I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 94

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Episode 94
94: Where Am I? Who Am I? (2)
As a faint glimmer of regret crossed Hanalin’s expression, I could discern it as well, and I swiftly deployed my mana.
I didn’t think Hanalin had regained consciousness—not in the sense of recovering her memories, but rather she had glimpsed my emotions upon hearing myself called foolish. If she had grasped that much, we could have a conversation of sorts, but I had resolved to fight instead.
The reason was simple.
‘If it were Narin, she would have understood that much, but her pride would compel her to insist she could do more, wouldn’t it?’
I knew Hanalin well enough to make that judgment.
Even if she had lost her memories, that insufferable pride and self-esteem of hers wouldn’t simply vanish.
As expected, just as I deployed my mana, Hanalin too unfurled her magical circle. The fact that I could see her casting magic with an expression that mingled both anxiety and determination suggested my assessment was correct.
Because of this, neither of our spells carried any genuine intent to kill or maim.
Yet as we both poured our full power into deploying our mana, our magic began to rain down upon each other in torrents.
The rain that descended from the sky and burst forth carried the will of control intertwined with flames in every strand, and all those burning streaks of the bursting rain twisted and coiled together like a rope, forming a single colossal spear of fire.
Too thick and massive to be called merely a spear, a pillar of flame descended from the heavens like divine punishment and hurtled toward me. I flicked my finger just before that bursting pillar struck, and the air in the space around me froze abruptly.
Crackle, crackle, crackle——
The moisture in the air froze at tremendous speed, dispersing the surrounding heat and adding to the chill, then became a single pure white line that surged upward to meet the descending bursting pillar.
The moment the ascending white line and the descending bursting pillar collided, the expansion from the clash of cold and heat became a violent shockwave that rippled outward in all directions.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom————!
That shockwave, spreading in a dome formation, overturned all the surrounding earth and tore up the landscape, and the expansion of lukewarm air—neither hot nor cold—was sufficient to transform the entire forest around us into barren wasteland.
A circular space formed where not a single blade of grass remained visible, only vast empty ground stretched out, yet within that circular space, the area where I stood and behind me remained untouched, as if the shockwave had been completely blocked.
By contrast, the ground where Hanalin stood bore clear traces of being pushed back before finally holding firm.
The disparity in power was unmistakably evident, and as Hanalin gazed at me standing unscathed, she swallowed hard.
It seemed we had both unleashed our full power, yet I hadn’t been pushed back at all, while she had been forced back—a considerable shock to her.
‘This can’t be.’
She had been pushed back from the very first attack against that shockwave, her defensive barrier shattered, requiring her to rapidly redeploy it with considerable force, yet I had blocked it so effortlessly. Hanalin’s eyes trembled at this realization.
And she had no choice but to accept it.
‘He’s far stronger than me.’
The moment she recognized this, Hanalin’s mind raced rapidly.
Would someone of such strength have any reason to deceive her?
Lies are cunning tools the weak devise to deceive the strong and preserve themselves. But why would the strong resort to such deception?
Nothing but genuine malice would suffice, yet she sensed no such malice from me now.
She could hide such intentions if she were stronger than Hanalin, but why would the strong go to such lengths to pretend to be her comrade?
At least by Hanalin’s understanding, nothing came to mind.
Which meant.
‘He really is my comrade.’
After reaching that conclusion, Hanalin quietly raised both hands in surrender.
As she lifted her hands as if acknowledging defeat, I simply watched her, and she spoke.
“I’ve lost.”
At those words, I nodded in understanding and withdrew the mana I had been maintaining, shaking my head.
I shook my head, thinking we had wasted far too much time on this pointless exchange.
“Sigh, what a hassle. I should have just told you not to come in.”
At Dohyun’s words, Hanalin looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked.
“…From the note, I had a feeling this would happen. So why did you come in?”
According to the note, they had discussed things before entering and made preparations. Since it seemed like he knew this would happen yet entered anyway, it looked rather foolish, so she asked.
Dohyun let out a soft chuckle as he looked at Hanalin.
“Well, you’ll understand once your memories return.”
“…I see.”
Hanalin nodded in response, and then her eyes met Dohyun’s. She blinked as if asking why he was staring, and seeing her like that, Dohyun felt a sudden surge of emotion and gave her a light flick on the forehead.
Flick!
“Ow!”
Hanalin, suddenly struck by the flick, rubbed her aching forehead so painfully that tears welled up in her eyes.
As she glared at Dohyun with wide eyes, he spoke to her.
“That’s the price for being so scatterbrained, you little thing.”
“But hitting me isn’t the answer….”
“Consider yourself lucky I’m letting you off easy. I’m only being lenient because you’ve lost your memories.”
“…Understood.”
Though she clicked her tongue inwardly and continued rubbing her sore forehead, Hanalin couldn’t say anything more. After all, she was the one who had made the mistake first.
And somehow.
She found herself thinking about what would have happened if Dohyun had forgotten her and never come looking. So she tried to understand his position from the heart.
If her companion had lost their memories and didn’t recognize her, it would surely hurt. So rather than complain, she obediently followed Dohyun, though he wasn’t thinking about it so seriously—he was thinking about it more simply.
‘…Do I really look that scatterbrained?’
Dohyun was subtly observing his own face through Analysis while tracking where Jiyuchan was.
Well, if someone said he looked scatterbrained, it would probably bother him a bit.
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While it took quite some time to prove companionship with Hanalin, persuading Jiyuchan didn’t take long.
Not because Jiyuchan was wiser than Hanalin.
“Ugh.”
Thinking that conversation would be pointless anyway using Hanalin as an example, Dohyun had given up on talking and simply knocked him out first—so Jiyuchan helplessly fell victim to Dohyun’s assault.
He lost consciousness from Dohyun’s attack and collapsed.
Watching Jiyuchan being dragged away, dangling limply from Dohyun’s grip, Hanalin swallowed hard and inwardly thanked that it had ended with just a flick.
Moreover.
‘Wasn’t he supposed to be a Mage?’
Watching Dohyun knock Jiyuchan unconscious with powerful swordsmanship and hoist the unconscious Jiyuchan onto his shoulder, Hanalin couldn’t help but be astonished.
It was common sense even to the memory-lost Hanalin that if someone had talent in magic, they lacked talent in technique. So while she was quite surprised, she was grateful it had ended with a flick, and she gently rubbed her still-throbbing forehead. Then when Dohyun turned around, she flinched in surprise.
“W-what is it?”
“…?”
Seeing Hanalin flinch and startle, Dohyun tilted his head in confusion.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Oh, ah.”
Looking at the unconscious Jiyuchan, Hanalin was tense, and Dohyun wondered if he should have tried talking to Jiyuchan too, then shook his head.
Who knew when the Dungeon might cause an upheaval? He wouldn’t waste time leisurely having conversations to recover memories here. This was the right call.
Dohyun came to that conclusion and spoke to Hanalin.
“Let’s head to the village for now.”
“Yes, yes!”
Seeing Hanalin brimming with energy, I found myself regretting not doing this sooner, and made my way toward the village Hanalin had discovered earlier, carrying the unconscious Jiyuchan.
The condition itself was actually quite straightforward.
It was a very light escort mission condition, but it must have been difficult to figure out up to this point. If it weren’t for me and Analysis, we likely wouldn’t have grasped it at all. In any case, as I headed toward the village, Hanalin followed close behind.
The distance wasn’t far, so the two of us could reach the village in one go at our pace.
It wasn’t a human village, but rather a village where various Beastmen gathered. There were also many other races besides them.
It was a village with mixed races and quite diverse peoples gathered together, though the atmosphere felt somewhat peculiar.
“Hmm, another visitor?”
“Oh, another visitor without memories, I suppose~.”
“Sigh. How bothersome, how bothersome.”
“Still, hasn’t it been several years?”
Watching all these people converse, I tilted my head in confusion.
At first, I thought they might be Hunters who had entered before, but my Analysis informed me that they were residents of this place—in other words, NPCs.
However, listening to their conversation, it seemed that quite a lot of people came here having lost their memories, yet among those in the village, there wasn’t a single one who appeared to be a Hunter.
“Hmm.”
As I swallowed hard and remained still, a Middle-aged Werewolf approached and spoke to me.
“Hey there. You’ve lost your memories too, and don’t know where this is, right? Just follow me for now.”
At his somewhat forceful tone and manner of speech, I frowned and replied.
“I remember everything, actually.”
“…What?”
“I know where this is. It’s Diria Village.”
“What, what!?”
At my words, the Werewolf was startled, his eyes widening like lanterns.
Then the Werewolf asked again.
“Y-you… could you be an adventurer?”
“…For now, yes?”
For some reason, I felt compelled to answer that way, and as I did, the Werewolf’s voice trembled with emotion as he shouted to the other villagers.
“Everyone!!! An adventurer has finally arrived!!!”
“What!? An adventurer!?”
“N-not just some memory-lost adventurer!?”
“Oh my!!! An adventurer has finally come!?”
“An adventurer after ten years!!!”
At the Middle-aged Werewolf’s words, the villagers all dropped what they were doing and rushed out, running about and cheering, while Hanalin and I exchanged bewildered glances.
As we stood there dumbfounded, exchanging looks as if asking what on earth was happening, the Middle-aged Werewolf who had first spoken wiped away tears and said.
“Sob… we have cargo that needs to be sent to Marul Village, but it’s been over ten years since it was last sent. When there were Hunters scattered about in the village, we sent it once a year, but no Hunters came, and for ten years, only people who had lost their memories poured in. When we try to send those memory-lost people, they don’t know the way, and some of them even die after staying here for a few days! How troublesome it’s been!!!”
Listening to the Middle-aged Werewolf’s rapid-fire speech, I found myself nodding along.
With the thought that it wouldn’t have been so difficult if they had their memories.
“Now that you’re here, this might sound absurd, but could you escort a carriage for us? We’ll provide sufficient compensation!”
And so, I was able to accept the mission with surprising ease.

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