Ch.253253 – The Hero Who Can Never Win

by fnovelpia

<253 – The Warrior Who Can Never Be Defeated>

Cassia knows.

That Gift Academy, called the world’s finest educational institution and considered the representative educational institution of the advanced type, actually <purchased> test subjects from the laboratory.

“Instructor. I want to go to the store.”

“Denied. If you wish for personal activities outside the curriculum, use the night hours when students don’t pass through.”

“It’s just the store.”

“Even at ‘just the store,’ you possess the ability to electrocute and kill every student who sets foot on the same ground as you. You still lack credibility.”

“…”

Her dedicated instructor Alexo is equipped with electrical resistance and defense techniques, counter techniques, and defensive artifacts.

He even has an immediate execution right that certifies it’s not a criminal offense to kill her on the spot in case of emergency.

If she suffered physical pain at the laboratory, at the academy she suffers mental pain from confirming she’s different from the free students before her eyes.

‘They’re no different from the laboratory. Only the method of inflicting pain differs.’

In other words, Gift Academy, which everyone considers an advanced-type educational institution, is by no means good to her.

This shattered Cassia’s preconceptions.

She evaluated Ishtar, the current warrior chosen by the monotheistic <Sophia of the Sun> and representative powerhouse of the advanced type, by her actions rather than her position.

‘A child like me. A warrior who antagonizes Oknodie, hated by everyone.’

She understood that the condition for the warrior to torment test subjects like the laboratory or academy was <dark mana>.

So what’s different?

She too suffers so much because she possesses a special <electric attribute> different from others.

Different attributes, different properties.

None of that means anything.

Those who are discriminated against are all the same minority.

Cassia saw her former self in Oknodie trapped in the Holy Mirror.

Her younger self, trapped in the cold walls of the laboratory, touching the walls with eyes mixed half with fear and half with curiosity.

It didn’t take long for curiosity to turn into terror after realizing that wall was a wall that constantly emitted electricity and was a means to inflict pain on her.

And Oknodie would be the same.

“That’s problematic.”

“You… should have been a safe person without dark mana?”

“Enemies aren’t distinguished by whether they possess dark mana or not. If you’re going to torment Oknodie… you’re my enemy.”

So she broke the mirror.

* *

The warrior laughed.

As if unable to contain her laughter.

Like someone who had lost her mind.

“Truly amazing. I don’t know how I can be so blessed with good people. Time and again, I’m at the point of admiration that things keep appearing to block my way without getting tired of it.”

The warrior’s atmosphere was unusual.

Judging by the atmosphere alone, it seemed like she might use some dark mana berserk skill.

“Be careful, Cassia!”

“That’s my line?”

The warrior said.

“Ah, forget it. I don’t care anymore.”

“…!”

“No matter who interferes or where they disturb, I’ll just clear them all away together.”

Ishtar’s holy sword emitted light once again.

Its intensity was at least twice as powerful as when activating the Holy Mirror.

Finishing moves added one after another toward the mirror.

Simultaneously, the slashes previously charged into the mirror were all discharged at once.

<13 Stack Amplified Windstorm Slash>

<14 Stack Amplified Windstorm Slash>

<12 Stack Amplified Windstorm Slash>

Who said swordsmen can’t attack from a distance?

Newbie common sense was shattered as overpowered ranged attacks began to rain down.

Toward me and Cassia.

Toward both of us at the same time!

‘Can Cassia endure this?’

This iteration’s Cassia is incredibly strong.

If Arcadia became versatile rather than incompetent, Cassia feels like her electric ability’s random fluctuation gauge has reached maximum on the right end.

“Hyaaap!”

The layered defensive walls she raises burst one after another against the Windstorm Slashes rushing with terrifying momentum.

At the same time, natural mana is rapidly depleted.

The Holy Mirror’s power to absorb surrounding natural mana and discharge it as Windstorm Slashes is several times stronger than the wand’s ability to absorb mana.

A warrior who can never be defeated as a freshman.

I can clearly understand why veteran players evaluate her that way.

“Urgh. This hurts my pride!”

While swordsman Oknodie is fierce with afterimages and thrusts, mage Oknodie wanted to show the dignity of an archmage bombarding with magic.

But contrary to my personal hopes, I’m struggling just to defend against the warrior’s wave of attacks, and now I’m running out of natural mana to draw upon for defensive walls.

Bang!

Still, I somehow squeezed out mana to block the last Windstorm Slash.

“There’s no letting my guard down. If the first wave is over, I’ll just continue with the second wave of attacks.”

The Holy Mirror emitted light again and began to discharge slashes.

While I was struggling to block the Windstorm Slashes, some mirrors had been building up stacks of finishing moves, which now appeared on the mirror surfaces with amplified power.

‘Wow. She’s awakened in the most vicious way!’

That technique, in the game, is used to defeat chapter bosses in the summer vacation of sophomore year.

Specifically, Chapter 4’s boss: Professor Sadaco’s pet tree, Poppy, from “Chapter 4: Silent Death, Forest of Silence.”

It blocks vocalization to prevent skill activation and incantation, inflicts poison and curse damage as you approach, and randomly adds various curses when hit.

In that chapter, mages need to use silent casting, swordsmen need to use embodiment, fighting with high proficiency to overcome skill constraints, but warriors transcend common sense.

Holy Mirror.

It floats numerous mirrors at a distance, pours slashes into them, and fires them out from mirrors near the boss.

If players challenge with a warrior, they can do their part just by protecting the mirrors!

Even the overpowered crazy tree Poppy (not dead yet) would die crying tears of blood facing this pattern, so I completely understand Poppy’s bitter feelings.

“Everyone, break the mirrors!”

But this overpowered pattern was blocked by comrades joining in.

Starting with Giselle’s shout, everyone launched attacks on nearby mirrors.

Zhang, elegantly scattering multiple daggers.

Hestia, throwing hand axes to break mirrors.

<Throw>

Isabelle, Son Ocheon, Dorothy, and others diligently throwing stones, ice fragments, and even dodgeballs.

“Ugh. Why don’t our attacks break the mirrors in one hit?”

“Because there’s a barrier. You’d know if you took the Eye Training lecture. Even when cooking, you get a sense of proportion.”

“What does cooking have to do with this!? Besides, Hestia breaks them with a crash one by one! Zhang also makes them crack a lot with each hit.”

“What obvious nonsense. It’s because we’re weaker compared to the dangerous friends of the mouse.”

The attacks from the intact mirrors were dispersed among everyone who helped, despite their grumbling.

“Kyaa!”

“Ack!”

“Ugh.”

First-year students falling out with screams.

Advanced class students who held out until the end and hidden aces with skills too good for the lower classes fell one after another.

Thanks to everyone’s sacrifice, the attacks directed at me weakened, and now was my chance.

‘Hmph. Since the mirrors have stolen all the natural mana around me, you think you don’t need to worry about my attacks?’

I can clearly read the intention.

The warrior made a rational judgment.

But not a wise one.

If there’s no natural mana, use the inherent mana stored in my body.

Isn’t that common sense?

“The luxury of using sword and magic separately ends here.”

I picked up Isabelle’s longsword, which had been thrown this way with Son Ocheon’s help just before she was eliminated.

A sword in one hand, a wand in the other.

With full equipment, my fighting spirit is elevated.

The kindness of these newbies who helped me even at the cost of valuable points is honestly touching.

This is why I’ve repeated this game countless times.

Despite the many unfair elements and heavy reliance on luck.

The innocent hearts of the main and supporting NPCs living within it move people’s hearts.

“This is enough resistance.”

“No. Not yet, I can’t fall like this…! Oknodie helped me without any conditions, and now he needs help, I must do something… ugh!”

Zaku, not wanting attention in this chaos, pretended to block an attack while stepping on a line to be eliminated, while the diligent Morb, wanting to test his limits, took hits until his helmet turned backward, got beaten about thirty times, and fainted.

“Kuk, have Oknodie and Cassia been enduring attacks like this all along?”

“…The numbers don’t add up. If this were an assassination request, this ridiculous difficulty level would be like falling into a trap.”

Even Hestia and Zhang were starting to struggle with the onslaught.

Ishtar’s expression wasn’t good either.

The mirrors were being consumed faster than expected.

“…Someone was secretly meddling.”

“Gyahahat. Took you long enough to notice?”

Focusing her mind, Ishtar’s perception caught the culprit.

Taking advantage of the confusion, the pirate Zigoku had been silently casting spells and secretly shooting to break mirrors!

With Zigoku eliminated too, the named characters with high combat rankings fell one after another.

It was truly a situation where the warrior alone was crushing the entire freshman class.

However, Ishtar’s mistake was not eliminating them quickly enough.

Finally, Oknodie completed charging his dark mana berserk mode to a satisfactory level.

“You wicked warrior, I’ll teach you a lesson!”

A fatal ball beyond the colorful level 3 rainbow ball.

The level 4 dodgeball, black as darkness, advanced slowly.

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