The Extra of The Lunerra

Chapter 248 Volume IV - Chapter 93: Archive Room

I swung my next punch with ridiculous momentum as if I didn't know how to punch, so I 'lost my balance' and collapsed.

"Pfft, ahahahahah! You're human, you belong to a race that can use mana and train their bodies to a level we can't imagine without our armor, but you're even weaker than me... It's a pity, isn't it, professor? You don't even know how to throw a punch."

I trembled my whole body as if I was forcing myself, stood up again, and looked at Pulvar's expression of pleasure.

He wasn't even paying attention to me, he didn't care about my attacks and my movements. He believed he could simply parry each one.

All right... Everything is perfect, I can do it now.

I clenched my teeth and, overcome with anger, I punched him again.

Pulvar tried to dodge my punch by simply stepping aside. He was expecting one of my usual weak, meaningless punches. This time he was even going to trip me, he had adjusted his leg position accordingly.

However... this time something unexpected happened.

I quickly spread my mana throughout my body, stopped my weak punch abruptly, opened my fingers, and grabbed Pulvar's collar.

For a moment Pulvar looked at my hand on his collar in surprise. It was clear that he had not expected such a move from the weak, powerless Frederick. Until now he had assumed that I was someone who had no idea how to fight.

Now he was going to get his punishment.

I cupped his face with my other hand, and without wasting a second, I quickly focused on my mana and a crimson glow appeared on my pale hand.

The flames suddenly shot out of my palm in a rage and engulfed Pulvar's entire head, who hadn't even realized what had happened yet.

"AAAAAAGGRRRRRRHHH!"

His agonized scream echoed through the room, he didn't even have a chance to react.

I saw his armor flying at his face, it would have protected him from the flames, but I didn't let it. I let go of his collar and quickly grabbed the piece of metal covering his face. Then I gave all my strength and pulled it down.

The helmet, which was trying to close, was twisted by the force I applied to it before it could complete its formation. The flames penetrated Pulvar's skin one last time.

I finally cut off the mana I was pouring into him. The orange light reflected from the flames on the walls slowly faded as the flames themselves slowly disappeared into the atmosphere.

Still, it wasn't enough, so I didn't stop. I clenched my right fist and slammed it into Pulvar's burnt face.

Pulvar's body was thrown back. His screams of pain turned into a wheezing moan as the flames reached his throat and damaged his tongue and vocal cords.

"You were enjoying it, weren't you?"

I crouched over her, grabbed her collar again, and pulled her close to me.

"Frederick's daughter, you were with her when she died, weren't you?"

Maybe what I felt was momentary remorse. Maybe I couldn't feel that sadness now, I was just desperately trying to imitate it, but that didn't change my hatred for the South Holar, for this dwarf.

None of them are anything but cruel creatures. They all deserve a painful death. Even I, who cannot easily feel negative emotions like sadness and remorse, am not such a... villain.

"I would have liked to spend more time with you, I would have liked to spend a few minutes with you that you would have enjoyed, but... consider yourself lucky, I have things to do."

I clenched my fist again, tensed up, and punched him as hard as I could without breaking his skull.

Pulvar's head tilted abruptly to the left with the force of my punch, all movement ceased from his unrecognizable face and his moans faded into silence.

He was unconscious, or dead. I didn't care what happened.

I stood up, gave him one last look, and narrowed my eyes.

"I hope you survive and remember this moment every day."

I prefer not to leave behind people who would want to take revenge on me, but... creatures like this deserve it. So I wish it again, sincerely.

I am sure you will die. It is almost impossible for a dwarf without mana to survive with those wounds, but... I hope you survive and never forget the pain you suffered here, Pulvar Sou'hard.

Finally, I let him go, cleared my thoughts, turned around, and looked at the huge screen in front of me.

Now that I'm done with Pulvar, I need to focus on why I came here in the first place.

I doubt the room is soundproof, and I'm pretty sure the people outside have no idea what's going on inside. After all, this is an archive room, a place that holds classified information. Still, it won't take them long to figure out what's going on here, I have to be quick.

From the keyboard that appeared in front of me, I simply typed 'Virgonium mines on the Holar continent' into the screen and quickly scrolled through each of the results as they were listed in front of me. Not only that, I projected all these results onto a map and tried to find what I was looking for.

I activated a filter setting on the keyboard and simply typed 'ancient creature' into the filter.

The whole list in front of me changed. From a list of about nine virgonium mines, suddenly there was only one result.

Mount Doruan is home to an ancient, very powerful, and intelligent creature that emerged from a dungeon after The Awakening eighty years ago and made its home on this mountain.

What the creature was that nested in the mountain is unknown, the knowledge is in the past and no one can know what is there unless they go directly into the mountain. The South Holar keeps this information secret, but they cannot make a direct operation on the mountain because the creature is still alive. They are afraid of it. No matter how technologically advanced they are, they are afraid that the creature can wipe them off the face of Lunerra. So they don't mess with it at all.

I smiled, this was exactly the result I wanted. This secret knowledge was going to help me take one of my biggest steps for the future.

I went back and went through all nine virgonium sources again, committing each one to memory as they were also important, and reached for the keyboard, this time to search for something else.

Just then, suddenly, there was a noise behind me. The door to the archive room flew wide open and the sound of footsteps echoed in my ears.

I clicked my tongue, I didn't expect them to be so fast. I thought I had a little more time... I could have gotten a lot more information.

Damn it, I don't have time.

I surrounded myself with flames, made sure no one could see me and quickly put on my finger the ring I had kept in my pocket until now.

I took two things out of the ring: the silver charm that made me invisible and the armband that allowed me to create clones of myself.

I quickly created several layers of Mana Barrier in front of me when I heard the sound of some guns firing behind the flames, just as the guns fired.

Amidst the rising flames, bullets hit the first layer of the barrier one after the other, creating cracks in it.

Wasting no time, I placed the charm on my lapel and put the armband on my left arm.

The barrier finally succumbed to the bullets and broke, there were now three layers between me and the bullets.

I activated invisibility, made sure that all my presence was erased, and this time I poured mana into my armband.

The armband glowed, a blue colored gas spread on both sides of me and they quickly started to take the shape of a person.

The second layer also broke while the gases from the armband solidified, forming a copy of me.

Finally, the third layer broke, and that was the end of the formation of the clones.

I didn't wait for the fourth and final layer to break. The moment the clones finished forming, I brought down the flames that were rapidly draining a very large portion of my mana.

Nearly nine dwarves stood at the door of the room with their weapons trained on me, facing my two clones in the dissipating flames. A few of them were reloading their weapons, while those who could still shoot were surprised when the flames suddenly came down. They were clearly panicked as my two clones, their clothes not even torn, looked at them expressionlessly, emotionless.

I gave the clones a simple order, to attack the dwarves in this room and hold out as long as they could, despite the support that would come.