Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 411

Chapter. 18. Railed (15)

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Crackling –

[Soulmancer Gildera. Can you hear me well? Can you answer?]

“Wow! “Suddenly there was a sound of words…!”

[It looks like there is no magic suppressing device. Don’t make a fuss. I’m sure he said I would contact him through magic.]

Deep night. The soul mage’s dark voice could be heard amidst the sounds of railship engineers busily maintaining the ship.

[I confirmed that I was safely seated among the train drivers. What did you do with the catalyst? Did you take it out of your pocket?]

“W I hid it in the place where the train people said was Voltaeus’ seat… deep in a small drawer next to the bed, as promised, I took it out of my pocket….”

[Hmm. [It’s a drawer next to the bed…]

The conversation stopped for a moment, and then voices that sounded like several people discussing were heard over the magical communication network. The tone was mostly positive, with a hint of concern mixed in.

[Maybe someone caught you?]

“Yes. I don’t know what happened, but everyone suddenly got busy and the train was empty…”

[Hoooh. Have you suddenly become busy? Railship people?]

“Yes.”

[Naelda, what is that elf doing?]

“Uh… something was closing an engine that was wide open.”

[What is the condition of a tender vehicle?]

“What is a tender vehicle?”

[Such useless-!]

The soul mage’s tense swearing. Someone’s voice stopped him and Gilder’s voice seemed to have caught his breath.

[….no. If you can see the engine, it must be the head compartment. There will be a train compartment right behind the head compartment, adjacent to the horsepower engine. A train car with no aisles and the whole car is like a large barrel.]

“Oh, I know that.”

[okay. Go up and tap on the wall with your hand. What kind of sound does it make?]

Thump-thump-

“Uh… the sound of hitting a slightly dull iron plate.”

[….I filled it with water. Preparing to leave.]

[It seems the shallow elf noticed something…]

“I didn’t say anything! really!”

[Don’t panic. Train guys are naturally quick-witted. There are people I know in every city. Seeing that we left you alone while preparing to run away, we still don’t know the specifics of what our plan is.]

“What should we do now? “Can I… run away?”

[No, if you disappear there, the suspicious elf might notice something. Move naturally. Naturally at best. Like a boy who doesn’t have much time left to leave the city.]

[If you need anything else, please contact me.]

Jijijik –

The communication ended after saying only what I had to say, leaving the anxious boy alone.

….Eup Eup!

“You can breathe now.”

“Puh-haa!”

“Whoa!”

While the communication between the soul mage and I continued, the engineers who had gathered around finally let out the breath they had been holding.

“what? “Are you going to kill us all?”

“They say Brastol’s strike force is coming?”

“Uh… I think we’ll stick to the method of targeting Volteus first.”

“So… that means he’s alive for now.”

“Shit! My heart hurts and I’m dying! Can’t I just quietly leave? “Why are you telling us that we’re trying to run away?”

Why?

“Well, there’s no way all the people of Brastol are idiots.”

They’re doing it to escape as safely as possible.

It goes without saying, but the basics of strategy are not to treat your opponent like a fool.

Because most things in the world don’t go the way I want, rather than the things that go the way I want, right?

‘This city is the territory of the Brastall family.’

The rail ship originally entered this city as a target for the Brastall family, so there must be someone watching its movements.

They are moving secretly to deceive us, and if something unexpected happens, we first say, ‘Something is wrong!’ And there is ample possibility of movement.

‘Just today, when I was supposed to be resting, I turned the engine on full speed and started maintenance, saying it was an emergency maintenance.’

Are you watching your prey when they suddenly do something unplanned? uh? what?

It is natural for Brastol to be anxious due to lack of information.

So I spilled it on purpose.

We’re getting ready to throw.

“Dwarf guys! You heard it before! It’s all planned out! Naelda and Voltaeus also gave permission, saying they had a point!”

“So what else is there? One side notices and comes to stop us from escaping, and the other side alerts us and they come to stop us! “In fact, the latter is faster!”

“Of course, isn’t that the enemy’s attitude toward us?”

“mental attitude?”

“How do you use that? Does that block magical bullets?”

“Ah, these stone-like people! “Why don’t you know this!”

I explained this plan to the dwarves, who asked me again and again what I understood, not only from humans but also from elf beastmen, thinking it was the last time.

To sum it up, we plan to escape and make Barstall feel like ‘everything is in our hands’.

That’s what it means to be a person who makes plans behind the scenes. You feel so relaxed when things are happening right before your eyes, but if there’s something you can’t see, it feels like you’re sitting on a thorn cushion, right?

“No matter how we hide and escape without being detected, in the end there is only one way out, the railroad tracks, so the moment we run out of the city, the chase begins, right?”

“yes.”

“However, if the other side already knew about the rail ship’s escape plan and had a strong grip on the spirit magic that was well underway as a countermeasure, they would look at us leaving the city and say, ‘Stupid engineers. ‘Try your best to run away.’ “Don’t you think so?”

“Uh… I see?”

Be prepared to chase, but it won’t be as urgent as when the railship suddenly escapes.

There is a Prakchi (Professor) inside the rail ship who delivers internal information in real time, and preparations for Volteus are prepared without any problems.

Differences in how others treat us. I became desperate and thought, ‘If you miss it, it’s over! ‘I took the damage and collided head-on!’ ‘It’s still in our hands. Squeeze it slowly and capture it.’ The level of urgency is bound to be completely different.

Now, what if the soul art that was in charge of their leisure time fails? What if the internal agent (me) who is supposed to take care of the problem also stops listening?

When that time comes, it’s time to say, ‘Oh, now, catch it! Catch that bastard!!!’ I will do it.

However, unlike when the rail ship sneaks away and gets caught near the castle gate, by the time everything is revealed, we have crossed the soft ground with the magic train accelerating as its acceleration increases.

“Do you understand?”

“Uh… huh?”

You don’t know.

“It’s a similar tactic to a scammer. You know what? “You put three cups, put a ball in one of them, then shuffle the cups to find the one with the ball in it.”

“You know that.”

“This is the same thing. The opponent eagerly follows the cup with his eyes and says, ‘I know the ball is here!’ You may think so, but the ball has already been put under the table for a long time. A way to convince the other person and use that confidence to deceive. This is a method that has been widely used in various war histories…”

“Uh… huh?”

okay.

Even if I tell you this, you still don’t know.

I gave up explaining as the dwarves seemed dazed the longer I spoke.

“We deceived them.”

“oh!”

“That’s how it happens!”

“You should have said that a long time ago! “You humans talk too long!”

….I guess they’re a race that has a story about the birth of a stone block.

I sighed as I watched the dwarves go to work with satisfied faces.

For now, this is all I can do in this situation.

Because right now, I have the body of a nine-year-old boy who only has talent.

It was difficult to use the magic bullet firearm used on the train as an anti-mute weapon with this body. Even when I hit Gary at the lowest power without thinking, I was thrown farther than Gary because of the recoil.

A body that cannot participate in battle. Even though I thought about the future, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated…

‘So I have to move harder.’

As such, we had to move more thoroughly to prevent battles and block variables.

‘The drivers are moving well on their own. Maintenance is so attached to the train that every second is a waste, so there is no need or time to move anything separately. then. What’s left is….’

There is one variable that remains between enemies and allies.

“No matter what I do with the visible soul mage or the Brastol family, this side… what should I do if something goes wrong?”

Since I didn’t have the ability right now, there were times when I had no choice but to just hope that things would go well.

For example… our fragment knight, who was placed in the tail compartment far away from the soul mage’s catalyst.

“Ah, Lord Voltaeus? Can you hear me?”

[You don’t have to say it that loudly to hear it.]

I let out a nervous sigh as I heard a calm voice coming from the other end of the receiver.

“I want to ask you something about the Brastol family. Can I come visit you for a moment? I left the catalyst in Voltaeus’ bedroom.”

[….Of course.]

Volteus had a calm, low voice as usual.

A calm and static Shard Knight. From what I’ve observed so far, he’s a pretty good person.

“…I hope it’s not the worst case scenario.”

I took heavy steps, remembering the questions I had prepared for him.

In the worst case, it could be concluded that Shard Knight Volteus has already become a Mutation Lord.

In that case, the chances that I, the person who asked the question, would come out alive were close to zero.

In the first place, if Voltaeus was my partner, it was as if I, who was stuck on the rail ship, had no future or nothing.

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Shake! Shake!

“Lift up! Lift up!”

“Hwaap!”

Slam!

We arrived at the place after passing the people who were maintaining the train with all kinds of tools and the engineer who was putting an ignorant-looking arcane shooter about 1 meter long on the train rack.

Tail compartment. Located at the back of the one-room cabin, it was a tight, closed space where criminals or cargo with explosive hazards were stored.

The space where Volteus, who became a target of the soul magician thanks to his ability to block not only physical defense but also various magical attacks, decided to stay.

Click. Click.

Voltaeus was sitting there, away from the commotion, assembling a large arcane shooter that appeared to be his.

“Are you here?”

“yes. “I have something to ask you.”

Click. click.

A dark solitary cell with the only lighting being the blue magical light from a dedicated cartridge. In such an atmosphere, even Volteus’ calm voice sounded somewhat gloomy.

Well, don’t be scared.

‘This is a gamble.’

A situation where there is no power to control variables. The person who is the center of the plan and the center of both sides.

Even though the question itself is like a knife to my throat, I need to know it to be able to plan for the future.

Voltaeus. Our Shard Knight.

“Fragments of the Rod. “Where did the fragments of the subjugated Mute Lord ‘Kool Pag’ go?”

Are you truly an ally?

What kind of person should Volteus be considered before he was a railship engineer?

In the dim lighting, Voltheus raised his eyes, where a light different from the magical light flickered.

The sight of him standing up with his gun in the dark gave the impression of a crouching beast slowly rising.

His mouth opens and his hands move together.

“…Before that, let me ask you something too.”

Slam!

The shooter is lifted up, revealing all its complex details, as if it has been assembled.

Cards!

Crack, cluck!

Colored and transparent crystals grew from Volteus’s shoulders, covering his arms and connecting them to the gigantic weapon.

The essence of the Shard Knight. The colored fragments that covet memories reveal the power paid in return.

“Professor Brastol. Who the hell are you.”

click.

The moment the muzzle of the weapon integrated with the arm touches the forehead,

wow!

As if waking up from sleep, the activated weapon began to emit light.

The heavy blue magic light of the cartridge and the orange light emitted by the colored fragments of Volteus were intertwined in the growing crystal, illuminating the tail compartment.

The name ‘Sculpture of Dawn’ is apt for its appearance, which resembles a horizon cutting through the dark sky, and the sense of crystallized armor that feels awkwardly familiar.

“….no.”

“What are you?”

Volteus calmly unleashes his murderous intent.

Voltaeus felt the fully activated fragment and his custom-built weapon vibrate.

When I first met the boy, I thought it was just a reaction caused by his unwell condition.

When we met again, I thought the boy’s talent was incredibly exceptional.

So I brought it. To make a Shard Knight.

I want to lead a boy who is tainted by evil in a similar environment with a talent that is incomparable to that of a wizard.

However. Isn’t this reaction something that can only be dismissed as talent?

A fragment that has already decided on an owner becomes activated just by coming in contact with another person.

Ugh –

as far as he knew, there had never been a report anywhere of a being capable of something like this.

…among humans.

Volteus could now clearly see the source of the subtle evil he felt in the nine-year-old boy.

“I will ask. “Mute.”

“Eh…. Yes? “What what?”

“Who sent it? Creeping Thebeus? Autumn of the great heavens? Or… are you from the mainland? To retrieve the fragments of the rod?”

“Hey, I came here expecting a lot of answers, but this is really what the party is talking about…”

“Maintenance will be completed in two hours. The reason we called for 20 hours is to interrogate someone suspicious for the remaining 18 hours. “I expected that he would take advantage of the time I was away and come visit me.”

Crackle!

Sharp crystals growing from the tip of the gun began to grow toward my pupils.

“The talent to activate other people’s fragments is a rare talent, even among Lords. Are you a direct descendant of Rod? So, wouldn’t it be enough to kill just an eyeball or two or a few fingers?”

“Oooh wow! Now wait a minute! Let me talk! “I’ll talk about anything, so please-!!!”

Voltaeus looked down coldly at the boy who was raising his hands. Because a boy of only nine years old did not cry even though he did this.

‘As expected, it’s suspicious.’

Volteus tightened his guard against the boy. He kept his finger on the trigger so that he could pull it if the situation arises.

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