Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 129:Dungeon Discovery [5]

With both my hands moving downward, my sword followed after, glowing a light-blue with my elemental sight active.

Just as it was about to reach the flying wolf below, the sword halted; however, the light-blue particles did not, surging downward and away from the sword.

My right hand threatened to crack completely while my broken middle finger continued to ache with pain, but I endured.

Perhaps, all this pain would be worth it if I managed to protect someone.

A holographic version of my sword, created by a mix of light-blue mana particles and grey time particles, burst forward from the now-frozen real sword at the wolf.

It was an elemental sword slash.

Usually, it would take students up to three months for an Imperial student to perform such a feat.

But I wasn’t just any Imperial student; I was the final antagonist.

Blessed by the author with power rivaling, but just a bit less than, the protagonist, I could force my body to perform one, even if it wasn’t ready.

As I slowly descended, my elemental sword slash took shape.

It was still rudimentary and could be disrupted easily if someone disturbed it, but thankfully, the wolf did not know that.

At that moment, a sudden gust of wind brushed against my face.

Was it the elevator from earlier descending?

Frantically looking upward to make sure no students were within, I froze when something else flashed across my gaze.

Floating right above me, a large and... somewhat familiar building appeared with a white clock mirroring that of the one on the famous structure, "Big Ben."

The two metals hand pointed straight upward at a perfect 90 degree marking, marking midnight...or midday, I could not tell.

I immediately understood its purpose.

Without any hesitation, I muttered.

"Forward."

Suddenly, the minute hand began to move rapidly forward, passing by one, two, three...and speeding forward faster and faster.

However, everything around me remained unaffected as the sun in the sky descended at the same rate and the wolves continued to jump at me from the ground with no changes in their speed.

Yet, at that moment, when I shifted my gaze downward, the flying wolf below me came into view.

When the wolf had emerged from the portal, its grey and red fur was perfectly groomed, and its eyes were filled with energy and vitality, racing around.

But...now, in the moment that I had looked away from it, the wolf’s fur had grown to the point where it was covering its eye.

The flying wolf looked more like a white sheep than a vicious mini-boss...

And, finally, my elemental slash had taken shape.

A grey colored, curved boomerang-shaped hologram flew straight through the flying wolf...and did nothing.

As the holagram passed through the miniboss, the wolf’s body remained completely intact and whole...but something else occurred.

The wolf’s eyes, barely visible through its fur, suddenly closed, and its paws drooped lifelessly below it

*BANG*

In the next second, it dropped to the floor, landing on its side... and did not move again.

Lying on its side, the wolf’s corpse was covered by signs of aging, with a dry mouth due to lack of water and tons of overgrown, ungroomed fur.

It had...died of old age?

Before I could even comprehend the flying wolf’s death, my grey elemental slash flew at the ground, attacking all the stronger wolves by the portal.

Above me, the minute hand passed by eleven, now moments away from rejoining the hour’s hand at twelve.

The wolves, having more than enough to see and recognize the danger of the slash, dived out of the way, clearing the landing spot.

With no sound, the grey elemental slash hit the cliffside...and within seconds, countless cracks began appearing all over the ground.

Simultaneously, as the clock tower above returned to two hands pointing upward, the grey elemental slash, followed by the clock tower above me, vanished.

The durable ground that had held up for over a thousand years, since the new age, now crumbled, threatening to fall apart completely.

*WHOOSH*

Suddenly, the elevator flew by the cliffside, descending back down to base camp to pick up more students.

*CRACK*

That was all it took.

A massive crack, dividing the cliffside where the tree stood and the main mountain path, appeared.

The cliffside, full of wolves, tilted backward and fell, heading straight behind...the elevator and toward base camp.

...that wasn’t good.

A large piece of the mountain, big enough to kill at least a hundred students, descended, followed by countless wolves.

It was raining...wolves?

However, two notable things did not descend, levitating in the air a couple of feet in front of me.

The tree, accompanied by the pitch-black portal, floated, undamaged and in perfect condition.

At that moment, a sudden thought flashed across my mind.

If I sent a time elemental slash at the portal, could its condition go back in time and not release monsters?

While the idea had some merit, there were...some more important matters.

Finally landing back on the mountain path, I stared downward, seeing a bunch of hurling wolves and a large piece of land.

Would the students be prepared!?

What if it just squashed them all!?

Would I be arrested for murder!?

How had I gone from being revered for saving the mountain to being put in jail for killing students!?

At that moment...if my eyes did not deceive me, which was very well a possibility considering the strain on my right eye, the cliffside...halted its descent.

"...what!?"

On the other hand, the wolves fell right past the piece of land and toward the ground, some splattering on it and instantly dying,

Under me, though, a blood-red painted orange piece of land, formerly belonging to the mountain, now floated in the air, a couple of hundred meters away from the defenseless students.

What type of miracle was this!?

Shocking me and almost causing me to fall forward off the mountain path, a loud scream echoed behind me.

"I couldn’t find any teachers fast enough...so I got the second best thing!"