latelenovela Chapter 54 Museum Attack
Chapter 54 Museum Attack
＜Moonstone＞
This is the name written on the sign, and a faint light is shining on this stone.
I don't know why, but I felt deeply drawn to this stone, as if something was pulling me.
Although the dream has vanished from my sight, my connection with this stone remains real.
"This is moonstone." Throughout the entire dream, the content lingered in my mind. Every time I fall asleep, a set of words and a familiar figure appear. But even now, I still cannot understand the meaning of those words.
Now, as I stand before this stone, the dream is finally complete.
"Looking for a moonstone? Isn't that stone useless?" I asked myself. In the game, the chance of this stone appearing is very small, and even if it does appear, it's mostly just an ordinary glowing stone with no special function.
This is probably why it's placed in a museum. Aside from being used as art and building material, this stone has almost no other use. It cannot effectively conduct magical energy; its only characteristic is its extreme hardness.
"But this connection cannot be ignored."
The connection I felt was undeniable. A surreal yet definite feeling, like dormant knowledge being awakened.
I instinctively knew that this stone was of some importance, although the specific details were still unknown.
"Are there any moon-related elements in the game?" I asked myself. The only person in the game who uses the moon's power is a villain, and the weapon she uses is completely useless.
"Was her weapon made of moonstone?" I wondered. The blade, as a trophy, was practically worthless after defeating the villain.
Its attack power is low, and its magic attribute is also poor.
"Perhaps her power doesn't come from weapons, but from some kind of compatibility. This might also be related to my ability to transfer magical energy."
I pondered. This had always been a perplexing issue for me; my progress in controlling my magic was slow.
The other students were already used to using magic to enhance their weapons, and their damage output was far greater than mine.
For example, when I use a dagger, although mana increases its damage, the increase is far less than I expected.
"It seems that my magic power cannot be fully transmitted."
"But if it's related to the materials, then everything makes sense. Even if my mana control isn't strong enough, with my mana attributes, my output should be higher. If it's a material issue, then everything makes sense."
The connection to this stone seemed to transcend its physical properties. As I pondered its potential impact on my control of magic and weapon enhancement, the arrival of two people interrupted my thoughts: a little girl and a woman.
The girl opened her bright eyes wide, looking innocent and naive. Her gaze held a unique childlike light.
"Mommy, look! It's so pretty!" the little girl exclaimed excitedly, her voice filled with innocent wonder.
Her mother, however, seemed uninterested. "Son, it may look pretty, but it's just a useless stone. Let's go see something more interesting."
I don't know their names, but the mother gave off a serious vibe, and she was very imposing.
“She’s a hunter,” I concluded. “Judging from the calluses on her hands, the way she walks, and her posture, she must be a hunter who uses a spear.” It is relatively rare for women to use spears instead of bows and arrows or swords.
In most cases, a long spear requires strong core strength and weight, which is usually not suitable for women's body types.
boom!
Just as they left, my heart suddenly raced, and I felt a surge of unease. That feeling of death returned.
Bang bang bang!
"This time it's stronger than before."
I concluded that my heart was racing. I saw the woman also tense up, her skin crawling with goosebumps. Clearly, she sensed something was wrong too.
"boom!"
Before I could react, a loud explosion resounded throughout the museum, filling the air with shockwaves.
Whoosh!
I saw fragments of the door and wall flying around the museum and immediately took cover behind the bunker. The mother must have already taken care of her child, so I didn't need to risk helping her.
The museum descended into chaos, filled with panicked screams. The lights flickered on and off, and the alarms blared, a stark contrast to the previous tranquility.
dong dong.
Heavy footsteps approached, accompanied by a powerful sense of oppression. I could tell this was no ordinary monster.
Boom!
But at the same time, my heart started pounding again.
"what is this?"
Another existence has appeared.
"A demon contractor. And a powerful one at that."
I could feel immense pressure emanating from his aura.
"At least at the peak of level 9, or possibly level 10."
The sheer oppressive feeling was enough to make my hands tremble.
"I'm actually scared?"
This is the most primal human reaction. It's the emotion that humans instinctively feel when faced with an irresistible force.
fear.
The trembling hands alone were enough to tell the story.
"Am I scared again? Just like that time."
I felt my hands trembling.
"Pfft! Whoosh! Boom!"
"Ah!" "Help!" "Is anyone there?"
The shouts of the people rose and fell, but I just knelt on the ground, staring at my trembling hands.
They trembled with fear.
"This is impossible."
But my mind was unusually calm. No, rather than calm, it was more like anger.
I feel angry.
"Absolutely impossible! After everything you've been through, you've actually given up again! Once again!"
Are you going to disappoint her again? Just like last time? Are you really going to stand by and do nothing?
boom!
My heart raced; the demon contractor was getting closer and closer.
I was angry at the fear I felt about the power imbalance.
I was too weak, so weak that my body simply wouldn't obey my commands. Even with the strongest will, the immense difference in strength left me frozen in place.
"No! I refuse!" I shouted in my mind. I could feel the cries for help around me, but my attention was completely focused on something else.
"If I want revenge, this is the first step I must take."
My trembling hands reached for my bracelet, and I took out a dagger from it.
puff!
I plunged the dagger into my leg.
"Ha...ha..." A wave of pain surged through me, an excruciating agony. But this was the price I had to pay to escape the lingering oppression on my body, and it had indeed worked.
The moment the dagger pierced my skin, I felt the trembling gradually subside. The pain cleared my mind; there was no more anger, no more fear.
I'm finally able to think clearly.
"call--"
Using my [Shadow] ability to manipulate shadows, I wasted no more time, concealing myself and completely eliminating my presence. I had to figure out what was happening first. I knew I couldn't be of much help in this situation. Whether it was a monster or a demon contractor, they were both too powerful.
"Help!"
In the chaos, more sounds mingled together: desperate screams, cries for help, and agonizing wails. People scattered and fled, some trying to escape the attack.
The monster's destruction was merciless. Its heavy footsteps made the ground tremble, and its malevolent aura left ruins wherever it went. People fell one after another, their fates decided by this invincible enemy.
Ring ring ring!
The sirens blared incessantly, mingling with the cacophony of panic to create a discordant echo. An atmosphere of fear permeated the air, making rational thought almost impossible.
In their struggle for survival, some desperately fled the direction of the attack, their footsteps hurried and desperate against the chaotic backdrop. Others were cornered, their eyes filled with terror, facing an insurmountable force.
"Mommy, I'm so scared." I saw the little girl looking at her mother with a sob in her voice, while the mother's expression remained unusually calm. She stared at the gate where the crowd was being slaughtered, while covering her daughter's eyes with her hands and using magic to cover her daughter's ears so that she could not hear anything.
The way she used magic so precisely was enough to show that this mother was a very skilled person in the use of magic.
"Is she some kind of celebrity?" I asked myself, looking at the scene before me. It was unbelievable to see a hunter with such precise control over magic. "She must be disguising herself." At first, the mother and little girl seemed ordinary, but now, upon closer inspection, I noticed a slight interference affecting my vision.
With a firm yet gentle expression, the mother knelt down to meet her daughter's gaze and said in a low voice, "Jane, stay here and don't run around, okay? Mom will be right back."
"Are you going to fight those bad guys?" the little girl asked in a low voice, looking very scared.
"Yes, Mom will take care of those guys. You know Mom is strong, right?"
"Yes, I know, Mom is very strong."
"Then stay here and absolutely do not leave."
As she spoke these words, the mother's magical power surged, forming a protective barrier that enveloped the girl completely. This was a mother's instinctive protective instinct, meant to shield her child from the horrific scene unfolding around her.
thump.
The woman stood up, her gaze shifting from her daughter to the chaotic scene around her. She clearly understood the urgency of the situation. With a look of determination and authority, she quickly assessed the situation and formulated a response plan.
"Hey, what's your name?"
She asked a woman hiding in a corner, her face filled with terror.
“Anna.”
“Anna, very good. Help the wounded! Stabilize their injuries until the medical team arrives!” Her instructions were firm and swift, leaving no room for hesitation. However, Anna was clearly hesitant due to fear, especially in the face of such a powerful enemy.
"Are you..."
Just as Anna was about to ask a question, a powerful sense of oppression suddenly enveloped her. This pressure was even stronger than that of the monster and the demon contractor from before. As a hunter, Anna seemed to have realized that the person before her possessed a formidable aura.
Before the problem fully materialized, the air seemed to bend under immense pressure, as if even the atmosphere acknowledged the presence of the newcomer. The woman's appearance seemed to have undergone a subtle change, and her aura made it impossible to look away.
Anna's eyes widened as she realized who was standing before her. "Kaya...Kaya Hartley?"
Before Anna could finish speaking, the woman's cold gaze fell on her.
“Just listen to what I say and do it. If you don’t, your family will suffer.” The woman’s words sent a chill down Anna’s spine.
Kaya Hartley, a ruthless woman, continues her monster-slaying spree even after giving birth. A high-profile hunter, frequently appearing in the news, she hails from the renowned Hartley family.
"So that's how it is... No wonder she never backed down. If it was her, then it makes sense." I thought to myself, standing quietly to the side watching this scene.
Boom, boom, boom.
The heavy footsteps drew ever closer, a rhythm that shook the very core of the creature, announcing the arrival of a colossal threat. The earth trembled under its weight; the creature's size and power made it a formidable adversary.
"Everyone!" Kaya shouted. At her call, all eyes turned to her from the scattered people and those on the verge of death.
She quickly assessed the situation, focusing her attention on the injured and those in danger.
“Listen to me!” Her voice was calm yet authoritative, piercing through the panic. “We are in a dangerous situation right now, but if we unite, we can overcome this. Those who can fight, help treat the wounded. Form squads and protect yourselves.”
Her voice echoed in the air, and her presence and confident aura had a calming effect even in the midst of the crisis.
"Hunters, mages, use your power where it is most needed. Remember, unity is our most powerful weapon."
In the chaos, her words became a unifying force. Those who had been paralyzed by fear regained their resolve. Under her guidance, makeshift squads gradually formed, and their efforts transformed into a coordinated response against the threat.
"Ah...you've finally shown up."
Immediately after Kaya, a new presence appeared, filling everyone present with a profound sense of dread. The air seemed to grow even colder, and an evil energy emanated from the depths of the museum.
boom!
The root of my hatred.
The Demon Contractor has appeared.