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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Knucker.​⁠

A creature similar to⁠⁠‌ a dragon, but‍⁠‌ wingless and with‌ fins instead.

It​​‌ possessed such a terrible poison that​ it was even​⁠ more lethal.

Under​ normal conditions, it⁠‌‍ would have been‌ an extremely difficult​‍ enemy.

Fernan,‌​⁠ on his own,‌‌​ could never face⁠⁠⁠ it; even using‍ all kinds of​‌‍ artifacts, fleeing would​‍ be the most‌⁠⁠ he could hope⁠ for.

But​ with Wooden—the ego‌ golem into which‌ Fernan had poured​ all his efforts—the‌ situation was reversed.⁠‍‌

It⁠‌ was the same‌‍⁠ Wooden who had​ once managed to⁠​‌ corner Andromalius, a demon, and even‌ destroyed the beasts‌‍ he bred.

No‍ matter how strong⁠ the Knucker was,‌‍ it could not⁠ compare to Andromalius.‌‍

That’s‌‌ why Fernan didn’t‍ fear defeat.

His‍‍‌ only concern was⁠⁠‌ something else.

That‍‌‍ the Knucker’s poison⁠​​ would damage the⁠ precious minerals and‌⁠‍ the itarium.

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

Letting⁠ the cavern collapse‌ from the clash⁠⁠ of titans was​ acceptable; he could‌ withstand it with⁠ magic.

Even‍⁠ allowing adamantium, orichalcum,​ or mithril to⁠​⁠ break was possible,‍‌‌ as long as‌‍‌ their essence remained‍ intact—he could just​‌‌ gather and refine‌​ them.

But​‌‍ the Knucker’s poison​⁠‌ was different—it didn’t​ break or crack,​‍ it ruined the‌ very essence of​⁠ the mineral.

That​ was like turning‌‌​ treasures more valuable​ than gold into⁠‍‍ trash.

‘I⁠⁠ can’t trust Wooden.’​⁠

Even​ though he obeyed‍ words, once he‍‌‍ entered battle, it‍ was clear he⁠‍‌ wouldn’t think of‌‌⁠ the consequences.

Fernan‌​​ began reciting urgently.⁠​​

He‍​​ gripped his staff,⁠‍⁠ drank potions, and⁠‌⁠ equipped all the⁠⁠‍ artifacts that boosted‌ mana.

Fwoosh—⁠​

Mana‍‌ drained at a fierce rate—dozens, maybe​‍​ hundreds.

Massive‌​‍ rocks began to​‍ wrap around the⁠ walls where the⁠‌‌ legendary minerals lay.‍‍

‘Not​ a single one!​‍ I won’t lose‍​ a single one…!’​

Even‌‍ a fragment the‍ size of a fingernail was worth‌ a gold bar.​‌‌

He‌⁠ wouldn’t allow anything‍ to be lost.‌‍

If‍​ it broke, he’d​ repair it. If‌ it broke again,‌‌​ he’d repair it​ again.

‘Let‍‍‌ me collapse from‌‌ mana exhaustion if‌ I must, but​⁠⁠ as long as​⁠‌ I live I won’t watch it‍‌​ all get ruined!’⁠​​

With⁠⁠ that thought, Fernan​​ steeled himself.

***‍

— Kkuung.

Wooden​‍‌ smiled in total​ bliss.

Although⁠‍ he remembered too​ late that he‌⁠⁠ had no mouth​⁠‌ to smile, that‌‌‍ only made him‍ laugh even more.⁠‍

— Kkung kkung kkung⁠‌‍ kkung!

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

Understood.‍‌‌ He didn’t know⁠ why, but he⁠​ got it.

Wooden​‍ nodded.

“Watch‌ out!”

The‌ Knucker didn’t miss‌‌ the moment. Its⁠‍‌ massive body launched‌ like an arrow.‍

Kwaaaang!‌​‍

The‌ golem went flying,​ crashing into the‍‌​ wall his master​ had erected.

The⁠ wall crumbled like⁠ sand.

Thanks​‍ to that, even‌​ though his consciousness‍ was linked to‍‌ the golem’s body,‍⁠ he felt only‌⁠‌ stiffness, not pain.​⁠

— Kkuung!

“Doesn’t​⁠ matter if it⁠ hurts or not,⁠⁠​ look forward!”

Oh‍⁠⁠ right, he was‌‍ in a fight.‍​‍ Forward, forward.

Wooden‍‌‍ got back up‌ and faced the‌ enemy. It was⁠​ the same charge‌‍ as before, but⁠‍ he wouldn’t fall​​ for the same⁠⁠ trick twice.

He​‌ rolled on the‍‍ ground.

Boom!‌

Another​⁠ wall came crashing⁠​​ down from the‍ charge.

A purple mineral fragment​‌​ rolled across the‌ ground.

From‍ one side came‍‌ his master’s scream,​‌​ “My mineral!”

— Kkung!

Relax,​ master. I avenge.‌​‌

Wooden⁠​ gripped his greatsword.‍​‍

The⁠⁠‍ blade sliced the‌‍‌ air in a long arc.

Slash—​‌‍

Forged‍​‍ with a magical⁠‌ alloy controlled by​‍ Fernan, that sword​ could even cleave⁠⁠ the beasts of‌⁠​ Andromalius.

The​ Knucker’s scales wouldn’t‌ withstand it.

Kieeeek!‌

The‌‍ monster’s crimson blood​‍ sprayed in all‍‍‌ directions.

Whoosh—.‌‍‌

The‌ very fluid was⁠⁠‌ laced with poison,‌⁠⁠ so a pungent⁠​‍ smoke rose instantly.​⁠​

“Damn‍ it! Don’t let⁠⁠ the blood touch‌​ the minerals!”

— Kkung?

Blood,⁠‌ minerals, no?

If‍‍ cut, there’s a wound.

If⁠ wound, there’s blood.‌‍

So…‌ shouldn’t cut?

But‍ no wound means‍⁠ no fight.

Boom!‌

A swipe of the⁠ Knucker’s tail hit‍‍ the walls, tearing‍​ off more fragments.⁠‍‍

“What‌‌‍ are you doing!​⁠​ Finish it already,‌ quick!”

— Kkukung!

Quick,⁠ no blood, no‍ minerals.

Ah.‍​ Wooden understood.

It⁠‍ wasn’t about not‍ hurting it—it was‍‌⁠ about finishing it‍‍​ so fast that‌⁠‍ barely any blood​​‍ would spill.

He​​ couldn’t enjoy the⁠‌ fight, but a contract was a contract.

— Kkuuu…

Quick.⁠​‍ Where?

Vital‌⁠ point. Where?

Wooden​ thought of himself.‌

If‍ they broke an⁠ arm, he wouldn’t​‍ die.

If⁠⁠​ they tore off⁠ a leg, same.‌‌

If‍‌ his head was‌‌‌ destroyed, still fine.‍⁠‍

Only​ one place remained.​‍

— Kkung.

The⁠ heart.

The‍⁠ place where all⁠‍​ soul and mana​​ concentrated.

The‌⁠ true vital point‌‌ of any living‌‌ being.

Wooden’s‍‍ eyes gleamed. With⁠ the sensitivity of‍‍‍ a spirit and‍‍​ the runes embedded‌ in his golem‍ body, he detected⁠‍ the densest mana⁠ flow in the‍⁠ Knucker.

He​‌⁠ adjusted his energy‍ and lunged.

The​⁠‌ sword sliced the‍ air like lightning.⁠‍

Clang—​‍⁠

The‍ Knucker twisted its‌⁠ long body, deflecting⁠⁠ the strike.

The‍‍​ blade only grazed‍‍ the scales, leaving⁠‌‌ not even a mark.

Slippery.⁠⁠ Hard to cut.‌

His​ sword started to‍ smoke—the scales exuded‍‍‍ a viscous liquid⁠ filled with venom.‍⁠

—!‌

—!⁠

Wooden‍​‍ struck several more⁠‌⁠ times, but the‌‌‍ Knucker dodged with‌‍ agility unbefitting its‌ size or lunged​ to bite the‍‌ golem.

Crunch—​⁠‌

Kieeek!‌⁠‌

It‌ couldn’t pierce Wooden’s‍ toughness and retreated‍‌⁠ shrieking in pain.⁠‌

— Kkuku!

Crack!‌ Crack! Crunch!

“Focus,‍ Wooden, forward!”

At‌‌​ that instant, a brutal hit landed.​​

The​‌ Knucker rammed him,​‍‌ and both titans‍ rolled on the‍‌ ground.

Kieeeee!​

The⁠‍‌ monster roared from​‌ above, mouth wide‌‌ open.

— Kkuuu!

Wooden‌ frowned spiritually.

Something​​‍ smelled awful.

And⁠‌ only now did⁠ he realize.

He‍⁠‍ didn’t have a nose, and yet⁠ he could smell​​ it!

— Kyu?

From⁠​ inside the Knucker​ came a huge⁠‌‌ surge of mana.‌‍ Fernan, sensing the⁠⁠‍ ominous sign, ramped⁠‌​ up his power‍ output, but it‍ was a moment⁠⁠ too late.

─────!​‌‌

An⁠⁠⁠ acid breath laced‍​​ with poison struck‌ Wooden.

Fwoosh—​‌⁠

His⁠⁠​ vision shook. Hundreds‌‍‌ of magical circles​‍‌ etched onto the​ golem’s surface activated‍​ all at once.‍‍⁠

Crackle,‌‍‍ spark! Sparks flew‌‌⁠ endlessly.

The‌‍⁠ Knucker was surprised‌‍⁠ to see its⁠⁠⁠ own breath have‌‍ no effect, but​​ in that moment​‌⁠ Wooden had already‌⁠​ powered up without​⁠ issue.

Crunch—!‌

Wooden’s‍‌ fingers dug between​​‌ the Knucker’s scales.​⁠ The creature screamed‍ in pain and⁠⁠ backed off. Wooden⁠‌ didn’t miss the‍ opportunity—he grabbed his⁠ greatsword and charged⁠ again.

A faint aura rose​​⁠ over the blade.⁠‍⁠

It⁠⁠‌ wasn’t a solid​ aura—without his master’s‍⁠ help, it was⁠‌ the best he​⁠​ could muster—but it⁠ was enough. Though‍ fragile, the weapon‌‌ was massive.

────!‍⁠‌

The⁠ Knucker tried to‌‍ twist and secrete​‌ fluids as before,⁠⁠‌ but the aura⁠‌⁠ ignored physical laws‍ and pierced the‍​ scales. Dark red​​ blood spurted like‌⁠ a fountain.

Kwoooooar!‌

The⁠​‍ blood drenched him‌⁠⁠ completely. It wasn’t‍‌​ as corrosive as​ the breath, but‍⁠ it was sticky‍ like mud, slowing​‌‌ his movements.

Thud!​ thud! thud!

He‍​‌ took dozens of​ hits in an‌‍‌ instant.

He⁠ didn’t stand idly‌‌‍ by—even though he‌ lost his sword,⁠ Wooden didn’t rely⁠⁠ solely on it.⁠

His‍ giant body. His‍ resilient fists.

Bang!‍ bang!

He‌‌​ struck the Knucker’s‌⁠⁠ head with clenched‌‍‌ fists.

He‍‍⁠ didn’t have the⁠‍ skill or experience‍​​ to dodge every‌‌‍ blow and land​‌ only his own.⁠⁠‍ He relied solely⁠​‍ on the golem’s‍⁠ body, and pressed​‌⁠ forward stubbornly.

One⁠ hit taken, one⁠​ returned.

Two⁠ taken, two returned.‍‌

It⁠ hurt, but the⁠⁠ weight he felt​​​ in his knuckles⁠​​ was satisfying.

The⁠‌ longer the fight​​ went on, the‌​ more Wooden felt‌ like he had‍ a real body.‍‍

He‌​‌ was enjoying it.⁠⁠ He wanted the⁠‌‌ battle to never‍ end. And honestly,‍‍ it probably wouldn’t⁠⁠⁠ end soon.

Even‌‌ though the Knucker’s⁠​ secretions dried up,‍‌​ its scales shattered,⁠ and its face​‌‍ became a mess—that’s‌‌‌ how it was.​ Perhaps.

—Kkuing!‍​

Oops,‍ a mistake.

He‌ accidentally let out⁠ a cry of​ joy and covered‍ his mouth—though he‍ had none. Fortunately,​ it seemed his‌​ master hadn’t heard.‌

“Are⁠‌ you laughing? I told you to‌⁠​ finish it quickly,⁠​ not to have‍ fun punching it!”⁠⁠‍

Ah,‌‍⁠ he heard it.‍‍

—Kyuuu…​

Wooden’s⁠‌ spirits sank. And‌ he immediately understood​⁠‍ why.

—Kkuuuu…!​‌

Because.‍‌ Of. You. I.​ Got. Scolded.

Wooden​ got angry. His‌‌ fury turned into‌⁠ action.

He‍‍ picked up the‌‌⁠ sword.

Raised‍⁠ his power even⁠​ more and charged.‌‌⁠ No—launched like a projectile. His core⁠⁠ vibrated violently.

Faster.‌‍‌

Stronger.​⁠

He​‍​ focused all his​​ mana into a single point. The​​ once-diffuse aura took‍‌ the shape of‍‌⁠ a true sword.‍‍​

In‌ a blink, Wooden‍ was already in⁠⁠‍ front of the​ Knucker. The beast’s‍ eyes widened.

“Wait…!‍‍​ Not the heart,⁠​ aim for the​⁠⁠ neck…!”

His‌​ master’s voice came‌‍ too late.

Wooden’s‍​‍ blade aimed straight‍⁠​ for the heart.​

It⁠‍ pierced the worn⁠⁠ scales, broke through⁠‍⁠ flesh and bone,​⁠ and simultaneously struck‍‍⁠ the heart and‍ internal core.

Krghhkk…!⁠

The​​ Knucker coughed blood.‍‍

—Kkuu!​‍‍ Kkuu…?

Got⁠⁠‍ it! Did I get it…?

At‍⁠ the same time,‌​‍ the Knucker’s torso‍​ began to swell.⁠⁠ Its mana concentrated⁠​ in the core,⁠ vibrating unstably.

Wooden​‍ sensed it immediately⁠‌ and murmured with‍​⁠ unease.

And‍⁠⁠ in that instant.‌⁠

─────!​

An‍‍ explosion erupted.

The⁠ mana blast swept‌⁠ the area, and‌​ the mixed poison‌‌‌ spread everywhere, corroding‍‍‌ mercilessly.

The‌⁠ explosion didn’t kill​‌​ Wooden—the body Fernan‍ had built with‌‌‍ the full power‌⁠ of his family‌‌ was too durable.‍⁠

It‌​ didn’t kill Fernan​‍​ either—he sensed the‌ self-destruction and hid⁠ behind Wooden, deploying‍‍ a defensive circle.​‌

But.‌‌

“…Ah…”‌

He‍⁠​ couldn’t save the​‌‍ minerals.

Fernan‍‌‍ fell to his​‌​ knees.

***​‌

Poison​​ covered all the‍‍‌ walls.

As⁠ legendary as the⁠​ metals were, they⁠‍ couldn’t remain intact‍​ under the poison‌⁠ of a creature​ sacrificing its life‌ in a final​‌ attack.

Not⁠⁠​ even the layers‍‌ of rock Fernan‍​⁠ had summoned to‌‌‍ reinforce the walls​ were enough.

The‍ mineral veins were‌ half-corroded, some melted.​‍ And along with​ them, Fernan’s heart‌​‍ was crumbling.

“Ha…‌‍​ Ha…”

How‌‍‌ much was all‍⁠⁠ that worth?

If‌ he melted it,‌‍ how many gold‌‌⁠ bars would it‍‍​ be worth?

It‍‌‍ wasn’t just the⁠⁠​ minerals.

Though​​ poisonous, the Knucker‌​ was a spiritual‌ creature. Its core‍‌ would have been​ valuable, as well‌‍ as its scales,‍‍ fangs, claws, and‌⁠ bones.

All⁠‍ of it was‌‌ lost in an⁠‍ instant.

— Kkuung?

“Shut‍⁠‌ up. And don’t⁠⁠ lower your hand.”​‌

Wooden‍‌‍ raised the hand‍‌ he had half-lowered.‍

“…At⁠ least the itarium​​ is intact.”

Fernan‍ had prioritized protecting​⁠‌ the itarium over​‌ the minerals.

‘I’ll⁠ process it and⁠ give it to⁠ Aint, to Luina,​ and to the‍​⁠ others who appear⁠‌‍ in the Book‌ of Prophecies.’

It​‍ would be a lie to say​ it didn’t hurt,‍​ but in investment,⁠⁠ one had to​‍ be bold.

If‌⁠​ that could strengthen⁠ Aint, Luina, or‍​‌ others even a little—it was worth​‍ it.

‘The‍ minerals…’

All‌​‌ the ones exposed‌ were ruined.

Even‌‍​ the adamantium had⁠‍ been damaged—that was⁠​⁠ the scale of‍ the Knucker’s self-destruction,​‌‍ fitting for a spiritual being.

Fernan⁠ sighed. The space⁠‍⁠ was so vast‌⁠‌ that the walls⁠ were covered in‌‌⁠ veins, and what​ he had lost‍ was no small​⁠⁠ amount.

‘Even‍ so, I must‌​ make use of⁠ what’s left. Perhaps​‌‌ my family can​ find a way⁠​​ to use it.’⁠‌‍

Even‍‌ if it was⁠​ just separating the​‍ uncorrupted parts.

He⁠ immediately began mining​ with magic.

Unfortunately,​⁠​ the veins weren’t‍​ very deep.

But⁠⁠ still, Fernan calculated‌⁠‍ that it was⁠‍⁠ enough to make‌​‍ the bell.

At​‌ least he could‌⁠‍ catch his breath.​‌⁠

“Anyway…​‌ what is this‌ place? Even if‍‌ it was the‍‍⁠ First Emperor, how‌ did he manage‌ to gather all‍‌​ this?”

He⁠​​ stored the minerals‌⁠ in his subspace⁠‌‍ and, finally, extracted‌‌ the itarium.

“Hm?”​‍

Beneath‍ it, hidden, was‌ a small chest.⁠⁠

“…What⁠ is this…?”

On⁠ its surface was‍​​ engraved the emblem⁠​ of Saint Bird.​

‘Kallinos‌‌ Armian.’

The‍​⁠ name of the‌⁠⁠ last king of⁠⁠ the Kingdom of⁠ Armian.

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