Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 751 - 693: Dreamers of the Brave

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Just as Lyle rejoiced over the miracle in his hands, an even greater miracle had erupted in a place he was familiar with.

The Literary Society had collapsed, and when they stood up again, their inner selves had been twisted by the Evil God.

They stood up, their eyes filled with terror, speaking words no liches could understand, a pitiful barrier isolating the Literary Society from the world.

One of them raised his hand to cover his ears, as if clutching an air telephone, "Ah, it looks like I’ve been captured by the mechanism. Hmm, no matter, I’ll find a way to escape. Although the ones facing me look scary, they’ll never be a match for my mad scientist self. Oh right, if I don’t contact you in thirty minutes, please tell my parents that I love them, El Psy Congoo."

A space cleared around him.

Even those who were equally panicked as he was, considered him an anomaly.

"That’s... a case of chuunibyou, isn’t it?"

"Hm, looks like a human, such a pitiful human."

"By the way, it seems we’re dressed as extravagantly as him. What style is this? Retro?"

"Don’t lump me in with you fools!"

The onlooking liches breathed a sigh of relief, the Literary Society was still the same - saying strange things and infighting, no problem there.

Andrei the Enforcer began to clear the academic gathering site, and also herded this group of troublemakers back to the castle.

"Don’t think about causing trouble, get back to your club room, Literary Society."

The noisy crowd didn’t resist; they muttered, but they moved like a herd of sheep being driven, herded into the Literary Society’s bubble house.

"We’ve been detained."

Within the silence, someone began to speak, habitually pushing up the air-glasses, and like a detective in a deduction, began to explain.

"Although I hate to admit it, our situation is the same, we have been considered as the same kind by them."

"Them? Who are you referring to as them?" a member of the Literary Society arrogantly crossed his arms, staring coldly at the detective, his tone more like a command.

Under the pressure, someone raised their hand, trembling.

"That... I’ve actually noticed, those who escorted us here didn’t seem to be human, more like skeleton monsters or some kind of undead. So... we must have been captured, right? We’re humans imprisoned by monsters. All of us are."

The previously somewhat noisy room suddenly fell silent, fear spreading through the air. It seemed the fact of being detained by liches was unacceptable to everyone present.

"No, I don’t want to be treated as an experimental subject, I’m not ready to die!"

Strangely, despite the panic over the current situation, there were very few who were really in a frenzy.

Everyone was uneasy, yet they all remained quiet, ah, that demeanor, more like numbness.

"You guys, maybe you’re accepting this abnormal situation too quickly."

"It’s okay, after all, I’ve encountered divine beasts many times, and I’ve been through world-ending crises a few times."

"I’ve had similar experiences as well."

A group of people nodded in agreement.

Among them, one was a little surprised to find themselves in the company of so many savior-like beings and suddenly didn’t feel so afraid anymore.

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"A monster destroying the world? How could I, a mere high school student, ever experience such a thing? Yet, there are battlefields more terrifying than that. Suddenly, I feel like my current situation isn’t so bad. Women truly are frightening."

The similarity of their experiences quickly established friendly alliances among them. A group of people in the same plight was the best catalyst for friendship. And as they looked at each other’s handsome faces, they mentally nodded in approval.

There’s no mistake, such dashing fellows naturally come together, we must be comrades.

"I’ve got it! This is Another World!" A man stood up. He was the first to claim he had saved a world. His voice was filled with zeal, like a beam of hope’s light "We, everyone! We must have been brought to Another World by a deity to save this dreadful world. Though we’re trapped in a dungeon now, if we unite our efforts, we can surely defeat these Skeleton Monsters!"

"Such cliché plots are common in fantasy novels. How trite."

"Besides, if there really is such a deity, aren’t there a bit too many ’Braves’?"

They looked around, realizing just how many of them there were.

"Isn’t it obvious, my companions! This indicates that this world is beyond saving, which is why the deity needs all of us to work together. So selfishness and isolationism won’t do. We’ve just arrived in this world and have already been imprisoned. We’re already at a disadvantage. The only way to change our situation is to unite!"

Forming groups is undoubtedly a human instinct, but even so, evidence of a powerful alliance was still lacking.

"If we truly are Braces, how do we prove it, given our extraordinary origins? I’m quite certain we don’t all come from the same world. How can we trust that the people around us aren’t the enemy?"

Brave A stood up.

"You must have had that dream, too. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream, but a more bizarre, dream-like experience."

"The dream of the descent of the God of Light!"

Hearing that name, everyone’s expression stiffened, as if they had returned to an eternal nightmare. Indeed, they all had had that strange dream, living well in their own worlds, when a knight radiating holy light shattered the void and beat them senselessly. Then came the world’s collapse, and they entered a cycle of being beaten by the luminous knight.

"We... must be the Braces chosen by the God of Light! He descended to our worlds to convey the mission of saving this reality. And you’ve seen it—if we don’t follow the mission, our worlds might also... collapse! This is not just about redeeming this world but saving our own worlds as well!"

Everyone agreed about the "God of Light’s" use of force but were still somewhat reluctant at heart.

"So it sounds like that glowing deity is threatening us. Aren’t we supposed to be Saviors? Why should the God of Light beat up the Saviors, and multiple times at that? Maybe you misunderstood something."

Such remarks did not resonate much, as the group seemed accustomed to the "God of Light’s" rough treatment.

"In our world, being truck-kun’ed is the way to travel between worlds. Getting beaten up a few times is still acceptable to me."

"Ah, sorry, when the God of Light sent me through, he used a truck to hit me."

"Ha, so that powerful deity even adapts to local customs."

"..."

The exchange came to a temporary halt, but every person’s eyes now twinkled with bright specks.

It was the flame of fighting spirit, the light of hope.

Encouraging each other, inspiring one another, they confronted the darkness before them, ready to fight.

"Now, we are comrades; there’s no doubt about that, right?"

"None!!!"

"We are allies of justice! We swear to eradicate the evil of this world! First! Let’s annihilate this bunch of evil Liches!"