Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed-Chapter 112: What About It?

[Valley of Death]

​BOOOOM!!!

BOOOOM!!

​The rhythmic thundering of distant explosions rolled across the valley like a violent tide. Hayatobi sat cross-legged on a patch of pristine green grass, his eyes closed, listening to the symphony of the South and North regions. Amidst the booms, the desperate, guttural growls of countless high-level beasts echoed, silenced one by one by his pupils.

​"It seems they’re almost done," he said with a small, satisfied smile. His two "monsters" were acclimating to their new legendary skills even faster than he had anticipated. But the moment of peace was fleeting.

​[DING!]

​"Huh?"

​Hayatobi raised his golden galaxy bracelet, the intricate runes on its surface pulsing with a rhythmic amber light. He tapped the interface, and a crystalline holographic screen shimmered into existence, projecting Lady Gaga’s stern, weathered face.

​"What happened? I specifically told you I am not to be disturbed today," he said, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead.

​"I am sorry for this, Lord Hayatobi... But," Gaga paused, her eyes shifting toward the side. She moved her hand, panning the visual feed to reveal two ladies sitting in the opulent office: Yakima and Princess Delphine.

​"Is that...?" Hayatobi’s breath caught. He was momentarily stunned into silence.

​"Yes. It’s Lady Yakima and Princess Delphine," Gaga confirmed, her voice low. "Lady Yakima said there is grave trouble and needs your immediate help. So please, can you come back?"

​Hayatobi sighed, the sound heavy with the realization that his training retreat was over. "Fine, we will be there," he said, and with a flick of his wrist, he disconnected the call. He stood up, the grass beneath his boots flattening under the weight of his suddenly sharpened aura. He raised one hand, his silver eyes flashing.

​"Something very important. And Yakima actually asked for help..." He narrowed his eyes at the horizon. "This must be serious."

​SNAP!!

​He snapped his fingers, and the air in the clearing folded in on itself. Instantly, both Hitachi and Mirabella appeared in front of him.

​Hitachi was frozen in a combat stance, his finger pointing ahead as if ready to let loose a Soul Piercing strike. Mirabella had her arms crossed before her chest, her posture rigid as if she had been bracing against a beast’s charge.

​"...??"

​The two blinked, their senses reeling. A split second ago, they had been in the thick of a blood-soaked battle, surrounded by the stench of monsters; now, they were in a peaceful, sun-drenched field.

​’What happened? Is this a forced summoning or a coordinated teleportation?’ Mirabella thought, her frown deepening. She checked her internal energy flow—everything was intact, but the sudden movement was jarring. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

​Hitachi, however, didn’t look at the scenery. He turned his colorful, spinning gaze directly toward Hayatobi. "It seems the mark placed on our souls can also teleport us instantly," he said, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. His eyes narrowed, realizing the "safety" of the resurrection orbs came with a leash.

​’Mark? He means the resurrection mark placed on those orbs...!’ Mirabella was shocked, her mind racing. It was a level of control she hadn’t fully accounted for.

​"I apologize for the abruptness. I know you both were busy," Hayatobi said, purposefully avoiding Hitachi’s pointed observation about the soul-leash. "Anyway, there is trouble at the academy. That’s why I called you back..."

​He didn’t elaborate, but the fact that a Master Teacher needed to rush back meant the "trouble" was far beyond a mere student squabble.

​"Let’s go." Hayatobi stretched his hand forth to the right. With a sound like tearing parchment, the space in front of them rent open, revealing a jagged, swirling gateway. Through the shimmering rift, they could clearly see the interior of Hayatobi’s grand office on the other side.

​’Lord Hayatobi, just how many secrets are you hiding behind that smile?’ Mirabella thought, watching the casual display of high-tier spatial magic. Hayatobi and Hitachi walked toward the gateway without hesitation, and she followed closely behind.

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​[Hayatobi’s Grand Office]

​Lady Gaga nodded as the holographic feed cut out. She turned toward Yakima, the Princess, and Elder Merlot. "He will be here in five minutes or less," she said, offering a small, respectful bow to the royal guest.

​Yakima nodded curtly, her white eyes scanning the room, though her focus remained inward. True to Gaga’s word, after exactly three minutes, the air in the center of the office distorted. The space tore open, and Hayatobi stepped out, followed by the stoic Hitachi, and finally, Mirabella.

​’I am guessing these are the students,’ Yakima thought, her Soul Eyes immediately locking onto the newcomers. She stared at Hitachi, recognizing the unique, swirling patterns of his lineage.

’Hitachi Azul, the only survivor of the Azul family... Not bad. His foundation is solid.’

​She nodded to herself, then paused. Her gaze shifted to Mirabella, and her brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

​’Why can’t I feel her aura? I can’t even perceive a flicker of her strength.’ Yakima’s pupils dilated as she pushed her Soul Eyes to their limit.

’There is ancient no seal or spatial restriction in this world that I can’t break through. Then why can’t I break into hers?’ She blinked as Mirabella suddenly turned her head, meeting Yakima’s gaze with a slight, unimpressed frown.

​’Huh? Did she detect my scan?’ Yakima felt a prickle of unease.

​"Why are you lost in thought?!" Hayatobi’s booming voice broke the silence. He walked casually toward the large leather couch where Yakima and the Princess were seated.

​"Um..." Yakima shook her head lightly, clearing her vision. She turned to Hayatobi as he took a seat across from them. Hitachi took his place behind the Master Teacher, standing like a silent sentinel.

​Mirabella, however, ignored the seating arrangement entirely. She walked straight toward Hayatobi’s massive, ornate desk.

​"....?!"

​The room fell into a stunned silence as everyone followed her movements. Mirabella reached the desk, leaped lightly into the air, and sat directly on top of the polished wood, her legs dangling off the edge.

​"...?!!!!!"

​"What... what exactly are you doing?" Yakima asked, her voice tight. She couldn’t hold back her disbelief at such a blatant display of disrespect.

​"What does it look like?" Mirabella asked with a dry frown. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a lollipop, and began unhurriedly unwrapping it.

​"Lord Hayatobi, is this the kind of student you have been training?" Yakima asked, her eyes flashing with a cold, white light as she turned to her father.

​"Look at Elder Gaga and Merlot—they are both standing. Even Hitachi is standing out of respect for the Princess. But you?" She turned her white, pupil-less gaze back to Mirabella, her aura beginning to sharpen. "Why are you sitting down on the Master Teacher’s desk?!" she yelled.

​"Huh? Should I stand up just to sit down again later?" Mirabella asked, sounding genuinely confused as she popped the sweet into her mouth.

​"Sit down?! Do you even realize who is sitting in front of you?!" Yakima stood up, her 360-degree Soul Eyes perceiving every minute movement in the room. Her presence expanded, filling the office with a chilling weight.

​"Of course I do," Mirabella said, her tone utterly bored. "You are Yakima, Lord Hayatobi’s first daughter and the Leader of the Dragon Tooth Guild. And she," she gestured with the lollipop stick toward the royal guest:

"Is Princess Delphine of the Dragon Empire. What about it?"

​"You!!"

​Yakima’s face contorted with a deep frown. "You should speak to us with the respect our stations demand!! Or I will deal with you right here and now!" she yelled, the floor beneath her feet cracking slightly from the pressure.

​Mirabella raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from boredom to a sharp, icy clarity.

​"Lord Hayatobi, I suggest you speak some sense into your daughter," Mirabella said, her tone turning deathly cold, matching the temperature of the room. "I don’t like being threatened. Besides, everyone who has ever threatened me is already six feet under the ground."

​"You!!" Yakima grimaced. In a blur of white light, her soul-bound sword appeared in her hand, the blade glowing with a malevolent, ethereal radiance that seemed to hum with the power of a Lv300 fighter.