The Second Chance of Reincarnator

Arthur arrived in the long steps of the front lounge—the front door loomed in the distance—and it was smashed open.

In front of the doors, the envelope-holding robot had its limbs splayed out, wires exposed and sparking.

A black blade was lodged in its central processing unit, and then, with a pale hand, Nefarious pulled out the sword before turning his gaze over to Arthur.

"…Ten Fingers, I presume?"

Arthur asked.

He was trying to hide his overwhelming fear, but it didn't help, as his voice cracked slightly when he mentioned Ten Fingers.

Nefarious was standing with his small army of Rav'akari—about fifteen of them—and they were an extremely formidable threat.

With Nefarious alone, they could single-handedly destroy the Dark Jewel's Corner, and there was nothing Arthur could do about that.

"…"

Nefarious looked at him silently, reading him thoroughly with the help of the subtle facial clues that Arthur's expression gave.

"You must be the headmaster of this place. You came here to buy a little bit of time for others to run away. It's pointless.

"With Trapped Space surrounding its area, no one will be able to leave, and trust me, we will find everyone."

Nefarious said coldly.

"Hehe~"

Rav'akari behind him grinned and licked their black blades. They had been left unsatisfied lately, and they knew there was some juicy meat in store for them in here.

"…Why've you all come here? I am sure you came here, to Dark Jewel's Corner, for something important.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't go so deep into our territory. If you get discovered, you'd get yourself killed."

Arthur said.

"…I am indeed here for something, but you don't have to know anything about that."

Nefarious said, looked over his shoulder at Rav'akari, and whispered.

"…You know who to find. Go."

With grins on their faces, Rav'akari let out excited shouts, ran upstairs while ignoring Arthur, and started their hunt.

Their eerie, excited shouts bounced off the walls of the hallway, and when the hiding students heard that, they quivered in fear.

"…"

Arthur silently stood still with a pained look on his face. A short teardrop fell off his eye.

There was nothing he could do to stop those Rav'akari, as he had much greater things to worry about, such as Nefarious.

If he looked away from Nefarious for even a split second, his head would roll off his shoulders, and he would die.

As long as he kept Nefarious away from the students, he believed that they would have a much greater chance of survival.

"Come to me, my mechanical minions!"

Arthur raised his hand, his fingers dangling as if he were playing an invisible piano, and from behind corners, an army of robots appeared.

With a press of the invisible piano, one of the robots jumped downstairs, the whole flight of steps, landing at the bottom.

"Screech~"

The robot crackled, and it pulled out a carved-edged dagger from its chest compartment. It looked very futuristic and jagged.

With the dagger in hand, the robot ran over to Nefarious, raised it in a slashing stance, and then brought it down.

"…"

Nefarious pointed his hand at the robot, but nothing happened, and the dagger slashed him in the face.

Yet, no blood was shed.

The dagger couldn't penetrate his flesh, as if it were as strong as diamond.

"This summon of yours doesn't have a mind of its own or emotions. How interesting. I haven't come across a summons like this before."

Nefarious said, and sliced his hand through the robot's neck, decapitating it with surprising ease.

'…Of course he hadn't come across something like this before. The robots are creations of us, Earthlings, and those of this world don't even know the meaning of robot!'

Arthur thought, reached out to one of the robots, who handed him a sword, and then he pressed on the piano, sending all robots at Nefarious.

The robots jumped him, their swords and daggers slicing through the air.

With a swing of his fist, Nefarious punched holes in the chests of the robots, destroying their inside components, and rendered them useless.

The destroyed robots crackled with lightning, then activated self-destruction, and exploded into a fire cloud of smoke.

Nefarious stood in the middle of the fiery explosion—unscathed, as were his clothes—and then he walked through the fire.

"Haaah!"

Arthur jumped from the stairs, bringing his sword down at Nefarious, and Nefarious caught the sword with his bare hands.

"Spare my students, please!"

Arthur pleaded, even though he knew very well that it was useless.

"Why would I do that?"

Nefarious asked coldly and sliced his hand across Arthur's right arm, cutting off the arm from elbow to wrist.

"Aaaaargh!"

With a bleeding stump, Arthur let out horrifying-sounding screams in excruciating pain.

"…I'll let you live so you can witness what we do to your students. My Rav'akari over there really love the taste of human flesh."

Nefarious stepped past him, with Arthur's eyes turning a shade darker, a deep hatred burning in them.

"No!"

Arthur shouted, reached his bloody stump towards his destroyed robots, and their mechanical parts sprang to life.

An arm of a destroyed robot clung to Arthur's stump, becoming part of his body, and then, all kinds of robotic parts flew out of the pile, attaching themselves to him.

The legs of the robots clicked into place on Arthur's body, the chest plate snapped shut around him, and the helmet sealed over his head, enclosing him in a suit of armor unlike any other.

"I am… Lord of the Robots!"

Arthur picked up his sword from the ground and thrust it towards Nefarious' back, but he turned around and slapped the sword out of Arthur's hand with ease.

At that moment, Arthur wrapped his robotic arms around Nefarious's body and tried dragging him out of the mansion, but Nefarious elbowed him in the back and pummeled him down to the floor.

"…You should've chosen escaping."

Nefarious sneered, crouched before Arthur, and twisted his head off his body.

The head came off, but Arthur's shocked eyes were still moving and blinking because, with the transformation, he turned half-robot, and a simple decapitation wasn't enough to truly kill him.

"…Was it worth it?"

Nefarious tossed the head in his hand as if it were a basketball and then headed upstairs with the separated head.

Hiding in one of the rooms, Thomas held his breath as he saw everything through the gap in the door.

'Arthur….'

With cold tears running down his cheeks, he closed the door and stayed hiding.