Book 16 Chapter 17
The strongest black sorcerer group in history!
Clash, Chilhon (8)
“Hahahahaha…”
I was put into underground labor.
It was insanely hot, to the point where the shoes I was given as work gear were squelching and melting.
The rock surface was rippling red, making me think that lava might erupt at any moment.
“Kyukyukyu…”
If Sval hadn't emitted cold air from its body, I might have died from heatstroke.
It has to do at least this much.
Otherwise, it's just too useless.
“Hahahahahahahahaha…!”
In that situation, striking the rock with a pickaxe was an insanely difficult task, but I laughed.
I just, laughed.
As the [Strongest Magician], the idea that the plan went awry must not exist. I must give off the impression that this, too, is all according to plan.
“It's so hot that you must not be in your right mind. Ease up and just pretend to work. I'll do the digging.”
Some old geezer said.
His body was quite burly, and his face seemed familiar, but it was our first meeting.
“Hahahahaha…”
I literally just pretended to strike with the pickaxe and kept laughing.
“Even in this situation, you're bravely smiling. Looking at you reminds me of my daughter who left, saying she would become a great queen. Forgive me. All of this is my fault.”
Just then, a few small fries came over, snickering, and lashed the old geezer's back with a whip!
“Why is the King so talkative? Just dig the ground properly. Keke!”
“Kkeok!”
“I bet on when you'd die, but you really won't die. You cockroach old man, what about my gold coins I lost because of you!”
“Kraak!”
“A king who once ruled a nation digging the ground like a slave here, Kyahahahaha!”
The old man, bleeding from the whip, looked at me, smiled as if to show off, and gave a thumbs up. I was enraged by that situation.
This is a situation I desperately want to experience, but that old geezer is enjoying it as if it's his due, so why isn't it happening to me?
They say opportunity comes to those who strive. Is it possible that I'm not trying hard enough right now? I need to be a little more proactive.
“What are you doing right now?”
“What?”
“You should hit me, why are you hitting that old man? I'm the one who's been continuously laughing, asking to be hit, since earlier, are you deaf or something?”
“Has this brat gone crazy?”
“Argh, you really don't understand what I'm saying! If you're going to hit someone, hit me! And say the same lines as before! I'm earnestly requesting it!”
“You crazy bastard, if dying is what you wish for, I'll just kill you right here, right now!”
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming!
But once again, the whip, after swirling through the air, struck the old geezer again instead of me.
The old geezer blocked my front and took that attack instead.
“You scoundrels, have you even abandoned your last shred of humanity? Hit me! This child is innocent!”
Is this old geezer trying to compete with me right now? Why is he wantonly trampling on my efforts?
“Get out of the way, old man, if you don't want to die!”
That was the line I was going to say, but this small fry stole it again. This guy seemed eager to achieve his [Small Fry Bucket List].
“I cannot move! Everyone here is my subject! A king is the father of all subjects!”
What passion!
Is it possible that this old geezer also has this situation listed on his [King's Bucket List]?
If so, I absolutely cannot lose. I stepped forward in front of the old geezer and shouted.
“I'm telling you, hit me!”
“Alright, I'll kill you first!”
“No, hit me!”
“Fine, I'll kill you first!”
“Hit me, please!”
“Argh, just one of you come forward for now!”
“I have already received all your loyalty towards the king! Stop it! Minions of the Black Church, please hit me!”
Thus, in that insane competition to fulfill our bucket lists, we had approached right in front of the small fry. The small fry needs to move aside so I can go forward; I wish he'd read the room and step back a bit.
“Ha, hahahaha! You must have thought I was a pushover, didn't you? You crazy old geezer and you little brat! I'll kill both of you nicely!”
The small fry stepped back to swing the whip.
As the whip arced through the sky, and the old geezer couldn't step in front of me, it was finally the moment my dream was about to come true.
Just then, suddenly the ceiling shook and dust poured down… and cracks caused by a burst of light spread dazzlingly across the entire ceiling, and it began to collapse.
“Lynn-----!”
And piercing through that wave of light, what rapidly descended was…
Eh, why.
…A being that should absolutely not be here right now. These words burst out of my mouth.
“No, why are you coming out from there?”
And of all times, now?
At this crucial moment?