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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Fwoooosh—​⁠

Fernan⁠ emerged abruptly from​⁠ the water.

Total‍⁠‌ darkness welcomed him,​‍ but he took⁠​‍ a magic lamp‍ from subspace and​‌ lit up the⁠ surroundings.

“I​⁠ never thought I’d⁠ come back here.”⁠​‌

Although‍​ he had proposed‍‍⁠ to Aint that‌ they build the​⁠‍ Bell of Pasa​​‍ together, it was‍ Fernan who returned‌⁠ alone to the​ underwater cavern.

He‍ realized it too‍ late.

‘Now‌​‍ that I think‌ about it… Aint‍‍​ doesn’t know I’ve​‍ already been here,‍‌⁠ right?’

And‌⁠‍ he must never⁠⁠ know.

‘I⁠‍ was too hasty.’‍⁠

In‌ his rush to‌⁠ forge the Bell⁠⁠​ of Pasa as⁠​⁠ soon as possible,⁠ he had overlooked​​ something fundamental. Fortunately,‍ he remembered before‌ it was too​‌​ late.

Fernan⁠​ ended the conversation⁠​⁠ by asking if‍ the Armian family​ still had any⁠ knowledge about the​ bell’s manufacture.

And‍‌ then, on his‍ own, he came‍‍‍ to search for‌ the underwater cavern.‌ No one could‌ find out how​‌​ he had come‍‍ to know this⁠ place.

Of​ course, there could⁠‌ be traps, or‍ another monster nesting​‍ here like the‍‍ sea dragon. But​‌‍ he wasn’t worried.‌

Not⁠ while he had​‌ a firm and‍‍‌ reliable guardian he‌⁠⁠ could use at​ any moment away​⁠ from prying eyes.‌

“Wooden.”​⁠

— Kkuuuu!

Wooden​⁠‌ emerged from the‍​‌ pendant and expanded‍⁠ his body until​ he reached about​‌​ 1.8 meters, the⁠ height of an​‍⁠ average human.

Excited,⁠⁠⁠ he unsheathed the​‍ sword from his⁠‍ back and swung​​ it lightly.

──!‌

A gigantic rock was‍ sliced in one​​ stroke.

— Kkungkung!

“Don’t​​‌ pray for a monster to appear.”‍

Fernan​‍ calmed him and‌‌​ slowly advanced down‌‌⁠ the corridor.

Before,‍‌‌ the ceiling had⁠⁠​ embedded magic lamps,​⁠‌ but since he⁠‍ had taken them​ all, only empty‍‌⁠ marks remained.

He⁠‍‍ traversed the long‌‌​ tunnel until he‍‍​ reached the large‍​ chamber where spiritual‌⁠ herbs had grown​⁠​ and where the‌⁠ sea dragon had‍ nested.

Inside,⁠ only the traces⁠‍ of the battle⁠⁠ it had fought​⁠ remained.

— Kkung?

“Yes.​ The sea dragon⁠ was here.”

— Kkungkung!

“Why⁠ did I fight‍ it alone? I didn’t.”

Lately,​ he was beginning‌‌ to doubt whether‌ Wooden was truly​​ a wood spirit.‌ He behaved more‍‌‌ like a battle​‌ junkie.

‘Though⁠ I understand.’

With‌ that new body,⁠ it was natural‌ to want to​‍⁠ test it out.‍

Fernan‌‌‌ first inspected the​​‌ spot where he​ had found mithril.‍‍‌ He had mined⁠⁠​ it in a hurry, so he⁠‍‌ wanted to check‌‌‍ if any remnants⁠‌​ remained.

“Nothing.”‌

As‍‌ expected, he had⁠‌ been too thorough⁠ to leave a single fragment behind.‌⁠‍

“Next⁠⁠ is…”

The‍‌ hole where the‍‍⁠ sea dragon had⁠‍⁠ fallen, also mentioned‍ in the book‍​ of prophecies.

It‍⁠​ was likely where⁠‌⁠ Aint had extracted‍​ the adamantium.

“So⁠​ deep…”

He⁠​ leaned in to‌⁠‌ look. Below stretched⁠‌‍ an endless abyss.‍

He​‌ threw a small‌ light orb, but⁠ even at its‌​ limit, he couldn’t‌⁠‍ see the bottom.​

“Hmm.”⁠​‍

What‍ could be down​‍ there?

There‍‌​ might be nothing,‌‌ or it could⁠‌⁠ hide traps. And‍​ Fernan wasn’t about​‌ to risk himself.⁠

“Wooden.”​

— Kkung?

“Go⁠‌‌ check it out.”‌​​

Suddenly,​⁠ he lifted the⁠‍ ground under Wooden’s​​ feet and dropped‍ him into the‌ hole.

— Kkuuuung?!

Darkness‍​ swallowed the black‍‌‍ golem’s body in‍‌ an instant. Only‌ his red eyes​ continued to glow,​ quickly fading away.⁠

Fernan​ smiled at the‍ confusion and resentment‍ in those eyes.⁠​

They‌⁠ said spirits were​‌⁠ very emotional, and‌ it seemed true.‍‌⁠

“Wooden,‍ still falling?”

Even⁠‍⁠ separated, a contractor‌‍ could speak with⁠⁠ their spirit as‍ long as there⁠‍‍ wasn’t a different​ dimension between them.‌‍

The‍‍‍ difference was that⁠​​ a normal summoner⁠⁠ had to expend⁠​ a lot of​​‌ mana to maintain⁠‍ them at a distance, but since‌⁠‍ Fernan channeled his‌‌ through a golem,​ that didn’t apply.​​‍

— Kkuuuuuung!

Wooden’s​‍‍ angry rumble shook​‌‌ his head.

He‌⁠‌ claimed Fernan had​ pushed him.

“I‌ didn’t push you,‍⁠ I just lifted​‍ the ground. Same​​⁠ result, though.”

“Wouldn’t‍​ it be worse​ if I went⁠ down first and⁠ it turned out‍ to be a trap?”

— Kkungkung!

“It‍​⁠ doesn’t affect you.​‌⁠ Don’t forget that‌ body is the‌​‍ most durable in‌​​ the world. Think‍ of it as​⁠ a chance to‍ test your limits.”⁠‍⁠

— …Kkuung?

The‌‍ doubt turned into‍ curiosity.

“That’s​ right. If you⁠ want, you could‌​‌ let yourself fall‍‌ without any protection​​​ and still not​ break.”

— Kkuu… Kkung!

Suddenly​‍⁠ the voice cut‍ off. Fernan understood‍ he had reached‌ the bottom.

“Wooden,‌⁠ how deep?”

The‍ answer took a while.

— Kkuuuung! Kkungkung!

“I‌‍‍ didn’t ask if⁠ you got scratched​‌ or not.”

— Kkugugugu!

“No‍ pain? Good for‌​‌ you. But tell⁠​​ me, how many‌⁠ meters?”

— Kkuguuu!

“You‍‍⁠ kept falling…?”

Fernan⁠ sighed and calmly‌ asked again.

“Be‍​ precise. The magic‌​​ engravings on your‌​​ body can measure‌⁠ it exactly.”

— Kkuuu.

Finally,‌‌ he got the⁠ answer he expected.‌‍‌

“Six‌ hundred sixty-six meters?‌⁠‍ Well…”

A demonic number.

Could‌ it be a trap set by⁠​‌ a demon and⁠​ not the First​‌⁠ Emperor?

“Any​⁠ enemies or traps?‌ A corrupt one,‍​​ monster, or maybe‌‌‌ even a demon?”‍​

He⁠‌ swallowed hard as⁠‍ he prepared to​ summon Wooden back​ if necessary.

— Kkungkung!

“Nothing?”‌⁠

He⁠⁠‌ sighed in relief.‍

— Kkung! Kkuuuu! Kkuung!‍⁠

“Strange‍ things, you say?”​​​

Now⁠‌ that sounded promising.‍

With​ the path cleared‌ by his scout,⁠⁠‍ Fernan began his‍‍‌ descent.

Rumble—​​‌

He⁠‍‍ grew rock platforms​ from the wall‌⁠‌ and started descending‌ on them.

‘If⁠ it really was⁠​‍ 666 meters, Aint‍ couldn’t have reached⁠‌ the bottom.’

He‌​ must’ve found an​‍‌ intermediate ledge. And​⁠‌ from there extracted‍ the adamantium.

‘But…‌‍ did he mine‍ it all?’

Aint‌ wasn’t a miner,​ nor was Gardner.‍ That much was‌‌ clear from the‌​⁠ book of prophecies,⁠‍ which mentioned only⁠‍ 5 kg of​​‍ mithril.

‘Here.’‌‍

He‍‌‍ descended about 50‌‍‍ meters and found​​​ what he was‌​ looking for—a ledge‌⁠‌ with a small‍⁠ opening in the​⁠​ rock.

He​ widened it with‍⁠‌ magic and went​⁠‍ inside. There he​ found clear signs⁠‍ of mining.

“This‍ is where the⁠ adamantium was, and​ Aint mined it.”‍

He​ placed his hand​ on the excavated​‍ rock. The mana‌ in his heart​ spread rapidly.

Earth‍‍ magic was his‍​ specialty. And the​⁠⁠ reason he had⁠⁠‌ chosen it as‌ his main affinity,‍‌​ rather than fire‍‍‌ which was more​‌‌ natural to him,‍ was simple.

“I‍ found it.”

It‍‌‍ was precisely for‌ this.

About​ 5 kilograms of‍ adamantium, which would‌‍‍ be reduced considerably‌​⁠ after refining, appeared‌‌ deeper inside, and‌‍⁠ Fernan smiled in​ satisfaction.

— Kkungkung!

“I’m⁠‌ coming, don’t be⁠‍ so impatient.”

He⁠‌ gathered all the‍‍ adamantium and resumed‌‌‌ his descent. But⁠‍​ soon he stopped.⁠⁠⁠

“…That‍ is…”

About‍⁠ 100 meters further‌ down, he saw​⁠‍ a protruding rock‌ and, behind it,‍‍⁠ a small opening⁠‌ that struck him‍⁠ as strangely familiar.‍

“…Could‍‌ it be…?”

Holding⁠ back the pounding⁠⁠⁠ in his chest,‍​ he entered the​​ hollow.

There,​⁠ a purple-colored metal⁠​ awaited him.

“…Damn⁠ it… is that​⁠‌ really orichalcum?”

Mithril,‍‌ adamantium, and now⁠ orichalcum.

The​ three legendary metals,⁠⁠ all in the​ same underwater cavern.‌​​

Fernan⁠⁠⁠ could bet his⁠​​ entire fortune that​ this place had⁠​‌ been artificially created.​‍‍

“Orichalcum,⁠ about 20 kilos.”⁠‌

He‌ extracted it with​​‌ a pleased smile⁠‍‍ and continued descending.​​ He hoped to‍⁠⁠ find something else,⁠‍‍ but there was‍‌⁠ no third surprise.‍

‘It’s‌​ a lot, but⁠⁠‍ still not enough⁠‍​ to forge the‌‌​ bell.’

He‍‍ had wanted more.‌​

Although‌‍‌ that concern turned⁠ out to be‌⁠ unnecessary.

“….”‌

When‌‌‍ he finally stepped‍‌ onto the floor,‍ his eyes widened.⁠‍‍

— Kkungkungkung!

He‍⁠ paid no attention⁠​‍ to Wooden’s scolding‌ for taking so​‍⁠ long.

“…Ah.”‍

Fernan‍‍‍ couldn’t take his‍‍ eyes off the​ wall.

Before‌​‌ him unfolded, without⁠ a doubt, the​​ most beautiful sight‍ he had ever‌‍ seen in his‍ life.

A sight that would⁠ make anyone on⁠‌‍ the continent rich.⁠⁠

A sight of minerals⁠‍ stretching as far‍‍ as the eye⁠‍​ could see.

On⁠‌ one side, a turquoise sea shimmered.‍​​

On⁠⁠⁠ the other, a brilliant silver showing‌​ a thousand shades.​⁠‍

And‌ beyond that, an⁠‌​ iridescent purple.

“…Stroke‌‍⁠ of luck.”

Mithril,‍‌‌ adamantium, and orichalcum.‌⁠⁠

The‌ chamber walls were‍​‌ covered with those​ legendary metals, extremely‍ rare and nearly⁠‍ impossible to find.‌​​

Could‌​‍ something like this‍⁠‌ even be real?‍⁠ The doubt brushed‍‍​ him, but the‌‍ joy of knowing​​​ it was all​ his far outweighed‌⁠⁠ it.

“…Good‍‌‌ thing I came‍ alone.”

Had⁠‍​ he brought someone,⁠‌‍ he would’ve had‌⁠ to share.

His‌ eyes gleamed with‍‍ greed as he‍‌‌ savored the sight‍⁠‌ of the minerals.‌

— Kkuuuung!

Then​ Wooden waved a hand in front‍ of him, pulling‍ his attention away.‍

— Kkungkung!

He‌​ was pointing to‍‍‌ a specific spot,‍​ as if saying‌ something even more⁠​ important was there.​⁠

“What⁠‌‍ could be more⁠‍‍ important than all‌‍ this…?”

And‍ there was.

Where​‍ Wooden pointed, a plant was growing.⁠

A spiritual herb absorbing‍ energy from the​‍⁠ minerals.

Perhaps‍‌‌ because it was‌ surrounded by those​​ legendary metals, its‌ color was more‍‌ radiant than any‌ known itarium.

And​​ its size was⁠⁠​ no longer that‍‍‍ of an herb,‌⁠⁠ but of a tree sprout.

“…Now‌‌ this is a discovery.”

The​‍​ loss of the‍​​ itarium in Altrierc‌‍ had troubled him,‍ but this plant​ more than made​ up for it.‍​

“…Carefully.​ I need to‌‍ extract it with​​⁠ the roots and⁠ all…”

It‍‌‌ was at that⁠ moment.

─!​​⁠

The‌ chamber shook.

─!​‍‍

A rhythmic sound.

─!⁠‍⁠

The⁠ rumble of heavy,​ slow footsteps.

What​ appeared was a gigantic serpent. Not⁠‌ a dragon.

A long, massive body​‍ with two sharp​⁠‌ horns on its⁠‍ head. It had‍ no wings, but‌⁠‌ it did have⁠​ fins.

Every⁠ time its four‍ feet touched the‍‍‌ ground, the entire‌⁠ cavern trembled.

From⁠⁠ its breath spread‌​ a subtle poison.‍

“…A‍ Knucker?”

Similar​ to a sea‌ dragon, but with⁠‍ the nature of​ a monster more​ than a magical‍‌ beast.

Its‌‍‌ strength in water​‌ was absolute, and⁠ its poisonous breath‍ could dissolve everything.‌‍⁠

The‍ monster growled, showing‍​ hatred and bloodlust⁠ toward the intruder‍‍⁠ coveting its treasure.​

“…What​ the hell is⁠ this place?”

Mithril,‌ adamantium, and orichalcum‌​​ in abundance, a sea dragon above,⁠​ and a Knucker⁠‌‍ below.

The‌‌⁠ Knucker opened its‌⁠​ mouth. It was‍ about to exhale⁠ its poisonous breath.⁠‌​

— Kkungkungkungkung!

Wooden,‍ now grown to‌‌ eight meters tall,‍⁠‍ roared with excitement⁠​‌ at last at⁠‌ a worthy battle‌​​ and lunged at⁠ the monster.

The​ two colossal creatures‌‍​ rolled and clashed‍ throughout the chamber.‍ Fortunately, it was​ wide enough to​ withstand such a battle.

But‌​⁠ that wasn’t the⁠​ real problem.

“Had‍​‌ to be a Knucker…!”

Fernan‌‍‍ ground his teeth.​‍‍

A Knucker’s venom was‍ so lethal that‌ even those legendary‌‍‌ minerals could be⁠​ damaged.

“Wooden!‍⁠ Don’t let it⁠ open its mouth!”⁠‌⁠

He‌‍‍ couldn’t allow the‍⁠‌ precious stones to⁠⁠‍ suffer any harm!‌‌‍

Fernan‍ shouted more desperately⁠‌⁠ than he had⁠ in a long⁠ time.

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