novel[? Round] Invisible Dragon
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According to the explanation of the science magazine I read just before I was kidnapped from Earth to the Fantasy World, dark matter was a substance that could only be recognized by gravity. Now, after about five years of Earth time, something more may have been discovered, but the only thing I could use was the knowledge I had until five years ago. There were three pieces of information about dark matter that I knew.
1) It is not observable with electromagnetic waves.
2) It makes up roughly 30% of the universe.
3) It reacts to Mollan's technique!
Circle number 3 with a red colored pencil or underline it with a highlighter! It's very important.
Wizards can feel and see Mana, which is an essential source of magic. Likewise, those called masters of martial arts say that they can sense their opponent's next move. In other words, anything could be explained by sight. According to the science magazine, Earth's scientists hadn't yet figured out whether dark matter consisted of particles or waves, despite its abundance in the universe.
But the great being was different.
"Respect to the great Master Mollan."
Unfortunately, I can't stay under the shadow of my master forever. Just because Master Mollan can see dark matter doesn't mean that I, his disciple, can also simply see it. It was necessary to take a different approach. It had been about a year since I was summoned to the Festival Continent.
I developed my method after countless trials and errors. As a righteous hero who loved humanity, I would like to distribute this groundbreaking combat technique I discovered for free, but I'm afraid the theory was too vague to be expressed in words. I stamped my right foot lightly in place.
Kwazzzk-!
There was a puzzle-like crack through the floor that was ten times harder than the wall. I couldn't destroy it at once like the Demon King Pedonar. However, it was also only for a moment. The cracks caused by the slight twisting of the space crushed the solid walls.
Rumbling...
Was this what the 3D live version of the classic game Tetris would look like? As I drew a circle around the foot I stomped with, a fairly large area of the floor divided into small fragments and fell one by one. First, it destroyed the fourth floor and descended to the third.
"Ugh?!"
"The ceiling again?!"
"Oh! Damn it!"
The humans who happened to be down there screamed. But that was only for a moment. As soon as I touched them with my outstretched right hand, they twisted, convulsed, and fell like wooden dolls.
Thump, thump...
They didn't die. People don't die from their endocrine glands being stimulated externally, which confused them as their hormonal balance was upset. However, it could result in serious injury.
"It's become too simple..."
It was bittersweet because it felt like I had witnessed the end of analog. The finesse of the hand that directly touched their backbone was excellent. Just like when craftsmen and household industries collapsed due to the emergence of factories that mass-produced with just a press of a button, it had now reached a point where going 'Tap!' alone produced more effective results.
After a moment of disappointment in the nostalgia of the past, I noticed that my score had gone down slightly, and I felt better. I liked the power of this new technique.
"Number 1! You can no longer run rampant!"
"I have been waiting for you to come out of the dorm!"
"I'm not who I used to be. You won't beat us easily!
"The reason I have been fighting all this time is for this moment!"
The graduates who heard the commotion rushed in. The dormitory hallways, wide enough for ten people to stand side by side, were filled with no space to walk. They all came together with one mind and one accord to meet me.
I was so touched. I also decided to repay them for their support.
Pop-!
I summoned the Holy Sword Nucleon and held it in my left hand. The cutting power alone was excellent! It would cut open their waists like ripened fruit. In the meantime, the opponents didn't just stay still. The various magics that crossed the graduates' heads flew in, aiming at me.
It was also difficult to avoid. The siege of the graduates, who filled even the windows thoroughly, was thick, and those specialized in close combat wouldn't let me go.
It was pretty strong.
Slash, slash- Klang!
It was blocked right after three or four people were cut down with the Holy Sword Nucleon. I didn't know the name of the person who blocked it, but the name tag was flashing with a rainbow light like mine.
"Number 1. If you believed that you would be the only S-Class forever, you're greatly mistaken."
A man with narrow eyes, cunning like a snake, spoke to me with a sly look. A black coat with black hair and black eyes. He was a friend who was unified in black, and it was unique in that he blocked the Holy Sword Nucleon by crossing his dual swords.
However...
"So what?"
He only blocked me once.
"Huh...? What?!"
Klang-!
I spent one Level of experience and amplified it, then pushed back the twin swords of the S-Class graduate with pure power and slashed vertically from his head to his groin. If I had more time, I would have given him a proper education by fighting without wasting my experience, but there were many friends around him waiting for their turn.
And it wasn't a loss. So if I invest 1 Level and recover 10 Levels, wasn't that a profitable business?
"I'm supposed to be the strongest! This is a scam- Kegh?!"
"Everyone! Come together and fight him together- Kugh?!"
"Why is the guy who stayed in his room for a year so strong!"
"Let's see! Ugh?! I'll see you next time- Kugh!"
The siege of the graduates, who had only believed in their overwhelming number, collapsed in an instant. Still, a few escaped or surrendered. It was because they knew from experience or rumor that this fair hero would follow them to the end and kill them unconditionally. I like my debt to be clean, after all.
Even when I borrowed money from a friend in middle and high school, I paid it back the next day, even if I got hit by my mother's tennis racket. Likewise, whenever I held debt, I kept thinking of it all day, like putting a leaden lump above my head. But, of course, I couldn't stay lost in thought while fighting. The magic that flew from all directions was blocked by the spirits attached to my body, but I had no choice but to get hit by the blades and arrowheads that didn't fall under the five spirits' power.
Even bullets!
The power of despicable friendship was certainly enormous. After all, I, a normal person, was hurt by the attack of these incompetent and lazy social misfits.
"Tsk. It's the limit of analog."
It was impossible to win by using only the Holy Sword Nucleon. If I summoned my main spirits, it was not impossible to reduce the number and win an overwhelming victory, but the problem was that my spirits were from the aliens who invaded Earth. What if I summoned the spirits here?
I could also be misunderstood as one of the aliens. But, of course, I don't mind anyway. So what if the ants misunderstood? However, the spirits were sealed because of the slight possibility that they could harm their parents the same way as those who gave birth to the traitor of humanity.
That wasn't the only reason I was pushed. The average competence of graduates had certainly increased. A year ago, I was able to wipe them out with just the Holy Sword Nucleon and the wings of a righteous hero, but now there were quite a few S-Classes that held onto my ankles, and the battle had become quite cumbersome. It meant that they also had grown up during that year.
But it was the same for me.
"Well then. Shall I start by reducing them by half first?"
I raised the middle finger and thumb of my right hand and flicked them.
Snap!
"Kuaaragh?!"
"Aargh-?!"
The graduates exposed to the wave that I spread by snapping my fingers stumbled. And their bodies fell, starting from the weakest ones. The principle was the same as before. It shook the body's delicate biorhythm and destroyed their brain cells. It was a phenomenon created by the distortion of tiny spaces invisible to the naked eye, but that alone had a significant effect.
That was the key to my new technique, giving microscopic twists that were invisible like dark matter.
"It's pretty much sorted out."
Those who endured my new technique were divided into two groups: either those who were stupid enough that they couldn't tell even when their brain cells died or those whose constitution absorbed shock well. It was okay, though.
Because it meant that the number had been drastically reduced. The graduates, with bewildered expressions on their faces, either lost their fighting spirit or denied this reality altogether. This was the problem with the social misfits' mindset. While they grew up like the protagonist in a fantasy novel, they thought their opponent would wait quietly.
The reality was so cruel...
"Hey, this is a scam!"
"Annihilation? I can't believe it!"
"This must be a nightmare."
The graduates were surprised by the strength of the S-Class hero who switched from analog to digital after a year of research, and they came to deny reality. So I decided to kindly remind them.
There was no end to this nonsense...
Puck!
"Kugh?!"
"Are you in a lot of pain? It's because it's reality, not a dream."
My new technique didn't end there. Master Mollan's disciple couldn't be so sloppy, could he? It was because it was widely established. If I focused on those, who endured a while ago, the results would inevitably be different. Of course, the result when a hundred brain cells were killed off, and a million aren't the same, right?
The trigger condition was through contact.
"Kaargh~?!"
"Arghh-?!"
Thump.
Those who touched me fell with pathetic screams.
"Hero. May I arbitrarily remove the dead and wounded to keep the dormitory clean? If you want to take a commemorative photo, please do it quickly now."
"I won't."
"Yes. Then, we will clean up quickly."
Maids came and quietly cleaned up the cold dead bodies of the graduates that were scattered in the hallways like corpses. If they were still alive, they were sent to the infirmary, and if they were dead, they were moved to the temple behind the dormitory for resurrection.
But I was still number one. It meant that the men's dormitory alone wasn't enough. Also, I likely needed to kill the graduates two or three more times to stably get down to the fifth place. And there was still one more difficulty left.
"As expected, it's just like I guessed."
The student council president, who persisted wandering around the dormitory even after a year, suddenly appeared and pretended to be friendly.
"Auntie."
"I haven't even gotten married yet. It is very unpleasant to be called an auntie like that."
"It's also unpleasant for me to meet you here."
I responded timidly, presuming that I would naturally take over and attend the secondary education curriculum if I killed the student council president. It was a mistake. I was stuck in the dormitory and watched the scores build up. This was the price of that wrong judgment.
This timid response wasn't like me.
"Your transparent technique, it's quite interesting. Is it magic?"
"No."
"After observing the battle, I found that this unusual skill only works with the right hand and the right foot. Is there any special reason?"
I had no intention of answering any questions, but this was an exception.
"If you're curious, I should just teach you."
"Oh my goodness! Did something change your mind in this past year? This time, you're quite easy to speak to. I thought you were a wooden stone that wasn't interested in women, but it turned out that you were a very kind gentleman, just not expressive enough. Do you want to be my boyfriend? I'll have lunch with you."
The student council president revealed her true colors. I ignored her suggestions and only answered her questions.
"The reason I use only my right hand. That's because the invisible dragon is sealed in my right hand."
"Ah...!"
Hey, Auntie. Isn't it a big deal if you take it seriously?
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