Ruiner Nergigante の小説・ストーリー

I look back through the broken window. See Nikolai in the doorway. He’s holding something, a grenade, pin already pulled. He salutes. Then the explosion. The compound erupts. Fireball rising. Shockwave hitting our truck. “NO!!!” I scream. But we’re through. Past the flames. Into a jungle road. Gone. _ _ _ _ _ _ GIANNA POV Viktor’s men approach. One cuts my ropes. “Boss wants you moved.” They drag me toward the compound.

“Careful!” Her hand suddenly shoves me lower. “There are cameras there. Get down.” I flatten myself instantly. Ahead sits a maintenance garage filled with damaged vehicles, scrap metal, old machinery, and maintenance materials protected beneath a large zinc-roofed shelter. The place looks abandoned. Which usually means it's hiding something. I crawl after her on my stomach, keeping my gun steady and my eyes moving. “In here,” she grunts. She disappears beneath a broken truck with four flat tires. I'm about to ask why she's crawling under a vehicle when I notice she's moving a massive metal barrier covering what looks like the mouth of a well.

Her eyes clung to his, her heart aching from the truth she had uncovered, the chaos of everything they’d shared. Lucas shifted uneasily. He knew this look. He had seen Jerald like this before—only this wasn’t Jerald. This was Manorh De Luca. The ghost. The killer. The nightmare in a tailored suit. The one that didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on whoever the good damn was messaging with his person. Anita turned slowly, her shoulder bleeding. “Master,” she whimpered. Jerald didn’t answer with words. He responded with another shot—clean, sharp—straight through her hand. His eyes didn’t waver from Jasmine, not even for a second, as he finally stopped in front of her.

Once inside, she locked the door and dialed a number she had memorized in the dark of her asylum cell. “Nanny Agnes?” she whispered. Her hand was steady now. “I need you to come back to the estate. Immediately. And bring Mr. Hanover with you.” Mr. Hanover, the family lawyer, was the only man who could secure her assets before Damien could sink his claws into them. In her first life, she had ignored them both. “I’m awake now, Nanny Agnes,” Elara said, her eyes fixed on the door. “And I’m never closing my eyes again.”

Immediately, the side quest window appeared. [Quest: Restore Medusa’s Shrine Description: After many years of neglect, Medusa’s shrine has collapsed, and her name is forgotten in the land she once protected. Using the last of her powers, she reached out to a young Naga child to ask for help to repair the land. Objective: Restore and Purify the abandoned Medusa Shrine Reward: Poison Resist +10] With that many poison resistance points, Zen would be immune to all low-level and weak poisons. The slimes from the first floor won’t affect him if he successfully manages to restore the forgotten Gorgon’s shrine.

"Only one way. Bring a witch from the real world. Perform a revival ritual right here, on his body. Tie his soul back." I nodded, fire igniting. "Fine. Send me back. I'll find one." Astrid frowned. "You sure? The portal's unstable now without him." "I don't care." I grabbed Thelma's hand. "Open it. We're doing this—for him." They exchanged looks, then Thelma chanted, hands glowing. A rift tore open, swirling blue. "Go. But hurry. Without Devon, this world crumbles in days." I stepped through, cold fading to warmth. Back in the penthouse, Gideon lunged at me. "Irene! What the hell— you collapsed, you vanished!"

"Why? And more importantly, how do we get out?" "The distortion is likely a symptom of the ruin's decay," he explained, his eyes, lit by my magic, scanning our surroundings. "But I don't believe this is one of your 'activated' ruins. Those are sealed, usually marked by statues standing sentinel. This place feels open, broken... porous. The creatures weren't guardians; they simply wandered in." He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor ahead. "Watch your step." The ground was a treacherous mess of rubble and shattered stones. I tried to lift my leg over a large chunk of rock, but my whole body felt weighted with lead. I swayed, a wave of dizziness washing over me.

"You've known me for approximately forty minutes." "You pulled a two-ton gate off my legs." He shrugs, like this is a complete and obvious answer. "What do you need?" The thing is, I do need something. Attempting a fundamental energy restructuring in the middle of an ancient ruin alone is objectively stupid, even by my standards. I need someone outside the process to monitor for threats, to pull me out if the restructuring goes wrong in a recoverable way, and to make noise if something in the ruin decides to investigate the massive energy fluctuations that this is going to cause.

The amber, gold, and silver light of their combined Resonance flowed into the Heart-Root, turning the ancient wood into a pillar of incandescent energy. ​BOOM. ​The foundation of Neo-Tokyo shattered. Above ground, the Ginza district erupted as a massive island of rock, soil, and glowing trees burst through the street. To the citizens above, it looked like a piece of the Earth was flying away to join the Moon. ​The Labyrinth was airborne. ​The Ascent through the Static