God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: The Timekeeper At Phantom Library [3]
Weiss, observing the battle with a critical eye, replied, “You need to disrupt its time core. It’s drawing energy from the dark miasma that permeates this place. If you can sever that connection, you’ll have a chance.”

Although Weiss decided not to intervene much, Ayame and her team were in a precarious situation and Alice had already given him the green light for slightly breaking the rules of the system.

Compared to assisting Ayame and her team, those hostile higher existences breaking the rules were much more severe. The system can easily turn a blind eye to his actions since its creator also wanted Weiss to become stronger so that they could thwart the plans of those hostile higher existences.

Kuroneko, hearing Weiss’ advice, began to chant another spell. “Dark Magic: Severing Shadows!”

Dark tendrils emerged from his grimoire, aiming to latch onto the Timekeeper’s core.

The Timekeeper anticipated the move and accelerated time around itself, causing the tendrils to miss their target. “You cannot disrupt what you cannot touch,” it mocked.

Shirohige, playing a new melody on his Mystical Soul Piano, created a sonic wave that momentarily disoriented the Timekeeper.

The music reverberated through the library, shaking the floating books and causing the very air to vibrate.

“Now, Ayame!” Shirohige shouted, using his Music Authority to amplify the sound waves and target the Timekeeper’s auditory sensors and the gears on its body.

Ayame, seizing the opportunity, activated her Tag Authority and transformed into her incorporeal form. She moved with ghostly speed, phasing through the Timekeeper’s temporal defenses.

However, just as she was about to touch it, the Timekeeper reset time, pulling everyone back several seconds.

Ayame found herself several feet away, her outstretched hand grasping at empty air.

“This is impossible,” Kayden muttered, frustration etched on his face. “We can’t even get close.”

Bianca, realizing her Equality Authority was limited in this battle, decided to use it more strategically. “I can’t match its time manipulation, but I can match its physical attributes. Let’s even the playing field a bit more.”

She focused her power, bringing the Timekeeper’s physical speed and strength to her level.

Although the Timekeeper could still teleport, it couldn’t outmatch their physical abilities now.

Illya, in her grotesque true form, lashed out with her tentacles, trying to bind the Timekeeper once more.

This time, with its physical speed matched to Bianca’s, the Timekeeper struggled more to break free.

“Shirohige, keep playing! We need that disruption!” Ayame ordered, knowing the music was their best chance to create openings.

GoldMiner, seeing an opportunity, used his Midas Authority to turn parts of the floor and walls into gold. The reflective surfaces created blinding flashes of light that disoriented the Timekeeper further.

He also used the gold to transform them into spikes which attacked the Timekeeper, forcing it to teleport out of it.

Winston, using his Mirror Authority, created a maze of mirrors around the Timekeeper, confusing it and reflecting its image back at itself. The Timekeeper, momentarily disoriented, paused its relentless assault.

“We have to find a way to hit its core,” Ayame reiterated, her mind racing for a solution. “Kuroneko, can you try your spell again?”

Kuroneko nodded, focusing his energy and chanting once more. “Dark Magic: Severing Shadows!”

This time, the combined efforts of the team created a small opening. The dark tendrils latched onto the Timekeeper’s core, causing it to flicker and spark.

The Timekeeper’s mechanical voice grew harsher. “You think you can defeat me? I control time itself!”

With a burst of energy, it pushed the tendrils away and reset the room again.

The team found themselves back at the beginning of the encounter, frustration mounting.

“Weiss, we need a new plan,” Ayame said, her voice tinged with desperation. “We can’t keep this up forever.”

Weiss, contemplating their situation, replied, “You need to disrupt its concentration. If you can break its focus, even for a moment, Ayame can tag it.”

The team regrouped, ready to try again.

They launched a coordinated assault, each member using their abilities to the fullest.

Water surged, blades whirled, shadows bound, and music echoed through the library.

JordanPlayz, using his Water Authority, created a dense fog that enveloped the Timekeeper, obscuring its vision and disrupting its spatial awareness.

Shirohige played a complex melody that targeted the Timekeeper’s auditory sensors, causing it to hesitate and falter.

GoldMiner created golden spikes that erupted from the ground, forcing the Timekeeper to teleport repeatedly to avoid being impaled.

Ayame, moving with ghostly speed, aimed for the Timekeeper’s core once more. She phased through the fog, using the confusion and disruption to her advantage.

“Now, Ayame!” Weiss shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Ayame reached out, her hand glowing with the power of the Tag Authority. She touched the Timekeeper’s core, feeling the surge of energy as the authority took hold.

The Timekeeper’s mechanical voice stuttered. “No… this cannot be…”

With a final, desperate move, the Timekeeper tried to reset time, but its power was now under Ayame’s control. She forced it to stop, her will overpowering its own.

The room fell silent as the Timekeeper’s movements ceased. Its glowing eyes dimmed, and its body crumpled to the ground, defeated.

“We did it,” Ayame said, her voice filled with relief and exhaustion. “We actually did it.”

As the team stood around the fallen Timekeeper, relief washed over them. Ayame looked down at their defeated foe.

Suddenly, the Timekeeper’s eyes flickered back to life, a dark, ominous glow emanating from within.

Before Ayame could react, the Timekeeper’s body convulsed, and a dark, sinister voice echoed through the Phantom Library.

“Ah, my foolish granddaughter and her pathetic friends,” the voice sneered. “Did you really think it would be that easy to defeat one of my creations?”

The voice belonged to none other than Maverick Windesburg.

The dark magic he had imbued in the Timekeeper now allowed him to communicate with them, even from afar.

Illya’s eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and fear. “Maverick,” she spat, her voice filled with venom. “What do you want?”