Itai no wa Iya nanode Bōgyo-Ryoku ni Kyokufuri s.h.i.tai to Omoimasu 98


    Defense Specialization and Ifrit’s Country


    Currently, it was therge guilds and one special small guild that were fighting for the top spot. And among therger guilds, a.s.sembly of des and Ifrit’s Country were doing especially well.


    Maple Tree was hot on their heels.


    Ifrit’s Country was protecting their orb in a gra.s.sy field which had a few trees. The two that were there were Marx, who was also known as ‘Trapper’ and came in at 8th in the first event, and Misery, also known as ‘Saint’ who came in at 10th.


    Misery was a specialist when it came to healing in a wide range, but she was also good at area attacks.


    She could heal and destroy at will.


    Trapper had hidden his ability to use traps during the first event, but Frederica had just happened to catch this information when he was talking to other guild members.


    This was one of the demerits of being in a guild with many members.


    You could not ce a door on someone’s mouth.


    Marx’s other name was Trapper, and his specialty was using magic that created traps.


    And there was a wide range of traps he could make, such as creating a smokescreen or a pir of mes.


    These traps would trigger if anyone who was not on their side, in other words, not a member of their guild, entered the area.


    As it was necessary to set them up in advance, he was not fit for attacking, and so he was a.s.signed to the defense team.


    me Emperor, who was 4th and Destructor, who was in 7th were both out and attacking.


    “I wonder if it will be alright…what if they get through my traps?”


    “It should be fine. And even if they do get through, we have so many reliable members on our side.”


    The other guild members who overheard them gave them a look that said, ‘No, you guys are the ones who are reliable.’


    “I’m worried…they will be so angry if our orb gets taken…”


    Marx said as he wandered around the orb. In spite of his worry, his traps were actually highly effective.


    The traps were invisible until they were activated, and once they were, it was toote to avoid them.


    Not only that, but he had set arge number of them, and in good ces, which resulted in them catching many yers.


    Whenever pirs of fire rose or they heard an explosion, they could tell that a yer wasing from that direction, which made defending the base easier.


    “See, the attackers are in tatters once again. Your traps are working.”


    “I see… Well, that’s a relief then.”


    The injured yers were quickly killed by the other guild members, who were also backed by Misery and her healing spells.


    Once that was finished, Marx would take some guards with him and go back and set up new traps.


    “Uh…maybe around here. Hmm…and one over here…?”


    He mumbled as he cautiously ced the traps in different locations. Seeing this, the other guild member wondered at just how he was able to defeat yers so sessfully.


    It looked like he wasn’t even sure what he was doing, yet yers would step on his traps to the point where it was entertaining to watch.


    In a word, it was probably a natural talent.


    Just like how Sally was good at evading, and how Maple seemed to just find things, and how Dread could sense fear.


    Most of the people at the top had something that was hard for others to understand.


    Marx’s ability to set up traps was simr to all of those, a kind of intuition.


    Yes, he could just feel it.


    Once Marx had finished resetting the traps, he returned to where the orb was.


    There were fewer yers who would challenge them now, and Marx could finally sigh and rx a little.


    “Someone’sing here!”


    Marx jumped up at Misery’s voice. He looked in the direction that she was pointing, and saw that pirs of fire and explosions were erupting in session.


    “I will go and look!”


    Misery left Marx, who was frantically considering what to do, and took five guild members with her to the scene.


    When they arrived, all they saw was a lone figure who wore a robe.


    For a second, Misery could hardly believe what her eyes were seeing.


    Once the person stepped on a trap, they smoothly dodged it as if they knew it was a trap all along.


    “Hmm…the fear sensor. I want it to be more urate but…maybe it is too hard for me.”


    The figure in the robe mumbled, then walked away from the scene.


    “…That was a close one.”


    “Wh-what do you mean?”


    “Seriously…where did that monstere from? Was it a skill? Or just an ability…”


    She was thankful that the stranger had left them. When she returned, Marx was so worried about what had happened, that she had to stay with him as he reset all of the traps once again.


    “Maybe around here…no, they might get through again…ohh…”


    “It’s fine. That yer was just avoiding the right course.”


    “I don’t know…”


    As they talked, they were informed that pirs of fire had started to erupt in the opposite direction, and yers were being killed. And so Marx calmed down a little and continued to set the traps.


    After some time had pa.s.sed, me Emperor took 20 guild members and attempted to destroy another guild that they had discovered.


    And Sally, who kept telling herself she needed to go back to the base, was watching this unfold.