Chapter 2140: Incompetent Fury
Giselle tried several times, but each time, after entering the elevator shaft, she re-emerged from the shadows below. She attempted to disengage from her shadow state and even tried climbing out using a different ladder, but she remained trapped in a loop on B1, as if the passageway had been inexplicably connected vertically.
At this moment, the monsters had located Giselle’s position and were swarming towards her. I thought to myself, they are so bothersome. Do they think this will accomplish anything to Giselle? Haven’t they been killed enough?
Unexpectedly, Giselle, who had been on a killing spree moments ago, did not choose to fight further this time. Seeing that she couldn’t exit through the normal route, she simply waved her hand, and a shadow bridge appeared beneath her feet.
Giselle stepped onto it, and the bridge vanished. The charging monsters lunged into empty space. Losing their target, they could only look around in confusion.
The shadow bridge directly connected to our tent. Giselle calmly stepped off the bridge. This powerful Shadow-based Spell allowed her to teleport herself and others directly to her teammates’ side, its effect completely bypassing the Ghostly Wall.
“Ah? You just came back like that?” Karina was startled. She hadn’t witnessed Giselle’s battle in the mine directly but had to imagine the intensity of Giselle’s fight based on my narration.
Even so, she knew it had been an extremely perilous battle. She had stepped into danger without any prior knowledge, facing various sudden traps and monsters, only to return unharmed, not even a scratch on her.
Karina had seen Giselle fight before, for instance, when she battled Orcs, and knew she was formidable. But she didn’t expect the reinforcements from the friendly sect to be this outrageously strong.
Even she wouldn’t guarantee a safe return if she went in herself. Otherwise, Karina would have charged in, so why would she need to infiltrate the Infinite Obelisk Research Society’s team?
Giselle’s outstanding performance made her suspect if followers of the Lord of Murder were generally this strong, especially considering it was a church known for its slaughter.
“Mm, luckily. I almost thought I was done for. I felt a terrifying aura below, and if I had lingered, I might have been struck down by lightning, so I managed to retreat.” Giselle said.
“Good. You didn’t get reckless and knew when to quit. That’s excellent,” I nodded.
Actually, I knew Giselle wasn’t impulsive or reckless. She had hidden in my home for so long, and none of us discovered she was an assassin. In terms of patience and cunning, she was top-notch.
Giselle’s recklessness stemmed from her absolute confidence in her strength. So, when there was no risk, she would choose to go on a killing spree. But this didn’t mean she lacked intelligence. If her intuition sensed danger, she would retreat promptly. In reality, she was extremely cunning.
Now, I could also see with my God’s Eye that because Giselle killed a wave of monsters and then escaped unharmed, the energy below the mineral vein surged, containing a terrifying rage. It was the kind of anger that burns hot but can find no outlet.
Due to this emotional fluctuation, which felt almost human, magic poured out of the mine like an oil well erupting. A large amount of Origin Stone rapidly grew. Looking at the mine with Spirit Vision, purple energy towered into the sky, casting an ethereal, dreamlike glow.
“What’s going on?! Why is the mine experiencing an anomaly? What did the scout team do?” The Master, who was in a meeting, was forced to interrupt it. Normal people couldn’t see the purple magical light, but he could. He could even hear the angry earth rumbling.
He remembered sending the Fourth Research Group’s scout team earlier. He rushed towards here with people, and before he arrived, the Fallen Rioters who had gone out to scout had already returned.
I had ordered the Fallen Rioters back before Giselle escaped. They wouldn’t be of any help by staying. If Giselle could escape danger, they weren’t needed, and if she couldn’t, they wouldn’t be able to help either and would put themselves in danger.
Soon, the Master arrived with a group of high-level individuals, rushing in. As soon as he entered, he asked loudly, “What happened inside the mine? Why is there a magic welling up?!”
“Ah? We, we don’t know either.” Everyone feigned innocence, looking at the Master as if they were clueless.
The Female Leader stood behind the Master with a worried expression, afraid we would slip up. Now, she and we were in the same boat. If our true identities were discovered by the Master, she would be punished for colluding with the enemy.
“Tell me everything you discovered,” the Master asked after calming down. He thought these lower-level personnel likely wouldn’t know the inside story, so asking them the reason was pointless.
“We didn’t go in just now. We only observed from the periphery for a period. We found the mine’s magic to be very unstable, with frequent surges and fluctuations. Before we left, the magic suddenly erupted and gushed out, but we don’t know why.” One of the Fallen Rioters began to fabricate.
“Mm, any other discoveries? Be specific.” The Master was not suspicious. As far as he was concerned, these women wouldn’t dare enter the mine and it was normal they couldn’t understand the reason for the magic eruption.
“We used a scrying spell to observe the mine and found that the Origin Stones within were continuously multiplying. We also saw miners and other people in the mine, as well as other animals. Their bodies all showed signs of mutation.” Another Fallen Rioter said.
Scrying spells were quite common and a standard reconnaissance method. The Fallen Rioters used this as an excuse to reveal some of the information Giselle had found to the Master, though they concealed much more.
“Is that so? It seems those are the missing miners; they’re still alive. But whether they can communicate normally is another matter. What did you mean by other people?” The Master’s expression softened a bit as he received some useful intelligence.
“There were many people wearing different clothes, like linen, and those wearing gas masks and trench coats. They didn’t look like miners.” The Fallen Rioter told the truth.
“How could that be? There are others down there too? Then the situation seems to have become more complicated. I wonder who these people are and what their connection is to the magic welling up,” the Master began to ponder, his attention no longer on the scout team. In his view, the scout team had successfully completed their mission and were not suspicious.
However, the leader of the Third Research Group behind him, a person covered entirely in tactical leather armor, asked, “Did you find any subspecies of half-orcs in the mine?”
“Subspecies of orcs? Which kind are you referring to?” the Fallen Rioter asked confusedly. There were many types of subspecies of half-orcs, generally referring to people with characteristics of other animals, such as fish scales, a leopard’s tail, or donkey ears.
