Arknightcraft Modpack
Chapter 531: Zorah Magdaros
To be honest, Steven's performance looked painfully awkward to anyone watching. Even the girl beside him couldn't help but turn her face away, as if she simply couldn't bear to look.
But if one connected this to everything he had done earlier, some people wouldn't think that way at all—like the man from Umbrella who was directly involved. A fine layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead. Unlike the girl, he didn't feel the urge to curl his toes in embarrassment.
No one understood better than he did the true weight behind that seemingly light strike. In fact, even if compared to his full-power blow, it wouldn't be much weaker.
A lion uses its full strength even to hunt a rabbit. When he attacked this mysterious stranger, he hadn't held back just because of those absurd movements.
And yet, the boy now posing strangely in front of him looked completely unharmed. He was brimming with vitality, as if nothing had happened at all.
He swallowed quietly. The man's eyes showed hesitation now, his nerves fraying. If his Arts-powered telekinetic strike couldn't affect this kid, then any other tricks he had would probably only make him look ridiculous.
Since when did Lungmen have a monster like this? Something with physical strength even more absurd than his own modified experimental body—could that really exist? And throughout all of this, there hadn't been a single fluctuation of Arts from the boy. It made no sense.
His instincts as a fighter told him the boy before him was anything but simple. The killing intent and anger from earlier faded quickly, replaced by cold caution.
At this point, he even regretted speaking so boldly before.
"…Sir, perhaps this is all just a misunder—"
All thoughts of pride and status vanished. The man instantly lowered himself, plastering on a fawning smile—a perfect demonstration of "a real man bends when necessary."
But this time, Steven wasn't having it.
What kind of joke was this? He'd already triggered the transformation with background music and everything, and now the opponent wanted to back out? No way.
Steven turned toward him with a friendly smile. Before anyone could see how he moved, he was already standing in front of the man who was still trying to appease him.
His raised fist drew back and shot it forward. It looked like an utterly ordinary straight punch, lacking any technique—but it carried a sound as if the air itself had detonated.
Even the self-proclaimed martial artist girl couldn't follow Steven's movement. The only reason she knew he had thrown a straight punch was because that was the pose he froze in afterward.
As for the man—he was gone.
All that remained was a massive hole in the ceiling that hadn't been there before, along with the delayed boom of a heavy impact echoing from above.
Staring blankly at the gaping hole, the girl hadn't seen Steven move at all. She hadn't even noticed how the man had been sent flying. By the time she realized, the scene was already like this.
Her eyes wide, she tried to gather her thoughts—but before she could even find her voice, the room's door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
Fully armed Umbrella members flooded into the room. When they saw a strange man still striking a pose with a suona blaring beside him, they were momentarily confused, unable to grasp the situation.
Only when the corpse—after who knew how long flying through the air—finally succumbed to gravity and dropped in front of them like a heap of mud did they realize what had happened.
After a brief commotion, the Umbrella members charged at Steven like a pack of rabid dogs. At this point, there was no need to consider his identity anymore. Anyone who had done something like this could only be an enemy.
Weapons of all kinds and Originium Arts flashed with cold light as they surged toward him. Yet Steven, still holding that frozen punch pose like a paused animation, merely shook his head with faint regret.
He hadn't even finished his Tidal Sunset yet, and someone actually dared to attack him during his own BGM? Did they think they were playing Touhou or something?
He didn't even bother dodging the weapons or the Arts. The Minecrafter simply charged forward through the barrage in a single step. The next moment—before anyone could see what he did—the Umbrella members who had been pouring into the small room like a tide all collapsed to the ground, as if the area had been instantly cleared.
Steven couldn't even be bothered to use a weapon. These so-called gangsters might be formidable to the Lungmen locals, but that was about it. Even the pressure from his punches alone was enough to make them disappear.
After what didn't even count as a warm-up, the Umbrella members were sprawled across the floor. Most were barely breathing, more out than in. The only one still standing was the man Steven had noticed earlier—the apparent team captain.
It wasn't because he was especially strong. Steven simply knew he needed someone alive for questioning. After all, he wasn't just a brainless brute.
The survivor stared at Steven as though looking at an alien. His worldview seemed shattered. No one could believe that someone could ignore weapons and Originium Arts purely through physical strength.
Some of those attacks were even Umbrella's proud post-modification Originium techniques. Even the Imperial Guard of Yan wouldn't dare claim they could block them all, but this seemingly ordinary young man had done exactly that.
If Steven didn't look completely unmodified, the captain would've believed he was the prototype of Umbrella's ultimate dream—Tyrant.
Now, as Steven walked toward him step by step, only despair remained in the captain's eyes.
He should've realized it the moment their trump card had fallen back down from the hole in the ceiling as a corpse. The boy before him was not someone they could afford to provoke.
As for what would happen to him now—that depended entirely on the boy's mood.
"Uh, so—"
"Spare my life and I'll tell you anything!"
Steven had barely opened his mouth before the captain raised both hands high in surrender.
"About that Sankta—"
"Half a month ago, a moving active volcano appeared in the border seas of Ursus. It's said there might be a mineral there purer than Originium, capable of producing far greater energy. But the only one who knows the volcano's exact location is Miss Mostima, who was acting as a messenger nearby at the time."
The captain rattled off the information Steven wanted without hesitation. His desire to live was practically written across his face.
"Hmm… energy, huh. Considering what your group is based on, that's not surprising."
Muttering softly, Steven turned back to the man, who was waiting nervously for the next question.
"And the mineral up there?"
"Our previous boss said… someone recorded it in ancient texts as Zorah Alpha."
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Zorah Magdaros
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Note: Character Illustration is in this Google Drive:
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