Storming the Director's Office
After hearing every detail from the angel agent, Teren, Adam, and Lifter fell into a brief silence. Then Adam spoke up, quick to decide.
“Why don’t we just head straight to the director’s office and beat the guy senseless until he passes out? Like clubbing a stray dog.”
“Are you a genius or something?” Teren stared at Adam like he’d just discovered fire for the first time. Lifter looked like he had plenty to say, but chose to keep his mouth shut.
“Just stay here, sir. We’ll handle it and come back.”
“You kids are still students. You’re too young to understand how dangerous things are right now.” The agent coughed up blood as he tried to stop them. But the reckless drive of hot-blooded youths was an unstoppable force no one could hold back.
“It’s fine, sir. We’re stronger than we look!” Teren flexed his impressive eight-pack as he spoke. The agent and Lifter both lost their words and pressed a hand to their foreheads. Adam clapped Teren on the shoulder, declaring, “Now that’s what a real man does!”
“Haa… Just be careful. The office itself is a fossil the director controls. On top of that, it has some kind of inexplicable ability.”
The agent drifted slowly downward, as if the world itself had paused. It wasn’t the museum director’s power at work. It was clearly the office’s own ability.
“Agent, you said the director is a summoner, right?”
“Yeah.”
Lifter glanced at his own summon, Rubber Robber, then seemed to have an idea. He asked one more question.
“You mentioned the director gives orders through the hollow in the femur he summoned, and that’s what makes the fossils move?”
“Right.”
Fossil watched with delight as the ancient beings he’d revived put on a grand slaughter show just for him.
“Hahaha! My final show in life had better be at least this good!”
Then he checked another security feed. The massive iron door blocking the path to his office was slowly crumpling inward, struck by something again and again.
“What the…?”
—Kwa-kwa-kwang!
Continentalisaurus, now Lure’s adorable pet, smashed through the iron door and began climbing upward. Dozens of students rode on its back.
“Why isn’t that thing attacking the students even though it heard my command? Don’t tell me there’s someone with mind-control powers?”
Luckily, the floor below the office was crawling with dangerous monsters. The most lethal among them was the Red Wyvern—a vicious creature that attacked anything in sight and pursued its chosen prey with relentless persistence.
Fossil had planned to open the doors and release the monsters once the ones on the surface were all dead. But now it looked like the students had opened the door for him instead.
“Well, whatever. They’re walking right into their deaths. I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show.”
The monsters that had been biting and tearing at each other froze at the deafening roar. Then they surged forward like a swarm of bees whose hive had been struck. But they stopped again when the Red Wyvern let out another thunderous bellow.
The wyvern crushed the other ancient creatures beneath its overwhelming presence, establishing a hierarchy that should never have existed. The rule was simple: “I’m the king. Touch the prey I’ve chosen, and I’ll kill you.”
“That dragon looks insanely dangerous.”
“Idiot. A wyvern isn’t the same as a dragon.”
“What’s the difference?”
Even as the skeletal wyvern drew closer, Continentalisaurus kept moving toward the office. Lure had asked it to carry her friends safely there.
“We’re all gonna get roasted by that wyvern at this rate.”
“I’ll go.”
“Louis?”
Louis leapt off the dinosaur’s back and summoned his Dimension Traveler.
“I survived that monster Zick’s invasion, remember?”
“So did I!” Adam’s voice faded into the distance as the skeletal Red Wyvern loomed before Louis.
“Kyaahhh!”
The wyvern was furious that prey barely a tenth its size dared to stare it down so boldly.
“Dimension Traveler, get us out of here!”
The summon, which had been hoping for a smoke break, sighed heavily and activated its pocket watch. In an instant, the two of them shifted into another dimension. Nothing around them looked different, yet no one could touch them—and they couldn’t attack the monsters either.
“Even during the practical exam… doing this… I mean… just because it looks cool… summoning it anyway…”
“Pfft.”
“You’re doing it again…”
“No, I didn’t laugh this time.”
The Red Wyvern slammed its forelegs at the two prey right in front of it, but they existed in another dimension. It couldn’t reach them. Having something right before its eyes yet being unable to attack it was more than enough to stress the wyvern out.
“Kiaaaahhh~!!”
Enraged, the wyvern turned on the other monsters that had been watching the fight.
“Dimension Traveler, is there really no way to fix how you talk?”
“Nope… It’s a restriction…”
“Shame. You look pretty cool, too.”
Thanks to Louis’s sacrifice, the other students reached the office. A wall blocked the way up, but the massive theropod’s attack shattered it in seconds.
Inside, Fossil sat watching the situation through the security cameras. Before he could react, Teren launched himself straight at him. But jagged bones suddenly erupted from the office wall, piercing Teren’s arms and halting his charge.
“Aaaargh! Damn it!”
Blood streamed from Teren’s arms. He hung suspended thirty centimeters off the ground, pinned to the wall.
“Guoooooh!”
Enraged that someone had attacked Lure’s friend, Continentalisaurus tore off the office roof and lunged forward—only for Fossil to speak.
“I set each floor of the museum at fifteen meters high to showcase your majestic forms. That wasn’t an invitation to betray me.”
The floor suddenly opened. It wasn’t a hole large enough for the dinosaur’s entire body, but the moment its feet touched the office floor, it fell straight through to the ground below.
“Now then, time to deal with the taxidermy first…”
Fossil turned back—only to find Teren no longer pinned to the wall. A sticky liquid suddenly dripped from the ceiling onto his shoulder. When he looked up, Teren was staring down at him, drooling.
“The ceiling! Attack from the—!”
Before he could finish, Teren dropped and struck Fossil’s shoulder with terrifying speed.
“I don’t know what kind of ability it is, but it looks like I just have to avoid touching the office floor!”
***
—Crack!
I shot toward the angel and drove my razor-sharp claws straight into its eyes.
“Aaaaaaaaagh!”
White blood poured from the angel’s ruined sockets.
‘Ugh, white blood is just weird! It’s creepy! Bleh.’
I wiped the white blood off my claws onto the ground.
“Sniff, sniff.”
Urgh… even the smell is off.
“You bastard!”
The angel spread all its wings wide, preparing to unleash holy light. I kicked off the ground and grabbed one of the wings before it could.
‘Did you really think I’d let you use Sodom and Gomorrah?’
I seized the wing with both hands, lifted the angel, and hurled it into a wall of shadows—where the Sovereign’s massive hand was already waiting.
—Thud!
“W-What is this?! Let go!”
Haha. Look at it panicking because it can’t see. It’s flailing around like a fish that’s been thrown onto land.
While the Sovereign’s hand held the angel in place, I stepped right up to it and rained punches into its face.
—Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
“Kaaaaagh!”
I channeled a boxer’s spirit and hammered my fists into its bleeding eyes and wings like they were a sandbag. The angel screamed with every blow, twisting its body in agony.
“You… I’ll kill you even if it costs me my life!”
Suddenly the angel’s body split apart in a burst of light. A sharp spear emerged from within and shot toward me. I leapt back. That spear… was dangerous.
The spear that burst from the angel’s collapsing corpse easily severed the Sovereign’s hand that had been holding it.
‘There’s something inside the angel.’
From the corpse, a figure appeared. Though its eyes were wrapped in bandages, its face was beautiful. Two meters tall, clad in a white dress and golden shoes, gripping a spear in one hand. It looked nothing like the grotesque angel from before—yet it was the same being.
“I will kill you, wicked one.”
Whoa. So it actually had a pretty-girl form? Guess the loyal subordinate wasn’t lying after all.
—If it had shown me this form last time, I might’ve spared it. I do have a soft spot for pretty girls.—
“Silence.”
I know. It was just a joke. This guy’s way too stiff. The moment it transforms like that, its death is already decided. Even I can tell that much.
—Then…—
“Let’s begin round two.”