Constructing-Style Wizard

Who would be heartless enough to rob an Imperial Man of his chance to continue fighting?

Even if this man is a Sin Soldier, as long as he proves himself, he is worthy of respect.

The soldiers no longer discuss leaving the Sin Soldier behind.

Noland Lee’s actions have ignited their desire to fight and their competitive spirit.

They want to prove their worth through their actions, proving that they are better than any Sin Soldier.

The intense cries of battle grow louder, covering up the sound of footsteps in the Skeleton Ocean, echoing in the icy, lonely Tomb Stairway, composing a dramatic opera of life and death without an audience.

Time flows away, second by second, just like blood seeps from Noland Lee’s body, drop by drop.

Noland Lee feels his body growing cold, his will fading, and he longs to gulp down water—this is a delusion caused by severe blood loss, signifying that death is nearing.

His blood drips and flows, staining each stepstone red, laying out his path to death.

Is he about to die?

A bitter smile forms on Noland Lee’s face, hidden beneath the breathing mask.

Damn it, what bad luck to start a traversal like this…

The Deconstruction Core System, this thing is definitely not suitable for a battle.

Its correct use should be for research, cracking, translation, scientific examinations and so forth.

Taking such a system geared towards theoretical research to the battlefield indeed gives off the vibe of a man “regretting his choice of occupation all his life”…

Noland Lee is now on the verge of unconsciousness, only being able to rigidly wave around his Engineering Hammer.

Just as he feels his life about to slip away, a loud whistle comes from above, from the Stairway Entrance where the reconnaissance squad is.

Noland Lee turns to look back, and his heart lightens. He realized that he has unknowingly retreated to the Tomb Ground-level Area.

“Whistle~~”

The soldier standing at the Stairway Entrance who blew the whistle yells down to the reconnaissance squad below:

“Soldiers, take note! We have the Bee Syrup Bombs ready! You must quickly exit the stairway; we will cover your retreat!”

Noland Lee forces out the last of his strength, running up with the soldiers in the squad. Under the cover of a barrage, he steps into the Tomb Ground-level Area.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally… saved…

As he steps beyond the door of the Stairway, Noland Lee’s body slumps, and he falls to the ground, devoid of any strength.

The corporal and soldier beside him share the same fate, with only Corporal Mars managing to remain standing.

Three bombs, shaped like beehives, fly over their heads and drop into the staircase.

The fuses of the bombs rapidly ignite, and bright sparks billow out smoke.

After the ‘bang’, the three bombs explode simultaneously. Smoke billows out, and countless black dots fly out from the exploding bombs, rushing towards the Skeleton Warriors.

These black dots seem like they are Bee Syrups altered by the Empire, Noland Lee can smell a sweet scent.

Once the black Bee Syrup hits the Skeleton Warriors, it bursts into another explosion that splatters a large amount of black sludge onto the Skeleton Warriors.

The moment the bones of the Skeleton Warriors touch the black sludge, they melt away rapidly, like ignited cotton.

In merely tens of seconds, a large group of Skeleton Warriors that had made the reconnaissance squad extremely ragged melted into pools of black sludge…

Noland Lee sees the Skeleton Warriors melt away, and the last bit of his desire to fight dissipates.

His vision darkens and he falls backward onto the ground.

Just when he thinks he is going to die from excessive blood loss, two Medical Soldiers dressed in White Military Uniforms lift him off the ground and place him onto a stretcher.

A soft tube roughly the thickness of a finger is inserted into his throat through his mouth, stopping at the epiglottis.

The Medical Soldiers press on the inflatable sac in their hands, manually pumping some Green Liquid into the tube.

The Green Liquid squirms through the tube, flowing down into Noland Lee’s esophagus.

The intense thirst brought about by blood loss stimulates Noland Lee, and he unknowingly swallows the liquid, not knowing its effects.

Somewhere he can’t see, green scabs start forming on his skin and the flowing blood quickly ceases.

At the same time, a warm sensation appears around the wound, making him comfortable, as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

By the time he is carried into the temporary Medical Tent by the Medical Soldiers, he surprisingly finds that his brain has become much clearer and not as groggy and weak as before.

Shouldn’t die here…Noland Lee watches the Medical Soldiers give him an injection, hangs a drip, and administers Crimson Plasma into his body, he feels a sense of vitality returning, a feeling of life being revived.

As his body temperature returns to normal, his dizziness subsides, tiredness and sleepiness take over, Noland Lee can’t help but falls into a deep sleep.

….

In a half-asleep state, Noland Lee hears the sound of footsteps getting closer.

He barely opens his eyes and sees Corporal Mars, who just pulled aside the tent curtain.

“Jarvis, how are you feeling?”

Corporal Mars comes next to the bed, checks the wound on his wrist, and says with a nod:

“Seems like you’re recovering quite well, the Special Effect Medicine Syrup supplied by Division Intelligence Unit Three always works fast and effectively.”

Noland Lee lifts his arm, looks at the green scabs on his skin, and sits up on the bed.

Well, one needs to admit that these medical supplies in the biochemical mutation line are indeed effective.

The Green Potion combined with Crimson Plasma has pulled him, who was on the brink of death due to excessive blood loss, back from the jaws of death.

And judging from the Mechanical Hanging Clock on the wall, he has only slept for half an hour.action

In such a short amount of time, his injuries have completely taken a turn for the better, and most of his strength has returned…