Legendary Necromancer: My First Summon is the Undead Dragon-Chapter 45: Hint

He managed to push the idea in by force—not all of it, but a good part made it through the resistance. The man felt as if something was wrong. He scratched his head, trying to recall something, and when he couldn’t, he let it go.

"I guess it’s not exactly your fault this situation found us. I’m sure everyone outside is also facing situations similar to ours," the man said and walked away, but then paused after a few steps and looked back.

"That being said, it’s only a matter of time till the girl can’t live anymore," he added and walked away.

Immediately the man was far enough, Jake coughed up a mouthful of blood. His head was banging, the pain was immense; he could hardly keep himself standing.

"So that’s what it takes to use the path. It’s a powerful ability to be able to forge my ideas, but the cost isn’t light," Jake said to himself. He headed back to the table where the girl was and sat down.

Ophelia immediately walked up to him. She looked at him closely. "You don’t look too good," she said.

"It’s nothing, just exhausted after the fight," he responded. She looked at him a bit more and then suddenly hugged him. Jake didn’t understand why she did that at first, but a few seconds later, he felt warm. His headache, his muscle fatigue—they all vanished.

She let go of him and went to sit down next to the girl again.

"System, what just happened?" Jake asked.

[I don’t know, but I can say for sure that Ophelia isn’t normal.]

Jake stared at Ophelia, wondering if their meeting had been pure coincidence or something else.

Minutes later, the hall was quiet. No one moved. Everyone simply sat down, the fear was evident on their faces. The feeling that in one hour they could all die was tight around their necks.

And one thing that’s known when humans are afraid is that they will rebel, they will stand and fight for a way out.

An adventurer slowly got to his feet. He pulled the sword from his waist and pointed it at the girl. His motions were enough for anyone to know what was about to happen.

"If you die, I get to go home, right?" he asked, with wide eyes, a crazy look on his face. One person had finally snapped.

Jake was about to stand up and stop him, but Luscious beat him to the chase.

"Calm down, don’t do anything rash. This is definitely what the trial wants. Just drop the sword and we will all find a solution to this," Luscious said, slowly approaching the man.

"Stand back, guild master. I can’t do this anymore. My daughter is back at home. If I die here, she’ll have to grow without me. I’m not taking that risk. She has to die," the man said.

Jake sat down and listened, and the more he heard, the heavier he felt.

"I understand how you feel. I also have someone I want to go back to. But we can’t make any mistakes here. We have to be careful. Do you really believe that if we kill that girl all of this will end? That easy?" Luscious asked.

"I don’t care. If there is a chance that killing her will work, I’ll go for it," the man said. The same crazed look in his eyes, he rushed toward the girl, but Luscious was faster. He threw a punch right into the man’s gut and sent him flying into the wall.

"I’m sorry, but I won’t be allowing any of that," Luscious said.

His statement acted like the switch that flipped in the minds of everyone that wanted to kill the girl. They all got up and rushed in rage—over ten people running wildly for the girl, oozing with killing intent.

"It seems none of you listen," Luscious said. His body suddenly vanished. He moved extremely fast and in just three seconds all ten adventurers were sent flying, some passing out because of the excessive force.

Seeing that Luscious was ready to go all out because of this issue, no one else tried to stand up again.

Luscious walked to Jake. "Time is running out. We can’t keep this up, and I don’t want to dirty my hands with anyone’s life, so please work out something," he said.

Jake nodded. He understood that Luscious was trying his best to play along with whatever he was doing.

Jake got up on his feet. He walked out; all eyes were pinned on him.

"I know many of you are pissed, tired, frustrated, and scared. Honestly, so am I. I’m scared out of my mind. Because up until a few days ago, I knew nothing about trials—then all of a sudden, all that changed.

I’m not some cold monster that wants to see all of you die. Neither am I a cruel person. A hundred people have died, and I bear the blame for that, heavy on my heart.

But that being said, I want you all to hear this: we will not be touching the girl. No one will. And I will personally cut down whoever tries to. I want you all to trust me.

Rather than trying to kill her, let’s make a plan and get out of this whole thing," Jake said.

{Kekeke, you gave them a hint to what I told you. That’s no good.} Whisper suddenly appeared and said.

"No, I didn’t, I didn’t give a hint," Jake tried to refuse, but the Whisper wasn’t having any of it.

{Because he gave you a hint, the next wave will come now instead. Enjoy the rewards of your own pestering.}

After Whisper finished speaking, it vanished again, and the task system began getting black. Everyone got up in fright. They didn’t want to face that again—no, they couldn’t.

So the only solution: kill the girl before it got worse. Over twenty adventurers rushed toward her, some casting spells to attack. From all angles, the attacks came.