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章節 441: Deaths and Drills

Red and blue flashing lights covered outside the entrance of the Seacliff Mining Station where the dungeon was located. Already a large crowd of miners and other workers had formed, all watching the ambulances and security personnel waiting at the entrance.

Shortly after a group of rag tagged medical staff and their escorts came running out with stretchers carrying the critical wounded between them. They rushed up to the waiting ambulances and the crowd parted to allow the ambulances to rush the wounded to the hospital where the emergency rooms were already ready and standing by to receive them.

Karl watched as the next group of people carried out the bodies of the dead. He looked at the remaining Adventurers' Inc. members who could still walk, escorting the remains of their comrades out. Karl saw the two youngsters covered in blood and their faces were ashen being laid out by the usually cheerful Leon, whose expression was grim and dark.

"Turok!" Karl called out at the unmistakable figure of the bulky Orc. Turok paused and spotted Karl and he strolled over, his body covered in blood and wounds. "What happened?"

Turok gave a sigh and set his surprisingly clean double bladed axe down down. "Any drinks?"

Karl gestured to one of the support staff and the elf returned with several flasks of cold water, which Turok gratefully took one and finished it in one go, before opening another bottle and pouring it over his body.

Turok gave a grimace as the water caused some of his wounds to sting and he sat down. "Dark King... Many bones warriors..."

"Dark magic very strong..." Turok explained. "Team Two and Three wiped out by dark magic..."

"Too many bone warriors... Cannot die..." Turok took another bottle of water and gulped down its contents. "Dark magic keep bring back many bone warriors..."

"We charged to Dark King," Turok said and gestured to the black body bags being laid out. "Great courage them. Many died to reach Dark King."

Turok patted his axe beside him and mimicked a chopping motion with his hands, "Smash dark magic with Mooncleaver! Chop, chop, chop, Dark King into many pieces! And level cleared!"

Karl shook his head dejectedly, "Shit... this mission just effectively crippled two thirds of our teams!"

"Did you see what was on the last level?" Karl asked.

Turok nodded in acknowledgement, "Last level covered in liquid fire with long bridge in middle!"

"Lava?" Karl frowned. "Did you see what monsters were at that level?"

Turok gave a shrug, "Nope."

"Alright..." Karl replied and he gestured towards the exit. "Go rest and recover, I will handle the rest here."

Turok nodded and stood up, swinging his axe over his shoulder and strolled out with a slight limp. He waved away the medical team that approached him and headed towards the rows of body bags and he kneeled down and whispered a prayer in Orekish.

"Worthy comrades! You honour your ancestors! Your ancestors be proud! Your great deeds shall be known to all under the sky! Go with peace and pride!"

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United Nations, Outskirts of Haven, Research and Development Site, Hangar 9

The exposed skeletal airframe of the stripped down Valkyrie gunship laid bare as a small group of goblin techies fussed over the machine. Sparks flew as power tools saw through the frame over the background music of death metal.

The goblins and humans engineers worked for weeks to remove parts of the old Boeing 848 Super Spacebus turned gunship. The troop compartment was removed and the previously stripped off space armour was to be reinstalled. The space armour will protect the crew against heat, cold and radiation from space.

WIthout the troop compartment, the airframe will be shortened by at least six meters and replaced with an airlock and the turbofans removed and replaced back with the original thrusters. The reduce in the length of the Valkyrie will also reduce its overall weight.

Life support systems and other essential systems were also to be reinstalled back and once the Valkyrie was reassembled, it will carry a maximum crew of four and have enough oxygen and fuel to survive in space for roughly fifteen hours which will be more than enough time for them to grab the probe in orbit and reprogram it.

Two tanks will also be installed on both sides of the airframe just under the armpits of the wings which will run from the cockpit to the tail of the machine. A pump linking to a heating and cooling system will run through both tanks and storage tank for the Aetherium crystals salvaged off the crashed airship.

The heating of the Aetherium crystals will provide lift for the Valkyrie, thus drastically reducing the need for extra fuel and weight. As the original space shuttle was not rated for atmospheric flight and re entry or orbital insertion, much changes to its external airframe were needed. To achieve orbital insertion, a pair of disposable hydrogen fueled rocket boosters will be strapped on the back of the Valkyrie to give it the extra boost it needed to exit the planet's gravity.

The crew for the mission had already been chosen, which will include one human, two elves and a goblin with the human, Airforce Major Peter Mitch, heading the mission.

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United Nations, Outskirts of Haven, Research and Development Site, Hangar 11

Wattz worked the controls on the side of his waist as he was taught, as he half floated inside a massive pond wearing some kind of suit and helmet. Manoeuvring jets mounted on his backpack pushed him forward towards the huge white grey cylinder before him. "Weeeeeeeee!"

He didn't really like water that much, especially being submerged in a deep pool. The first he was dropped into the huge pond which he thought the size was ridiculous when he saw it with the rest of his gang. He protested to the instructors telling them that goblins don't do drowning well nor swim well either, if not why would he sign up with the Airforce instead of the Navy.

The God like Instructors laughed at him and shoved him into a surprising fitting suit and forced him to memorize all the hundreds of steps of how to wear it and take off all within five minutes. He soon dreaded the suit as it was hot and stuffy inside and it made him unable to scratch the parts that needed to be scratched!

After weeks of hell of putting on and removing the suit, he and the rest had to cramp their heads full of other 'things', like how heaven was actually dark and scary, not all golden, white and shiny and was also called space instead. He particularly didn't like the videos showing what happened to someone who did not wear those hot suits properly when in space.

But as time and training passed on, he grew confident with himself, including the rest of the gang, the two other long legs that actually outranked him, making him miss his time cursing the 'Mar nees'.

"Watts! Stop yelling or screaming in the damn comms!" A voice berated him sternly in his ear as Watts showed off with his skill with his booster pack. "And stop showing off! Concentrate on your mission! Now!"

"Yes! Boss!" Watts rapidly replied and eased off the controls and his wild spinning approach towards the simulated space probe slowed and he stopped perfectly against the side of the probe. He flicked a thumbs up to the two other elves in their white suits and grinned triumphantly inside his helmet. "Watts is awesome!"

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Airforce Major Peter Mitch sat inside the control room with several other Instructors and support staff as they watched the simulated exercise through cameras mounted on the trainees' head cams.

"... is awesome!" The goblin's voice came through the speakers as the goblin self praised himself through the comms.

Peter shook his head with a laugh and he turned back to the head instructor and said. "Well, he's pretty good with the M Pack."

"Cocky little bastard," Chief Matt who had the most EVA experience and time clocked among the original crew, and now acting as head instructor replied. "As long he doesn't cock up during the real mission..."

"Give that little punk a Suit Puncture Drill!" Chief Matt displayed a nasty smile while gesturing to the watching control staff. "See how he react!"

"Yes, Chief!" The controller grinned back and he tapped a few keys which directly sent a signal to Watts's suit."Inputting drill... and... done!"

Watts had tethered himself against the probe's hull and was about to access the control hatches when the status panel of his suit started beeping and flashing red warning signs. He looked down in alarm to his arm where the display panel was flashing red.

"Warning suit integrity compromised! O2 levels decreasing! Immediate action required!" A cold emotionless female voice blared at Watts's ear as he urgently tapped at his status panel to find out the problem, his fingers feeling fat and thick through his gloves.

"Me suit is leaking!" Watts shrieked in panic into his comms and the two other elves in his team, pulled themselves over to help him. "Where is the toopid leak!"

"Warning O2 levels reaching critical levels! User has estimated two minutes of O2 reserves remaining. 119 seconds... 118 seconds.... 117 seconds..."

"FARRKKKK!" Watts shrieked as he heard the announcement and he felt the air he was breathing in the bubble helmet was indeed getting thin. "Where is it?"

"Got it!" He shrieked in triumphant as the suit's diagnostic highlighted a patch at his rear end. "Whaaatt? Why is my ass leaking air?!"

Sniffling back their laughter, his two other teammates removed suit repair patches and had Watts stick his butt out and they slapped the patches on his butt. The control room burst into laughter as they watched Watts antics and Chief Matt shook his head as he prayed that the damn goblin will soon take things seriously.

"32 seconds... 31 seconds..."

"HURRY UP!!!" Watts stared at his status panel, see the flashing red lights and numbers dropping rapidly. "COVER MY BUTT!"

Chief Matt gestured to the controller who nodded and cancelled the simulated drill while the rest keep on chuckling at the goblin's panic.

"Leak repaired. Suit integrity normal. O2 levels returning to normal levels."

"Phew... Thanks for the repair, guys!" Watts let out a sigh. Sweat covered his face and he wondered did he peed himself or was it just his sweat.

"Alright, continue the mission!" Chief Matt's voice came through from the comms. "Remember, this may be a drill but anything may happen up there! So pay attention and stop clowning around!"

"Yes, Chief!" Watts chastised, replied in a small voice.

"Now, return to the mission at hand!" Chief Matt ordered. "You got thirty minutes of air left!"

"Oh shit!" Watts cursed and he quickly followed the other two towards the maintenance access hatch of the probe. The training probe was built to a 1:1 scale of the actual probe with all the access hatches, but the inside was empty and covered up. Only the important systems and area was built as much to as possible to match the actual thing so that the crew can train.

"Well, other than Watts getting over his head once in a while," Peter gestured to the monitors. "The team's pretty solid."

Chief Matt nodded as they watched the image of Watts squeezing into the maintenance access. "Yeah... As long as that green bastard doesn't do anything funny, he's pretty good."

"Now what we need is the space shuttle operational," Peter said. "And we will be good to grab that probe in orbit."

"Before that happens," Chief Matt's expression darkened. "We just have to keep training and training, till these bastards can do it in their sleep!"

"And is including you too, Major!" Chief Matt glared at Peter who grinned back. "Tomorrow, you get into the Tank with the rest!"


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章節 442: Mahou... Shoujo?!

United Nations, Haven, Residental District

Dr. Sharon peeled off the all natural face mask made out of the skin of local fruits and massaged her face as she sat before the mirror. She continued massaging her face and reached out one hand to grab a bottle of moisturiser when she accidentally knocked the bottle over.

She sighed at her clumsiness and reached under the vanity mirror table, trying to grab the bottle that had rolled under the bed. She went down on all fours and stretched out her hand, reaching hard for the bottle that had rolled just out of reach.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the bottle, a spark burst out of her fingertips, briefly lighting up the under of the bed and surprising her so hard that she jerked away and slammed the top of her head against the side of the table.

"OWW!" She squatted on her heels and both hands rubbing the top of her head where a small bump had appeared with tears of pain at the corner of her eyes. After the pain had subsided did she got up and sat on her bed while looking at her fingers with the other hand rubbing her sore head. "W- What was that?"

Dr. Sharon had grown up in the rim colony of New Australia, a star system that was six jumps away from Earth. There, she grew up watching anime and playing video games with her brothers in the family ranch who reared prime beef and milk from the local highly nutritious meadows. Later she practised medicine in school and when the war with the Swarm came, she signed up with the local recruiters as her bid to help mankind.

One year later, after basic training and posted to Navy as a medical officer, she reached the rank of Lieutenant Commander and was posted onboard the UNS Singapore. She was supposed to complete two tours with the UNS Singapore before being posted to the frontlines either onboard a warship or a rear echelon medical ship.

Crashlanding on this planet was both frightening and exciting at the same time. Her sense of adventure and curiosity only deepened when life and even magic was discovered on this planet. Slowly her fear was replaced with a fascination with the lifeforms they encountered on the planet. She always enjoyed playing role playing games and magic was something irresistible to her as she always played a spell caster in games.

Yet she was disappointed when she found out that human biology seemed unable to handle magic, dashing away her hopes of a day where she could wield a staff in one hand and throw spells in the other.

She remained seated on the side of her bed, turning her palm over and over again as she tried to spot if there were any physical changes to her hand. Her mind literally went into overdrive as she tried to figure out what had happened just now. She clearly saw the spark that popped out of her fingers and the way it lit up the underside of her bed.

She reached her right hand out and tried to mimic her previous actions. But no matter how hard she focused or tried, it doesn't seem to work. Scratching her head, she frowned as she paced around before she paused and looked under her bed, see the bottle of moisturizer still laying there.

Deciding to give it a try, she went back down on all fours, trying to recreate the earlier scene, putting herself in almost the exact same pose. She reached out had and tried to grab the bottle again and suddenly a spark popped out again. "YES!"

Pushing her excited self up, she ran out of her room to the study to grab her notepad and she excitedly jolted everything that had happened. She even did a stretch of her pose and wrote down every detail step by step.

"Hmmm... I am very certain that spark was cast by magic!" Dr. Sharon spoke to herself as she chewed the end of her pencil. "Does spell casting requires you to do certain poses before it works?"

She tried to recall the actions done by the mages when they cast their spells. "Hmmm... I better write down the questions to ask Magister Thorn tomorrow!"

After deciding that, she went back on all fours and experimented around with different poses until the sun rose up over the horizon.

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United Nations, Haven, School of Science and Magic, Headmaster Office

Magister Thorn sipped a cup of milk tea as he settled in his office to work the day's work of managing the School. Forms and reports involving all kinds regarding the school's management piled up high on his IN box, all awaiting his attention.

He set down his cup and glanced at the photo of him and the Princess together during her wedding and sighed inwardly before he picked up the stack of documents and began his day's work. He had two hours to settle the paperwork before he has two classes in the morning and another class in the afternoon.

Just as he was halfway through the stack, a commotion could be heard outside his office and his door to his office suddenly burst open. He frowned and looked up at the interruption, only to see Dr. Sharon looking both haggard and excited at the same time. Dark eye circles surrounded both her glittering eyes.

Magister Thorn gestured to his secretary to leave them alone and he turned to Dr. Sharon who smacked a thick stack of papers on his desk. "Did you... get any sleep last night? Is it the voice in your head acting up again?"

"No, no, no!" Dr. Sharon started flipping through the stack of notes she brought over and gave a smile of triumphant as she found what she wanted and handed it over to Magister Thorn. "Here!"

"Now watch this!" Dr. Sharon's smile did not leave her face and she got down on all fours and stretched one hand out.

"What are you doing?" Magister Thorn blinked his eyes in confusion at the strange awkward looking pose Dr. Sharon had adopted on the floor. "Please get u-!"

A couple of sparks popped and fuzzed out from Dr. Sharon's outstretched hand to Magister Thorn's surprise. He stared dumbfounded at the eager expression on Dr. Sharon's face as she bounced up on her feet and her eyes gleamed with excitement. "W- What did you just do?"

"Magic!" Dr. Sharon laughed and clapped her hands together happily. "I managed to cast a spell!"

"What?" Magister Thorn stood up from behind his desk and he walked up before Dr. Sharon and grabbed her hand and checking it over. "How... How is that possible? You hoomans' body have no mana...?"

"Wait!" He paused and went to his desk and searched in his drawers before coming out with a small clear crystal orb, his hands shaking with excitement. "Hold this! Concentrate on the orb! Focus the orb in your mind!"

Dr. Sharon closed her eyes and held onto the small ping pong ball sized orb. She kept the image of the orb firmly in her mind and slowly she felt the orb heat up. Opening her eyes and her hand, the orb in her palm was glowing a soft rosy red inside the crystal.

"A- Amazing!" Magister Thorn picked up the magic testing orb from her palm. "How... How did you manage to absorb mana into your body?"

"The orb shows you can manipulate mana!" Magister Thorn placed the orb onto his table as he stared at it intently, afraid that it was not real and just his imagination as he gave an explanation. "Red is the lowest level, followed by orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet."

"Violet being the highest level, which means the one tested has the highest affinity with magic!" Magister Thorn said as he finally took his eyes off the orb when the colour started to fade. "We tested on all you hoomans... but this is the first time the orb lit up!"

"And when you tested the previous time..." Magister Thorn's eyes narrowed. "I am very certain you did not pass!"

"Yes, I know!" An excited smile remained on Dr. Sharon's face. "I only discovered I can use magic... last night!"

"How did you find out?" Magister Thorn frowned. "And why the strange... pose?"

"Oh... How I found out was when I was reaching under my bed to pick up something I dropped..." Dr. Sharon gave a laugh. "Haha... And accidentally found out I can make sparks appear from my fingers!"

"Later, I tried to make the sparks appear again, but nothing works..." Dr. Sharon explained. "Hence I tried to recreate the exact same conditions for it to happen... and strangely enough... seems like only in that pose I can only shoot some sparks out..."

Magister Thorn covered his face as he recalled the pose Dr. Sharon made and felt embarrassed for her. "Do you... need to pose that way?"

"AHEM!" Dr. Sharon gave an awkward cough as she recalled her pose. "Ah... It seems like that is the only way I could get the sparks to appear..."

"No chanting of spells?" Magister Thorn continued to question Dr. Sharon about the way the manifested her magic. "What was in your mind when the magic appear? Did you feel anything different with your body?"

"No... I did not chant anything..." Dr. Sharon thought back to her actions. "And I had in my mind was to pick up that damn thing... And I did not feel anything when it happened..."

"Chantless spell casting? AMAZING!" Magister Thorn's eyes went wide open. "Did you feel like weakness in your hands? Or fatigue after you cast the spell of sparks?"

"No... nothing of that sort..." Dr. Sharon shook her head. "I experimented the whole night away till this morning... but... I don't feel any fatigue anywhere!"

"Amazing!" Magister Thorn repeated again. "Despite your low aptitude with magic... But you can use chantless spell casting! That ability is only written in legends!"

"Really?" Dr. Sharon felt secretly happy when she heard Magister Thorn's word. "But... I can only make sparks appear..."

"Don't worry about that!" Magister Thorn's eyes seemed to be burning as he paced around in excitement while tugging his beard. "I can teach you spells!"

"But... How and why did you suddenly gain magic powers?" He paused and eyed at Dr. Sharon. "Did you do anything... that the Captain told you not to do?"

"Hahaha..." Dr. Sharon covered her mouth and laughed nervously, she shifted her eye away from Magister Thorn. "Well... anyway... I did nothing of the sort!"

"Anyway!" Dr. Sharon quickly changed the topic and tapped the piece of paper she had given to Magister Thorn earlier. "Look here..."

Magister Thorn shook his head as he suspected she must had done something behind the Captain's back. "What is this?"

"These are brain scans of humans..." Dr. Sharon gave an inward sigh as Magister Thorn did not seem to push the topic. "And these are the brain scans of elves..."

"If you compare a human's brain scan and an elf's brain scan..." She pointed to two regions on the image. "An average human has these two areas smaller compared to an elf's."

"These two parts of the brain are called the hypothalamus and thalamus respectively," She explained. "And an average elf have twice the size compared to a human!"

"And these are my brain scans!" She picked up another sheet and handed it over. "Look! My hypothalamus and thalamus have grown over the past year! And now those two parts in my brain are at least 1.5 times larger than an average human!"

"You mean... these 'hypo-ta-la-mas' and 'ta-la-mas' might be the cause of you having the ability to use magic?" Magister Thorn frowned deeply as he compared the images.

"Yes! I suspect that... The hypothalamus and thalamus in the brain are what makes magic possible!"


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