I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 168

“Isn’t this quite good, Duncan?”

Richter knew that the first test had already weeded out many unqualified idiot mages.

Duncan didn’t care. “How could there be such an idiot in this test?”

[《How could it be》(it’s still me)]

[Frieren: So dark, so scary.]

[A certain elf: Hello, I am one of them.]

[Because a certain ‘idiot’ was simply too strong,]

He stood up and walked towards a maze entrance.

“Let’s go.”

Behind him, Laufen, Metodé, and Leng followed.

The five of them finally entered the maze.

The second test began.

On the screen.

A dust-covered, reddish-brown treasure chest appeared.

Lying quietly on the ground.

The background music became interesting.

Opposite, Frieren squinted her eyes, her finger on her chin, staring at the treasure chest.

She seemed to be hesitating, thinking… hmm…

[Hahahahaha, a treasure chest!]

[Frieren: I think this treasure chest is still quite charming.]

“This magic… it might be a grimoire inside.” Frieren felt the magical fluctuations emanating from the treasure chest.

Staring at the treasure chest, Frieren couldn’t help but wonder if what was inside wasn’t a mimic?

But a grimoire?

It should be a grimoire, right…?

Frieren preferred to think so!

“Lady Frieren.” Fern stood behind Frieren, seeing the hesitant expression on Frieren’s face. “You’ve also seen the result of the Mimic Detection Magic, haven’t you?”

Genz stood by, silently observing.

Fern reminded her, “It’s a mimic.”

The ‘Mimic Detection Magic’ had already shown the result!

Frieren heard this, looked up, and continued to stare at the treasure chest in front of her. “Fern.”

She turned to look behind her. “The accuracy of that magic is 99%.”

“So what?” Fern was helpless.

Frieren smiled. “It’s precisely because great mages grasp that remaining 1% possibility.”

“That historically significant discoveries are made.”

After she finished speaking, she placed her hand on the treasure chest to feel it.

“Hmm.”

“Indeed.”

Frieren’s hand was on the lid of the treasure chest. “My many years of mage experience tell me.”

“Inside is a precious grimoire.”

She was ready to open it at any moment.

Fern, behind her, couldn’t help but frown.

[So it’s a gambler.]

[Frieren doesn’t believe it, the treasure chest clearly smells like a grimoire.]

[Frieren: No one can stop me from opening treasure chests!]

‘Creak—’ The sound of the treasure chest opening slowly came.

The next second.

The treasure chest opened, its gap lined with sharp teeth, and Frieren’s entire upper body was bitten by the mimic.

Only half of her body remained outside.

“……”

“……”

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

“Ah! It’s so dark! I’m so scared!” Frieren struggled after realizing what had happened.

[Pfft.]

[Hahahahahahahaha~!!!]

[I’m dying of laughter!]

Frieren’s panicked voice sounded somewhat hollow in the mimic’s space…

“Ah! Ah! So dark, I’m so scared.”

“Ahhh, ah!! So dark, I’m so scared.”

Frieren’s exposed legs kept flailing and struggling, her butt also straining, and panicked sounds continuously came from inside the mimic.

Fern watched this scene unfold, her expression utterly speechless.

Genz was expressionless.

[The mage who has been solo-killed by mimics the most times?]

[Frieren’s lifelong enemy.]

[I’m really dying of laughter, our Frieren is truly adorable.]

‘Ugh—!!’ Fern pulled hard, grabbing Frieren’s butt, trying to pull her out of the mimic’s mouth.

Once wasn’t enough, so she tried again.

Fern kept trying to pull Frieren out of the mimic’s mouth.

Genz stood by, her mouth slightly open, a little bewildered.

She watched the two of them, speechless.

“Uh…”

“Did I follow the wrong person?”

She looked at the absurd Frieren in front of her, and Fern’s radish-pulling action, and couldn’t help but doubt her choice.

[Genz: What is this?!]

[Fern the mom saving her daughter.]

[Genz’s bewilderment.]

On the other side.

Duncan had a serious expression, examining the path of the maze ahead.

The five of them could all feel a somewhat dangerous sensation emanating from this maze.

Duncan turned around and warned the other four, “Don’t step on the central floor tiles, the ceiling will collapse.”

Behind them was an uneven path paved with irregular stones.

Hearing Duncan’s words, everyone carefully paid attention to every floor tile beneath their feet.

On the ground, there were also black marks.

“Those humanoid marks, could they be…” Laufen couldn’t help but guess.

Richter, who was nearby, and Leng, behind him, also saw them.

Richter’s reaction wasn’t very big. “How tragic, not even bones are left.”

Leng’s expression was very scared.

They passed through this trap-filled passage without much trouble.

They arrived at a spacious corridor.

There was a wide gate here, guarded by stone statues of monsters carved on both sides.

Duncan came to the gate, placed his hand on it, and magical fluctuations emanated from his hand.

Laufen watched from the side.

At this moment.

The originally still stone statues suddenly moved.

They turned their heads, making ‘clack-clack—’ sounds, their movements intermittent as if stuck, looking at the two people in front of the gate.

Duncan and Laufen noticed something was wrong.

They also discovered that it wasn’t just the stone statues at the entrance; several more flew down from above.

“They’re gargoyles!” Laufen recognized the monster and shouted a warning.

The gargoyles swooped down from above, and Laufen quickly distanced himself.

Duncan, however, didn’t move, using defensive magic to protect himself thoroughly.

The background music at this moment became full of fighting spirit.

While defending, Duncan used offensive magic, shooting through the arm of the gargoyle rushing towards him.

But the gargoyle’s arm only shattered; it twisted its head menacingly and emitted a red light.

On the other side.

Richter half-crouched on the ground, his hand on the ground, using Earth Manipulation Magic to summon a stone wall.

It blocked the red light attack the gargoyle fired at Duncan.

The gargoyle flapped its wings, flew over the stone wall, and continued to use magic to attack everyone.

Metodé stepped forward, raised her staff, and then used defensive magic to block the gargoyle’s attack.

The red light attack hit Metodé’s defensive magic shield. Metodé narrowed her eyes, her golden hair dancing.

The surrounding magic overflowed with sparkling points of light.

The gargoyle’s red light attack hit Metodé’s defensive magic shield. The blue magic shield extended blue magic, following the gargoyle’s attack, and blasted back!

[This sister is so cool.]

The gargoyle in mid-air was hit by the attack, exploded and disintegrated in the air, scattering small stones everywhere.

[Shield counter? Sister is so fierce!]

Laufen glanced at the perfectly fine Duncan, and the two exchanged glances.

They each dealt with one gargoyle.

Another gargoyle fired a red light, attacking Leng.

Leng held her staff horizontally to block.

‘Ah!’ She failed to block it, and Leng was sent flying backward, falling to the ground.

Leng sensed danger and quickly got up.

She then saw the stone wall above her falling down.

It trapped her in a small room.

After the lights came on.

There were many sharp spikes on the surrounding walls, and with a ‘rumble’ sound, the surrounding walls slowly pressed inwards.

Leng found herself caught between two spiked walls.

It was very dangerous.

Her expression was very panicked, her staff was no longer in her hand, and despair appeared on her face.

[It’s over.]