Episode 98
King of Kings.
Before the release of Horizon, VR games dominated the Chinese continent.
Shao Hei was a pro gamer at Wang Ziwang.
It is not a full dive 100% realistic virtual reality game like Horizon, but it uses motion capture to reproduce body movements.
The battle royale game where you have to become a prince and fight to become a king was the King of Kings.
Xiao Hei’s nickname is the King of Gupae.
About 80% win rate in online matches.
100% win rate in practice room evaluation matches.
In terms of skill alone, he was a being worthy of being called a living legend.
But he was unlucky.
Prince Jiwang is a battle royale game in which each stage starts anew.
Xiao Hei was undefeated in civil war and online ranking matches, but suffered defeat every time in tournaments.
Eight runners-up, one third place, and twenty-three knockout tournaments.
A new opportunity came to him.
Horizon.
It is not a matching game like Prince Jiwang, which starts anew every time, but an RPG where levels and abilities are accumulated.
‘If it’s here, I won’t lose.’
Xiao Hei, who started on the Korean server after being scouted for a lot of money, actually boasted undefeated so far.
He was Cursed.
“please.”
“hmm.”
As Kurd stepped forward, one of Umigan also stepped forward.
“hahahaha, if you want to fight Mr. Tub, defeat me first. You guys!”
Derheim, a warrior user who collides with his right hand with his shield.
Like a back alley fight, the battle started right away without anyone saying anything.
The preemptive strike belonged to Derheim.
“War Cry!”
As the roar rang out, members of the lower-level organization covered their ears.
“War Cry? You have to be level 270 to use that!”
The Chinese organizers were astonished.
At level 270, it was higher than Jinpyeongwi and even higher than Tubl.
Not to mention, the level of the Cursed fighting in front of me is only 225!
“It’s not over yet! Bash!”
Derheim, who overpowered the steamer, rushed into the body.
Whirik, wielding an ax while chasing Cursed who is dodging to the side.
‘Oh, it’s a grand war.’
Fafnir watched the battle from inside the store.
‘Shield warrior Derheim vs spearman Kursdra… … .’
Few equipment has as much advantage as a shield against melee class opponents.
Hard metal walls can effectively block spears and sword blades.
After blocking the enemy’s attack, it is possible to take the initiative and counterattack.
An effective strategy is to continuously hit arrows or magic from a distance.
Even that was not easy in the current situation.
however… … .
‘Still, that match… … . Derheim will lose.’
Fafnil hardened his expression.
‘It’s only when all the actions are read like that… … . No matter how good the match is, the answer won’t come out.’
It is the same case as in a fighting game, no matter how good a character is chosen, it is pushed back by skill.
As time passed, the victory and defeat began to become clear.
“omg… … . omg… … . omg… … .”
Derheim’s whole body is soaked in blood and panting.
On the other hand, the other person was not breathing and looked fine.
Just like a hunter slowly suffocating a beast of prey.
It was thanks to the one-sided push that did not allow a single counterattack or attack throughout the duel.
-Derheim: 2%
-Cursed : 100%
There was only one reason why this was possible.
skill difference. It’s overwhelming too!
“There are too many different tiers.”
“… … aaa!”
Cursed monologued.
Derheim, who couldn’t stand it for a moment, rushed.
“no!”
The moment Tubul cried out in astonishment.
Cursed, who easily dodged the ax to the side, swung the spear.
-Derheim has died.
“oh my god.”
“It’s like twisting a child’s wrist with a high-level user over level 270… … .”
Umiganpa users looked forward with disbelief.
“Whoop whoop… … .”
Jinpyeongwi’s catfish lips smirked.
After entering the rankings as a Chinese player.
Cursed received numerous requests and achieved a 100% completion rate.
To invite him, the Jinpyeong Committee spent tens of millions of won.
‘But it’s worth it.’
If only Umigan is driven out, the back alleys of this city are virtually monopolized by the Yellow Dragon faction.
If you ate the entire free city of Aluin, you could pay that much in two months!
– One-on-one PVP is over.
-The winner is Cursed.
‘f*ck… … .’
Meanwhile, cold sweat ran down the spine of Tubul, who was watching the battle.
‘f*cked… … !’
Tubul imagined himself fighting Cursed.
‘I can’t win. Even if you wake up dead.’
After admitting that fact, there was only one option left.
‘For now, I have no choice but to surrender and hand over the area!’
After somehow blocking the level down of the members, wait for Ol Kindorhan’s support after reporting.
That was the best option I could make now.
‘… … Damn, if only I was stronger… … .’
Tubl gritted it.
I needed to build up some more strength in my time to play gangster.
If you have improved your skills by catching strong monsters and building skill proficiency.
I wouldn’t have had anything to surrender to a guy like that.
“portion.”
Beep beep.
Cursed, who had emptied a bottle of recovery potion, looked back at the teal.
“Are there only kids like this in Umigan? Hurry up and see the next guy.”
“… … Blessed.”
“hmm?”
I will surrender, so don’t touch the gang members.
It was just the moment Tubl was about to say that.
“Isn’t it over yet?”
Chunk. Chunk.
A young man with dark hair walked out of the tavern.
Sharp impression with moderately long hair.
In her hand, she is holding a spear that was put up for decoration in the store.
“ok?”
“What else is that… … .”
The Umigan gang tilted their heads at the appearance of a stranger.
In the meantime, Tubl shouted.
“It’s none of your business! Do you know what he is doing?”
“I don’t know.”
How would you know a character who didn’t even appear in the novel?
“But what… … . Would it be worth trying?”
Fafnir came out with a spear.
“Now, wait… … .”
“Who is your next opponent?”
“okay.”
Fafnir said with a grin.
“Come in. Let’s see your skills.”
* * *
Fafnir and Cursed faced each other with their spears.
A duel that even a moment’s inattention leads to death.
even though it’s virtual reality.
The tension was higher than the actual fight.
Shuk.
Cursed raised the spear and swung it forward little by little.
When Fafnir approached, he fell back slightly.
‘I made a realm.’
The range of the weapon’s range.
If you go inside, be prepared to be attacked by opponents.
‘I’ve reached that level with control, so I won’t miss it.’
It expands the area like that and tightens it into the opponent’s area.
Derheim suffered like that, but he fights the same way without being vigilant.
however… … .
‘What if I do this?’
Fafnir took a light step as if taking a walk.
It is rather the Cursed side that withdraws momentarily.
Every time I take a step, I step back, and the area I’ve created is all messed up.
‘… … !’
A puzzled expression appeared on Cursed’s face.
But that’s it.
Maintain an appropriate distance and continue to back away.
‘I thought he would jump right in, but that’s amazing.’
Just like real medieval knights and swordsmen compete.
Sharpness like riding on a single string.
But patience is not the only skill.
Fafnil strained his legs.
chain fluid!
A sting with great speed.
It’s an ordinary attack, but a spear blade with condensed damage that would kill you at once approached you.
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‘The distance and the initiative are all over there.’
Since the level of creativity was different, there was no choice.
Because of this, Fafnir intended this situation.
The only case where you don’t have to hit head-on.
‘It’s time to feed the counter that strikes the enemy’s spear with a spear.’
Papat, Fafnir’s spear bounced off Cursed.
Breaking Bad, Phew!
“… … !”
Cursed, with a shallow wound on his chest, stepped back.
However, Fafnir had to dig in first.
“… … !”
Cursed swung his spear like a windmill.
Anyone with a spear is bound to get caught and retreat.
However, there was one fact he overlooked.
In the first place, Fafnir was not a spearman.
Booung, Puck.
A fist clad in metal hit Kurd’s cheek.
Cursed collapsed while scattering five or six corns.
The match is over.
“Whoa.”
On the rest of the stage, Fafnir wiped his hands.
‘It’s easy.’
The controls were definitely top notch.
So, in front of more excellent control, there was no choice but to show the limit.
‘It might have been difficult if it was Derheim.’
Derheim and Cursed are polar opposite users.
Derheim, who fights using the game system rather than his own skills, and Cursed, who fights by believing in his own skills rather than the game system.
For Fafnil, the former is more threatening.
No matter how good your skills are, you can’t surpass ‘numbers’.
In particular, Fafnir, a necromancer vampire, does not have a deal to break through a control warrior wrapped in expensive items.
However, Cursed is an artisan.
He uses his refined skills to the limit, and uses improvised movements rather than skills as his long-term skill.
‘I’ve dealt with dozens of them in Dragon Hunter.’
Even those guys came to the end of the equipment.
Fafnir was not easy enough to lose to Cursed now.
“hey! finish! Put an end to it!”
tumbler shouted.
Cursed’s remaining HP is only 1%.
He wasn’t dead, but he was almost moribund.
‘You’re on the verge of death with one fist. Is it because the level is low?’
Being a necromancer, he was able to subdue him despite the weak power in his fists.
‘What the heck… … . In the original novel, there were players who were deliberately recorded in the Guinness Book of Records for low-level play.’
The concept of catching level 300 monsters while staying at level 190, avoiding the act of gaining experience points.
Compared to that, this arrangement was nothing.
“then… … .”
Fafnir raised his spear to finish.
At that moment, a man blocked his way with his body.
“for a moment! I call it Wei Qing.”
A man with a blue willow leaf tattoo on his cheek.
He was the leader of the Yellow Dragon faction and a ranker who would take over the entire city in the future.
“The match has already ended with our defeat. Please have mercy on me.”
Chuck, said Wicheng, who bowed heavily without hesitation.
“Because he is a low-level person, there is no turning back if he dies here. please.”
It’s still a low-level Curse.
If you die one more time and the level goes down.
You can’t wear the equipment you were wearing, or you can’t use various skills.
“please. I will admit defeat.”
“what… … . Hey, hey!”
Wei Qing looked back at Jin Ping Wei and said.
“Pyeongwi-nim, we lost this time.”
“It hasn’t been decided yet… … .”
“Isn’t it better than having Kurd-nim die?”
“… … .”
Jinpyeongwi’s catfish beard trembled, but he didn’t say anything and lowered his head.
“Have mercy… … .”
Fafnir stroked his chin.
If you really kill Cursed, even the Yellow Dragon faction might resist to the end.
In that case, not only did the Umiganpa who were taken hostage suffer considerable losses, but even the military could come out and subdue them if they were reckless.
‘That’s probably not what Tubble wants either.’
Fafnir nodded and said.
“Okay, then did we win this grand battle?”
“Is it possible? Of course it is.”
The moment Yu Qing nodded, a message appeared.
– Won PVP.
-Leaded a faction fight between back alley organizations to victory.
– Notoriety has risen by +10.
– Didn’t get experience points.
– Mastery skill proficiency has increased.
– The proficiency of the metal mastery skill has increased.
– Showed excellent spearmanship skills.
-Karamit’s affinity has increased by +1.
‘oh.’
The reward was later than expected.
The corners of Fafnil’s mouth went up.
On the other hand, Yu Qing carefully tried to collect Cursed and take him away.
“hey.”
Tubul, who was watching, opened his mouth at the moment.
Wei Qing’s shoulders trembled for a moment.
“Where are you running? Even if you go, you have to pay for it and go.”
“… … What do you want?”
“Release the goldsmiths right away, and overall compensation for this situation. On top of that, the Alchemist Guild back alley authority that you guys took over the other day.”
“what… … !”
“Oh, including self-sufficiency for a month. If you don’t like it, put down what you’re carrying and fight again.”
With a quick stride, Tubble, who had regained his confidence before he knew it, moved forward.
“Why, come on?”
It looked like a collection of the essence of street gangsters.