Second World-Novel



On the battlefield, Jack had finally taken down zombie Balzrim with Arlcard and Therras' help.

Jack looked around the battlefield. It was difficult to see how the battle was going on down here on the ground. It was super chaotic everywhere. Everyone was fighting everybody.

His beast form was already over. He didn't want to waste his Soar spell just to study the overall situation. He looked at his radar, the number of red dots outnumbered the green ones.

He sent a message to John, "John, how is the situation going?"

"How? We are getting our butt kicked, is what it is," John answered.

"Where do you want me to go?" Jack asked.

"Honestly, everywhere. I've managed to lower the enemy's threat by a great deal by destroying their command center but we had lost quite a large number of forces in the battle up till now. I'm not confident we can turn this around. I'll try my best. Just do what you are best at, create a miracle or something. Try killing as many enemies as possible and bring their number down to what we can deal with."

'Miracle,' Jack thought. If John was at a loss like this, then the situation was truly dire.

Arlcard and Therras were already joining Grace and Oswald in fighting the surrounding enemies while Jack was pondering his course of action.

Jack sent a message to a different person, "Jeanny! How many mana cores do you have at hand now?"

"What? Is that relevant in our current situation?" Jeanny replied.

"It is! I need 14,000 mana cores," Jack said.

"14,000? I don't have that many! I have used most of the collected mana cores to copy the items to strengthen everyone before this battle. I don't have many left. Right now, I only have 1,000 in my inventory."

'That is lacking too many,' Jack thought. He then broadcasted his message in the open guild channel. "Everyone who is still alive here on the battlefield, can you spare me your mana cores? I need them to give us an advantage in this battle. Those who can spare some please come to my coordinates!"

Jack shared his coordinates and then waited. All the while battling any enemies that came near. He saw Grace running to him. Oswald covered her while she came.

"Here," Grace gave Jack her hand and then activated her inventory system to transfer the mana cores.

Jack's eyes went wide when he saw the number of mana cores that entered his inventory. She gave him 10,000 mana cores. Of course, he had more than her, but he had gone through several special circumstances to collect the massive number.

"How did you get so many mana cores?" Jack asked.

"We can talk later once this war is over. Are they enough?" Grace asked.

"I still need 3,000 more," Jack answered. Jeanny should be on her way with her 1,000 mana cores as well.

"Sorry, that's all I got," Grace said.

"This is already very helpful. Thank you very much. I will pay you back," Jack said.

"You should know that is not necessary," Grace said with a smile and went back to battling the enemy soldiers.

Jack sent another message in the guild chat, "I only need 3,000 mana cores. Please lend me some! Even if you have only a little, it might make a difference."

Jack continued to wait while fighting nearby enemies. Not long after. Jeanny came with some members. Jeanny transferred her 1,000 mana cores while the other members only transferred small numbers ranging from 10 to 50 mana cores.

Most of the members didn't keep many mana cores. The ones they had were mostly donated to the guild while they only kept a few for special circumstances, like using the town's special facilities or for activating special items.

Jack didn't belittle them even if they only gave him 10 mana cores. He sincerely thanked them all the same.

Jeanny didn't ask any questions. After giving her mana cores, she rushed back to the fight. The other members did the same.

More and more members came and shared their mana cores. After around half an hour since he made his request in the guild chat, he finally received enough mana cores.

"That's okay, I have enough," Jack said to the next one who offered him.

He looked at the 50,000 mana cores in his inventory. He grinned and asked the last member who offered him the mana cores, "Hey, wanna see something cool?"

The member was confused by the question.

Jack fed all the mana cores into his Amulet of Summoning. An unending stream of light flowed out of his body and into his amulet. The visual was rather captivating.

The member whom Jack had asked before was wondering whether this light show was what Jack meant about something cool. It did look exciting but what was the point of putting on this show when all their comrades were fighting with their lives on the line?

When the stream of light stopped, Jack's amulet released an ominous crimson radiance. This radiance exploded into a blinding glow. Another stream of light appeared. This time pouring out of Jack's amulet. This stream of crimson light turned into a tornado.

This tornado lasted for only a while before it dispersed. In place of the tornado was now a large demon. It was unlike any demon Jack had seen. It was nothing close to the archdemon he had gotten the Heart of Archdemon from.

This archdemon lord was twice the size of the regular underworld high demon. It was wearing a lavish robe that was also partially plate armor. The most distinguishing feature it had was the two pairs of bat wings on its back. All four wings were completely black.

In its hand was a crooked staff that looked neither wooden nor metallic. The staff glistened with unnatural light.

The archdemon lord glanced at Jack for a brief instant before turning its attention to where many enemies were crowding. Spell formation formed on the head of its crooked staff. It was completed after forming eight runes.

The vast expanse where the archdemon lord was pointing suddenly became a sea of flame.

Jack at first thought the spell was the Hell Inferno, but he then remembered that the spell had nine runes. Peniel inform him that this was a spell slightly weaker than the Hell Inferno. Even so, it was powerful enough to burn many enemy soldiers within that sea of flames to death.

This spell was called the Flames of Doom.