Chapter 48
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Floor 6 - Lv. 95 Stormhowl Brigade (5)
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After finishing up with the remnants, the party members reached the fairy campsite under the Hunter's guidance.
There were spoils of war. One Great Shaman had been taken prisoner.
It was the expected outcome.
Unlike trolls that could bulldoze through with their bodies if things clicked, these bastards guzzled mana.
Squeeze every last drop of mana, and yeah, they could hold out. But then they'd be running on empty.
Feral shamans or not, they'd still have some fight left even as drained husks, but I trusted my party.
They could handle that much, no sweat.
Bound tight, staff confiscated, beaten black-and-blue with swollen eyes, the shaman was dragged in like a rag.
The Girl gripped the rope. The party looked beat, but their faces lit up all the same.
This is what they needed.
I couldn't wipe their asses forever.
They had to learn to stand on their own.
Hell, their skills were plenty sharp already.
Who raised 'em, anyway.
But with me always around, most scraps ended on my watch. Left 'em second-guessing themselves.
"You offer all the corpses to Her Holiness?"
Faith alone doesn't unlock a god's power on demand.
Divine favor might snag you the odd assist, but gods can't just fling power willy-nilly—not from their side, anyway.
Even the Labyrinth's prisoner-gods on their thrones play by the rules.
Evil-axis chaos gods? They demand sacrifices or tribute as fuel.
Fresh kills on-site are prime, but anything offered works.
Human sacrifice vibes—monster husks do, exile bodies too.
It's volume and quality over freshness.
Evil gods don't nitpick there. Handy.
They pester you to hell and back elsewhere, though.
The Hunter didn't answer—just gawked at my setup and snorted in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah... you've gotten real cozy with the fairies, Leader."
"Yup."
I played it cool. He shook his head, wandered off, and plunked down somewhere.
The youngest tagged along after him.
The Girl ditched the bound Great Shaman and beelined for me.
Then belted out a shriek.
"What the hell!"
"What?"
"Worried my ass off for nothing. You're pristine."
She scooted right up beside me.
A leaf fairy already parked there got shoved aside by her vibe.
Plop—the Girl dropped down.
"You gonna wipe that blood or what?"
"Huh. Yeah."
She scanned around. Cat-ears caught on quick and whisked her off somewhere.
Probably melting snow with a fire spirit for wash water.
I picked up my fairy tale where I'd left off for the kid swarm boxing me in.
"In that world, the Fairy Empire rose again, and then...?"
Kids eat up old yarns.
Can't recall the run number, but snagging that petal fairy card led to straight-up rebuilding the empire.
One hell of a life. Stuck with me.
Petal fairies? Face-optional rarity, total game-breakers.
Told the rest of the party to buddy up with the fairies.
Even if someone bails, ties to a powerhouse faction like them? Gold.
First time catching the Hunter beaming ear-to-ear.
Grove fairies, leaf fairies—didn't matter. All good.
Captured orc looked young—few wrinkles.
Fresh off Great Shaman cred, obviously.
Sturdy build kept him kicking till capture.
Apparently a grizzled commander-type Great Shaman put up too much fight for live take-down.
Battalion-scale op in army terms. Dude ranked high.
Not named-tier, though. Totally doable.
Game-era nameds? Just padded stats, decent kits.
Real Labyrinth? Combat vets too. Way sharper. Way deadlier.
Beat-down so bad he could barely squint. No-kill rule, so Girl went ham.
Taken her licks myself. Hands like fire.
Fiery enough I nearly bought it.
Grabbed a snow clump nearby, crammed it down his robes.
He thrashed, eyes popped open.
[The God of War rages at you.]
Believers are god-relays.
This squad wiped? Shocker for the God of War.
Had to be itching to peep me via his flock.
Goddess of Chaos, clocking my play, dropped a hint.
「Turning the God of War fully hostile might not be so simple.」
‘But don't I have you, Goddess?’
「Eaten something funny?」
‘Always dead serious with you.’
「Psycho. Look, you're chowing down high priests already—warning a believer: don't sleep on gods. Long-haul bound exile or not, full beef with one? Bad call.」
This oracle? Straight to God of War and Feral God ears.
Goddess staging her direct intervention to rein me in.
So I'd bow nice to War God.
Short reply from me.
‘Appreciate the heads-up, Chaos.’
「Shit. Fine, your funeral. I'm just collateral in a believer's pocket anyway.」
‘No, truly grateful. Goddess.’
Unspoken, but she'd sense it. I'm no idiot pulling this stunt.
God of War tuned in, I grilled the orc blinking crusty slits.
"Heard Kakrish croaked. Trdongt good?"
[The God of War rages at you.]
Orc mumbled mushy. Teeth loose, probably.
"Wh-what you sayin', human."
Noob vibes—no street smarts.
Shoulda ordered old regular shaman over Great Shaman?
Still, young gun clocked his neck on the line. God watching.
Shamans = priests to War God.
I'd offed a few already.
Party bagged one Great Shaman too.
No more losses wanted.
Hope flickered in orc's slits.
Couldn't fathom execution with god zoomed in.
"Spit it. Kakrish wake-up known. Dead? For real? Who?"
Wasn't on-site, but rank meant intel.
Orc stalled. God chat—messages, not oracle.
War God greenlights. Dead? No secret.
"Dead."
Sigh escaped me.
"Who?"
"Dunno exact. Human mage, heard."
"More deets?"
"Nimble vet war mage..."
"Gear?"
"No logs."
The hell. No logs?
"No eyes on?"
"Nope."
"How?"
"Great War witnessed. That's how."
"Wiped?"
"Yeh..."
War God's greenskins? Flee-report ain't virtues.
Goblins? Feral God's greenskins—side gear, not squad.
News mules surviving war nuts.
Knew, slaughtered goblins too.
Veteran stench.
That dude only.
Why tho?
Vets skip continent squats sans kingdom hook.
Timed out shy of kingdom. Or NPC bonds.
Sir Dusban hints dropped.
Exile no-dig culture bit us.
Shoulda blabbed all—past exile now.
Goal? Obvious.
Kingdom? One vet of many.
Continent boss play.
Fairies for lifespan/magic fit.
Night Crow hype weird—scheming already?
Enemy slate now.
Rare breed.
Elder noobs ignoring server mores. Rampage mindset.
Need smackdown types.
Vet outlaw after feast.
More Qs.
4F Dusban confirmed Orc Empire greenskins here.
Stormhowl others? Rough sketch.
Low odds other units.
Stormhowl chain likely.
[The God of War rages at you.]
God stonewalls, duh.
Kakrish Abyss God's—not his. Some leak ok, not autopsy.
Dry well spotted.
Dagger reversed grip.
Downswing feather-light.
[The Goddess of Chaos sighs via oracle.]
[The God of War ra—]
Swift end clips message.
No War God eyes left on me.
Swap-cut.
[The God of Nature gladly acknowledges you as fairy kin.]
There we go.
Glanced back—no sign. But presence.
God-msg possible.
Fixed stare, spirit-veiled priestess materialized.
"Forgive the test, great mage."
I bowed formal; she waved off.
"Such relics needn't bind you?"
She ok'd it?
Nature & Purity God—progressive stock. Throne-free will-flexer.
Not our flow-with-goddess naive type.
「Oi, mega rude thought just now?」
‘Voice too damn cute, was thinkin’.’
「Hate your guts sometimes, swear.」
Priestess proffered palm.
"Human still—so human rites."
"Deal."
Fairy shake. Wild.
Believer contact leaks rival oracles.
「Fairy-fied? Swing by. Your Yank party too.」
God-vet knows America, Earth or nah.
Weak origin pin.
「Hey! Mine!」
「Hm, Chaos? Still kicking? Time to wrap that sad sack life?」
「Ass! Big talk!」
Goddess'd get shredded in word-war. Dropped hand fast.
Priestess awkward grins at god spat.
"Short camp, then descend. Stair sightings?"
"Puzzles us too. Exiles spawn, so exits should."
Conditions lock stairs on spawn.
No dwarf burg, none camp.
Greenskins bulldozed terrain—party'd spot floaters.
Shit, greenskin boss drought.
Stairs glitched independent.
Headshake, camp-bound stride.
Floor gains maxed.
Greenskins ahead? Foes.
Fairies? Squad.
2F lock-in, just lagged.
Camp view: Hunter bliss-stroking fox-ear tot.
Guy'd squat next fairy burg permanent.
Kingdom trek mandatory?
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