Round 115

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Finally, the day of the event had arrived.

Unlike usual, Ara was dressed up in clothes prepared by the orphanage. She spun around in her spot.

“How do I look? How do I look!”

“Oh, beautiful, beautiful!”

When I clapped my hands in delight, Ara’s confidence soared.

“Hehe! I’m pretty!”

“Shall we head out now? Everyone is waiting for you, Ara.”

“Okay!”

Families were also invited to this event. They should be on their way here by now, so we should go meet them.

I slung Bokkeum, whom I always carried, on my back and held Ara’s hand.

“We’ll be back.”

“We’ll be back soon!”

As we greeted each other, everyone responded in their own way.

Thud-!

-Hehe.

-Woof!

-Grr!

We quickly reached the entrance on Woofy. After patting Woofy’s snout as a farewell, we stepped out of the Dungeon of Gluttony.

“Hmph!”

Recently, I had been spending all my time in the Dungeon of Gluttony, neglecting the management of the original dungeon, the Infinite Slime Dungeon.

Lately, I’ve been thinking of clearing out the fields here and just turning it into a living space.

With the Dungeon of Gluttony around, farming here seemed inefficient.

“Oh, it’s piled high.”

“Yeah.”

The storage, which I checked after a long time, was full of crops. Most of the slimes were in the Dungeon of Gluttony, so only a few were here, resulting in a production surplus.

My lack of attention played a part too.

Seeing the piled-up crops felt like finding a forgotten 50,000 won bill.

In short, a windfall.

“Bokkeum, let’s take all of these.”

Bokkeum.

It’s not for the event, but I might forget again, so I better take them now. Bokkeum has plenty of space anyway.

Wriggle?!

Thud!!

Watching the storage empty in an instant, the slimes working here looked at us in dismay.

It was like tenant farmers meeting an exploitative landlord…

“Hmph.”

I’m not starving them! I told them to eat their fill while working and store the leftovers!

Grumbling alone, I soon opened a pile of Layla in the corner. Come to think of it, Layla had a hard shell, so the slimes couldn’t eat it.

“Oh, Layla!”

“Ara, can you help me?”

“Sure!”

Despite saying we were going outside, we ended up diligently peeling Layla. Of course, I did it considering the time we had.

“Here, eat up!”

“Let’s eat!”

I peeled half of the Layla pile. The slimes gathered and eagerly started eating the Layla.

“Can I eat some too?”

“Of course!”

“Ooh!”

Ara sat down next to the other slimes, grinning broadly, and started eating Layla. Her crescent-moon-shaped eyes showed no sign of opening.

“Do you like it that much?”

“Eating together makes it more delicious. Kyu-seong Kyu-seong should eat together too.”

“Alright.”

A sweet and fragrant smell.

Come to think of it, I had thought about making perfume from this Layla, but I had completely forgotten.

Oh well. I’m already living happily enough.

“Gulp! Ahh.”

Layla’s juice gushed out. And because the storage was cool, the Layla kept there were all chilled.

Later on, I might freeze them and make slushies.

It would also be nice to make ice cream with strawberries.

‘I promised to make Ara ice cream. I’ll do it as soon as we get back!’

Ara had loved Jae-sung’s desserts in China. Among them, I thought I could make ice cream, so I promised to make it for her.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong , Jae-seong, Seon-ah are waiting?”

“Yeah. Shall we go now?”

“Yeah! Let’s pack a bit more. For Jae-seong and Seon-ah too.”

“Our Ara is so kind. How did you grow up so well?”

Ara grabbed some of the remaining Layla with both hands and packed them into Bokkeum. She left the rest for the slimes to eat.

“Eat a lot and work hard. Or rather, play a lot.”

Wriggle?

Bidding farewell to the Infinite Dungeon, we stepped outside. Soon after descending the mountain, we found our family waiting in the car.

“Why are you so late?”

“I was packing some stuff. Here.”

I handed the freshly packed Layla to my family to dodge their scolding. If it weren’t for Ara, my ears would’ve been burning for a while.

“It’s so sweet.”

“Isn’t it delicious? Praise your older brother.”

“Of course, it’s our Ara. Ara works hard, so her sister gets to enjoy it.”

Ignoring my words, Seon-ah hugged Ara and rubbed her face against hers. Ara just stood there blankly, enduring the affectionate rubs.

“Our Ara is quiet today?”

Right. I was thinking the same.

“I’m thinking about the dance!”

Ara lifted her head and said, clenching her fists and trembling.

“I’m nervous.”

“Oh, even our Ara gets nervous?”

“It’s happening!”

Ara’s cute reaction made everyone burst into laughter. Only Seon-ah clutched her chest and frowned.

“Th-this is bad for my heart.”

“….”

Chatting happily, we soon arrived at Dasom Orphanage. But….

“Kyu-seong, is this really the place?”

Dad asked, looking flustered.

I was also too surprised to answer immediately.

The usually spacious but empty orphanage yard was now bustling with cars lined up and people everywhere.

‘They said it was a small event….’

Is this really a small event?

It looked like even the media was here, with cameras and news vehicles everywhere. Seeing where their cameras were focused, I understood why.

“What! It’s Bloodborneee! Amazing!”

“Bloodborne? You mean Kim Tae-yang, the Awakener?”

Following Seon-ah’s excitement, I turned my gaze and saw a crowd gathered in one spot. A man who seemed to have just gotten out of a vehicle was there, with a cute face that belied his fame.

Bloodborne Kim Tae-yang, an 8th-level Awakener and one of the top representatives of the Iron-Blood Guild. I hadn’t seen him during my visit to Iron-Blood, but now, here he was.

“No way, is this for real?”

“I knew Iron-Blood was sponsoring, but I never imagined that even Kim Tae-yang would show up.”

“No, not that! Look over there!”

This time, they pointed to another spot.

And there, members of the Terror Guild were gathered. Their distinctive uniforms made them easily recognizable.

“Director Choi?!”

“Look! Destroyer Choi Sung-hyuk is here too. The second-ranked Awakener in our country!”

My head was spinning.

Did they just happen to drop by, or were they really here for the event?

The answer was obviously the latter. However, it was so surreal that I couldn’t believe it.

“They said it was supposed to be a small event, right?”

“How is this a small event! The press is all over the place!”

Even if you say that to me…

The director of the orphanage told me so…

We watched people as our car inched towards the entrance, stuck in a line of vehicles. Famous Awakeners and celebrities occasionally caught our eye.

I probably missed recognizing many industry-famous individuals too.

Finally, when our car reached the entrance, an orphanage staff member came to verify our identities.

“Hello.”

When I rolled down the window and greeted them, the staff member recognized me and waved with a big smile. It looked like a habit from working with children.

“Mr. Kyu-seong! You’re here!”

“Wow, there are so many people and big names here!”

“Well, we didn’t expect this either…”

“What? You didn’t know?”

“No. The visitor list only shows company or guild names, so we didn’t know exactly who would come. We never imagined such famous people would show up.”

With an apologetic smile, the staff member hurriedly directed us inside, seeing the cars piling up behind us.

“There are still some empty spots over there! You can park your car there.”

“Thank you. See you later!”

But why did so many come? This isn’t some kind of entertainment awards ceremony. When I spoke to Teacher Wi Ji-hye, she said only Ms. So-yeon and Guild Leader Han Seok-jun would attend.

‘Could it be because of the Dungeon of Avarice?’

The Korean guilds that went to support in Guangzhou weren’t the only ones. Most of the major guilds came to help, but I remember they didn’t send their main forces. Only our Ara Hongryeon provided full support.

But this time, we solved the Avarice issue so easily. Thanks to that, China expressed its gratitude to all supporters, but the level of gratitude towards us was notably different from other guilds.

‘Not only did prominent Chinese guilds thank us, but even the government officially expressed its gratitude. Are they hoping for a share of the rewards?’

Are they aiming for rewards knowing that Ara Hongryeon would be here?

After parking, we got out of the car.

The vast grounds filled with vehicles were quite a sight.

“I-I’m nervous.”

Ara’s eyes were spinning.

It seemed like the huge crowd had doubled her nerves.

I held Ara in my arms and moved forward. We needed to get to the building. There were many people on the way, and the crowd thickened in front of the building.

“Whoa.”

Dad took a step back, horrified.

“Can I wait in the car?”

“Aren’t you going to watch Ara dance?”

“You’re not going to watch?”

When Ara asked with a heartfelt expression, Dad broke out in a cold sweat and shook his head.

“J-Just kidding. Of course, I’ll watch our Ara dance!”

At that moment, I heard someone calling my name from somewhere.

“Mr. Kyu-seong!”

“Oh! It’s So-yeon So-yeon!” 

Ara spotted Jeong So-yeon and waved both arms enthusiastically with a big smile. Now I noticed that not only So-yeon was there but also other members of the Ara Hongryeon Guild were gathered.

“Oh, it’s been a while, Mrs. Kim! And it’s been a while for you too, young lady!”

Jeong So-yeon approached first and greeted us politely. Ah, she had met my mom before, right?

At that moment, Deputy Team Leader Lee Hae-sol, who had visited with us before, also approached and bowed respectfully. Guild Leader Han Seok-jun and Hanul followed and greeted us as well.

“Hahaha! I’m really looking forward to seeing our Ara dance!”

“Hehe! I’m looking forward to it too!”

Ara, who had been nervous, now looked completely relaxed, mimicking Hanul’s hearty laughter. Trying to imitate his bold laugh, she ended up looking adorably mischievous instead.

“By the way, I see many members of Ara Hongryeon have come.”

“Well, we can’t afford to be underestimated.”

“Underestimated?”

“You may have noticed on your way here, but Iron-Blood and Terror are here. Not just anyone, but their top Awakeners and guild leaders came personally.”

“Even the guild leaders?!”

That meant Representative Baek Tae-seop and Terror Guild’s leader, Johann Rothschild, were here too!

“But why on earth…?”

“Huh? How can you, of all people, ask that?”

“What do you mean?”

I tilted my head in confusion at Hanul’s words.

Then, the guild members who had gathered around my family looked at me with expressions that seemed to question if I truly didn’t know.

“They came because of you, Kyu-seong.”

“…What?”

What on earth are they talking about?

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Strike 192

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Gathered necromancers and summoners.

Their HP amounts were similar to that of wizards, and their defense was also the same.

Calling necromancers weak in close combat was not without reason.

The sound of swords falling on them was literally a disaster.

Kurarakarakarak-

“W-What kind of damage is this…?”

“Is it a damage of level 330?”

“Kugh!”

Chinese players who had approached to protect the necromancers were bewildered.

The damage that had reached them defied common sense.

And China witnessed a horrific outcome before their eyes.

Swoooooosh-

[89 Chinese players are forced to log out.]

[User Hyun-soo is going berserk!]

All the necromancers and summoners, including Wei, were reduced to dust.

As he watched his allies scattered, Jegal’s face turned cold.

‘A difference of 100 people.’

They had 100 more participants than Korea.

But around a hundred people died in an instant.

Everyone here had the same thought.

Jegal pointed at him with his trembling finger stained with anger.

“Kill him.”

Yes, the crazy rookie’s plan was successful. But no one here could know.

[Hyun-soo Lv.339]

He seemed to possess a significant strength compared to his level. That’s it.

The top rankers in China were the same.

Moreover, this was enemy territory, and the greatest danger lay here.

[Toxic King Liu Lv.401]

The average level of other Chinese players was between 370 and 380.

Considering that Korean players were between 360 and 370, it was overwhelming.

And Liu was a user shining at 19th in the world rankings and 7th in China.

“Calm down, Jegal. The outcome won’t change. He will be torn to shreds, so you can vent your anger.”

Liu smiled slyly, aiming his spear at Hyun-soo.

At that moment, a concentrated powerful force exploded from him.

“Blast Spear.”

[An explosion with an additional attack power of 930% consumes a single target and sequentially explodes three times.]

Kwaaaaaang-

As Hyun-soo staggered engulfed in the explosion, a chain explosion occurred.

Kwa, Kwaang-!

Ordinary users at Hyun-soo’s level range would see their HP drop below 40% from his blast.

In other words, from this one attack, he would be in shambles…

‘…?’

Liu was startled.

‘What the hell?’

The day Liu was most surprised was when he fought the top-ranked player in China.

He was so powerful and impressive that he felt like a novice.

And today was the second time he was surprised.

The amount of damage he inflicted.

[HP drops below 85%.]

It only dropped by 15%.

At that time, the top-ranked player in China had dropped by 10%.

But, the top-ranked player in China was level 421, and this one was in the 330s.

And soon, Liu’s face became more filled with astonishment.

From him surged an unparalleled power compared to before.

[Defense is tripled.]

One of the powers of calamity, the passive application of triple defense.

And as Hyun-soo watched the approaching Chinese players, his chest boiled with excitement.

His muscles endlessly contracted and relaxed.

The black currents swirled around his zenith, where he had just endured damage.

[Basic attack power of the sword increases by 311% with a 20% chance.]

[Lasts for 15 seconds.]

Hyun-soo had traversed many battlefields before, with one commonality—they were NPCs or monsters.

He had never fought against the world’s strongest.

But.

‘I believe in the path I’ve walked.’

At that moment, a small ignition began within Hyun-soo.

The sparks dispersing from his extended sword turned into a single flame, flickering.

[A small spark covers the world.]

At that moment, seven users specialized in close combat simultaneously rushed in.

– Killing necromancers was undoubtedly remarkable, but entering enemy territory was reckless.

– It’s tantamount to suicide.

– Perhaps the crazy rookie sacrificed himself for his homeland, Korea…

“Ghost Step.”

Kwararak, Chwak, Kwakk, Chwak, Puuuk, Puuupuupuuk, Kwararak, Pujik, Udook!

-…!

-…!

Exactly 17 times. Hyun-soo, leaving traces behind, returned to his original position.

Fleruck-

The users who had approached him were bounced back, slashed by his sword, or screamed as they were cut.

Liu’s eyes widened. He looked at another group.

About fifty assassins moved toward him.

China was a country specialized in assassins.

The reason they were much stronger than Korean assassins was because they were under the legendary assassin king, Salsu.

Tatatatatat-

They attacked from all directions.

Watching their swift movements, repeating appearing and disappearing while holding their knives backward, Liu couldn’t take his eyes off Hyun-soo.

‘Their advantage lies in their real-world experience.’

This was possible because China was known as the country of martial arts.

At that moment.

[Karma]

[For 30 seconds, you move as if you were someone you know.]

Liu doubted his own eyes.

‘Has his momentum changed?’

The arm holding the sword extended.

A body that seemed infinitely light. A slightly bent waist and the fierce gaze shining from the gap.

As the assassins stabbed and lunged in, 

Phwuk-

His fingertips gouged into the assassin’s neck.

The flexibility of his toes, head, and body reached its peak.

Phu, Phupupupet-

Kwajajajajak-!

Hyun-soo effortlessly dodged every attack, like water flowing.

The entity bestowed upon him, Spear Heaven Ben.

Ben and Barad possessed different advantages.

While Barad overwhelmed enemies with explosive strength and the powerful Sword King’s swordsmanship, Ben’s advantages mostly stemmed from skill.

Ben, who had lived 25 years longer than Barad’s mere 40, had reached his physical limits, and the only way to further enhance himself was through skill.

But now, Hyun-soo’s body was much younger.

Kwarrurrruk-

Phwuk-

Kwak-

Phuak.

Liu doubted his eyes.

Six assassins fell. And then. Another twenty assassins leaped up.

At that moment.

Hwaaaaaack-

At Hyun-soo’s gesture, they were all caught in midair.

‘Telekinesis?’

Unable to move and stiffened, he lightly kicked towards them.

Like a master of martial arts novels, his movements through the air caused all the assassins to collapse.

And he advanced.

Kwakwakwakwak-

Kwruk

Puuuk-!

Liu doubted his own eyes.

‘What am I seeing?’

It’s strange. He’s undeniably much stronger now. But still, this is unbelievable.

“Magic, spread your magic!!!”

Kuho-oo-oo-oo-

A fire magic unleashed by a mage is aimed at Hyun-soo.

At that moment, they witnessed a sight they had never seen before.

Hyun-soo was no exception.

The true form of Ben, unknown even to himself.

Swoaaaaaaa-

A soft sword plunges into the raging flames.

The sword gently quells the fiery blaze.

[Neutralize the skill.]

“The magic disappeared…?”

“Is it a dispel-type skill?”

“But I didn’t feel any magic power…?”

And he moves.

“Block…”

Jegal realized he was the target.

“Block!”

He is currently the most crucial figure here.

He’s like the coach of a soccer team.

But now, Jegal was engulfed in fear.

During a previous interview, Jegal said,

“Korea? Three hours are enough. Isn’t it an insignificant country without Lee Ho?”

A Chinese journalist threw an interesting question.

“Are you saying you’ll have your way?”

“Well…?”

Not denying was enough to invite criticism from the world.

But the criticism wasn’t severe. It wasn’t warranted.

But there was a fierce beast hiding in the small country of Korea.

Kwajiiiik, Kwakwakwakwak-

His movements were like a Baekdu Mountain tiger, repelling waves.

Phuphuphuphuphuphuphuphuphuphuphup-

Watching the tiger targeting him, Jegal was engulfed in fear.

And before he knew it, the tiger had aimed its sword at Jegal’s throat.

‘Unbelievable.’

He had penetrated thirty meters.

Among users in the range of levels 370 to 380!

At that moment.

Chaegaang-

A spear struck Hyun-soo’s sword, and a sword pierced Hyun-soo’s abdomen.

The figure who thrust the sword was Sword Emperor Pond.

The strongest ranker among the current participants.

Ranked 4th in the world, Pond.

In China, he was called this way.

The one closest to the sky.

And Liu’s spear was also formidable.

[HP decreases by less than 30%.]

Hyun-soo also approached here and suffered considerable damage.

Klink-

Pond twisted his sword.

“…Not bad.”

Pond was genuinely surprised. Hyun-soo’s skills just now rivaled those within the top 10 rankers in the world.

Pond noticed the reason.

“Are you aiming for the MVP?”

Sneer-

Yes, if the momentum shown just now could continue, it might be possible.

“My strength has disappeared.”

But the power he possessed disappeared.

Whoaaaack-!

Pond drew his weapon, and Hyun-soo flew again.

However, Pond’s speed far surpassed Hyun-soo’s.

Chaegaahh-!

In midair, the two exchanged blows endlessly.

Each time, Hyun-soo’s body was filled with wounds.

Literally, Pond was overwhelming him.

“I’ll handle this alone.”

He said to Liu, who was about to intervene. Pond was also aiming for the MVP.

By killing the crazy rookie who had been the most active until just now, he could get closer to the MVP.

Kwarrurrruk, Kwakwararak-

It was a moment.

A level 421 user.

Pond’s sword, the one most supported by the Chinese, pierced Hyun-soo’s abdomen once again.

Phuuuuuuuk-!

“…You’re going too far.”

Pond muttered.

“Coming to enemy territory like this, know that it’s shameful. My face is burning with shame.”

Pond was trampling on his pride with a voice as if he were looking at a bug.

It was his sadistic pleasure.

After trampling on those with some fame in the world, he demolishes them.

Then suddenly, Hyun-soo started laughing.

“Ehehehehe.”

“…?”

Pond was perplexed.

That grotesque laughter didn’t match the scene just now.

At this moment, he realized there was something sinister about that laughter.

‘Could it be?’

Pond’s eyes widened.

He had watched the first Disaster Hunt video a while ago.

He quickly stepped away from Hyun-soo and assumed a defensive posture.

‘Where? Where is it coming from? Over there!’

At that moment.

Kkarrurrurrruk-!

An arrow, transcending Hyun-soo’s trinity from the fortress of Korea, was shot.

Pond dramatically surged his power.

Crackle-!

Before him, an invincible shield materialized.

This shield would deflect any arrows piercing through.

At last.

Whoooooosh-!

The arrow flew. And it struck Pond directly…

“Did it go too far?”

For a moment, Pond’s thoughts halted.

Crackle-

A sound of something being struck from behind was heard.

And just as he was trying to regain his composure.

Suddenly, a dragon appeared from the sky.

Its outstretched hand grabbed Hyun-soo and swiftly flew back to the Korean camp.

It was gone in the blink of an eye.

With a sense of foreboding, Pond’s head slowly turned.

“……”

Pond’s face twisted grotesquely as he took in the sight before him.

His breath quickened, his chest pounded, and immense rage surged.

“Crazy Rookie….”

A user, now dashed against a distant cliff, scattered into a pitiful pile.

“[Jegal has been forcefully logged out.]”

If you’re not a Continental War survivor, everything, including whispering, party chatting, and war chat, is impossible.

Yeah. Crazy Rookie wasn’t the image of someone who laughed like that from the start.

That laughter was just to distract Pond.

And Crazy Rookie, who had just reached the wall, looked at Pond and let out a small laugh.

The laughter he had let out echoed in Pond’s ears.

“Hehehehehe.”

“This… this…”

Pond was angrier today than he had ever been in his life.

“You bastard!”

It was the moment China lost its most important figure, Jegal.

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Lady Zenonia.

Or rather, Zenonia Kalia, who had effectively been ruling the Zenonia County by making her father a puppet for several years, had come to Count Palatio’s estate for two main reasons.

One reason was to gauge the intentions of Alon, now Count Palatio. Despite holding cards that could cause substantial damage to the current Zenonia County, he hadn’t used them.

The relationship between Zenonia County and Palatio County wasn’t necessarily bad, but she knew that the essence of the Count was similar to her own—a “kindred spirit,” so to speak.

In other words, she easily understood that Alon wasn’t the type to wield such powerful cards out of some trivial sentimentality or misplaced compassion.

She had come to ascertain his true intentions.

The second reason was to assess the power of the organization that Count Palatio was rumored to control.

Of course, Kalia knew that just meeting the Count wouldn’t reveal the full extent of the shadowy organization he commanded.

However, Kalia had a way to glimpse at the fringes of that power.

There was the wizard Biankel.

He had once proposed a new theory on “forgotten era magic” within the Magic Tower, earning academic acclaim, but he was later expelled from the Tower due to his excessively inhumane magical experiments.

However, despite his expulsion, his rank was still 5th-tier.

He was strong enough to obliterate an entire battalion of soldiers by himself. Kalia had brought him along in exchange for assisting with his experiments, forging an alliance with him.

She reasoned that if a wizard like Biankel, who specialized in detection magic and was on the cusp of the 5th-tier, was present, he could easily assess the caliber of those protecting Count Palatio.

While the nature of one’s guards didn’t reveal everything, observing the level of those guarding the Count could naturally offer insights into the organization’s inner workings.

…At least, that was why she had brought Biankel along.

In the reception room of Count Palatio’s estate, Lady Kalia subtly glanced at Biankel, who still hadn’t fully closed his mouth and wore an anxious expression.

She was inwardly surprised.

As far as she knew, he wasn’t someone who would normally show such foolish expressions in front of others.

Biankel’s face was always arrogant, and he never spoke politely to anyone—not even to her, who supported him.

Of course, Kalia understood why Biankel was like this.

Even though he was a wizard expelled from the Magic Tower, the fact that he had reached the pinnacle of the 5th-tier lent credibility and justification to his attitude.

But now, Biankel’s expression was extremely unusual.

His face was still marked by shock, just as it had been earlier, and she could even detect flickers of fear, something she had never seen in him before.

“Why…?”

Kalia felt a mix of curiosity and unease as she looked at Biankel.

She had never seen him display such blatant fear.

‘If he’s reacting like this… could it really be that the magic we saw earlier was an Origin spell…?’

Kalia’s thought was fleeting, as she quickly refocused on the present situation and met Alon’s gaze.

His eyes were the same as before.

His gaze, which seemed to find no value in the current situation, moved slowly and indifferently over Biankel and Kalia.

Silence.

“My apologies, Count Palatio. I’ve been rude.”

Kalia was the first to break the silence.

Although she was still Lady Zenonia on the surface, she respectfully addressed the Count and apologized for entering the training grounds.

Even though she tried to excuse her actions, peering into someone else’s training ground was clearly an affront, even if not a serious one.

After a moment of silence, Alon spoke.

“…No need to blame yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“Under normal circumstances, I would ask why you visited the County, but before that, let me clarify one thing.”

“Please, go ahead.”

In response to Kalia’s answer, Alon spoke without hesitation.

“What I used wasn’t Origin. It seems the wizard you brought along misunderstood.”

“Is that so?”

“Indeed. My magic skills aren’t particularly exceptional. If I had to rank them… they would be around the 2nd-tier.”

Naturally, Kalia didn’t believe Alon’s words.

Even though she wasn’t well-versed in magic, she could easily tell that the magic Alon had displayed was anything but ordinary.

She turned her gaze subtly back to Biankel and was even more surprised.

His expression was worse than before.

However, despite his sour expression, he seemed to have understood the underlying message in Alon’s words.

It was a warning to keep quiet about what they had witnessed here.

“It seems I was mistaken.”

“…!”

Biankel forced out the words.

Kalia was once again startled, hearing him speak in polite language for the first time in five years—he usually spoke informally.

“Yes, you seem quite capable, so you’ve likely already noticed, but that magic is of no practical use. Now then, since the misunderstanding has been cleared up… what brings you to the County?”

Without hesitation, Alon moved the conversation forward, prompting Kalia to quickly collect herself and respond.

“It wasn’t anything special. I happened to be in the area for some business and thought of you, so I decided to stop by briefly.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

After pondering for a moment, Alon spoke.

“Unfortunately, I’m quite busy and won’t be able to chat for long.”

“That’s fine. I only stopped by briefly. I just wanted to pay my respects.”

“If you’re in need of conversation, it might be a good idea to visit the Duke of Altia.”

“…The Duke of Altia, you say?”

“Yes, I think the two of you would get along quite well.”

“If you say so… I’ll consider visiting the Duke.”

Lady Zenonia smiled as she replied to Alon, who spoke with an indifferent expression.

However, her mouth was dry.

***

“Why would Lady Zenonia, from that notorious family in the west, visit you?”

Watching as Lady Zenonia’s carriage gradually disappeared into the distance, Evan asked the question, and Alon answered.

“How would I know?”

“Is that so?”

Evan looked puzzled, but Alon genuinely had nothing more to say this time. He couldn’t guess why Kalia had come either.

“It’s annoying that I showed her my magic.”

Alon thought about the wizard from Zenonia who had mistaken his magic for Origin.

‘Let’s just hope rumors about me using Origin don’t start spreading.’

In this world, rumors carried more power than one might think.

If a rumor spread that Alon could use Origin—a spell only supreme wizards in this world could cast—it might seem advantageous at first glance, but it would actually be a major headache.

In this dark fantasy world, it wasn’t hard to find madmen who couldn’t resist picking fights with anyone strong.

…If he had a solid backer, that might be another story, but without one, if strange rumors spread, it would be more than just an annoyance—dangerously powerful individuals could start picking fights with him for no reason.

In fact, Alon could already think of eight strong people who would come looking for him if they heard he could use Origin, so he wanted to nip any rumors in the bud quickly.

‘…Hopefully, she understood?’

As he recalled the wizard nodding in agreement before sending Lady Zenonia off to clear up any misunderstandings, Alon continued his thoughts with an uncomfortable expression.

‘Why on earth are they interested in me anyway?’

For Alon, Kalia was not just uninteresting—she was someone he wanted to avoid as much as possible.

If they somehow became close, the likelihood of getting involved in the underworld would increase naturally.

…He did introduce her to the Duke of Altia, though.

He knew there was no way Lady Zenonia would actually seek out the Duke.

Even so, the reason he introduced her to the Duke of Altia was more about sending a message.

A message that he had no interest in associating with her.

“Don’t come looking for me.”

With that thought, Alon ended his musings about Kalia.

***

Meanwhile, inside the carriage,

“…Was the magic Count Palatio used really Origin?”

Kalia was asking.

Unlike his usual immediate responses, Biankel remained silent.

Just as Kalia was about to speak again,

“It wasn’t Origin.”

Biankel finally spoke.

“…It wasn’t Origin? Then what was that earlier display…?”

As Kalia questioned him, clearly not understanding, Biankel took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and began to explain.

“Origin is the endpoint of all wizards, a canvas of sorts. It is a canvas allowed only to those who have established magic as a ‘truth,’ where they can draw their own unique laws.”

“Magic that possesses its own unique arrangements and manifestation formulas, painted onto an unchanging canvas—this is what we call Origin. However—”

He swallowed and continued,

“—Count Palatio’s magic was different.”

“…In what way…?”

“It wasn’t drawing on a canvas. To be more precise, his magic was akin to tearing the canvas apart.”

When Kalia looked at him, clearly not comprehending, Biankel explained further.

“In other words, he was twisting the ‘truth’ that should remain unchangeable. Although I only saw it for a fleeting moment, since I was using the ‘Observation Eye’ at your request, I saw it clearly.”

Biankel muttered,

“Fixing lightning that shouldn’t stop, twisting the laws to collapse the spell that had been manifested—and yet still managing to manifest it flawlessly. It was an unbelievable miracle, and behind it—”

He stopped speaking abruptly.

The image of Count Palatio from earlier flashed in his mind.

At the moment when he displayed that incredible magic.

His eyes had revealed a talent that could only be attained upon reaching the 6th-tier, even if acquired later in life.

A talent that Biankel had only barely glimpsed after reaching the peak of the 5th-tier due to his own latent talent.

Eyes that could perceive the world itself.

It was an eye.

A pair of jet-black eyes.

With two crimson rings encircling the pupils, those eyes had appeared when the Count used his magic.

As soon as the magic disappeared, so too did those eyes, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Recalling this, Biankel could not hide the fear that filled his own eyes.

If it was what he thought it was, the Count had accessed the power of a forgotten ancient god when he used that magic—

But Biankel cut off his own thoughts, even using magic to force himself to stop thinking.

Having delved into ancient knowledge, he was well aware of how dangerous it was to try to infer the truth behind such things through further thought.

Thus,

“Let me give you one piece of advice.”

“…”

“…”

“Never make an enemy of him. Do not oppose Count Palatio.”

“What—”

“That’s all the advice I can give.”

Having said that much, Biankel fell silent.

Lady Zenonia also kept her silence.

At the same time, Kalia naturally recalled Alon’s expressionless face and his calm gaze as he had looked at her.

“Sigh…”

Without realizing it, she let out a self-deprecating smile.

Because through Biankel’s words, she had realized something.

There was no point in trying to understand Count Palatio’s intentions from the start.

At the same time,

-If you’re in need of conversation, it might be a good idea to visit the Duke of Altia.

-…The Duke of Altia?

-Yes, I think the two of you would get along quite well.

She had also realized that she had already become nothing more than a pawn on his chessboard.

The carriage remained steeped in silence for a long while.

***

And then, about five months later, by now quite accustomed to his role and proficiently handling the duties of the Count, Alon realized something.

“…Ah, Count. Did you hear about this?”

“Hear about what?”

“I heard that the Zenonia County and the Duke of Altia have formed an alliance.”

“What?”

Alon realized that the Kingdom of Asteria was now facing a crisis.

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Round 114

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The large pot usually used for cooking curry rattled.

When the lid was opened, steam billowed out, revealing the pot filled with white beans.

“Nutty, nutty!”

Ara perked up at the savory smell.

Although it was a different scent, it seemed to remind her of something similar.

It was quite a lot for just us, but considering the slimes, the little ones, Gomgom, Poispois, and Pururuk, it seemed like it might actually not be enough.

‘I need to buy a larger cooking vessel.’

Alternatively, I could buy several pots of this size and cook everything at once.

I drained the boiled beans through a sieve and rinsed them.

With the river and the sweet-tasting hot spring nearby, washing was no problem.

The slimes and little ones, who had gathered around by then, quietly waited, making small sounds.

Their cute and peaceful demeanor made me smile.

“Where should we put these?”

“Just pour them onto the picnic mat.”

I poured the well-washed beans onto the mat.

The white gems poured out, shimmering under the starlight.

After boiling and washing, they looked more like decorations than food.

Purr.

Pururuk, who always enjoyed my crops, nodded eagerly, eyes filled with anticipation.

Despite their appearance, they emitted a wonderful aroma that made my mouth water.

The creatures that had been waiting quietly now gathered to inspect the beans.

“Can we eat them?”

“Of course!”

At Mother’s words, Seon-ah picked up some beans and fed them to Father and Mother.

I fed Ara, who was already drooling.

“Ahhh.”

“Ahhh!”

Following my lead, Ara opened her mouth and soon took the beans I handed her, nibbling them happily with her fingers.

She then slurped up the beans and chewed with a contented expression.

“Delicious!”

“Haha.”

“Kyu-seong, Kyu-seong, ahhh.”

Ara quickly picked up some beans and put them in my mouth.

As soon as the boiled, soft beans entered my mouth, they gently crumbled.

The soft texture and the mild, unique flavor of the beans were captivating.

‘Surprisingly…’

Despite their small appearance, the beans provided a satisfying experience in the mouth, like eating a thin-skinned red bean bun filled with a lot inside.

A faint, mild sweetness lingered at the end, different from when eaten raw.

Soon, not just us, but everyone else gathered around, picking and eating the beans.

The usually blank-faced little ones had faint smiles.

Giggle.

Their laughter was hearty.

Seeing everyone share the beans happily put me in a good mood.

My parents, too, seemed to enjoy the beans, sitting among the children and eating heartily.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Just a few more shots.”

Ara ran over to Seon-ah, who was now holding a camera.

“Seon-ah, Seon-ah, ahhh!”

“Great! That’s it, cut!”

Seon-ah’s pose as a camera director made me laugh.

Finally, she took the beans Ara offered and put them in her mouth, then put away the camera.

“Mmm! Amazing!”

“Not bad at all.”

“Not bad? Is that all you can say? Brother, I think your standards have gotten too high.”

“Really?”

I didn’t say it tasted bad.

Anyway, it was another successful crop harvest. I’m looking forward to making meju (fermented soybean blocks) with this. After all, making meju is the main goal.

“The peppers aren’t ready yet.”

When it comes to doenjang (fermented soybean paste), you need gochujang (red chili paste).

Unfortunately, I had my first failure with the pepper crop. While I was busy, the pepper farm failed during the dungeon break of the Avarice.

It was my first failure. However, I wasn’t too worried because the reason was simple.

‘I just need to grow Mark2.’

Mark2, which will level up soon, will likely ensure a successful pepper harvest.

Of course, I planned to analyze the reasons for the failure. The analysis was nothing more than asking Mark2 why it failed.

According to Mark2, the failure was due to a lack of sunlight. This place, the Dungeon of Gluttony, has sunlight, but it’s quite weak. The deep blue, dreamlike sky is proof of that.

‘I need to bring in a light machine.’

There were issues with electricity supply, but nowadays, batteries or even mana stones could be used as substitutes.

Even though the initial process wasn’t easy, I couldn’t give up.

We’re talking about gochujang and doenjang here.

These are essential to the Korean table.

How could I give up on this?

“When do you plan to make the meju?”

Mother asked while enjoying the beans. I roughly recalled the plan in my head and remembered an upcoming event.

“Ara has to dance at an event, so probably after that.”

“An event? Dance?”

“Yes, we happened to find a daycare center where Ara made friends and got a role in their year-end event. The event was postponed and is now happening soon.”

My parents looked at Ara with puzzled expressions. I could guess their concerns. Ara’s dancing was cute, but not exactly skillful.

“It’s just a little talent show. It’s not a big event.”

“Really? Can we go and watch?”

“Of course.”

“I’m coming too. Don’t stop me.”

Seon-ah, imagining Ara dancing on stage, was already trembling with excitement, holding a camera that wasn’t even turned on.

There was another event the day after. The newly acquainted Chinese skyscraper guild was visiting Korea on the day after Ara’s dance.

Since we were meeting at the Ara Hongryeon guild anyway, I could handle the guild delivery and the skyscraper guild business at the same time.

“Ara, do we still have a lot of bell pepper left?”

“I told them not to eat it and to save it!”

I had expanded the bell pepper field here, so there was no shortage. Although I had just returned, we were still consistently producing bell pepper vegetable juice through liquid synthesis.

Oh, there’s so much to do.

‘I need to build the goblin village, create new fields nearby, make meju, synthesize Mark2 and other slimes, and we need bell pepper vegetable juice too.’

I also needed to buy a large cooking vessel and a light machine for the peppers. Buying these was quick since the guild would deliver them directly once I placed an order.

That’s why being in a guild is great.

“Kyu-seong, aren’t you going to eat more?”

“Oh? Oh. I should.”

Am I a workaholic? I was thinking about work with such delicious food in front of me.

“Hey! It’s all gone!”

“Who told you to zone out?”

“No way!”

I looked at the empty picnic mat with a sense of loss and then gestured to the slimes.

“It’s time to work! Let’s harvest everything!”

***

“Is the preparation going well?”

“Of course. The schedule was delayed, so we’re more than ready.”

The daycare event, which had been postponed due to the sudden disaster (Avarice Dungeon), was being prepared without any issues. There was hardly anything left to take care of.

Wi Ji-hye, the director of Dasom Daycare, was checking the list of expected visitors one last time. Although it was an annual event, this time, unlike usual, a lot of significant people were coming.

‘The Ara Hongryeon Guild has always attended, but now the Iron Blood Guild and Terror Guild are coming too…’

Including the various companies and firms associated with these guilds, the scale of the event seemed too modest in comparison, making Wi Ji-hye worry.

It was indeed modest. Despite the significant attendees, you can’t exactly splurge on a daycare event! It would be better to use that money to take care of the children.

Still, Wi Ji-hye was confident that the preparations were made with sincerity.

“If more people come, it might be a bit overwhelming, but for now…”

Even with this, the connections were impressive enough to make the news. When only Ara Hongryeon attended, it wasn’t that notable, but now, the top two guilds in South Korea were attending.

What other daycare event would have the largest guilds in Korea attending as sponsors? Even though the guild leaders themselves wouldn’t come, just having their names on the list was a big deal.

Wi Ji-hye believed that the daycare could handle it and started another round of checks. 

You can never be too thorough with preparations!

* * *

“Miss? There are still three days left until the promised date.”

Yu Bihong said, smiling awkwardly at Ryu Cheon, who was packing. Regardless, Ryu Cheon’s hands didn’t stop, continuing to pack clothes.

“Miss…?”

“I’m going to see Ara.”

“Ha, haha. Can’t you see Ara in three days?”

“I saw the YouTube notice.”

Ryu Cheon’s eyes blazed with determination.

“Ara’s going to dance. I want to see it in person.”

“That…”

Yu Bihong was at a loss for words.

In fact, he had heard this from Ryu Cheon before. That’s why the guild’s information department had found out which daycare’s event it was.

‘Ryu Cheon’s appearance is too distinctive to hide her identity…’

This could be a problem.

The reason was that many prominent guilds from South Korea were on the list of participants.

At first, she couldn’t believe it and had to double-check. But the results didn’t change upon rechecking.

The top guilds in Korea were moving for a mere daycare event.

‘It’s probably because of Kyu-seong.’

Ara’s participation meant Lee Kyu-seong would also participate. Considering the participation of the previously unrelated guilds from two years ago, the reason could only be Lee Kyu-seong.

The problem was that Ryu Cheon declared she would visit the event.

Recently, Ryu Cheon had been in a very good mood.

The bell pepper from Kyu-seong alleviated Ryu Cheon’s chronic pain, and Yu Bihong could see Ryu Cheon becoming brighter by the day.

Ryu Cheon’s positive change, from someone who always seemed indifferent to the world, even moved the skyscraper guild leader.

‘Although it’s a secret, our guild leader is also joining this trip to Korea.’

They planned to go quietly and return.

This showed how significant Ryu Cheon’s change was within the guild.

However, the problem was.

“Ryu Cheon, can’t we just go together in three days?”

“No.”

Ryu Cheon’s sudden decision had already started.

Despite usually avoiding attention, Ryu Cheon now wanted to go to Korea earlier than the scheduled date, alone.

Of course, everyone thought she was joking, but Yu Bihong, who knew Ryu Cheon well, realized it wasn’t a joke.

And her prediction was accurate, leading to the current situation.

“Ryu Cheon! If you do this, Kyu-seong will also be troubled!”

“I’ll hide my identity and be quiet.”

“Can you really hide your identity?!”

“Then come with me.”

“What?”

“Be my guardian. Then maybe Grandpa will allow it.”

Ryu Cheon tried to negotiate cleverly.

However, Yu Bihong fell for Ryu Cheon’s simple trick.

“Fine! I’ll ask the guild leader, so don’t act alone!”

“Okay.”

Thus, the Dasom Daycare event was becoming more complicated.

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There were only four years left until the start of the original story.

At the same time, it had been just over a year and one month since all the members of the Five Sins who had been in the orphanage became independent.

“What is Seolrang up to?”

Alon, who was looking at the letter from Yutia that had arrived today as usual, suddenly grew curious about Seolrang.

Although Yutia’s letters always included stories about her and the other members of the Five Sins, there hadn’t been a single mention of Seolrang since about two months after her independence.

“…No way, she didn’t die in some distant place, did she?”

After pondering for a moment, Alon shook his head resolutely.

According to Yutia’s previous letters, Seolrang had already arrived in the desert nation. If she had followed the letter’s instructions correctly, there was no way she would die in such a manner.

The gift Alon had given her would turn her into a formidable ‘Baba Yaga.’

That, too, as a gladiator in the Colony, where the strong could gain everything.

“It was even written in the item description. It must be correct, right?”

Alon, who liked to read through every detail of item descriptions—thanks to the developer’s habit of filling them with various bits of lore—recalled the phrase written in the item Seolrang would acquire.

“If the Sin of Greed had obtained it, they would have fallen and become a Sin, but instead, she would become a great warrior… I think that was it.”

Of course, the effect Alon received when he used that item was merely a 20% increase in critical hit rate, but the grand background story that came with it was why he had told Seolrang its location.

Furthermore, in case the item description turned out to be something truly insignificant, he also included the location of a hidden treasure.

But it had been nine months since he last heard from her.

“Maybe I should’ve just given her the treasure quietly?”

As Alon considered this, he shook his head briefly.

The reason he had sent Seolrang to the Colony in the first place was because of the narration claiming she had the talent of a warrior.

Moreover, since Alon couldn’t support her for her entire life, becoming independent was a crucial process.

“No, it’s better if she can make a living on her own.”

Therefore,

‘…Considering Deus’s absurd talent, Seolrang surely hadn’t died… but what on earth happened?’

While Alon wore a strange expression, pondering Seolrang’s whereabouts, in a desert cave deep within the southern region of the desert nation Colony, a girl emerged.

The girl, Seolrang, looked disheveled.

Dirt clung to various parts of her body, and her hair had grown so long it almost covered her face.

However, unlike her appearance, Seolrang’s face bore a wide smile.

“It’s finally over—”

Stretching with a sense of liberation, she looked at the gloves on her hands.

The golden claws adorned on them were a gift bestowed upon her by the Great Moon.

The ‘Essence of the Golden Mane Tribe.’

“How could the Great Moon know where this was?”

After finishing the ‘trial’ and emerging, she tilted her head in curiosity while gazing at the gloves.

And rightly so—this ‘Essence of the Golden Mane Tribe’ was a legendary artifact that had been passed down through her people, the Golden Mane Tribe, for generations.

It was truly deserving of the title “legendary.”

Hundreds of years ago, this item had empowered the Golden Mane Tribe, allowing them to ascend as the rulers of all beastmen and granting them the power to become kings.

Of course, most of what she knew came from tales her mother had told her when she was very young. Having matured somewhat since then, Seolrang had assumed those old stories were exaggerated to some extent.

But now, in this moment, having worn the Essence and been pulled into the inner world to undergo all the trials, Seolrang realized that not a single part of those fantastical old tales was a lie.

Ssss—

As she lightly drew out her power, her golden eyes began to glow softly within the dark cave.

And that wasn’t all.

Her hair, and even her tail, began to shimmer as if they were radiating light.

Just like the Golden Mane Tribe of ancient legends that her mother used to tell her about.

Smiling at her newfound power, her thoughts drifted once again to the Great Moon.

There were countless questions swirling in her mind.

But she soon dismissed them.

She knew she wasn’t particularly intelligent, and she was well aware that it was beyond her to deduce how the Great Moon knew all these things.

Most importantly, she realized one simple, clear truth.

The Great Moon was her savior, the one who had rescued her from dying as a result of bio-experiments, and at the same time, the one to whom she owed a debt for granting her the power to exact revenge on the ‘Black Dragon’ who had killed her parents.

As blue electricity crackled around her, she thought of the Great Moon’s command, but soon shook her head.

Even if she wasn’t particularly smart, she knew that becoming a mere gladiator wasn’t the true purpose of her benefactor’s will.

Thus, Seolrang’s gaze naturally shifted to the gloves.

The gloves that held the power to empower the Golden Mane Tribe.

It was only then that Seolrang finally grasped the Great Moon’s intention.

“To become a famous gladiator, gather the scattered members of the Golden Mane Tribe from across the land, and…”

She grinned.

“…kill the Black Dragon with them.”

Seeing the perfect answer before her, Seolrang smiled.

Zap!

Blue sparks flew everywhere in response to her emotions, but she paid them no mind.

With a deep smile, she began walking out of the dark cave. The moon hung in the sky where she emerged from the cave, bathing the entire desert in a blue glow.

And then,

“For the sake of that one,”

muttering the phrase that had become a habitual chant by now,

“Let’s begin.”

The Golden Mane Tribe, who had been known as the greatest beastmen and the kings of all beastmen 500 years ago, began their revival under the blue moon.

***

Starting from about a year ago, after returning from the ball, Alon had found a new interest in exploring “phrases” and had been investing a significant amount of time in it.

Unlike in the game, where chanting phrases consumed a turn and each turn increased magical attack power by 10% to 20%, the phrases in this world indeed altered the properties of magic, just as he had predicted.

Take, for example, the phrases Alon used several months ago in a place he visited to obtain restrictions—phrases like “Refraction,” “Repulsion,” “Blue Light,” and “Diffraction Line.”

Refraction strengthened the instability of a completed spell, causing its range to expand.

Repulsion distorted the form of the spell, allowing the transferred projectile to shift.

In the case of Blue Light, it amplified spells conducted in parallel, like lightning magic.

Lastly, the Diffraction Line granted a spell penetration or critical properties.

Of course, Alon’s understanding was based only on the data he had accumulated over the past six months, so the accuracy of these interpretations was still uncertain, but it was clear that each phrase endowed a different property.

Additionally, he had figured out several unique rules regarding phrases.

“Using the same phrase repeatedly is prohibited, using phrases incompatible with the spell is forbidden, and no more than five phrases can be used in a single spell. If any of these three rules are broken, the spell either fails to manifest or becomes weakened.”

There seemed to be a few other rules as well, but he hadn’t figured those out yet.

Although Alon had plenty of time to explore magic, he could only use magic once per day.

“…If only there were a book about phrases.”

The phrases Alon used were, according to the lore, the forgotten phrases of Babel, considered to be akin to lost relics in this world.

The places where Alon had found phrases were limited to those that had phrases inscribed, but they did not explain the rules or phenomena behind them.

In other words, he had to discover everything through direct experimentation, but Alon didn’t find this bothersome.

Alon’s talent was enough to make his exploration of phrases enjoyable and to immerse him in the study of magic.

Thus, after finishing his conversation with Evan, he came straight to the training hall and, as usual, began casting a spell.

“Hoo—”

His hand formed the familiar sign of wisdom, the Jiquan Mudra.

Simultaneously, the magic gathered to form the spell he had been experimenting with for about two months, a second-tier spell called Chain Lightning.

Following Alon’s thoughts, the arranged mana formed a spherical orb, deliberately leaving out a specific point to create imbalance.

Zap—

The spell completed.

With Alon’s limited mana, the magic emitted a faint glow.

The only improvement from two months ago was that the imbalance caused by the lightning spell had become slightly more refined, likely due to his growing familiarity with it.

To put it nicely, the spell had become more precise; to put it bluntly, it was still just a useless spell that was only good for its precision.

However, by chanting the phrases, even a useless spell could be given a purpose.

“Fixation.”

The lightning that had been crackling before him froze in place, as if time itself had stopped.

“Compression.”

At his next muttering, the once large sphere shrank into a small bead while remaining frozen in place.

“Collapse.”

Crack!

With the final phrase, the once small bead lost its form as a sphere.

What remained was pure lightning, a fragment of mana appearing before Alon like countless irregular dotted lines gathered together.

And then,

“Momentary Bloom.”

As Alon muttered the final phrase, releasing the Jiquan Mudra he had been holding,

Zap!

—a massive tree of thunder materialized before him.

Radiating a brilliance more dazzling than the midday sun, the blue tree stood still, flaunting its presence.

It was as if lightning had struck and was frozen in place.

Alon nodded in satisfaction.

“…The order of the phrases also changes the spell’s manifestation.”

He recalled how, when he had used Collapse before Fixation in his previous spell, the magic had disappeared without a trace, and he nodded contentedly.

“Even phrases that don’t match the spell can be used if there’s a prior phrase that leads into them.”

Satisfied with the new information he had gained, Alon confirmed that the tree of thunder he had created was gradually fading away.

Though it seemed unlikely that he would ever have a use for it.

Muttering this, Alon felt a pang of regret as he turned around, his mana hole now completely drained.

His body only allowed him to cast magic once a day.

And just as he turned around,

“?”

Alon saw her.

There, in the training hall of Count Palatio’s estate, stood a young lady he never wanted to get close to—Lady Kalia, the daughter of the Count of Zenonia.

Seemingly shocked by the situation, the usually noble and refined Kalia stood with her mouth agape, an expression of genuine surprise.

“M-M-My goodness…?”

Hearing her shocked voice, Alon turned his gaze away, missing his chance to ask why she was there.

“Origin?”

Standing next to her, a middle-aged man, his mouth also wide open in shock, was holding an ornate cane as he stared at Alon with a similarly astonished expression.

And then,

“?”

Alon, confused by the two’s reactions, came to a sudden realization.

He had heard the man mention “Origin,” a spell that could only be cast by mages who had reached the seventh rank, and then understood one thing.

He had somehow become the subject of a massive misunderstanding.

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The audience was filled with astonishment.

They were so surprised that the cheers and jeers that had filled the air just moments ago turned into silence.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.

It was quite satisfying.

-Haha, there’s nothing as thrilling as seeing someone fall after mistaking themselves to be superior.

They shouldn’t have been so arrogant.

At the very least, they should have known the difference in skill before taking me on.

It was all their own doing.

“How dare you…! A mere first-year! A nobody from a baron’s family!”

The guy who got back up, someone named Bex or something, had his face flushed with anger.

It seemed he still didn’t understand his place.

Of course, he’s just a boy who hasn’t even become an adult yet and doesn’t know the harshness of the world.

There are even compassionate people who would say to embrace such a person with love.

“Huh. Is this supposed to teach me not to recklessly fall for provocations?”

Unfortunately, I was far from being such a saint.

Beasts need discipline, and humans are beasts.

There is an old saying that a mad dog deserves a stick.

Whack-

Thud.

I kicked the spear lying on the ground.

Naturally, it went towards our agitated senior, who reflexively grabbed it, blinking in surprise.

“What…!”

“I foolishly fell for your provocation, so I must bear this much. Now, please pick up the spear.”

The guy who hesitated eventually bent over.

His reddened face was full of shame and determination.

“I was just careless earlier. I will definitely defeat you and regain my dignity as a senior.”

But.

How pathetic. What difference does having a weapon make?

-At least it’s entertaining to watch.

He tries hard.

The dignity as a senior was already shattered when he tried to trample on his juniors to secure his grades.

Moreover, judging by the reactions around us, even the second-years were looking at him with disdain.

Suppressing my sneer, I nodded humbly.

“Oh, what a good spirit! The outcome of a fight can indeed change depending on one’s resolve.”

“Ugh.”

However, even after regaining his weapon, he didn’t dare approach rashly.

His hands, gripping the spear tightly, were trembling.

Was it because he was too angry?

Or was it an instinctive fear stemming from the experience of losing in just two moves?

Only he would know the truth.

As I waited leisurely, Bathory clicked her tongue and spoke to me.

-You have quite a wicked taste. Pushing the weak to such an extent.

-It’s all karma. And when did we ever care about the plight of the weak?

-That’s a sound argument. Indeed. For demons, strength is everything. The rights of the weak all belong to the strong.

It seemed as if I could hear faint laughter coming from the shadows.

And then.

-Go, Frost Mane. Punish those who underestimated my vassal.

-I was going to do that anyway, even without your command.

What’s got her so excited?

Bathory, who had been more temperamental recently, like someone going through a late puberty, was hard to read again today.

I couldn’t grasp what was making her so happy this time.

‘Well, it’s not a big deal.’

I sheathed my dagger again and aimed it at the second-year student.

“Since we’re talking about resolve, would you like to hear about mine?”

“…Shut up!”

“You’re quite impatient.”

A cornered rat has two reactions.

It either resigns itself to its fate and meekly becomes prey.

Or it makes a final resistance and leaves bite marks on the predator.

He seemed to be the latter.

But.

“Saying you don’t want to hear it is too much. Shouldn’t a good senior respect and listen to what their junior has to say?”

The direction of his thrust was too straightforward.

His killing intent and aura were too intense.

His steps were nothing but honest.

He was truly an inexperienced novice warrior who had never experienced real combat.

‘I heard he even went on a dispatch class, but this is disappointing.’

At this level.

Even some of the upper-middle-tier first-years could take him on, excluding the top-tier ones.

Indeed, a second-year.

It’s fitting for those who couldn’t make a mark until the later stages of the game.

Moreover.

“Vex, what are you doing stalling so shamefully!”

“I told you to finish him off!”

“Argh!”

His field of vision was too narrow.

Despite the impatient cheers.

The movements of the guy stabbing at the air showed no signs of improvement.

Regardless of his personal talent, he was a bug who was merely intoxicated by his own martial arts.

There was no need for any tricks to deal with him.

The target was his legs.

Since he kept rushing blindly, I had to put the brakes on him.

-Thud!

“Aagh!”

My shoe tip struck his shin directly.

The vibration felt at the tip of my foot harmonized with the scream he let out.

Now the second-year student knelt and wheezed.

I bent down to meet his gaze.

“Ugh…! Do you not have any manners a junior should show to a senior? Request to stop the match right now!”

All he could say was not a declaration of surrender.

It was merely a suggestion for me to back off.

With innocent eyes wide open, I tilted my head.

“Don’t say such a hurtful thing. I still have much to learn from you, senior.”

“…Ugh!”

“How to get hit less painfully. How to avoid getting hit in vital points. How to perform a breakfall. Please calmly explain with your body.”

This is the first duel between a first-year and a second-year student.

It must not end trivially.

In the game, the rule in the early stages was ‘to let the opponent win,’ so I couldn’t use any tricks, but now it’s different.

There’s no need to deliberately eat humble pie to show respect to the seniors, nor to come to my senses and distance myself only after getting backstabbed.

‘And depending on how I end this fight, the atmosphere will change in the future.’

To the seniors, it would instill the fear that they could be caught up to.

To my peers, it would be an encouragement that they could do as I did.

Unlike the bug-like second-years.

The first-years were expected to be the golden batch of the decade.

Of course, there were a few husks and bugs mixed in, but since this is the main stage of a visual novel, the average is quite high.

As much as that.

To successfully complete the group project, a matter of life and death, and to create the school atmosphere I desired, I slowly opened my mouth while looking at the trembling senior.

“Shall we continue the earlier conversation? My resolve, you see, is the same as the academy’s first principle.”

The first principle of the academy.

There are no hierarchies of status here.

“Even though I am the child of a baron’s family, there’s no need for me to be intimidated here. It’s the same now. This duel arena, where there is no distinction between seniors and juniors, is proof that this principle is alive and well, don’t you think?”

I glanced at Luciana.

“The same goes for the position of student council president. The belief that a third-year student must hold that position is too outdated.”

In fact, this was the main point.

The position of the academy’s student council president is singular.

And that position is not restricted by grade level.

The student who has achieved the most.

In other words, the student with the best overall performance across all grades rises to the position.

The reason second- and third-year students usually hold the student council president position is simply because they have accumulated more points.

And my current actions.

Were both a first-year’s rebellion and a coup or revolution against established customs.

-Phew. Something that could have been discussed separately, yet it’s being grandly announced.

A voice echoed in my mind.

It was not Bathory’s voice, but someone else’s.

As expected, if she had grown, she would have noticed.

It was my proud lord who had reached the level of Sword Expert and mastered telepathy.

Naturally.

As a ‘servant’ of the Speda family, my actions were directly tied to Luciana’s actions.

‘Even though I didn’t discuss and commit this beforehand, surely Luciana would have acted this way.’

Moreover.

She could have caused even greater trouble.

For example, stepping on the arrogant senior in the duel arena, or publicly exposing the true intentions of a senior who was probing with political rhetoric…

[Top 10 Iconic Moments of Luciana Speda]

-Senior Roast 1.jpg

-Senior Roast 2.jpg

-Having Tea in Armor.jpg

– Wouldn’t this be the Top 10 Troll Moments?

– King God General Mid-Boss had yellow sprouts all along…

‘…Ahem.’

Although her true intentions were honorable, the way ‘Luciana in the game’ expressed herself was somewhat clumsy. I brushed away the creeping recollections and focused on the telepathy.

-Lady Luciana, you can do it.

-Don’t just say you can. Haven’t I always told you that the Speda family must always be at the top? 

And my favorite Luciana was deserving of that.

Whether it was her swordsmanship skills to defeat enemies.

Her confidence to challenge for the student council president position.

Or her charisma to embrace everyone.

There was nothing she lacked.

I could cover any slight clumsiness in political matters.

Is there a more perfect person than her?

The current her.

Is truly a noble, honorable, beautiful, and strong ruler born to reign over everyone!

“Grr, you little…”

I wanted to focus more on the secret telepathy with Luciana.

But for now, I decided to finish the duel in front of me.

“What do you think, senior?”

“You madman..! Do you think the order within the nobility is a joke? Your misdeeds will be hated by all second-year students… Ack, ugh! Aaargh!”

The sound of the senior rolling on the floor and getting kicked was perfect for a work song.

The rhythm was so fitting that it matched perfectly with a quick-tempo beat.

After a moment of contemplation, I whispered softly.

“Shh. Such realistic talk isn’t necessary for our first-year students who are thirsty for grades. The young should chase romance, don’t you think?”

“Ugh… Ah, ugh….”

It seemed the senior was far from the virtue of attentive listening.

I wondered how much more I had to beat him for him to nod in agreement without any rebuttal.

As I continued kicking, pondering when our senior’s stubbornness would end.

“Stop.”

A light touch of restraint came upon my shoulder.

“Professor Marks.”

“He’s already unconscious.”

“Oh, I didn’t notice.”

As expected of a second-year student.

Even the title of senior was wasted on him.

“It was a very satisfying duel for me personally. I promise you the highest marks, so let’s end it here.”

“But, Professor. I’m not fully warmed up yet. Oh, earlier, the seniors were lining up to face me.”

I scanned the familiar faces with my icy gaze.

Now they were all busy avoiding me.

After applying enough pressure, I made a suggestion to Professor Marks loud enough for everyone to hear.

“How about calling another one of them?”

“No. Since they’re also in Class A, the number is fixed. It’s not a match, and it would be difficult for me to grade if you take on two students alone.”

He quickly whispered in my ear while carrying away the completely unconscious senior.

“Besides, look around. You’ve already achieved what you wanted.”

‘As expected, he noticed.’

As always, he’s quite sharp, not just in swordsmanship but also in intellect.

Following the old man’s gesture, I looked at the audience.

The second-year students, with their faces turned pale, seemed to have understood my warning.

And…

“…Aren’t the second-years not as great as we thought?”

Even among the first-year students, who had been in silence and worry, changes were happening.

“As expected of Hans.”

“There’s no way he could lose. Besides, it might be more doable than we thought.”

Already those two were burning with fighting spirit.

Others also quietly prepared for the duel one by one.

The scene where despair and hope coexisted flipped in an instant.

The eyes of the background extras, who were set at a high level to stand as male lead candidates or as the saint’s entourage, were sparkling.

It felt like savoring rich, high-quality cheese hidden in a musty smell.

With the best wine of victory added, it was the icing on the cake.

-Ah, what a supreme delicacy this is!

-Wasn’t it all to satiate your hunger?

Bathory’s sigh was soon forgotten.

“Next, I will step forward.”

The best dessert had just arrived.

A voice as cold as ice.

But within it was a passion that only I could recognize.

“I am Luciana Speda, the top first-year student. You must have heard of my name. Those who wish to cross swords with me, come to the duel arena.”

To those who had already been defeated by the second-ranking student, Luciana was an even greater object of fear.

Crushed by her charisma.

The sight of no one daring to step forward was truly a heavenly delicacy.

***

“Hoo, as expected, they are a golden generation.”

The dean took a bite of a donut while carefully reviewing the documents submitted by Marks.

A chocolate coating that carried both bitterness and sweetness.

The taste was much like the contents of these documents.

“An over 80% win rate in exchanges with second-year students.”

The report in his left hand, from Professor Marks, was exceedingly satisfactory.

However, the report in his right hand was quite the opposite.

[Dispatch Class Report]

[Wheelencernia]

Like Professor Marks, who was in charge of Class A for first-years.

There was a magic professor in charge of Class A for second-years.

However, her report was not as favorable as Marks’s.

[The performance in the Eastern dispatch class was extremely disappointing.]

[The students are planning to hunt the sea dragon, an Eastern mystical creature, causing internal conflict between Eastern nobles and others.]

[The only exception was the top student, who, unaffected by such disputes, …]

Though just words on paper, having spent over a year with them, Professor Wheelencernia would know their skills and personalities better.

‘They neither respect the culture of other regions, nor do they have the skill…’

Dean Gordon took a sip of the tea poured by the golem, taking a moment to ponder.

“Hmm, yes. The academy has always been the same, so it should remain so now.”

It was already proven that first-year students were overall superior to second-year students.

In that case, there was no need to maintain protective measures for the first-year students.

Coincidentally, a new dispatch class request had just come in.

However, there was something bothersome.

“Requests have been increasing lately. Could the words of that old raccoon in the sanctuary be true?”

The dean’s eyes narrowed.

The momentum of the monsters and the actions of the heretics were both unsettling.

“Is there truly an otherworldly entity that will bring down this flourishing empire…”

For a moment, a shadow fell over his usually cheerful and plump face.

“Well, my duties remain unchanged!”

Regaining his usual joviality, he took out a letter placed on his desk.

An envelope adorned with luxurious gold decorations.

It was sealed with a small wax seal bearing a gold coin design.

“Goodness, the extravagance of melting gold for such things. I can’t understand the tastes of the ducal families. They should donate some of that money to the academy their sons attend.”

Grumbling, the dean snapped his fingers.

Once a decision was made, execution was swift.

Hearing his command, the golem beside him began writing a notice to the professors with a quill pen.

[From now on, first-year students are also permitted to apply for dispatch classes. 

[…]

Feel free to apply to the respective professors.]

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Round 113

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Swoosh-.

When Mammon focused his energy on his hands, a clear, colorless liquid slowly started to flow out.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” 

– Ohh.

Frey and I watched Mammon closely. Normally, just being near him would be dangerous due to the risk of poisoning, but thanks to Mammon’s ability to handle his own toxins freely, we were safe.

– Ugh.

Seeing Mammon struggling more than expected, I could guess how much preparation he must have done during the Guangzhou Dungeon Break.

The amount of poison he extracted was less than expected.

However, Mammon said it was enough to poison hundreds of elephants.

– Red dwarf, is it done?

– Whew! How is it! This is the potent poison I created!

Ignoring Frey’s words, Mammon lifted his nose proudly, looking at me as if seeking praise.

In a roughly made metal bucket using nearby materials, the clear liquid shimmered shallowly. It was about the amount of two sips of water.

Poispois seemed curious, fascinated by the new poison different from what it usually produced.

“Mammon, isn’t it dangerous to touch this?”

– I can suppress its toxicity. Would you like to try touching it?

“No, I’m fine, but it seems interested.”

Poispois was eagerly wriggling.

Why did it remind me so much of Ara’s dancing?

‘Maybe because they’re both slimes.’

Anyway, Mammon immediately held his palm in the air and swirled it around. It looked as if a wizard was using telekinesis.

– It’s done!

“Can I touch it now?”

– It’s safe now. Feel free to touch it.

What an incredible ability.

Being a member of the Seven Deadly Sins like Ara, such powers must be necessary to hold their own. Even so, Ara was exceptionally powerful.

Squelch-!

Poispois poked the poison in the bucket. It soon absorbed a little and squirmed.

“It’ll be okay, right?”

– It’s fine. Don’t worry, Great Lord.

Mammon spoke confidently, proud of his own ability. However, before his words finished, Poispois started trembling violently.

“Huh?”

– Huh?

What are you going to do if you react the same way I do?

I looked worriedly at the suddenly trembling Poispois and soon checked its status.

[Poispois (Slime) LV.5]

[A peculiar slime]

[It is Lee Kyu-seong’s familiar]

[Capable of liquid synthesis]

[Awakening unknown potential]

[Abilities: Poison LV.4, Mana Detection LV.1]

[Additional explanation was attached]

Unknown potential? What’s that supposed to be used for?

At least it didn’t seem to be in any trouble, which was a relief.

It was a rather positive description.

As Frey and Mammon looked on worriedly, Poispois seemed to regain its senses and stopped trembling.

Squelch?

Then it tilted its body as if wondering why everyone was staring at it.

“I was worried you might be in trouble.”

Squelch?!

Poispois was startled, showing an exclamation mark above its head, surprised by my concern. It seemed completely unaware of what had happened to it.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?”

Squelch?

Poispois looked over its body and then wobbled as if to say it was fine. Seeing this, Frey let out a deep sigh and pointed accusingly at Mammon.

– You almost caused a big problem for our apostle!

– I-I’m sorry.

Although nothing had actually happened, I felt sorry for Mammon, who apologized so readily, so I reassured him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Nothing happened.”

– Are you sure it’s okay? It seemed like it was trembling…

Mammon touched Poispois worryingly.

When poked, Poispois showed its usual wobbly movement.

Squelch-!

– It-it’s really fine!

Mammon’s reaction was cuter than I expected. He looked like a mischievous little kid.

After this small incident, I asked Poispois first.

“With this amount, how much can we use in the Meluca flower field?”

Squelch~ Squelch~

Poispois’s movement indicated that it was enough. To be sure, I asked for translation and luckily, my guess was right.

– It says we can use it generously!

“That’s great. Shall we go right now?”

We decided to take Mammon along. Mammon’s ability to suppress toxicity was essential.

Holding Poispois, Bokkeum, and Mammon in my arms, and with Frey perched on my shoulder, we rode on Purr. The goblins waving their hands cheerfully were cute.

‘Hmm, come to think of it, I got some quests.’

There were two new ones.

One was the Slime Lord’s Awakening Quest, and the other was the Gluttony Dungeon Quest.

Both were continuation quests: one to defeat goblins and the other to recruit residents.

The Awakening Quest was simple.

[Awakening Quest: Make Them Grow]

[Raise the slimes]

[Level 5 or higher slimes: 2/5]

It seemed to mean I should consistently hunt monsters with slimes to level them up, which was an easy task for me.

Liquid synthesis!

This overpowered ability allowed them to level up just by synthesizing!

The quest didn’t seem to anticipate my ability. Thanks to this, I already had Ara and Poispois over level 5, and I just needed to synthesize three more slimes to complete the quest.

‘Mark2 first, then Bokkeum…’

I’ll think about the last one later.

Anyway, it was an easily solvable quest.

However, the state of the other quest was quite unusual.

[!!Special Quest!!: Seven Deadly Sins]

Gluttony has begun its conquest! Conquer the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins! Rewards will be given for each sin conquered!

Pride: X

Greed: O

Envy: X

Wrath: X

Lust: X

Sloth: X

Conquest? What do they mean by conquest? Am I some kind of conqueror?

It was just a coincidence that I made Mammon my familiar, but the description made it sound like I had declared war.

– War! It’s war!

The maniacal cry I had heard once echoed in my memory like an auditory hallucination. Turning my head slightly, I saw Frey sprawled on my shoulder with a relaxed look on her face.

So carefree.

– Neigh!

We arrived quickly and headed straight to the Meluca flower field with Mammon’s poison. In the meantime, Poispois approached the other slimes and made some dancing-like movements.

After the rough explanation was over, Poispois returned and absorbed the poison from the bucket. The others approached and took a bit of the poison as well, but they did not react the same way as Poispois.

– Hmm, I hope my ability is helpful.

Mammon, whose crown had become crooked while riding Purr, said with a serious expression. It seemed like he wanted to show off his poison, so I laughed and straightened his crown.

“Just coming here is already a great help. Thank you for joining me.”

– … Why are you so kind, Great Lord! I, Mammon, will become a great king like you!

He looked so cute, like a little kid chattering away. His flapping ears only made it more effective.

– And me! And me, Great Lord!?

“Of course, our Frey and all of Alfheim are always a great help. Thank you all.”

– Hehe.

It didn’t matter if they didn’t do anything for me. Just their presence was healing.

In fact, I wanted to take care of them in return.

While roughly planning the goblin village in my head, Poispois approached me.

Squelch!

“Oh! Are you done?”

Squelch- Squelch-!

I checked the Meluca flower field one more time and prepared to leave.

“Mammon, would you like to greet my family?”

– Me! I want to greet them!

Frey flapped excitedly from my shoulder.

But Mammon seemed a bit shy and couldn’t answer right away.

“I’ll bring you next time. Let’s greet them then.”

– Oh! I-I need to prepare my heart…

Watching Mammon’s fuss, I put him back on Purr. After returning Mammon to the mine, I took Frey back to my family.

– Hello!

“Oh, our Frey is here! How have you been?”

– Yes, Mother!

While the sociable Frey was being affectionate with my parents, Ara approached.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

“Hm?”

“I harvested something! Something new!”

Something new?

Ara lifted what she was holding and showed it to my face. It looked familiar yet strange.

“What’s this?”

It was a long, brown something. Looking closer, I realized it was a bean pod with beans inside!

“Oh, white soybeans!”

Finally, it was harvest time!

These were the soybeans I planted at Hanul’s request for making doenjang. I had been too busy lately to pay attention to them, and they had grown up in the meantime.

“Wow, this took quite a while.”

“Mm-hmm! It took a long time.”

“It feels like it took almost two months.”

Is that right? I can’t remember well.

Anyway, since it took a long time, I was looking forward to it. Now I can make fermented soybean bricks with these.

“Oh, you grew beans?”

At that moment, my parents approached, looking curious. I showed them the freshly harvested beans.

“Let’s open it!”

At my mother’s words, I opened the pod.

Plump, white beans gleamed inside.

…Gleamed?

“Are they supposed to shine like this?”

“You’ve been farming for so long, and you still get surprised by things like this?”

Seon-ah, who had returned from playing with the kids, laughed.

As my sister said, the crops I harvested often had different shapes and colors from the original, so it was funny to be surprised now.

Six beans rolled out from one pod. I gave the first harvested beans to everyone.

“Let’s taste it first.”

“Can we eat them raw?”

If the taste was bad, there was no need to force it. After all, I planted 1,000 pyeong of white soybeans, so there was no need to worry about wasting them.

Crunch!

Hmm, eating raw beans is a bit much.

No matter how well I grew them, beans are beans. Eating them raw had a hard texture and a slightly bitter taste.

Of course, it was rich and nutty, but it seemed like it would taste much better boiled or roasted.

“This is delicious!”

“Yeah!”

However, it seemed to suit Seon-ah’s and Ara’s tastes. Although, Ara tends to eat anything well.

“You’re going to make fermented soybean bricks with this, right?”

I nodded at my mother’s question.

“Yes. But I wasn’t prepared for the harvest today, so I’ll just collect them for now and make the bricks later.”

“I’ll help you then.”

“Oh, it’d be great if you helped, Mom.”

Since the slimes couldn’t make the bricks, I had to handle it all by myself. I didn’t know how many bricks I’d make, but since it was my first time, I expected it to be clumsy and time-consuming.

“Shall we boil some to taste?”

“Sounds good.”

I gathered the bean pods the slimes had harvested, now all huddled together. While the beans were boiling, I’d help with the harvesting.

While my father shelled the beans and my mother prepared to boil them, Ara, Seon-ah, and I continued to harvest.

“This is kind of fun.”

Seon-ah seemed to enjoy it more than expected, as if she were on a rural experience trip. She also took the opportunity to snap cute photos of Ara and the clumsy yet endearing Gomgom harvesting beans.

– Keep it up! Keep it up!

Frey, acting as the cheerleader, was enthusiastically cheering us on. Come to think of it, she did the same for the slimes in the fairy village…

“Guys! The beans are done!”

“Yes!”

“Ooh! Beans!”

As they say, even Mount Geumgang is best enjoyed after a meal.

I called all the slimes that were working. Let’s eat first and then continue!

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Zhuge is a user skilled in tactics and strategy. With his abilities, he serves as a tactical strategist for a kingdom on the Chinese server. Favored by the king, he has led numerous large-scale battles to victory on the most populous Chinese server.

“Korean users?” In comparison to the battles Zhuge has won, they are nothing. Everything was superior in China. The average level of participants was more than 10 levels higher, and the artifacts were overwhelmingly superior among Chinese users.

“Defenders have an advantage in territorial wars?” This was true. But because of this, China secured 100 more users than Korea. Victory seemed certain. The world anticipated this outcome. Just by looking at the Ares Play Toto, it was clear. The Ares Play Toto’s victory predictions had China at 92.7%. Zhuge, too, bet his entire fortune on China’s victory.

“In such a certain situation, what’s needed is a more overwhelming victory.” The advantage of having 100 more users was clear. He filled these 100 slots with those specialized in mass combat, led by the second-ranked necromancer, Wei. Of course, Zhuge devised the best strategy.

“Korea doesn’t have any users with significant divine power. Even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to handle this many troops.” This was the clear limitation of skills. Zhuge’s goal for capturing the Korean fortress was 2 hours and 30 minutes. But soon, Zhuge was taken aback by the appearance of a white bell.

“What on earth is that bell…?” Zhuge’s plan was perfect. No, it had been perfect. 

“We’ve studied and studied about you, Zhuge,” said Nel. 

If not for the variable that was Nel. From a few days before the continental war, Nel had been researching Zhuge’s tactics and preparing numerous countermeasures. Nel and Hyun-soo’s preparations in the forge were extensive, and one of their efforts now appeared.

The appearance of a woman on the fortress wall captivated viewers worldwide.

“She is beautiful.”

“She is nobility incarnate.”

“It’s like seeing the word ‘pure white’ with our eyes!”

“The Saintess’ child, Belia, has appeared.”

The Saintess’ child. The top priest class on the Korean server. Standing next to Hyun-soo, her palm touched the Bell of Ramas. 

“Save us from evil.”

[Divine power imbues.]

[Greater divine power overflows from the Bell of Ramas.]

[Divine power imbues.]

[Greater divine…]

Along with it, Hyun-soo, who had forged the Bell of Ramas using the skill Counter (反) within the fortress, swung his hammer back. The undead were almost touching the fortress walls.

Daaaaaaaaang-!

At the moment of impact, a massive wave of divine power spread out.

Thud-!

“Gah!”

“Wow, what is that!?”

Users stepped back from the wave. Additionally, the basic ability of the Bell of Ramas was significantly enhanced by Belia’s divine power.

[Weakens undead within a 10km radius by 48%.]

Ki-heeeeeeek

Kya-haaaaaak-

Ki-hi-i-i-i-ik!!!!

The undead touched by the wave of divine power writhe in agony as if swept away by a wave of light.

“I, I can’t believe it.”

“A wide-area debuff swallowing up 2,200 undead!”

“I’ve never heard of such a skill in my life!”

“Of course not, it’s not a skill. It’s an artifact!!!”

The astonishing events weren’t over yet. The specialty of the Bell of Ramas was not only weakening the undead but also bestowing strength upon those who killed them.

[You have heard the sacred bell sound.]

[Attack and defense against undead increased by 18%.]

“Wo, woahhhhhhh!”

“Waaahhhhh!”

At that moment, a thunderous cheer erupted among the Korean users. Commander Lee Hwan was surprised.

“The morale of our forces has skyrocketed?”

The participation of Hyun’s Forge didn’t initially raise Lee Hwan’s expectations. They were just people who had hunted the first calamity.

“Fire at will!”

The users pulling back their arrows were the most astonished. Normally, undead at around level 340 wouldn’t die even after being hit by four arrows. But now they were crumbling with just two arrows. It was a reversal. The speed at which the undead were being killed was now far outpacing their advance. Lee Hwan was focused on something else.

“A wide-area debuff beyond common sense.”

There was a downside to this. Those with high status ailment resistance could ignore this power. As proof, the undead summoned by the top-ranked necromancers continued to push forward. Many of them resisted the bell sound.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Around 200 users hidden among the undead unleashed magic and skills. The allied forces suffered more significant losses. Many undead still hid among them. Lee Hwan looked at the necromancers hiding behind the melee users across the bridge.

“If we can’t take them down, the mass battle will continue.”

At that moment, Lee Hwan saw it.

“They’re coming…!”

Around 150-220 enemies. The reason China was most feared was approaching. The enemies clad in black armor were terrifying because they were fully supported by the Black Dragon Smithy.

“How many?”

Lee Hwan was bewildered by the items hidden under the robes they wore.

“Unique, unique, unique, unique…”

They possessed defenses far beyond common sense and their weapons were also covered in unique items.

“What do you think of the current situation?” asked a woman named Nel.

“In the beginning, they’ll defend tightly, but eventually, they’ll start to get pushed back. The person leading them now is Kou, ranked 15th in the world.”

Lee Hwan spoke with a bitter smile.

“Of course, I can take him down. But it will be difficult amidst so many undead.”

“As expected.”

At that moment, the castle gate opened.

To counter Kou and the users, the Korean users were stepping up. Soon, Lee Hwan would join them. At that moment, Nel looked at Lee Hwan with eyes full of faith.

“In that case, please make sure to succeed. We will eliminate all the undead.”

Lee Hwan had a puzzled expression. Then,

[Dark Night (黑夜)]

Suddenly, it was as if someone had turned off the lights, and pitch-black darkness descended, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.

[Primal Fear is stimulated.]

[The enemy’s hearing is completely paralyzed.]

[Allies’ hearing is not paralyzed.]

“What, what’s going on!?”

“Aahhhh!”

“Heeek!”

Lee Hwan and the Korean users’ hearing remained intact. They could hear the screams of the Chinese users. Lee Hwan imagined it.

“Not being able to see is bearable.”

But having one’s hearing paralyzed too, that brings a huge fear. Is something wrong with this game? Is my device malfunctioning? Where am I? Claustrophobia might set in.

At that moment, Nel spoke.

“We have a more than 90% chance of losing.”

Lee Hwan agreed. It was a humiliating but factual statement.

“I believe this method can raise our win rate by at least 10%.”

Lee Hwan had a puzzled expression in the darkness. Nel’s subsequent words:

“This is a plan devised by Crazy Rookie. People are convinced that China is attacking and Korea is defending.”

What is she talking about?

“But from now on, we are…”

Lee Hwan’s eyes wavered as he listened. Then,

Clap-

The dark world suddenly brightened.

***

Zhuge was bewildered. He too was trembling in fear from the pitch-black darkness and the loss of sound. When the world brightened, and all status effects were lifted, Zhuge was more shocked than he had ever been in his life.

“What, what is this…?”

And the necromancer Wei, ranked 8th in the world, couldn’t hide his bewilderment either.

“Zhuge… is what I’m seeing real…?”

Neither Zhuge, Wei, nor anyone present had imagined this. Wei’s face stiffened as he looked around. The necromancers were gathered, continuously summoning undead.

Gulp-

Wei swallowed hard. Since entering the world rankings, he had experienced all sorts of things. But this was beyond expectations.

“Damn… you’re the defenders, and we’re the attackers, you crazy bastard!”

Yes, territorial wars are divided into defense and attack. But right above them, Hyun-soo was holding the Twin Dragon Sword, looking down on them. This was Hyun-soo’s plan. Created by the calamity, Dark Night plunged the world into darkness, paralyzing all enemies’ hearing. But not the caster, Hyun-soo. He could see and hear everything. With the leap of the disaster, he flew straight into the sky.

Hyun-soo’s Twin Dragon Sword became etched with runes.

[Three-foot Oath to Heaven (三尺誓天)]

[Swearing to the heavens with a three-foot sword,]

[Mountains and rivers tremble (山河動色).]

[The mountains and rivers quake.]

Swoooosh—

A massive pressure descended from the Twin Dragon Sword, crushing the gathered necromancers and their summons. In a hurry, the necromancers raised bone shields from the ground, creating a massive bone wall between themselves and the oncoming force. Zhuge’s face turned pale. The necromancers’ weakness lay in their low HP, akin to that of wizards. No matter how many walls they put up, they were merely novices before such overwhelming power.

The final sentence was inscribed.

[One Sweep to Annihilate (一揮掃蕩).]

[Sweeping away everything with one stroke,]

[Blood dyes the mountains and rivers (血染山河).]

[Blood stains the mountains and rivers.]

Hyun-soo knew better than anyone. This only increased their chances of victory by 10%. In the end, Korea would again be close to falling at a rapid pace. However, if the undead no longer appeared, Korea would take a step forward. No, to be precise:

“I approach MVP status.”

He was tired of hiding and waiting for an opportunity. He wanted to show everything. Drawing back with all his might, he struck down the Twin Dragon Sword towards the 80 necromancers.

“The cry of the sword.”

Kiiiiing—

Their thoughts were paralyzed, and screams and groans erupted.

“Aaahhh!”

“Who is that guy, kill him!”

“You crazy bastard!”

“We are the defenders, and you are the attackers!”

Finally, the sword fell, shattering the bone wall they had created with immense power. That power began to tear apart the necromancers and summoners, including Wei.

At that moment:

“Where is it!?”

“The VVIP room!”

Doctor Kim Jin-seop and the nurses were running.

“Please, let it not be true…!”

Jin-seop’s heart pounded as he ran, the sound getting closer. 

Beeeeeep— 

It was the sound of a vitals machine monitoring a heart. There were two possibilities in this case. Either the patient had died, or someone had removed the vitals machine from the patient.

Soon arriving at the VVIP room, Jin-seop’s eyes widened.

“…”

The bed was empty. He couldn’t hide his bewilderment. Then he heard a mechanical sound. Though it was faint, like the hum of a refrigerator, Jin-seop heard it clearly at that moment. He slowly turned his head with an incredulous expression.

“A capsule…”

The virtual reality game Ares’ capsule was operating.

***

Ren, the blacksmith of the Beginner’s Zone, was flustered.

A tall middle-aged man, standing at 183 cm, was looking at him with a small smile.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Your name is Ren, right?”

The reason for Ren’s bewilderment was because this man looked exactly like his master. The middle-aged man spoke again.

“I want to see my son, Hyun-soo. Do you know where I need to go?”

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Patron 12

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A year is indeed a long time. It was enough time for Alon to officially undergo the succession ceremony and become the Count of Palatio, and it also allowed him to steadily become accustomed to the duties that a Count must manage. However, one year is by no means enough time for an ordinary person with no prior knowledge of swordsmanship to become a “Master Knight.”

“Evan.”

“Yes?”

“Master Knight… that means Swordmaster, right?”

“Yes… that’s correct.”

Swordmaster.

To Alon, who had read countless fantasy novels, the title seemed rather unimpressive. However, unlike other mass-produced fantasy settings where simply wielding an aura blade was enough to be considered a Swordmaster, Alon knew that the Swordmasters of this world operated on a completely different scale.

Information about the Swordmasters of Psychedelia flashed through Alon’s mind.

In this world, a Swordmaster wasn’t just someone who could wield an “aura blade.” A Swordmaster was a being who, beyond that, could unlock a unique ability called a “Derivative” and could leap over castle walls with a single bound. In other words, a Swordmaster in this world was more accurately described as a superhuman rather than just a swordsman who wielded an aura-clad blade.

“So, are you telling me that Deus has become one of those Swordmasters?”

“…Well, technically, he’s just on the verge of becoming one. While it’s true that he’s been recognized as a Master Knight, according to information from the guild, he hasn’t yet created a Derivative.”

“…? Then he’s not really a Master Knight, is he?”

“That might be due to the northern barbarians.”

“Ah.”

At Evan’s words, Alon immediately understood why Deus was recognized as a Master Knight.

“War?”

“Yes.”

Caliburn had been waging war against the northern barbarians for over ten years, and last year, they had lost one of their five Master Knights in the northern conflict. Remembering this, Alon nodded.

“They’re trying to quell anxiety while also proclaiming that they’re still strong.”

“There are probably a few other reasons as well, but that seems to be the main one.”

“So, Deus isn’t quite at the level of a Master Knight yet?”

“No, it’s just that he hasn’t unlocked his Derivative yet. But according to the Information Guild, he’s already considered to be at the level of a Master Knight. They say that even Fiola, the Fourth Sword and a Master Knight herself, was defeated by Deus in a duel.”

Hearing Evan’s words, Alon let out a small laugh and muttered to himself.

“…How old is the youngest Master Knight?”

“As far as I know, the youngest was 32 years old. Reinhardt, the First Sword of Caliburn, held the record. Or at least, he used to.”

“Was he the youngest?”

“Yes. Isn’t he quite famous?”

Alon nodded at Evan’s words. While he wasn’t particularly interested in fame, he knew that Reinhardt was an extraordinarily powerful individual. He remembered how Reinhardt always appeared during the third main episode of the game to temporarily assist the protagonist as an ally.

‘Didn’t he start wielding a sword at the age of five with incredible talent?’

Recalling the typical narration that would accompany Reinhardt’s entrance as a companion, Alon let out a laugh. It had taken Reinhardt over twenty years to reach the level of a Master Knight, despite his unbelievable talent and strength.

“…Becoming a Master Knight in just one year… does that even make sense?”

“It’s absolutely unbelievable. Even those with talent take five years just to awaken mana, ten years to envelop their swords in it, and decades to create a Derivative. Yet Deus cleared the first two stages in just one year.”

As Evan spoke, clicking his tongue with a hint of envy, Alon found himself unconsciously rubbing his chin.

‘I knew he had talent, but I never imagined it would be to this extent… Well, it’s a good thing.’

From Alon’s perspective, Deus’s success wasn’t something to mourn but to celebrate. The more successful Deus became, the more opportunities Alon would have to benefit from it in the future.

‘Opportunities… I should be able to seize them, right?’

Alon glanced at the letters sitting on a desk in the corner of his office. The letters were from Yutia, who was in the Holy Kingdom of Rosario.

‘…Or maybe I won’t…’

The reason Alon had such a conflicted expression was that over the past year, he had only received letters from Yutia. It seemed that the five of them were still communicating with each other.

‘Well, I guess it can’t be helped since I’ve never met them in person. But still, I prepared personal gifts for each of them, so not getting even a word of thanks feels a bit too much, doesn’t it…?’

Though Alon’s expression remained neutral, there was a hint of frustration as he shook his head slightly. In truth, considering his original goal, Alon should have been grateful that the Five Sins hadn’t destroyed any kingdoms.

And so, with a slightly bitter expression, Alon thought to himself:

‘As long as they’re living well, that’s enough for me.’

***

In the central district of Caliburn’s capital, Kirdam, there is a grand mansion located in the southern area, where only the highest-ranking nobles of the country reside. It was here that Deus Macallian, the leader of the famous knight order “Eclipse” and the youngest person in the country to be granted the title of Master Knight, lived.

“Whew—”

In a stately office that wasn’t quite to his taste but one he used nonetheless, Deus let out a quiet sigh, gazing leisurely out the window toward the mansion’s garden.

“Brother!”

He spotted a young girl with the same deep purple eyes as him, waving at him with a bright smile from the garden. Seeing her, Deus couldn’t help but smile back.

The girl waved for a while before resuming her walk around the garden, and as Deus watched her, he found himself reminiscing about the past year—about the moment he had met the family he thought was dead and received the gift from the Great Moon.

A year ago, Deus Macallian had already joined the Blue Moon and was operating under its guidance. However, unlike Yutia, he wasn’t blindly devoted to the Great Moon. Although he was aware that the Great Moon had saved his life, that alone wasn’t enough to make him pledge his loyalty.

Thus, the reason Deus Macallian was affiliated with the Great Moon back then was twofold: First, to receive training from Yutia, and second, because the Great Moon had promised him the chance for revenge against the “Black Sheep.”

After all, since losing his family—whom he valued as much as his own life—Deus had been consumed by anger and festering hatred, unable to sleep at night.

Therefore, when he first received his mission, Deus wasn’t particularly pleased with it. While he understood that his previous tasks under the Blue Moon were meant to deal with dark entities, this new mission seemed entirely out of the blue.

But when he arrived in Caliburn and reached the small inn in the southern region, where the letter from the Great Moon mentioned a “gift,” Deus couldn’t believe his eyes. His sister, who should have been killed by the Black Sheep, was there, alive and well, working at the inn.

“Ahem.”

Deus cleared his throat awkwardly, even though no one else was around. Thinking back, he still felt embarrassed about how, upon seeing his sister at the inn, he had immediately embraced her and burst into tears.

After that emotional reunion, Deus learned about everything that had happened to his sister, Silly. She recounted how she had been dragged into a dark place by the Black Sheep, waiting for her turn to be killed when a bright light suddenly pulled her back outside. She had nearly been sold to a slaver but was saved by a man named Evan. Then, Count Palatio had provided her with precious medicine and continued to support and protect her until Deus arrived.

After hearing all of this, Deus couldn’t help but wonder how the Great Moon had known all of these things. He had never mentioned his family to anyone in the Blue Moon, nor did Yutia know anything about what had happened to him, except that he had been attacked by the Black Sheep.

But before long, Deus stopped pondering this mystery. Instead, he recalled Yutia’s words—the words she would often say to him.

“He knows everything.”

“Soon, you’ll understand why I follow Him.”

At first, he had dismissed those words, but now they were starting to make sense. Remembering them, Deus offered his gratitude to the Great Moon.

For someone like him, who had been consumed by vengeance, the survival of his sister, and the fact that his own name had been secretly protecting her, was the greatest gift and an incomparable blessing.

‘No matter what happens…’

Deus vowed to repay this kindness. Following the Great Moon’s orders, he became a knight in Caliburn.

Ironically, becoming a knight was easy for him. Aside from his existing abilities, Deus discovered that he had a surprising and exceptional talent for the sword.

“He knows everything.”

It was then that Deus realized that Yutia’s words weren’t just blind fanaticism but the truth. And by the time he became a knight, Deus understood why the Great Moon had sent him here to become a knight.

‘My mission is to create a royal guard.’

Whether it was because of the battles with the barbarians or not, Caliburn allowed anyone who gained the king’s recognition to form a knight order. Moreover, if someone became a Master Knight, they were permitted to exceed the usual limit on the number of members in their knight order.

But this knight order wouldn’t be made up of street thugs. Instead, it would be composed of talented swordsmen who had come to Caliburn to become knights.

“Commander, it’s time.”

“Alright.”

Deus stood up, acknowledging the knight who had spoken to him with eyes full of respect.

He headed toward the training grounds. The knights, dressed in the black iron armor that symbolized Eclipse, were preparing to depart on an expedition to fight the barbarians. Standing on the inspection platform, Deus looked over the assembled knights.

He knew that not all of them would return with smiles on their faces.

However, for Deus, this wasn’t a significant issue. The knight order, the royal guard that would serve the Great Moon, needed to be stronger—far stronger than they were now. Deus knew all too well that the Great Moon didn’t desire a knight order that would fall to mere northern barbarians.

And so, unlike other knight commanders who would encourage and inspire their troops, Deus drew his sword and quietly uttered the motto of Eclipse.

“Prove yourself under the moon.”

With those words, he embarked on the expedition to fight the barbarians, aiming to create the greatest knight order worthy of serving the Great Moon.

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Round 112

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I returned to Korea and headed straight to the dungeon.

My family was with me now.

Gomgom and woffy were being affectionate with the family they hadn’t seen in a long time, and Kkumuris was wandering around the village as usual.

The slimes, including Mark2, proudly showed off the freshly harvested crops before they all started feasting.

Although it had only been a few days, this leisurely and peaceful atmosphere was very welcome.

“Ah, yes, this is it. This is the life of slime welfare officer Lee Kyu-seong.”

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! What are you eating by yourself? What does it taste like?”

My parents, who had worried about us, came to the airport to greet us as soon as we returned.

Seon-ah also came running late, and since it was the weekend, we planned to visit the Dungeon of Gluttony.

“Is our Ara hungry?”

“Always hungry!”

-Gwoong!

“Gomgom is hungry too. Alright, let’s make something delicious together with grandma.”

“Good idea!”

-Kkuwang!

Leaving Ara with the family, I decided to head towards the goblins.

When I boarded Purr and checked the mini-map, I could see my current location, Ara, and Mammon’s icons.

‘The others aren’t showing up, huh?’

I wondered if only the Seven Deadly Sins were marked separately.

“I’ll go check the mines!”

“Alright.”

Since I had already told the family about the new settlers, I headed straight for the mines, bringing plenty of food along.

Even while I was away, the automated farm continuously produced crops.

Given the number of goblins, it was necessary to expand the fields.

Since I was expanding the fields, I planned to cultivate the land near the mines, letting a few slimes loose and having the goblins manage it themselves.

This way, I wouldn’t have to bother bringing them food.

As I rode Purr, the refreshing breeze wrapped around my body.

I could hear the rustling of leaves and smell the cozy scent of the dungeon.

-( ˃ ⩌˂)۶

-(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

The fairies we met along the way greeted us warmly.

Ah! Come to think of it, how are the Meluca flowers doing?

‘I should check on them first.’

We now had Mammon.

I wondered if I had to keep leveling up Poispois because of the poison, but now Mammon could replace that role.

As soon as I arrived at the World Tree Fairy Village, Frey came out riding a Starlight Bug.

-Lord!

“Frey, how have you been? How are the kids?”

-The little green guys? They’re utterly smitten with me! Hohoho! It must be my radiant beauty.

“……”

I wasn’t sure who she was calling little green guys, but it was a relief they were getting along well.

Since the goblin mine was close to the village of Alfheim, I had been a bit worried.

“How’s Meluca doing?”

-Hmm, there are bigger buds than before, but they don’t seem like they’re going to bloom.

“Really?”

When I reacted without much concern, Frey anxiously waved her hands.

-There aren’t many Meluca seeds left! What should we do, Lord?

“I have a solution.”

-Gasp! Really?!

I went to the field to check the flowers.

Not that my inspection would change anything, but I might as well check on the slimes while I was there.

“Oh, Poispois. You’ve dug up a lot.”

-Kwuleng-!

Poispois, who was in charge of the Meluca flower field, proudly showed the collected magic stones.

The horn filled with pride was visible.

‘Grade 1, Grade 1, Grade 2… Oh! There’s even a Grade 4.’

While it wasn’t a significant help in maintaining the dungeon’s magic, it was still quite profitable.

I had Bokkeum, whom I had brought along, collect them all, then I also brought Poispois.

“Frey, let’s go together.”

-To see the little green guys?

“Yeah. And Mammon will solve the Meluca flower problem.”

-The red guy?!

Her wide-eyed expression was cute.

She didn’t seem to know about Mammon’s poison abilities, so I decided to show her this time.

Including Poispois and Frey in the group, we rode to the mine.

It wasn’t far from the World Tree, so we quickly found the goblins.

-Kirik!

-Kirik! Kirik!

They jumped up and down like children when they saw me.

Looking to one side, I saw neatly stacked minerals sorted by type.

“Have you been well?”

-Kirik?

At that moment, a red goblin sprang out from the depths of the mine, holding a gemstone I had named Arabyul.

-You have arrived, my lord!

“How have you been?”

-I have been living very happily!

Seeing Mammon speak with such a bright smile lifted my spirits too. Then, Mammon’s eyes gleamed as he spoke.

-My lord! Our first masterpiece is finally completed!

“First masterpiece?”

-Bring the masterpiece, everyone!

At Mammon’s command, a few goblins scurried off and soon returned, dragging something with great effort.

It was quite large and covered with a cloth, so I couldn’t tell what it was.

“What is this?”

-Reveal it!

With a flourish, the cloth was pulled away, revealing a statue as tall as I am. No, it was a sculpture. And it looked exactly like me.

Is that supposed to be me?

“Uh….”

-How do you like it? Perfect proportions! Sharp nose and jawline! Even the delicate muscles!

“Is this really me?”

-Yes! It’s you, my lord!

The overly idealized version of myself made Frey, who was watching, blurt out.

-It doesn’t look like you at all.

-What, what are you talking about!? It’s a spitting image!

Either way, it hurt my feelings. It was like being hit twice as hard.

“Well, uh, thanks, I guess.”

-You’re welcome!

“Is this just stone?”

-Sometimes we come across large boulders during the mining process, so we decided to make something with it! We wanted to show you our skills!

It was indeed a display of exceptional sculpting skills. The fact that they made such a handsome and impressive statue showed their talent clearly.

-Hmph! We can do things like this too!

At that moment, Frey approached the statue and began to touch it. Mammon waved his hands in a panic.

-What, what are you doing!? How dare you touch the sacred form of our lord!

“I’m right here, you know.”

Frey and Mammon argued over the now more precious statue, but I soon realized Frey was adding small details.

“Oh, wow.”

She was decorating the previously plain statue with beautiful patterns and textures. While it was cute and mysterious, it wasn’t exactly to my taste, but it was undoubtedly impressive.

-Hmph, hmm.

Mammon watched Frey’s sculpting with a grudging admiration.

-How do you like it, my lord? Isn’t it much better now?

-Not bad at all.

Watching the two of them work well together, I just smiled.

“Nice. Both of you are very talented.”

-Hehe.

-All goblins are good at sculpting, but I have the skills to be called the grand master! Hahaha!

The two little ones looked pleased with the praise. Since things had turned out this way, I wondered if I should ask them to make statues of the others too.

“Is it difficult to make sculptures like this?”

-It is difficult, but we can do it!

So, it’s tough. That makes me hesitant to ask. But Mammon, with his newfound confidence, reassured me.

-The difficulty makes it more fun. It fuels our craftsmanship.

“Oh, so you enjoy sculpting?”

-Yes! In fact, where we lived, we didn’t even have rocks like these, so we used to dig up the dirt to make sculptures.

Mammon’s story made me feel a bit sad, but he seemed excited.

-But here, there are plenty of rocks! It’s not easy, but we’re all looking forward to working with the mined ores!

“Ah, I had something to tell you about that.”

-Please speak, my lord!

“First of all, in return for your work, you’ll naturally get food. We will also build a village here for you. And the minerals you mine? We’ll allocate a certain amount to you.”

-Gasp!

I still didn’t know the exact reserves of this mine, but given the size of the mountain, it was vast. I had thought about measuring its circumference, but it covered such a wide area that I hadn’t checked it yet.

‘Anyway, because of the mini-map, I’ll need to explore the dungeon.’

In the past, it would have been impossible, but now with Woofy and Purr, it seemed feasible to tour the dungeon.

“Store half of the mined minerals, and the other half, you can make whatever you want. Out of that, you can keep a quarter for yourselves.”

-A quarter of a quarter of a quarter of a quarter?

“I mean, you can keep a quarter.”

-Oh, ohhh!

The gathered goblins seemed puzzled, tilting their heads in confusion. Watching them, I decided to unload the supplies I had brought first.

When I set Bokkeum down, it automatically started unloading the food. The goblins’ reactions were quite a sight.

-Kirik!

-Kiririk!

Some goblins cheered, others prostrated themselves, and some even wept with joy, each expressing their happiness in their own way.

“Call everyone over. Work is important, but eating comes first.”

-A-Are we not slaves?

“…What are you talking about, Mammon?”

Wasn’t this the same guy who had said he was happy sculpting just a while ago?

Of course, considering how he became my servant, I could understand the confusion. But after all the crops they had eaten, did they really think they were slaves?

‘Those crops could fetch a good price if sold…’

I wasn’t doing this for money, but if I wanted to, I could become rich. Although I did want to be rich, it was a matter of pace—becoming wealthy naturally or aggressively.

My goal was to enjoy this peaceful life and be happy with my family.

“Don’t worry, just eat.”

-Aren’t you going to eat, my lord?

“Should I have a bite?”

I had planned to eat with my family later, but having a little here wouldn’t stop me from eating when I got back. Initially, I intended to use the time while the goblins ate to outline the village size and plot the fields.

As I sat down, Frey naturally took a seat on my lap.

“I brought some World Tree mushrooms. Would you like some?”

-I would love that!

I cut the mushrooms into small pieces for Frey and joined the goblins in eating the crops.

Since it was enough for 500 goblins, I couldn’t cook it all, so it was all raw fruits and vegetables.

“Mmm!”

-Delicious!

-Mmm!

It felt refreshing to eat the crops in their natural state after a long time. They were delicious even raw, so the satisfaction was the same.

Chomp chomp!

The goblins quickly gathered, chatting and laughing as they ate. Seeing their happy faces made me feel good too.

-Kirik! Kirik!

Some goblins approached me, chattering excitedly, and Mammon translated for them.

-They are grateful not only for the full stomachs but also for the delicious food they are tasting for the first time in their lives!

“Right, right. You are part of my family now, so it’s your rightful privilege. Anyone under my care will never go hungry and will always eat delicious food.”

-…My lord, sniff.

Mammon wiped away a tear, and I convinced myself.

Yes, I am a goblin welfare officer. I’m not trying to exploit them. Ahem.

“Oh, by the way, Mammon, I had a request for you.”

-Anything you need, my lord!

I said no one would go hungry, but there were some in danger of starving.

I looked down at Frey, who was eating mushrooms on my lap, and said,

“Can you make some poison for me?”

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