Oversseer System: I Shall Recreate This Civilization
Chapter 37: Expedition (5)

Chapter 37: Expedition (5)

As Lendra charged forward with wild, destructive movements, Nord’s fighting style was far more refined.

The man wielded his dagger in a deadly, flamboyant dance, slashing and stabbing precisely at the goblin’s vital points.

Sahmira joined in, trapping the creatures within freezing ice blocks. When they shattered, the goblin’s bodies broke apart, their organs torn to pieces.

Yet, the goblins reassembled themselves, regenerating their wounds and rising again as if nothing had happened.

"Heh, let’s see who lasts longer—my stamina or your courage!"

"Kkuek."

"Stop!"

Sahmira’s sharp command made both Lendra and Nord halt immediately, their senses on high alert.

"They’re acting strange."

Unlike before, the goblins writhed in agony, their wide eyes bulging as if about to pop out.

"Oh, I knew my attacks wouldn’t be in vain. It’s only a matter of time."

"I think this has nothing to do with your attacks."

Nord pointed to the sky.

The encroaching darkness slowly warmed, turning into a luminous glow.

The sun peeked hesitantly from the west, its light partially veiled by mist and damp clouds.

’Dawn!’

Dahr recalled Sahmira’s warning.

As the golden light grew stronger, the goblins became even more frantic.

"The Golden Hour. They say that if you wake during this time, your sins are cleansed, and you could witness the destruction of wickedness."

As the sun fully rose, Dahr watched the goblins dissolve into floating dust particles.

"They’re not dead."

Sahmira scoffed. She lacked Nord’s ability to ’see’ beyond the obvious, but her instincts told her otherwise.

Dahr wanted to dismiss her suspicion, but after witnessing the goblin’s sheer resilience, he chose to stay realistic.

"Well, that’s how it is. These creatures are smart enough to recognize their weaknesses. What we saw was only a fraction—an unfortunate exception. The rest, the ones who are still out there, will hide in the shadows, waiting for darkness to return."

Nord’s explanation sent a chill through the group.

"So... are we spending the next night here? Sounds more like a reward—"

"There won’t be another night."

Sahmira cut in sharply.

"You heard the old man. They’ve already marked this place. I have no idea how many are left or if the ship’s captain is among them. And even if we survive, can the ship move any faster? It’ll take at least two more days to reach the Sarr coastline."

Dahr frowned.

"So? You’re not suggesting we learn flying magic to escape, are you?"

"Oh, don’t we have something much more practical? You know, something specifically meant for emergencies."

As Lazhra pointed toward the helm, Dahr’s eyes widened.

’Of course. What else should I expect from this reckless lunatic?’

*#*

"So, explain why taking the lifeboat is safer than staying with the others?"

Sahmira shot him a sharp glance, clicking her tongue.

"I already told you—"

"I know. But isn’t it the same? We’re traveling with fewer people, sure. But that doesn’t mean the distance magically shortens."

At least on the ship, they had more than one sail for propulsion.

’At least on the ship, we could still fight.’

"Ah, Little Cousin, the distance may not shorten, but we’ll move faster."

"Uh... Lazh, I don’t think rowing will be faster than—"

"Whoa... did you hear that, sis? He finally called us by name, and so casually, too."

Nord smirked.

"How uncivilized."

"Hah?"

"Heh, Little Dahr, don’t worry about distance and travel time. I’ve got it covered."

Lendra, the last to board, now sat comfortably, gripping an oar.

"Oh, I haven’t explained my magic yet, have I? My ability is quite similar to Lazh’s. Why, you ask? Well, I guess it’s fate, since we’re bound to be in-laws someday."

"Hey, hey! I never agreed to that—"

Sahmira swiftly clamped Lazhra’s mouth shut before another pointless argument broke out.

"See, if Lazh’s magic speeds up mana regeneration, mine amplifies it. Not just twice, but tenfold."

Dahr scratched his head.

"I ... still don’t get it."

Lendra readied his hands on the oars, continuing his explanation.

"Alright. Imagine that every action—running, eating, moving—can be expressed as a numerical value. Let’s say the base number is one..."

’Why is he talking about numbers now?’

While Dahr puzzled over this, the others instinctively gripped the wooden edges of the lifeboat.

"... while the movement I can generate is 100."

At that moment, Dahr finally understood what it felt like to ’fly’.

The lifeboat surged forward with staggering turbulence.

Lendra rowed like a madman, propelling them across the sea at an insane speed of 500 kilometers per hour.

A journey that should have taken two days was completed in just six hours.

Of course, Lendra needed to take breaks—every 30 minutes, he’d rest for 10 minutes to cool his body, with the rowing duties shifting between them.

If there was one thing Dahr was grateful for, it was that they crossed the sea without any trouble.

He didn’t believe in tentacled fishes that told to be roaming aroud here, but then again, he hadn’t believed Magical Creatures could be so bizarre or dangerous either.

’But clearly, they do.’’

When they finally reached shore, Nord and Dahr dragged an exhausted Lendra out of the boat while Sahmira carried their supplies. Lazhra, meanwhile, stared in awe at how much Sarr had changed.

The once-barren coastline was now overgrown with dense mangrove trees, nearly swallowing the entire group.

"Wow ... we’re really back!"

Lazhra beamed.

"This place is completely different now. I remember playing on a seesaw here. Ah, but it’s probably buried beneath those bushes."

"Lazh, instead of reminiscing, help me carry the food. You and Nord go secure the boat so it doesn’t drift away."

After laying the half-conscious Lendra down by a rock, the two men obediently followed Sahmira’s orders.

"I think you can leave the supplies there. I’ve already spotted a ’replacement’."

"What do you mean by—"

"Grrrkhh."

Lazhra didn’t even need to answer.

The group saw it for themselves.

Emerging from the tall brush, a massive wild boar stepped forward, growling.

"Looks like it found us first."

Lazhra immediately leaped back into a defensive position.

Sahmira clicked her tongue.

"Take formation."

But their formation was flawed. With Nord as the only frontline fighter, they were at a severe disadvantage.

So, Dahr stepped forward, gripping his dagger, standing beside Nord.

"What are you doing?"

Sahmira protested, but Dahr ignored her.

"What else?"

He raised his blade, assuming a stance.

"Doing my job as a man."