Chapter Chapter 15: RATH 15 TL: Eevee (1/2)

RATH 15

TL: Eevee

2. What is this. Scary. (8)

#12 Their story: The secret of the future hero’s vitality (2)

None of the trials reactivated once we cleared them.

Because of that, all we had to do was turn around back to the room that had held the trial of magic.

Actually, out of all the doors, the trial of magic’s room was abundant in mana so it was pretty much the best place we could as for to recover mana.

After we recovered, it took us just 10 minutes to clear the trial of fog, and the trial after that was just a few extra traps on top of the fog from the previous trial, so we cleared that room even faster.

But the problem was from the next one.

The black fog from the eighth trial sealed off two out of our five senses, the even thicker fog completely removed our sight, and the one after that.

“…Tastes bland.”

It took away our sense of taste.

Really, as long as it didn’t drain us we basically camped in the trial rooms.

Thankfully unlike the time we first entered, once we cleared a room it didn’t reactivate, and because of that we had no choice but to sleep in the trial rooms.

No matter that our skills had increased and it was easier to clear, but we all instinctively didn’t want to have to clear the first trial again!

Because of that, with the exceptions of major injuries or exhaustion we camped in the trial rooms, and naturally our meals were solved with simple rations.

These simple jerkies were like heaven compared to the war we fought daily for meals, but from the seventh trial onwards it deprived us of our sense of taste so that we could literally taste nothing!

And once No.1000 realised that she immediately broke through the seventh trial.

By grabbing No.17 and my hands and running where we couldn’t even see anything!

“He, hey hold on!

“If a trap activates then we’re all screwed!”

“There are no traps.”

Like No.1000 said there were no traps.

It seemed that getting used to sensory deprivation was the purpose of these trails.

It was the same for the next trial, but in the trial proceeding that one, all five of my senses, no I couldn’t feel the perception of “myself.”

“Are you in front of me?”

“Say something.”

“Hello?”

No matter how much I talked I couldn’t hear any response so I gave up.

And I tried to get a grip of my current situation.

Whether I was sitting, standing, lying down, I couldn’t feel anything.

This went way beyond simply being unable to see anything, I could feel nothing at all.

I thought I’d reached out with my hand, but since I can’t see or feel my hand I couldn’t even tell whether I had or not.

And I realised. Damn it. Then I can’t turn back either?

Do I need to receive No.1000’s help like last time? But even if I did, could I feel it?

The moment I turned back to the previous room the other senses would return so it was possible, but the problem was whether No.1000 would want to return to the room with no sense of taste.

The traps don’t activate but the fog itself remains in the room

From the sixth trial onwards this fog was the difficulty of the trials. The other traps simply made them slightly harder, but in the previous trial there weren’t even any traps.

Because of this there was the choice of returning to the seventh trial if we needed to, but would No.1000 make such a choice?

Wouldn’t she charge forward? But what if the next trial is similar to this one? Would I be stuck struggling in the next trail and always have to rely on No.1000?

“Now that’s not going to happen.”

Didn’t I think of No.1000 as a rival.

Looking pathetically at her back once is more than enough. I can’t be that pathetic any more.

I checked my back by spreading out my mana.

Due to this fog that stuck to my body, surprisingly enough I could definitely confirm the outline of my body.

The moment I tried to use mana to sense my surroundings this black fog stuck to me and prevented it.

Just what how did that blasted instructor expect us to get out from this bloody space! I wanted to yell, but knowing the instructor there was definitely a way to escape.

How much more time passed.

Since I was in a space without any sensation whatsoever I don’t even have a sense of time. Did one minute pass. Did ten. An hour.

As I circulated mana throughout my entire body, a thought came to me.

‘No sensations whatsoever, if I had to pee…’

This was a thought that would never have come to me under normal circumstances.

When I’m trying to hold it in, am I tensing my bladder, or is my brain sending signals to hold it in, I don’t know. But what was certain was.

‘At this rate it will leak.’

Big one, small one, without any sensation whatsoever, it will leak. I felt goosebumps on my skin that could feel no sensations.

The damned asshole instructor. Why does this motherfucker keep pushing the limits of human dignity.

Is that asshole actually human?

I poured out all my body’s mana. The longer I take the more dangerous it is.

Not just me, but there are two others as well. Just as I don’t want to leak and make things awkward between us, I don’t want them to leak and cause things to get awkward between us as well.

In this situation, someone has to take the lead and solve it. But how? How? Just how?

“Ah.”

A sudden exclamation came out of my mouth. A moment of clarity.

The black mana in the air right now is artificially made. And because of that, it rejects my mana.

But, since this wasn’t made by a person but tools, No.17 had been very surprised as we had cleared the trials so far.

“Each and every one is practically a pinnacle of magical engineering, even in the Empire. They’re using the surrounding magic to operate with minimal magic output.”

Although she keeps saying things that make me suspicious of her identity, I didn’t say anything because I was honestly wasn’t one to talk, but what was certain was that No.17 had extremely high talent and knowledge about magic.

And using the craftsmanship that she so admired as the base, if this is a magic that uses the surrounding magic power you can say it is an artificial, and yet natural magic at the same time.

In that case, where did the magic power in my body come from.

All creatures are born with magic power when they are born. But as they grow up, they store the world’s mana in their bodies, grow and get stronger.

Let alone humans, but all living creatures, and the same with the demons that the creators said were different.

In that case, can’t this magic power be used as well?

I tried to inject my magic power into this sticky mana. Of course it rejects it. But as time goes on, the rejection became lesser.

As if it were the same as me, my magic power became gradually more similar to the surrounding magic power.

And so once I became attuned to the surrounding magic power, I became more aware of the surroundings and I became able to recognize and identify everything in the room.

“Did I lose again.”

No.1000 who was blankly staring at me was almost certainly registering me.

No.17 who was emitting mana in a corner with her eyes closed seemed to be finding her own method to solve her problem

“Was this a doorless room.”

Afterwards, having looked around the surroundings, I noticed a relatively large hole in a corner of the room and felt the instructor’s evil intentions once again. Had there not even been the option of accidentally opening the door to get out.

-What are you doing, let’s go.

As I was reflecting on what we’d done so far and what could come out in future, at some point No.17 had come up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

Although naturally I couldn’t feel anything, but the voice that echoed in my head was definitely No.17’s.

“How are you speaking?”