Chapter 405: Only Me (2)
Translator: miraclerifle
Editor: Borderline Masochist
All of the calls ended.
Cale immediately left through the window.
Clang clang.
The ninth floor strategy room window locked once again.
‘I’ll come to you a bit later!’
He could hear the voice of a Wind Elemental.
Now two of the three Elementals stayed behind in the magic stones storage room and the strategy room. Of course, they would reunite with Cale later.
‘...Explosion! Blow it up! Kahahahaha!’
Only a weird one was left but Cale did not have time to think about it.
“Let’s go to where Beacrox is.”
- I got it, human!
Cale headed toward Merchant guild leader Plavin's room where Beacrox should be.
He would meet with Plavin, Ron, and Beacrox over there.
Click.
Cale looked toward the door after hearing it open.
He slowly stood up from the couch.
“You're here, Merchant guild leader-nim.”
“Mm!”
Plavin Singten flinched after hearing Cale's greeting as he walked into the room. He then nodded his head as if nothing was wrong and continued to walk in.
Click.
He then clenched his eyes and then reopened them after hearing Ron lock the door behind him.
It was at that moment.
“What do you think?”
He could hear Cale's nonchalant voice.
Plavin was shocked at this instant change of attitude, but he quickly started to speak as he preferred this nonchalant attitude.
“Some of the mages and the alchemists will head over in one hour with some troops to collect the fake slaves.”
Plavin’s two hands pointed to Beacrox and Ron.
“I convinced them to let these two seniors lead the way as you mentioned sir.”
Ron and Beacrox.
These two would be the ones to lead the Southern Alchemists’ Tower's troops to collect the fake slaves.
“The mages are said to be skilled enough to install teleportation magic circles. Their plan is to teleport the slaves in batches as they are not strong enough to teleport all 1,200 at once.”
“How wonderful.”
Cale started to smile.
The mages who would head into a trap with Ron and Beacrox were not skilled enough like Rosalyn or Becrock to teleport multiple people at once by themselves.
However, it was fine if they were skilled enough to teleport 1,200 slaves even if it took multiple teleportations.
‘It becomes easier to blow up the Tower when more of those skilled mages are not here.’
Cale’s side would become more advantageous the more mages were not at the tower.
Plavin Singten who finished his report looked toward Cale with anxiety. Cale started to speak.
“Open them.”
Beacrox's hands started to move.
Zzzzzzz-
One of the backpacks on the table was unzipped.
“...Hmph!”
Plavin gasped.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
His heart was beating wildly.
He could see the magic bombs.
‘These will explode today.’
The tips of Plavin's fingers were slightly shaking.
Pat. Plavin felt the man from the Sun God faction placed a hand on his shoulder.
“You are going to move with me. You should know how lucky you are.”
Plavin could see the laughing man’s reddish brown eyes.
“You should not get swept up in the explosion if you are with me. Doesn’t that sound great?”
“...Yes, Yes sir. It sounds great.”
Plavin tightly closed his eyes and reopened them as he responded. The man from the Sun God faction's voice hit him like thunder at that moment.
“We will move the enemies to the trap in one hour. We will start the explosions three hours after they leave.”
Exactly four hours from now.
10pm tonight.
A time when even the summer sky that stays bright so long is completely dark.
“The greatest defense is a preemptive strike.”
They will hit the enemies first.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Plavin Singten’s face slowly turned white as he looked at the watch in his hand.
His gaze headed toward the window.
He could see someone looking out at the dark night sky.
“It's time.”
Plavin clenched his fists after hearing those words.
The eyes behind the mask headed toward him.
“Jump down.”
He then pointed outside the window.
“...Do I really need to jump?”
The man did not respond. Plavin Singten clenched his fists even tighter. He could see outside the sixth floor window.
He did not have any say in this. However, he was scared.
It was at that moment.
“10, 9-”
The countdown had started.
‘Damn it!’
Plavin’s pupils started to shake.
Cale stoically looked toward Plavin. He didn't care if this bastard was scared. He had no reason to make it comfortable for Plavin.
However. There were others who were responding to his countdown.
‘It’s finally starting!’
‘Everybody move to the top of the tower!’
‘Destruction! The countdown to hell! Kahahahaha!’
“8, 7, 6-”
- Human, human! I'm all set to go!
“5, 4-”
Tap, tap.
Cale turned toward the sound of the footsteps.
“Ahhhhh!”
Plavin screamed as he ran toward the window.
“3.”
Cale held the golden top's whip in one hand as he cast some wind at the tip of his feet.
The sixth floor, ninth floor and the tenth floor.
Magic bombs exploded in a total of three locations.
Fire could be seen through the open windows.
No, the spots where the windows used to exist. There was smoke, fire, and the sound of the place being destroyed.
It was at that moment.
“That’s round one.”
They could hear the man on the top of the tower.
The voice that had been changed and amplified with magic could be heard by the people on the ground.
“Move, move!”
“Fuck, what is going on?!”
“Shut up! All of you get in formation!”
There were people shouting to get away from the tower as well as troops who had returned to their senses trying to get into formation.
The amplified voice reached all of their ears.
“...Round one?”
That meant that there was a round two.
All of them looked toward the burning Southern Alchemists’ Tower.
- Human! I blew up the places without people first!
Cale started to speak as if he was responding to Raon.
“Round two will start soon.”
The man in the black mask surrounded by black mana and wind. His words started to cause chaos.
“You bastard!”
Someone shot out through the fire on the tenth floor and rushed toward Cale at that moment.
This mage had a shield cast with one hand and appeared without any damage or soot covering him.
Becrock.
The White Star’s subordinate.
He was glaring at Cale.
Cale looked at him and waved his hand in a friendly way.
“You recognized me right away. Long time no see, Becrock. Your one hand seems a bit empty?”
“Ha, haha!”
Becrock started to laugh.
He then soon stopped laughing.
“It looks like the black Dragon came with you.”
His eyes were cold as he looked at the black mana.
Cale did not respond to Becrock and shrugged his shoulders.
“There’s no need for me to answer you, right?”
Becrock did not show any response to Cale’s cheeky retort. He started to smile instead. He caressed his stump with his other hand as he started to speak.
“Good.”
Becrock’s one hand started to move after he said that.
He then shouted.
“It is war! Proceed according to plan!”
Baaaaang!
The eighth floor.
A window on a floor that had not exploded suddenly broke.
Becrock had broken it.
Maybe it was because of the explosion or because of Becrock’s voice, but the troops quickly surrounded the tower and Cale.
“I will slash your wrist and that black Dragon’s damn mouth.”
Ooooooong.
Mana started to surround Becrock.
Cale looked at him and started to speak.
“But I don't want that.”
“...What?”
Becrock started to frown.
Flinch.
He then flinched.
His gaze headed to the North.
He could feel a large amount of mana coming from that direction.
Something was coming.
Something was coming from the North.
It was different than this black mana.
Becrock’s gaze quickly headed back to Cale.
Cale was smiling.
“You bastards suddenly said that you were going to invade the capital.”
Cale and Raon both leisurely waited.
“So, it caused issues with our original plan. That’s why we changed it.”
The original plan would have been for the Empire’s power players and some people, including Choi Han, as their backups heading to the four towers.
However, with Becrock and the White Star's magi faction getting involved...
They needed to change things.
“And you, you bastard. Becrock, we needed someone to deal with you.”
It was a dark night.
Cale could finally see it.
Paaaaat!
He could see the red mana that was as bright as the sun.
A large red pillar of light was shooting up from the forest to the North of the tower.
- Hehe. Human, that’s the teleportation magic circle that took us four hours to create.
Raon and someone else had created this teleportation magic circle during the four hour gap before the explosion.
A large number of people were coming through that teleportation magic circle right now.
Crack craaaack.
Magic stones were breaking down as they gave off a red light.
Cale could see two people floating up from the ground that was covered in red light.
One was a knight wearing a cape.
The other was a mage in a red robe.
The two people quickly started to fly toward the Southern Tower.
The knight was Sir Rex.
The mage's face could not be seen because it was covered in a hood.
However, the mage pointed to Becrock after getting close to the tower.
“Is it you? Are you the one claiming you'll be the Tower Master?”
The mage then saw the mana surrounding Becrock and commented.
“Ah, it is you.”
Bright red mana that looked like fire started to gather around the mage in the red robe as soon as she said that.
The mage whose face was covered by the robe.
That mage was Rosalyn.
Cale looked toward Sir Rex. Sir Rex immediately started to speak as soon as they made eye contact.
“Explosion round two, start.”
Baaaaaaaaaang!
Another explosion started to shake the night.
The bright red mana started to move with the fire from the explosion.