Chapter 3. Transcendent One-Punch
A blue, translucent body.
A female form about one meter tall.
The spirit of cold, Pril, twisted her entire body and rolled on the floor.
ăAagh! I’m bored.ă
She was the guardian protecting this dungeon.
Not by choice.
ăDamn you, Tenauges!!ă
She was tricked by the Dragon Lord, Tenauges, and forcibly made into a guardian.
ăHeh⌠I shouldnât have trusted a dragon.ă
She sighed deeply.
The price for opening your heart to one who shouldnât be trusted was harsh.
Ten thousand years.
A full ten thousand years.
She had been trapped here and forced to be a guardian all that time.
What Pril did during those years was simple.
ăIâm bored. I said Iâm bored!ă
âŚNothing.
Her role as guardian was to block any intruder who was not a âdragonâ entering here.
But in ten thousand years, no intruder had come.
ăI was never even needed in the first place, damn lizard.ă
Because the barrier Tenauges set was already too powerful.
A barrier that could only be broken by someone with over a million mana?
If you werenât a dragon, exceeding a million mana was almost impossible.
That wasnât the only problem.
ăWhat kind of balance is this, after wiping out everything!ă
The dragon race was extinct.
After the last Dragon Lord Tenauges, ten thousand years ago.
So Pril was trapped here, spending meaningless years.
Waiting for visitors or intruders who would never come.
ăWaaaaah!ă
So today, she screamed once again, with no one to hear.
Thenâ
Boom!
Breaking through ten thousand years of silence, a loud roar echoed in the dungeon.
ăâŚHuh?ă
Caught off guard, Prilâs thoughts froze.
But then she realizedâ
ăC-could it be an intruder!?ă
Someone had come here for the first time in ten thousand years.
âSomeone whoâs not a dragon but has over a million mana!?â
For a moment, she questioned itâbut it was trivial.
The important thing was that after ten thousand years alone, someone else had come.
Excited, she headed toward the source of the sound.
And she saw.
Crunch.
Crack.
A human breaking a glass bottle using only their face, limbs shattered.
ăâŚWhat kind of crazy person is this?ă
The first change in a place where nothing seemed to ever happen.
And the intruder causing it was, of all things, a lunatic.
Wriggling desperately, trying to break the bottle despite being on the brink of death.
Whatever liquid was inside the bottle, to Pril it looked like just…
ăâŚA junkie?ă
A drug addict craving drugs even at deathâs door.
ăSigh. Hey.ă
Pril sighed and poked the intruder with her foot.
She hoped for at least an intelligent being she could talk toâbut this was hopeless.
Crunchâ
Even now, look.
This lunatic, despite being poked, kept at what they were doing without flinching.
Clearly obsessed with their craving, nothing else seemed to register.
ăTch. This is disgustingly boring.ă
Pril changed course upon seeing how the intruder ignored her.
She just decided to watch this pathetic scene.
Surprisingly, it was somewhat interesting in its desperation.
And thenâ
Clangâ
Gulp gulp.
The lunatic succeeded in breaking the bottle and drank whatever was inside.
ăOh. Success!ă
Pril clapped without realizing.
A drug addictâs drinking show after ten thousand years was more entertaining than she expected.
Thenâ
ăHuh?ă
The drug addict weakly turned their head and their eyes met Prilâs.
âWho⌠are you?â
Their gaze and voice were surprisingly clear.
ăWait, thereâs some reason left?ă
Pril was quite surprised.
She thought theyâd just laugh madly, but this was unexpected.
ââŚâŚâ
The intruder said nothing.
ăWhatever, doesnât matter. Iâm a guardian!ă
âGuardian?â
ăI block any non-dragon beings from entering this dungeon.ă
Pril answered straightforwardly.
Having been alone for ten thousand years, even this little conversation was interesting.
ââŚDoes that mean you want to kill me?â
ăHmm. Probably?ă
Reluctantly, a contract was a contract.
Because of the compulsion, it was impossible to spare an intruderâs life.
Howeverâ
âHumans live roughly eighty years?â
There was no need to kill immediately.
The contract said nothing about that.
âSo technically, itâs not a contract violation. Yeah.â
Letting someone die naturally was still death, after all.
Pril nodded approvingly at her own smart thinking.
If she killed the intruder, sheâd be alone againâand that would be too boring.
âI donât want that!â
She never wanted that.
âWhewâŚâ
But thenâ
âUgh.â
Suddenly, the intruderâs body changed.
They pushed off the ground and started to stand.
Then raised a fist toward her.
Click.
ăWhat are you doing?ă
âCanât you tell? Iâm getting ready to fight.â
ăWhy?ă
âYou said⌠youâd kill me.â
ăTrue, but with that body?ă
ââŚâŚâ
She was right.
Shaking, the intruder painfully stood on trembling limbs.
His arms and legs shook like leaves in the wind, sweat poured down his body.
It was remarkable that he had recovered this much, but it was unreasonable to consider him battle-ready.
Besides, she was no weak spiritâshe was ranked among the top spirits.
Pril couldnât understand the intruderâs choice.
âIâŚâ
The intruder seemed aware of that too.
If he fought her here, nine times out of tenâor rather, ten out of tenâheâd die.
He bit his lip and continued.
âI have to live⌠ugh!â
ăâŚâŚ?ă
Crack!
His body that was steeling his will suddenly collapsed.
With the sound of breaking.
âDamnâŚâ
ăWhat are you doing?ă
âDamn mana overloadâŚâ
Before Pril could do anything, the intruder self-destructed.
His determined will met a futile end.
Pril approached him.
âUgh⌠gah!â
A scream burst from the intruderâs mouth.
Crack!
Simultaneously, something inside his body exploded and his arm twisted in a grotesque direction.
ăWhat is this⌠mana?ă
Then Pril realized.
An enormous amount of mana was running rampant inside his body.
And his body was breaking because it couldnât handle the mana.
âDamn it…!â
The intruder tried to move somehow, but it was hopeless now.
The uncontrolled mana was grinding his body to pieces.
If Pril did nothing, he would still die.
ăâŚUh? That canât happen.ă
Seeing this, Pril suddenly became desperate.
She thought sheâd have at least several decades less boredom.
If he died like this, sheâd face endless loneliness again.
But she couldnât save him.
That would clearly violate the contract.
ăHey, hey! Donât die!ă
âI donât want to die either, ugh!â
Pril was flustered.
What could she do in this situation?
Even in her long spirit life, there was no solution for this.
ăHow the hell did this guy get so much mana⌠ah?!ă
Then she suddenly realized.
âThis guy might not even be human?â
There was a way to save the intruder without breaking the contract.
âRight. I heard some dragons have polymorph abilities.â
He looked human but could actually be a dragon.
Prilâs contract with Tenauges was to block intruders who are not dragons.
Also, the intruder had broken Tenaugesâ barrier.
âYou canât break the barrier unless you have dragon-class mana.â
It wasnât impossible he was a real dragon.
The idea seemed better and better.
So she asked the intruder.
ăHey. Are you a dragon?ă
âWha⌠ugh.â
ăAre you a dragon or not?ă
âWhat the hellââ
ăHey, answer me properly.ă
But there was a condition.
âHonestly, thereâs no guarantee heâs not human.â
She needed to be sure he was a dragon.
Otherwise, she couldnât help him because of the contract.
At least she could try if she wasnât sure he was human.
ăLast question. Are you a dragon?ă
If he just answered yes here, Pril was ready to be fooled gladly.
The intruder, suffering in pain, barely opened his mouth.
âUgh⌠I of course amâŚâ
ăHey. Are you a dragon?ă
The blue, translucent woman who said sheâd kill me asked.
Probably a spirit or something.
Iâd never seen one but had heard of them.
Though Iâd never heard of one talking.
But the important thing was not who she was.
It was that she tried to kill me.
I didnât want to die easily so I tried to fightâbut my mana went out of control and I almost died.
Then suddenly she asked if I was a dragon.
Honestly, I didnât have time to answer.
âWha⌠ugh!â
Just holding back the raging mana was already exhausting.
The pain from my broken, crushed body was an extra.
ăAre you a dragon or not?ă
âWhat the hellââ
ăHey, answer me properly.ă
But she was persistent.
I wondered what answer she wanted as she kept asking if I was a dragon.
ââŚSomethingâs up.â
And suddenly, I felt a signal in the question.
ăLast question. Are you a dragon?ă
The final question.
Could my answer be the key to survival?
âDamn.â
No matter what, it was better than fighting her, climbing the cliff, returning to the guild, getting mana suppressants, and then taking them.
What should I answer?
Truthfully deny?
Or just say yes?
âThink.â
I painfully searched for clues through the numbness of pain.
âShe wanted to kill me.â
Block the intruder.
That must be what it meant.
âSo I am the intruderâŚâ
Crack crack crackâ
âUghhh.â
Even so, my mana wildly surged.
A terrible pain struck my entire body.
My bones and muscles felt crushed.
Even though the potionâs healing effect was still active, this destruction was far worse.
âUgh⌠I of course amâŚâ
I said it anyway.
And thoughtâ
âI might be considered not an intruder.â
Then the correct answer must beâ
âIâm a dr-dragon!â
That must be it.
At the last moment, I remembered the spiritâs words about blocking ânon-dragonâ intruders.
ăOh! Thatâs right. Good. Wait a moment.ă
Was that the right answer?
The spirit looked pleased and disappeared somewhere.
Then suddenly returned and stuffed something into my mouth.
ăEat this.ă
âHuh!â
No right to refuse.
The thing melted as soon as it touched my mouth and was absorbed.
Ding!
[Skill Core (Power: Breath) absorbed.]
ăPower: Breath â Skill, Mythicală
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A dragonâs power that releases a massive amount of mana all at once.
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Consumes all stored mana upon use, causing massive damage proportional to mana consumed.
[New skill acquired.]
[âPower: Breathâ is a dragon-exclusive skill.]
[Conditions met!]
[Hidden Easter Egg activated.]
[Changed to a human-adapted, humanoid skill.]
[âPower: One-Punchâ acquired.]
ăPower: One-Punch â Skill, Transcendentă
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Concentrates all mana into a single punch.
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Originally a dragonâs power but transformed for humans.
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Consumes all stored mana on use, dealing massive damage proportional to mana consumed.
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Causes mana exhaustion immediately after use.
[âPower: One-Punchâ has been engraved onto the userâs soul.]
In an instant, a flood of system messages appeared.
Before I could absorb the informationâ
âOne-Punch?â
The skill acquired and how to use it imprinted itself on my mind.
ăGot it? Then use it. Hurry!ă
Following the spiritâs words, I struggled to raise my arm.
Towards the thick fog before me.
ăWait, wait. Not that wayâŚ!ă
The spirit seemed about to say something else, but I was already using the skill.
[âPower: One-Punchâ skill activated.]
[Massive mana consumption!]
Toquaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!