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Chapter 32: Magic Power Plant (2)
The moment the two of them sprinted down the hallway and reached the power room, what greeted them was a massive cocoon emanating a soft green glow.
Its surface was smooth like silk yet appeared incredibly sturdy, pulsing rhythmically like a beating heart.
Veronica, staring at it in a trance, murmured under her breath.
â...What is that?â
âItâs the cocoon of a white Jam, also known as the Heavenly Silkwormâa type of moth.â
âA moth?â
She asked, unable to tear her eyes away from the cocoon.
âJust to clarify, itâs not hatched yet, right?â
âWell, itâs not so much unhatched as it is in the middle of its metamorphosis.â
Unlike ordinary silkworms that feed on mulberry leaves, the White Jam consumes mana.
Even now, strands of silk extending from the cocoon were connected to mana cores all over the power plant.
âIt seems weâve found the reason why the city has been experiencing frequent mana outages lately.â
âAlright. So, do you have any other useful information?â
âThereâs one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.â
â...Letâs hear the good news first.â
Oscar shrugged.
âThe good news is that the Heavenly Silkworm during metamorphosis isnât particularly dangerous. If we bring Elder Maxim here, this situation could be wrapped up in five seconds flat.â
âWhat? Then why were you trying to scare me... No, why did I freak out? Whatâs the bad news?â
âThe bad news is, once it completes its transformation, itâll be starving and will devour all living creatures around it.â
âThen we just need to bring the Elder here before that happens. Doesnât sound all that bad to me.â
âWell,â
Oscar said, beginning to take off his white robe,
âI wasnât done talking.â
âIf the slimes were so desperate to escape, it means the metamorphosis is almost complete.â
Rip!
At that moment, a foreboding sound came from the direction of the cocoon.
Veronica tensed up.
â...I just heard something really unsettling. What was that?â
âItâs the sound of it forcibly tearing through its silk from the inside, looks like itâs losing its mind over the scent of fresh prey.â
The fresh prey himself, now calmly folding his robe and placing it on the ground, muttered,
âPrepare for battle.â
Rip! Rip! Screech!
The cocoon, known for its incredible durability, was shredding like paper.
Suddenly, two pairs of enormous wings unfolded.
â...What the hell? Itâs way too big!â
Veronica screamed, then asked,
âBut itâs still a silkworm moth, right? That means it canât fly, right? Silkworm moths canât fly!â
âWell,â
Oscar said, casually recalling his knowledge,
âNormal silkworm moths canât fly.â
And then, with an infuriatingly indifferent tone, he added,
âBut that one? Oh, it flies just fine.â
KWHOOOOOSH!
In an instant, the Heavenly Silkworm burst out of the cocoon, flapping its four massive wings and soaring up to the towering ceiling.
âLetâs run!â
Veronica shouted as she watched the scene, but Oscar shook his head, standing firm.
âNo.â
âWhat? Why not?!â
âIf we run, that thing will head for the nearest city to look for food.â
And it would devour the citizens there indiscriminately.
The number of casualties would be impossible to predict.
No matter what, they had to prevent it from escaping.
âAh... damn it!â
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Veronica bit her lip hard.
Then, glaring at the Heavenly Silkworm above, she took a few steps forward.
âLucky me, huh? You stay back,â
She said, as if to shield Oscar.
Oscar raised an eyebrow at the unexpected gesture.
âImpressive.â
For an ordinary fourth-level mage, freezing in terror at the sight of a Heavenly Silkworm would have been the normal reaction.
But Veronica was different.
Her sharp, intense eyes showed no trace of fear, only an overflowing determination.
A faint smile crept onto Oscarâs lips.
âLook at her. She reminds me of myself when I was young.â
As someone who had also been an orphan, he understood.
The defiance, the deliberate toughness meant to ward off any dismissal or disregard from others.
And because he understood, he couldnât help but feel concerned.
âWhen I was young, I could only see what was right in front of me.â
Hoping she wouldnât make the same mistakes he did, he moved his lips and cast a spell.
ãMessageã
A streak of mana shot through the corridor they had come down, carrying his voice.
The spell would reach the coachman outside, delivering a request for reinforcements.
âFor now,â
Veronica said coldly, having just completed a massive magic circle.
âLetâs start by bringing it down to our level.â
ãWind Pressã
Compressed air plummeted from the ceiling of the power plant, slamming into the Heavenly Silkworm and pinning it down.
KREEEEEEE!
Completely unprepared for such pressure, the creature couldnât resist and crashed to the ground.
BOOOOM!
Veronica's next spell was already prepared as a cloud of dust rose from the impact.
ãAir Burstã
Her sharp eyes locked onto a single point.
The air around that spot began to compress at a terrifying rate, then released its energy in an instant.
BOOOOM!
KIIIIIIIEEE!
The Heavenly Silkwormâs agonized screams echoed throughout the room.
It writhed in pain, struggling to rise again.
âWhat? This isnât as bad as I thought!â
Veronica grinned, lifting one corner of her mouth as she dashed forward.
ãJet Boosterã
With the spell, her body visibly lightened and her speed drastically increased.
It was a mid-level spell of the White Tower, two tiers above the basic ãAccelerationã spell.
âOnce youâve got the momentum, you have to finish it in one go.â
She knew nothing about the Heavenly Silkworm, but instinctively, she could feel it.
If she didnât deal with it now, right after its metamorphosis, the one in danger would be them.
ãGust Handã
Crunch! Crackle!
Hands made of wind rose from the ground, forming a staircase-like structure to greet her.
As Veronica stepped on them one by one, they lifted her into the air, allowing her to ascend toward the Heavenly Silkworm.
But just as she was about to take offâ
Oscar suddenly appeared behind her and yanked her hood.
Thud!
âGah! Agh!â
Veronica, unceremoniously thrown to the ground, blinked in dazed confusion.
Once she regained her senses, her expression twisted into a grimace as she spat out a stream of curses.
âYou crazy bastard! What the hell are youââ
âWind.â
Whoosh!
A strong wind conjured by Oscar swept up invisible dust particles and drove them against one of the walls.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Sizzle.
The wall, covered in that dust, began melting away almost instantly.
âThe transparent scales of the Heavenly Silkworm dissolve anything they touch,â
Oscar declared as he glanced back at her with a reproachful look.
âIn other words, if I hadnât stopped you, youâd be dead right now.â
ââ¦â¦â
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Veronicaâs pupils trembled violently as if struck by an earthquake.
Fixing his gaze on the Heavenly Silkworm, Oscar continued.
âI deliberately kept my distance. That creature is intelligent and cunning.â
-Keeeeeeet.
The Heavenly Silkworm let out a high-pitched screech of frustration, its tone almost regretful.
Then, as if it had never fallen, it effortlessly soared back toward the ceiling, circling high above with no intention of descending again.
Watching its movements, Veronica bit her lip and asked,
â...How did you notice those invisible scales?â
âI focused my magic into my eyes and observed every particle in the air.â
âWhat kind of insane nonsense is thatâ¦â
Halfway through her incredulous remark, she trailed off.
Seeing the seriousness on Oscarâs face, she realized he wasnât joking.
ââ¦Is that really something you can do in the middle of a fight?â
âItâs possible. But if you want to do it, youâll need a lot of training.â
âYouâre mocking me, saying I donât have the talent for it, right?â
âThe opposite, actually.â
Oscar shook his head and continued,
âIâm saying you can do it because you have the talent.â
Perceiving the world on a particle level was no easy feat.
It required not only exceptional control over magic but also the mental fortitude to avoid succumbing to the overwhelming influx of information.
In other words, it was a technique only achievable by those with extraordinary talent.
âBut with her⦠She didnât falter when facing the Heavenly Silkworm, and her understanding of magic is advanced enough to wield intermediate spells freely at just Level 4.â
Thatâs more than enough to start knocking on that door.
-Screech!
Just then, the Heavenly Silkworm, having fully healed its wounds, let out an enraged cry.
Its wings began to glow with a resplendent light.
âDamn it! Get down!â
Oscar lunged forward, shielding Veronica with his body as he cast a wind shield.
BOOM!
A green beam fired from the Heavenly Silkwormâs wings engulfed the two of them.
âGuh!â
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The wind shield deflected the beam in all directions, scattering its destructive force.
By the time the violent attack subsided, Oscar was drenched in sweat and covered in dust.
âThis isnât good.â
Blocking just one attack had drained 70% of his mana.
The only silver lining was that the Heavenly Silkworm needed about five minutes to recharge before it could fire another beam.
âWith the magic I have left, I canât block a second attack.â
In other words, he had to settle this within the next five minutes.
Rising to his feet, Oscar extended his hand.
âGet up. We donât have much time.â
ââ¦Kill me.â
âWhat?â
Thump! Thump!
Veronica repeatedly smacked her thighs with a face that seemed on the verge of tears.
âThese damn legs⦠wonât move!â
ââ¦â¦â
After narrowly escaping death twice in such a short span, her legs had given out from the strain.
She was, after all, only a 20-year-old mage.
No matter how much she pretended to be strong in front of others, overcoming the fear of death was another matter entirely.
â...Go.â
Her voice trembled as she spoke, biting her lip so hard it bled.
âIâll try to hold it off and distract it as much as I can. You go ahead.â
ââ¦â¦â
Oscar silently stared down at her.
Uncomfortable with his gaze, Veronica snapped.
âWhat are you staring at? You donât even like me! So if you donât want to die with me, then just go already!â
ââ¦â¦â
Oscar wordlessly read the air around her.
The unsteady currents, trembling like a frightened kitten, betrayed her true feelingsâso different from her words.
âIâm scared.â
Her stubbornness reminded him of his younger self.
Perhaps thatâs why.
âItâs okay.â
Pat, pat.
Oscar gently patted her head, just like his master had once done for him.
ââ¦What?â
âThereâs no need to be afraid. Iâm not going to leave you behind.â
Veronicaâs wavering eyes fixated on the hand patting her head.
âItâs okay?â
What a joke.
Thatâs nothing more than baseless bravado wrapped in arrogance.
Even she couldnât imagine defeating that thing, so what could a mere Level 2 Mage possibly accomplish?
But thenâ¦
Even though itâs logical, and thereâs no room for argument against such reasoningâ¦
Why did she feel so reassured by that single wordââfineâ?
Every time his hand patted her head, it was as if some button inside her was pressed, and she felt like she could cry.
Smack!
Barely managing to knock his hand away, she asked,
ââ¦So, what are you planning to do about it?â
âFight,â
Oscar replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
âEven if your body canât muster the strength, you can at least provide magical support, right?â
ââ¦Youâre seriously going to fight that thing? Even as a Level 2 Mage?â
âEven if I werenât a Level 2 Mage but a mere Level 1, it wouldnât change anything.â
What was it about him?
The deep, indifferent gaze looking down at her seemed sturdier than any stone she had ever seen in her life.
And yet, at the same time, it was warm.
Like the breeze of a spring day.
âDonât forget. A mage of the White Tower never abandons their allies.â
ââ¦â
At that moment, a gust of wind passed by, gently stirring her hair.
She had never known such warmth in her life, but if being in her motherâs arms felt anything like this, it might come close.
ãHasteã
Wrapping himself in that wind, Oscar dashed forward in an instant.
Tat-tat-tat!
The Venomous Silkmoth instinctively unleashed a volley of poison-tipped needles at him.
ââ¦I told you to run away. I even gave you the chance to leave me behind,â
Veronica muttered through clenched teeth as she extended her hand.
âSo if you complain after this, I swear Iâll kill you myself!â
Fwoooosh!
Oscarâs figure gracefully weaved through the storm of needles.
The Jet Booster, a mid-level haste spell that would normally be used by a Level 5 Mage of the White Tower, was now imbued upon him.
âThis oneâs something else.â
Oscar shot a surprised glance back at her.
It was as if the spell fit him as perfectly as a tailored shoe.
To bestow such a precisely calibrated spell upon someone else required exceptional control over oneâs mana.
âVeronica Fricks, you deserve a gold star.â
Oscar raced across the power plant with explosive speed and reached the abandoned cocoon.
From there, he carefully pulled out a single strand of silk.
Heavenly Silkworm Thread.
Aside from its beautiful appearance, it was highly prized for its incredible durability, making it very valuable.
Oscar imbued the thread with mana and hurled it at the silkmoth.
Hisssssss
The silkmoth hissed mockingly at the thread now wrapped around its body, as if to say, What could something like you possibly do?
Oscar answered the taunt.
âVeronica! Pull it down!â
As soon as he called for assistance, two spells were cast in tandem.
ãGust Handã and ãWind Pressã
A pair of hands rose from the ground, grabbing the thread alongside Oscar, and pulled with all their might.
Simultaneously, compressed air pressed down from above.
-â¦!
The silkmoth flapped its wings desperately, trying to resist.
But it couldnât withstand the combined force, and it crashed to the ground again.
âThat leaves about 28% of my mana.â
Oscar confirmed the location where it had fallen, then reached into his coat as he ran.
A weighty object rested in his grip.
What he pulled out was a sleek black sawed-off shotgun.
It was no ordinary weaponâit had been modified with three spells: ãHasteã, ãPierceã, and ãEnhanceã, a trophy from the herbalistâs field.
âThis gunâs engraved name is⦠Trinity.â
Now that the distance was closed, he could use this monstrous weapon to penetrate the silkmothâs tough shell.
Oscar emerged through the swirling dust in a flash, aiming the barrel at the silkmothâs head.
-Screech?
âGoodbye.â
Click.
Without a momentâs hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
âGuh!â
The recoil alone was enough to shatter and dislocate his right shoulder, nearly making him drop the gun.
He wondered how its previous wielder managed to fire it so recklessly, almost wanting to bring them back just to ask.
But the cost was worth it.
Boom!
-Screeeeeeeeech!
Dozens of holes were blasted into the silkmothâs torso.
Still, Oscar clicked his tongue in frustration.
If the thing hadnât twisted its body at the last moment, its head wouldâve been blown clean off.
âHm?â
Then, the silkmoth, spewing green fluid from every direction, suddenly shot upward.
At the same time, its wings began to emit a radiant glow once more.
ââ¦Its beam attack is already recharged?â
No way.
There were still 3 minutes and 42 seconds left until the cooldown shouldâve ended.
As expected, this was a desperate move on its part.
The glowing wings only managed to emit a faint, narrow beam.
-â¦!
The problem was that this attack wasnât aimed at Oscar or Veronica.
Crash!
The ceiling.
Sensing mortal danger, the silkmoth destroyed the power plantâs roof and flew toward the opening.
âItâs trying to escape!â
Oscarâs lips tightened as alarm bells rang in his mind.
If that thing left the power plant, the resulting catastrophe would be unimaginable.
He stared at the silk thread rapidly trailing upward, then grabbed it with his uninjured left hand.
âHey! Are you insane? Why are you grabbing thatâ!â
Veronicaâs shocked voice faded into the distance.
A terrifying speed enveloped his entire body.
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