The Strongest Curse Master-Chapter 137 - 23.47 Mach

"Senpai, how are we going to pull this off?"

A familiar voice broke through the cacophony of the storm, drawing Dame Wasp’s attention from the Hexagonal Prism barrier, 35 miles away, displayed on her cybernetic vizor. She turned her gaze to see a strikingly voluptuous, translucent figure outlined with glistening water droplets.

"Emi, can you use a ’Barrier’ talisman to create a platform on that utility pole? The one with the transformer," Dame Wasp commanded, without going into details about the intricate plan she had concocted to execute this mission. She had been waiting for Emi in her 1/100th form deactivating her stealth mode.

Emi’s sharp eyes followed the direction her senpai indicated. Without hesitation, she harnessed her ninja arts, leaping atop the utility pole in a fluid blur of motion while water streamed off her invisible body, giving it a translucent frame. A yellow talisman clung to the pole’s apex, fluttering slightly in the rain. As Emi activated it, a golden, translucent cube barrier—three meters across—materialized atop the pole, enveloping both Emi and Dame Wasp. Emi strode confidently across the platform, demonstrating its stability as she asked with a slight smirk, "Like this, Senpai?"

"Perfect," Dame Wasp affirmed, her sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. "Now, use your ’Invisible’ and ’Presence Erasing’ talismans to conceal it. Hurry."

Her caution and urgency was understandable despite the raging storm around them acting as their cover and that they were a solitary mile away from the nearest human settlement—the town school, as success was not top their priority—being undetected was. Dame Wasp felt her master was right to be cautious in this instance because the target of their mission were beyond anything they had ever faced. Her nerves were tightly wound; after all, she had been the one to convince their master to undertake this audacious task.

"All set, but we’ve got a problem," Emi reported, her voice carrying both focus and concern. "The rain makes us more translucent than truly invisible. We need to move fast."

Using talisman’s power to cloak the cube barrier from sight and erase its curse signature, Emi pulled out the rail rifle and awaited Dame Wasp’s next order resolutely. The rifle gleamed with cold precision in her hands as she pointed its ominous barrel pointed toward the horizon.

"Now, point the rifle southwards and remain steady. Don’t move a muscle unless I guide you by adjusting the barrel to fix the angle of the rifle," Dame Wasp instructed, her tone sharp yet precise.

Emi aimed the rifle in the direction of Treasure Lake, her hands gripping it tightly. Her senpai’s tiny form fluttered into view and landed gracefully atop the open end of the rifle’s barrel. Dame Wasp used her tiny, mechanical feet to nudge the barrel while her cybernetic visor calculated the precise angle of elevation required to hit their target.

The target lay 35 miles away. Even the smallest deviation in the angle of their aim could cause the shot to miss by miles. Numerous factors complicated the task: the rail rifle’s bullets traveled in a straight line, the Earth’s surface was curved, and the area was plagued by strong wind currents. Emi exhaled slowly, understanding the gravity of remaining completely still.

Dame Wasp finished her adjustments, her movements precise and methodical. "All set. Now, I’ll get into the power chamber. Things might get a little… sparky as I borrow electricity from the transformer below, but you must remain steady, no matter what." Her wings vibrated faintly as she emphasized the importance of Emi’s steadiness.

After setting the aim, Dame Wasp entered the power chamber of the rail rifle grasping the wires she had previously connected to the transformer on the utility pole under them. Her hands moved deftly, securing the connection before preparing to siphon power into the rifle’s chamber. The amount of electricity she could draw would determine the range and destructive force of the ammunition.

Knowing her master wanted to see the rail rifle in all its glory, Dame Wasp didn’t hold back. She drained every bit of electricity from the town she could through transformer, pouring it into the rifle’s power chamber. The entire town plunged into darkness, the hum of electricity replaced by eerie silence.

Emi stood motionless, like a marble statue poised in the night. The faint glow from the rifle’s power chamber reflected off her determined eyes as she waited for the signal.

[ —Status Screen—

Dame Wasp: "Emi, the recoil is going to be a enormous. You have to soldier through it. It all depends on you now. Steady… Fire!"]

With her senpai’s signal, Emi summoned every ounce of strength she had and fired the rail rifle, bracing for the bone-jarring recoil. The moment the trigger was pulled, a thunderous shockwave erupted, rippling through the area as the rail rifle’s mischief bullet tore from the barrel. Emi’s slender frame couldn’t withstand the force; she was thrown backward, landing hard against the barrier, which barely managed to break her fall.

The bullet streaked forward at an incredible speed, leaving a dazzling trail of lightning in its wake.

Dame Wasp, quick and nimble, darted out of the rifle’s power chamber. Her cybernetic visor flickered to life, scanning and tracking the bullet’s trajectory in real time while casting the feed directly to her master’s phone, her metallic wings vibrating faintly as she hovered.

Powered by all the electricity Dame Wasp had gathered, the rail rifle fired the mischief bullet at a staggering speed of five miles per second—an extraordinary 23.47 Mach. Yet even at that blistering velocity, the bullet would take seven seconds to reach its target 35 miles away.

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Meanwhile, Dame Wasp’s visor continued calculating the trajectory. A faint smile of satisfaction crossed her face. ’Emi, you did great,’ she thought. The bullet was on course to hit its target’s back dead center. Still, she frowned slightly because she couldn’t guarantee if the bullet’s destructive power was enough to affect an Ocean-tier or higher-tier Cursemaster

Her attention flicked momentarily, using the status screen to check on Emi.

[ —Status Screen—

Dame Wasp: Emi, you alright?

Emi: Yes, senpai. Please save the video so I can view it later.

Dame Wasp: Okay.]

As the seconds ticked by, Dame Wasp and Ace simultaneously monitored the bullet’s path. The feed showed the Cursemaster standing with his back to the incoming projectile, his black robe billowing as he faced the chaotic twister within the barrier. Oblivious to the danger heading his way.

Then, something remarkable occurred. Just as the mischief bullet closed in, its unique effect ’mischief’ activated. For a brief moment, the Cursemaster lost control over his curse energy—a split-second lapse that left him vulnerable. The speeding bullet struck squarely in the center of his back, punching a brutal .52-caliber hole through his body. Blood sprayed violently as it exited through his chest and continued its unrelenting path forward, disappearing into the night.

The wounded Cursemaster plummeted toward the ground under the effect of the Earth’s gravity, his robes flaring in the wind as blood streamed from the gaping wound in his chest. His body didn’t dissipate leaving behind his curse tool. Showing that he wasn’t dead yet, the bullet gravely wounded him but failed to kill him. However, with one of the barrier’s pillars fallen, the hexagonal prism barrier began to waver, two of its walls disintegrating into faint particles of energy.

As the barrier restraining her dissolved, Delories, who had been lurking in anticipation, made her move. She had been patiently waiting for the precise moment when the twelve Sky-tier Cursemaster would attempt to transform the Sky Prism array into a teleportation array, planning to teleport her with them into their territory, so she could break free during the quarter of a second gap between the switch. The sudden twist in events shocked her, but her instincts were sharp, and she acted without hesitation.

A roaring wind marked her departure as she surged toward the defenselessly falling Cursemaster. Her speed was blinding—she caught up with him in less than a fraction of a second. In one fluid, brutal motion, her clawed hands tore through flesh and bone, ripping his head from his body. A spray of blood splattered into the air, shimmering briefly before dissipating.

Delories didn’t pause. Her fingers plunged into the lifeless body, extracting the glowing curse tool buried within. With her prize secured, she retreated at a speed so immense it seemed as if she had vanished into thin air.

Dame Wasp and Ace could barely comprehend what had just happened. Their reactions were delayed, their eyes wide with disbelief. If not for Dame Wasp’s quick thinking in replaying the recorded video in slow motion, neither she nor Ace would have even noticed Delories’ rapid intervention.

[—Status Screen—

Dame Wasp: Master, recall us, hurry!

Emi: Recall us, master!]

Both Dame Wasp and Emi urgently informed their master, sensing an intimidating gaze upon them. Overwhelmed by the pressure from the mere gaze that they did not even attempt to locate its source; they simply signaled their master to recall them planning to escape it as soon as possible.