Chapter 85: Wasteland (1)

The Mana engineered aircraft stopped after covering the last ring of the Safe Haven into a wasteland almost devoid of any living beings in the regions. 

A couple of men in thick clothing, as well as a gas mask in their face, saw the carrier arrive and nodded at each other before moving in the direction. The air carrier landed on the other side of the wasteland, quite far away from them, and by the time they reached there, the people from the carrier were already coming down. 

The one leading them was a tall man in a black and blue suit, walking as straight as any man possibly could, and from behind appeared a group of teenagers holding in the numbers of about a dozen. The kids seemed to have smiles and excitement in their eyes, but just as they appeared in the middle of the wasteland, their noses squinted, and they covered their noses, looking at each other as if asking if they were at the right place.

"Are only you two here currently?" the tall man leading the group shouted, finding the two approaching them. His eyes drifted all over the wasteland, trying to see if the journey would be worthwhile or not. 

"Professor," the older one of the duos addressed and bowed his head with his utmost respect and gestured to his younger partner to do the same as well. "Welcome to the junkyard. There were a few others, inside, but they were busy with their business. Should I take you to the place of operation or . . ."

"We will go directly to the dungeon," the professor said, and looked at the sun in the middle of the sky. "Show us the way, will you? I haven't been here since my days when I used to attend the academy." 

"At your service, sir," the older one of the gas-masked duos said again and gestured with his arm towards the direction on their left. "Sir, do you need a mask for yourself or the students?"

Aleister looked at the group of students behind him and shook his head. "No need. The air is not that harmful, only disgusting. It will be a nice lesson for them." 

The students behind the professor grunted, though none complained out with words. The older resident of the junkyard nodded and led the way towards their place of operation. 

The junkyard was not actually that big, perhaps only a few square miles, though the murky and waste was high in number. Even there were many heavy types of machinery working to compress those things. Other than the heavy stench, there was nothing unnatural there. There were supposed to be going to a dungeon from here out, but looking still now the students have not found a single sign of a dungeon. 

They walked for a quarter of an hour until coming before a huge crater, surrounded by an invisible force field. Even though a few of the students knew the aura of a chaos wall, this one looked something different. 

Aleister bowed to the resident of the junkyard as the duo took a stand a few meters away. "You see boys and girls," he said, gesturing all over the place. "This entire wasteland is a dungeon, and it is one of the top secrets of the association. This is not just a dungeon, but a farming ground as well."

The students exchanged glances with each other, as what they heard went over their heads. Well, it was almost everyone, but Elior who was looking right at the invisible force-field with a glitter in his eyes. In his mind, he already came up with what type of upgrade he would do with the things he will get from here.

"Usually, freshmen are not allowed to enter here and even among the upperclassmen only the elites get to enter here," the professor said and brought out a cubelike key out of his inventory. "So, you should try to get everything out of this chance." 

He put the key right at the forcefield as it flickers with different rays of light from the seven colors. It continued for a few seconds until a gate opened in the forcefield.

"Follow me," Aleister said, knowing that the upperclassmen were in place he did not care much for their safety. "This huge wasteland dungeon is divided into many layers, and we are about to enter the second layer."

The two with the gas mask watched the professor leaving into the second layer, before the younger one of the duo spoke up. "Aren't you a bit too respectful to the professor today, oldman?" 

"He deserves every bit of it," the elderly junkyardkeeper said, sighing. "A couple of decades have past, I see why no one remembers the past, though I cant blame anyone. The chaotic history of our ages are mostly covered and shrouded in fog of mystery, so you don't know much, but oldman like me who have seen the history unfold could not help but show our utmost respect."

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Elior entered the gate with Shin, Ileana and Lara, while Aanya smiled at them from beside. She was doing her job as a guide as well, and even most of the upperclassmen did not know why she was doing this sort of boring stuff in her time. 

The second layer of the dungeon was not much of a shocker compared to the first. Other than a little density in mana, it was just the same wasteland. Even the students were wondering if this was really a dungeon. Their teacher said, only the elites managed to get access here, but the scenes before them did not appear to be that interesting. It was a disgusting wasteland and nothing else. Was the association farming waste here? These sorts of thoughts were running on most of them.

To the other student who knew nothing, it was just a wasteland, but to Elior who is a artificer it was no less than a treasure trove. 

"Organize," Aleister said and turned to his student. Other than the upperclassmen who stood on the sides, the freshmen all stood straight in line. "Now who here knows about Metal Fiends?" 

A silence flowed in the dungeon until a small arm was raised in the watchful gaze of the professor. Aleister arched his eyebrow to show he gave permission for the student to speak up. 

"Metal fiends are one of the least violent chaos fiends," Ileana started, recalling what she read about them. "They came in various shapes of a small badger to a couple of meters large. They usually eat metal and build heavy carapaces hard enough to need a good weapon to deal with any damages. Even though these metal fiends have the best defences, but they grow only till the third or the fourth-order before their growth diminishes. Mostly because they did not find higher-order metal to digest.

"Even though metal fiends were not as violent compared to other chaos fiends, they are like walking bombs. Upon their death, those beasts could self-destruct, which was quite potent to kill or heavily injure any apprentice nearby. Apprentices or even Guardians are advised to use long-range attacks on them." 

"You give a fine description, 10 points for it," Aleister said, and sucked in a breath. "But you missed one important thing, perhaps because it was not mentioned in the book. You said metal fiends were walking bombs, but they are known as walking treasure troves as well.

"As the metal fiends eat and digest different metals, in their body, a new kind of alloy formed. Through the alloy's nature was mostly the same, the quality depends on what kinds of metal the fiend ate, and what order it is. And this allows is not just famous on the earth but throughout the motherland. Though it had the taint of chaos in the alloy, a good blacksmith could purify that, and the metal would be finest to make any weapons." 

Few of the students swallowed their breath, hearing that. That means they could scavenge rare alloy from here, and make good weapons for themselves, though they were not sure if they were allowed to take anything from here.

"Yes, you can take your winnings from here, but it is limited to the ones you yourself hunted.  You can look for a blacksmith in the academy or sell it to get credits and buy the stuff you like. The academy hadn't been this generous since ages, so prepare to scam everything you can. No need to hold back, kill as many metal beasts you can and take everything." 

The students burst into cheers and excitement, be it the mages who did not have much use of the alloy or the warrior candidates. Even if they could not make an excellent weapon, or magical artifact, they could sell it to get a good price. If it was a class one metal, then it would go for millions of credits. 

Algester let the student have their fun for exactly five seconds before lifting his arm to silence them all.

"Aanya," he called, and looked at the silver-haired maiden. "Since you like to waste your time on the freshman, you are in charge of all of them. Take care of them and don't let anything happen, and most importantly, don't cheat with them just because you are friends with a few of them."

Aanya nodded and came before. "YOu have nothing to worry about, uncle." 

Aleister shook his head as if he was disapproved of her presence here.. "Everyone, make most of your chances, and Elior, come with me."

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