ALL NOVEL Chapter 963
<963 – Slave Hunting (10)>
Oknodie felt the existence of clones with the same ‘mission’ as Professor Buzhaar, but without the ‘obligations’ tied to them.
‘Did Professor Buzhaar lose control over the clones? They’ve all become independent entities!’
So, out of curiosity about what faces these clones, which even the main body didn’t know about, were making and what tricks they were up to, he gently summoned them using summoning magic.
“Huh?”
“Help me.”
But lo and behold, upon summoning, he found three girls buried under a giant tentacle monster.
One little girl was angrily gripping a tentacle trying to undress her.
A vicious one-eyed pirate was trying to beat away the tentacles attacking her bosom with all her might.
And for some reason, Sia… no, Sing was left with just her face sticking out of the mess of tentacles, looking utterly defeated.
It was this Sing who had requested help.
“What are you doing over there?”
“I got careless. I was marked as ‘food’ by the rampaging giant monster Buzhaar and now I’m stuck in this situation.”
“Got it! Shall I help?”
“Yeah.”
After firing a polymer cutter water beam, the giant monster Buzhaar enjoyed a free water show, enthusiastically flinging his slime-covered tentacles around like it was some sort of circus.
When he even performed a ceremony of spraying water from the tips of his tentacles, Oknodie twisted his mouth in response.
“Oh? You have quite the confidence for a clone, huh? Do you think you can handle this?”
Extreme Demon Lord.
A power-enhancing technique that draws strength from dark mana spots across the world.
The miniature version of the Dark Segmented Sword sliced through the tentacles of giant monster Buzhaar, who was busy teabagging.
“Good job, Oknodie! You could very well be my disciple. Have you finally felt inclined to submit to me?”
“Are you kidding? What makes you think I’d save you after seeing you, a sticky mess like that? Of course, I’m trying to save myself.”
“Don’t act tough when you’re just a pile of unhealthy fat!”
“Just because you’re a bit shorter doesn’t mean you can act smug. Is your shortness due to your mana compression ratio? It’s because you’re a defective product with fewer monster cells!”
Suddenly, the main body watched in disbelief as Buzhaar’s clones argued amongst themselves, clutching their necks in exasperation.
“Those shameless brats. What’s with that flirty tone? You, who let your souls get dragged around by your bodies, what a ridiculous sight! If you are Buzhaar’s clones, don’t show such an ugly appearance!”
“Who do you think you are, you old fool?”
“Too weak to even treat the main body well. I see that the principal’s forced clone creation has indeed split your power!”
Buzhaar’s clones glared with wide eyes.
They realized that the relationship between the main body and the clones could reverse at any moment.
“Wait, the principal, you say?”
“What, you didn’t know?”
“What do you think the name of the minor evil dragon is? Of course, you knew and were just pretending otherwise.”
“I know nothing!”
“Hmm. Let me explain it to you.”
Only after hearing Sing’s story did Oknodie grasp the whole situation that had occurred with them.
In short, the principal had pushed Professor Buzhaar to ruin his clones while itching to just watch.
“Oknodie! I’ve already made a private mercenary contract with you. For the smooth execution of this contract, I need to become even stronger. Help me unite with the clones!”
Having an old professor call for unity over a girl clone who couldn’t even reach his chest and a one-eyed girl clone felt utterly bizarre.
When Professor Michael glanced at Oknodie as if to say, “What are you going to do about it?” Oknodie cheerfully replied.
“Me? Why?”
The unique low sense of ownership of the MZ generation!
Buzhaar felt dizzy at Oknodie’s indifferent behavior towards the contract they made.
“Don’t you want to properly see the effects of the contract?”
“I think they’d help, even without Professor Buzhaar’s assistance?”
The quick-witted two clones grabbed onto the rescue rope Oknodie had thrown out.
“Hmph. If it’s a contract with the one who will become my disciple, then of course!”
“We’re already in the same boat. A mere contract is no big deal for us.”
Michael showed his discontent over Oknodie’s actions.
“Leaving three indecisive clones around splits the power into three parts. Why not join them into one for better efficiency?”
“That’s the good approach! Silla, Goguryeo, Baekje, Wei, Shu, Wu, Nazi Germany, Communist Soviet Union, EU… anything in threes achieves a golden balance!”
“Would the principal really be happy with consolidating departments down to three?”
“Better than compressing them into one!”
“That’s true.”
Michael readily agreed.
It was also partly due to Buzhaar being such a trashy human.
Since humans are inherently strong, it was nice to get a taste of that, but honestly, having that kind of existence grow stronger felt somewhat off even to Michael.
Oknodie agreed even more.
Professor Buzhaar was like China.
Alone, they are magnificent.
But together, even better.
The main body Buzhaar did not really agree with this view.
“How cowardly!”
“I actually prefer ‘more is better!’ Professor Buzhaar, you planted the monster cells like a grand plan, so why do you act like this? You love clones, don’t you? Did some sudden foe appear that you need to deal with urgently?”
“… Not really.”
While caught off guard by the critical hit, the contract for the clones was completed on the spot.
“Then what about ‘that?’ No matter how much I want to split myself into many, it’s impossible to use this mindless giant monster.”
“Just for training purposes?”
“… You mean to use that to assault your classmates for more specs?”
“No, I noticed that our Goo left traces of strength. Even dogs and cats have wild instincts, so having a monster to relieve stress like our Goo at home would be great. Don’t you think it’s perfect as a pet?”
The main body Buzhaar, without a care, jumped at Michael and was cut into ten pieces before lying on the ground, trembling and peering at the pile of tentacles.
Even showing such a weak appearance, trying to sneakily swallow the severed tentacles back up looked like it was going to cause havoc in the household.
But he had no reason to give Oknodie any beneficial advice.
The urgent fusion with the clones had been thwarted, after all.
Buzhaar’s grand plan to make Oknodie a slave ultimately ended in a master-slave reversal relationship where Oknodie made Professor Buzhaar his slave.
Now it was time for the innocent classmates and fellow students in the same year to experience the aftershock through enhanced training.
*
Deadcat was the student with the biggest growth spurt compared to last year among the Class 980 students.
Based on [Nine Lives], which can stack up to eight lives, in spite of being on the brink due to [Self-Destruction] and [Paranoia], it created an illusion in the brain that every basic attack was benefiting from the self-destruction combat power enhancement, forming a constant rampage build.
With it, he also had [Multi-Hand] to increase attack frequency, [Magic Claw] for area damage, [Ranged Attack] to increase range, and [Dead Cat’s Spectral Eye] that ignores all stealth!
Deadcat could repeatedly unleash his overwhelming area continuous rampage basic attacks until he perished eight times, becoming a monster even top-tier fighters were hesitant to face.
Rumor had it that if he was promoted to the fourth year without a hitch, he might inherit the positions of the top senior students!
“Deadcat, I know you’re busy, but please help us out!”
“What’s going on? If it’s not a big deal, then I’ll hit you.”
“The lounge’s main entrance has been taken over by a tentacle monster. It won’t open unless it takes a certain level of damage!”
“… Which idiot threw a creature into the communal lounge!”
Dumbfounded, he headed to the lounge only to find a tentacle door made out of leftover tentacles thrown to the Goo.
This was part of Oknodie’s training program designed to help the third years become more useful partners through increasing their damage output as they advanced to the fourth year together.
The tentacle door would open after dealing a certain amount of damage, making it perfect for training.
But there was one catch hidden within.
If those unwilling to train used the power of a strong person to open the tentacle door with overwhelming damage, the signal inside the tentacle door would activate.
The attacker’s information would be transmitted to the waiting Buzhaar clones, who would target the strong students disturbing the training of the lower class students.
On the way back after finishing the lecture.
Taking a leisurely trip to the cafeteria.
Setting off to indulge on a holiday.
Whenever there was a slight opening, they would suddenly appear, throwing monsters recklessly and then opening a dimensional gate to escape right before instructors or professors caught them.
A few experiences with mimic monsters disguised as walls, floors, or doors would leave them utterly exhausted, swearing never to go through the experience of falling into a monster’s mouth or having their hands sucked into a monster’s flesh wall again.
If a student in the upper class, frazzled and suffering from severe human distrust and nervous breakdown, was to ask a lower class student for help?
“Ask someone else…”
The lower class students would naturally be abandoned, and training for survival would begin.
Even Deadcat, who was mentioned as a top-tier fighter in Class 980, was on the brink of exhaustion, proving the plan’s overwhelming effectiveness.
“Since it worked so well on the third years, it should be fine to introduce it to the second years starting tomorrow!”
Only the innocent students were left feeling frustrated.
“Why, why did the weekly event suddenly double…? There was no announcement for such an event!!”
It was because they were being tormented by both the evil dragon and the minor evil dragon.