Running Away From The Hero! (Remake) Chapter 15

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.

But the problem was from the next one.

“…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.

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.

“Are you in front of me?”
“Say something.”
“Hello?”

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.

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

“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.

How much more time passed.

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.

‘At this rate it will leak.’

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.

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.

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

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.

“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.”

-What are you doing, let’s go.

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

“How are you speaking?”

-Just can. Try carrying your will into mana and transmitting it to me.

-What are you doing, I said let’s go? If the next trial is similar we can just go back to the seventh.

Unfortunately, No.17 is right.

In the end, No.1000 jumped into the hole first, followed by No.17, then me.

“It doesn’t look like we’ll have to head back to the seventh trial.”

Although the hole was small, it was plenty for us to make a temporary base.

“Should we make camp first before we enter? I want to rest a bit.”

“What about just unloading our gear and going for a look? If there’s a fog then we can just shut the door and rest.”
“Well, that’s not a bad idea either.”

Hm. What would the tenth trial be. When I opened the door with curiosity.

“Hello, my juniors?”

Slam!

“Let’s rest.”
“Sounds good.”

No.17 and I slammed the door shut and trudged back to set up camp for the night.

What I had seen was a wide room and seven people each holding very distinct poses leering at us.

We didn’t know what the next trial was but no matter what it was, it was definitely our hardest trial yet.

“Our Lady Sermir who watches over us. Please, let there be a curse on the instructor.”

***

“Quite incredible.”

What the hell was going on.

Just four months. It took them just four months to get through to the tenth trial.

And that was horrifying enough at the time a few years back, and they chunked even that time down to a half!

And to boot the previous cohort had seven people and these kids are three!

Half the bodies, yet also half the time taken.

Logically it doesn’t make any sense?

To think they passed the ninth gate like that.

“These kids are my best work.”
“Your work is as amazing as ever.”

But openly expressing it is only for the small-fry.

“The tenth trial… we had a hard time ourselves. And doesn’t this cohort have a disadvantage in numbers as well?”
“They’re the ones who shortened your eight-month record to four. They could get through it easier than you might think.”

As for where that special place is…

“Naturally. Compared to an idiot who became a host and had to flee because of women, these kids are much more useful.”

“Ha, haha… I have nothing to say.”

It was a club. Out of the many minor organizations, the place with the best treatment and surprisingly, the place that got the best intelligence.

“And why did it have to be you…”
“The organization doesn’t feed their workers to play around. That’s what instructor always told us every time.”
“That’s true.”

“But they are strong. At the very least I needed Rood or Ragnum.”
“I’ve grown quite a lot as well.”

“You have grown. But do you really think you could beat these kids with just that?”
“To be honest it is quite fearful. No matter that they’re restricted, they a representation of us just before we graduated.”

“As if to prove that you are the weakest, your doppelganger is getting beat up the most.”
“Ah, wait! I, I never got creamed like that”

?unt?: 5

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