand behind this sword, or in front of it?”
The professor reveals intent to kill toward the professor.
Avoiding a battle that guarantees tremendous damage and collision is not in the cards.
It was sincere.
Siegfried was saved by Professor Buzhaar and was able to fulfill his long-sought desire. He was pledging his loyalty for the realization of the last unachieved desire.
“I thought the Main Building was somewhat bold enough to contain the empire’s wealth, but the Principal’s breadth of character is truly unfathomable. To have a dragon slayer aiming at my head as a professor.”
Professor Bronze found Omoshiroi to be just as incomprehensible as Siegfried.
However, it’s fine if he doesn’t understand. What she needed to know wasn’t the beliefs of the two anyway.
“It was a worthless question. The Main Building’s answer lies behind, of course.”
“No. That gaze is ‘in front.’”
“Didn’t you know? The rogue’s battlefield is not the front but the rear.”
Just after Professor Bronze’s figure seemed to dissolve into the shadows, the energy projected toward the ground was intercepted by the Destroyer Professor’s ‘eye.’
Amplified Zone – Phase Reversal
As the energy shot toward the ground was entirely inverted and scattered upward, Siegfried’s eyes finally turned to the Destroyer.
“Don’t waste the good luck of your remaining life away. Warrior’s comrade.”
“The words apply to me. Is this the end of the long-awaited unfulfilled desire after a thousand years?”
uncompromising gazes clashed in their territories.
Before the Destroyer’s thoughts could turn to action, he realized.
“While blocking the professors with assistant-level monsters, you’re planning to take Oknodie. You really are serious about this.”
“If you understood, just give up. The army we’ve amassed is simply out of reach of your strength. Our forces are precisely the strength that Professor Buzhaar has carefully chosen over a millennium.”
“Well then, there’s no room to grant you the courtesy of seniority. Don’t regret it. Even if a millennium is cruelly trampled.”
Destroyer’s Maximum Method
Maximum Wide Eyes
As the Destroyer widened his eyes, Siegfried drew his dragon-slaying sword.
Dragon Slaying Zone
Malice of Extinction
Siegfried believed he could slice the Destroyer in half with one strike.
If the Dragon-Slaying Assassin Squad had united to form Siegfried, the army that could hold back the Dragon Legion was the result of the magical sword Gram he currently held.
The gravity that presses down on heaven and earth, and the reverse force that makes one rise against it.
Not even an army capable of crushing and lifting could be imbued within this magical sword unless they came to face it as an army rather than just a blade.
Clang!
“!!”
Yet it was parried.
The destroyer’s technique and the ambush from Professor Bronze.
Simply with two eyes and a single shuriken.
“Purity Dagger. Forged from the wishes gathered for the peace of the innocent formed with melted utensils and plows, this dagger has been greatly enhanced by countless ‘wishes.’ It breaks the hostility of all ‘beings fighting for good.’ Even if you are evil, the magic sword Gram that follows you may not be so.”
The world’s greatest rogue, Bronze de Estrada.
What was more vexing than peculiar treasures was the judgment to pull out a weapon that could counter the magical sword Gram precisely.
“No, it’s not judgment. You already knew, didn’t you? About the magic sword Gram. And my participation.”
“!”
“Indeed. The relationship between Professor Buzhaar and me. The one to realize that was indeed the ‘Wahyhiemhai Foundation.’”
The knowledge of the veteran player Oknodie.
A nuanced expression of dissatisfaction toward the Foundation and pride toward Oknodie emerged on the lips of Professor Bronze and the Destroyer, who would have no way of knowing the backstory.
“I don’t have intention to defend child abusers, but the information power of the organization that once ruled the world’s shadows is indeed higher than ‘this side’ as a dark shadow operating behind the world.”
“Good. That confidence.”
Siegfried sheathed the magical sword Gram.
And, even without the magic of Gram, he thrust out his sword again, emphasizing the hardness of his weapon.
“Even if the magic sword Gram falls silent, I have the swordsmanship of a thousand-year-old sword. The ultimate martial art to slay dragons. Endure it if you can.”
Feeling Siegfried’s ominous energy, the Destroyer and Bronze simultaneously thought.
It wouldn’t be easy for the other side, bearing the information of Oknodie, to overcome the attack of Professor Buzhaar’s ‘secret weapons.’