Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!
Chapter 90: Siren D32

Chapter 90: Siren D32

As the commotion arose among the team, the number one challenger on the stage tried to stand with trembling legs, but ultimately collapsed to his knees, powerless.

"Carry him away, next."

The Warrior Guild Leader of Lake Town didn’t even lift an eyelid as he issued the command, then took a deep breath and puffed out his chest.

"Did you all see that? He’s a good example!

"The minute-long duration is to protect you all. If you can’t hold on, don’t push yourself! Otherwise, you won’t even have the strength to go fishing later!"

The resonant voice of the Warrior Guild Leader echoed throughout the venue.

"Of course, if you wish to challenge your limits, I won’t stop you! In fact, that’s how it should be! Try showing your tenacity to the Holy Sword!"

The Hero swallowed, feeling the palms of his hands a bit sweaty.

Then the line moved forward, with one participant after another challenging the Lake Holy Sword.

Some barely touched it for a few seconds before quickly stepping back while others, having used all their strength, collapsed and had to be carried away.

Although the Holy Sword remained unmoved, the atmosphere became increasingly heated.

For those who touched the hilt and scampered off, the audience let out long hisses; for those warriors who dared to challenge their limits, the audience celebrated their fall with enthusiastic cheers.

Finally, it was the Hero’s turn in line.

"Sister! You can do it!"

Mimicking the gesture of the Warrior Guild Leader, the little girl filled her lungs with air and shouted loudly.

"Hero, you can do it!"

The other guards also made their enthusiastic support known.

"Little girl, I’m rooting for you!"

Other spectators, influenced by the few, and seeing that this challenger was a beautiful young girl, also began to shout along.

"Go on, show those weaklings what you’re made of!"

The White-robed Mage and the Cruising Bishop were laughing as they watched the scene.

Hearing this fervent support, the Hero, now suddenly in the limelight, didn’t panic but instead calmed down.

Although he was originally just participating for the sake of it, since he was now expected to, he would give it his all.

The employees of the various guilds were all ready near the Lake Holy Sword, preventing any accidents among the contestants.

The Monks from the Church dragged away another strong man who had collapsed on the ground, then nodded at the Hero.

"Okay, miss, you can start now."

"Alright."

The Hero nodded in response and then walked up the stone path to stand before the Lake Holy Sword.

There was a distance from the shore here, with no protection around, just the easily accessible Holy Sword in the lake.

Despite its name, up close, it was truly unprepossessing, barely recognizable as a sword.

If it weren’t for the lively atmosphere of the venue and the recognition and participation of many people, the Hero would have found it hard to imagine anyone coming to pull out this Rusty Sword that even an ironmonger’s shop would be too lazy to reclaim.

After all, beneath the magic-constructed stone path was the shallow lake water after the tide had gone out and the muddy lake bed, and a misstep would probably take some effort to get back up.

But with friends and so many strangers cheering for her, and with safety assured, she naturally wanted to give it her all.

The employees of the guilds watched intently, and the supporting voices from the spectator stands gradually subsided. Everyone quieted down, seriously watching the silhouette of the dark-haired girl.

The Hero slowly reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Breath in—Breath out—Breath in—Breath out.

The Hero adjusted her physical state until, with all her strength ready to be unleashed, she clenched her teeth.

The next moment, the girl squatted, centered herself, raised her shoulders, lifted her arms.

"Haah!"

[Ceremony of Unsheathing the Sword begins, Hero enters the status: Full Effort D2]

[First round]

[Hero activates Skill: Sacrifice] 2d14+2d58=d14(7)+d14(13)+d58(53)+d58(35)=108

[Refusal from the Holy Sword D3 (if not refused, perform a Constitution test every ten seconds)]

3d72=d72(31)+d72(15)+d72(42)=88

[Successful Judgement]

The girl’s shout was startlingly loud, as deep as the previous one from the Warrior Guild Leader, surprising many audience members who only cheered along with the flow, and they craned their necks in amazement, trying to see more clearly.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the audience, after a long line of challengers had tried and failed to budge the Holy Sword—

There was a slight sound.

"——!!"

The shallow tide water beneath the rocks suddenly stilled.

Contrary to its previous immobility, a special magical power diffused from the rusty sword, one with the rocks, stilled the lake surface, even stopping the breeze in its tracks.

Every person in the stands couldn’t believe their eyes and stared wide-eyed.

"One, two, three..." in the back, the staff of the Thief Guild raised their eyebrows, pressing the timer in sync.

"The first ten seconds... eleven, twelve..."

[Second round]

[Holy Sword Recognition (Physical Drain)]

D72=d72(26)=26

[Hero’s Resistance (Constitution halved after Sacrifice, success in first round +20)]

D28+20=d28(10)+20=30

[Successful Resistance! Hero, firmly holding the hilt, felt something—]

1. The town’s history♛

2. Reflection in the heart lake

3. This is a trial

4. Evil lurking in the heart of the lake

5. A blank

6. A phoenix spreading its wings over snowy mountains

7. Evil Demon’s howl

8. A gate

9. A spatial fluctuation

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(1)=1

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

The crowd held their breath, watching as the dark-haired girl tightly grasped the symbol of the town, seemingly deadlocked with it.

They didn’t dare cheer, didn’t dare make noise, but just widened their eyes and watched, unwilling to miss a second of this moment.

And after that initial shout, the Hero equally held their breath, not daring to relax even a bit.