The members of the Dark Cult felt that the energy of the entire universe was assisting in the resurrection of the First President.
“The barrier of hell has become looser than at any recorded time in the past few hundred years.”
“This is a level of weakening that is dozens of times greater than the time when the power of hell was significantly weakened due to the strengthening ritual of the Seonhwang.”
“A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will never come again. We must ensure the success of their resurrection!”
In a situation where the energy of the God of Death, one of the 24 divine classes, had weakened more than ever before!
The members of the Dark Cult placed the long-saved belongings of the First President, such as writing tools, sneakers, and soft silk pajamas, on the altar.
“The more we use the items that the First President has used for a long time, the higher the chance of pulling them from beyond the Netherworld through the resurrection ritual.”
“Indeed, the silk pajamas are powerful.”
“It’s not over yet. I have a secret item.”
The members of the Dark Cult, draped in black robes and faces hidden, laid out household items that looked like they came from a kindergarten bazaar.
Zjiang, who was secretly observing the ridiculous atmosphere, made a face as if questioning what kind of people these were, but he grew even more bewildered under the penetrating gaze from the side.
It was easy to dismiss Sia giggling at the sight of the tiny clothes, but it was out of the ordinary for Oknodie to covet them.
“Does this kid match pajamas for a collection too?”
The charity bazaar for the resurrection and summoning of the First President reached its peak.
“This is the teddy bear that is said to have been hugged by them every other night.”
“Ooh!”
“This has… a high score. It’s a rare item that would make them spring up from the Nether as soon as they see it. Where did you find it?”
“I discovered it outside the secret storage after the God of Void passed.”
“Ugh. Is it that the piousness of patrolling their territory every day brought such an opportunity? It’s enviable but understandable luck.”
The childhood friend of Saintess Nepher-tem and the owner of the Red Fanged Mushroom Secret Breeding Ground, Felix.
Zjiang’s face fell as he realized that the intimidating senior, who looked like a serial killer outside, was just doing this inside the Dark Cult.
Oknodie declared it openly, but honestly, no matter how he thought about it, the organization’s name was a problem.
“How’s it going?”
“Just a little longer! If we perform it ourselves, it can replace the annoying rituals, and we have to intervene at a point that’s hard to interrupt!”
The ritual proceeded like fishing.
They inscribed a magical incantation to call the President with the First President’s goods, while simultaneously applying repelling magic to chase away any other presence that might linger.
At the same time, to increase the probability of the First President, who repeatedly died and resurrected by the God of Death, breaking free, they sent off exploding charges to blow up the resurrection site and a pile of obstacles to interfere with sight or magical detection.
This time, as their cherished goods were mobilized, they could penetrate deeper and closer than in previous rituals.
It was perhaps the last effort the Dark Cult would wage, fully determined.
Beep- Beep- Beep-
In the midst of such a ritual, the ominous sound that should not be heard began to throw the ritual site into chaos.
“What’s this? What’s that sound?”
“That’s a bomb timer sound.”
“Did we mishear it?”
Beep- Beep- Beep- Beep-
“Warning. Self-destruct mechanism activated. Countdown: 59, 58…”
It wasn’t a mishearing.
The summoning ritual site filled with tension and fear.
The members became aware of the seriousness of the situation.
“When did the self-destruct mechanism activate?”
“When an unauthorized individual infiltrates a specific area.”
“Due to incorrect entry of the security code.”
“When the emergency facility shutdown code is entered.”
“When destruction of a certain magnitude is detected from external attacks.”
The activation of the self-destruct mechanism without any anomalies indicated that a tremendously powerful attacker had infiltrated the facility unnoticed.
-30. 29…
The ritual had already crossed the point of no return.
“I will stay behind and continue the ritual!”
“Don’t be foolish. Continuing the ritual here will only mean that as soon as they return, they will be swept away by the blast of the self-destruct mechanism back to hell!”
“That’s right. The longer the President stays in hell, the more easily and strongly their body will be pulled back to hell. We need time to endure until the grip of hell weakens.”
It was pointless to force the ritual along while the self-destruct mechanism was activating.
“Then at least the teddy bear!”
“You’re wrong. Those are all items already stepped into hell due to the ritual.”
The official members, who were about to lose all the First President’s goods, looked around the ritual site with desperate faces but had no choice but to leave.
“A gap in the weave!”
Following Zjiang who activated the self-destruct mechanism, Sing’s dimensional slash connected to the center of the ritual site.
Realizing the distortion in space far too late, Felix turned back to the ritual site, but Oknodie had advanced the ritual to the coordinates of hell they knew in a flash.
It was a correction to a coordinate that was not a false resurrection point made by the God of Death to trick humans, but a real confinement point.
Instead of a hellish Shinigami who pretended to be a fish, the true First President found their cherished goods.
Crack!
As the barrier broke and chaos erupted in hell, Oknodie quickly dashed off with the coffin.
“Now! Since the President has bitten the bait, we can continue the ritual even after moving the location!”
“The leap to the ground will take longer now.”
“Oh, it’s okay not to go all the way to the ground. There’s a tunnel dug in the Punishment Room!”
“…Did the Foundation even prepare a technique for digging tunnels in case of being imprisoned in jail?”
“…Papa taught me everything!”
The President of the Foundation, who was breaking records of low reputation with his incomparable wicked early education, even in the Nether!
Without hesitation, Oknodie continued the ritual even in the tunnel, sacrificing one person’s reputation.
In truth, the ritual was nothing different from a claw machine.
The crane is a bit more expensive, and if you use too many goods, they get contaminated with hell’s mana, losing their effectiveness, and you can’t see inside the machine.
But thanks to the investments of the determined members of the Dark Cult, a ten-round manipulation was possible.
Thunk!
However, the spells made by the members of the Dark Cult couldn’t create a Mana Board strong enough to pull the First President to the living world.
“Instant enhancement!”
Oknodie exploded the spells inscribed on the Mana Board right there.
Filling the backpack that once had the risk of spatial vaporization after the death of the God of Void with a ton of Mana Boards to enhance the fishing line caused the board to glow with light.
Sparkle… Sparkle…! Sparkle!
The growing light finally stopped at +7 enhancement.
“When did you make this?”
“I made it when I was bored in the Punishment Room!”
How much preparation had they done in just a day?
The level of preparation was astounding.
“But isn’t this kind of boring for us?”
“Don’t worry! Soon, the seniors of the Dark Cult will notice and come to attack!”
“…”
Zjiang regretted his careless words that had made things bigger, but it was already too late.
Even though the self-destruct mechanism’s activation time had passed, the hideout didn’t explode, and he realized that he had merely replicated the warning function that activates when the self-destruct mechanism is activated.
The escaping members searched with fiery eyes and found Oknodie and the trio hiding underground in no time.
“You guys. How could you do this after all we’ve done for you?”
“Don’t misunderstand. We came to save the President.”
“Then why do this sort of thing?!”
“Because we can’t save him the seniors’ way, and they wouldn’t entrust the ritual to us.”
“No more words. I’ll take him back by force!”
The moment the seniors used their power, Zjiang truly felt the fear of the fourth-year seniors.
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7th Level Disturbance Magic
Incorrect Connection of Pinea-Plea
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With the effect of the artificial disturbance magic circle that even disrupts body electrical signals, every time he tried to move his arm, his eyes closed, and every time he tried to walk, he couldn’t breathe.
The technique of artificially changing the tiny currents transmitted by nerves for the body’s movement completely blocked out any noise, making escape attempts futile.
A powerful nerve disturbance magic that could turn an opponent into a helpless doll in an instant for a one-sided counterattack!
[Spatial Cut]
Sing cut through the connected space to secure a safe distance before the disturbance magic could reach him.
However, he was greatly astonished to see the senior rapidly combining through the space’s cut line that he had just created to approach him in an instant.
[Origin Region – Opening Space]
[Clawing Dual Cycle – Burrowing In]
Following Sing’s swordsmanship, which accelerated his speed by returning to his position through the widened gap of space, the senior’s hand burrowed into the gap in the opening space.
No matter how much he retreated, the same speed and distance followed him, so as the space reached its limit, Sing’s speed slowed, and the senior’s speed quickened.
At the moment Sing could not move anymore, the senior caught Sing’s attack barehanded.
In a clash, the rare metal-level hand overwhelmed him.
As a red line formed on that palm, the power of [Burrowing In] pushed Sing even further out of the extensible range.
It breaks.
The region.
At the moment Sing, pushed beyond what was bearable, froze in fear, the senior’s hand swiftly descended to grab his wrist.
“!!”
Return to the region.
Regain the origin.
But Sing had already lost his sword and allowed a blow to the abdomen, gasping for breath.
In a flash, the powerful pair was rendered helpless, opening the path toward Oknodie.
The power was strong, yet Oknodie’s mana control skill was unparalleled, even compared to the professor level, not the fourth-year seniors.
“I’ve got a big catch!”
SWOOSH!
Oknodie pulled the fishing line as the First President of the Dark Cult, confined beyond the Nether, was dragged along, clinging onto a teddy bear.
“What, what’s that?!”
“Oh my, it’s a Shinigami!!”
Along with a Shinigami, who had clung on to catch such a First President.
“Strike!!”
“Save the President!!”
“You wicked Dark Princess. To act like you’re saving the President while bringing a Shinigami with you to attack us!!”
The unexpected one-plus-one fishing event left Oknodie feeling wronged.
