Strike 148

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Nel felt a new sense of emotion as she looked at the place where Hyun-soo had left.

“Coming to Hyun’s forge was the best decision of my life.”

It was because of the conversation she had with Hyun-soo before he left.

“This time, I will go as Blacksmith Hyun.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yes, I think it’s better to reveal my identity.”

The Hyun-soo Nel first met was somewhat naive, and she had helped him in many areas.

But Hyun-soo saw things that Nel had missed.

“When I first met Mr. Lisel, I realized that hiding my identity was not a good thing, and maybe we should start off on the right foot.”

The first button.

Nel understood the meaning of those words.

“What would happen if those three cursed ones come to Bright Future?”

Nel thought differently from others.

The public argues that the three are different in skills and gaming.

They also say that they are incredibly unlucky.

But it wasn’t lack of skill; their skills are real.

Nel was certain of one thing.

“Once they reach the high ranker’s level, the high rankers won’t stand a chance against them.”

As levels increase, it becomes harder for users to become stronger.

Therefore, a small difference can exert a great force.

That’s why, once they reach that level, they will stand where others cannot ascend.

The problem was this.

“There must be a reason they haven’t joined a guild…”

Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

***

Hye-ji was surprised.

“You’re not going to make it, but you want to participate in the labyrinth?”

“Yes, with less than a week left, it’s not easy to make artifacts for the three of you. And despite appearances, I am quite strong.”

Quite strong?

She didn’t know how strong that meant.

But it made her think.

‘How strong can a blacksmith be?’

Also.

The game Ares has a properly balanced system.

It’s a fact that if one excels too much in one area, another must be neglected.

Yes, a seed of distrust sprouted.

The three had a strategy session.

“Any other applicants?”

“…There’s no one tempting enough, maybe we thought it was too easy, being the center of criticism is something strong players dislike.”

Another conversation ensued.

“It’s Blacksmith Hyun who has been hiding himself, maybe there’s a reason he stepped up confidently. We have five more times, let’s experiment just once.”

That idea also had merit.

“Alright, just once. Let’s try it out just once.”

Soon the conversation ended.

They then showed videos of the ferocious labyrinth they had previously tackled.

“The ferocious labyrinth is a bit unique, unlike the usual time attacks that always start under the same conditions, it changes into three different forms. Form 1 is the easiest, Form 2 is the hardest, and Form 3 is the second hardest.”

Hyun-soo meticulously checked it to sync up with the three.

Three hours later.

“Let’s go in now.”

[You have entered the Ferocious Labyrinth.]

[4 attempts remaining.]

The four finally entered the Ferocious Labyrinth.

“This is where it begins. Get ready.”

As soon as they entered, the faces of the three twisted.

“Of all times…!”

Hyun-soo needed to get used to this dungeon.

However, it started with the second most difficult of the three patterns.

The second pattern faces difficulties right from the start.

Upon entering, a miniboss-level Minotaur slams the ground with an earthquake.

Oooooh-!

Height 5 meters.

[Minotaur Lv.331]

The giant Minotaur with an ax slammed the ground.

Kooooong-!

The ground cracks, spreading vibrations.

This vibration stuns users for about 2 seconds.

It is an unavoidable stun.

Because even if you jump into the air, the effect reaches up to 6 meters high.

Unlike its name, the labyrinth has a ceiling height of 10 meters.

However, that height is not easily breached by ordinary magic flights…

“Hyun-soo, calm down first…!”

Hye-ji shouted urgently, then looked puzzled.

“…Huh?”

Wolf Leap

Plop-

Hyun-soo had disappeared from sight.

At the same time, the Minotaur was also launched into the air.

“…?”

They couldn’t understand the bizarre scene unfolding before their eyes.

Hyun-soo’s left hand had flung the Minotaur high into the sky.

Hmm?

Hyun-soo’s sword moves.

Watching him, the three sighed.

‘Minotaurs are famous for their high defense…’

Swooooosh-

[6 consecutive damages will be applied.]

His sword is enveloped in light.

And cuts marked the Minotaur’s body everywhere.

Swoosh

Thud

Thud thud thud!

‘The, the damage…?’

The Minotaur’s HP dropped below 61%.

‘What are we even watching?’

Blood spurted from the Minotaur’s body.

An even more astonishing event unfolded right before their eyes.

“Ghost Step.”

Hyun-soo’s footsteps disappeared.

Left.

Thud!

Above.

Crack!

Below.

Thud-

Thud thud thud

Crunch

Flash-!

After creating exactly nine afterimages.

Hyun-soo struck the Minotaur down with his sword from mid-air.

Kabooooom-

The Minotaur smashed into the ground and turned into ashes.

Time taken to hunt it down.

[5 seconds have passed since entering.]

Soon after.

“Hic, hiccup!”

Tae-hoon hiccuped.

Hye-ji, without realizing, exclaimed.

“Th-thank you!!!”

***

Hyun-soo’s stats were 60 levels higher compared to others of the same level.

Add to that the sword Baekya, which is closest to legendary, and the passive skill ‘6 consecutive damage.’

The synergy with the legendary-grade skill, Ghost Step, was tremendous.

Having landed, Hyun-soo checked the safety of his companions.

One was hiccupping, and Hye-ji suddenly thanked him.

“???”

“Ah, it just came out without me realizing.”

With this, Hyun-soo realized that he had earned their trust.

“Let’s hurry.”

Hyun-soo also had his reasons for wanting to rank Korea within the top 5.

They moved quickly.

Hyun-soo observed them.

‘Incredible…’

Considering their artifacts and levels, they were demonstrating unbelievable strength.

‘These people, regular classes?’

Though called the cursed trio, they kept delivering critical hits.

And at the boss monster hunting spot.

“Sword’s Cry.”

Keeeeeeeng-

The boss monster of the Ferocious Labyrinth was a level 350 Basilisk.

With the boss’s appearance, Hyun-soo used Sword’s Cry to stun it.

‘Unbelievable…’

‘Just one more competent person makes it so much easier.’

‘Even the damage is beyond common sense…’

The three hunted the Basilisk faster than usual.

Eventually, they waited for the notification.

Their previous rank was 15th with a time of 25 minutes and 58 seconds.

[Rank will be updated.]

[9th place, South Korea, 19 minutes 59 seconds.]

They instantly jumped six ranks.

“Woah!”

“We did it!”

They were thrilled to have successfully closed the gap in the rankings.

Four attempts remaining.

If this was the start, they were confident they could narrow the ranks even further.

They continued to implement new strategies and plans.

On their seventh attempt.

[8th place, South Korea, 18 minutes 31 seconds.]

On their eighth attempt.

[6th place, South Korea, 17 minutes 19 seconds.]

They believed they could now avoid being the subject of criticism.

Looking forward to tomorrow, Hyun-soo logged out and fell asleep.

***

During Hyun-soo’s sleep.

Nel felt the world was quite noisy.

‘Until now, this time attack hadn’t been getting much attention in Korea…’

Suddenly, as the ranks rose, they started getting noticed.

And it had a remarkable effect.

The time attack participants’ list could be described anonymously.

[Han-ul, Hye-ji, Tae-hoon, Hyun’s Forge.]

This last entry, Hyun’s Forge, was causing a stir around the world, and speculative articles were being published.

[Hyun’s Forge. Presumed to have crafted artifacts for Han-ul, Hye-ji, Tae-hoon.]

[Hyun, the creator of masterpieces. Providing wings to three Olympic gold medalists.]

[Global interest once again focuses on Blacksmith Hyun.]

Nel was shocked to see this.

Nel was checking Hyun’s rapidly increasing subscribers.

‘Wow, the firepower is insane…!’

People around the world believed that the changes in the time attack dungeon rankings were due to Hyun-soo’s artifacts.

This instilled expectations.

And the subscriber count Nel just checked was as follows.

[Hyun’s Forge subscribers: 1,610,013.]

[Currently ranked 7th among Korean forges.]

From the original 1.3 million, an additional 300,000 had been added.

‘If something happens again that shakes the world…’

Nel thought that maybe, just maybe, they could break into the top 4.

The gap between just outside and inside the top 5 was significantly large.

And soon, such an event occurred.

Nel checked the changes in the time attack dungeon rankings.

[Rank will be updated.]

[1st place, USA, 11 minutes 11 seconds.]

The USA had suddenly reduced the gap by 4 minutes.

It was an astonishing event for the world.

Unlike Korea, where the time attack dungeon was just catching fire, the USA was already heated up.

Nel quickly clicked on a viral interview video.

The interview featured American users who had participated in the time attack.

They were all well-known users from the USA, members of the Black Skull Guild, called the world’s best.

Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter-

Amidst endlessly flashing cameras, the reporters asked.

“How were you able to reduce the time so significantly in such a short period?”

The reporters were somewhat baffled.

How could they possibly cut down 4 minutes?

“That’s something users from other countries will have to figure out.”

The USA did not easily explain the reason.

Many other questions followed.

Especially, Will’s confidence was clearly displayed during the interview.

“This time attack dungeon’s first place will definitely go to the USA, and it will be the same in the future.”

Indeed, it had been that way for the last three years. Then, a journalist asked,

“Recently, Korean users have been causing shifts in the rankings. What do you think about this?”

Will, with a dismissive sneer, said,

“China or Japan, maybe, but Korea?”

That was it.

As if there was no need to even mention them.

And Nel, to her astonishment, was watching Hyun’s Forge’s subscribers increase because of this.

“This is a risky opportunity…”

If Korea takes first place, Hyun’s Forge’s subscribers would skyrocket.

But if not?

‘Hyun’s Forge might only be recognized as an outstanding forge in Korea…’

In other words, it was a double-edged opportunity.

***

Lee Se-jin, the CEO of Blue Inc, is currently having a video chat with managers from various countries.

Then, John, the manager from the USA, subtly taunted,

“The Korean users are truly impressive, jumping from 15th to 6th place so quickly. But I wonder if they can beat the USA’s record of 11 minutes… What do you think, CEO Lee?”

Lee Se-jin was well aware of the current situation.

Including the provocation by a famous American user who had dismissed Korea altogether.

“We are currently not expected to overcome the 11-minute barrier.”

[Oh, is that the strength of the USA? Indeed, the 11-minute wall is higher than one might think.]

Soon, Lee Se-jin smiled faintly.

“Do you know about the real start?”

[The real start. It’s a term used universally by all countries to mean when one reaches level 300.]

“That’s because typically, when users reach level 300, they unlock something new in their class or receive quests that grant them special privileges.”

[What are you trying to say?]

John frowned.

He seemed to not understand the point being made.

Lee Se-jin emphasized,

“Soon, user Hyun-soo will achieve level 300 within the Ferocious Labyrinth. That is, what’s impossible now might be different in the future.”

[……!?]

[……!?]

The managers looked shocked.

Lee Se-jin, unconcerned, ended the video chat.

Lee Se-jin was also very much looking forward to it.

‘What power will user Hyun-soo unlock upon reaching level 300?’

And how could he potentially shake up the time attack dungeon rankings?

It would soon be revealed.

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Act 97

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The situation truly felt like I was at a crossroads between life and death.

I had never experienced such pain and agony in my life.

Me, just a common man who normally played games, when would I have ever been injured to the point of death?

Even though my special ability reduced it, the excruciating pain piercing from my toes to the top of my head was intense enough to make me lose consciousness for a moment.

There was not a single part of my body that was unharmed, and the instinct to survive dimmed like a fading candle.

‘I can hardly move my fingertips…’

There were three places where the spear had struck.

Abdomen.

Right chest.

Thigh.

Only wounds severe enough to prevent me from continuing the fight.

Anyone, not just an ordinary person, would not be surprised if they died immediately from the bleeding and shock.

But I realized once again,

‘The durability of the body I’m possessing is incredible.’

The body he had possessed was beyond ordinary.

Feeling the buoyancy as if floating on water, I examined my body condition solely through sensation.

Though it was strong, in reality, even for ‘Julian,’ such wounds should have been fatal.

The only reason I could still breathe was purely because ‘Sombra’ had protected my organs and minimized the bleeding.

‘It doesn’t want to die either.’

The moment I absorbed the soul stone, ‘Sombra’ and I became one in mind and body. This diligent healing was also it struggling to survive.

‘I feel the same way.’

I didn’t want to die in a place like this.

And certainly not for something completely unrelated to me, dying due to the karma of something I didn’t even do is definitely out of the question.

‘I have to get up.’

As soon as I made up my mind, my body, which couldn’t even move a fingertip, gradually began to obey.

At the same time,

“Kuh.”

The nerves that had been asleep seemed to have opened their eyes, and the pain of the damaged body became all mine.

The discomfort pierced the sky.

I had no energy, it was hard to move, but the intense pain was distinctly felt.

“This much… I can endure.”

Nevertheless, this damned mouth boasted with bravado as I hypnotized myself.

The pathological aura was so strong that even I had to stick out my tongue.

‘Yes, somehow, endure it.’

If I die, who will water the orchids waiting at home?

And the two children I just adopted also weigh on my mind.

As the thought occurred to me, my will to live grew stronger.

“Ugh!”

Regaining my composure, I began to pull out each spear embedded in my body.

Bang!

Next to me, the sound of someone flying into the wall could be heard.

“Cough, cough!”

Ignoring that, I focused on pulling out the spears.

It was clear that pulling them out would cause severe bleeding,

‘If you want to live, then you better stop it.’

I wasn’t sure if communication was possible, but I spoke to ‘Sombra.’

If it had any sense, it would handle it.

One.

“Grunt…”

Two.

“Gasping, gasping.”

Three.

“Kuh.”

With barely any strength, I managed to pull out all three spears.

As expected, ‘Sombra’ had managed to block the potentially large bleeding holes.

My bloodshot eyes hurt as if boiling water had been poured on them, but my gaze instinctively scanned the surroundings.

‘Where is the Moonblade Sword…?’

The fighting spirit was tremendous, to the point where words failed me.

Even in this situation, I was sitting and searching for the sword.

But this time, I did not deny the abnormal fighting spirit of ‘Julian.’

The fight was not over yet.

The demon-turned Idel was still alive, and I was still at the crossroads of life and death.

‘Where is it?’

The expensive sword I had made was nowhere to be seen.

Already feeling like I would go mad from the pain, the absence of the sword irritated me further.

Cough.

Coughing, I barely managed to stand on two feet.

Was the sword broken? No, that couldn’t be it.

It must be somewhere among the pile of demon corpses.

‘Can I find it?’

No way.

I was certain of it. In this situation, I wouldn’t be able to find it.

I would have to search through the bodies one by one, and Idel wouldn’t wait for that, nor did I have the strength to do so.

Crackle.

Just then, a short sword wrapped in cloth fell from my pocket.

The sword used by Sword Saint Hayden Reich.

It was decrepit, with more than half of the blade missing, hardly reminiscent of its past glory.

‘Just like the current Sword Saint.’

Still, I grabbed the hilt of the sword.

It felt rough and strange.

Even amidst the storm of pain, I could distinctly feel it.

Originally, it should have been the protagonist, not the Sword Saint, who used this sword.

[<Amnesia> trait transformed into <New Sword Saint>.]

As unfamiliar text appeared, I felt the pain slightly subside.

At the same time, I began to have a clearer idea of how to handle the sword I was holding.

“For the Hyrans family.”

Through <Aura Conversion>, when I reinforced the short blade into a ‘Moonlight Sword,’ a sharp killing intent directed itself towards me.

Tri-horn demon, Idel.

The monster’s attention had shifted to me.

“Julian!”

Linne was here before I knew it.

“We must proclaim the greatness.”

“Be careful!”

Along with her shout, a spear flew at me, slicing through the wind towards me.

Clang!

Barely managing to divert it with my sword, the force was so great that it made my upper body stagger.

Moreover, the two legs I was forcibly standing on trembled as if they could collapse at any moment.

“Growl…!”

Still, I couldn’t afford to fall here. After all, I’m called ‘Julian,’ renowned as a ‘demon hunting genius.’

I gathered all my strength into my legs.

Feeling my muscles tense up from their previous squishiness, I closed the distance between me and Idel.

Clang!

As if refusing my approach, another spear flew towards me.

Having gained a new trait, my vision had improved. For instance, I could see the trajectory of speeds invisible to the naked eye.

However, while my ‘eyes’ had improved, my already damaged body remained the same.

Furthermore, the floor, mottled with demon slime and blood, was incredibly unstable.

Splat!

‘If I don’t dodge, I die.’

A sinister premonition invaded my mind.

“Ugh!”

Fortunately, that did not become reality.

Linne, who had followed beside me, swung her sword and barely deflected the ‘spear.’

Although she tried to block it directly, the power contained in that ‘spear’ was no small matter, causing Linne to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

‘That’s enough.’

Seeing that scene, I took another step towards Idel.

As I approached, Idel, instead of firing another ‘spear,’ began a close-quarters battle.

His arm, hardened beyond normal, struck at me in a straight line.

Crack!

Barely blocking it with my sword beside my face, sparks flew fiercely.

With each contact of Idel’s arm against my sword, the aura wrapped around my ‘Moonlight Sword’ gradually wore down.

“Argh, ugh…!”

Though my lower body was sticky as if glued to the ground and hardly obeying, I forcefully raised my arm and swung the ‘Moonlight Sword’ at him.

Crack!

Sparks flew again.

What was wearing down was not Idel’s body, but only the aura wrapped around the Sword Saint’s sword.

‘In that case, make it even sharper.’

It was nothing more than roughly enhancing a broken sword with aura, but I kept refining the aura.

Increasing the strength and honing the cutting power.

Knowing that it wouldn’t affect him, as he was coated in ultra-hardening across his body, I kept swinging the sword relentlessly.

The sparks that flew into the air touched my cheek, causing burns, but I didn’t stop.

This was the only thing I could do now.

“To the glory of the Hyrans family.”

Naturally, Idel was not just passively taking hits.

Each time I swung my sword, he retaliated, and I had to roll across the ground covered in the demon’s slimy blood and torn flesh.

A visceral repulsion surged from deep within my chest,

But shut up. Survival comes first right now.

“Hyrans.”

As I grew more accustomed to the Sword Saint’s sword, my ‘Moonlight Sword’ became sharper.

“To the family.”

Conversely, the blade of the sword grew shorter.

“To the glory… Growl!”

Eventually, when I was about to land a significant blow that would elicit a scream from him, the worn-down blade and the aura it carried no longer suited even to be called a ‘sword.’

“Ah, no…”

“Hehehe, hehehe.”

Amidst Linne’s despair-filled voice and Idel’s mocking laughter, I ignored them and kicked at the sticky ground.

Crunch!

There it was, the long-sought ‘Moonlight Sword.’

I found it.

“Could it be…”

Murmuring something, I left Linne’s voice behind and infused the aura into the Moonlight Sword, now familiar to me. It accepted my aura without any resistance.

This is how my sword should be.

I glanced at the sword in my left hand with a satisfied smile.

‘The sword used by the Sword Saint…’

I let it go from my hand.

Though this sword held great significance to me, there is no one in this world fit to wield it now. Only its perverted purity remains.

‘Farewell.’

With a self-deprecating smile, I grasped the Moonlight Sword with both hands.

“KRAAAAAAH!”

Perhaps sensing a stronger presence than before, Idel’s eyes widened.

With a menacing roar, he raised both hands, his absurd ability ‘ultra-hardening’ leading as he swung his arms brutally.

Swipe.

Riding on the enlarged demon hand, I charged towards Idel’s solar plexus.

‘I have only one crushing attack left.’

Considering my body’s condition, this would be my last strike.

[Using the trait, <Sombra>.]

Given the situation, I summoned every ounce of strength I had left, determined to use every means available to me.

[Traits, <Moonlight Sword> and <Sombra>, repel each other.]

The firepower was too much to handle even when my body was healthy.

‘Ah.’

But why, after wandering close to death, had my mind cleared?

I just realized why I hadn’t been able to control this power properly before.

‘It had no name.’

In this world, ‘names’ carry significant meaning.

The stronger the magic, the more likely it has a unique name, and this applies to individual traits and auras as well.

Even ‘demons’ gain strength if they have names.

“To the Hyrans family!”

At a critical moment, Idel mimics human speech, distracting me from my thoughts.

Damn him.

He must instinctively feel it too. That this is the end.

To finish him off, I looked at the ‘Moonlight Sword’ holding ‘Sombra.’

The blade, dark as if obscured by moonlight and shadows.

‘Eclipse.’

Yes, your name is ‘Eclipse (月蝕).’

[A new trait has been created.]

[You have obtained <Moonlight Sword/Eclipse> for the first time.]

‘Eclipse,’ now inscribed with a name, did not surge with uncontrollable aura as before.

Thanks to this, I could deliver a more precise strike.

‘The left chest where the Hyrans family crest has not disappeared.’

“TO GLORY!”

As Idel’s spear and fist flew towards me, hanging in the air, I spun my body and shook them off.

Then, I thrust my sword into his left chest. 

Thrust!

The sword, which shone a bright black, swiftly pierced his heart, unlike before.

“Grrr, ugh.”

The emblem of the Hyrans family was shattered in one blow. I know that most of a humanoid demon’s soul stones are located in their heart… But Idel was still moving.

“It wasn’t near the heart…!”

“What a cunning bastard…”

He talked about the glory of his family, yet it wasn’t in his heart. Fortunately, this attack was never intended to target the soul stone in the first place. The characteristic of “Eclipse” lies not only in its sharpness but also in its ‘explosive power’ due to repulsion. When the sword that kills demons and the demon’s characteristics clashed, a controlled explosion could be felt resonating from the tip of the sword.

“Gah, urgh…”

With a crunch, multiple black sword blades shot out from Idel’s body like shadows.

“It seems the interior isn’t that solid…”

Splash!

A viscous, blood-like substance splattered on my face, and for a moment, Idel looked down at me as if time had stopped. His eyes, which were filled with a demon’s crimson ferocious aura, now bore only one emotion, resembling a human’s gaze.

“Ju, Julian…”

The one staring at me, with eyes filled with the color of ‘hatred’ above his head, was not the demon Idel but Idel of the Hyrans family.

“Did you properly serve the imperial family well? Didn’t you get exterminated because you caused trouble?”

This is so like ‘Julian.’

“Juliaaaaaaaan!”

With a scream-like roar, Idel’s body crumbled, and the sword embedded in his heart fell to the ground with a clatter. The blackened sword around ‘Eclipse’ gradually returned to its original form, the ‘Moonlight Sword.’

“…Haha, this is an absurd monster.”

In the corner, the black knight laughed weakly. Even Linne, who had dodged the spear by throwing herself, dragged her tattered body towards me.

“Are you alright, Sir Yulian!?”

Alright? Hell no. I’m on the verge of death.

“I’m only ashamed to be wounded by a mere demon.”

Even in this situation, my damn ego was putting on a brave face.

“Don’t joke around. The wound is so deep I can see through to the other side!”

She was right. Although Sombra had stopped the bleeding from the spear wound, it was still there. With a wound like this, I should at least be able to say it hurts.

“For a swordsman, such injuries are common.”

That damn pride.

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Round 46

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The Ara Hongryeon Guild was bustling from early dawn.

“Hey, you’re here early.”

“Where was it today? Sokcho?”

“The others are heading straight there. Let’s get going.”

Awakeners assigned to dungeons or missions were gearing up and heading to work, and the regular staff who assisted them were arriving steadily.

People were checking data on tablets, engineers were inspecting equipment, and porters were verifying supplies.

Everyone was performing their roles, and the industry was running like clockwork once again today.

“Hey! Is Manager Kim Dong-gil here?”

“Welcome, sir. I’ll take you inside.”

Soon, business associates connected to the guild began to arrive, and various departments were operating at full speed.

The staff weren’t the only ones busy.

As a large guild, even the executives of Ara Hongryeon had packed schedules. Some were involved in advertising or photoshoots, while others were making calls to arrange collaborations with other guilds.

However, the field was quieter than expected.

“Ah, it looks like the subjugation is about to be completed!”

In a forested mountain area in Gimpo, Gyeonggi Province, a staff member guarding the dungeon entrance said excitedly. Next to him, Guild Master Han Seok-jun nodded calmly.

“It should be around this time. We planned it that way.”

Checking the time, there were about five minutes left in the planned schedule. And before those five minutes were up, the entrance began to tremble.

“They’re coming out!”

The support team, who had been on standby, quickly prepared. Soon, the awakened ones started emerging from the dungeon entrance.

“Good job! This way, please.”

“Any injuries? We have a medical vehicle ready here!”

Seeing Team Leader Jeong So-yeon coming out last, Han Seok-jun approached her.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Ah, Guild Master. You were here.”

Jeong So-yeon looked a bit messy but appeared uninjured.

“Was there any problem?”

“No delays in the schedule as planned. There was one minor injury, but no other issues.”

Sssss–

A staff member approached and sprayed a liquid on Jeong So-yeon’s body as part of the disinfection process.

“By the way, why did you come all the way out here, Guild Master?”

“I apologize for asking this right after you’ve just come out of the dungeon, but could you spare some time today?”

“Of course.”

“We have a meeting with the Iron Blood Guild today. It seems we’ll need all the executives, including team leaders, to gather.”

“Oh!”

Having been in the dungeon for the past few days, Jeong So-yeon wasn’t aware of the meeting. Han Seok-jun, looking apologetic, explained the sudden meeting with the Iron Blood Guild.

“We’re meeting at our guild building shortly. I’ll give you a two-week vacation after this meeting.”

“Sounds great!”

Jeong So-yeon, who had been hoping for some rest, immediately agreed upon hearing that the usual one-week break would be doubled.

Leaving behind the staff who were entering the cleared dungeon to retrieve the loot, Han Seok-jun and Jeong So-yeon boarded the vehicle.

“Why is the Iron Blood Guild suddenly coming?”

“There haven’t been many meetings between guild masters lately, and Iron Blood Guild’s representative, Baek Tae-seop, is a friend of mine. He suggested we meet and catch up after a long time…”

Seeing Han Seok-jun trail off, Jeong So-yeon sensed there was more to it and waited quietly.

“Director Choi Young-seong also contacted me suddenly.”

“Former Research Director Choi Young-seong?”

“Yes, Iron Blood Guild’s representative Baek Tae-seop specifically requested Director Choi to be present. It seems they had discussed something beforehand. According to Director Choi, it’s likely about the antidote.”

“Antidote? But wasn’t it impossible to cure the Poison of Avarice?”

Jeong So-yeon’s eyes widened in surprise as she waited for Han Seok-jun’s next words.

“Team Leader Jeong So-yeon.”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember the vegetable juice you drank during the subjugation of the Level 4 dungeon in Yeongdeungpo?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“You probably recall that one of its listed effects was detoxification.”

Jeong So-yeon nodded at Han Seok-jun’s words, but she couldn’t guess why he was bringing it up now.

“The result showed that the Poison of Avarice can be detoxified with that vegetable juice. Director Choi personally informed me about it.”

“Oh…!”

Jeong So-yeon was even more astonished this time.

She almost stood up inside the vehicle, but instead, she blurted out something that came to her mind.

“Then what about Sister Si-young?”

“They say her condition has significantly improved.”

“Aaah!!”

Jeong So-yeon covered her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. Although she had never worked with her, the news of the recovery of the awakened one she had admired since childhood deeply moved her.

This news was even more meaningful to her since she had personally met Kim Si-young thanks to Choi Young-seong’s invitation.

“Is it true that the antidote for the Poison of Avarice is possible with Kyu-seong’s vegetable juice? I’m sorry, it’s just so unbelievable that I had to ask again.”

“They say that most of Vice Guild Master Kim Si-young’s poison has been detoxified. It’s all thanks to Kyu-seong.”

Han Seok-jun replied with a smile.

Hearing such definitive words, Jeong So-yeon was excitedly thinking about various things when she suddenly turned pale and murmured.

“I never imagined that vegetable juice could detoxify the Poison of Avarice. We drank such a precious thing just to subjugate a Level 4 dungeon…”

“No, it’s because we used something so precious that we achieved such a record time.”

“Thinking of it that way, you’re right.”

“It’s all thanks to Kyu-seong’s ability. He’s truly amazing.”

“…We should have handed the contract directly to Kyu-seong.”

Jeong So-yeon, her color returning, wiped away her barely-held-back tears and smiled brightly.

“Anyway, it’s really great news! I should visit Sister Si-young during this vacation.”

“Well, actually, I was planning to follow Director Choi after today’s meeting with the Iron Blood Guild to check on Si-young’s condition.”

“Oh? Then I’ll come with you!”

“Alright. Let’s ask Director Choi later.”

Overjoyed by the unexpected good news, Jeong So-yeon was smiling brightly when she suddenly tilted her head in confusion.

“But why aren’t we sharing this news? If it’s about the recovery of Vice Guild Master Si-young, the whole country would be delighted…”

As she was speaking, Jeong So-yeon realized the reason.

Kim Si-young was an 8th-level awakener.

The nation had attempted to cure Kim Si-young’s poisoning but failed, yet an individual not affiliated with any guild succeeded in treating her alone?

If this fact became known, not only Kim Si-young’s recovery but also Kyu-seong’s existence would cause a huge sensation. And was Kyu-seong’s ability limited to that?

‘Unprecedented agricultural products with extraordinary effects… The aftermath will be enormous.’

Seeing Jeong So-yeon’s expression, Han Seok-jun guessed she had found the answer herself and spoke.

“It’s not just a matter for our country. There were 12 countries involved in the subjugation of the Dungeon of Avarice at that time. The number of awakeners who entered was a staggering 46. Most of them have passed away, but a few are still alive.”

“…Kyu-seong has achieved something incredible. I finally feel the reality of it.”

The awakeners who participated in the Dungeon of Avarice were all renowned at the time. They were selected from around the world and were highly esteemed individuals.

Most of them died in the dungeon or succumbed to the poison within a few years, but some were still alive.

If they were treated, it would be like resurrecting forgotten heroes of the past.

“In any case, since Si-young’s treatment was successful, Iron Blood Guild’s Baek Seung-hyun could also recover. If that happens, the Iron Blood Guild, already competing for the top spot in South Korea, will gain even more strength.”

“I think differently.”

Jeong So-yeon shook her head.

When Han Seok-jun looked puzzled, she continued.

“Whether it’s Baek Seung-hyun or Sister Si-young, I’m not sure if they will return.”

“Hmm, you have a point. Having the ability and returning are separate issues.”

“I actually hope they don’t return and live comfortably as they wish. I know it’s impolite to say this in front of the guild master, but I hope Sister Si-young’s personal life takes precedence over the guild’s interests.”

Despite glancing nervously, Jeong So-yeon spoke her mind, and Han Seok-jun smiled slightly.

“Haha. Team Leader’s words are absolutely right. I was too focused on abilities. Yes, it’s absurd to think of returning to the guild after losing ten years to poison.”

As they talked, the vehicle arrived at the guild building in Seocho-gu.

As they got out of the car and entered the building, a security guard approached urgently.

“Guild Master, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, Jung. What’s the matter?”

“The guests from the Iron Blood Guild have arrived.”

“They arrived much earlier than expected. There was no notification.”

“And someone else has arrived as well.”

“Director Choi?”

“Yes? Ah, Former Research Director Choi Young-seong is here too, but besides him…”

The Iron Blood Guild and Choi Young-seong. Who else could be visiting?

As Han Seok-jun and Jeong So-yeon thought of various individuals, the guard continued.

“Awakened Lee Kyu-seong has arrived.”

“…Kyu-seong is here now…?”

Han Seok-jun and Jeong So-yeon were surprised by Kyu-seong’s impeccable timing.

“When did he arrive? And where is he?”

“He arrived with Former Research Director Choi Young-seong before the Iron Blood Guild guests. We have escorted him to the reception room on the top floor.”

“Well done.”

This might actually be a good thing. Since Representative Baek Tae-seop came here for the antidote, it would be convenient to talk directly with the person who made it.

‘But it’s a bit unfortunate.’

Han Seok-jun had hoped to act as a mediator. If Baek Tae-seop, the representative of the Iron Blood Guild, met Kyu-seong directly, it was certain that he would try to recruit Kyu-seong.

“Could it be that he’s here to sign a contract with us?”

Jeong So-yeon’s murmur deepened the furrow in Han Seok-jun’s brow.

The Iron Blood Guild was one of the two major pillars of South Korea, along with the Terror Guild. If they seriously pursued recruitment, it would be troublesome for Ara Hongryeon.

“They might have already met upstairs.”

“Do you think everything will be alright?”

A security guard cautiously interrupted their conversation.

“Uh, Team Leader Kang Hanul heard the news and went up first to handle the reception.”

“…That’s not particularly good news.”

Kang Hanul handling the reception?

Knowing his personality, both Han Seok-jun and Jeong So-yeon’s expressions stiffened slightly.

“Let’s go up quickly.”

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In one dungeon, the faces of three men and women were grim.

[Ferocious Labyrinth Time Attack Dungeon World Ranking.]

[1st Place United States 15 minutes 53 seconds.]

[2nd Place China 16 minutes 41 seconds.]

[3rd Place……]

[……]

[……]

[15th Place South Korea 25 minutes 58 seconds.]

The essence of a time attack dungeon lies in how quickly one can clear the dungeon.

Naturally, setting a new record brings excellent rewards.

And the Ferocious Labyrinth was a place specially utilized for such time attack dungeons.

Currently, before server integration,

Users from various countries felt a competitive desire to test themselves against users from other nations.

This Ferocious Labyrinth appeared to satisfy that urge, updating records worldwide.

This event-style Ferocious Labyrinth time attack is held over a fixed period.

Naturally, users from Korea also participated.

The Ferocious Labyrinth opened about a month ago, and teams of four users could enter at any time.

Initially, a massive number of users entered and challenged it, but not anymore.

“The gap is too big. There’s less than a week left until the time attack dungeon closes…”

This was because the gap between Korea’s records and those of other countries was too vast.

Agreeing with Han-ul, who was in his early to mid-20s, the others nodded.

“It’s shocking that there’s such a big difference even among users of similar levels…”

The gap between 15th place Korea and 1st place USA was over 10 minutes.

There is an entry limit for the time attack dungeon.

Between levels 290 to 310.

This meant that users of similar levels were participating.

Of course, those who teamed up just for fun sometimes took up to an hour.

The currently listed ranks were all of the highest caliber users within that level range.

The gap between these top users was a staggering 10 minutes.

“We only have five more chances to enter. We need to be careful.”

Moreover, you can’t just keep entering randomly.

There were a total of 10 possible entries.

And the number of entries goes according to the party member who has participated the most.

“If we mess up, we’ll become a laughingstock…”

Tae-hoon, the martial artist, commented, causing the others to sigh.

These three had been friends for a long time and had special backgrounds.

[Han-ul Lv.306]

[Hye-ji Lv.303]

[Tae-hoon Lv.301]

The fact was that these three were Olympic medalists.

Han-ul was a gold medalist in kendo, which had been added as an Olympic sport.

Hye-ji was an archery gold medalist.

Tae-hoon was a taekwondo gold medalist.

That’s why they chose careers that suited their backgrounds.

Han-ul was a swordsman, Hye-ji an archer, and Tae-hoon a martial artist.

“How did we end up like this…”

To Han-ul’s remark, Tae-hoon chuckled dryly.

“Because we’re the ‘Unlucky Trio’, that’s why.”

The three were literally unlucky.

Usually, good skills would unlock hidden or legendary classes, but they had never even received such a common quest.

Of course, their performance in hunting grounds was spectacular.

They were overwhelmingly strong compared to others at their level.

Additionally, they had a fair amount of money, so they all equipped themselves with good items.

As a result, they hunted in higher-level hunting grounds than their own level.

“Ugh, how did we all die in the hunting ground and drop our main weapons…!”

The problem was that a boss monster suddenly appeared there, causing three of them to log out and drop their main weapons.

Even if they tried to repurchase them, artifacts with such power were hard to find.

Currently, Ares could not keep up with the demand.

Even if they had money, they couldn’t get good items.

“Maybe the fact that we didn’t join a guild is part of the reason.”

The other two agreed with Hye-ji’s statement.

Of course, they had received numerous offers.

The problem was that most of them intended to exploit the three commercially, so they decided to play as a trio instead of joining a guild.

The downside was that they couldn’t receive any support.

“American players are backed by the world’s number one guild. They’re all decked out in amazing items, plus they have hidden or legendary classes.”

Guild support was greater than they thought.

Additionally, there was another reason they couldn’t close the gap in time.

“Why does every person we encounter act like a troll…?”

The Ferocious Labyrinth required four people to enter.

They kept forming parties and entering the dungeon.

But there was always one person who trolled until now.

Or, if they were ordinary players, they couldn’t keep up with them.

“Could it be the cursed debuff of the three of us?”

“Hmm…”

The three of them groaned lightly.

Anyway, they now needed one person to attack this dungeon with them.

“Let’s be very selective this time. There are too many fools just aiming for the prize.”

The first-place prize for this Ferocious Labyrinth was a whopping 400 million won.

Each person would get 100 million won.

But because it was the first-place prize, there weren’t many applicants, and those who did were odd.

“Should we offer something else? Initially, people showed interest, but now no one cares.”

Most had given up because the gap with first place was too large.

Hye-ji pondered and came up with an idea.

“What about Orichalcum?”

At her words, Tae-hoon took out Orichalcum from his inventory.

“You want to offer this precious thing?”

The Orichalcum they possessed wasn’t just a legendary mineral.

It was top-grade Orichalcum.

They obtained it after clearing a hidden quest.

“Anyway, we can’t use it ourselves.”

The problem was that the required level to use this top-grade Orichalcum was 400.

Even if they gave it to a blacksmith, they said it was a material they couldn’t use.

Of course, they could use it if they waited 1-2 years for the level restriction to be lifted, but that was too far off.

“Let’s offer exactly half.”

“Alright.”

“First, let’s put out the immediate fire.”

After agreeing, Hye-ji posted a message in the party recruitment window.

As time passed, Hye-ji had a puzzled expression.

“No applications, why…?”

The three of them were puzzled.

Of course, there were many contacts from nobodies.

But no one with a recognizable name was applying.

After some more time had passed.

“This person…”

Hye-ji had a surprised expression.

“Who is it?”

She chuckled as she spoke.

“Do you know Hyun, the blacksmith?”

A name of the hottest person recently was mentioned.

***

After finishing a video shoot, Hyun-soo was looking around the recovering Ballas territory.

At that moment.

“Hyun-soo!”

Nel rushed over in a hurry.

Her usual calm demeanor made this appearance unusual.

“What’s the matter?”

“There is a place called the Ferocious Labyrinth Time Attack Dungeon…”

Nel explained it to him.

“They’re offering a mineral that I think is essential for you right now, Hyun-soo.”

“A mineral?”

“Yes, please check it out.”

[We are recruiting one person to clear the Ferocious Labyrinth Time Attack Dungeon with us. If you help us rank within the top 5, we will give you the mineral. Unfortunately, it’s only enough to make one sword.]

(Top-grade Orichalcum)

Grade: Legendary

Restriction: Level 400+ Blacksmith

Difficulty: Top-grade

Special Ability

· When creating arrows, penetration increases by 121%.

· Strength and agility increase by up to 36%.

· Attack speed increases by up to 70%.

· The probability of landing a critical hit increases by 40%.

· Durability increases to infinity.

Description: Orichalcum is a legendary mineral. It is lighter than any other mineral and is much stronger, making it almost indestructible. Compared to the lowest grade orichalcum, only about 1/100 can be obtained.

“…Wow.”

Hyun-soo was genuinely amazed.

Orichalcum.

Hyun-soo had once acquired this orichalcum before.

It was from this mineral that the ‘Orichalcum Arrow’ was born.

However, the orichalcum he had at that time was of the lowest grade.

But top-grade orichalcum was at least 1.5 times better than the lowest grade.

“To think that the same mineral could be so much better…”

He suddenly realized how big the gap between the lowest and top grades was.

“The competition must be fierce, right?”

“No, the competition won’t be high.”

Nel shook her head coolly.

“From what I see, the only person who can handle this top-grade orichalcum the best is Hyun-soo.”

Of course, even so, its value is significant.

But why is that?

“Can you see the name of the party recruitment?”

“Hye-ji? That name sounds familiar.”

“That’s the gold medalist Hye-ji.”

Hyun-soo was unavoidably surprised as Nel explained the current situation.

“15th place?”

“Yes, they are undoubtedly talented, but they are also called the ‘Cursed Trio.’ They are just too unlucky…”

She explained the critical reason.

“Netizens think this is the time to criticize them. Top-grade orichalcum is extremely rare, but you can only obtain it if you place in the top five, so joining that party means sharing that risk.”

Hyun-soo understood that.

But Hyun-soo had already made his decision.

To him, this mineral was the best, unlike for the others.

“I’ve set another new goal for myself recently.”

A goal?

Nel thought it might be about becoming a king.

But Hyun-soo just smiled slightly.

“I’ve decided I want to be at the pinnacle of users.”

Nel looked surprised.

The old Hyun-soo, who just played the game to survive, was nowhere to be seen.

“I know I’m not ready to dream that big yet. But there’s one thing I’m sure of. I may not be at the pinnacle of users yet…”

Soon, Nel was amazed by his words.

“A user who possesses the weapon of the pinnacle can be.”

The reason for Nel’s admiration.

‘Come to think of it, Hyun-soo is using a weapon he made himself.’

Literally, the weapon of the pinnacle.

Chills ran down Nel’s spine.

‘A weapon of his own, crafted with the finest mineral and by the finest blacksmith.’

It wasn’t a dream.

Soon, Nel and Hyun-soo exchanged a few words.

“Fortunately, there’s still a spot available. We need to hurry.”

Hyun-soo immediately set off.

His heart pounded as he moved swiftly.

***

“Let’s not be rude.”

Hye-ji’s words were met with agreement from the other two.

Blacksmith Hyun.

The hottest name of late was coming to this place.

What was surprising was that this enigmatic figure was going to reveal himself.

The admonition not to be rude meant not to disparage his appearance.

Rumors abounded about Hyun being veiled, with many saying he was an extremely unattractive man in his fifties.

Isn’t that so?

Everyone wants to become a star.

The trio believed the rumor too, and in the game Ares, where one’s appearance couldn’t be changed much, many users suffered disadvantages or were ignored because of their looks.

Then, a user mounted on a giant black horse appeared.

This was near the party recruitment area of the Ferocious Labyrinth.

“What’s that?”

Women users glanced at the man dismounting the horse.

Male users also admired him.

A brown coat, rare in the game Ares.

Moreover, his impressive physique and handsome face covered him.

Watching his extraordinary artifacts, one might think he was an unofficial ranker.

‘Why would someone like him be around the level 300 hunting grounds?’

Soon, he approached them and greeted them.

“Hello, I’m Blacksmith Hyun.” 

The three were wide-eyed in astonishment.

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Beep…!

A tinnitus piercing from my ears to my head.

That pain, however, clarified my mind.

‘…Hmm. I’ve been had. I thought he was crazy, but to think he’d invite me to his room and drug my tea with a sleeping potion.’

Who would have expected him to strike so boldly immediately upon finding my weakness?

-Clink.

An odd feeling holds me back as I try to stand up.

Shackles filled on both my wrists and ankles disrupted my uprising.

‘I’m not a lab frog, for heaven’s sake, I never thought I’d end up like something out of a game bad ending scene.’

It’s as if I’ve stepped into a horror movie with a medieval setting.

A dark laboratory without a single window.

Shelves on one side of the wall filled with unidentifiable glass bottles.

And right in the middle, my current situation is fixed spread-eagled on an experiment table.

Yet, despite being restrained like this, my mind still maintains some calm.

And for good reason, as I know well that he truly has no intention of harming me.

It’s simply impossible.

Clunk.

The door opens, and in comes a murderer wearing a frail mask.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

“What’s with the rush? Did my chains rattle and you came running?”

Despite my sarcasm, Ricky merely shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re bold despite being caught. Courage might be a virtue for a noble, but this is sheer recklessness.”

“Recklessness, you say? If you think high rank allows everything, you’re greatly mistaken.”

What has this mad scientist done?

He invited a noble only to imprison him after being called out.

Probably, what follows is a threat.

Using the power and current upper hand of the earldom.

“If you think you can silence me this way, I must say it’s quite foolish.”

But he chose the wrong opponent.

I’m someone who knows how to enjoy a bit of thrill.

Such baseless intimidation can easily be brushed off by me.

“How many do you think would notice my disappearance?”

Starting from Luciana who would realize something is wrong right away, to my fiancée Elizabeth, and not to mention Bathory, whom he can’t know about.

Even if not these specific people, a student who ranked third in admission scores disappearing overnight, both the academy and the families connected to me would act quickly to find me.

In essence, he’s the one in a hurry.

I just have to wait here until the time limit is up.

“Haha, capturing my weakness to push me into a corner, indeed, it’s a typical trait of a noble wielding his tongue like a sword.”

Yes.

The environment we were raised in differs from that of a guy who’s been stuck in a lab.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“But, in capturing someone else’s weakness, it seems you’ve forgotten your own.”

“What nonsense.”

This formatting should help to distinguish each sentence more clearly.

Who else is as incorruptible and loyal to their lord as I am?

…Of course, I have my little weaknesses!

But how could Ricky, who has nothing to do with me, notice them?

“Weakness? That’s interesting. I wonder what weaknesses you think you’ve identified.”

As I replied with a sneer, his cynical gaze swept over me as I lay there.

Chuckle-.

Seemingly at a loss for words, Ricky prods my chest with the blunt back of his scalpel.

“Why? Are you planning to stab me with that? Are you thinking of performing a dissection on a noble?”

“It wouldn’t be impossible.”

It’s all bravado.

Among nobles of the Manhett Empire, taking a life can only happen in special circumstances like a duel under mutual agreement, territorial wars, or coups.

“Let’s stop the idle threats. With this incident, the tower must be having a tough time too. Tsk, such a promising heir, what a shame.”

“You’re confident. But you know, just because you’ve greased your words, doesn’t mean the truth changes.”

He removed the scalpel from near my heart and placed his hand there.

Soon, a strange sensation passed through me.

“Just as I thought. There’s no ring of mana around your heart.”

“And why would that be a problem?”

“You use magic, though weakly, right? Ordinary humans can’t do that unless they have external organs like horns or ears, or unless they can manipulate their own blood.”

Suddenly, I vividly felt a chill running up my sleeve.

Levain, including demons, elves, and even vampires.

Because I clearly understood how each race manipulates mana.

And-.

“You’ve washed your background quite well. But crawling back north was to reunite with your kin?”

“……”

“I have a very good specimen. I managed to capture someone sent as a prisoner. When I researched using your kind, I realized the principle behind your magic use is the direction our magicians ultimately need to go.”

I realized that this knowledge came from experiments on vampires.

Unlike me, Ricky did not resort to exaggerated gestures.

Instead, his calm demeanor as he nodded quietly was enough to display his madness.

The problem is that this knowledge has turned into a bizarre misconception against me.

“Do you still need more explanation? Vampire.”

“Who, me?”

“Yes. The ability to use magic solely through blood flow regulation, isn’t that exactly the principle by which you use magic?”

“……”

“That touch on your chest earlier wasn’t just checking for mana but also for blood vessels.”

The man who had been aggressively questioned at tea time was no longer there.

The man who had been smiling slyly came close and whispered in my ear.

“You’re a Westerner, so you understand, you’re just a prisoner. Your family, the employed Duke of Speda, and even the Count of Frontal with whom you are engaged. They’ll hush up the fact that you’re a demon.”

…Huh. Where do I even start?

“You might deceive others, but not me. I’ve researched vampires myself. Just wait a little? I’ll contact my family and bring the evidence that will ruin you.”

He glanced at me with greedy eyes for a moment, then turned his back.

“Ah, give up any thoughts of escaping. The device attached to your wrist is a special restraint made by the tower. It fundamentally blocks mana, so even as a vampire, you won’t be able to use magic.”

Just accept your fate without resistance.

He seemed to whisper.

Thud.

I watched the door close firmly.

“What is he saying?”

I muttered blankly.

Calling a human a vampire, what kind of idiot is he?

But.

The situation was much worse than I had anticipated.

Of course, I’m a charlatan posing as a demon.

Clearly human.

No matter how much he investigates, it would be pointless.

However, considering his power and position, he might bury the truth and turn me into a vampire falsely.

It was like being the subject of a witch hunt by some know-it-all.

“Tsk! Did he take everything except my clothes and jewelry? Without my anchor, I can’t even use Tut.”

-Clink.

Only the sound of metal filled the room.

***

“…He’s late.”

Luciana wielded her pure white swordsmanship into the void as she waited endlessly for her disciple, who had not yet arrived.

“Although such incidents have been frequent lately, he isn’t usually so ignorant of time.”

Yes.

Hans, being a kind soul who even shows affection to mere demons, might be running a bit late trying to console her after their argument.

-‘I apologize, Lady Bathory. That time…’

-‘Hmph! I have already forgiven your rudeness with my generous patience. It’s just that you are too late in coming, but as a contractor dealing with my kin, patience is also necessary.’

It was merely her own delusion.

Still, irritation surged unbidden, and she gripped her sword tighter.

As she lost her calm, her aura became increasingly unstable.

At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to practice properly.

‘…No. Why imagine what he is doing on my own? I should just confirm it directly with Hans.’

Now that she had reached the expert level.

While there was much she could and needed to train in.

Competitiveness sometimes serves as a good nutrient for growth.

A communication with Hans that Batory alone secretly monopolizes?

That was unacceptable.

Secretly, so that the demon couldn’t hear.

Now that she had reached the realm of an aura expert, there was nothing she couldn’t do.

With such a mindset, perhaps success would come more easily.

With a mindset fueled by competition, or perhaps jealousy.

Luciana repeated the advice her servant had given her before.

‘Wasn’t it said to send a message as if writing a letter?’

After all, the place where he and Bathory were, was still within this academy.

Her overflowing aura was enough for that.

She gathered her thoughts and focused her intent.

-‘Hans Byron, as a servant, shouldn’t you be by your lord’s side when needed?’

Indeed, the feeling was different this time.

If failing in telepathy before felt like using brute force without finesse, breaking the glue and snapping the bowstring,

Now, it felt like an arrow smoothly slicing through the air, a refreshing sensation piercing her mind.

…She had the feeling.

But unlike when he demonstrated before, she couldn’t hear his voice ringing in her head.

‘Did it fail?’

Just when a self-deprecating gloom was about to drench Luciana’s heart.

-‘Lady Luciana?’

-‘Ah! Can you hear me?’

-‘Luckily…! I need help…’

The telepathy was intermittent.

Suddenly, a wave of anxiety washed down her neck.

The Hans she knew would have helped her if he could.

He wasn’t the type to ask for help.

-‘What’s going on? Speak clearly!’

-‘Mana is low, kidnapped, imprisoned…’

His voice transmitted the situation in fragmented words.

Hans had gone to seek Ricky, an associate of the tower, for her sake.

And he ended up imprisoned by him.

-‘…Shoot.’

A single word.

It was the only thing an enraged Luciana could utter.

-‘The tower… they will pay for this. Hans, first tell me where you are. I’ll come to rescue you immediately.’

-‘Impossible, location unknown.’

A cold tide of fury swept through her heart.

Her own devoted servant might lose his life senselessly because of some madman.

That thought made her frantic.

-‘Isn’t there any landmark or distinctive feature around? No, there’s no time to leisurely figure out the location. I must run to the madman of Circleia…!’

-‘It won’t work…! Using this as an excuse, pressure from the tower…’

Luciana’s eyebrows painfully twisted.

Even while captured.

He was still disregarding his own safety, focusing only on herself and her family.

-‘Please don’t.’

-‘Even in such a situation, you speak for my sake. Please, take care of yourself.’

The telepathy cut off for a moment, and silence followed.

-‘I will heed…’

Yes.

After a brief flow of awkwardness.

Hans’s telepathy once again flowed into her mind.

-‘The place I am trapped, there is a way to verify…’

-‘Indeed. That’s just like Hans. Go on, speak. I’ll hurry to rescue you.’

-‘Bathory…’

What bizarre thing to hear.

Her eyebrows twitched momentarily at the name of a demon, with whom she had an uncomfortable relationship.

-‘Explain in detail.’

-‘Kin contract, location traceable…’

The following explanation made sense.

Hans and that demon had previously formed a kin contract, a magic connection she dreaded even to name.

But understanding was all it was.

She was not convinced.

Collaborating with that demon was not appealing.

As a member of the Speda family, an intrinsic revulsion surged within her.

-‘…Understood.’

Still, she had no choice but to accept.

She couldn’t retrieve him alone.

She immediately rushed out of the room and went to search for the chamber provided to the maids.

“Hmm? Descendant of the great warrior? What brings you here to find me?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Ho-ho, this is something else. Let’s hear it first before I decide.”

It didn’t take long for her to drop the duster she was holding.

“Ha… Hans?”

“Yes. Lead the way immediately. Hans said you know where it is.”

But.

Despite the urgency, the demon stood still.

“Ha! Is that how one asks for a favor?”

“What did you say?”

Already anxious about Hans being captured,

Why was this demon picking a fight?

Her eyebrows furrowed as she scolded herself.

“Isn’t my contractor missing right now! Get your mind straight and think. Even politely requesting cooperation would be appropriate, yet now you’re venting your irritation on me!”

“…”

Luciana’s eyelashes fluttered.

Yes.

She too owed Hans her life.

She must be just as shocked and willing to help.

‘I was too harsh on her, swayed by prejudice.’

“…I’m sorry. I was out of sorts, it was my mistake. I heard that through the kinship contract with Hans, you can determine his location. Can you help?”

“Hmph.”

The blonde demon turned around sharply after their eye contact.

Bowing before a demon.

As a member of the Speda family, this would usually be unthinkable.

But, as a noble, it was her duty to resolve her own mistakes.

Even if the other party was a demon.

“…Leave it to me. I can track his location in real time.”

Fortunately, after the apology.

With her cooperation, things progressed smoothly.

“Yet, you accept the situation easily. It could be a lie.”

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re not one to joke around. Moreover, considering he didn’t respond to my telepathy, it seems to be a quite serious situation.”

While saying this, Bathory even flashed a smile with her fangs showing at Luciana.

“This is not a common opportunity for him to rely on me. Hehe, this incident will further strengthen the bond between the contractor and the kin.”

“Nonsense.”

It wasn’t their relationship that was deepening.

Rather, it was hers with Hans.

However, Luciana kept her mouth shut.

Though it was displeasing to see this as an opportunity rather than focusing on rescuing him,

Finding him was the priority.

They reached a rather secluded building within the academy after a silent standoff.

“It seems we’ve come to the right place. It looks like an ordinary house, but it’s filled with magic stones that suppress mana.”

“Step back. It won’t stop my aura anyway.”

“What? Wait—”

It’s not the demon, not her, who’s going to rescue Hans.

With that single-minded intent, Luciana, as an aura expert, struck the firmly closed door with her blow.

Kaboom—!

In the seemingly ordinary building, the forming magic circles shattered completely.

“Ah, have you arrived?”

Creak— Thud.

The door then opened.

What came out was…

The entity needing rescue was not helplessly imprisoned.

“Wow, maybe because it’s a wizard’s secret storage, there are quite a few valuable things here.”

Hans, grinning cheekily with his arms full of unknown objects he had gathered, seemed to have arrived just in time.

“It’s good to see you’re safe.”

“Of course. As you ordered, I’ve been taking good care of myself.”

“I meant for your safety, not for your own benefit.”

Instead of replying, he approached with a laugh, his arms full of rolled-up papers.

“Come on, let’s go! We need to give that madman a taste of his own medicine, don’t we?”

His relaxed demeanor was very much like that of her own servant.

Luciana found herself smiling without even realizing it.

Hans already seemed to have a plan in mind, wearing a meaningful smile.

As always.

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Act 96

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Swoosh.

Linne wiped off a bead of sweat running down her cheek with her hand.

The pseudo-Black Guards she was currently facing possessed skills worthy of the special forces of the Holy Nation.

Each individual had skills comparable to a knight, but when they combined their powers, their capabilities far exceeded that.

Despite this, the reason Linne could hold her ground against the two was due to the quality of her ‘aura,’ which could somewhat mitigate their assaults.

“You’re holding up quite well.”

However, that would soon come to an end.

Her mana was finite, and as it was consumed, the fight was becoming more difficult.

“It’s impressive, really. You’re about the same age as my daughter, yet you’ve reached such a level.”

Despite wearing such attire and wielding lethal swordsmanship, there was a striking humanity about him.

Separate from that, Linne unleashed the aura that had been scattered throughout her body.

‘Any further attrition is dangerous.’

If she didn’t eliminate at least one of them with a single strike, victory couldn’t be assured.

“Let’s end this needless fight here.”

Amidst this, one of the seemingly lighter Black Guards spoke up.

‘End it here? He must be trying to make me lower my guard.’

Linne thought so, but the two Black Guards sheathed their weapons.

“What’s your scheme?”

“The reason for our fight has changed. That’s all.”

“The reason has changed?”

“Aren’t you guys a special force acting under the orders of the High Priest?”

“That’s right. More precisely, we act under the orders of the ‘Archdeacon.'”

“What does that mean?”

“Not all Archdeacon share the same thoughts as Archdeacon Garoth.”

Linne turned her head towards the voice that suddenly spoke.

“Archdeacon Sharlana, it’s an honor to meet you.”

Simultaneously, the two Black Guards she had been facing knelt down and paid their respects.

“Knight from another country, although it’s regrettable to meet under these circumstances, I’m nonetheless pleased to meet you.”

A middle-aged woman, Archdeacon Sharlana, greeted Linne first.

Her attendants were all around her, with one of them holding a parasol over Sharlana.

“As the Black Guards just said, we no longer have a reason to fight. From now on, these Black Guards will prioritize my orders over those of Archdeacon Garoth.

“Archdeacon Garoth? Are you saying everything that happened was his doing?”

“Yes.”

Sharlana nodded once in response to Linne’s astonishment.

“Ah, please do not think that his choice represents our entire Holy Nation. After all, before considering the national interest, people tend to pursue their personal interests first, right?”

Are you saying that, despite being clerics of the Holy Nation?

Linne had these thoughts come up to her jaw, but she did not voice them.

She no longer had the energy to argue or wield a sword, as she was nearly exhausted.

“So, what brings you here?”

With hostility unabated, Linne glared at Archdeacon Shalana.

“Ho ho, it seems you are still young and your mind doesn’t work well.”

Shalana opened her fan with a snap.

“From what has been discussed so far, can you not guess? It is to address the unexpected actions of Archdeacon Garoth.”

Linne almost frowned but held back once again.

“You are to go underground and retrieve the sacred artifact ‘The Engraved Lie’ that Garoth had smuggled out.”

“Yes, Your Eminence.”

After commanding her Black Guards, Shalana turned her gaze to Linne.

“What will you do, young knight? Wouldn’t it be safer for you to come with me to the temple city?”

“After seeing what has happened, do you still say that place is safe?”

Linne’s venomous words made Shalana slightly flutter her fan.

“Ho ho, then do as you please.”

“Yes, I will do as I please. Ma’am.”

“…Ma’am?”

Shalana’s face crinkled with wrinkles as Linne threw a provocative word at her, tired of being called young.

“Ho, ho ho… Such shallow thinking for a young one. If it weren’t for this situation, I’d have some harsh words… Hey! Listen to me till the end!”

Trying to hide her wrinkles with her fan as much as possible, Shalana yelled at Linne who was heading underground without listening to her till the end.

***

Though it was her first time at the underground arena, Linne had no idea where the entrance was.

“Hey, it’s over here.”

The ones who started guiding her were the Black Guards she had been fighting until just before.

Linne reluctantly followed them, but she did not let her guard down.

“Don’t be too hostile. It’s just something we had to do because we were ordered from above.”

“If you are ordered from above, does that mean you would kill people too?”

“If it’s an order, then yes. You think we’d kill because we want to? There are no madmen like that among us Black Guards.”

“There probably are some.”

“Um, only one or two.”

At their words, Linne also immediately thought of someone.

It was Julian, who had gone to save Prince Ulysses first.

‘Will he be alright?’

If it’s him… he should be fine. Probably.

He was known as the royal executioner, infamous for all sorts of nefarious deeds, but his swordsmanship was second to none.

Surely, like before, he might have handled the situation alone and be waiting with that sly smile.

As she thought this, following the Black Guards down the stairs to the underground, a terrible demonic energy greeted her.

It seemed to be a demon meant for ‘Matus’, which she had seen when she first visited the capital.

However, the demonic energy was far too strong for an unmarked demon to emit.

Unable to understand the situation, she felt dizzy, but she couldn’t stop descending the stairs.

Finally arriving underground, her anxiety turned into the harsh reality before her eyes.

The space was so vast it was hard to believe it was underground.

The area was filled with demon corpses and blood, emitting an unpleasant smell that was headache-inducing.

And in the center, there was a gigantic humanoid demon.

It seemed to be the source of the demonic energy she had felt.

“Is it dead? Has it died?”

The creature was muttering strange words while clutching a bright red mass that looked like a person.

“What on earth happened?”

Whisk.

At a Black Guard’s murmur, the demon turned its head in this direction.

Three horns.

‘It’s a Tri-horn.’

Just as the difference between a single-horned and double-horned demon is immense, the leap from two to three horns is like comparing the earth to the sky.

Unlike other demons, its special characteristics meant that even several skilled knights attacking together might not be able to kill it.

“Insane…”

Because of this, one of the accompanying Black Guards muttered expletives, seemingly terrified.

‘Is the prince okay?’

Seeing the number of horns, Linne, realizing they stood no chance, scanned the surroundings.

Fortunately, he was lying at a considerable distance from the Tri-horn demon.

‘What about Julian?’

Looking around again, she found him, like Ulysses, lying quite far away.

“This can’t be.”

Seeing his condition, Linne was nearly beside herself.

It was too dark to properly ascertain whether he was alive or dead, but several spear-sized stakes were embedded in his torso.

For anyone else, it would have been a fatal wound.

But she had to prioritize Prince Ulysses, leaving him behind.

She was part of the prince’s guard, after all.

…She knew it. That it was the right thing to do.

Yet, Linne’s feet moved towards him.

“Sir Julian!”

“Are you ok…… ugh.”

As she approached, Julian’s condition was worse than she expected.

Three spears, each the size of a forearm, were embedded in his body.

They had narrowly missed his heart, but each was lodged in a critically injurious place.

‘No, don’t pull them out.’

Almost reflexively reaching to pull them out, Linne barely stopped herself.

It was clear that pulling them out would cause him to bleed to death.

What should I do?

“What are we supposed to do?”

Seemingly thinking the same thing, one of the Black Guards muttered.

“What can we do? Are you thinking of fighting the Tri-horn demon? Since the clerics are all down, we should just take the sacred artifact as instructed by Lady Shalana.”

The Black Guards nodded to each other and dashed toward Ulysses.

“Grumble.”

The Tri-horn demon, which had been still for a while, finally began to move.

However, the first action of this demon, burning with malice and demonic energy, wasn’t to charge at the Black Guards.

Whist, thud!

A sharp object shot from the demon’s hand.

By the time it was identified as something similar to the ‘spears’ stuck in Julian, it was already too late.

Boom!

It had collapsed the staircase they had come down, sealing the entrance.

“The creature has blocked the exit…”

A Black Guard, removing a laurel crown from the fallen Ulysses’s head, muttered curses.

“From double-horned, demons’ intelligence becomes extraordinarily high.”

Linne muttered instinctively, as if recalling something she had heard somewhere.

She tried to focus as much as she could, but in the desperate situation, no solution appeared.

‘What would my master have done in this situation…’

She tried to steady her mind with that thought, but her heart pounded relentlessly.

Every time such incidents occurred, the word ‘Sword Saint’ magically helped her, but now it no longer held the same status.

Demonization and asylum in the Holy Nation,

The always noble status no longer seemed the same ‘Sword Saint’ she thought of.

‘What would you have done?’

Glancing,

Linne turned her head to look at the fallen Julian.

…Huh?

A strange scene caught her eye. Something writhing like a black shadow was filling his wounds. 

‘Is it a creature… with demonic energy?’

Oddly enough, Linne felt that the ‘black shadow’ was not unfamiliar to her. 

And she faintly realized that it had begun its activity to help Julian stand up again. 

‘If we can buy some time… might he be able to stand again? If so, can this desperate situation be overcome? 

She was not sure, but one thing was certain. 

“We have to fight. If it’s a Tri-horn demon, there will be a core… a soul stone inside. If we can break that, its activity will cease.”

We can’t run. More precisely, we can’t escape.

Hearing Linne’s words, two of the Black Guards nodded.

“To think that just moments ago we were fighting, and now we’re cooperating with this young girl…

Once again, they drew their curved swords and summoned the aura from within.

Similarly, Linne drew her sword and prepared herself.

“That demon seems to generate spears inside its body and launch them.”

“We need to dodge those spears somehow and smash the core.”

“Yes.”

“Kuk, kikik.”

As if mocking their resolve, the breathing of the Tri-horn demon could be heard.

Having intelligence means it can also mock its opponents. It’s definitely not just her imagination.

“Do we only have one chance?”

“I should have taken a vacation instead.”

Looking at the collapsed entrance and feeling the power of the spear again, the Black Guards caught their breath.

“Let’s go!”

With Linne’s shout, the three of them kicked off the ground and leaped forward.

Normally, the duo, accustomed to working in sync, seemed to know exactly how to divert the opponent’s attention, charging from opposite directions.

“Krrruk.”

Because of that, the first target of the Tri-horn demon was the Black Guard who had moved to the left.

Tukang─!

With a noise like a catapult launching, a spear shot out from the demon’s body.

At a speed difficult to follow with the naked eye.

“Kaaaak!”

The first targeted Black Guard was hit in the leg by the spear and was thrown far away.

Meanwhile, the distance was closing.

Could there be hope if they got close?

It couldn’t be certain, but they wouldn’t just allow themselves to be attacked unilaterally.

“Damn it…!”

The remaining Black Guard flew up into the air, charging towards the demon.

Tukang─!

The spear from the demon was launched again towards him. 

“Kuh!” 

He barely managed to twist his body in midair to dodge the spear, but due to the tremendous kinetic energy, the Black Guard was thrown towards the entrance. 

‘Thank you.’ 

Linne knew he had jumped to draw the demon’s attention, which allowed her to get this close. 

“Hup…!” 

Drawing all the aura from her entire body, she staked everything on her sword. 

A flash of blue light burst from her sword, compressed with high-quality aura. 

There was no turning back now. 

With that resolve, she thrust her sword towards the demon’s left chest where she expected the ‘soul stone’ to be. 

Clang! 

“Ah.” 

However, her attack did not succeed. 

Her aura-infused sword could cut through steel, but the demon’s skin was even harder than steel. 

‘It wasn’t just about shooting spears, this demon’s trait…’ 

Perhaps, hardening its body was the demon’s ability, and shooting spears was just a secondary function. 

“Kekeke.” 

In the now silent underground, the demon’s laughter became more pronounced as a death-like silence descended. 

“The contest will soon… begin… start.” 

Uttering incomprehensible words, the demon swung its arm. 

Linne, who had stepped back to avoid the attack, sensed something odd in the demon’s behavior. 

‘He could have killed me, but he didn’t.’ 

“He must think this is all a game.” 

The Black Guard who had bought her time muttered. 

“A game?” 

“Yes, this place… is the final destination for the demons used in the Grand Arena. Seems like it remembers the things it heard there. Cough.” 

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he gave a bitter smile. 

He knew well. 

How base the contests between demons, and between demons and humans, could be. 

“I’m really sorry about this.” 

“If you’re sorry, then shut up.” 

Linne retorted sharply and turned her gaze back to the demon. 

“A game, you say?” 

Through this clash, she felt intensely how powerful the Tri-horn demon was. 

It had been an all-out attack. 

Moreover, the Black Guards, special forces members, had sacrificed themselves to create this opportunity for her. 

‘This demon perceived that entire process as a game?’ 

It was infuriating. And frightening. 

The grim future that would follow once this ‘game’ ended was terrifyingly scary.

“Still, you wouldn’t give up, would you?” 

Because that was the Julian she knew. 

A monstrous figure with a competitive spirit that far surpassed human limits. 

‘At the very least, a way to save Lord Ulysses…’

“Hyran’s family…”

At that moment, Linne sensed a change in the Tri-horn demon’s tone. 

It became clearer, as if imitating something human. 

“We must make known the greatness.”

An indescribable intensity of hostility oozed from its body. 

It was a hostility so strong, it almost resembled ‘hatred’. 

“…How, how did he stand up?” 

Listening to the Black Guard’s soliloquy, Linne moved her gaze to where the demon was looking. 

“Julian?” 

There stood Julian, so battered it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had collapsed right then.

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Martial 27

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The Next Day, Unicorn Sighting Location

The day before, Eugene had finished his dinner and immediately set off to arrive early in the morning at the place where the unicorn was sighted.

“Huff!”

“Damn it… Huff…”

Eugene exhaled heavily after using up his inner strength to perform the Heaven Folding God Step (天摺神步) and stood in place, sighing. He had spent a full three hours to arrive where the unicorn was, but what the heck?

The unicorn moved at an unbelievable speed. No, more accurately, its intuition was incredible. Although Eugene was faster, there was no faster movement than the Heaven Folding God Step (天摺神步) even if his inner strength was insufficient. Despite such swift movements, Eugene couldn’t catch the unicorn. The reason was all due to the unicorn’s intuition. The unicorn sensed where Eugene was coming from and moved away in advance. Because of this, Eugene only wasted his inner strength and kept taking futile steps.

He had spent an entire day to get here, so he couldn’t just leave…

Now he was determined.

“If it were just running away, that’d be one thing, but…”

The unicorn kept circling around him. It was almost as if it was taunting him to catch it.

‘I could catch it if I used Ghost Illusion Steps (鬼幻神步)…’

However, he wasn’t yet skilled enough to perform Ghost Illusion Steps (鬼幻神步), which created ghost-like movements, making it seem like there were multiple people. If he could use that technique, he could block the unicorn’s path and corner it. But for now, that was impossible.

“See, I told you I’d help.”

Taeje, sprawled on a rock, spoke softly as he watched Eugene panting heavily.

“Get lost.”

“The great Heavenly Demon sulking just because I teased a bit…”

Taeje clicked his tongue as he elongated his claws to clean his ears. A few hours earlier, after being mocked several times by the unicorn, Eugene had been taunted by Taeje, who had said, “Need help?” but had done so in a mocking manner. 

‘The Heavenly Demon is being toyed with by just a horse.’

‘The Heavenly Demon is ancient history.’

‘The horse toyed with the Heavenly Demon, so we should call that horse the Heavenly Demon now.’

‘The Heavenly Demon (天魔) is gone, and the Heavenly Horse (天馬) has emerged.’

Taeje kept making puns, scraping Eugene’s nerves. That’s why Eugene responded to Taeje’s offer of help by telling him to get lost.

‘That damn Heavenly Horse… No, that damn unicorn… If only I could kill it, it would be much easier…’

Grinding his teeth, Eugene alternated his glare between Taeje and the unicorn. The unicorn’s horn had to be cut off while it was alive to retain its effectiveness. If the heart stopped or it felt pain, the magic in the horn would disappear, making it worthless. Because of this annoying peculiarity, the unicorn had to be captured alive to cut off its horn.

“Cutting it off while it’s struggling is fine, but not when it feels pain? Where’s the logic in that?!”

“Who are you talking to…? Have you finally gone mad?”

As Eugene shouted into the empty air in anger, Taeje shook his head and started mocking him again, saying, “The Heavenly Demon has finally gone mad.”

At that moment.

Rustle.

Someone pushed through the bushes beside Eugene and walked forward.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’d like to ask… Who are you?”

Eugene looked at the person who had appeared in front of him, bewildered.

It was a dwarf.

“I’m lost.”

Why was he saying that so proudly?

“That’s not something to be proud of…”

“We dwarves always speak our minds, no matter where we are.”

Thump. Thump.

The dwarf in front of Eugene pounded his broad chest.

“Well then, goodbye. I’m busy…”

“W-wait!”

Thud.

The dwarf suddenly grabbed Eugene’s passing arm.

“What is it?”

“I said I’m lost.”

“So?”

“Please help me find the way out.”

“Huh…”

Eugene almost nodded at the dwarf’s overly confident attitude. What a shameless human, no, a dwarf.

“I need to get that unicorn horn, so I’m busy. Just go straight that way, and you’ll find the path. Now let go and leave.”

“Hm? A unicorn?”

The dwarf leaned towards Eugene’s words and looked at the unicorn grazing in the distance.

“Sniff, sniff.”

“What… what are you doing?!”

Eugene recoiled in surprise as the dwarf suddenly started sniffing him.

Why did he stop looking at the unicorn to do this?

“You must have had a hard time trying to get that unicorn horn, judging by your strong sweat smell… Shall I catch it for you?”

“Pardon?”

Eugene’s eyes sparkled involuntarily at the dwarf’s words.

“Considering how strong the sweat smell is, you must have been at it for hours.”

Eugene involuntarily took a step back at the dwarf’s confident words.

Isn’t this guy a pervert?

‘How does he know how long I’ve been here just by the smell of my sweat?’

“Don’t misunderstand. I’m a blacksmith, so I’m quite familiar with sweat.”

“Hmm…”

But Eugene still looked at the dwarf with lingering suspicion.

“Anyway, if I help you get that unicorn horn, will you guide me?”

“Well… if you do that, I would gladly help you.”

“Ha ha, it’s a promise. Just trust me.”

The dwarf laughed loudly, seemingly excited, and carefully walked towards the unicorn with his sturdy body.

Step. Step.

Twitch.

“This is far enough.”

The dwarf, slowly walking towards the unicorn, stopped when he saw it twitching in the distance and reached into his bag.

Rustle. Rustle.

“It was here… Is this it… Ah, found it.”

After rummaging through his bag for a while, the dwarf took something out and placed it on the ground beneath him before stepping back.

“What is that?”

Eugene asked, looking at the item the dwarf had placed on the ground.

“That’s called a rainbow carrot.”

“No… I can see that… I mean, what are you doing with it?”

Eugene asked again, his voice tinged with exasperation.

He could see that it was a rainbow carrot with his own eyes.

A specialty of Seifran in the Bevel Kingdom, the rainbow carrot is known for its different flavors depending on its color and is loved by many as a delicious ingredient.

“You know it well.”

“But why did you put it there… Are you planning to lure it?”

Eugene barely suppressed the curse that almost slipped out.

What kind of person is this dwarf?

Rainbow carrots are popular with people, not animals or monsters.

Even a five-year-old knows that.

Due to their variety of flavors, animals tend to avoid them, and no one has ever heard of capturing a unicorn with a rainbow carrot.

Even monster manuals available in the market state that unicorns have no particular favorite food.

“And with just a carrot like that…”

“Shh.”

The dwarf suddenly nudged Eugene to be quiet.

“Oh…”

What unfolded next was a surprising sight.

“Neighhh.”

Munch. Munch.

The unicorn slowly approached and started munching on the rainbow carrot on the ground.

‘What is happening?’

The unicorn looked as if it was eating the most delicious food in the world.

“What are you doing? Hurry and cut off the horn.”

“Oh!”

Eugene, snapping out of his daze at the dwarf’s words, used his swift steps to approach the unicorn in an instant.

“What? It’s not running away?”

It was truly amazing.

The unicorn had calmed down just from eating the carrot.

Swoosh.

Crack.

Eugene took out a cheap dagger he had bought on the way and swiftly cut off the unicorn’s horn.

The unicorn’s horn would grow back even if it was cut off.

So Eugene cut it off without hesitation.

“Give me one more of those.”

Whiz.

The dwarf tossed another rainbow carrot to Eugene.

“Uh… here, eat up.”

“Fuhihing.”

Crunch.

The unicorn happily accepted the rainbow carrot from Eugene’s hand and, after a while, feeling much better, trotted away cheerfully into the distance.

“What did I just see…?”

Even though the unicorn had disappeared, Eugene remained rooted to the spot, still in shock.

Does only that unicorn like rainbow carrots?

Or do all unicorns like rainbow carrots?

If all unicorns like rainbow carrots, why hasn’t this fact been known?

Eugene was trying to find answers, bombarding himself with questions.

“See? Didn’t I tell you to just trust me?! Hahaha.”

“Th-thank you.”

Eugene thanked the dwarf, still looking puzzled.

“Do unicorns like rainbow carrots?”

“As you saw.”

“Then, why hasn’t this fact been known to people?”

“Well, because only a few people, including myself, know about it.”

“Ah…”

Only then did Eugene nod his head.

If the few who knew kept quiet, it was natural that people wouldn’t know.

“Now, could you guide me?”

“Ah, yes. Of course.”

Eugene smiled softly at the dwarf’s words.

Since he had received such great help, he could guide him a dozen times over.

How much trouble had he gone through for hours?

Being teased by Taeje and even being mocked by the unicorn.

He really felt like he was being rewarded for all that time by the dwarf.

“By the way, who are you? I don’t even know your name yet.”

As Eugene retraced his steps with the dwarf, he asked the dwarf’s name.

“Did I not mention my name? Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Hedonte, the blacksmith.”

“Ah, I am Eugene Bedia… What?! He-Hedonte?”

Eugene nodded at the dwarf’s words, then suddenly looked up in shock at the dwarf’s face.

“Wait, what is the king of the dwarves doing here?”

Indeed.

The dwarf beside him was the king of the dwarves.

The king of the many dwarves spread across Seifran, an extraordinary being also known as the god of blacksmiths.

Such a being was standing right in front of Eugene.

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Act 95

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In the heart of Holy City Arteia, the Ritual City.

The Archdeacon Garoth, staying there, draws back the curtains and shifts his gaze outside.

What caught his eyes was one of Arteia’s cultural facilities, the Grand Arena.

“Is the ritual proceeding?”

“Yes, it is, Archdeacon sir.”

The one who answered Garoth’s question was the last of the three Black Guards.

“We have received reports from the priests at the ritual site that Prince Ulysses has been secured.”

Garoth, who had been silently listening, turns his gaze from the coliseum to the Black Guard who was speaking.

“Have the other Archdeacons shown any reaction yet?”

“Not yet, so far.”

In the Sanctity Chamber, a place in the holy nation where sacred relics are kept, he had secretly taken out the ‘The Engraved Lie’ using his privilege.

Though safe for now, as time passes, the risk of being discovered increases, and he felt relieved that there was no reaction from the other Archdeacons yet.

Who knows what pretext the other Archdeacons might use to catch him out.

But his anxiety would end today.

‘Don’t blame me too much, Prince Ulysses.’

The line of diplomatic relations with the empire that had brought him this far, he must hold on to it as it would be the duty of any person.

Furthermore, he would let the Fourth Prince hold onto this line in his stead.

The Fourth Prince, far removed from the succession to the throne, either way he dies, it would be the same, so if it benefits him, that would suffice.

“Is there any special report?”

“Currently, Prince Ulysses’s escort is in a standoff.”

“They’ll handle it, the Black Guards and Idel, that guy.”

One of the nobles of the empire who had sought asylum in the holy nation.

As one of the top knights even among the skilled knights of the empire, he was said to be a formidable fighter.

“Do you trust that guy? After seeking asylum, he followed the teachings of the Sword Saint and shadowed him.”

“I don’t trust him. However, I do believe in the vengeance he harbors.”

“His vengeance?”

“Exactly, ignoring the Sword Saint’s advice and heading to the ritual site on my command wasn’t that why?”

Garoth, mocking the absent Idel, shifted his gaze back to the coliseum.

‘Even if that Idel guy fails to defeat Julian, it doesn’t matter.’

The important thing is to successfully cast the ‘suggestion magic.’ If that succeeds, the guards without a mage won’t be able to dispel the magic.

‘By securing Ulysses and sending him to the ritual site, my plan was already complete.’

Garoth smirked.

The ‘The Engraved Lie,’ a sacred relic, requires a lot of spiritual resources, hence enabling him to cast a swift and sure ‘mental magic.’

***

“Why, why isn’t there any reaction!?”

Disturbed, the priests muttered to themselves, looking at the laurel wreath placed on Ulysses’s head.

The effect of the ‘Bell of Night’ isn’t long.

Soon, the subdued magical energy would start stirring again.

Before then, I decided to deal with the nuisances first and stomped the ground.

‘Should I kill them?’

When I decided to live in the world of “Julian,” I set priorities. First priority was safety. Second was mental health. Avoiding conflict as much as possible had been my motto, but now I could justify even aggressive actions. However, before I could approach the guards, Idel, sword drawn, intercepted me.

Clang!

As our swords clashed, sparks flew. “Are you an Aura user?” Despite his rugged appearance, he seemed quite skilled. “But your strength is lacking.” 

As my “Moonlight Sword” pushed back his blade with a bright light, Idel frowned. “If you want to spare your life, would stepping back be an option?”

It wasn’t something a Julian would say, but I said it to take responsibility for my “mental health.” Wouldn’t it be better if at least one person got out of here with fewer wounds?

“How amusing,” Idel laughed, catching my attention. Was there another way? He lacked both Aura powers and strength, and his swordsmanship was insufficient.

“Hmm?” For a moment, when Idel released the pressure from his sword, the balance shifted, and I began to lean towards him. He then tilted his sword, pointing the tip towards my eyes.

“This is…” I twisted my body just enough to avoid it. It was dangerous. If I hadn’t dodged, I might have been blinded or killed instantly.

“As expected, a disciple of the Sword Saint. You know how to react.” In fact, the “reaction” he mentioned wasn’t my doing; it was Julian’s body reacting automatically.

“Have you spent as much time as I have by his side?” Perhaps gaining confidence from his recent attack, this time Idel took the initiative. His swordsmanship, while not flashy, was swift and made it difficult for me to respond. 

“Wise.” 

Unlike before, he avoided direct clashes, instead, luring me to attack and exploiting the openings.

“How irritating.” 

I started to feel annoyed by his style of swordsmanship. The restless emotions made my sword even heavier, making my movements sluggish. As a result, I couldn’t even block Idel’s sword piercing through my clothes.

“Finally, I get to see that distorted face of yours,” Idel said, pushing his sword a bit deeper with a voice filled with mockery.

“Indeed, the teachings of the Sword Saint are remarkable. In such a short time, he has given me the power to kill monsters like you,” Idel remarked as the inside of the sword he thrust began to boil like a volcano, indicating the activation of Aura.

“It seems you haven’t learned anything by his side. Well, I guess that’s understandable, given the circumstances,” I replied. “Yes… that’s why it’s unpleasant.”

The boiling wasn’t from pain. Holding Idel’s sword lodged in my chest, I raised my head to meet his gaze. “Renouncing the name of the Sword Saint and seeking asylum in the Holy Nation is nothing compared to teaching swordsmanship to trash like you,” I added, putting force on the sword stuck in my embrace. 

The Aura of the Moonlight Sword couldn’t be resisted by ordinary metal, especially when the “Opened Eyes” manifested. Idel’s attack grew sharper. Finally, his sword shattered like glass.

“My… my sword…” Idel’s panicked words were cut short as my Moonblade pierced his neck.

“Why do you think the Sword Saint taught you a defensive swordsmanship like ‘Il-Do-Yusu’ in the first place?” I asked, a faint laughter escaping my lips as I watched Idel desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

His eyes filled with anger as he struggled with emotions. “Defensive swordsmanship is for the weak,” I continued, knowing precisely what his learned style meant.

“The Sword Saint never intended to teach you anything,” I concluded as blood continued to flow from Idel’s neck, staining his uniform crimson.

“Yet, the Sword Saint seems to have insight. ‘Il-Do-Yusu’… you’ve become the flowing water of a single stroke,” I joked lightly, seeing Idel’s eyes brimming with rage, a reaction he wouldn’t usually display.

But I couldn’t afford to contain the emotions that seemed about to explode. The rising blood blocked his mouth, preventing him from expressing the impending explosion of emotions. He would soon die from excessive bleeding.

Ignoring it all, I headed towards the guards. One of the terrified guards tried to retract The Engraved Lie inscribed on Ulysses’s forehead, but the Moon Circlet on his head didn’t budge easily, seemingly locked in place during his unconsciousness.

“Hmm?” As I glanced briefly at the guards, the air around me seemed peculiar.

The discomfort was akin to wriggling insects. This place, a demon’s dumping ground, felt ominously as if it had become someone’s belly.

“Cough… Cough.”

The ominous premonition was always accurate. After being used in the arena, the blood and mucus of the discarded demons began to gather around the fallen Idel.

“I should cut off his breath before this becomes a nuisance.” With that decision made, I redirected my steps from Ulysses towards Idel.

Idel, losing consciousness, didn’t see my face. With a swift motion, I pierced his heart with the Moonblade I held in my hand, and Idel, who had been groaning, soon fell silent. I didn’t feel any guilt; after all, he had targeted my life first.

Normally, I might have trembled with fear and guilt over the murder, but the heightened emotions of “Julian,” including the traits of <Poker Face> and <Opened Eyes>, seemed to mitigate it.

“…… A crest?”

At the tip of the Moonblade, I noticed a noble crest typical of the Empire on the left side of his chest. Could he be someone who sought asylum like the Sword Saint? Otherwise, there wouldn’t be an imperial crest.

“But what does it matter?”

Yeah, what does it matter? He’s already dead. His demonization wouldn’t progress further unless he harbored tremendous resentment, enough to draw the remnant thoughts of a demon.

“Now, I must finish this……”

Thump -!

Initially, I wondered if I misheard, if perhaps I could reconsider my rash actions.

Thump -!

The second time, the heartbeat sounded clear enough for me to dismiss such thoughts.

Thump -!

Idel was undoubtedly dead. Yet, despite being dead, his heart unmistakably began to beat ‘again.’ The blood of the surrounding demons coagulated into a heart, and flesh gathered to form a new body. Simultaneously, horns emerged from his head.

“Unbelievable… Damn it.”

It couldn’t be true. Even in death, he held such strong resentment to draw the remnant thoughts of a demon?

That question dissipated from Idel’s swollen body, swollen due to demonization.

On the left side of his chest, even after becoming a demon, he couldn’t conceal his family crest. There, a shield with wings and a sword were depicted.

I’ve seen this crest a long time ago. 

– Come to think of it, I recently heard news that surviving members of the Hyrans family sought asylum in the Holy Nation of Fernand.

When I first became “Julian,” it was a small drawing on the list brought by Herand. 

“Haha.” 

Confirming it, laughter escaped my lips. 

‘Julian, truly a stubborn bastard.”‘

I knew cursing now would spit on my face, but I just couldn’t bear it.

– Hah, in the Hyrans family…

With a creaking, gravelly voice, the Tri-horn demon spoke up. His eyes darted around before focusing on me.

– Glorious… 

A palpable sense of intense hostility emanated from the humanoid demon.

[Trait, ‘Amazing intuition detects enemy attacks.]

‘It’s coming.’

With the notification from the trait, I prepared to launch a preemptive attack with the Moonblade. The Moonblade, unmatched in cutting power, was always a surefire strategy, as it had never been pushed back by force before. But contrary to expectations, even with the Moonblade infused with Aura, it couldn’t even scratch the Tri-horn demon’s body. The reinforced exterior of the Tri-horn demon, like armor, stubbornly resisted the aura of the Moonblade.

“……Haha.”

I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at the sight. Unlike other demons, from Tri-horn onward, they receive assistance from the game system to assign ‘names’ and ‘traits.’ The trait bestowed upon him, speculated from this confrontation, was probably Superhardening, the ability to harden his body even harder than steel. Why would he manifest such a talent against me, whose main weapon is cutting power?

“Why indeed.”

The traits bestowed upon Tri-horn are closely related to the resentment he harbored in his past life. 

In other words, ‘I fucking hate it.’

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After returning from the Dungeon of Gluttony, I checked on the cucumbers and eggplants, then got to work on the backlog.

There was plenty to do: clearing out the mountains of pruned sprouts, checking and organizing seeds and crops, managing the fruits I brought back from the dungeon, and checking on the slimes’ condition, among other tasks.

Even though it wasn’t a lot, it was all my responsibility, so I had to go through the process.

“By the way, strawberries take a really long time.”

Out of all the crops I planted, strawberries were the only ones not yet harvested.

Now, they were just starting to turn white, and it would take a few more days until they were ready.

“Are you going out?”

“Yeah.”

Having finished the overdue dungeon work, it was time to handle outdoor tasks.

By now, the vegetable juice I’d given to Young-seong would have run out, and I needed to deliver freshly harvested cucumbers and eggplants to Jae-seong.

‘Come to think of it, I feel like I’m forgetting something…’

As I pondered, I realized I’d forgotten about receiving the reward for preventing the dungeon break.

It wasn’t urgent, so I figured it could wait.

I had Bokkeum gather my things and put him in my bag, completing the expanded storage backpack.

“This is so convenient.”

Slurp-

Bokkeum, understanding my words, would spit out only the needed items when asked.

Plus, it was lightweight, making it a superior alternative to most spatial expansion items.

“Vegetable juice?”

“Got it!”

“Cucumbers and eggplants?”

“Got it!”

“Ara’s snacks?”

“Got it!”

“Great, everything’s packed? Let’s go.”

Having finished the dungeon exploration, it was time to start saving money.

It was time to prepare funds to buy a dungeon and set up a restaurant.

I left the dungeon.

And as soon as I checked my phone…

“Why do I have so many messages?”

No exaggeration, I had hundreds of messages.

There were dozens of missed calls, mostly from unknown numbers.

Wondering if something had happened while I was gone, I called my mother at home.

-Hello? Is that Kyu-seong?

“Yes, Mom. I’m out right now, but did something happen at home?”

-Oh! The police came by twice recently, and someone from Ara Hongryeon came by with a contract once.

“The police?”

-Yes. They said they were giving an award and a reward. It’s been noisy around here because of that.

“I see, I thought something happened.”

-Something did happen! Why didn’t you tell me about it? And you had Ara with you too?

“Did the police tell you what happened?”

-Of course! It was even on online news and appeared on the TV once.

“…What?”

It was even on the news?

Thinking about it slowly, it made sense. After all, it was a sudden dungeon break in downtown Seoul.

-Are you coming home now?

“Yes. I just harvested new cucumbers and eggplants.”

-You don’t even know what’s happening in the neighborhood, being so engrossed in farming!

It seemed the situation was more of an issue than I had thought.

I remembered the dozens of missed calls from unknown numbers.

‘It must be because of this.’

Last time, I managed to fight off the enemies, but the guilds, having assessed the situation, must have tried to contact me for information.

After ending the call with my mother, I checked the piled-up messages, confirming my guess.

“Kyu-seong, an awakener from Haemosu Guild. Would you like to have a meal sometime…? Foxfire Guild, if you have time, please contact us…”

There were messages from well-known guilds and unfamiliar ones.

How did they get my number?

Then, I noticed a message from Dasom Orphanage, where the boy Hong-Jun, whom Ara and I had saved, lived.

The message, sent through Jeong So-yeon, expressed gratitude and mentioned they wanted to show their appreciation sometime.

“I can’t accept a reward from an orphanage.”

However, I did intend to visit them sometime.

After all, it’s where Ara’s first friend of similar age lived, and I owed Jeong So-yeon.

“Ara, do you remember Hong-Jun?”

“The tiny kid!”

“Right. We’re planning to visit him. How does that sound?”

“Ooh! Sounds good! Are we going today?”

“Let’s contact them first. If not today, we can go another time.”

“Hehe! I want to eat delicious food with him!”

First, I decided to stop by home.

I needed to deliver the cucumbers and eggplants and check the contract from Ara Hongryeon.

With Ara in my arms, I descended the mountain and arrived home, where my mother greeted us warmly.

“Oh my! Ara, you’re here? Did you miss Grandma?”

“Great Lord! It’s been a while! I missed you so much!”

At times like these, Ara’s social skills were truly admirable.

However, I felt a bit awkward hearing my mother refer to herself as Grandma, as she wasn’t quite at that age yet.

‘In the first place, Ara is not my daughter….’

…Let’s just say she’s right to call herself Grandma. Ara is indeed my daughter.

Once inside the house, I could take Bokkeum out of the bag. As I made Bokkeum spit out the cucumbers and eggplants, my mother, who was having a cute conversation with Ara, was startled and asked, “What is this?”

“Eggplants and cucumbers.”

“No, I mean this wriggling thing.”

“Oh! I’m so used to it that I forgot to explain. This is a slime. They’re my companions.”

I introduced Bokkeum to my mother. “Bokkeum, this is my mother, Kim Hyun-Mi. Mom, this is Bokkeum, a slime like Ara.”

“A slime like Ara?”

“They look quite different, but yes. Ara is unique.”

Leaving my confused mother for a moment, I organized the cucumbers and eggplants and put them in the fridge.

“Where’s Jae-seong?”

“He went out for some groceries. But this Bokkeum?”

“Yes, his name is Bokkeum. Ara named him.”

“Is he safe?”

“Yes. You can touch him. Haven’t you seen slimes on TV? They’re quite famous.”

“I know, but I never thought I’d see one in person.”

My mother cautiously touched Bokkeum, who rippled shyly.

“Oh my, look at him.”

She seemed to like Bokkeum, gently stroking him without any reluctance.

“Ugh!”

Ara, seeing this, felt jealous. She pouted and squirmed.

“Grandma, touch me too, Great Lord!”

“Oh, of course, my princess. Come here!”

“Hehe.”

Seeing Ara smile again while being held by my mother was endearing. Simple as she was, that’s what made her cute.

“Mom, where’s the contract?”

“Oh, I left it in the top drawer of the master bedroom.”

I immediately checked the contract. For a moment, I thought I must have misread it, so I checked again.

“Mom.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you see this?”

“Yes!”

“But, aren’t you shocked? Shouldn’t you be more surprised?”

The reason I was so startled was the contract amount. It mentioned a signing bonus of 1 billion won.

“I showed it to Seon-ah since she knows these things well. She said it’s nothing much.”

“Mom! Even though it’s common for other awakeners to receive such amounts, aren’t you surprised by the sheer amount?”

“I was initially, but after hearing Seon-ah talk about it for a few days, it didn’t seem like a big deal. Besides, you need that money to buy the place you’re living in now, right?”

Oh! Thanks to my mother, I remembered something I had forgotten. I was so shocked that it slipped my mind, but I did need the money.

However, accepting this money would mean joining Ara Hongryeon. Although it’s a guild that others are eager to join, I had to be cautious.

‘Objectively, my ability is unique and unprecedented.’

If I did everything alone, it would be far more profitable than joining a guild. However, things in life never go as smoothly as planned. Awakeners aren’t fools; there’s no reason to join a guild and give up a portion of the dungeon settlement fees.

“But the terms are really favorable.”

The contract period was set for two years.

The profit-sharing ratio was 9:1, with me getting 9 and the guild getting 1.

Although even 1% could be significant, the standard contracts in the awakener industry typically had a 6:4 or, at best, a 7:3 ratio.

Moreover, the guild would likely offer a higher percentage for various advertising and media revenue streams, aside from the dungeon settlement fees.

‘The guild does a lot of work. They manage schedules, handle legal disputes, sort out the complex accounting of dungeon by-products, and bring in jobs and uncharted dungeons. Signing a contract with them isn’t a loss.’

For someone like me, they also promised to handle the distribution of the items I created. This would be quite helpful for someone who didn’t have clear channels for sales or supplies.

And the immediate payout of 1 billion won was very appealing. I had planned to save money quickly to buy a dungeon after returning from the   Dungeon of Gluttony, and 1 billion won would cover half of that already.

“I should sign the contract.”

I needed to sign a contract with someone anyway.

I only had one body. I didn’t have enough time to develop sales channels, handle distribution, management, and sales all by myself.

The best option was a place with good conditions and many people who viewed me favorably.

“Mom, what do you think about me joining this guild?”

“I don’t know much about these things. I can only tell you to be cautious when signing contracts. But the lady and gentleman who came by last time seemed like decent people.”

“Lady and gentleman?”

“Seon-ah later made a big fuss, saying they were famous people. She was about to eat Jae-seong alive for not getting their autographs.”

Ah, it must have been Jeong So-yeon who came by. Since we had met before, she must have come in person.

‘…But considering her position as the Team Leader of Ara Hongryeon, it’s quite impressive.’

Given her high position, she must be busy, so I felt a bit sorry and thankful that she took the time to visit. I wasn’t even there.

It could have been a high-level sales tactic to make me feel this way, but it seemed to have worked well.

“I think I should sign the contract.”

“Yes, if my son thinks it’s the right choice, then it is. You’ll do well, my son.”

Thank you for the encouragement, Mother.

But why is your gaze fixed on Ara in your arms while you’re talking to me?

“Oh! The police who came by last time seemed to be quite interested in you too.”

“The police?”

“My son has become quite popular.”

To be honest, I wasn’t interested in the police.

It’s a good job, no doubt. If you’re righteous and dedicated, being a police officer is perfect.

But my goal was simply to live happily and peacefully with my family. Ideally, with some affluence.

Unfortunately, being a police officer didn’t fit into that picture.

“I’ll have to decline the police offer.”

“Oh my, Ara! Is it tasty?”

Now mumbling to myself, I reviewed the contract once again. Though I wasn’t an expert in law, I couldn’t find any problematic clauses.

“Seon-ah already took it to a legal consulting office for review. The lawyer was actually surprised by how favorable the conditions were and checked it twice or thrice to see if there were any traps. He found none.”

“You should have told me that earlier; I worried for nothing.”

With that settled, I should contact Young-seong and arrange a meeting, then visit Ara Hongryeon. Strike while the iron is hot and seal the deal.

Unless a stronger guild than Ara Hongryeon suddenly offered me a place, I wouldn’t change my mind.

Well, that’s unlikely, right? Ha ha.

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“You’re back again.”

The old-timer of the dormitory saw me and immediately his forehead, full of deep wrinkles, began to twitch.

“Ahaha… Despite the shame, I had to come.”

“I told you this area is off-limits to nobles.”

Despite having received the pendant, his gaze was incredibly cold and piercing.

‘I remember last time it was warm and friendly; maybe it’s because this is the commoners’ area.’

But there was no helping it.

Professor Marks openly scolded me, but today I had to break through no matter what.

‘I had an appointment to meet Wolbaek. Of course, there were plenty of other ways. But getting Professor Marks’s permission now would be easier for the future. Including Wolbaek, Oparn, and the Saintess. There were many key figures among the commoners who could influence the story.’

In short, I wanted to pave the way so I could come and go as I pleased in the future.

“Just like last time, I urgently have to deliver an item to a commoner friend.”

“Friend, huh…. A noble speaking to a commoner.”

He spoke each word as if chewing on them, his expression sinister.

His eyes were filled with suspicion.

Excuses would only backfire with this old man suffering from a severe distrust of nobles.

Still, there was always a way.

“By the way, I am still using the pendant you gave me. See?”

I had some business.

Really good friends with a commoner.

It seemed better to emphasize a personal connection rather than anything else.

The locket connected by a chain made a jingling sound, and in that moment, Marks’s gaze darted towards it.

But maybe my guess was wrong.

He soon fixed his gaze back on the desk and gestured for me to leave.

‘…Tch, should I have used invisibility magic?’

While I was thinking of another way to re-enter, I started walking towards the entrance.

“Which floor were you planning to go to?”

The voice that caught my ankle from behind made me stop dead in my tracks.

It wasn’t a gesture to leave, but rather to come closer.

“Ah, are you granting permission?”

“…I did consider it, but Hans Byron, you’ve shown a lot, so I trust you completely.”

Oh.

If it weren’t for the hand hidden behind his back, it would have seemed quite trustworthy.

It felt like a threat, like he would kill me if any trouble arose.

“So, which floor were you planning to visit your friend on, I still haven’t heard your answer.”

“Ah, I heard it was on the second floor.”

“…Was it a lady?”

The even-numbered floors of the dormitory are spaces for female students.

Suddenly, it felt as if the temperature of Marks’s gaze dropped below zero.

“I’m beginning to question my decision.”

“Please don’t worry. On my honor, and the honor of the house I serve, I assure you I will not let any harm come to my friend.

As a noble who lives and dies by the principle of honor, this is the greatest blank check I can offer.

Marks then held his head as if it were a nuisance.

I understand his feelings.

Having already given permission once, it would be difficult to take it back now.

“Sigh. I should advise you, though, that baseless rumors might spread just because you’re here looking for a female student. It won’t be good for someone who’s engaged to visit.”

“Ah, don’t worry about that part. Lady Elizabeth probably won’t care much either.”

As I answered briskly, deeper wrinkles formed on Professor Marks’s face.

Elizabeth?

After all, it’s just a contractual relationship where both parties are looking out for their own benefits.

Even if such false rumors spread, I doubt they’d be taken seriously.

No, she might even welcome the opportunity to use it as evidence for an annulment.

“…Well, if you think you can handle it, it’s not my place to interfere. Go ahead.”

Finally.

I had passed through the rigorous dormitory checkpoint.

I immediately went up the stairs and stood in front of a door I had visited before.

Feeling a blatant gaze from behind.

“Wolbaek, may I come in?”

“Oh my, it’s rare to hear such a benefactor’s voice in this place. Of course, I can’t turn away a guest.”

With a slightly exaggerated permission, the door opened.

Inside, a woman with an elegant demeanor smiled warmly at me, and only then did the gaze fall away.

“You managed to convince Professor Marks. He’s quite a tough old man for nobles.”

“It seems I’ve somehow earned his trust.”

“I heard you publicly humiliated the young lady of the Caspera count’s family in a duel? It makes sense that he would favor you.”

As Wolbaek brought out tea, she nodded to herself, seemingly concluding her analysis.

“So, what brings you here?”

“The reason I came to see you is, of course, because you are capable.”

At my customary compliment, implying that her information was reliable, she beamed with laughter.

“Even if you say so, there’s no discount. Information will be charged at its proper value.”

The identity of that laughter was the epitome of capitalism.

It was the face of a shopkeeper welcoming a regular customer.

“…I might go bankrupt at this rate.”

“Stop exaggerating. You manage just fine, since you use our thieves’ guild.”

– Clank.

After glancing at the bag of gold coins placed on the table, Wolbaek soon retracted her smile.

In place of the ever-smiling lady, there was the sharp-eyed head of the thieves’ guild.

“Alright. Can you tell me what the request is? Given the amount of money, it seems like you might ask for something quite challenging.”

“Um. Actually, there’s not just one or two things I need.”

“Oh ho. There must be a reason you paid an advance like this. Let’s hear it. Might there be an additional fee?”

“Firstly, …”

After hearing all of my requests, she slightly furrowed her brows.

“Um, it all seems possible. But may I ask you something curious, benefactor?”

“Of course.”

“That… recording magic stone, what do you need it for? Apart from the other requests, just this one seems like it would cost more.”

A magic tool boasting a tremendous price due to its high purity and the complex magical formulas involved.

Moreover, they are usually single-use, truly a luxury among luxuries.

But the price is no big deal.

In the original work, it was merely a functionless feature that could only save a single screenshot.

But for me now, it’s absolutely necessary, an essential item that I need to stockpile.

“Just tell me whether you can get it or not. That’s the most important thing.”

“Of course we can get it. Ah, if it’s difficult for you to answer, just pretend you didn’t hear…”

“A foolish question! Isn’t it obviously to eternally preserve the most beautiful moments of Lady Luciana?!”

“…What?”

Stunned, Wolbaek stared as I launched into a fervent monologue, fist clenched.

“Just a few days ago! That expression mixed with competitive spirit, ambition, and a hint of frustration. However, it was only a momentary thing. It’s a regret that I couldn’t preserve it forever.”

“Ah, yes….”

Tsk.

Foolish beings who don’t recognize Luciana’s charm.

Well, fine.

I didn’t expect empathy anyway.

Additionally, there were tasks like recording the Crown Prince’s weaknesses, documenting embarrassing histories, and so on, but those aren’t important so I omitted them.

“So, how much for that magic stone?”

The supplier just needs to do their job well.

– Clank.

As I pushed a new pouch towards Wolbaek, whose natural smile had turned into a bitter expression.

“There are all kinds of tastes in the world. We can’t run a thieves’ guild worrying about that.”

And upon checking the pouch, Wolbaek regained her bright smile. It was more capitalist in nature than generous.

***

“…It’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

After obtaining information from Wolbaek, I went to a place not far from my room, carrying a letter sealed with a tower emblem in wax.

Just across from my room. It was about the same distance as between Luciana’s room and mine.

“Sir Circleia, are you there? It’s Hans Byron.”

“Ah, right… Now that you mention it, I did call. Come in.”

Soon a low voice came from beyond the door. Stark dark circles underlined by white hair contrasted sharply.

A voice heavy with fatigue. It wasn’t hard to guess that he had been up all night doing magical research.

“It seems I’ve chosen a bad day to visit.”

“Not at all. Rather, you’ve come at a good time. I’ve just finished preparing for my magical research. There’s no better time for a deep conversation.”

Ricky placed a hand on the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, letting out a huge yawn that seemed to send all notions of noble etiquette flying.

“It’s good to meet you, Hans Byron. As someone from the same region, I’ve always wanted to have a chat.”

“I feel the same. The Tower claims neutrality, which makes it awkward to mix conversations. I never expected to have this chance to talk with Sir Circleia.”

The room was crowded with dried blood and scattered books, no space to step.

That was the workshop of Ricky I knew.

Bookshelves filled with numerous books. Beakers and test tubes on the desk that seemed to be in use for research. Even the experimental materials were neatly arranged.

It was the typical workshop of a mage one might expect.

‘Surprisingly clean inside. He must have cleaned up because I was coming.’

Given the typical mage’s aversion to outsiders, and not likely having servants,

It must have been cleaned by himself.

‘If that’s the case, why not just meet outside?’

I wondered as I took a seat.

…Well, maybe it’s because of the training I received from the steward.

I could still see dust here and there, and the clutter shoved to one side was quite bothersome.

‘Not that I’m going to clean it up.’

Maybe if it was Luciana’s room.

But playing the maid and cleaning up another man’s room was out of the question.

Organizing and nurturing the mess in his room was strictly the protagonist’s role, after all.

To avoid a bad ending, the episode with Ricky, which I was obligated to undertake, started from cleaning.

-“I can’t live like this! Are you in your right mind? What kind of research can you do in such a place? You’ll get sick before achieving any results!”

…Well, since you’re a saint, you could just use healing magic.

-“Quiet! Stop making excuses. What kind of research are you planning to do in such a place? As a child of the Count’s family, should you really be living here? I’ll clean up, so please help.”

This was known as, “You’re the first person to treat me this way.”

Being a naturally arrogant mage, he had never received such kindness from anyone in his life.

That was the intended essence of Ricky’s character — a gesture that melted the heart of a cold researcher dedicated only to the truth… or so it was supposed to be.

‘Of course, that’s none of my business.’

What does it matter to me whether the saint meets with this grimy guy or stirs things up?

As long as I avoid the bad ending, that’s all that matters.

The reason I responded to his call was singular:

To punish him for daring to plan a terror attack against Luciana.

To prepare for that, I slowly sipped the tea Ricky had offered.

“Ugh.”

Indeed, a researcher with no vitality.

The tea tasted terrible.

So bad that I would believe it even if I had brewed it myself.

“I’m not sure if it suits your taste.”

“Ahaha. Would you like to hear an honest review?”

“I’d rather not. It seems unlikely I’ll hear anything good even out of politeness.”

Ricky interlocked his fingers on the table and directed a sharp gaze at me.

“Then let’s get straight to the point. You coming here means you’ve made up your mind, right? Join our Tower. We’ll ensure you’re treated well, including your family.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not why I came.”

I nearly wanted to flip him off for so blatantly trying to recruit me.

I am a servant of the Duke of Speda.

I must maintain the dignity that befits that position.

Instead, with a graceful gesture, I pulled out a bundle of documents from my pocket.

“Could you please take a look at this first?”

“…What is this?”

“These are documents I happened to come across by chance. It’s a list of items brought into the academy.”

The academy is like the yolk of an egg for all the noble children gathered from across the empire.

Naturally, the items brought into it for their safety undergo strict verification.

Of course, with very rare exceptions.

There are also items secretly brought in by students’ misconduct.

[Item list related to the Tower]

[Magical energy storage bomb]

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For instance, like the previous case of the magical energy bomb.

“It’s quite suspicious, isn’t it? I didn’t know whose ledger this was, but to think someone from the Tower meticulously recorded such a smuggling of magical bombs.”

Secret ledgers are a common thing. Parties who could be disposed of at any moment naturally look for loopholes, and digging two is the wise course of action.

However, he couldn’t escape the observant eyes of the thieves’ guild and its capable head.

‘There’s a reason I paid good money to Wolbaek.’

The previously mild atmosphere quickly turned tense.

And for good reason:

[Requester: McKellen Circleia]

At the bottom of the document.

His family name was blatantly recorded in the signature space on the ledger.

Ricky seemed to have noticed it too, as his eyes briefly distorted.

It wasn’t the head of the family’s name.

Probably someone from a branch family.

‘It would have been better if Ricky’s name was written. But if it were that sloppy, it would be more suspicious.’

It’s a family that has been leading the Tower for generations. Just having the family name there was already a big mistake.

Hmm. Certainly that’s true, but what does that have to do with me?

Come on.

You’re a core member of the Tower, and you’re trying to deny it?

Trying to remain calm, Ricky, with his eyes closed, started making excuses.

“The Tower is merely a collection of free scholars and researchers. I don’t know about other people’s affairs. It might just be a misstep by a member of a branch family.”

“……”

“Let me be clear. I don’t have the magical energy bomb. If you’re suspicious, I heard something shady about Lady Caspera.”

Ricky was scheming.

It was almost certain he was involved in smuggling the bomb, but he had already shifted the blame.

Even if testimony came out, without conclusive evidence, it could easily be suppressed using the family’s influence.

But.

“Ha, let’s set aside the magical energy bomb. Isn’t there something else suspicious below that?”

“…What now?”

“Look at the bottom of the document. A scalpel made of western silver and a magical stone, do you think I wouldn’t know? I’m also from the west.”

He pulled it out from the clutter shoved in a corner of his room.

Though it lay there casually like a paper knife.

Despite no visible stains, it seemed to exude a faint odor of blood.

“Tools used for biological experiments on criminals. Why would you specifically bring this into the academy… Indeed, it would be troublesome if it were discovered.”

“……”

“By the way, I’m aware of various things including monsters from the back of that document.”

He closed his mouth, but instead, he opened his eyes which had been closed until then.

Within, his ashen pupils flickered with displeasure as they glared at me.

“Ricky Circleia, know your place and live accordingly. Don’t even think about challenging my lord, Luciana Speda.”

A fair fight would be fine. She would even welcome it.

However, I could not tolerate being entangled in Ricky’s dirty tricks.

‘He’s dangerous but smart. With this warning, he should understand and act accordingly.’

Now that my purpose here is accomplished.

Perhaps it’s time to head back.

Luciana must be waiting.

“…Hm.”

At that moment.

His mouth, which had been tightly shut, fell open.

His laugh included an unmistakable touch of madness.

“Spouting whatever you want, trying to leave on your own terms. Who do you think would allow that?”

“What a funny joke. What, are you planning to imprison me?”

“It’s not impossible. Wasn’t there a mention of fruit juice that can put even the giant creatures of the south to sleep with just a few drops? The effects should be starting about now.”

Effects? What…

“Wow, you’ve really lost your mind more than I thought. Can you handle the consequences?”

“That’s for me to worry about. You just need to sleep deeply.”

From my ears to my head.

An unbearable drowsiness poured over me, accompanied by a severe tinnitus.

– Thud.

Eventually, my knees gave way and I collapsed against the chair I had been sitting in comfortably.

“Hmm. Originally, my target was someone else. But a chicken for a pheasant, I suppose. This one will also make fine material…”

As his mumbling continued, I could no longer hear the rest,

Overwhelmed by the oncoming stupor, I surrendered to the sleep.

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