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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The whirring sound of Infinite Track resonated within my body.
– Infinite Track is essentially an engine that keeps your body moving.
My master’s words echoed in my mind.
‘A device that keeps the body moving.’
It felt like a power generator had been installed next to my heart, constantly pumping blood through my veins.
My mind sharpened, my vision cleared, and the pain from my injuries faded.
Whirrrrrr.
[Natural Mana is now circulating through Infinite Track.]
[Natural Mana is drawing external mana into your body through Infinite Track.]
The Natural Mana, usually sluggish and unresponsive, now actively flowed throughout my body, connecting with the external mana.
“Hoo…”
A simple exhale released a burst of hot air.
Increased stats, temporary skill proficiency boost and active skill activation, sustained combat capabilities…
It was a panacea, a cure-all.
“Come at me, Teddy Bear.”
I’m ready.
Despite my confident words, I couldn’t afford to be reckless.
‘Even with this, the power difference is immense.’
Activating Infinite Track didn’t magically transform the situation.
It merely allowed me to better understand Garan’s movements and predict his actions based on his detailed information.
Expecting anything more was unrealistic.
It was wishful thinking to believe a student who’d just learned Infinite Track could suddenly overpower a high-rank demon.
All I’d gained was the ability to take a more proactive approach instead of simply enduring the beating.
The difference wasn’t drastic.
However…
“…It seems words won’t be enough.”
I’d successfully provoked Garan, and that was a significant achievement.
Bang!
The ground trembled as he charged, closing the distance in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, he was upon me, dark mana swirling around his fist.
‘He’s not using his weapon yet, so he doesn’t intend to kill me.’
It seemed he was reluctant to crush a promising demon sapling who displayed such spirit in a dire situation.
And that hesitation was precisely what I needed to turn the tables.
‘I can still read his movements.’
Whirrrrrr.
Infinite Track heightened my senses, making Garan’s movements appear slow and segmented.
I analyzed his actions, his habits, and predicted his next attack.
‘He’s aiming for the solar plexus.’
I twisted my body, dodging the blow, then immediately struck his designated weak point—his abdomen—with Flash of Insight.
Bang!
I hoped this would continue, but Garan was gradually increasing the intensity of his attacks.
He was testing my limits, pushing me to see how far I could go.
“Interesting, very interesting. I’ve seen many beg for mercy when cornered, but you’re the first to fight back like this. You have talent. The talent of a demon! That desperate yearning for life!”
His grandiose speech, delivered with a booming voice while wearing teddy bear underwear and flexing his monstrous leg muscles, was unintentionally comical.
The contrast was so jarring it was hard not to stare.
“Give up. You know you’re outmatched. You’ve felt my power. Surrender, and become a demon.”
Garan approached slowly, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
His eyes told me this was my last chance. A dagger materialized in his hand.
‘Garan, the Assassin.’
Rumored to have single-handedly decimated an entire city with just a dagger.
Fortunately, it was broad daylight, preventing him from utilizing his stealth abilities effectively.
‘This is it.’
While my natural healing was fast, allowing me to recover from most blows, severed limbs were a different story.
Moreover, if I was cut by that dagger, infused with dark mana, my body would be instantly corrupted, leading to death.
While my Resistance stat offered some protection, it was only a matter of time.
“Why aren’t you answering? I’ll take your silence as refusal. Speak clearly.”
“…”
Thump, thump.
Time was running out as Garan closed in.
The fight between Roomlau and Gainard was still ongoing, and Chaitus was nowhere in sight.
‘Actually, Chaitus’s side will be resolved the quickest.’
The Class S students would kill Chaitus.
This wasn’t a hopeful prediction—it was a certainty based on my knowledge of the game.
When the top students of Class S worked together in a desperate situation…
They would awaken their hidden potential.
‘Especially Woo Do-hyun. Once he awakens, the situation will definitely improve.’
Hoping for that outcome, I responded to Garan.
“I have a question.”
I maintained a respectful tone, hoping to appease him and create the impression that I might actually consider his offer.
“What is it?”
Thump.
Garan, seeing my hesitant gaze fixed on his dagger and the dark mana radiating from his body, mistook it for surrender and stopped.
I’d bought myself about ten seconds, which was enough to execute my next move.
“If I become a demon, do I also have to wear teddy bear underwear? You know, the cute and cuddly kind with the brown fur and adorable black eyes?”
“Pfft.”
Comedy is all about the unexpected.
Recalling that famous saying, my joke, delivered in the midst of a life-or-death situation, made Roomlau burst out laughing.
It was blatant mockery.
Garan, realizing he’d been tricked, flushed crimson and resumed his approach.
This time, however, his footsteps were heavier, the thumps echoing angrily through the training grounds.
“Fine… I understand.”
With a deep sigh, Garan vanished.
Whoosh.
I immediately spun to the left and retreated two steps.
‘Garan’s first attack always targets the heart. It’s a habit from his assassin days, and demons can easily regenerate their hearts anyway.’
If words won’t persuade you, then I’ll beat you into submission.
That was Garan’s usual recruitment strategy.
‘The students probably went towards the research lab, which means they might receive the Manaplate Armor and return.’
If Woo Do-hyun and the others managed to defeat Chaitus and bring the Manaplate Armor…
That would completely turn the tables.
Therefore, my current objective was to slowly wear down Garan, chipping away at his health until I could deliver a finishing blow.
To create the perfect opening, I needed him to underestimate me, to believe I was harmless.
“I’ve tested your speed. What else have you got? Seems like you’ve shown me everything.”
“I haven’t shown you my underwear yet.”
“You’re still joking at a time like this?”
This lunatic.
Garan frowned, genuinely annoyed by my nonchalant response as I continued to evade his attacks by a hair’s breadth.
He must have been frustrated, so close to catching me yet unable to land a decisive blow.
‘Predicting his next move makes this so much easier.’
I anticipated his attacks, his follow-up moves, even the subtle shifts in his muscles, and dodged accordingly. Infinite Track had amplified my senses, allowing for these seemingly impossible feats.
Bang!
Between dodging, I’d also use Weaving to wrap spider silk around my arm, spinning it like a drill before unleashing Flash of Insight.
While my attacks might feel like mosquito bites, my Resistance stat meant they weren’t entirely negligible.
A few might be cute, but they’d start to add up.
“…You’re quite agile.”
Garan, realizing his current approach wasn’t working, created some distance and looked at me, a thoughtful expression on his face.
He seemed to be contemplating whether to kill me or continue trying to recruit me. His emotions were clearly written on his face.
And in that moment of hesitation…
I launched my second plan.
[Activating General’s Shout.]
“Is this all Class S is capable of?! Eliminate the enemy before you and regroup at the training grounds! That is all!”
With the General’s Shout buff about to expire, I refreshed it with another shout.
And this shout…
‘…would accelerate their awakening.’
If you can’t handle a situation alone, call for backup.
There’s strength in numbers.
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No one could touch Chaitus. They were helplessly being defeated, one after another. Despair threatened to consume them as they lay scattered on the ground, their fighting spirit broken. And then…
Is this all Class S is capable of?! Eliminate the enemy before you and regroup at the training grounds! That is all!
The class president’s voice echoed from afar, as if he was overseeing the entire battlefield.
His calm command, ordering them to defeat a high-rank demon and return to the training grounds, was so absurd it was almost comical. His unwavering confidence in their victory brought a wry smile to their faces.
“Does he really think words alone will work? That commoner…”
“Seok-hyun’s really casual with his speech, isn’t he?”
I’ll have to talk to him about that later.
Hope flickered anew.
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Nice Mod