Case 112: South Zircon Conquest – Confrontation.
Seeing—no, hearing that the entity knows how to converse, I breathe out a sigh of relief. At least, it can teach if I win.
Feeling as though I won't be attacked imdiately, I take a step into the temple's ground. In an instant, a brief chill runs through my body, indicating that I've entered the entity's territory.
''Co out.'' I speak up.
After a short silence, the old door of the temple's building creaks open. Leisurely, a faint silhouette of soone appears, cutting through the faint fog.
The somber-looking man has long black hair tied into a ponytail, an unkempt beard, and strangely hollow eyes. At first glance, so will inevitably mistake him for a ghost—a swordsman ghost since two Katanas are hung on his waist.
However... I can clearly sense his heartbeats, and the blood pumping through his veins doesn't seem fake either.
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Na: Kyomu
Race: Human Title: Fate's Severer
Level: 68
HP: 204/204 MP: 254/254
STR: 7.0 INT: 6.0
AGI: 6.8 STA: 6.6
Skill: [Swordsmanship Lv.10], [Inspect Lv.8],
[Acceleration Lv.8], [Status Condition Nullification Lv.7],
[Physical Nullification Lv.7],
[Super Concentration Lv.7],
[Auto Regeneration Lv.6], [Fixed Hit Lv.6],
[Pain Immunity Lv.5], [Domination Lv.5],
[Inventory Lv.3].
State: Normal.
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He's a human, through and through.
...This guy is ridiculously strong, though. Thinking about confronting soone approaching the level of a grandmaster makes falter.
Moreover, it is the first ti I've seen a proper 'pure' swordsman. I've never encountered [Physical Nullification], [Super Concentration], and [Pain Immunity] either. According to what Chloe told , the latter two are evolved versions of their previous skills.
Still, to think that such an incredible guy is guarding this deserted graveyard...
''Are you done looking at my status screen?''
His rather deep voice snaps out of my trance. Facing his hollow gaze, I gather my courage again.
''Introduction.''
''...?''
''I'm Silaerob, the one ruling West and North Zircon.''
''...Minamoto no Kyomu. A... forr wandering swordsman.''
''Minamoto.''
He looks slightly surprised when I call his family na instead of his given na. I heard they often do that in Japan. It's a good thing I've been educated about this.
Either way.
''Do you have any intention of joining under ?''
A bit puzzled, Kyomu only scratches his chin.
''Why?'' He asks.
''To save the world,'' I reply bluntly. ''I want to gather forces to prevent the end from approaching.''
''How can I believe that?''
Hm? Is he testing ?
''If you are in this godforsaken place, surely you must have noticed sothing, no? From the spirits.''
''...Indeed, it seems you are the real deal.'' Kyomu lightly nods, muttering. ''However, why should I follow soone as weak as you?''
''...''
Prick.
My pride is being hurt.
Right. It seems I've been too arrogant these days. Technically, I am not even considered a master just yet.
However... that does not to say I cannot defeat this man.
''Showing you directly is faster.''
Kyomu moves his right hand slightly, which is rested on his sword's hilt from the beginning, as I reach out into the air. A pitch-black portal appears behind , through which my friends slowly make their exit, one by one.
''Are you so confident in your ability that you would risk facing alone?''
In response to Kyomu's slightly irritated tone, I keep my silence. When I pull out my new sword—the Dark Dawn, the boss of South Zircon also unsheathes his katana.
''...''
''...''
[Blink].
Accompanied by a familiar sense of disconnect, my vision abruptly changes. A sharp tallic sound echoes through the desolate place as the two swords collide. Justifiably, I can't seem to be able to push him back even one bit. The gap in our strength is simply too large.
''Is this all you have got?'' Kyomu taunts.
''Of course not.''
I've not used an ounce of magic just yet, and...
''?!''
Kyomu tries to react to it, but it is too late. Spreading from my blade, the substance linking the outside world to the Backrooms spreads, engulfing both of us.
Logically, there is no reason for to fight in his domain.
Seeing the stoic man surprised at the seemingly endless room, I can't help but feel a little proud.
[Title: 'Queen of West Zircon' equipped]
Since the Backrooms is an auxiliary dinsion, when I place the entrance anywhere in West Zircon, titles such as this one will activate when I'm in it. With this, I should gain sizable chunks of stats.
I know that I can easily defeat this guy by collapsing the walls on him, but sohow, I feel like I shouldn't do it. I want to earn his respect.
''Minamoto no Kyomu.'' I call. ''Do you know what I have that you don't?''
The opponent doesn't reply. Nevertheless, the relaxed stance he had earlier has been replaced by a cautious one, and his hollow eyes gaze only at .
Slowly, I raise my hand in the air as the tension reaches its peak.
''An army.''
snap—!
Following the snap of my fingers, a gate big enough to rival a castle is opened behind . From it, creatures of unknown origin begin to pour out.
Leading the bunch is my usual crew. Each of them silently takes a battle stance, focusing on our opponent.
Mister Slen has his tentacles out, clutching a knife in his hand, while Smiley growls fiercely, his surroundings turning an ominous red. The undead siblings both have pre-cast magic on their palms, and 049 calmly stands with his hands behind his back, directing a colossal dragon reeking of death.
Trailing behind such entities are even more bizarre creatures—the natives of the Backrooms. Small to large entities with different levels of danger, all lining up to expel the 'intruder,'
Of course, one cannot forget the imnse army of Orcinus Nova, who has already positioned themselves in the air.
Compromising the usage of [Teleportation] and [Blink], I gain the opportunity to isolate my opponent and use the strength of numbers on them. Moreover, I have the absolute card—the guaranteed kill thod of crushing them with indestructible walls as well.
If I had been able to catch Valstein, he would have been dead long ago. Alas, he is more proficient at teleporting than , so shoving him inside here is hard.
But for now... I have to seize my victory first.
''I hope you are prepared, Minamoto.''
My pitch-black sword quickly gleams a shade of light blue, and a dense cold is released to the surroundings. Gradually, my soldiers begin to charge up their attacks simultaneously.
For the first ti, I see a mont of reluctance in Kyomu's eyes.
However, with a re deep inhale and exhale, he regains his composure. As it is, his blade exudes a white and... ghostly sort of smoke, one that makes my survival instinct scream almost instantly.
That's dangerous.
By this ti, nurous Backrooms natives have charged toward the man, stalling for Nova's force to cast a more potent barrage of magic. They probably won't last long before this near-grandmaster, so I should be going soon—
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...What just happened?
How did they get wiped out in one swing?!
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