Chapter 269: Harpy Kingdom Revival 9

“Hey, squishies! We’ve come to help! According to Lili, this creature’s shell i-“

The adventurers were struggling against a mid-boss monster with an extremely thick shell.

Even their most powerful weapon, a greatsword glowing with a bright aura, couldn’t fully pierce it.

It was impossible to break through the creature’s defenses as easily as one might clear a small hill with a giant shovel.

However, just when it looked like their efforts were futile, along came stone dwarves Old Bobo and Lili, with a portable vacuum stone launcher, destroying the shell and showcasing a dazzling perf-.

“Hmm? What’s going on?”

Nope that didn’t happen.

Instead, I repeatedly inserted troll tumor bombs into a 10-meter hole in the monster’s shell and then forcefully pressed the shell back in place to detonate the bomb.

This process, repeated multiple times, was like pounding grain with a pestle but targeted at the monster’s thick shell.

Even a shell as durable as this monster’s couldn’t withstand such a tactic.

Han Se-ah even assisted by drilling holes around the shell, mimicking a technique used to split stones for pyramids by inserting water and wooden stakes to force them apart.

After creating more than thirty holes and filling them with bombs, the monster’s once-impenetrable shell cracked wide open and shattered.

The creature, a giant tentacled snail, which had lost its home, began to convulse like a salted slug, with only a few tentacles left.

“Ugh, this disgusting thing has recovered already?”

“Mage! Freeze the base of the tentacles as much as possible!”

The tentacles, which had somewhat managed to regenerate as we drilled holes into its shell, had increased from about ten to twenty.

It was a clear indication of how dire the situation would have been if we hadn’t managed to break the shell.

Now, without its protective shell, the creature’s body looked pathetic, barely twitching.

It was just a weakened boss that failed to recover.

The situation was even worse for the creature, like a slug sprinkled with salt, indicating the troll tumor bomb I had planted deep inside the shell also inflicted poison damage.

It was an effect I hadn’t anticipated.

The boss, confused by the intense flavors it had never encountered deep underground such as ice, acid, and corpse poison, lost its defensive shell and offensive tentacles.

Now, it was left defenseless, suffering from frostbite, burns, and poisoning due to various magics, a truly pitiful state.

“……What did they use to make that giant creature so powerless?”

“That squishy mage must’ve brought up something terrible from the lower floors.”

“Hehe, as expected, squishies are good at warfare.”

The stone dwarves, including Old Bobo, who had come with a mobile vacuum stone launcher, were unable to showcase their capabilities as the creature’s shell had already been destroyed.

The scene of the dwarves, along with Old Bobo, being horrified by the hero’s ferocity as they lynched the boss monster, was captured in its entirety on camera.

Despite the creature’s attempts to fight back, it was futile.

It weakly swung its regrown tentacles only to be brutally defeated.

Its flesh, both tender and tough, was mercilessly frozen by ice magic and then shattered.

“Unload everything we have left! Aim for its back, not where the people are!”

“That bastard, Rio, Rio!”

The newly grown tentacles were immediately frozen by the enraged mages.

Meanwhile, the mercenaries, initially searching for pickaxes, gleefully mounted the catapult, eager to take advantage of the situation.

The creature’s back, sticky and soft from the explosion’s aftermath, was further assaulted with acid and the lingering poison from troll bombs.

Even with its resilience, the creature could only endure so much.

It languished in this terrible state for a while but was ultimately unable to overcome.

As it lay dying, it let out a mournful cry, a final lament.

The only inconvenience it managed to cause the expedition team was delaying their dinner time into the late evening.

Rebecca, feeling hungry and irritable, ended up scolding her subordinates excessively.

This was the only tangible outcome of the monster’s desperate struggle.

Describing the demise of the monster, which with its massive size caused earthquakes, demolished mountains, and reduced an underground city to ruins, as inconsequential made it out to be quite the pitiful end.

The fearsome monster that had threatened the stone dwarves’ underground city and the Harpy Queen’s kingdom was defeated.

The hero who accomplished this feat was Hanna, a human from another world.

As an adventurer, mage, and hero, she utilized a unique magic known as the inventory to bring powerful explosives and defeat the malevolent beast.

“Can’t you just say I did a great job?”

Deaths among adventurers are common, particularly inside towers.

Therefore, the incidents where several mages were ambushed and killed by tentacles, and a few others were crushed and destroyed in battle, didn’t gain much attention.

Considering the challenge of battling a giant monster capable of destroying cities, having only about twenty casualties is seen as a success.

What did become widely known, however, was Han Se-ah, the bomb mage’s reputation.

The imagery of a man wielding a sword of light and a woman summoning bombs out of nowhere seemed mismatched but memorable, sparking fast-spreading rumors.

In the aftermath, adventurers gathered in Granny Pipi’s city, suggesting a toast to their departed comrades.

Drunk adventurers, linking arms, sang loudly, resembling more noise than music.

Some, previously injured by tentacles, ended up receiving more scolding than alcohol from an intoxicated Rebecca.

Priests and nuns prayed for the deceased, each mourning in their own way at the afterparty.

I stealthily glanced at the internet while sipping on alcohol with the group.

No one would notice the fiddling of fingers under the table with all the hustle and bustle.

The forum was flooded with posts from today’s stream, capturing viewers’ attention.

Reading through the comments after enjoying a beer, it was clear Han Se-ah’s unique approach to combat—using chemicals and explosives—broke away from the traditional fantasy game tactics of sword-fighting and archery, causing quite a cultural shock.

The forum discussions ranged from those earnestly planning to use hydrochloric acid against orc-producing temples to others blending Han Se-ah’s image with memes of barrels filled with alchemical concoctions.

En-san turned out to be a reference to the Japanese word for hydrochloric acid.

A comic depicted a character pouring hot sulfuric acid for a paladin, specializing in fire magic(fire mountain family)[1].

…It’s a mess in many ways, but that’s what makes it interesting.

“Roland, aren’t you drinking?”

“Of course, I am.”

Her sinister laughing while throwing bombs was captured.

Han Se-ah was experiencing the result of it, her expression twisting as she drank.

Viewers had been sending in edited photos and videos.

Irene, thinking Hanna was saddened by the deaths, approached her quietly and gave her a comforting hug.

This gesture, along with the viewer’s suppressed desire for divine energy pouches, shifted their focus.

Han Se-ah sighed in relief.

The atmosphere was perfect: noisy adventurers and friendly companions.

It made the drinks taste sweeter.

Then, a visitor arrived from the underground city.

“Human hero, the Queen is looking for you.”

She was the red harpy girl, adorned with gold and jewels, having discarded the old necklace.

[1. raei: dunno what this reference is, fire mountain family was in english]