VIP Chapter 427: The Third Time Stop
At this moment, Will was desperately running towards the place he remembered could pull Al out of this thing, which on the surface looked like the BOSS’s main body, but was actually just its mount… or rather, its mecha.
When the entire world was paused, only their two worlds were still turning.
Under the crimson sunset, symbolizing the end and doom.
Beneath the ice-blue sky, symbolizing descent and chill.
Facing the giant Fire Dragon that lowered its head, Will could even forget the time he was counting in his heart.
In this opportunity personally gifted to him by Iaar, on a stage personally built for him, with the support that personally pushed him to the peak…
How could he not perform well?
At least, he wanted Iaar to be able to smile afterward, thinking her efforts over these days were not in vain.
“I’m truly sorry. Regarding why I had to deceive you, I can only explain after we get out of here.”
Will muttered to himself, looking up at the Fire Dragon’s back, especially near its heart.
According to the description in the original work, the only way to defeat it in this phase was to directly pull it out from there.
—The Fire Dragon is a “living creature,” not a “machine” piloted by a person. The place where Al entered the cockpit was a soft spot easily peeled open.
—Although Al is “piloting” the Fire Dragon, Al is more like a product separated from the giant Fire Dragon.
Will finally stood on the Fire Dragon’s back.
He had to thank Iaar. Under the falling sky, Al’s entire back had an angle with the ground less than thirty degrees, allowing him to run up quickly.
He grasped what looked like a very standard square “hatch” drawn with a ruler.
Although he had told Liya and Iaar that victory would be achieved by removing the core.
Perhaps Liya, who had direct contact with Al, would know that this “core” referred to Al’s “human” part.
But what he hadn’t said was…
Al, as the true “Empress” of this place, as the final product after Iaar’s personality repeatedly became the BOSS, how she maintained her human form to become the “Fire Dragon” had more complex reasons behind it.
If some of the rigid elements of the original work haven’t changed, she would actually remember many, many memories of when she was “Yar.”
No, not just memories.
But also the most important information related to the structure of this Dungeon.
He absolutely could not kill it.
The information Al knew—or the information she might know—was far more important than any intelligence about the Witch obtained after killing it.
It was necessary to defeat “it” while ensuring Al’s survival.
This was also why Iaar’s abilities were essential.
Only by possessing time that surpassed this world itself would there be a chance to open this place that no Adventurer would ever have touched.
To pull her out from inside…
Pull her out!
*Whoosh—*
Will opened the hatch.
Just as he knew, it was easily breached. After opening the hatch, he saw a crowded “cockpit” inside.
The cockpit was like some otaku’s room, filled with all sorts of bottles and many books that looked freshly borrowed from the library…
And a comb, a small mirror—although Will remembered she never combed her hair when she appeared!
Looking down from above, he saw a round head, and a messy red-brown-haired girl sitting inside.
Her forehead was covered in sweat drops, and she was intently widening her eyes, looking forward. In front of her, like a “screen,” the Dragon’s eyeballs showed her the outside situation.
On the screen…
Was Iaar’s huge face. In the stopped time, she had actually lifted her head.
Somewhat dully, but seemingly eagerly, she looked at Will as he confronted the Fire Dragon.
And Al…
Her time was stopped at the moment she saw Iaar. Sitting there, she was tightly pulling on something that looked like reins, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Fire Dragon’s “blood vessels” and “nerves” flowing with excessively red blood.
“Hoo…”
The world before his eyes seemed to accelerate bit by bit. Dust and sweat drops began to move slowly, as if a timer had been pressed.
Will took a deep breath, reached out, and firmly gripped the hoodie of the girl sitting there by the back of her neck.
He “yanked” her out of the cockpit fiercely.
“!? ”
Time began to flow again. In this instant, Will, standing on the dragon’s back, saw Al’s surprised and fearful wide-open eyes. In that single moment, she looked like a “child.”
“Don’t rush, it’s not over yet.”
Will took out the “book” he had been keeping in his ring for a long time, preparing for this moment. Aiming it at Al’s head, he spoke in a tone more hesitant than Iaar’s stuttering—
“Ice Splitting… what was it, the Extreme of Temperature…”
“Ice Formation… uh… the Extreme of Zero Ice…”
“Pure Ice… I think that’s it, the Extreme of Clear Mind…”
“None of these are a chill, they should be like the plain memories of ordinary days!”
The last two lines, the easiest to remember, he recited like an urgent incantation. After finishing, he fiercely tapped the Ice Array [Attack] in his hand onto Al’s head.
“Uwa?!”
Al was hit hard and immediately clutched her head.
“So… so painful! You—you pulled me out, fine! But why are you doing this?! Don’t hit my head!”
“I need to stuff knowledge into your brain.”
“Huh? I’m already a dragon full of knowledge, I don’t need… hiss, my head… my head suddenly hurts so much.”
“It’s supposed to hurt. Hurry, hurry, try to think of something… Can you recall…”
This sentence wasn’t finished because as the “nerves” and “blood vessels” were “snapped back” to what could be called the cockpit panel, Will, lifting Al, found himself becoming unbalanced on the Fire Dragon.
“Huh?!”
“Young Master—uh… Will, no matter what, be careful—!”
As the pilot of the “Fire Dragon,” after being pulled out, the giant dragon that could still support itself now plummeted slowly downwards from a higher position, like a machine that had lost power.
And for the two people standing on it with no protection, this was fatal.
From a height of about three stories, Will fell backward, and on the other side, he failed to hold onto Al, who also fell with him.
“It’s okay! I can catch you—”
Iaar, whose time had returned, though her body was still unaccustomed and drained, did not relax at all. She rushed toward where Will was falling.
*Bang—*
Amidst the smoke of the fallen dragon, Will’s back felt a reassuringly cold touch.
“That’s great… That’s great, I caught him!”
Will turned his head and found himself lying securely in Iaar’s arms in a princess carry.
She had a look of immense relief on her face.
Her face showed no significant injuries from the battle with Al, at most a slightly fatigued expression, and a bit of ash smudged on her left cheek.
She was smiling happily.
Opening her grey eyes, she lowered her beast-eared head, looking up at Will as if craving her master to pet her head and praise her.
