Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Finals Calling the Storm
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The heart of D/Z SAGA lay in the Loengrin Empire.
The empire's founding emperor, 'Hark von Loengrin,' was strong enough to literally proclaim himself a god.
According to official lore—and you can possess him in his memory dungeon—his base stats, without buffs or equipment, are:
He could crush a mountain in his fist, leap across the sea with a kick off the ground, smash the sky against the earth, and shatter the world with a stomp.
Back then, the human realm was shared territory between celestials and demons.
They lured humans into worship or fed on hatred and rage, bestowing blessings and curses at will.
That's when 'Hark' rose up, driven by the conviction that humans must protect their own dignity and that the human realm belonged solely to humanity.
Born in Loengrin—the land that would become the empire's capital—Hark displayed near-divine feats from childhood and couldn't help but lament the wretched state of the human world.
He raised an army, declared himself emperor, unified the continent, and rallied the dragons who guarded the middle realm and watched over humanity.
At the side of the continent-unifying emperor stood the Loengrin regular army, Royal Knights, Royal Guard, imperial battle mages, the empress called the consort of god, the Ten Elders who followed the emperor, and the dragons.
Then he invaded the celestial and demonic realms, crushed the archangel and demon king, secured human sovereignty, and established this academy island of Jefrin as his final achievement in life.
And then... he vanished.
He's a character that makes no sense. Even cheats have limits.
Did the devs lose their minds? Sure, shove in a "start of all stories" guy in the setting book, but there's a line, right?
Eve von Loengrin.
Later on, she grows into a goddess of magic with no equals in the game.
Right now, buried in student council duties and constantly using Soul Change, she can't max out her mana... but in the mid-to-late stages of her route, freed from work, Eve unleashes spells left and right.
Holy Light Spears as normal attacks—double-hit, AoE—from the student council president. The only thing matching the founding emperor in Eve von Loengrin is her 'magic power' stat.
So then.
Where are the divine weapons and treasures collected by that monster who smashed the celestial realm, trampled the demonic one, forged humanity's dominion, and dared claim godhood?
First, the imperial treasury.
Second, the heirlooms of the Ten Elders' houses.
And finally, right here in Jefrin.
Jefrin especially hides not just tools, but secret techniques and spells—per the founding emperor's directive: "Even in a future without me, let those who rival or surpass me rise to fight for humanity's tomorrow."
In D/Z SAGA, treasures buried by the founding emperor are scattered everywhere. I wouldn't say I've found them all—even before my regression, I was playing treasure hunt on the true heroine route.
Anyway.
They're a pain to find.
Amid that, while not top-tier quality, treasures from Hark undeniably slumber in Filtias's vault.
Some even encounter Hark's legacy here for the first time—proof of how insanely tough they are to unearth.
Most of Hark's legacies? They really show the man's personality.
"Eccentric."
"...Huh? What'd you say?"
"Nothing. I didn't say a word."
"Alright... We're here."
"Mm."
Hark's storehouse.
No—this was a jade throne hall.
Small, but with a jade throne, masterpieces on the walls, a red carpet, and dozens of full plate armors lined up beside it. Each gripped a demonic sword.
And all of it was treasure.
"Pick just one from in here."
"Mm."
Anyone would eye the armors or demon swords, but amusingly, the carpet, paintings, and candelabras were handpicked treasures of the founding emperor too.
Not all great ones, of course.
For example.
See?
Pretty fun, right? I couldn't help but smile.
As I walked toward the throne, I sorted treasures in my mind.
Alright. For the world's strongest assassin versus the imperial scion with 2 stamina, what's best?
The must-have item from the start was set.
Crime of pissing off an old-timer.
"Crime of pissing off an old-timer."
Sweet revenge.
An ominous air hung over Jefrin's interior.
Regardless of year, everyone's presence sharpened—or rather, they no longer hid their auras from each other.
Even the freshman fledglings were now treated as full Jefrin members.
No—they saw themselves that way.
From enrollment to midterms, they'd been drilled mercilessly because even surviving that grind meant you weren't Jefrin material otherwise.
And the first-years who survived midterms now knew what finals truly meant.
The exam itself pitted them in duels... clearly sorting superior from inferior.
No talent? Dead. Talent without effort? Dead. Even with both, you could plummet.
That was Jefrin. They felt it in their flesh, their souls: this was the real exam hall.
Defeatists couldn't survive here. Everyone aimed upward.
Meaning year-toppers, with nowhere higher to climb, faced challenges from everyone below.
Second-year Knight Division's Nefthelian. Second-year Magic Division's Eve von Loengrin.
Third-year Magic Division's Aila Trista.
But they'd held their spots for at least a year.
Thus, all eyes turned to the 【up-for-grabs-right-now】 supernova.
Her name: Milmyu von Sabre.
Jefrin's most shocking royal road walker.
From weakest to strongest.
Twice toppling all-year top Kelters, crushing second-place Gale outright, drawing Student Council President Eve von Loengrin's attention, staying by ex-president Wolfram's side—that pink-haired fledgling burdened with crushing weight on both shoulders.
What was she doing now?
"Vanilla, yogurt. Heading to the convenience store tomorrow... What should I wear?"
"Uniform."
"Uniform."
"R-Really...?"
Full of youth and dreams.
With finals looming,
I dove into repairs on the 'treasure' Filtias and I had claimed that day.
"Little brother. You really gonna use this?"
"Mm. Obviously. Can you add the options I requested?"
"...Of course. That's easy enough. How do you even think of this stuff? And asking your big sis to mod Papa's treasure... You're a naughty boy."
"Don't like it?"
"I-I didn't say that! It's our first sibling collab!"
Filtias beamed at me, joining my 'plan.'
How thrilled was she? 'Collab' rang in my ears like a shout.
"Filtias."
"Hehe. I thought modding Papa's treasure would taint memories... but since my little brother rin it, maybe it's okay?"
"...Filtias."
"Ahh, this sinful taboo... I shouldn't, it's precious memories, this guilt crushing my chest..."
"......Filtias?"
"Heh, heh. I feel like I'll fall and become a demon dragon..."
And she dove headfirst into the mods.
Hm.
Thinking about it, she'd spent three hundred years alone—no friends.
Pretending big sis as a dragon, but never had a real sibling. Poor thing.
Three hundred years ago, she was a total baby. Goo goo gaga.
That's why among the 'dragons guarding the middle realm,' they left the safest one, Filtias, in the safest spot—Jefrin—to guard the eight gates.
The others? Probably shitting bricks. Never met 'em.
Anyway.
I'd recruited this tough-acting, offense-weak, wannabe big sis dragon. ...Next up: scheming to topple that supreme assassin.
"Sunbae...?"
"Milmyu?"
Then a low junior's voice came from behind.
"Wh-Who's that... Did you... add another one...?"
"Another?"
"Here too...? One more...? Stunning beauty... I-I couldn't... And collab...?"
Milmyu started mumbling something.
"Let me introduce her."
"...Yes. Introduce her. Who is she? Tell me."
Whoa.
This voice... sounds familiar.
Where? Similar vibe... Oh, right before Regina Cielra's bad end.
Nah, couldn't be.
She's a good junior who trusts and follows me like a dad, right?
"Filtias Blue Breeze. My big sister."
"......Pardon? Oh, sorry! I misunderstood."
"Misunderstood what?"
"She's imperial, right? Never imagined you'd have a sister like that..."
"Not quite. Related to the imperial family, but... not blood."
"......?"
Hm.
Hard to explain when asked like that.
"Stepsister to our great ancestor. Dragon race. Fate bound us as sworn siblings."
"......Pardon?"
"Don't believe it if you want. It's unbelievable."
"Sw-Sworn siblings...?"
"Yeah."
"I've seen it in Yogurt's novels."
"Hm?"
Ignoring my question, Milmyu started rapid-fire mumbling.
"Normally siblings... then one day... eyes meet... heart pounds... intense rationality... but can't hide feelings... from siblings to... but no blood tie... just guilt over emotions... taboo and legal at once... most cowardly... like home cooking and takeout on the same table..."
"......?"
Too quiet to catch.
Home cooking and takeout?
She stopped abruptly after finishing.
What's with her suddenly?
"Ah. So that's how it works."
"......?"
But then Milmyu smiled normally.
Good. Back to usual.
"Sunbae."
"Mm. Go ahead."
"Remember our promise? Maintain top spot in finals, and you'd take me out for a day?"
"Of course."
"Great. Sunbae, one more request."
"What?"
"My cartridge-type Peep Punch. Is mk.3 ready?"
"......"
Milmyu stared straight at me, unblinking.
I see.
She craves that power.
"Still unfinished. Needs tweaks."
"......Even so, fine."
"Alright."
I get your upward drive.
I lived unrecognized, treated as worthless too.
"Fine. I'll make it."
"Yes. Thank you, sunbae. One more thing."
"What?"
"Tune it power-focused, max output."
"Why?"
"Because... I have to crush them all."
Who?
Who else?
"Ah, duel opponents?"
"Yes! Who else? Hehe."
Milmyu beamed at me.
"Crush 'em all, huh? Good. Max power it is. But it'll be slower. Okay?"
"...Yes! If needed, I'll grapple tight—no escapes. Sunbae!"
She grabbed both my hands firmly.
A senior leaned on by his junior like this? My heart races.
Though... it feels like post-horror movie palpitations...
"Sunbae, please!"
Milmyu beamed at me.
I gave up inferring her emotions and nodded.
Fear?
Nah, no way.