WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 109: The Plan

Just moments ago, when the flames erupted and Ben's body regenerated, an idea came to him.

'Mana Displacement Organ.' It was a body part he had gained from the Phantom Ravager, an ability that let him hide within illusions, masking his presence.

But that alone wasn't enough to win. The Alpha's senses were too sharp. Even if Ben got close, the creature would detect him instantly. He needed something more.

That's why Ben had asked Elvira to bombard it with spells. Not to harm it. To overwhelm it.

If the Alpha was too busy reacting to the relentless attacks, Ben would have a perfect opening.

As long as he could land a hit, his pickaxe would tear through the Alpha like paper. So far, nothing had been able to withstand its edge.

Elvira agreed immediately. She didn't hesitate—casting a relentless barrage of elemental attacks, testing, watching, gauging its reactions.

Her focus sharpened. She wasn't just doing Ben's plan. She was analyzing the alpha. And that's when she noticed something.

The Krell Alpha's body functioned like a living mana conduit—a system designed to absorb, redirect, and repurpose magical energy instead of resisting it. Unlike normal creatures that had natural barriers or cores to regulate mana, the Alpha's body was open, allowing magic to pass through it like water through a pipe.

It wasn't just blocking spells—it was rerouting them. Any magic that entered its body didn't change, it simply flowed through and was released elsewhere. There was no transformation, no refinement—only pure redirection.

Elvira narrowed her eyes, her mind piecing it together. 'It doesn't seem to have a specific way to alter the mana it consumes… The only limit is how much its body can contain at once.'

If that was the case, then overloading it was possible. But she needed to confirm how different elements affected it.

She tested its reaction, casting thunder, fire, ice, and light, carefully watching for signs of strain or instability.

Light magic was useless. It passed through the Alpha harmlessly, almost as if the creature ignored it altogether. There was no disruption.

But when it absorbed lightning, cracks briefly formed along its chitin, arcs of electricity lingering on its body, making it twitch involuntarily.

Fire, while easier for it to contain, distorted its armor. The intense heat warped the hardened shell, slowing its natural adjustments as it struggled to disperse the energy evenly.

Ice had a different effect. The Alpha didn't freeze, but the extreme cold made its chitin seize up, delaying its ability to shift and adjust its form mid-battle.

The unstable elements lightning, fire, and ice disrupted that flow, causing interference.

If she could force it to absorb too much at once, it would create a buildup of unstable energy. Its body wouldn't be able to process all of it fast enough, weakening its ability to react and sense incoming attacks.

That explained its behavior. The Alpha didn't consume magic recklessly. It only absorbed spells when necessary or when the energy was something it could handle easily. That's why it often dodged fusion magic instead of eating it outright.

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That's why Elvira decided to spam her spell, "Fusion Magic—Cataclysm Requiem." Her goal is always one, to force it to eat it.

Back in the present, Ben wasn't happy. Not at all. Even after consuming the Alpha, something felt off.

[You consumed 1.875 Mana, and 117 Biomass.]

Ben's frown deepened. 'That wasn't right.'

Normally, when he consumed a creature, the system would confirm it—a full absorption notice. But this?

This was the kind of notification he only got when he ate a corpse. His gut twisted. 'Did the Alpha really die that easily?'

Ben seriously doubted it. A creature with shapeshifting, extreme regeneration, and mana absorption wouldn't go down that easy. That was exactly why he had used Consume in the first place—not just to get a rare body part, but to make sure the Krell Alpha was actually dead.

Then—the remains started moving. Chunks of blackened flesh and severed exoskeleton that had been floating in the air twitched.

Ben's head snapped up, scanning the battlefield, his instincts screaming.

Elvira's eyes narrowed. A magic circle flared into existence above her palm. "Ignis Lances!"

Blazing spears materialized in the air. With a sharp flick of her hand, they shot toward every moving piece of the Alpha's body. She didn't hold back. Not a single fragment was spared.

BOOM!

Fire consumed the battlefield, incinerating the Alpha's remains until nothing but smoke and embers remained.

Ben exhaled slowly, his eyes drifting toward Earth. The creature still stood there. Unmoving. Watching. Like a statue.

Ben clicked his tongue. "Your boss is dead, and you're still just standing there?"

The Ravager didn't respond. Its mandibles clicked in a slow, deliberate sneer. A chill crept down Ben's spine. 'Dammit, is the Alpha really still alive!?' His eyes darted around, scanning every inch of the battlefield.

Nothing.

Elvira had burned everything. There were no bodies left. Only smoke.

That's when the thought hit him. Ben's expression darkened. "Elvira." His voice was sharp. "Use a wind spell. Blow that smoke away."

Elvira turned to him, frowning. "Smoke? Why?"

Ben's jaw clenched. "I saw this in a movie once. The enemy still regenerated—even when only smoke was left." His gaze locked onto the swirling black mist. 'The smoke still count as part of their body.'

Elvira didn't hesitate. Her hands flicked through the air, a new magic circle forming at her fingertips. "Aero Tempest!"

A powerful gust of wind surged forward, roaring across the battlefield. The force swept through the lingering smoke, aiming to scatter it.

But then—something was wrong. The smoke didn't disperse. Instead, it resisted. Rather than being blown away, the smoke shifted, coiling against the wind, moving with an unnatural, almost conscious intent.

Elvira's breath hitched. "What the Hell…"

The swirling mass of black smoke rushed together, condensing into a single point. Slowly, its form began to take shape—the Krell Alpha was reforming.

Elvira's eyes narrowed. Her grip on mana tightened, and she poured more power into her spell. "Not happening."