Chapter 27:

Chapter 27: Reclamation of Flogas

Sent to Another World with 100 Luck Stat

The two suns had only begun to crest the horizon when our company gathered at the edge of the radiant wall that sealed Flogas from the world.

Reimei and I rode upon Janbo’s broad back, his fur bristling in the cool dawn air, while the others soared above us astride three crimson-scaled dragons, their wings scattering the early light like shards of fire.

Our group was small but resolute: Rion, Reimei, Lily, Father Damian, Zid, Janbo, and myself.

Before us loomed a barrier unlike the Boundaries that divided the regions.

This was no veil to be traversed, but a fortress of light itself.

The Divine Barrier of High Priestess Selena shimmered in towering brilliance, its surface both impenetrable and absolute.

When I laid my palm against it, the air burned faintly with divinity, as if warning me that nothing that exists in this world could trespass.

Behind us, Uncle Hekken, Silvia, Serafina, and the weary defenders of Seres stood ready, their task clear: hold the line the instant Lena’s counter-barrier failed.

High Priestess Lena herself stood nearby, staff in hand, with Aira at her side.

Their duty was no less heavy, mending the wounded when the tide of battle inevitably surged.

The wall of light stretched endlessly upward, climbing past the clouds themselves.

No flight would pierce it.

No shadow would slip through.

“My Divine Barrier will last half a day at most,” Lena said at last, her voice calm but carrying the weight of inevitability.

She pressed her staff into the radiant surface, and at her touch, the divine wall quivered.

A fissure of brilliance split open, widening into a narrow passage just wide enough for one to pass.

“Go now,” she urged, her eyes closing briefly in prayer.

“May the grace of the gods protect you all.”

Rion stepped forward first, vanishing into the breach without hesitation.

Janbo padded after, carrying Reimei and me, while Lily followed in his wake.

“See you guys later,” I called back, my voice swallowed quickly by the glow as I stepped into the tunnel.

The passage was no more than a meter wide, the radiance blinding on every side.

I could see nothing of what lay ahead, only endless light pressing against me.

Then, emergence.

The world that greeted me was a graveyard of frost.

Hundreds of corpses lay scattered in grotesque stillness, their forms frozen solid, their expressions locked in terror.

Even the earth bore scars of Rion’s magic, trees charred black, their ashes encased in ice, and soil hardened into crystal.

“They’re waiting for us,” Rion’s cold voice carried across the frozen plain, a statement not of fear but certainty.

As if summoned by his words, the air rippled and a black fireball screamed toward us, trailing smoke and heat.

“Ground, form a barrier of stone to shield me!” Lily’s voice rang clear as her staff lit with power.
“Fourth Rank Magic: Stone Wall!”

The earth rumbled as jagged stone surged upward before us, bracing against the incoming inferno.

“Fourth Rank Magic, Ice Wall!” Rion’s voice rang like steel.

A towering barricade of frost and stone erupted before us, intercepting the oncoming fireball.

The explosion thundered against the barrier, black flames scattering into smoke and sparks.

“Lily, support Father Damian and Zid. Reimei, guard Janbo and Raki. I’ll clear the path.”

Rion’s cold command left no room for hesitation.

With a single kick, he sent the colossal wall of dirt and ice surging forward like a battering ram, crashing toward the ruined outskirts of the town.

“Damian, Zid, handle the undead Lizardmen,” he ordered without breaking stride.

Then, with a flash of his eyes toward me, he added, “Raki, Urzuz is yours.”

And just like that, he was gone, his figure a blur of motion as he sprinted headlong into the chaos, ice lances spiraling from his hands to clash with the towering silhouette of the Death Knight astride Urzuz.

He had already mapped the battlefield in the span of heartbeats.

His instincts were carved from countless battles, every move efficient, every command precise.

I clenched my fist. “Card,” I whispered.

The deck shimmered into existence.

“Flip.”

The cards spun in a blur before halting in place.

Three faces stared back at me, The Fool, The Lovers, The Chariot.

My hand hovered, heart pounding.

With only fragments of meaning echoing in my mind, I reached for the Fool’s Arcana.

“Exoplizo,” I chanted.

The world dissolved. I awoke in that strange dimension again, where words and symbols drifted like constellations across an endless void.

They whispered their truths into me, and knowledge surged like a torrent. My skull felt ready to shatter beneath the flood, every letter and image carving itself into my being.

I gasped. “Dice roll, Penta!”

The dice clattered across the unseen ground.

Their faces blazed as they came to rest, three fours, two sixes. Power swelled through me.

“Janbo! Protect Reimei and Lily!” I shouted.

“Bau!” Janbo barked, lowering his head and bracing himself, eyes burning with resolve.

“I’m going,” I said, already sprinting after Rion.

Ahead, he carved a path with merciless precision, hurling massive lances of ice to drive apart the Death Dragon Urzuz and its rider, the Death Knight Althea.

The air screamed as black, needle-like projectiles erupted from the enemy, streaking toward the sky like a storm of cursed thorns.

But the Fool’s Arcana whispered their intent to me before the arrows even fell, I knew where they would strike.

And I would be ready.

Divine Magic: Fool’s Wisdom.

The world around me fractured into layers of possibility.

Each heartbeat painted mirages of what was to come, glimpses of the next few seconds unfurling before my eyes like ripples on a pond.

Every strike, every arrow, every wingbeat of the dragon was already written, dancing like afterimages in the air.

Dodging volleys of arrows became trivial, almost laughable, like stepping aside from a child’s playful toss.

But I couldn’t allow Urzuz to dictate the battle.

If he drew us into the skies, we would be at his mercy.

No, I would ground this fight, I thought.

“Gungnir.”

The name alone birthed light.

In my grip materialized a heavenly spear, its shaft etched with runes that glowed faintly, as though remembering the forge-fire of the dwarves who had once wrought it.

Before leaving Lahir, I had used two free pulls on the Divine Gacha.

By sheer providence… no, perhaps destiny itself, I had drawn forth not one, but two SSR weapons.

Gungnir (SSR).

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Forged in the heart of the earth by dwarven hands, it pierces weapons, shield, and armor alike, leaving wounds beyond repair. A spear that never misses its mark.

Strength +100%.

And the other one:

Aegis (SSR).

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A divine shield that radiates terror into the hearts of foes, unleashing gales of wrath when struck. The bulwark of gods themselves.

Defense +100%.

Health +100%.

In my old world, legends whispered of these artifacts, the spear of Odin, the shield of Zeus.

Now, they rested in my hands.

My gaze locked on Urzuz. In my vision, two dragons overlapped: the present beast thrashing through the skies, and its mirage three seconds into the future.

I raised Gungnir, steadying my breath, my aim not at the dragon before me but at the shadow of what it would become.

And then I hurled it.

As I drew back to hurl the spear with every ounce of strength, flames ignited along its shaft.

It blazed like the sun, searing the sky itself.

One…

Two…

On the third beat, I let it fly.

The spear tore through the heavens like a meteor, its trail a burning arc across the battlefield.

Urzuz and Althea both turned, their eyes widening at the incoming inferno.

They tried to evade, but Gungnir was too swift, too inevitable.

Though it missed the dragon’s heart, the spear grazed its wings, vaporizing them in an instant.

With a deafening crash, Urzuz and the Death Knight were driven from the sky, smashing through the stone of a building in Flogas.

The weapon’s radiance dimmed as it curved back, spinning in a flawless arc before settling once more into my grasp, as gentle as if it had always belonged there.

I sprinted toward the wreckage, only for my vision to fracture again.

A mirage appeared: Urzuz’s claws rending through my chest. Anticipating the strike, I shifted my weight, dodging a breath before its talons ripped through the air where I had been.

“AAAAAAAH!” The Death Dragon’s shriek shook the streets, fury and pain mingling as fire still clung to its charred back.

Meanwhile, Rion had already forced Althea into a prison of jagged ice, locking her movements with walls that closed from every side.

Two choices presented themselves: face Urzuz alone while Rion fought the Death Knight… or stall for time, buying enough moments for him to finish Althea so we could strike the dragon together.

But Urzuz had learned. It knew the danger of Gungnir.

Each time I prepared to hurl the spear, the beast lunged, harrying me with relentless strikes as if aware I could glimpse its movements ahead of time.

I was forced to yield ground, step after step.

“Dice Roll, Penta.” The words left my lips just as the surge from my last boost faded.

The dice tumbled, clattering against unseen stone.

Three fives. Two sixes.

My last free roll of the day.

With a heavy breath, I lowered Gungnir and slid it back into storage.

“Cocytus,” I invoked, and the world answered with frost.

The ground cracked as sheets of ice surged outward, swallowing the battlefield.

Even Urzuz’s massive limbs stiffened, bound in glacial chains that crept up its scales and locked its movements.

The Azure Archmage Armor shimmered faintly, shielding me from the biting cold that would have otherwise claimed me as well.

A third path revealed itself.

Not just stalling.