Flap.
The hem of the suit of the man who had introduced himself as Hartkent fluttered.
I don’t care about the bastard’s na. I hurled the corpse against the wall. The body of the man, reduced to ashes, crumbled away.
[Mobiuns Inc.]
[1F]
Ground floor of headquarters.
After passing the checkpoint, I walked down the hallway.
I could’ve gone straight to the top floor by taking the elevator, but the buttons didn’t respond.
They must have deliberately blocked its operation.
‘Not that it matters.’
Climbing one floor at a ti didn’t seem like a bad idea.
They wouldn’t be able to leave this building anyway.
[Hey, Loki.]
As I was about to go up the stairs at the end of the hallway, Frey flew over.
Freya sprinkled stardust and circled around .
[There’s a basent in Eden. You know that?]
“...Basent?”
[Us fairy-type employees stay there. It’s right here, close by!]
Freya zipped downwards in flight.
With her small fairy hand, she traced a circle in a gap beneath the stairs.
[Haaaah! Fairy Power~!]
Clunk.
On the steel wall that had been sealed off, a side door appeared.
Freya grabbed the doorknob and yanked with force.
[Open sesa~! Heave-ho!]
Inside the tiny door, less than a ter tall, was a swirling black vortex.
I scanned the hole with my eyes. The interior scene of the door unfolded in my mind.
‘Ti and space... are mixed.’
So this sense of discord—that was the cause.
Beyond the door wasn’t a vast space like this city, but various other worlds, torn like puzzle pieces and stitched together.
[It’s the entrance to Fairy Land!]
“Cool na.”
[I heard it when I was going to fairy school. They say a vault full of gems is hidden in there! It’s a rumor, though, so not totally reliable......]
“It’s not a rumor... It’s probably true.”
Power could be felt from inside the hole.
A strangely familiar sensation. I recalled Freya’s explanation that Earth’s money inherently holds interference power. Most likely, Mobius’ internal reserves were hidden in this vault.
Click.
I drew a dagger from the sheath.
It was the last one I had left.
“We’ll split up from here.”
[Yeah. I want to rescue my juniors in Fairy Land too.]
Freya took the dagger from my hand.
“If you need more, just draw on my power as much as you want. We’re connected, so it should be more than possible.
[Loki... what about you?]
“I’ll go upstairs, beat down the directors, and put an end to Tel.”
Freya gulped.
Then she held her palm up to .
I understood what she ant.
“You’re such a goof.”
I ?? Nоvеl??g??т ?? (Continue reading) chuckled and slapped her hand.
High five. Freya smiled as if satisfied.
[Then—Deploying! Here I go!]
Freya darted into the hole.
With that, I... was left alone.
Crack.
I clenched the statue again.
Every ti the sharp edge grazed my palm, my dulled senses ca back.
‘Today...’
I looked out the building window.
The city at dawn shimred with the lights of the nightscape.
‘I’ll finish it before morning cos.’
I dashed up the stairs.
[Mobiuns Inc.]
[2F]
Ratatatatata!
As soon as I stepped onto the second floor, machine gun fire burst out from sowhere.
I swung the dragon-scale blade wide.
[Delta Ranger Lv.99] × 53
Slash!
The whip-blade tore through the concrete pillars, dismantling the heavy machine guns and special forces troops one by one.
It’s all pointless. Even if a whole division ca, not a scratch would land on .
[Mobiuns Inc.]
[5F]
“What the hell is that! I heard he was just a 7-star hero...!”
“Just realizing it now? You guys are expendables.”
“Ugh! Aaaaagh!”
[Mobius Inc.]
[13F]
To kill life.
I was growing numb to it. Like breathing in and out, I felt nothing.
Each floor I ascended, dozens of special units or corporate executives tried to block .
‘...Weak.’
The dragon-scale whip ripped through fragile flesh.
The massive glass wall turned crimson with blood.
[Mobiuis Inc.]
[18F]
I smashed the crown of the head with a hamr.
The humanoid monster’s eyes rolled sideways.
When I smashed down again, it was flattened into a lump of raw, red at.
[Fairy Lab]
[Special Specin XY Lv.217] × 127
About 2 ters tall.
Pitch-black skin packed with grotesquely dense muscles.
Where its face should’ve been was disturbingly flat.
‘Clones of 7-stars, maybe.’
They seed to be copies made using top-tier heroes as the base.
Bodies as hard as steel, moving faster than sound, with punches packing several tons of force. You could call them walking weapons.
Whoosh!
I twisted my neck to the side.
A battering-ram-like fist brushed past my cheek.
Crack!
I caught its fist in my palm.
Twisting left—snap!—the clone’s whole body crumpled like a wrung towel.
Boom!
It was crushed in an instant.
In my hand was a silver hamr. The main weapon used by the executive I t on the 17th floor. For small elite squads like them, a heavy weapon suited better than a whip.
‘Too easy.’
Easy.
No thrill.
I could see right through their movents. Even if they were machines with optimized battle patterns based on countless in-ga missions...
“Why are they so weak?”
I put the hamr away into subspace.
Hundreds of clones lay scattered across the wide hall.
Not a single one retained its form.
“Gods are supposed to... turn back ti, shatter space, stuff like that. But this is all they can do? Breathing fire? Being a bit faster and stronger than others, that’s it?”
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