I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 114

Episode 114: That Monster

“Xenon, I’ll leave the rest to you—”

Pheripatos said casually, then sat down on the ground cross-legged.

His attack was done; now all that remained was for Xenon to close the “Gate.”

“Aa.”

Xenon spread his arms wide, and the vast magic power he held—like a great river—was unleashed and began circulating like a raging torrent.

He then brought his open palms toward each other, as if squeezing something invisible between them. In response to that motion, the floating subspace began to shrink slightly.

“This is a tough one…”

Even Xenon, who usually kept a calm expression, now had sweat beading on his forehead.

“…Seems I’ll have to press it in further.”

Xenon muttered something under his breath.

Next to him, Pheripatos watched Xenon’s face with curiosity. It was rare to see Xenon go all-out, and he might get to witness it now.

Xenon let out a slow breath, increasing the pressure of his magic even further. As clear sweat streamed down his face, he poured everything into the spell.

“ 【Dimensional Compression】 ”

The moment Xenon activated the extra skill, the “Gate,” which had previously resisted, rapidly shrank and disappeared without a trace.

Xenon wiped the sweat from his brow, a pleased smile on his face.

“Fabius, Nina. Pheripatos and I will sleep for a while. I’m counting on you two.”

Xenon said this while drinking a potion.

“Understood. So the ‘Gate’ is closed now?”

“Yes. However, the space will likely remain unstable for a time.”

Though Xenon explained, Fabius couldn’t fully grasp what he meant.

“Pheripatos, you should drink my potion.”

“Yours is really effective, but it tastes awful…”

“Potions are made to heal. I simply had it formulated based on that principle.”

“Yeah, I get that, but humans aren’t built to enjoy drinking something that tastes so bad.”

“You ain’t wrong.”

“Well, I guess this isn’t the time to be picky. I’ll gratefully drink it.”

Pheripatos took the bottle from Xenon and drank it with the expression of someone gulping down poison, his face twisting dramatically.

Xenon watched the scene with a satisfied expression, then turned once more to Fabius and Nina.

“Wake us after a short while has passed. We’re only sleeping, so don’t hesitate to rouse us in an emergency.”

Saying that, Xenon sat down, pulled his knees up to his chest, and fell asleep curled up.

His sleeping posture was unexpectedly cute, but it felt like something Fabius shouldn’t stare at, so he looked away.

That monster had come into this world through the “Gate.”

Upon arriving in a world with thin magical energy, it was immediately confronted by a mighty monster standing before it.

That monster had been stationed in front of the “Gate,” growing stronger as the Gate itself developed. It was a special kind of monster.

They could have fought, monster against monster, but the newcomer disliked fighting beings with a similar scent.

So, without hesitation, it yielded the location and quietly moved on.

As it slowly walked past the powerful monster, the two exchanged glances.

The two monsters—who never would have encountered each other had it not been for the “Gate”—exchanged glances, and in their hearts, they encouraged one another as if they were comrades-in-arms.

That monster possessed skills.

It was a power used at times to attack enemies, and at other times to increase its own number of allies.

So first, it sought out a quiet place to hide, carefully prepared, and then decided to begin calling forth its allies.

From time to time, it sensed the presence of enemies.

Whenever it felt as though it was being searched for, the monster would immediately cease using its skill and wait patiently for time to pass.

As it continued hiding this way, it realized it was growing hungry.

Unaccustomed to the world where magical energy was so thin, the sudden pangs of hunger caught it somewhat by surprise.

So, it began to hunt weaker monsters and beasts in large numbers, storing them in its lair so it would always have food ready.

After a while, a battle began.

It could feel the clash of two immense powers.

It must have been that other monster, the powerful one, engaged in combat.

The feeling of being searched for became more frequent.

Sometimes, waves of such disturbing intensity came that they made its skin crawl—but the monster endured its rage, made sure its own presence remained undetected, and moved even deeper into the forest.

Those unpleasant waves assaulted it regularly. The impulse to lash out grew stronger, but the monster managed to endure.

On the contrary, because those waves came at such regular intervals, the monster eventually learned when they would appear and when they wouldn’t.

So, timing things carefully, it continued to summon stronger monsters little by little.

Before long, a tremendous surge of energy swept through the area, and a filthy presence hung in the air.

The monster realized then that the powerful guardian monster had been defeated. The attack had been that overwhelming.

While remaining hidden, it fed on nearby monsters to regain its strength, and used its own ability to observe the state of the “Gate.” However, the powerful beings who had defeated that guardian showed no signs of leaving the “Gate.”

Soon after, another being with equally immense power arrived, and the two of them launched an all-out attack on the “Gate.”

Then—unbelievably—they forcibly closed it using magic.

The monster, using its innate sensory abilities to the fullest, desperately tried to trace the presence of the “Gate.”

And then it realized something.

The forcibly closed “Gate” had not yet been completely sealed. The bonding had not fully set, and time was still needed for the seal to settle.

That meant there was still a chance.

It would eliminate the nuisances.

The monster steeled itself.