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Sunlight shone upon all things.
But only on the island where Allen stood.
He was looking up at the sky.
In his line of sight, he could see the scorching midday sun and a clean, blue sky through the area where the Divine Strike Art's mana vortex had cleared.
But...
It was only limited to the area that the Divine Strike Art's mana vortex had dispersed.
A window had been opened in the sky. The sunlight was bright, but outside this window, the rest of the 'house' was dark.
At the edge of the 'window' created by the Divine Strike Art, dark clouds still lingered. Fine, dense lightning flashed within them. In Allen's eyes, they were slowly and stubbornly trying to reclaim the space they once occupied.
"The Divine Strike Art is effective against dark clouds. This 'composite dungeon' is indeed not so simple."
The Divine Strike Art's effectiveness against ghost-type monsters was a given. But its effectiveness against dark clouds was very intriguing. And the fact that it only created a hole, while the surrounding clouds didn't disperse, verified many of his assumptions.
One: The 'Archipelago' dungeon cluster has indeed been fused into a single 'composite dungeon,' and the storm at sea is caused by the mana turbulence within this composite dungeon.
Two: The source of the mana turbulence at sea is the 'composite dungeon' of the entire 'Archipelago' dungeon cluster, and the area covered by this dungeon is the area of the storm at sea.
Three: The Divine Strike Art's ability to disperse the dark clouds of the storm, which are essentially chaotic mana, means that the mana of this chaos is essentially of the ghost-type.
Allen narrowed his eyes, looking at the sky to the south. From this position, he couldn't see the red-glowing 'Main Island.'
But that was the core of the dungeon.
Someone beside him responded.
"That's right."
Allen turned to look at the bald North Saint who was standing respectfully beside him. Ever since the bone blades attacked, he had maintained a formation befitting a warrior protecting a mage, standing to his front-right.
His posture was very humble.
"You're very calm."
The North Saint was silent for a moment, then spoke.
"Merna's barrier spell must be maintained, or we will all die. As for the bread..."
He said through gritted teeth.
"That was mine to begin with. My physical endurance is better than theirs."
Allen nodded. "It's pointless to discuss that. Do you want to go to the 'Main Island'?"
The North Saint was stunned. He cautiously looked at Allen's expression. After a long moment, he said in a muffled voice.
"No. I want to go back to the mainland! This outer island is already so dangerous. We can't possibly go to the 'Main Island.' I'm an adventurer, not a lunatic!"
Allen tilted his head to look at him. Sweat streamed down the latter's forehead.
After a long moment, Allen nodded.
"Then we should get along. I also want to go back to the mainland, and I want to go back as soon as possible."
The North Saint let out a long sigh of relief. He then heard Allen continue.
"Based on your experience, the area of this dungeon has expanded. But will the entrance and exit restrictions of each level's teleportation magic circle prevent us from returning to the mainland by sea?"
The North Saint looked at Allen in surprise. "Impossible. The Archipelago itself has no sea dungeons. Although the mana has been in chaos for two months, it's not enough to form a new dungeon. So there's no such restriction. As long as we find the right direction, we can set sail."
Allen nodded. "Good. Let's fix the boat."
The North Saint was stunned. He looked at the clouds that surrounded the entire island, and hesitated for a moment. It seemed he was trying to decide whether to stay on the island and survive, betting that the mana chaos would only weaken, not strengthen. Or to take advantage of the lack of variables to repair the boat and set sail through the storm to the mainland.
After a moment, he said.
"Alright! But judging by the number of Specters, there must be a mana vortex that continuously produces monsters. Have you seen it? It's a hot, round, fire-like thing."
"I've seen it." Allen was so familiar with it that he could sleep in it.
The North Saint carefully looked at his face, then at his clothes, which were tattered but, from the knitting density and material, were clearly expensive. He bowed slightly.
"I haven't seen a powerful spellsword like you in a long, long time. If you were an adventurer, I would have surely heard of you. I can see that you're not very familiar with 'dungeons.' You must have been a victim of the storm at sea. Repairing a boat... that will require a lot of manpower..."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No! No!! I'm just saying we can help!! But you will need to provide a little assistance. Find the source of the mana and destroy the mana vortex. Or just help us drive away the monsters. That way, the adventurers can also go out to sea to fish. If they have the stamina to work, the boat will be repaired faster."
Allen quietly looked at the North Saint, who was frantically trying to explain himself.
"Are you sure your proposal is feasible?"
The North Saint's expression instantly turned from urgency to stiffness, and then to impassiveness.
The chaotic noise around him continuously pierced his ears, making his expression grow even grimmer.
At some point, the adventurers had formed a circle around them, crying, laughing, kneeling, dancing, and singing.
"Wuu wuu wuu, we're saved..."
"God! God has come to save us!!"
"We're safe!! I'm going home!!!"
"La la la ah Asura's land is full of bread"
Not a single one of them was sane.
The North Saint took a deep breath.
"They still need time to calm down. Everyone has been driven mad by these three months. They've been holding on with their last breath, just trying to 'survive.' Now that you've helped them, that string has suddenly snapped, so they look a little..."
"Os, Boss! Why are you just talking to God? He's not even looking at you. What are you doing? Come! Look at the sky! Look! Look! The sun is out!!! Hahahaha!!!" An adventurer suddenly shot out, grabbed Os's hand, and pointed at the sun in the sky, laughing wildly.
He was kicked to the ground by Os. He struggled to his feet and continued speaking to Allen.
"The string has snapped, and everyone is a little crazy..."
Allen nodded, fully agreeing. "Re-string it."
Clang!! Os, the North Saint, suddenly drew the sword from his waist. He swung his arm and roared furiously. His voice, amplified by battle aura, covered the clamor on the entire hilltop.
"Shut up!!!!"
The crowd froze. Under the inertia of Os's command for the past two months, they all looked at him.
—Os pointed the tip of his blade at the gloomy sea and the storm in the distance. He roared.
"All of you, wake up, damn it! Open your eyes and look! The mana is still in chaos!! The most urgent thing now is not to go crazy here! Go crazy on the mainland, damn it!!"
In the distance, Leuf, hearing this, changed his expression and walked over in a hurry. Merna, who was beside him, also walked over with Leuf, her eyes shining as she looked at Allen.
She had wanted to come over here for a long time, but she couldn't find a good opportunity.
As for Klem... well... the guy was still lying on the ground.
Trying to 'wake up' from this absurd dream by falling asleep in it.
The adventurers nearby were completely sobered up by this roar. They all looked at the distant dark clouds in astonishment, their expressions turning to dismay.
"What do we do?" "The clouds haven't dispersed, the storm hasn't left?"
"But the clouds over this island have been dispersed. We can go catch some fish to eat!" "We need to fix the boat first!"
"Damn it, you don't have the strength to fix a basket!" "Are the monsters all dead?" "I think so?"
"God... no, that lord... let's ask him for help..." "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. You go."
"You go!" "You go!" "You go!" "His face is terrifying, you go!"
The North Saint coughed, clearing his throat. He turned to look at Allen, his expression very sincere. "The string, for the most part, is fixed. So... we'd appreciate your help."
Allen looked at the adventurers around him, then hummed. He put his right hand on his left wrist.
"Go catch some fish. Fill your stomachs first."
The North Saint looked at Allen's eyes, his expression a little confused. "Huh? But the monsters... um..."
Soon, he saw Allen's gesture of holding his wrist as if he was in pain, and he immediately reacted. He suddenly drew the sword that he had just sheathed.
Clang!
His expression was excited. He didn't know if he was acting, or if it was his genuine feelings, but his words were incredibly earnest.
"My apologies! I was too hasty! I'll go myself! No matter how many monsters there are along the way! I will bring back some food for you to eat so you can recover your stamina and mana! A Divine Strike Art of your rank must consume a lot of mana and stamina, right? I was inconsiderate."
"Hey! Livius, go get my fishing net!!"
It was completely different from his previous actions towards Merna.
Merna, who had just arrived beside them, stopped. Her face showed a mix of complex emotions: hurt, anger, defiance, and fear. She took a deep breath and stood behind Allen.
She had wanted to come to this side for a long time, but she couldn't find a good opportunity.
As for Klem... well... the guy was still lying on the ground.
Hoping to wake up from this absurd dream by sleeping in it.
The North Saint, who was standing at the entrance, looked at Allen with a confused expression.
"That's... why?"
Allen's right hand was still on his left wrist. He turned to look at him. The latter stared back at him with wide eyes.
A puff of smoke floated between them.
[Detected that you are making physical contact with Allen Boreas. Within the last minute, a Divine Strike Art was performed by Allen Boreas.]
[You have passed the 'cycle of life's' trial and selection. The magic tattoo system's permissions are fully open and its name has been changed.]
[Healing Magic Carving System—'Cycle of Life Magic' Brand Reutilization System.]
[The 'Cycle of Life' magic brand, carved into your body using the nascent Dragon Saint battle aura core provided by Orsted, can be reused to bypass the construction process of a spell. Spell range: The four types of spells under the 'Cycle of Life' magic system: Healing Magic; Detox Magic; Barrier Magic; Divine Strike Magic.]
[You can, through physical contact, carve a miniature magic circle. Requirement: The spell must have been cast by the target within the last minute. The target's spell fluctuations will be copied and solidified into the brand as a miniature magic circle. After activation, the spell can be cast without a chant until your mana is depleted.]
[Retrieval successful. Magic circle activated—Emperor-rank Divine Strike Art—Divine Descent.]
[Note: Your body has been tempered by the mana of the cycle of life magic. Your affinity for the four spells of the healing magic system is extremely high.]
The mana fluctuations of the Divine Strike Art flowed like ripples. They seeped out of his palm, and through his wrist, they entered his body again. They circled his arm and returned to his abdomen, where they carved a new magic tattoo on the nascent Dragon Saint battle aura core.
No, to be precise.
A new miniature magic circle.
Because of his high mana affinity, Allen could 'see' it more clearly this time. The miniature magic circle was distinct. It was very small and intricately carved into the nascent Dragon Saint battle aura core, forming a lightning bolt that shone with a golden light.
The magic tattoo system, which could only be activated in his body.
Was it not a form of chantless casting?
And by bypassing the process of spell construction, it was naturally faster than chantless casting, which still required adjusting the shape, size, and speed of the spell in his mind before releasing it.
It was even faster.
The smoke dissipated. Allen finally looked into Os's eyes.
"Because the chant for the Divine Strike Art is too long and awkward to say. Most importantly, I don't like 'gods'."
"Huh?"
As he spoke, Allen raised his arm and pointed to the mountain below.
"Look, there, isn't that the 'hot, round, fire-like' mana vortex you spoke of?"
Os instinctively followed Allen's finger and looked down the mountain. A look of clear horror appeared on his face.
Thanks to the good view from the hilltop and the clear sky, a brown circular crater was so obvious in the middle of the northwest mountainside.
The crater was a 'coordinate' that Allen had personally created.
In the crater, the hot, round fire was very far away. It burned against the yellow earth, and in his eyes, it was no bigger than a fingernail. But Os, the North Saint, could see it very clearly. He could even see that...
...three freshly born Specters were climbing out of it. They were already looking up at him.
And this scene was also seen by all the adventurers present. Even those with poor eyesight, who couldn't see as clearly as Os, saw the obvious red of the mana vortex and the dark shadows of the Specter monsters.
They had been told that the dream was over.
So.
The dream was over.
The next instant! Under everyone's gaze, a flash of light abruptly appeared in their eyes, turning the color of their eyes white! It stretched out like a long silk sash! A brilliant golden arc of electricity descended, instantly engulfing the entire brown crater!
It was gone in a flash!
The light disappeared.
The crater was still brown. The earth was still turned over. But the dark and crimson colors were gone.
The mana vortex was destroyed by a Divine Strike Art.
Crackling, crackling!! The sound of thunder finally reached everyone's ears.
They all turned to look at Allen in a daze.
No, to be precise, they were looking at his raised finger.
In their line of sight, a circle of dense electric arcs jumped around Allen's left index finger. Then, with a gust of wind from the hilltop, it vanished.
The dream was over.
What they saw.
Was reality.
Who was dreaming?
Klem, who had just gotten up from the ground, scratched his head. He looked at the scene and burst out laughing.
"Haha! This time he didn't fall from the sky! But it's chantless casting! I'm crazy! I'm crazy! I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming!! Haha!!"
Thump, he lay back down in a puddle.
He closed his eyes.
And went to sleep.
The sun shone on his face.
Peaceful.
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