Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

210 Liz’s Little Adventure (Part 2)

In no time at all, the two of them had captured the Faerie who had stormed into the cargo hold.

Despite the fact that her eyes shone with the divine golden light that marked her as a high-ranking, God-era faerie, she was no match for the duo and was quickly subdued.

It wasn’t even much of a fight, as the captured Faerie had simply covered her head and tried to flee as soon as she realized the other party was hostile.

Faeries, being the peaceful creatures they are, rarely take the initiative in battle and often have a hard time comprehending the concept of fighting from their perspective.

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Most Transcendent beings were similar in nature. Despite their innate strength, they were often weaker than mortals who had honed their combat skills and developed them into a systematic art passed down through the generations. This was because they didn’t need to fight for survival like mortals did.

In the early days of civilization, before magic was fully understood, mortal warriors wielding bronze weapons and wearing leather armor were humanity’s greatest weapon against Transcendents. They were able to defeat these powerful beings and conquer the Vic Continent.

Faeries, a harmless species, were considered fortunate in this regard. Other Transcendent creatures, like the Elemental Spirits, were much harder to control and were often imprisoned in demiplanes and transformed into Elemental Souls to be used in summoning spells.

Without someone to give her orders, Liz, a faerie who had no understanding of battle, would simply try to escape when faced with danger. It was no surprise, then, that she quickly surrendered.

The elven magic chanter in the lead held a cage made of shadows, the faint green flame of Soul Fire flickering over it like a veil.

Liz, trapped inside, stared at the flames in a daze and wondered if she was doomed in her current predicament.

“Ah… why would a God-era faerie leave the forest and end up on this ship?” the elf carrying the cage asked sleepily as he yawned.

Even though he had set up a defensive barrier, just a few wisps of the sleeping dust-tainted air made him drowsy and his eyelids heavy. And this was with his mind as a magic chanter far surpassing that of an ordinary person. If it had been a normal person, they would have already fallen asleep.

No one answered his question—not that Liz, unhappy in her cage, had much to say. His other companion was already sprawled on the ground, snoring softly between breaths.

This guy had probably inhaled a bit more dust than him.

A God-era faerie born from a high-level medium was just that powerful. Their dust could put someone into a near-death slumber with just a tiny dose.

The elf stumbled towards the middle of the cargo hold, placing the shadow birdcage next to the safe.

“Why are you here?” the elven magic chanter asked, his heavy eyelids barely able to stay open. As he spoke, the emerald-green flames surrounding the cage flared up slightly, threatening Liz.

“I… It’s because… before…” Liz stammered, trying to come up with a story on the spot. But before she could finish, the other party suddenly slapped himself.

This slap startled Liz more than the emerald fire curtain that had been activated.

The person with the palm print on his face shook his head, trying to shake off the sleepiness. Then, he continued in a tired voice, “Forget it. It doesn’t matter where you came from, but if you want to live and regain your freedom, I need you to help me do something.”

The elven mage, fighting off the temptation of sleep, didn’t bother to ask any more questions.

As the other party’s eyelids kept twitching, Liz frantically asked, “What is it?”

“Open this chest,” the other party said, patting the intricate chest next to Liz as he yawned.

“Open this chest?”

Liz repeated, seeking confirmation.

The person nodded.

“Yes. There’s a self-destruct lock at the core of this chest that’s proving to be a major nuisance. Without the password, I need your help to open it.”

At this, Liz realized what the graffiti she had drawn on the small pieces of paper was for.

“Oh, I see…” she exclaimed excitedly as she clapped her hands happily.

But before she could finish her thought, the other party interrupted her impatiently.

“Don’t get too excited. Let me finish!”

He knew all too well that faeries, who were usually scatterbrained, could get excited over the slightest thing. So he rushed to stop Liz and continued, “Without the password, it’s almost impossible to crack this safe from the outside. If you use lightning spells to forcefully open the space inside, it’ll cause an unstable spatial rift to explode…”

Faeries were the only known beings capable of carrying out spatial control without using lightning spells.

To retrieve everything inside the chest without setting off any of the mechanisms, an extremely high-level faerie was needed.

The other party had originally planned on giving up, but then he stumbled upon the highest-ranking God-era faerie. Ge couldn’t help but sigh in relief that he had struck it lucky.

“…Do you understand what I’m saying now?”

After briefly explaining the general process to the imprisoned faerie, the other party looked at Liz who nodded blankly.

But can’t I just open it with the password? Liz thought to herself.

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As the girl’s mind controlled the bright red weapon, it sliced through countless Conspiracy threads, tearing them apart like they had been hit by a storm.

Remides’s agile dance steps started to slow down.

They should have been evenly matched in terms of combat strength. Both specialized in dealing with high-level magic chanters, they didn’t have any advantage over each other. Ignoring the mysterious Instant Death authority, they should have been evenly matched in a fair battle.

But this wasn’t a fair battle.

There was no such thing as a fair duel on the battlefield.

To put it simply, Remides excelled at positional battles in a narrow, complicated terrain like an Underground City. When the Glazed Moon—Miserable Death was fully activated, she became a lethal dancer, combining reconnaissance, control, and mobility to completely dominate the rhythm of the battlefield.

In addition, her seven blessed arrows allowed her to deal high damage and flexibly handle enemies with different weaknesses.

However, in this empty throne room hall, her seven arrows were temporarily sealed and the thick fog exposed the trajectory of her threads. It was like removing a tiger’s claws and making it fight an adult lion in an empty gladiator pit.

Given the circumstances, it was impressive that she had lasted so long with just her agility.

Not good… Did Liz really screw up?

William’s expression became increasingly grim as he muttered to himself. He had hoped his contingency plan would work, but now it seemed like it wasn’t going to happen. He sighed softly and quietly reached into the storage space where he kept his Sealed Magic runes.

These one-time consumables were not very effective in battles at this caliber. In the game, consumables were not enhanced by the spellcaster’s spells, but in reality, it was inevitable that a lot of mana would be used when the spellcaster stored and used spells.

The Sealed Magic runes were just inanimate objects, after all. They couldn’t accurately adjust the flow of mana on their own.

However, if the number of runes reached a certain level, it could cause a major shift in the battle.

William was worried about this possibility. Before this mission, he had taken about 20% of the Sealed Magic runes from the Treasure Hall that had destructive effects. Most of them were items he had used to increase his proficiency in enchantment skills.

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If he used these runes with the intention of sacrificing himself, they could theoretically solve the current predicament in the throne room.

The situation would be resolved by destroying the entire throne room.

I’ll first remind Remides to head for a safe area before activating…

William was about to use soul voice to inform her when something unexpected happened on the battlefield.

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