Invincible

#132

Special Admission (3)

While staying at the mansion, I had learned quite a bit about Mircel. 

In the later part of the scenario, the one known as the perfect and flawless swordsman is my younger brother, so it's only natural that I'd be curious about his childhood. 

What I found out about Mircel is that he doesn’t have any friends. 

The reason is that he’s a genius who is on a completely different level f...

#131

Special Admission (2)

Asares is destined for destruction. 

It's almost a guaranteed conclusion. 

While gathering clues to prevent this is the core of the scenario, that's not what's important right now. 

The reason I bring up this story is to explain a certain woman.

[Dorosian El Grice]

Long black hair with a tear mole. 

A quirky personality with a fox-like face.&n...

#130

Special Admission (1)

Evening time is after-school class time.

It's a busy time for Aslay and Limberton, but I was an exception.

After Hetherson left, there weren’t really any classes left for me to take.

I took my gaze away from the sunset and looked at the training ground.

There, under Bellen's guidance, Leana was stirring water in a basin with a giant spatula.

While I was lazily zoning out, D...

#129

In My House (2)

The front gate of the Tenest mansion is in a commotion.  

Soldiers are lined up in two rows across the street.  

The status of the visitor is no small matter.  

Even Aol and Ahile had to come out to greet them, which says it all.  

Mircel grumbled with a displeased face.  

"Can't they just be told not to come...?"  

...

#128

In My House (1)

The Tenest estate sits at the crossroads where the cool weather and fertile lands of the east meet.

Winters are less harsh, and summers are moderately cool, making it an ideal place for crops to flourish.

Even the emperor himself keeps a close eye on the land, coveting it.

Meanwhile, a carriage, filled with sobs, crossed through the front gates of a mansion famous for having the most scenic view in the esta...

#127

Emergency (4)

Meldon did not let go of the collar even when he saw the middle-aged man. It was because he had already gotten a sense of things at a glance.

'How could someone of that age still wear such clothes?'

Though it was the uniform of the headquarters, it was the type worn by low-ranking officers. Moreover, by the time someone reached their 30s, they usually had at least one epaulet on their shoulder, but he had none. T...

#126

Emergency (3)

Meldon has been proactive since his first year, earning praise from promising seniors and being recognized by professors for his exceptional skills. Despite being a second-year student, he joined the prestigious "Ten Elites," a group of elite third-year students, and ranked 7th. No one doubted his abilities. 

However, at this moment, Meldon was in an extremely bad mood. 

"Are you deaf? Stand at attention properl...

#125

Emergency (2)

In the principal’s office, Arkandric was gloomily fiddling with a black pebble. 

Watching him for several days now, Rockefeller began to worry.

‘He still seems deeply troubled because of Luon Al Vanas.’

The order to execute the deserter as an example was issued from headquarters. Since it was an unprecedented event, it was intended to instill caution in the other students f...

#124

Emergency (1)

At the café in Adele Hall, with a great view, I looked down through the window.

Once again, the poor are working today.

They are busy with the repair work, pulling carts filled with shovels and bricks across the training field.

Those who went to repair the fortress each carry sacks on their backs as they ascend the stairs.

It was a truly pleasing sight, and a satisfied smile crept across my face...

#123

The Fugitive (3)

Before going to the Adele dining hall, a parasite latched onto me.

When I glared at it with contempt, it recoiled.

"Erucel, remember this: you're just a rat scavenging the crumbs I leave behind. Never touch what I want to eat."

Suddenly, his eyes filled with tears.

"Now you're even calling me a rat... I was already feeling miserable since I got here, but how did my life end up like this..." 2024-10-09 08:30:18 +0000 UTC View Post

#122

The Fugitive (2)

A man with bandages wrapped around his face was gnawing on some jerky in the underground dungeon. 

He recalled the time he had been strapped to the operating table. 

He clearly remembered the moment when a knife was thrust deep into his forehead. 

Though he lost consciousness soon after, the oddness of the situation was unmistakable. 

After all, if they were going to split ...

#121

The Fugitive (1)  

Bellen barely managed to stand, leaning on her sword in the corner of the training yard.

“Ugh, my back...”

The internal injuries she had sustained while fighting the Bone Dragon had yet to heal.

On top of that, she was exhausted from cutting down undead as she advanced.

Then Felia grabbed the sparrow statue, and a barrier appeared.

It was good that she had mustered...

#120

Luon Al Vanas (3)  

Arkandric spoke.  

Mana is not only the source of magic but also the origin of aura.  

"Aura, in the end, is a power that has been altered through the practice of refining mana. Some scholars even argue that the superhuman strength of swordsmen should also be considered magic."  

His argument had some merit.  

Just as mana can be reconfigure...

#119

Luon Al Vanas (2)  

"Chirta is the land my father left me. And you're asking for it? Ha, this is absurd."  

"Now that you bear the name of Al Vanas, you must prioritize the benefits on this side!"  

Luon often overheard his parents' heated arguments from behind the door.  

Quarrels were common in an arranged marriage driven solely by wealth.  

Since neither had...

#118

Luon Al Vanas (1)  

Riamon and Erucel bickered as they climbed the stairs.  

"When are you going to get a clue? You're still barking up the wrong tree and talking about being the leader."  

"Q-Quiet. How was I supposed to solve that difficult problem? You didn't figure it out either, so don't talk."  

The puzzle presented by Lace, dressed as a professor, was this: figure out which ...

#117

Second Trial (3)

Bellen sprinted at full speed, cutting through the undead.  

Her destination was towards the Adele Hall dining area.  

The lingering presence of dark magic, even thicker than that of the undead, wafted strongly from that direction.  

‘It’s too strong to be human... even for a dark sorcerer.’  

The amount of dark energy far exceeded normal ...

#116

The Second Trial (2)

The name "Felia of Obsession" comes as quite a surprise to many players. Based on the name alone, most would expect her to be some kind of stalker of her mentor, but the reality is different. This is because she sees herself as incomplete and believes she is fake, which fuels her obsession with becoming "real." However, she has no desire to become the living Felia. To her, that would just be imitation, a path leading to being fake again. 2024-09-29 10:35:27 +0000 UTC View Post

#115

The Second Gate (1)

The arrival was much faster than the time it took to leave.  

Given that the main characters now had real weapons in their hands, it was an expected result.  

As I entered the main hall, I surveyed the traces of the battle that had taken place here.  

The magic division seemed exhausted, likely from repeatedly casting spells without their staffs, and all the surrounding cha...

#114

Undead (3)

In our current party, Bellman and Ricks are considered the de facto leaders. However, Ricks is in a dazed state, preoccupied with maintaining his conjuration magic. Bellman is in a similar situation. If his concentration falters, the barrier will collapse, and we’ll be torn apart by the overwhelming number of undead swarming us like a landslide. There’s no time to devise a strategy.

Given the situation, the leadership must be passed ...

#113

Undead (2)

The revival of the undead begins at the place where life ended.

That’s why the stronghold was nearly full of humanoid undead.

It was likely because the ones who died inside during the battle were mostly soldiers and knights.

On the other hand, the outer areas had a higher proportion of monster-type undead.

Their sheer size meant they couldn’t pass through the narrow entrance, and before the land...

#112

Undead (1)

In Rockefeller's office, there was a loudspeaker adorned with beads.

It was frequently used not only to announce things to the fortress but also to the Schlaphe district.

Luon set the loudspeaker down and took a hefty bite of the last remaining apple.

Crunch

Felia, who was sitting at the desk, closed the magic book embedded with a red gemstone and spoke.

"That's it, all...

#111

Party (2)  

Leana stared blankly at the entrance of the corridor.  

Feeling awkward after continuously making eye contact, I decided to tease her a little, glancing at her silk dress.  

It had a soft texture, like raindrops would just slide off it when wet.  

The subtle sheen of the fabric highlighted the curves of the dress.  

She had definitely put some effor...

#110

The Party (1)

As Luon’s consciousness began to blur, hallucinations started to appear.

The sky filled with clouds.

Distant echoes reached his ears.

"Oh, Young Master Hersel. The young master and young lady you were supposed to meet are in the reception room, not here."

It was the voice of a servant who usually looked down on him. That meant today was that day.

The summer when his family kicked h...

#109

The Calm Before the Storm (3)

Even when the undead appeared, no one screamed.

Here at Frost Heart, a place that trains Pathfinders, people who slay monsters in the Dungeon, no one would be scared by a mere humanoid undead.

Crrrr-

If there were a large number of them, it might be different, but it was only one.

"Why is there an undead here? Did the Schlaphe guys miss something?"

"I...

#108

The Calm Before the Storm (2)

There was no memory of inventory magic in Hetherson's brain. Rockefeller relayed this fact to Arkandric.

"The royal family will be quite disappointed," Arkandric clicked his tongue, clearly dissatisfied. Rockefeller offered some words of consolation.

"From the start, there was doubt whether such magic even existed, wasn't there?"

Fraud runs rampant in the magical world. If someone wasn't even ...

#107

The Calm Before the Storm (1)

Gomon's eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, his expression dazed. He couldn't help but think how dreary the atmosphere in Rockefeller's office was. The curtains were such a dark purple that it was difficult to tell if they were actually black. The paintings hanging on the walls were equally dismal in their color scheme, enough to make anyone who looked at them feel as if they were on the verge of depression. The candelabras, w...

#106

Hetherson Aola (2)

I was summoned early in the morning by the old professor to a secluded spot. Despite summer being just around the corner, each breath I exhaled came out as white mist, while Hetherson’s breath emitted gray smoke.

"Huu~" 

Hetherson, dressed in a thick coat, stood gazing at the slowly brightening sky. Each time he brought his pipe to his lips, the chain of his pocket watch clinked. I had never attended one of hi...