Infinite Evolution Hunter - Chapter 211

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The mine workers had belittled themselves as inferior, never daring to imagine standing against the Nobility. Yet Pascal clenched his fists toward such companions.
“Who dared call you inferior?! Look at me! I am Pascal of the Silver House—the very house they deemed inferior! Do I appear inferior to you?!”
Pascal struck the wall with his fist, venting his frustration.
The Silver House was renowned for their softness, yet his single punch sent the wall crumbling down.
His gleaming appearance—unmarred and lustrous—bore no resemblance to a typical Silver House member, who would quickly show damage and discoloration.
“All of you can become like me!”
“How… how did you become so radiant?”
“Consuming certain superior metals does it quite simply.”
Even upon reflection, Pascal found it anticlimactic. Who would have thought it so straightforward?
“That’s madness! Are you telling us to die?!”
“Do I look like a dead Metalim to you? If not, then you understand why I’ve changed, yes?”
Everyone fell silent. He was undeniably transformed—far different from before. This was no mere health gained from consuming silver and mana stones, nor was it the trendy surface polish that had become fashionable on the Ground.
“The Nobility have known this truth for centuries, yet deceived us for hundreds of years to preserve their status! The day of reckoning for our centuries of servitude has arrived!”
Pascal continued his speech, displaying his gleaming body to all—hardly the demeanor of a typical Silver House member.
“I am not alone! When we shatter the Sanctuary’s magic—no, our shackles—the humans of the Ground have promised to aid us! Who will stand with me?”
“We’ll just die doing that.”
“I’m afraid too.”
The Metalim mine workers, weakened by prolonged hunger and labor, feared confronting the powerful Nobility regardless of Pascal’s incitement.
As they failed to follow his lead, Pascal’s confident gaze wavered slightly.
“I will fight.”
Ridi rose from her seat.
“When King Ban, the rightful sovereign of Metalim, reclaims the Royal Family’s power, he will immediately execute the Nobility.”
Elderly Metalim who retained memories of the previous Royal Family stood and joined her side.
“Let’s go! Crush those damned noble bastards!”
“Let me shine too!”
And one by one, Metalim rose with their own purposes.
“Was Pascal always this eloquent?”
Celsi nudged Paren, asking. Though Pascal was typically prone to complaints, it seemed odd that someone not particularly intelligent would deliver such a lengthy speech.
“Ah, he simply memorized it word-for-word from a human named Jae-in from the Ground.”
“Ah, that explains it.”
Celsi nodded in understanding.
The Metalim from the mine moved through the dark tunnels as silently as possible.
The bonds among mine Metalim, forged through witnessing their companions’ deaths, ran deep. They supported the injured, neither pushing nor abandoning anyone, leaving no one behind.
“Wait here. I’ll return shortly.”
Ridi moved with nimble grace, darting forward to scout the Sanctuary.
Only two Noble Metalim stood guard—so corrupted they made no effort at vigilance. Rather than maintaining human form, they sprawled in slime form, sleeping soundly.
Yet Ridi remained cautious, returning silently to rejoin her companions.
“Fortunately, the Sanctuary’s guard is sparse; they never anticipated we’d act like this. We must overwhelm them in one strike so they cannot call for reinforcements. I’ll take the right side. Pascal, Paren—you two handle the left.”
Pascal and Paren exchanged glances and nodded. Though both had spent their entire lives in the mines with no knowledge of combat, their enhanced bodies and the current situation intoxicated them with excitement, numbing their fear.
Ridi moved first, and following her lead, Pascal and Paren advanced silently toward the guards in slime form.
As Pascal drew near, he brushed against a stone and made a sound.
“Huh? What was that?”
One of the guards, who had been sleeping soundly, awoke.
Paren transformed into human form first and rushed at the awakened guard.
The guard, moving at a speed that suggested he hadn’t been sleeping at all, transformed his body into a hedgehog-like form and thrust spines in all directions.
“Paren! You’re my friend!”
The Imperial Noble’s spines pierced mercilessly into Paren’s body, and Pascal, realizing his mistake, charged forward with a shout.
But Pascal’s help wasn’t needed.
“To think we were dominated by something this pathetic….”
The spines that had pierced Paren bent and snapped uselessly, clattering to the ground.
“Grrgh….”
“This trash…!”
Paren swung his fist at the suffering guard, shattering the spines and bringing the Imperial Noble’s body crashing down.
The guard’s body shattered and scattered in all directions.
“He’s already dead.”
Pascal grabbed Paren’s shoulder.
“Damn it. So we’ve been ruled by creatures like this all this time.”
Paren didn’t look particularly pleased despite dispatching the Imperial Noble so easily.
“Paren, we don’t have time.”
Pascal placed his hand on Paren’s shoulder.
“Right. Now it begins.”
As Paren stood up and dusted himself off, Pascal gestured to the Metalim workers hiding behind them, calling them forward.
Hundreds of Metalim in various colors crawled forward in slime form, like precious gems rolling across the ground.
“All of you, go in! Suppress them!”
A wave of mine Metalim crashed toward the Metalim managing the magical formations inside the Sanctuary.
Though they hadn’t been enhanced yet, their numbers were dozens of times greater, and even though those inside were Imperial Nobles, they couldn’t put up any resistance.
In an instant, roughly ten Imperial Noble Metalim inside were shattered to pieces. There was no mercy, no forgiveness. They unleashed all their accumulated resentment.
“Follow me! Now we guard the entrance! We’re almost done!”
Following Paren, the Metalim surged toward the entrance.
In the center of the Sanctuary, a massive lake of lava churned in a whirlpool, and electrical circuit-like magical formations spread outward in all directions.
“Pascal, what do we do now?”
“What?”
“The magical formations of the Sanctuary.”
“…Can’t we just destroy the Sanctuary?”
“…That? How? The Sanctuary isn’t something so simple. How could this be…. I thought you had a plan.”
Ridi pressed her forehead. She cursed herself for being swept up in the moment and not hearing the details from Pascal.
“Fine…. Fine. We don’t need to destroy the Sanctuary—we just need to destroy these magical formations, right?!”
Pascal shattered a wall, tore away a massive boulder, and brought it down on the circuits below.
“It won’t work!”
Boom!
The exploding rock sent Pascal flying backward.
“Ugh!”
“Pascal!”
“Huff… huff… If I hadn’t reinforced myself, I’d be dead.”
Pascal, bouncing off the wall, gasped for breath.
“Don’t do something so reckless! The magic circle itself has defensive magic layered on it!”
“Should we head back to the mine tunnel now?”
Pascal spoke with dejection.
Just then, a thunderous roar and screams erupted from outside.
“How dare you lowly creatures set foot in the Sanctuary? Do you have a death wish? Fortunately, I’ve nearly reached my quota anyway. This is a perfect opportunity to cull your numbers significantly.”
“It’s Bourbon!”
Bourbon spilled his elemental metal—platinum—and magic stones into his mouth, enlarged his body, and transformed into the tentacled monster form he’d battled Yang Sang-heon with.
“Hold him back! Pascal is about to destroy the Sanctuary!”
Paren rushed forward to intercept, and the worker Metalim formed their bodies into a wall, blocking the Sanctuary’s entrance. Everyone trusted Pascal completely.
With each swing of Bourbon’s arm, multiple Metalim were slashed, and those split in half hardened and clattered to the ground.
Though Paren had reinforced himself, he couldn’t withstand Bourbon—now enlarged after consuming elemental metals and transformed into an alloy.
“Use your fallen comrades’ bodies to block! If I die, use my corpse to block! We must hold the line!”
Watching them lift the bodies of dead comrades to rebuild the wall, Pascal trembled violently.
“…It’s my fault. I brought everyone here…”
“Get a grip! We’ve already started! We have to destroy it no matter what!”
Ridi hurled a rock. It shattered against the magic circle’s barrier and bounced back. Pascal joined in, throwing rocks as well, but they crumbled before even reaching the magic circle.
“Ridi, tell everyone I’m sorry.”
“Pascal?”
Instead of attacking with rocks, Pascal sharpened his hand and stabbed at the intricate tangle of lines in the magic circle.
His left arm was blown clean off by the recoil, but the sharp thrust from the body Jae-in had reinforced momentarily weakened the magic circle’s barrier.
“Pascal! No!”
Pascal drove his right hand in without even a moment to feel the pain of losing his left arm.
His right arm shattered and flew off as well. Finally, the barrier protecting the magic circle was breached.
Pascal arched his waist backward as if about to collapse, then quickly bent forward and rammed his reinforced forehead into the magic circle.
Boom!
The magic circle’s metal circuits crumpled, then flashed with light and sent a shockwave in all directions, hurling both Ridi and Pascal backward.
“Pascal…”
Ridi sprang up and embraced Pascal, whose body was mangled beyond recognition.
The figure who once stood before everyone, shining with pride, was gone—yet somehow, Ridi found him shining even more brightly now.
“They’ll… come soon. Until then… hold back Bourbon… protect… everyone.”
The damage to his body was catastrophic. Even a high-ranking noble would die from injuries this severe.
Even in that state, Pascal didn’t forget—he pulled out Jae-in’s signal device from his body and pressed it.
“Don’t worry.”
“G…”
Ridi carefully lowered Pascal to the ground and bolted outside.
“Bourbon!!!”
“Ridi! You again?!”
Ridi dodged Bourbon’s blade-like tentacles and hurled the corpse of the dead Imperial Noble guard at him.
“That’s enough! Everyone scatter!”
At her command, the Metalim who had been constructing the wall collapsed it and fled in disarray. The ground was already carpeted with mountains of metal corpses—Metalim who had fallen.
“You massacre defenseless citizens and still call yourself nobility of the great Metallanet Royal Family?!”
“Executing vermin is the duty of nobility, is it not? I’ll dispose of you wretches and sweep clean the surface dwellers as well.”
“They are strong.”
“Strong or not, they are nothing but earthworms compared to us who possess the Royal Family’s treasures.”
“The Royal Family’s treasures do not belong to you nobility!”
Ridi hurled the remains of dead Metalim at Bourbon, but metal devoid of spirit posed no threat to him whatsoever.
“Argh!”
Paren and the other brave Metalim rushed forward, but Bourbon effortlessly cast aside those who had received no proper combat training.
“Pathetic! You know your place not!”
Bourbon swung his arms like a war machine, driving forward relentlessly until even Ridi, who had held out longest, was forced backward until her back pressed against the wall.
“Die, you filthy thing.”
Tentacles descended from all directions.
Though Ridi was superior in combat technique and deflected the falling attacks with nowhere to evade, one cannot block a barrage with merely two hands.
In an instant her arms were shredded, and one blade she could not deflect found its mark against her chest.

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