Grenades fell from the sky, unopposed. The towns’ NPC settings were to only counter-attack after being attacked. So, until the explosion itself happened, no one would retaliate.

- For the Glory of Sir Arthur!

Yrwin steeled his heart and finally gave the detonation command.

The world shook. The aggressive barrier protecting the Fools’ Party shone brightly, shooting numerous rounds of red arrows towards the explosion itself.

First, an explosion countdown begun. At the first five bombs, even some restraining spells and detecting spells began to be launched at them. However, after the tenth explosion, the main dish showed itself to Another World once more... terribly blinding brightness lit up the skies, making it so it seemed night had come. The head vitrified the surrounding five kilometers, destroying vegetation, animals and countless NPCs.

The protective barrier shielding the Fools’ Party from the explosion quickly dimmed in brightness, becoming a pale gray at the end.

The cloud of dust rose many hundreds of meters in the air, taking over twenty minutes to dissipate.

Twenty excruciating minutes in which even Raphael felt like drowning himself.

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They had done it the moment the explosion happened.

And nothing worked. The frustration was so much, all of them felt the urge to cough a mouthful of blood.

Even little Lillian, the little hag, stopped eating her sweets and had bloodshot eyes.

Still, all of them had to remain silent.

The glitch worked. It was almost certain that it did. Anyone and anything with a main level under 100 should have been destroyed completely. Even someone with a Main Level 100 should be gravely injured, most probably passed out, unless they had a maxed out Resistance skill tree.

What could have gone wrong?!

All of them wanted to shout that, but they couldn’t.

They still being in combat meant they probably needed to kill someone. Some high-level NPC or, most likely, a clairvoyance monitoring screen.

If they were too noisy, then even if the level 100 NPC was gravely injured, they would probably be killed the next moment.

And if the thing they needed to destroy was a Screen, then they needed to wait.

‘What is it? God bless it be a clairvoyance screen…’ - Raphael anxiously asked himself as his companions did mostly the same as well.

The dust finally began to settle.

There was no town no more. A huge crater was being filled with seawater, its borders vitrified and reflecting the sunlight with dazingly rainbow colors.

Beyond the crater, a huge wasteland were only glass and sand could be seen.

A level 100 damage blast. Comparable to a meteor falling or a volcano exploding after a long time of semi-hibernation.

The seas around would most probably produce tsunamis and the resulting earthquake should have been felt even at the fort.

Soon there would be scouts send to see what happened, and everything would become complicated.

- SHIIIIT! WHERE IS IT, WHERE IS IT?!!! - Max roared in fury. His Enemy Detection skill showed no one. No NPC, no Player.

There wasn’t a level 100 NPC there. And surely there wasn’t any clairvoyance screen.

They remained under watch, nonetheless.