Awakening the Useless Class… But My Talents Are Broken?!-Chapter 150: Rescue II

They continued moving.

During the day, they traveled steadily. At night, they rested in short shifts. Food was cooked as they hunted the monsters that came on the way while they were travelling. The villagers perfectly butchered the monsters, storing the meat properly as well as their hides also.

Two days passed.

On the second night, the caravan stopped near a rocky clearing. Small fires were lit, carefully controlled so they wouldn’t attract too much attention. Most people were asleep.

Seris was asleep on top of the carriage, on her comfy seat she build, the one she build while they were resting on first day.

Elina slept inside the barrier, resting too.

Mike was on night watch.

Zephyr lay nearby, eyes half-closed.

Suddenly—

Zephyr’s ears snapped up. A low growl came from his throat.

Mike stood slowly and placed a hand on his sword.

"...Looks like we have uninvited guests," he said quietly.

From the darkness beyond the trees came movement.

Heavy.

Low to the ground.

Undead boars emerged first—rotting flesh, exposed bone, red flames glowing in their chests. Behind them, more shapes followed. Twisted beasts. Lesser undead meant to overwhelm through numbers.

The golem knights on both sides of the caravan activated instantly. Their eyes glowed as they raised their weapons, forming a defensive line.

Mike walked forward alone.

He drew his sword.

Golden aura flared around him, lighting the ground beneath his feet.

The undead boars charged.

Mike moved.

One clean swing.

A wide arc of sword light tore through the front line. Three undead boars were cut in half at once, their bodies collapsing before they even understood they were dead.

Another wave rushed in.

Mike stepped forward again.

Slash.

Slash.

Each strike was precise. Bones, flesh, and cores were split cleanly apart. The monsters didn’t even reach him.

"I held back in the village," Mike said calmly, walking through falling remains. "Too many people around. Too much risk."

He raised his sword slightly.

"But now?" He looked at the remaining undead.

"There’s no such worry."

The golden aura intensified.

One long horizontal slash followed.

The remaining undead were erased in a single line, bodies scattering across the ground.

Silence returned.

The golem knights stood down.

Zephyr relaxed and sat beside Mike.

Mike wiped his blade and looked into the darkness.

"...Wrong time to attack," he said quietly.

Behind him, the caravan remained safe.

" Now where is the boss, the one leading this lesser undeads" Mike mumbled as he looked around and he soon got his answer.

Mike looked at the direction from where his senses picked the activity.

The air suddenly turned cold.

The flames around the camp flickered, shrinking as if something was draining the heat out of them. A pressure spread through the clearing, heavy and unpleasant.

From between the trees, a dark shape floated forward.

It was a wraith.

Its body was made of twisted black mist, a faint skeletal face visible inside. Red light burned where its eyes should have been. The ground beneath it frosted over as it moved.

The golem knights raised their weapons at once.

The wraith stared straight at Mike.

Then it opened its mouth and roared, a sound filled with hatred and death mana.

"So noisy," Mike said flatly.

He looked calm despite the powerful early Rank 3 undead coming at him.

Mana surged through his body, flowing cleanly into his arms. His Sword Saint talent fully aligned his stance and breathing. The world narrowed to a single line in front of him.

And then Mike simply swing his sword in clean horizontal line as a golden line like slash tore through at the Wraith.

The wraith lifted its arms.

Dark spikes and ghostly claws formed around it, rushing toward Mike from every direction.

A single golden slash tore through the night.

The sword light didn’t just cut the attacks—it erased them. Dark mana split apart instantly, dispersing like smoke in the wind.

The slash continued forward.

Straight through the wraith.

For a moment, the boss froze in midair.

Then its body split cleanly into pieces, the core shattered before it could even react.

The remaining dark mist wriggled once—

—and vanished.

Behind it, trees that had been caught in the path of the slash were cut apart as well, trunks falling slowly to the ground.

Thud. Thud.

The forest went quiet again.

Mike lowered his sword.

"...Too weak," he said.

The golden aura faded.

The golem knights returned to standby mode. Zephyr closed his eyes as he saw its over.

A few moments later, Elina and Seris rushed over.

"...What happened?" Elina asked.

Mike looked back at the empty clearing and scattered remains.

"Night disturbance," he replied calmly. "It’s over."

Seris stared at the fallen trees, then at Mike, and shook her head.

"...Every time I see this, I wonder if you were ever serious when you fought me."

Mike sheathed his sword.

"Go back to sleep," he said. "Nothing else is coming tonight."

Seris pouted when she saw him change the topic, but she didn’t argue. She turned around and went back to the carriage.

Elina stayed.

She raised her staff and closed her eyes.

"Nature’s Embrace."

A large green magic circle spread across the ground, covering all the undead bodies Mike had destroyed. Soft emerald light flowed over the remains. The dark necromantic energy was stripped away, and the bodies began to decay naturally.

In just a second, bones, flesh, and corrupted mana broke down and dissolved into the soil, becoming part of the earth.

The cold pressure vanished completely.

Elina lowered her staff and nodded.

"Now they can rest," she said quietly.

Mike nodded as well.

Nature’s Embrace freed the bodies from the curse of necromancy, allowing the souls bound to them to finally move on. What remained returned to nature, clean and peaceful.

The night grew calm again.

The forest natural calm also return.

With the danger gone, Mike returned to his position near the caravan, keeping watch until his shift ended.

After three hours, Seris woke up and nodded at him, signaling that she would take over.

Mike nodded back and stepped away. He leaned against Zephyr’s warm side and slowly drifted to sleep, while Seris took up the night watch.