Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 237: After the Ending (8) (Part 2)

“And yet he’s coming to Niflheimr?”

“It seems like a death wish to me.”

Yurnet murmured.

She was right.

It looked that way to me too.

“He’s lost the synthesis ability characteristic of a 7-star.”

It was speculation, but it was almost certain.

If he still had the synthesis ability, he would have gone to other rankers to replenish his strength, not to me.

Even if he defeats Niflheimr, he can’t gain interference power.

And yet he’s coming here?

“This is just my hypothesis, but…”

Yurnet cleared her throat.

“He probably wouldn’t have lasted long even without this battle. Even though he possessed a world, he wouldn’t have been able to bear its size with a clear mind.”

I nodded.

Another characteristic of a 7-star is their incredibly high synthesis efficiency.

I share a similar trait. The effects of devouring Shay still linger.

“If you overuse synthesis, your identity might get mixed up.”

That was a warning Ridgion gave me.

A 7-star’s high synthesis efficiency essentially means overlaying the data of the sacrifice onto the main body. In other words, the information from multiple entities could mix, creating a jumble.

El Cid had done that on a scale of thousands.

It wouldn’t have been surprising if he had gone mad long ago.

Behind the seemingly god-like summoning ability lay a terrifying penalty.

“He’ll probably reach the contact point by this evening.”

The contact point was the front yard of Niflheimr, the sector where Brynhildr01 was stationed.

The original plan before the raid was to gather all available forces here and confront El Cid.

I intended to use the entire Niflheimr fleet and the top 100 combat heroes, including the first party, to wage an all-out battle against him.

“……”

On the left side of the table were documents stamped with a golden seal.

Five pages in total. They were orders to summon the members of the first party scattered across different areas. Among them was Seris’ order. Even though she was said to be absent from the waiting room, she couldn’t be excluded from this battle, which would decide Niflheimr’s fate.

“It’s all in the past now.”

I sighed.

They’re no longer needed. I gathered the documents and shoved them under the table.

What’s coming isn’t the number one ranker or the strongest 7-star hero, El Cid, but merely the remnants of what he once was.

“Master, if you give the order, we can deal with him before he arrives.”

“Are you planning to send assassins?”

“That seems best. We don’t know what might happen if El Cid gets close to you, Master.”

“Leave him be. Do I look like such a coward? Even if he’s weakened, who knows what might happen? If we split our forces and they die, we’ll only suffer losses.”

I chuckled and put down the teacup.

“If he insists on coming all the way here, we’ll wait and capture him for sure.”

“As you command.”

Yurnet bowed her head.

There was nothing more for me to do.

All that was left was to wait until he arrived.

“Oh, before that.”

Before leaving the command room, I looked back at Yurnet.

She tilted her head, looking at me.

“There’ll be hyenas clinging to him. Send the Third Fleet to deal with them. Will that be fine?”

“As you command.”

Yurnet smiled and bowed her head again.

The Third Fleet is a special operations unit to which Nihaku belongs.

Though small in number, they are composed of reliable elites. After the event, they’ll cleanly handle the pests trying to strike El Cid’s back.

“A warning directed at me, huh?”

I recalled Tel’s laughter.

I thought I could brush it off, but I couldn’t help but be angry.

The idea that the clash between El Cid and me was orchestrated by that bitch made me restless.

“So you’re saying I should stop messing around because you can even crush the number one ranker?”

She intentionally made sure I overheard her conversation with El Cid.

Maybe her goal was me from the beginning.

A kind of show of force.

‘If you don’t want to end up like the number one, you’d better start crawling.’

“……”

Bang!

I kicked the wall in the corridor.

[Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s wrong, Loki? Was my coffee not good enough?]

Iselle, who was carrying a coffee pot, was startled.

Well, the intern look suits her now.

[Don’t be mad! I’ll make the coffee taste even better, so please don’t fire me!]

“Who said anything about firing you? I always enjoy your coffee. And your copying and faxing are perfect.”

[Then what’s the matter? Did that fog witch give you more work?]

‘…Seems like Yurnet is giving her a hard time.’

I continued walking.

It’s been a few months since Seris and the original Iselle of my waiting room left the Niflheimr.

It’s about time for this one to be promoted.

Once this is all over, I should subtly mention it to Yurnet.

And that evening.

“The preparations are perfect. Even if El Cid temporarily regains his full strength, he won’t be able to lay a finger on you, Master.”

On the deck of Brynhildr01.

I was looking at the sky with Yurnet.

The vast sky was dyed in the colors of dusk.

A small dot was approaching from beyond the sky.

His airship was shabby, barely resembling a rowboat.

No need for cannons; a single ballista shot would shatter it.

[Danger!]

[Conqueror of Fate]

[Laskanda El Cid Lv.99]

He was standing on top of it.

Having lost all of his once 600 levels and his mighty army.

Alone, by himself.

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