Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck down through the scattering dark clouds.
The massive lightning bolt, spanning several kiloters, brushed past the side of the Anytng we were riding.
[Dinsion 1013 – Valdrak]
We had long left Townia behind.
Having already made multiple dinsional jumps, Iselle and I were now passing through an unnad dinsion.
Perhaps it had been abandoned, as there was no sign of the Waiting Room’s emblematic tower. Out in the field, storms with wind speeds of several hundred ters per second raged ceaselessly, accompanied by lightning. If we hadn’t deployed a barrier over the entire airship, we would have been swept away and crashed.
Rumble!
Amid the gray clouds, pale lightning struck down into the darkness.
I was sitting on a half-broken iron chair on the deck.
“Feels like watching a movie.”
If there were a perfect 3D movie, would it feel like this?
Outside, storms capable of shredding human flesh into pieces were raging, yet on the airship, everything was eerily silent. The Anytng cruised smoothly through the void between dinsions without a single tremor.
Crunch.
I took a biscuit from the pouch on my belt.
Once the war began in earnest, I wouldn’t have the luxury of monts like this. As ergency rations, it wasn’t particularly delicious, but it was enough to keep
from getting bored.
[Loki.]
“What?”
[Are you really okay with this?]
Iselle, sitting on my shoulder, swung her legs back and forth.
[Leaving like this—won’t you regret it? Even if you’re not their Master anymore, those heroes…]
“It would be more annoying if they clung to
with useless sentint. This is for the best.”
If they had tried to stop
with tears, it would have been unbearably frustrating.
No matter how they reacted, they would only be a hindrance to .
“Bringing weaklings along only to have them die? That’d be a pain. If they got taken hostage, that’d be even worse. Going alone is easier.”
[Then what about ?]
“You’re from Server 1. I needed a guide.”
I had no intention of hesitating.
As soon as I reached Server 1, I would head straight for Mobious headquarters.
A swift and decisive strike. I would end this before their influence could spread further.
“Oh, right. I’ve thought of a new na for you.”
[My na?]
“You said you wanted to be real, didn’t you?”
Nisel, Samsel, Tasel, Rosel…
I tried coming up with a few variations, but none of them felt right.
“You also need to get a proper body instead of looking like a half-finished toy.”
[A toy?!]
“Or would you rather stay the sa?”
Iselle pursed her lips.
The fairies belonging to Mobius were all about the size of an adult man’s forearm.
Moreover, they all had the appearance of immature young girls—like miniature humans. It was obvious that Tell had designed them this way on purpose.
“When this battle is over, I’ll get you a nice body. One that you’ll really like. Just bear with it until then—Frey.”
[…Frey.]
“What, you don’t like it? My naming sense isn’t great, so just go with it.”
[No, no, not at all!]
Iselle—no, Frey—muttered the na several tis before shaking her head.
[Frey! It has a nice ring to it! And it goes well with Loki, too!]
“Glad to hear it.”
[It feels a bit strange, but it’s better than Iselle. Yes, my reborn na is… Frey!]
Frey blushed and smiled.
Then she started humming a tune in a high-pitched voice.
I had just picked a na that sounded vaguely familiar, but it seed like the right choice.
‘This one… is quite useful.’
I hadn’t brought her along out of re sympathy.
After the battle in Townia, I had already linked my data with Frey. The fairies’ unique ability for multi-angle, extensive calculations would be a great asset in the coming fights.
To put it in comparison, it was like upgrading from a single-core to a dual-core processor.
[Just leave it to ! I’ll handle everything!]
Frey laughed loudly—
Then suddenly, with an anxious expression, she looked at
carefully.
[So, you won’t abandon , right?]
“Of course not.”
Thunk!
A heavy vibration ran through the airship.
It was the signal of a dinsional jump. We had already crossed into another dinsion.
“Not much farther now.”
Less than an hour remained until we reached the boundary of Server 1.
I pulled my wolf-fur cloak around . Maybe I should take a nap. Rest like this would soon beco impossible. I had no idea how many battles lay ahead, so I needed to…
[Loki.]
Frey spoke in a low voice.
I got up from my chair.
“Looks like I won’t get any rest.”
Beyond the horizon, an uncountable number of black dots were approaching.
Woooooooong.
Even from here, I could hear it—
The noise of countless airships burning fuel.
“How many?”
[82 large-class, 113 mid-class, 155 small-class.]
Exactly 350.
I stood up from my seat.
“They’re not from Mobius.”
At first glance, they seed like one unified force, but their airships, equipnt, and formations were all different.
It wasn’t hard to tell.
I had seen forces like this before.
Up in the sky, enormous holographic letters appeared.
[The opponent Master players will face this ti is the strongest and worst enemy in history—unprecedented and unparalleled!]
[The rogue Master, Loki, is attempting to overthrow the server using exploits and cheats! Show the power of the United Masters! Mobius stands with you!]
I clicked my tongue.
“They sure love recycling this nonsense.”
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