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Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 107: Project Alice-02 (5)
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A surprise attack, driven straight in.
The pitch-black thorn successfully pierced Oz's face.
The resulting face donut dangled from the darkness, swaying back and forth.
“...”
Of course, that wasn't enough to kill him.
For all that, he was one of the three most important figures on the Cult's side.
Twitch.
The body whose head had been blown off moved.
His hand moved, lowering his body from the thorn.
Freed from being skewered, Oz calmly straightened his clothes.
<...>
Crack, crunch!
A grotesque tearing sound rang out as the hole in his face closed.
His flesh bubbled as though boiling, restoring itself to normal.
There wasn't the slightest trace of agitation in his movements.
Before long, his voice returned, and Oz casually remarked,
<Oh dear. Doesn't that hurt?>
“If so, I'm glad.”
An excessively calm reaction for someone whose head had just been blown off, and an excessively indifferent one for someone who had blown another person's head off.
Neither of us gave an inch.
As if imitating my mask, the man smiled.
His lab coat had returned to pristine white, without a single wrinkle.
<Hmm... Since things have come to this, I'll be taking Miss Alice back. She must have accumulated all sorts of data while I had her released. I should also inspect the project while I'm at it.>
“That'll be difficult. Miss Alice has been on our side for quite some time already.”
<I wasn't asking for your consent. I was simply informing you that I would be taking back my property.>
“That's quite a primitive thing to say. A father who treats his daughter as property...”
<She is property. Not a daughter, but a creation. Not a human, but a monster.>
“Then she'll be mine now.”
<I have no intention of selling her.>
“I have no intention of buying her.”
A method of payment passed down through generations of Viking warriors.
Plunder.
“She was mine from the beginning.”
<You seem quite insane yourself.>
“What are you talking about?”
Where could you find someone more normal than me?
Clack.
Lua had already returned to my hand.
I unfolded the scythe and pointed its pitch-black blade at the man.
“Shall we? Killing Father-in-Law.”
A calm declaration.
The other team members stood in formation beside me.
Like us, the dark mages surrounding us were gathering demonic energy.
Oz spoke as if it were regrettable.
<Oh dear... Do you truly intend to do this? I was planning to spare the rest of you if you handed over Miss Alice.>
“That's fine. I wasn't planning to spare you.”
<Isn't it customary to say you'll spare someone if they surrender?>
“Usually, yes. But the usual rules don't apply when you're such a terrible person, do they?”
<Aha.>
My hand slipped into my coat.
Reaching beyond my inventory, I pulled out something formless.
Ding!
[Broken Crown]
-Category: Accessory
-Rank: A-
-Status: Destroyed
-Description: A crown worn by the ‘Black Queen,’ ruler of nightmares. It has now been destroyed, leaving only her remnants behind. It can be worn for up to five minutes a day. While worn, you can use the skill ‘Nightmare Transformation.’
Pitch black settled atop my head.
The atmosphere changed in an instant.
The air was sucked into darkness as dense shadows spun in place.
Oz looked at the crown floating above me and muttered,
<Oh. That is certainly Miss Alice's...>
“Shut your mouth.”
Boom!
The next moment, the scythe I sent flying cut through Oz's neck.
Pitch-black blood sprayed out, soaking the floor.
Perhaps that was the signal.
The standoff, as precarious as thin ice, shattered.
Figures rushed at one another, setting off violent explosions.
Boom! Crack!
Even amid those explosions, I calmly swung my scythe.
Oz stood before me, his wound already regenerated.
Demonic energy swarmed around him.
<Two surprise attacks. You truly have no manners at all!>
“If you fall for the same trick twice, shouldn't you blame your own stupidity?”
The two of us launched attacks at each other.
A moment later, a heavy roar erupted.
Boom!
“Phew.”
Now then.
Let the meeting between families begin.
* * *
Viktor wore the crown, while Oz was wrapped in demonic energy.
As the two collided, fierce gusts swept through the space.
Without giving anyone room to intervene, they continued their precarious exchange.
“Activate. Thorns.”
Shhhhk!
Thorns shot out with a deafening sound.
They looked vicious, but Oz charged in without concern.
<Didn't I tell you it was useless?>
Stab, rip!
His body was torn to rags.
Regardless, Oz rushed toward the boy.
As his body was damaged, his flesh rapidly healed at the same time.
“Tch.”
Rapid regeneration. It was an annoying power.
Viktor clicked his tongue as he prepared his next attack.
Oz cast a spell as well, but it wasn't something the boy needed to worry about.
“Activate. Hammer.”
<Explode.>
Boom!
Both were hit, but only Oz's body was crushed.
The attack aimed at Viktor vanished without a trace.
Crack, crunch.
Once more, his body regenerated with a grotesque sound.
The man watched the boy with fascinated eyes.
<As expected... That crown holds the Black Queen's power.>
The attack had been nullified.
Oz seemed to have already known this would happen.
After all, he was the one in charge of Project Alice.
<I would appreciate it if you handed over that crown as well. It seems worth researching.>
“You really don't know when to shut up.”
<Ghk.>
“Activate. Thorns.”
<Gaaah.>
Splat!
Oz's body exploded from within.
The fragments that rained down soon squirmed as they regenerated.
Viktor kept a stony expression as he blew the man apart again and again.
“You really are... making this difficult.”
<Ahaha! The world is full of amazing things! I'll secure that crown and Miss Alice, then complete an even greater project!>
“Ha.”
Boom.
Scythe and magic collided.
Behind his clown mask, the boy wore an icy smile.
Oz pushed the output of his dark magic to its limit.
“Let's do this. Come on.”
<Then I won't hold back!>
Boom!
Explosions rang out again and again beneath the empty ceiling.
Meanwhile, while Viktor was tied up dealing with Oz's regenerative ability, the other team members were fighting as well.
“They're coming!”
Dark magic erupted everywhere, while Chimeras surrounded them.
<Kikikikikiki>
<Sekseksekseksek>
<Milmilmilmilmil>
Beyond the writhing monsters, Cult members commanded the formation.
Some cast dark magic themselves, aiming it at the children.
As Oz had said, they intended to retrieve the target.
And they meant to eliminate anyone who got in the way.
As the shadows deepened, the children drove back the Cult members more fiercely.
“Fuck! These bastards never end...!”
“Something big is coming from behind!”
“I shall stop it...!”
Boom!
The ceiling was so high that its end couldn't even be seen.
Thunderous blasts that tore through the air echoed beneath it.
Every one of the children was busy defending the line.
“Lady Saeugang, you need to conserve your strength! If you overdo it, you'll collapse from exhaustion like before...!”
“Damn it! I know! I'm already close to my limit...!”
“Everyone, focus. None of them seem particularly strong on their own.”
“The problem is that they aren't alone! There are so many of them, we can't suppress all of them with the strength we have left...”
Crackle! Boom!
Blood splattered, and electricity flashed.
Every so often, spears of pure white light streaked across the space.
Dozens of Chimeras were cut down each time, but it wasn't enough to reduce their numbers.
“They're coming from behind too!”
“Fuck... Kill them, they get replaced. Kill them, they get replaced. It just keeps happening!”
“Blond child! Can you keep wielding that radiance?”
“I can't. I can do it five more times at most.”
Shhhhk!
At the center of the carnage, where flesh lay scattered and death swarmed, Caitlin electrocuted and burned the nearby enemies.
Carmilla used Bloodcraft to tear apart the Cult members' dark magic.
Ranne gathered radiance and swept away the army with wide-ranging attacks.
“I think you need to help over here...!”
“Hold them just like that.”
“Hngh...!”
Rumble!
Amid the constantly worsening chaos, there was one person who was only being protected.
The gloom of black hair was all that draped her slender shoulders.
‘Ah.’
Her consciousness had been pushed to the brink of collapse.
Alice sat there precariously, teetering on the boundary of dreams.
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