Healing After Sweeping Spirits with an Almighty Skill - Chapter 42

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Chapter 42
When Spirits Ride a Sled
[Ugh…!]
Suho-ki narrowed her eyes and peered at Punghoki. As a spirit prone to mischief, he was the prime suspect.
Whoosh—. Thud.
Defying Suho-ki’s expectations, another snowball came flying at the back of her head.
[What?! Who was that?!]
Suho-ki spun around sharply.
[Huh?]
At Suho-ki’s voice, Toho-ki widened his eyes as though asking what was wrong.
Beside him, Jeong Ryong was whistling contentedly while building a snowman.
[Mmm….]
Suho-ki was confused!
She couldn’t figure out who the culprit was!
[Ah!]
Then Suho-ki’s eyes spotted decisive evidence.
Jeong Ryong had finished his snowman quite some time ago. So what was he doing molding snow with his hands right now?
The answer was snowballs. Countless snowballs were rolling about at Jeong Ryong’s feet.
[Got you!]
Having found the culprit, Suho-ki walked forward confidently and stood before Jeong Ryong.
[It was you!]
Yes. Now everything made sense.
The snowballs that had fallen on Suho-ki’s head were too large to be packed by anything but human hands. There was no one else the culprit could have been.
[You threw that snowball at me! It was definitely you!]
His deduction was flawless, worthy of a master detective. At Suho-ki’s brilliant reasoning, Jeong Ryong grinned wickedly.
“You got me.”
With that, he scooped up a huge armful of snowballs and dumped them over Suho-ki’s head.
Patter-patter—.
[Nooooo!]
Buried under the very evidence she’d found, Suho-ki was engulfed in snow. Jeong Ryong, having committed this cruel second offense, burst into laughter.
Shake-shake—!
Emerging from the pile of snowballs, Suho-ki clenched her fists.
[I’m going to get my revenge!]
Then she reached for one of the massive snowballs Jeong Ryong had dumped. Or rather, she tried to.
[Ugh! It’s too heavy!]
Quickly realizing the limits of her strength, Suho-ki broke off a smaller piece and hurled it with all her might.
[Take that! Take that!]
Thud—. Thud—.
The snowballs struck Jeong Ryong’s pant leg and crumbled into fine powder.
“Ow, ow.”
His half-hearted complaint only made Suho-ki angrier. She puffed out her cheeks and turned back toward the others, calling out.
[Everyone! Help me!]
The other spirits, who had been watching Suho-ki play with Jeong Ryong with longing eyes, rushed forward at the call.
[I want to throw too!]
[Take that! Take that!]
“Ow, ow, ow. Wait—it got in my mouth.”
Like machine-gun fire, snowflakes poured down upon Jeong Ryong, and he had no choice but to surrender.
[Yaaay!]
[We won!]
[Hehe!]
The spirits embraced one another in celebration.
[Isn’t it a bit premature to declare victory?]
[That human was the weakest among us, after all.]
And so new challengers appeared.
[Oh! The Sylphs are here!]
[Gnomes! Help us!]
Thus the spirits divided into two factions and waged a snowball war. The First Great Battle of the Spirit Territory’s Snow Mountain had begun.
[Take this! Ice Age!]
[Argh!]
[Dance upon the wind, Thousand Blades of Snow!]
[Ooooh!]
As the Sylphs stirred up a wind, snowflakes scattered like petals. Though no actual snowballs, the techniques packed considerable destructive force.
To counter, the Gnomes overturned the earth, raising a barricade of packed snow to block the windswept flurry.
[Yikes, a bunker like that on Snow Mountain?!]
[Oh! Ohhh!]
[Now! Throw!]
[Waaaaah!]
For a long while, the spirits reveled in their snowball fight, utterly delighted.
Level 1 Sledding Course construction has been completed.
By the time the spirits’ snowball game ended, the sledding course stood finished.
Materials used in the construction of the Level 1 Sledding Course were produced from facilities within the Spirit Special Zone.
You will construct buildings involving all spirits within the Spirit Special Zone.
But doesn’t that wording seem a little off?
Just like last time, the Pig Mandrake didn’t do anything this time either.
The Level 1 Sledding Course construction is being reinforced.
Level 3 Sledding Course construction has been completed.
While I was lost in such thoughts, the sledding course leapt two levels in reinforcement.
The sledding course stood on the slope opposite the Hot Spring. Perhaps influenced by its proximity, the station was built with wooden slopes of materials similar to those from the Hot Spring.
Inside the station lay countless sleds piled high, among them several I’d never brought here myself.
[Ah! I think I know what this is! You ride this thing and slide across the snow!]
True to their nature for games and play, the Sylphs had already grasped how to ride sleds.
“Well then, shall we all give it a try?”
[Yes! Who gets down first—a race!]
[I want to ride with Jeong Ryong!]
We divided ourselves among three sleds.
The Gnomes took the Metal Sled they’d forged in their foundry, the Sylphs chose the Black Tube Sled, and I rode the Lamborghini Burlap Sack with the Undines.
“Here we go!”
[Let’s goooo!]
[Ohhh!]
We launched simultaneously from the station.
The slope, polished smooth as a ski run, steadily accelerated us downward. Truly, it was a fine slope worthy of a Level 3 sledding course.
[Wheeeee!]
[Go faster!]
[Huh? Why are they going so fast?]
Perhaps it was excessively well-maintained.
[Oh?]
[Ooh?]
[Oooh?]
The Gnomes’ sled was accelerating to insane speeds.
Smooth metal plating meeting a polished slope—the collision of smoothness with smoothness left the Gnomes’ sled approaching near supersonic velocity.
Speed like a Bugatti racing down the autobahn. The moment my Lamborghini Burlap Sack became utterly obsolete.
“W-what what?!”
Before I could even warn of danger, the crazed Gnomes had already crossed the finish line, their sled tearing down the slope at berserk speed while the others hadn’t even reached halfway.
Crash!
Unable to slow upon arrival, the Gnomes slammed into the rampart and scattered like bowling pins in all directions.
As for us, matters weren’t much better.
[Ow ow!]
[Aaaaagh!]
From the burlap sack with no safety belts and no handles, the Undines tumbled out one by one and rolled down the slope.
The bodies of the water-born Undines weren’t merely moist—they were damp. Do you know what happens when such bodies roll through a snowfield?
Rumble-rumble-rumble.
[Nooooo! The rolling Undines!]
[Everyone, LOOK OUT!]
A massive snowball was born, rolling toward my sled and the Sylphs’ sled alike.
‘Yep, this really is a Level 3 sledding course.’
Not just a sledding course—more like a four-dimensional winter wonderland.
[Oh?]
[Ooh?]
The Gnomes, having shaken off the impact and barely staggered upright, were instantly buried under the rolling snowball of Undines.
Boom!
Gnomes flying like bowling pins once again.
I rolled across the ground to dodge Undine’s snowballs, and when I finally scrambled to my feet after tumbling for what felt like an eternity, I found myself nearly at the fortress gates.
Spirits scattered here and there around me. They were sturdy creatures—none of them hurt—but they wore bewildered expressions as they glanced around, as if startled by the commotion.
And then, as if by silent agreement.
[Aha-ha-ha!]
[Poo-ha-ha!]
[Hee-hee-hee!]
[Tee-hee-hee!]
They all burst out laughing.
I was no exception.
“Aha-ha!”
I couldn’t hold back the laughter. One ride on a sled, and this was the kind of madcap chaos that unfolded.
As a child, every slope near where I lived was a sled run. Back then, I could only dream of something as fine as a Lamborghini Burlap Sack; I’d go sledding in nothing but my pants and they’d wear through at the seat, earning me a thrashing afterward.
‘Why was it so much fun back then?’
I kept laughing until my breath came in ragged gasps, and only then did I finally settle down.
“Aha-ha… hah… phew.”
I lingered in some indefinable afterglow for a while before pushing myself up.
[Let’s go again!]
[One more time! Come ooooon!]
It was the embodiments of childlike innocence, begging to keep playing.
“All right, let’s go. How about we play until the sun sets?”
I hoisted the spirits onto my shoulders and climbed back up the Snow Mountain, clutching the Lamborghini Burlap Sack carefully in my hand.
* * *
Like many other guilds, the Mage Tower Guild runs Farming operations.
It wasn’t a guild that specialized exclusively in Farming, but to maintain an organization of its size, repeatedly clearing the lower floors of the tower and selling the byproducts and Mana Stones was essential.
“Mmm.”
“Hmm.”
The executives of the Mage Tower Guild, having just finished Farming the 39th floor, were gathered in the conference room.
Jeon Woo-chi, the real power behind the guild, tapped his fingers on the table a few times before speaking.
“That was easy, wasn’t it?”
“Hee-hee… it was way too easy….”
The guild master, Bulldog, nodded readily at his words.
“All thanks to the blessings of Jeong Ryong… wouldn’t you say… hee.”
Not long ago, the second batch of items from the Spirit Special Zone had been distributed.
This time, with Jeon Woo-chi directly overseeing the distribution, the items were allocated fairly to everyone, and more than half of the guild members were able to raise their skill Level by one.
As a result, Farming time had been cut by nearly half of the usual duration.
“Haha! Since we’re already here, why don’t we try higher Farming floors!”
This was said by Dae Ji-su, an executive and Earth mage.
“Higher floors? You mean the Marine Field?”
The 40s floors of the tower are the Marine Field.
Unless a guild had water-related skills like the Ark Guild, the rewards barely justified the effort—it was a grueling field with minimal returns.
“What if we skip the Marine Field entirely and jump straight to the 50s?”
“The 50s.”
Jeon Woo-chi’s personal climbing record already reached the 50s. If he took on the role of Party Leader, the others could ascend to the 50th floor with him.
Jeon Woo-chi paused to calculate his guild members’ combat strength, then shook his head.
“Not yet. The 50s are still too early.”
“Then what do we do? We can only climb the tower once a day, and you want to keep grinding the 39th floor?”
“For now, we maintain the status quo.”
Jeon Woo-chi placed emphasis on the words “for now.”
Everyone understood what that meant: once they received a few more distributions from the Spirit Special Zone, 50th-floor Farming would be within reach.
’50th-floor Farming.’
Dae Ji-su swallowed hard.
There were only a handful of guilds in the entire world capable of Farming the 50s. The 50s were too dangerous to clear, and the 40s lacked adequate skills—most Farming guilds remained stuck at the 30s.
And yet the Mage Tower Guild, a guild of the banished, was on the verge of achieving such high-level Farming!
‘The highlight of this outcast narrative isn’t far away now…!’
Dae Ji-su reignited his hatred for the former guild that had cast him out.
‘Jeong Ryong… hee-hee.’
Bulldog smiled darkly to herself.
Her instincts had been correct all along.
Jeong Ryong, Jeong Ryong—it all came down to Jeong Ryong.
He had to keep him as an ally, positioned as close as possible. For her personal advancement, not the guild’s.
‘An Arch Mage…! A Grand Mage surpassing Jeon Woo-chi…!’
In that moment, each of them harbored vastly different thoughts.
Knock, knock.
Someone rapped on the conference room door.
“Pardon me, Guild Master, Jeon Woo-chi. Jeong Ryong has come to visit the guild.”
“Ah, is that so? Let me first escort him to the guest room—”
Jeon Woo-chi couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Jeong Ryooooong!”
“Jeong Ryoooong!”
“Get out of the way, everyone! I’m going first!”
Two massive forms tore violently across the conference room toward the exit.
Thud!
Jeon Woo-chi, struck by that momentum, spun in circles with his chair and crashed into the wall.
……
Jeon Woo-chi.
The real power of the Mage Tower Guild and its founder.
‘I should cut all of them to pieces.’
The only sane person in a guild populated entirely by those with shattered character.
* * *
I stood speechless at the sight before me.
“Wow.”
This wasn’t why I’d come to visit the Mage Tower.
“Kee, kee-hee-hee…. So the Mage Tower and Spirit Territory truly are bound by fate…!”
[Chirp?]
Flap, flap.
I watched Agamander flutter through the air on newly sprouted wings, utterly at a loss for words.
A Lower Spirit had evolved into a Middle Spirit.
It was the fourth Middle Spirit to appear.

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