shhh-!
Pilbo’s wooden sword, which had been bent exquisitely, extended toward my chest. Expecting a shoulder strike, I hurriedly lowered my sword, but my posture went wrong.
It was a chilling moment.
Fuck!
That guy and my wooden sword collided right in front of my chest.
A blow that could be considered almost right.
Thanks to a movement I didn’t even think about, I was able to get the guy’s sword out of my body.
But still, his strength remains.
His attack is not at a level that can be received in a collapsed stance.
Pilbo’s strong attack blew me backwards. I almost broke my neck as I rolled backwards, and I was able to reconfirm the difficulty of this event.
‘Five minutes against this guy… .’
If [Agility] had not been raised through the reward of ‘Forbidden Book, Escomin’, this blow would have ended the match.
This guy’s swordsmanship, which could be considered the ultimate in debauchery and treachery, was not at a level that I could follow with my eyes alone.
‘Whoa… I have no choice but to do that.’
But I stood up while managing my expression. While brushing the sand off his clothes. Then I looked at the clock tower.
It was 2:55.
Therefore, I have to catch this guy’s attack by exactly 3 o’clock.
Read the [User Guide] item in the guy’s system log again.
[User Guide: This character has a ‘complex’ about Bastia. When attacking him, if you stimulate this complex, he will desperately attack without thinking back.]
To others, it may seem like a warning. However, as a developer, I read it as a hint.
Please stimulate him.
Having made up my mind, I calmly walked forward again and said,
“I just did it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can only do this much against a guy like me, so that’s how Bastia broke you.”
A blurry life flowed quietly from Pilbo. It was lacking. I started touching his warrior with a smirking tone.
“The escort warrior of the Frodo family. Did you really?”
“what.”
“That time, when I lost to Bastia.”
Pilbo is not a character who knows how to hide his expression. His furrowed eyebrows were warning me. If you carelessly teased even an inch of your tongue, I will kill you right here.
And I walked into the death he warned me about.
“Did you really bark like a dog for help?”
“her!”
The sigh was uttered by Bastia. Because provoking an opponent whose skill gap is obvious is crazy.
Perhaps Bastia’s assessment of me might have been downgraded from ‘a bold disciple’ to something like ‘an idiot who rushes to death’.
But I am a developer who knows the system of this game. As I expected, the smell of death began to grow clear from him.
What I needed was a life long enough to recognize this trajectory.
In other words, now I can use Johann Espertz’s secret skill, [The Smell of Death].
“You fucking bastard! Let me beg you like a dog!”
The sharpened smell of death was linearized. No matter how splendid his deviant and erratic actions are, there is only one sword that will ultimately come to me.
And that one leads to a distinct smell.
Just – Whiik – Tdadak -!
A sword attack that can be shed is deflected away, and an attack that can be avoided is avoided using ‘agility’. Then, he quickly moves his feet to reduce the number of trails leading to the smell of death.
Swook- Whiik- Shuuk-
Pilbo’s sword skills are getting bigger and bigger.
It is madness to try to counterattack just because the opponent shows an opening. Contrary to appearances, his flexible swordsmanship has a wide range of arrangements. And a person can be killed by being hit with a wooden sword enough. Even more so, the opponent is the escort warrior of the Frodo family.
Fuck! wickedness! Tsureut-
As Pilbo’s sword passed over my bowed head, my hair rose. Pilbo’s attack, which combines stabbing and slashing, has turned into a more difficult one. That attack without reason is now one by one death. I avoid and confront those deaths and quietly move toward that ending.
When Pilbo’s attack exceeded 20 points, he finally had time to catch his breath and check the time.
2:57.
It’s only been 2 minutes. During the battle, time seems to pass slowly. As if he had drunk Kirov’s yellow potion.
I didn’t forget the step to turn sideways, even though I was pushed away every time the swords collided. And Bastia, the academy’s swordsmanship teacher, saw through my intentions.
“John. You’d better just focus on the fight. Let go of the slack.”
It was the reason I kept scattering axes. To prevent Pilbo from looking directly at the unarmed Miri.
If Pilbo isn’t looking at me, a second is enough to hit her on the head as she crouches.
In exchange for not allowing that one second, Pilbo’s killing spree rained down on me one after another. I barely resisted the temptation to use the [Goblin Illusion] in front of his sword approaching at a terrifying speed.
[Dokkaebi Illusion] is a skill with recoil. After using the skill, you will faint after a while.
In this event involving Miri, who is defined as the protagonist, important information may be missed if she faints.
Just – Whiik – Tdadak -!
The pressure from the sword felt like the leather on my palms would tear. And finally, when the wooden sword he encountered exceeded 40 points, Pilbo let out a scream.
“You son of a mouse!”
He seemed to really let go of reason as he watched me dodging and attacking me. Pilbo, overcome with evil, raised his sword high up. Before long, the sight of the jackal unfolded again.
Pilbo’s red-hot wooden sword.
It started to contain strong winds.
Shit.
Is it this far?
I couldn’t have expected the stimulation of the tip of my nose that followed.
Die.
If you get hit, you die, if you block it, you die.
And the [combat thinking ability] possessed by Pilbo was exerting its effect even when he was excited. The position I was standing now explained his attack.
Miri was behind me.
Just as I constantly cared about her, this Pilbo has been waiting for this rescue.
It is impossible to prevent and cannot be avoided.
If I dodge, the blow that will fall on Miri as it is.
It was a paving stone to kill either her or me on the spot.
‘Damn it. Should I change it?’
I clenched my teeth while holding onto the [Arms of Justice], which still took the form of a wooden sword. In the history of ‘The Savior from Another World’ recorded in the setting book, the weapon of justice has several names. It is because of its characteristic that it changes shape.
‘Sword of Mulkan’ is one of those named when it is in the form of a sword.
And when it is in the form of a shield, the name given by tinkers is at least famous.
It is anti-raelcun.
If the right weapon is transformed into a shield, defense is possible. However, this would make it public that I am the owner of the [Arms of Justice]. If this fact goes into the ears of the Jackal, who is currently hostile, the Jackal will question the fact and may link me to the ‘Mulcan statue destruction incident’.
Beneath his wooden sword, filled with energy as if it were about to swell, Pilbo spoke like a spirit.
“Choose, do it!”
Of course, for me, Miri and I’s lives couldn’t be an option.
can’t help it
I prepared to change the weapon of justice into a shield. However, Pilbo’s sword did not fall right away. Thinking of what he said as ‘choose who will die’, I asked in a trembling voice.
“what?”
“I’ll die, I’ll beg you to live like a dog.”
“If I beg you, will you save me?”
“Look at the rain and think about it. First of all, your posture is bad.”
I looked at the clock tower, dragging the time as if conflicted. It was 2:59. Submission after a duel usually leads to a drop in popularity. It is not desirable to lose favor with Bastia while the event is still left.
However, that risk is not likely to be greater than being revealed as the perpetrator of the ‘damage of Mulcan’s statue’.
“If you’re going to beg, get down on your knees right now! The head is too high to beg like a dog.”
As I began to kneel, biting my lip, I thought I had heard some hallucinations.
ticking.
I turned my head and looked at the clock tower. The hands of the clock tower pointed to three o’clock.
And the strange thing started from then.
***
Grinchoff’s thread slipped into Miri’s mouth and began to stir in her mouth.
piercing the tongue
across the gums.
digging into the ball
“Keep it off.”
To silence the sound, she closed her mouth and covered it again with her hand. Into the mouth that had once been opened, Grinchoff’s thread continued to burrow. Because of the thread moving in the mouth like sewing, the mouth was filled with the taste of blood. A mixture of blood and saliva oozes out from the hand that covered his mouth.
“Sigh. sigh”
In fact, it seemed as if it was increasing infinitely. And the ‘pain’ written in the letters of the thread was not mentioned for nothing. As Grinchoff’s threads burrowed into her mouth, her tongue burst, her cheek pinched, and her gums pierced.
It hurt like crazy. It felt like I was biting into my mouth full of chestnuts. When the thread that came into her mouth became like an overlapping spider web, the letters forming the thread next to her wrist changed again.
‘Hold on a little bit, Miri. I need to reorganize your nerves.’
Miri wanted to ask.
‘Captain, are you alive?’
But she was in no condition to speak. The threads that had messed up her mouth were now starting to travel down her throat and down her body.
“Kwuwook.”
It felt like I was going to get nauseous from the foreign body sensation. Actually, it didn’t just go down, it ruthlessly tore through her veins.
“big… big… .”
The next five minutes she had to face were truly hellish. In a more concrete analogy, it was like internal surgery performed without anesthesia. The threads connected bones and muscles, blood vessels, and nerves and organs in countless ways.
“Ouch. Keugh.”
And finally, the thread that finished the round of the body came up the throat again. The thread then ran down the spinal cord and out to the head.
The final destination was Miri’s brain.
To be precise, the cerebrum, which can be called the center of the brain.
The thread wrapped around Miri’s wrist left a last message for Miri, who endured the pain for 5 minutes.
‘Now, I’ll teach you how to really fight.’
The last thread that formed the letters also slipped into her mouth. Signals made in the brain were passed along the thread and began to be reprocessed.
apart.
hot.
Her eyes, which had been closed, opened in pairs. Her neck, which had been bowed down, swelled up with the sound of a bone joint. Her foot, which had been hit and broken by the wooden sword, pressed against the ground with a broken foot.
Her body rose from the ground. Like a marionette controlled by strings.
I saw a man holding a sword over someone’s shoulder. Miri thought this annoying.
And that’s all if you clean up the annoying thing.
She pivoted on her broken leg in a great rotation. Then her left foot kicked and blew away John’s body as he tried to kneel at Pilbo.