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 123

Episode 123: Gap

According to the latest theory, the matter of this world is made up of invisible, tiny particles clumped together.

Whether it’s true or not, Seneca didn’t know—but what matters in skill usage is image.

That’s why Seneca began to act bizarrely, believing that she and monsters were made of those minute particles, trying to unleash a powerful attack.

She didn’t really understand the details.

She’d heard the theory from Gaia many times, and she understood that solving the formulas yielded seemingly plausible answers.

But theories change with time, and the conclusions reached at a desk don’t always reflect reality.

Given that, there was only one thing Seneca could do.

She just needed to create a world within herself where that rule applied.

Just as the act of “sewing” air makes no sense to others, just as people can’t imagine this skill being useful in battle—Seneca didn’t know how the world truly functioned.

But to her, sewing air and her skill being effective—both were real.

If she could make that unshakable belief a reality, even if only for now, using the power of her skill—

With Lucius at her side, Seneca felt like she could do anything.

With his Odachi still sheathed, Lucius approached the gargoyle. It had lost its balance due to Gaia’s magic—an easy target.

However, Lucius didn’t attack. Instead, he passed by the gargoyle’s side.

Expecting an attack, the gargoyle had tensed up—but was completely thrown off by the lack of one.

“[Blade]”

Lucius layered the same sub-skill onto the created Odachi, doubling its power.

Then he turned and confirmed that Seneca was readying her stance on the opposite side.

He could see her hand on the hilt, about to draw her blade.

Lucius also gripped his hilt—and the two leapt forward at the same time.

Their eyes met mid-motion.

Perfectly in sync, the two unleashed a furious blade draw slash from both sides.

At the moment their attacks hit the gargoyle, Seneca slid her blade between the tiny particles that made up the monster, sewing through the infinitesimal gaps.

Shiiiing.

Two slicing sounds overlapped and echoed through the Great Forest.

“Gi—”

The gargoyle was bisected across the chest and abdomen, splitting into three as it fell.

[Level has increased to 4. “Patch” is now available. Interference power greatly increased. Physical abilities greatly increased. Magical power greatly increased. Sub-skill 【Elemental Conversion】  acquired.]

Seneca had reached Level 4.

The severed gargoyle fell to the ground, beginning to crumble from the lower half.

A hissing sound escaped, and something like smoke rose from it.

“…We won,”

Maior’s words signaled the release of tension, and everyone collapsed to the ground in relief.

Attalus and Rentulus, having gone beyond their limits to unleash their skills, had suffered severe physical strain.

Seneca and Lucius, who had poured their remaining strength into the final blow, were also in tatters.

Maior had been continuously using 【Detection】 , carefully recovering her mana with potions, and now faced extreme mental fatigue. Gaia, who had supported her by suppressing the enemy’s attacks, was equally worn out.

Though Plautia had dropped to her knees in relief, she realized she was in relatively better condition, so she moved to tend to Attalus and Rentulus’s wounds.

Everyone had fought with the resolve to die.

Their fighting strength was clearly insufficient, this precious victory had been won only through countless lucky coincidences.

They weren’t confident they could win again, even with the same team. That’s how fierce the battle was.

Understanding that the gargoyle had likely been summoning monsters from a subspace explained many strange occurrences—and that realization added to their sense of collapse.

Now they understood why monsters had increased so rapidly, and why ever-stronger creatures kept appearing no matter how many they defeated. And by defeating that gargoyle, they assumed the cause of the stampede had likely been removed as well.

But the enemy did not overlook that moment of carelessness.

That monster still had breath left.

It didn’t have long—its body, except for the head, had already crumbled.

It was a complete defeat.

But at the very least, it wanted to make those two—especially the Saint’s envoy—suffer.

So it devoted its last dozen or so seconds to one final, petty counterattack.

Until now, the monster had summoned fire and other monsters by generating subspace and releasing them into this world.

This time, it would generate subspace and suck in instead.

That way, it could cause that one suffering.

Using its remaining strength, the gargoyle—now only a head—generated a subspace just behind Lucius.

And as it began the suction, it perished without seeing the result.

It happened suddenly.

Just as everyone had let their guard down, a red-black subspace appeared behind Lucius.

Seneca opened her mouth to cry out in warning, but Lucius was already being pulled in.

“Lucius!”

Seneca stood up instinctively, clung to Lucius’s waist—and was pulled into the subspace along with him.

“Senecaaaaaaa!!!!”

Maior, who noticed the anomaly first, let out a heart-wrenching scream that echoed through the Great Forest.