[Translator â Peptobismol]
Chapter 143
Damien looked down at the fallen mammoth with a bitter expression.
It was the only legacy left by his deceased father.
After his father died, the mammoth had been his companion for eight long years, sharing both joys and sorrows.
Thanks to the mammoth, Damien had been able to build the White Bear Caravan to its current state.
Without the mammoth, Damien wouldnât be where he was today.
Now, his friend lay there, waiting for death.
Their eyes met.
In the mammothâs large eyes, there was not a trace of resentment towards Damien.
âThank you! Go on ahead and wait for me. Iâll join you soon.â
At that moment, the mammoth closed its eyes.
It took its final breath.
Damien swallowed his tears and looked around the battlefield.
The fortress had become a complete war zone.
In addition to the scavengers and Dongdaemun Awakeneds, unidentified Awakeneds had joined the fray.
Because of this, the White Bear Caravanâs Awakeneds were being pushed back.
If it werenât for the fortress, filled with traps, items, and magic, they would have been annihilated already.
Boom!
A truck exploded, sweeping away nearby scavengers and Dongdaemun Awakeneds.
âUgh!â
âAh!â
Arms flew off, and legs were torn from bodies.
The Awakeneds caught in the explosion lay on the ground in gruesome states.
Those who died instantly were better off; those barely clinging to life could only gasp in agony.
Other scavengers and Awakeneds mercilessly trampled the fallen survivors.
The trampled ones couldnât even scream before they died.
âThere are valuable items on the fourth floor.â
âDamn it! We have to loot the fifth floor. They say the Crown of the Spirit King is there.â
âMove aside, bastards!â
The scavengers bypassed the devastated second floor and moved up to the third.
The White Bear Caravanâs Awakeneds were there, waiting.
Damien spoke to them.
âActivate the traps.â
âGot it!â
One of the White Bear Caravanâs Awakeneds responded and activated the traps.
Suddenly, countless arrows shot out from the walls.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
âAhhh!â
âUgh!â
Awakeneds, turned into human pincushions, screamed and fell.
They wore high-grade armor, strong enough to deflect most monster attacks, but it was useless against the arrows from the walls.
Damien muttered to himself.
âThese are all items excavated from dungeons. Normal armor canât withstand them.â
Most people only think of the core items when they think of dungeons.
They conquer the dungeon, take the items, and leave without a second thought. But Damien was different.
Many dungeons have traps.
Damien didnât just disarm these traps; he took all their parts with him and installed them in the wagons.
He meticulously recycled everything.
At that moment, Alexandro approached Damien.
His body was covered in an enormous amount of blood.
He had killed many.
âHa! It seems like all of Neo Seoulâs Awakeneds have gathered here. No matter how many I kill, they keep coming.â
âWhy are you whining?â
âWhining? You should try fighting. Then youâll understand.â
âThis is just a small fraction of Neo Seoulâs Awakeneds. If the real forces come out, weâll be wiped out in no time.â
âYeah, I guess the Mayorâs a good example. If he really wanted to, we couldnât even attempt this.â
âYes. For some reason, heâs been ignoring us. Thanks to that, we have a chance.â
The chaos in the fortress had reached its peak.
Scavengers, Dongdaemun Awakeneds, and other unidentified groups were wreaking havoc.
If they were cooperating, no matter how many traps there were, the White Bear Caravan couldnât hold out.
Fortunately, the attackers were also wary of each other.
This gave the White Bear Caravan a slim chance to survive.
Alexandro laughed.
âThis is really intense. Itâs been a long time since Iâve had a fight like this.â
âWhat about Jack?â
âHehe! Iâve already sent him out. He was crying and fussing, so I kicked his ass to get him moving.â
âGood job.â
Damien smiled.
Jack was an Awakeneds with a subspace ability.
Not an item, but his Awakeneds ability was subspace.
His subspace was incredibly large.
It could hold all the items the White Bear Caravan had brought.
Actually, with Jack, they didnât need to haul wagons around.
But they did it to protect Jack from being targeted.
Subspace items were rare, and Awakeneds with subspace abilities were even rarer.
Someone with a vast subspace like Jack was almost nonexistent.
Alexandro had stored all the Mana Stones they had collected in Jackâs subspace.
Alexandro was betting the future of the Yakutsk Colony on Jack.
Neo Seoulâs advancement was largely thanks to its Mana Stone mines.
The stable supply of Mana Stones allowed them to achieve such high-level civilization.
In contrast, the Yakutsk Colony struggled with Mana Stone supply.
Sometimes Mana Stones came from monsters, but the quantity was low and the quality varied.
However, they had many dungeons nearby, making items easier to find.
Some might argue that dungeon items are more valuable, but thatâs only half true.
Good items could certainly enhance the abilities of Awakeneds, helping them protect residents better from monsters.
But you couldnât rebuild civilization with items alone.
To rebuild like Neo Seoul, Mana Stones were essential.
Thatâs why Alexandro had come here with Damien.
Without the right items, they couldnât have gathered so many Mana Stones in Neo Seoul.
Neo Seoul strategically managed its Mana Stone supply.
So, they had to offer items that would tempt their opponents.
Thanks to this, they acquired a vast amount of Mana Stones, enough to partially rebuild their civilization, though not to the level of Neo Seoul.
For that, Alexandro was willing to risk his life.
âYou didnât send just Jack, did you?â
âOf course not. As we discussed, I sent Ellen and his friends with him.â
Ellen was a navigator like Damien.
However, his abilities were far inferior to Damienâs. So, Damien had trained Ellen intensively on the way here.
He taught Ellen all his know-how and made him memorize the route.
[Translator â Peptobismol]
Luckily, Ellen had an excellent memory and remembered the entire route to this place.
âI showed them a safe route, so as long as they donât deviate, theyâll return to Yakutsk safely.â
âHehe! They better. Theyâre our last hope.â
Alexandro grinned, looking like a giant bear about to feast.
Damien spoke to him.
âIâm sorry for dragging you into thisâŠâ
âI told you not to apologize. Weâre brothers, arenât we?â
âThatâs a burden for me. Thereâs quite an age gap.â
âHey! Age doesnât matter. Why hurt an old manâs feelings?â
âHehe! Alright, you big softie. Why so sensitive?â
âYou keep drawing lines.â
âWhoâs drawing lines? I just feel guilty.â
âYou donât need to feel guilty. Thanks to you, Iâve had experiences most people never will. Thatâs enough for me.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
At that moment,
Boom!
âUgh!â
With an explosion, one of the White Bear Caravanâs Awakened, who was guarding the third floor, was sent flying, his body battered and bloody.
The person responsible for this was an Awakened as massive as Alexandro; the leader of the Dongdaemun berserkers, Brixton.
Following him, the Dongdaemun Awakeneds surged forward.
âWe donât need anything else. Secure the Crown of the Spirit King first.â
Their goal was also the Crown of the Spirit King.
Damien smirked.
âDo they even know what the Crown of the Spirit King is and still rush at it like that?â
The world wasnât that beautiful.
Many hideous things lurked behind beautiful names.
The Crown of the Spirit King was one such thing.
But its power was undeniably real.
Thud!
âUgh!â
Another White Bear Caravan Awakened was smashed by Brixtonâs hammer and sent flying.
Brixton was unstoppable.
Like a massive beast, he rampaged through the White Bear Caravanâs Awakeneds, killing them indiscriminately.
Alexandro spoke.
âWe canât let this bastard loose. Heâll kill all my men.â
âCommander!â
âWe need to hold on until the elves are lured out.â
Damien bit his lip instead of responding.
The situation was growing increasingly dire.
They were holding out with traps and items, but even those had limits.
If things continued this way, the White Bear Caravan would be annihilated in no time.
Just then, a group approached from a distance.
They wore robes and cloaks, hiding their faces and bodies.
The sight of them made Damienâs skin crawl.
âElves.â
They thought they had concealed their identities, but they couldnât hide their slender frames.
One or two might go unnoticed, but it was impossible for hundreds to be so slim unless they were elves.
Damien spoke to Alexandro.
âThe elves are coming. Hold them off for just three minutes.â
âOkay!â
Alexandro nodded and jumped down to the third floor.
âHa-ha! Your opponent is me, you fanatic.â
He swung his massive gauntleted fist at Brixton.
âYou bald bastardâŠâ
Brixton swung his enormous hammer in response.
Clang!
The gauntlet and hammer collided, creating a massive shockwave.
âUgh!â
âDamn it!â
The shockwave sent the following fanatics and other Awakeneds flying.
Both Brixton and Alexandro staggered from the impact of their powerful blows. But they quickly regained their balance and charged at each other again.
Boom!
It was like watching giant beasts battle.
Their immense fight intimidated other Awakeneds from intervening.
The fierce battle continued.
Thanks to Alexandro, Damien could catch his breath and watch the rapidly approaching elves.
âHurry up! You bastards.â
As if responding to his taunt, the elves quickened their pace.
No matter how much they disguised themselves as humans, they couldnât fool Damien.
He could recognize them at a glance because he hated them more than anyone.
âIntruders from another world. Parasites whoâve made a home in human territory. Come on. Iâm waiting for you right here.â
Damienâs eyes were bloodshot.
For this day, he had lived fiercely for the past eight years.
He had never slept comfortably, constantly pushing himself as if each day were his last.
As if hearing his call, the elves rapidly closed the distance.
Damienâs crazed smile deepened.
At that moment, Damien saw a figure riding the sandstorm from afar.
Although he couldnât make out the face from such a distance, Damien instantly recognized who it was.
âBrother!â
The only human he felt indebted to.
It was Zeon.
Damien apologized to Zeon.
âSorry, brother! You shouldnât be here. If you interfere, the plan Iâve drawn up will fall apart.â
The only one in this world who could control sand.
If he intervened, Damien would have to change his plans.
Damien didnât want Zeon to get involved.
He muttered.
âActivate! Spectrum Prison.â
Suddenly, a massive magic circle appeared around the fortress.
Made of seven lights, the magic circle engulfed everything.
Including Zeon, the elves, and everyone fighting inside the fortress.
[Translator â Peptobismol]