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Only I Level Up By Shoveling-Chapter 47: "An Elf With A Rifle?"
The spirit shrouded in an ominous black aura tried to help his descendant— by holding back whatever was about to come out of the b*tt!
Judging from this symptom, someone must have cursed his descendant!
But what kind of curse is this?
So vicious!
The livestream audience couldn’t resist sending comments at the school forum.
-Damn, that’s ruthless!
-What kind of spirit is this? So strange!
-Ugh, I wanna puke.
-Me two
While the audience was taking the secondary damage from the visually disturbing scene, the spirit with an ominous aura was busy cleaning up his summoner’s a*s.
Taking the chance, Castra crept behind the older one and pointed the tip of his sharp shovel at the unlucky spirit’s neck.
"FBI! Open up— I mean surrender! You’re caught!"
The unlucky spirit was caught off guard, but with a fast reflex, he instantly swung his weapon at Castra’s shovel.
Clang!
A long weapon hit Castra’s shovel and Castra’s eyes widened at the sight of the weapon.
That shape, that structure, that design...
"Ahhh! How could you have that??" Castra screamed in disbelief.
Isn’t that a sniper rifle?!
How the hell did a modern weapon appear in this magical world??
Is this spirit...a transmigrator?!
Castra immediately stared at the spirit’s face to see if he was a fellow transmigrator, only to find himself almost enchanted.
The spirit with a blue glow around its body looked like a young man in his twenties with long blonde hair and a pair of beautiful emerald eyes.
Most importantly, his ears...are pointed!
"You’re an elf spirit??"
The elf spirit scoffed at Castra’s astonishment, thinking that it was a country bumpkin who had never seen a rare elf spirit before when Castra subconsciously blurted out.
"Why aren’t you using bows and arrows?!"
...??
The elf spirit twitched its ears and subconsciously turned around to see the audacious person who dared to question his weapons...
Only to see the real figure of the thing pressing on his neck.
"A shovel— a giant shovel?!"
He’s being threatened with a shovel??
"And why would you use a shovel?? Are you a gardener spirit?"
The elf spirit raised his voice in disbelief, acting shocked, but he sneakily tried to pull the rifle’s trigger.
The observant Ray caught this subtle movement and immediately shouted in a shaky voice,
"D-don’t move! I-if you move, we will shoot!"
Ray gestured at Miria and the girl pointed the glowing bidet at the sniper spirit.
"I-I will shoot!"
With the bidet!
At the same time, Miria’s pink hair also danced wildly.
"I-I will also shoot with my hair!" She added.
The timid summoner and his spirit tried their best to look menacing while secretly peeking at Castra with confused eyes.
Uh. He didn’t see the [Sh*t Luck] skill in this summon spirit’s skill list...
Is it a hidden skill?
While Ray was confused, the elf ancestor squinted his eyes, assessing the power of his enemies.
One D-rank spirit, one E-rank spirit, one F-rank spirit and one animal spirit shrouded in a chaotic glow that didn’t resemble any color...
There are too many enemies.
The elf spirit’s ears dropped low and he slowly lowered his rifle.
"Huh. You won, humans."
"I’m a spirit, though?"
Castra mumbled and the elf spirit glared at Castra with vicious eyes.
"You! You must be the one cursing my descendant!"
"Uh, descendant?"
Only then did Castra notice the younger boy writhing in pain next to the spirit.
He looked like the teen version of the elf spirit.
Ah, a young elf boy.
Wait, wasn’t it weird using your ancestor as a summon spirit?
No wonder this boy was cursed!
Seeing Castra’s strange gaze at his descendant, the elf spirit immediately raised his voice,
"Hey, you, shaman! Release the curse you put on my descendant!"
The elf ancestor raised his head high until Castra could see his nostrils.
If he lifted his head higher, he would turn into Boa Hamcock on the spot.
As expected of the stereotypical arrogant elf.
Castra threw away his fantasy about elves and spoke lightly,
"It’s just a low-level curse. It will be fine if we just wait. Or if you have a healing potion, that will do."
The elf spirit rolled his eyes at Castra’s words.
How could the examinees bring potions to the academy’s entrance exam?
If they needed potions, they had to make it on the spot!
The elf boy also heard what Castra said and with a frown, he fumbled over his leather waist bag before taking out a small pouch of...
Fertilizer.
The smell was so strong that Lady Fera winced for the second time.
"Uh! Do all humans like to bring sh*t around?"
"Milady, that boy is an elf..."
Castra tried to defend the human race’s dignity.
The elf boy, understanding Lady Fera’s words, twitched his ears but still dropped the small fertilizer bag to the ground.
Then, he ruthlessly bit his own finger and dripped a few drops of blood onto the fertilizer bag.
Lady Fera saw the boy’s action and immediately clicked her tongue.
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Using an elf’s blood as an offering...this boy is trying to summon a unique spirit!"
Indeed. The elf boy started to mutter something in an Elven language.
"@&#&#&#-, £££¥^π@&#&#@! (I call for you, o’ esteemed spirit of nature, the nemesis of the dark and vile being!)"
As the long summoning chant ended, a familiar summoning magic circle appeared near the boy’s body, albeit just a tiny circle.
Green dots of lights came out of the magic circle and slowly formed a spirit.
Fresh green leaves, morning few sliding down the leaves, a pair of innocent dot eyes, a circle of small mouth...
It’s a cabbage the size of a palm.
"...."
"...."
Everyone stared at the cabbage that started to flutter its leaves to make a summoning pose...
A suffocating silence spread among them.
Unlike the others, the elf boy looked at the cabbage spirit with a satisfied smile.
"##&@&#&! @&#&, @&@-#-#&! (Thank you for answering my call! Now please, undo my curse!)"
The cabbage that was glowing with a blue light tilted its cabbage head and stared at the elf boy with watery eyes.
The next second...the watery eyes burst out with water and it screamed, shaking heaven and earth!
"Wahhhhh! Wahhh!"







