Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 140 (Part 2):

Helmut struck down on the snake’s body. Clang! However, the tough body deflected the sword, and its frictionless scales made the blade slip. His balance shifted downwards.

A shadow loomed over Helmut’s head. But as the snake’s head hammered down, Helmut’s figure vanished.

‘It really does resemble Naho. Even now, the posture.’

He leaped diagonally. Normally, one leap would suffice, but Helmut kicked off the snake’s body, leaping multiple times to escape its coil.

Should this be called a baby Naho? Helmut remembered how he struck Naho. Illusions don’t get careless. But this creature was significantly weaker than Naho. No need to wait for an opportunity. Attack the eyes directly!

Crack! Black blood splattered. Aiming for the eyeball, the sword pierced deeply into the creature’s head. It couldn’t resist.

Keee. The snake hissed, collapsing as if fading away. Helmut carefully moved away from the potential hazard of the body, which could lead to disqualification from the text.

‘So far, there’s nothing difficult.’

The fifth stage was a wolf. Its teeth and claws were robust, and its speed was exceptionally fast. A challenging opponent at a second-year level. As he dispatched the wolf, Helmut felt a premonition that a leopard might be next.

“I’m sorry, Elaga.”

Elaga seemed somewhat lenient towards feline monsters. She usually refrained from killing them, unlike Helmut, who had no qualms about even killing fellow humans. A strange softness there.

“Now onto the sixth stage.”

Helmut focused ahead. He was halfway there. With a bit more concentration, he aimed to break through to the tenth stage. Helmut murmured,

“What’s this?”

Insects. Helmut had never encountered insect monsters before.

A flying insect monster. A giant mosquito was as large as the frog he previously encountered. Its buzzing and thick, jagged proboscis were chilling.

‘I see why it requires mental fortitude.’

Merely looking at it felt like it was gnawing at one’s mental strength. A surge of revulsion.

‘An insect monster.’

And it had to be a mosquito. The buzzing was painfully loud, vibrating through the entire space.

Being pierced by its proboscis would mean being drained of all blood and flesh in an instant. The terrifying prospect was vivid.

‘Let’s quickly dispose of it.’

Being a flying creature didn’t matter. In a confined space, even if it flew to the ceiling, it couldn’t escape his sword.

Helmut sliced through the mosquito’s proboscis, cutting the creature into pieces. Watching the insect fragments twitch on the ground like chopped fish brought a revolting feeling. An unenjoyable battle.

The aftermath of the stage left too vivid a visual impact with the remaining bodies. It’s a matter of taste. Helmut wondered if there was a pervert among the magic department professors.

“Surely not another insect?”

At this point, it wasn’t about testing mental strength but tormenting the test subjects.

Truly large insect-type monsters are rare. Compared to animals, insects are simpler creatures, making it difficult for them to develop magical properties. Having magical energy doesn’t necessarily awaken magical properties.

If they can’t develop magical properties, it’s hard for them to grow so large.

Thus, Helmut considered the test somewhat unrealistic. A thought characteristic of someone raised in a forest teeming with monsters.

‘Actual monsters are a bit different.’

Monsters are truly savage predators. Their bodies are developed to maximize their strength, making peculiar creatures rarer than one might think.

Yet, the unreality made it somewhat fun. A test ground where the creativity of the magic department professors was fully utilized. He wondered if they enjoyed tormenting students like this.

“What’s next?”

Helmut was half anxious, half expectant.

The seventh stage was a giant praying mantis. Its forelimbs, spiked like a saw blade, swung like scythes.

Its exoskeleton was tough, and even a sword wrapped in Vis struggled to break it. Although an illusion, the magic made his brain perceive it as such.

‘The weakness is… the belly?’

While the back was covered with a tough green shell, the abdomen seemed soft. The issue was those gigantic forelimbs.

After several exchanges, Helmut managed to dodge the two massive forelimbs and thrust his sword into the abdomen. Green fluid soaked the ground. This creature was mentally easier to handle.

“My appetite is waning.”

Helmut muttered. But the challenge of the eighth stage surpassed that of the seventh stage.

“This must be the creature Asuka fled from.”

The eighth stage was a giant centipede, its legs densely packed along its body.

With a rustling sound, it slid toward him at lightning speed. Its legs, bristling with sharp, spike-like hairs, rippled in unison like waves.

A truly terrifying sight.

It wasn’t fear that was felt from being scared; it was a chill that ran down the spine. The pressure was as overwhelming as being crushed by a boulder. A suffocating sense of revulsion.

Sometimes, revulsion can transcend fear. Asuka couldn’t stand that sensation and had fled.

But Helmut had shattered boulders before. He calmly aimed his sword.

“If this is The 8th stage, what on earth are the 9th and 10th stages?”

The thought of developing a phobia of bugs was nearly convincing.

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