How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 55

Extra’s Way of Making Honey – Chapter 55 (55/344)

Chapter 55

61. Subjugation of the Black Magician’s Workshop (6)

It’s good to be alive.

“Luck, you say… then what about that monster? More importantly, did we escape from its workshop?”

“No. We couldn’t get far. The interior is too deep, and it’s difficult to pinpoint exact coordinates due to the black magic. We’re still inside its workshop.”

It seems he didn’t have the luxury to use teleportation to escape in such a hurry.

“…Here, Spiritist. More importantly, take this first.”

Crusoe lightly tossed something to me.

I caught it and saw a bottle filled with a dark blue liquid.

A mana potion.

And a high-grade mana potion that’s not easy to come by.

I unhesitatingly opened the potion bottle and gulped it down.

As expected, high-grade! I can feel the mana filling me up quickly.

The sudden sensation was so intense that I choked.

It’s because of the excessive recovery.

“Cough. Cough! What, what is this effect…?”

“It’s just a normal mana potion, though?”

At Crusoe’s feet, four potion bottles are rolling around.

…Won’t he get sick from drinking that much?

“Spiritist, you and I have both consumed a significant amount of mana. Especially you; you were almost in danger of mana depletion. Be careful.”

“Ah… right.”

I remembered that too.

I was so focused on using Space Fix with all my might that I didn’t even realize my mana was being drained.

Well, I didn’t have time to pay attention to it anyway.

“Thanks to you, I survived. I appreciate that, Spiritist.”

“It’s nothing. I couldn’t hold out for long. It’s all thanks to Crusoe-ssi teleporting us.”

“……Hmm, is that so.”

He’s slightly glossing over it; is he a little embarrassed, or is he weak to compliments after all?

“More importantly, let’s continue the story from before. …The situation hasn’t improved.”

She frowned slightly.

Kugung!

Again, a heavy noise shook beneath our feet.

“Is that… perhaps….”

“It’s the giant’s doing. It’s become quite troublesome.”

Crusoe sighed deeply and turned his head outside the room.

Is that giant rampaging somewhere beyond?

“It seems he’s completely lost it after devouring that black magician.”

“Lost it?”

“He recklessly reproduced and engraved the mana circle. He probably can’t control the power and can’t restrain himself for even a moment.”

I pursed my lips upon hearing those words.

‘Mana circle…….’

The situation was overturned because the impatient black magician rashly rushed in, and the giant instinctively devoured him when his control was lost.

‘Is the Influence [a mysterious power or force] the result that occurred to him?’

It’s not just that the reins are loose; it’s as if he’s become a walking bomb.

“But can monsters even use magic?”

Meanwhile, the mercenaries, including Soland-ssi, were questioning it. It must be their first time seeing a monster use magic.

If you live a good life, you usually don’t see things like that. It’s that rare.

“Some highly intelligent individuals can use it. …But that one is just imitating it.”

“Like a monkey. Hmm? Isn’t that still amazing?”

“If it were a monkey, its entire body would have exploded and self-destructed immediately.”

Crusoe, who added, “It would have been simpler if that were the case,” sighed with a grumble.

Unfortunately, the material is so strong that even if it goes berserk, it has the stamina to withstand it.

“So, the sound we’re hearing now is him destroying the workshop.”

“He probably wants to get out. The outside is much wider. It’s troublesome. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if that monster were to be released outside as it is.”

If things go wrong, the situation from Volume 9 of the original work will be reproduced here.

This is not a joke.

That’s what the message told me then.

Is the situation from Volume 9 really going to be reproduced first?

That Chimera army rampage episode?

‘That’s dangerous.’

Not now, not yet.

It’s too early.

The protagonist isn’t here, and the talents needed at that time aren’t sufficiently prepared.

The damage that will occur cannot be estimated.

Above all, it was clear that all developments would be twisted.

Just as I felt dizzy and wanted to stagger from that fact, Crusoe closed her mouth and seemed to be contemplating something.

She seemed to have come to some conclusion in her own way.

“……First, you all should leave as you are. And inform the outside about the situation. If necessary, I’ll write you a letter of introduction to the White Tower [a powerful organization of mages]. Then they’ll take action as a priority.”

Crusoe calmly advised me and the mercenaries to retreat.

The mercenaries are listening silently.

Of course, no one would suggest how to handle it right now.

But I know.

She’s not the kind of person who would say let’s back down here.

“……What are you going to do, Crusoe-ssi?”

“…….”

“It sounds like you’re saying you’re not going to leave, Crusoe-ssi.”

She doesn’t deny it.

She slowly shakes her head.

“I’m going to challenge that monster again. I’ll try to defeat it if possible… or… weaken it. Maybe if I provoke it, it might self-destruct.”

“You’re going to fight?”

“That’s reckless! Magician Miss!”

“Otherwise, it’ll come after us, right?”

Right now, Crusoe has only blocked our location with magic.

If we move, it will smell us and come after us immediately.

She intends to stay here not only to block it but also to make the accompanying party retreat.

“It’s something I have to do. Above all, it’s the result of a mistake I didn’t finish. I have to take responsibility.”

That’s the responsibility that is like her in the original work I read.

‘The problem is, does Crusoe have a chance of winning?’

If it were the monster from before, Crusoe could somehow manage one-on-one.

The problem is that he has drawn out power due to an unexpected situation, and above all, Crusoe must be tired now.

No matter how many mana potions she drinks, she can’t do anything about fatigue.

‘But I can’t stop her… and she’s not someone who would listen even if I did.’

As she said, we might not be able to escape unless someone stops it.

‘If it were the protagonist… he wouldn’t bother entrusting it to someone else and would have taken care of it himself…….’

I feel a little bitter about that.

I can’t take the good choices like that bastard.

I’m not the protagonist, so I can’t do everything myself.

‘Was it all in vain after all?’

I was trying to suck honey by sticking to the actions of a supporting character, but instead of honey, I’m just drinking blood!

‘If only I were a little stronger… no, that’s not it.’

Thinking that far, I regretted that it was too much.

I have to consider what I can do now, and it’s a foolish way of thinking to regret imagining a future me that might exist.

‘No, maybe this is an opportunity.’

It’s too bad to give up.

I carefully recalled the monster’s information and tried my best to find a countermeasure.

I was so deeply troubled that I felt like my eyeballs were twitching.

How much of a chance do I have of winning?

What is the best thing to do?

And I came to a conclusion.

“Let’s hunt him.”

“……Spiritist?”

“What are you talking about, Eilon?”

Everyone looks at me with faces that doubt whether I’m in my right mind.

“I can’t leave him alone after all. But honestly, I can’t just leave it to Crusoe-ssi alone. So, I’ll help too.”

“……What’s the reason?”

“Because of profit.”

“Yes?!”

Crusoe was momentarily speechless, as if she didn’t expect me to say this.

“Surely you don’t expect me to say I’m doing this for justice, right?”

Well, the protagonist would say that without changing his expression, but I can’t do that much.

What I’ve decided is a conclusion I’ve reached after considering the pros and cons.

‘This is an opportunity.’

If I defeat the powerful enemy that will appear in Volume 9 now, it will be easier to prepare for my future.

In addition, I am confident that tremendous Influence has gathered on him.

I definitely want to get my hands on it.

‘If I defeat him, it might come to me.’

If so, it’s too good to miss.

Moreover, it’s not impossible.

If I do well, I can achieve it enough.

Above all.

“I need to make money. If that guy causes a mess, it’ll be even harder to make a living, right?”

If I back down here, I’ll go bankrupt.

When I said this, the mercenaries burst into laughter this time.

“Well, that makes sense.”

“We have to make a living. How much did we invest for this exploration! If we back down here, we won’t even get our money back!”

I was quite surprised that they reacted this way.

I was planning to send them away and just deal with that monster with Crusoe.

“We’ll help too!”

“I don’t know what we can do, but if there’s anything we can do, we’ll help!”

“Where’s that profit! Let us see it too!”

Of course, they’re not really taking our side because they’re blinded by money.

They sympathize with the reason Crusoe gave, and they sympathize with my greed.

Anyway, no one is backing down.

“Now that it’s come to this, let’s prepare, Crusoe-ssi.”

“……Haa, okay. Yes. Then I won’t stop you anymore.”

Crusoe blankly looked at us in turn and said, drooping her shoulders.

“So, Spiritist? What are you planning to do?”

“It’s nothing special. Just.”

I said, gazing at the area where that monster is far away.

“We have to beat him up hard. Until he falls.”

It’s simple.

“We’ll mobilize everything we can.”

Everything I know, Crusoe’s magic, the mercenaries’ help, etc.

Since the protagonist isn’t here, the insignificant ones have to work hard.

* * *

The one who recreated the giant on this land.

The old black magician always praised and advertised him as a perfect masterpiece.

However, the giant he created cannot understand the meaning of those words.

Because it doesn’t have the ability to think.

It only moves according to the black magician’s control.

That’s all.

That’s why it was incomplete.

It can definitely be said to be a contradiction in itself.

A recreated creature without the ability to think.

It is definitely nothing more than a failure.

The first time that the giant began to sprout the idea of thinking was truly a coincidental situation.

It is thoroughly attacked and destroyed by intruders.

The intruders were strong.

In particular, the attack of the one who wields vast mana cannot be dealt with no matter what.

If it continues like this, its tenacious life will come to an end.

However, it does not have the ability to understand the situation, and it does not know what to do.

At that moment, something whispered and pushed the giant’s mind.

‘That’s it,’ it said.

What something pointed to was the creator, the black magician.

He is shouting, spitting.

That something says.

Use that.

The instruction of something that surpasses the power of control.

The giant grabbed the black magician as it was.

It squeezed out his blood, crushed his spinal cord, and swallowed him.

Thus, the giant’s thinking was born for the first time.

The unknown voice is no longer heard.

But now I can know even if I don’t hear it.

This is how you can escape the crisis.

Magic.

That is the method used by the intruder who is now tormenting him.

And although the nature is different, it is what the black magician who recreated him used.

It reproduced the circle of the black magician who had swallowed it as it was.

But it’s a mess.

The circle is creaking, and black magic is rampaging indiscriminately.

If it were a human, they would have vomited all the blood in their body at will and died, or even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would not have been able to get up for the rest of their lives.

The giant imitated magic, forcibly fitting the frame with its innate strength alone.

It is crude to even call it magic.

It just squeezed out black magic, contained it, and shot it out.

That alone was enough to defeat the intruders.

Meanwhile, the ability to think gradually increases.

Little by little, I began to understand.

Those are the enemies.

If you don’t get rid of the enemies, you will continue to suffer.

It was a simple animal-like conclusion, but it was a thought that the giant had never had before.

In line with that thought, he swung his fist and chased away the enemies.

Finally, he activated magic, roughly radiating black magic around him.

Through that, he swept away the surroundings.

Finally, the annoying enemies disappeared.

After removing the immediate crisis, the giant began the next thought.

This place is narrow.

It is uncomfortable to move around.

But there is a wider place above this.

I know because I have gone out to the ground and worked under the black magician’s orders several times.

Let’s go out.

To that end, he began to destroy the inside of the workshop indiscriminately.

What will you do after going out to the ground?

That was another problem to think about after achieving the immediate goal.

But for some reason, I felt like I knew.

If I go out, that something that led him will give another order.

Because I survived by following its instructions.

Just trust it.

There is no worry.

It seemed to claim the identity of that power in this way.

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