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I Reincarnated As The Greatest Genius of a Prestigious Family!

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Chapter 69: Holy Core (1)

Priscilla was an elite of the Theology Department. She lived in Dantère Hall—and on the ninth floor, at that.

Among all the fourth-year students, and even the graduating students, she was considered to be unrivaled in terms of divine power. She was also known as an intelligent and beautiful senior.

Of course, the recent dormitory disciplinary action damaged her image a bit, but since her image had been so good, it wasn't a big blow.

Therefore, Priscilla was the center of the entire church’s attention and was the one who many predicted would either be the first female pope, or even the next saint.

Such talent was currently一

'Crazy bitch, crazy bitch. Crazy bitch who’s thirsty for men.'

Not only had she entered the restricted area to be able to freely see her secret lover whenever she wanted, but she was also participating in this trio’s crazy plan.

She was even using her divine powers, which she normally never shared.

"I must be out of my mind.” Priscilla blessed them with a sigh that was almost a scream. "O’, divine power! O’, great waves! Answer my prayer and bestow the Holy Spirit’s mercy upon this person!”

For Leila, on Leila's sword. For Ernest, on his entire body. For herself, on her staff.

“Oh!”

“Oh, oh! So this is divine power!”

Thanks to this, the two who received a divine blessing for the first time exclaimed in surprise.

As expected from Priscilla, her divine power had greatly improved not only their ability to fight the undead but also their overall physical abilities.

Of course, Priscilla felt like she was dying. After three consecutive blessings, all of her strength had been drained away.

But even amid all of this hardship, Priscilla was secretly smiling at the thought that after this, she could go out whenever she wanted to see her lover.

“Crazy bitch.” Even so, she muttered curses that an elite student of the Theology Department should not be uttering.

“All done?”

“Yeah. Haah…”

Dane looked at Priscilla, who looked tired, and the two who looked energetic, then opened his subspace and took out a single spear. Then he held the spear upside down and put his hand on the doorknob.

“Then, I’m opening the door.”

It was then revealed why Dane was holding his spear upside down.

“Guuuu!”

Pshhhk!

The head of the first undead to rush in was shattered in an instant.

“…Oh shit.”

Priscilla looked dumbfounded at this unexpected sight.

The Undead were protected by necromancy. Contrary to popular belief, when powerful necromancy was applied to a corpse, the body was not destroyed by a single blow but rather was reborn as an undead with a strengthened body.

If someone as powerful as Saint Aimar died and his divine power was completely converted into necromancy, the intensity would probably be enormous…

“I’ll take the vanguard. Leila, take care of me.”

“Y-yeah!”

Dane was crushing the head of the second undead with a very calm voice.

Pow!

That was a first year student?

That was a freshman?

Even if he was a child of House Sogres, and even though he was in the Autonomous Department…

“What the hell…?”

Didn’t that just go beyond the norm?

“Leila, mana!”

At Dane's shout, Leila instinctively released her magic power.

“Gwaeook!”

Before the undead's hand could reach her, she was able to rip off half its neck, almost burning it with her magic power.

“Haa, haa.”

It was at that moment that Leila's first real battle began.

'My hands are shaking.'

She didn’t think she’d ever been this nervous, not even when competing for the trophy at the Dantère Cup. She realized that there was a huge difference between a tournament held in front of an audience with all safety measures in place and a real fight where her life was on the line.

Of course, there was no need to worry about dying.

“Leila. Calm down.”

Her best friend Dane was here and一

“Leila. If it’s dangerous, I’ll throw myself at it!”

There was an exploration addict who boasted that he would protect her even though he couldn’t seem to even lift a sword properly.

“Die! If you died once, die again!”

…There was also Priscilla, who did not hesitate to make remarks that were out of place in the Theology Department.

Priscilla possessed divine powers. Simply releasing her divine powers caused the undead to disappear. Of course, it didn’t happen every time. There were some gaps, and every time she used it, her stamina would decrease noticeably.

“Haah…”

Leila calmly took hold of her sword.

Fourteen years old.

Leila was a dual-class, which was a difficult level for a fourteen-year-old to reach. Frankly, Dane was just a monster. Leila was a swordsmanship genius who had won the Dantère Cup.

'I can't afford to tarnish my family name.'

Leila released her mana and split the head of the undead that was rushing forward vertically.

That, too, happened all at once.

“That’s it,” Dane said in a matter-of-fact tone—as if he had expected her to be able to do so.

Of course, Leila's strength drained away for a moment.

“What the hell is he?” Priscilla muttered blankly, looking at Dane, who had already turned the area around him into a pile of undead 'corpses'.

Was that even possible? He wasn’t even using the spear’s blade! He was destroying the Undead with the blunt end!

“Why is he hitting them with the stick end…?”

Ernest answered Leila's muttering, “Because it would be a shame to hurt the blade’s edge?”

That wasn’t it.

'The wider the contact area, the better the impact.'

Dane recalled once having been forced to fight with a broken spear on the battlefield.

Surprisingly, it wasn't bad. In a fight, helmets would come off. By hitting the exposed head, you could deliver a sufficient deadly blow without a blade.

Simply put, to Dane, these Undead were no different from enemy soldiers without helmets.

Well, there was also the secondary factor that blunt weapons worked better than bladed weapons against the Undead. That didn’t mean other people could do it, too.

Ancient Magic.

Dane's wealth of experience.

Plus talent.

Pshhhk!

“That makes thirteen.”

Even if the Undead was born from Saint Aimar’s divine power, it was nothing in front of Dane unless it had some special ability.

After all, their abilities were different. There was a reason Dane acted calm and told the others not to worry even though they were crawling into such a dangerous place.

'Well, if it didn't work out, I was going to run away.'

Of course, if Dane thought it wasn’t plausible, he planned to wait until later. Rather than moving according to a thorough plan, Dane was the type to just push ahead once he had a rough estimate of success.

This was because he had a wealth of experience. The battlefield was a constantly changing environment, which forced you to rely on instinct rather than planning.

A commander might not be able to do so, but Dane was literally a foot soldier. Even though it seemed like Dane was acting without a thought, in reality, he was constantly alert and looking around for an escape route.

As such, the Undead in St. Aimar’s Hall were having their heads crushed one by one under the tyrannical intruder.

“Damn.”

Thanks to that, Priscilla's gaze never left Dane.

Who would have thought that with just one spear, and with the bladeless end at that, he could fight the Undead? Even those who aspired to become knights couldn’t compare.

Leila was also amazing.

Who would have thought that she could adapt to real battle so quickly? Although her greatness was hidden due to Dane, she was a great talent and a genius in swordsmanship. After all, she was a winner of the Dantère Cup.

'If my father saw this, would he be proud?'

Leila swung her sword without stopping.

On the other hand…

'I want to do something, too!'

Ernest was the only one standing still, protected by the two women.

Of course, Ernest did his best—and more. He deciphered the map, erased the party’s traces on their way here, and would be able to return to action once the Undead were defeated.

However, after his encounter with Bronn’s gang, Ernest felt a need to become stronger as a man.

'Once this expedition is over, I'll ask Dane to teach me how to protect myself, whether with a sword or a spear.'

“A morning star, huh?”

Dane, unaware of Ernest’s new resolution, picked up a morning star that had been dropped by several Undead as they disappeared. It was a fearsome weapon with a round ball embedded with spikes attached to the end of a stick.

Perhaps they were warrior priests?

“It’s been a while.”

In his previous life, Dane lived on the battlefield. He had tried using blunt weapons, which were as common as swords, as a last resort several times. Now, his skill was starting to show.

Thud! Thunk!

“Not bad.”

The fact that he was swinging a blunt weapon at the heads of priests who were noble in their past lives was a bit odd, but now that they were Undead, so what? Dane took the opportunity to put his spear back into his subspace and swung the morning star, recalling old memories.

How much time had passed since then?

“Haa, haa.”

“Fuu, fuuu.”

Although political reasons were a big part of it, the Undead were Undead. However, they defeated more than half of the burdensome undead hordes and, finally, the core was starting to come into view.

“So that’s it.”

There were so many undead that it was difficult to find the location of the core, but now they could see it.

Dane smiled broadly.

“Dane! You can’t break the core in one go! You have to inject a high concentration of mana into it at once! It takes a long time, so like I said before, start by clearing out the surrounding undead…” Priscilla screamed.

“Dane seems to be trying to do something.”

Dane was waving his hands rapidly, doing something even as the undead approached. Priscilla immediately realized what Dane was trying to do.

“Magic… rearrangement?”

Rearranging one’s mana meant casting a spell.

“Is he trying to sweep them all away with magic?”

It wasn’t a bad choice. However, if he didn’t break the heads, it would only drain his mana severely.

What was he trying to do?

She knew she should stop him, but for some reason, Priscilla just watched. She wondered what that ridiculous boy would do.

Boom!

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At that moment, a wave so strong that the other three could feel it immediately emanated from Dane's body, and soon he released the magic power.

What appeared were four spears made of mana.

“«Magic Spear»?”

3-chain attack magic.

It was definitely powerful, but she wasn’t sure. It was too inefficient to kill just four undead. The way to deal with the undead was to kill as many as possible with the least amount of force, so what was he going to do?

“There is a straight path ahead, so there’s no need to take a detour. Karnas.”

“Kikreuk!”

At that moment, Karnas burst out of Dane's arms and breathed flames at the magical spears that Dane had summoned.

Fwoosh!

The magical spears were instantly engulfed by Karnas’s flames. Recalling how Karnas’ flames had melted the dorm’s magical barrier, Dane decided to apply this principle to the core.

“What is that…?”

The three stared blankly at the burning spears. Now he was adding flames to the spell?

“I… I don’t know much about magic, but is that possible?”

“Uh, um…”

Leila and Ernest murmured.

“Impossible. At the very least, at that age…” Priscilla muttered.

With this, the dragon's flame was added to the magic spear.

“Well done, Karnas.”

“Kirrrrr~!”

Dane threw the spears with all his might.

Swish!

Four spears of mana tore through the air. The target was the dark blue core that had just begun to come into view.

“N-no way!”

It was ridiculous. The core that formed and maintained the Undead boasted tremendous strength, so even after all the undead were destroyed, there were cases where it remained intact.

But Dane was planning to destroy it with a long-range 3-chain spell?

'It's reckless.'

Only Priscilla, who knew this fact, was shocked.

But the moment the core was struck by four spears of mana一

Crack!

—the core was blown to pieces with a hollow sound.

"Guuuuuuuu!"

“Gwaaaaaaaah!”

At the same time, the remaining undead and the undead that were still writhing even with their heads shattered screamed and collapsed.

Then, they disappeared.

The hall, which had been chaotic due to the screams of the undead, suddenly became as quiet as a church.

“What the hell…?”

It was beyond absurd.

Priscilla, of course, didn't know what kind of magic Dane had, so she thought it was impossible.

But Dane shattered the core.

With a 3-chain spell.

“As expected of Dane!”

“Good job, Dane!”

Did they know about Dane’s magic or did they just not have basic knowledge about the core? Whatever it was, it was absurd.

“What the hell is this?”

Priscilla remembered the time she almost shat herself to death trying to break an Undead's core. She lost all strength. It was definitely not because she used a lot of divine power.

However一

Boom boom boom!

Priscilla soon had to come to her senses.

"No way."

Priscilla suddenly thought of one possibility.

Very occasionally, there were cases where it didn’t end even if the core was broken. There was a very low probability of it happening, but it definitely existed.

And in that case…

“How dare you… invade our halls…”

Nine times out of ten, the most powerful undead that appeared was none other than the core itself.

Like right now.

“…It wasn’t over?”

“L-Leila. It looks really dangerous.”

What appeared where the core was…

“Revenant…”

The one who returned.

It was a Revenant.

It was Saint Aimar, who built this hall and was unjustly put to death.

Why didn't she think of it?

The necromancy of this hall was caused by the corruption of Saint Aimar’s divine power upon his death. If so, then it was only natural that Saint Aimar would also become undead.

A very powerful undead, at that.

Even his appearance was so very different from his life.

“Get out… I have to guard this place…”

Not only was he not wearing a robe, but his entire body was covered in hideous wounds, his eyes were emitting a blood-red light, and the black waves rising from his entire body made even Priscilla step back.

Then there was Saint Aimar’s resentment, which only Priscilla, a cleric, could feel.

“It’s too strong…”

Saint Aimer died under the merciless oppression of the emperor. However, he cared for the poor and lived in lowly places until the end.

But maybe that was why.

The belief from back then had now turned into resentment and was causing his madness as a Revenant.

This was dangerous. The stronger the resentment from one's life before death, the stronger the Revenant became.

And if it were the resentment of someone with Saint Aimar’s divine powers, someone who was also unjustly killed?

“We have to run away.”

"Huh?"

“We have to run away! It’s too dangerous!”

Just as Priscilla's scream burst out—

“I guess… it would be better to take up the sword?”

Shlink.

But Dane seemed to have no intention of backing down.

Also, he didn't seem scared or nervous.

Dane threw the morning star he was holding on the floor and drew his sword from his subspace.

“After all, I’m most familiar with the sword.”

The Revenant Saint Aimar said as it looked at Dane, “Get out…”

"If I liberate him, will that resentment end?"

“How dare you… a child like you try to set me free?”

Dane grinned.

“Yeah. That’s the plan.”

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