I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 326: Night Boss

Lisa was on her last mana crystal.

The once-glowing spear that cut clean through shadows now felt heavier, its radiant edge dulled from constant use. Her grip tightened around it—not from resolve, but from unease.

The monsters still came, packs of twenty at a time. And yet... no boss. There was no end in sight. Just an endless flood of beasts she no longer bothered counting.

Her food was gone. Only the bitter taste of mana water remained, barely keeping her mana reserves filled. Even then, she could only stomach so much of it before nausea kicked in.

Healing potions had become a substitute for magic to recover the shallow wounds she received—not wanting to use healing spells to not waste mana.

"The same one again, huh?" she muttered, driving her spear through yet another snake-faced spider erupting from the sand. The twelfth… or was it the fifteenth? She stopped counting after the thousandth wolf.

Then her shield pulsed.

Not the gentle light this time… nor the steady glow that guided her path. This time it sent out a pulse of light in bursts as if warning her.

Her instincts kicked in.

Lisa stopped walking, raised her shield, and stared forward as the ground began to tremble. Less than a kilometer away the sand rose—slowly with an ominous feeling filled the area. A towering figure took form, like a massive orb of fur of darkness. It didn't roar. It didn't growl.

It sniffed the air around it, as if looking for something.

And for the first time since this trial began, Lisa's breath caught in her throat.

At times, the creature took the form of a hulking predator—massive fangs, long claws that could tear steel. Other times, it condensed into a rabbit-like form, small and twitching, yet somehow radiating the same dangerous aura. It stumbled through the dust, searching for something… or someone.

Lisa didn't wait.

She couldn't afford to.

If this was the boss—and her instincts screamed that it was—then there would be no time to cast Holy Nova once the fight began.

She began chanting immediately, pushing mana into the spell, drawing it deep from her core. Lisa then took out her last mana crystals and drained it hastily in her hand, restoring herself even as she cast, keeping her energy stable.

The moment she felt it reach the threshold, she made her move.

With a spear on hand, shield braced tight, Lisa charged, by now she could channel the spell onto the tip of the spear leaving her hand free to hold her weapon, as for the spell it was enhanced by using the spear as a medium, almost like if it was her old staff.

The creature paused mid-transformation—shifting from the rabbit form back into something more monstrous, like a massive bear covered in coarse black fur. When it saw her coming, it reacted it rushed forward. But suddenly it felt the power of the skill and with its heavy paws it quickly slammed them into the ground, grinding to a halt, sending a wave of dust and shattered stone into the air.

Lisa didn't stop.

Mana condensed in her spears tip, like a sun of raw divine energy. Her Holy Nova surged with light, ready to be released.

At the last possible second, she threw it as if batting the energy away—directly at the beast.

A blast of searing light erupted between them.

The monster roared, the force driving it back as shadowy wolves appeared from the mists surrounding it. They leapt forward, absorbing the brunt of the divine attack, sacrificing themselves to shield their master.

The explosion consumed them all.

Dust, light, and smoke scattered across the wasteland. Lisa shielded her eyes from the blinding glow as she skidded back, she felt the second effect of the skill heal her brused skin and even bones.

But her heart sank.

Through the dissipating haze, she saw it—still standing.

Singed, panting, its fur scorched and steaming—but very much alive.

And angry.

Lisa channeled the last of her strength, infusing mana into her spear. This monster wouldn't fall from a single blast—she would have to end it the hard way, cut by cut, beam by beam.

She banged her shield once more, the sound ringing out like a heartbeat in the barren land. It steadied her, giving her courage.

Her legs moved on instinct. The fear was there—of course it was—but her exhausted mind had no room to entertain it.

She had been told: if the danger was too great, the shield would forcefully eject her from the trial.

That assurance was enough to face the danger ahead.

The creature ahead loomed like a shadowy mountain, still trying to reform from the Holy Nova's blast. Its massive legs—at least a meter thick—surged with unstable energy as fur and shadow twisted back into shape.

Lisa didn't hesitate.

She slashed, the glowing tip of her spear cutting deep into the creature's leg letting out beams that pierced through the skin of the giant. Light sizzled against darkness. The beast let out a guttural roar, stumbling as its limb quivered under the force of her strike while retaliating with one of its own.

Lisa saw the massive paw swipe toward her—a desperate attack from the beast refusing to die quietly.

She raised her shield, bracing herself. The impact sent her sliding back several meters, her boots carving shallow lines in the ground. Pain flared up her arm like fire, but she held on. She had learned how to angle her shield to absorb the worst of the impact, yet even now she knew—one more like that, and her arm might snap.

There was no room for error.

From a distance, she retaliated with light beams, weakening the beast as she closed the gap. Her spear found its mark again and again, slashing at limbs and joints. But this time, she was cautious. She timed her strikes, jumping in and out with quick steps, never letting the creature's counterattacks land.

She then manifested her wings as the girl needed a brief escape, a moment to breathe. Sweat ran down her cheeks some even managed to enter her eyes as she felt the sting while she soared upward.

The girl was blinking hard to regain focus unable to let go of her shield or spear. Below, the monster growled, leaping but unable to reach her. She noticed it was smaller now—nearly half the size it was at the beginning. freēwēbnovel.com

"No wonder you were getting faster…" she muttered, catching her breath mid-air. She hovered just high enough to stay out of reach, but not far enough to make the creature retreat. If it got away, she might never finish the trial.

"Only enough for one more, huh?" she whispered, checking her dwindling mana reserves. She had just enough mana for one final spell.

A smaller Holy Nova began to form, compressed and deadly, spiraling into the tip of her spear. This time, she didn't give the creature time to sense it. She threw the weapon below her with all the strength she could muster.

The spear plunged downward like a falling star, crashing into the beast's chest. A burst of light erupted, washing over the wasteland like a second sunrise.

And then—silence.

The creature's aura flickered… and finally vanished.