The Otherworldly Magic Swordsman Who Disciplines the Hunter World Chapter 3

Even when he was swept up by the black curtain, he thought his life was ending like this.

Well, sure. It hadn’t been a bad life. It was a bit unfair and sad to die like a dog, but they say there is no grave without an excuse.

Recalling the comrades who had gone before him, he felt no lingering regrets. Since he had lived a reasonably honorable life without causing harm to others throughout his existence, he had no remorse.

Of course, the hazard pay and the fortune he had worked his fingers to the bone to save were a bit of a waste…

Still, after rolling around like a dog like this, perhaps he could live a decent life in the next world? He didn’t believe in reincarnation, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to start believing in it now?

With those thoughts, Julian closed and opened his eyes, only to gape at an unexpected sight.

“What is this.”

Literally, the heavens and earth had been overturned. The musty, unpleasant canyon had vanished, and before his eyes lay a dry, parched land. White dust, like ash, floated in the air.

Feeling the sweltering temperature, he glanced up to see a red sky without a single ray of sunlight.

“Hmm…?”

He scratched his head. What was it? What? What is this. What is this?

From behind where he stood frozen like a fool, a yelp! rang out. Turning around, he saw a pack of Hellhounds that looked just as foolish as he did.

The Hellhounds, panting and gasping for breath, seemed quite flustered by the current situation themselves.

Though they didn’t speak the same language, Julian felt like he understood their feelings. He never thought the day would come when he understood monsters, but truly, all sorts of things happen if you live long enough.

He subtly put some distance between himself and the monsters. Even if they didn’t attack right away, there was no telling when they might pounce.

For now, the first strike wins the day. Julian operated his mana, recalling the maxim engraved in his bones.

“…Huh?”

Surprisingly, the change was not limited to the space. The mana that had been hitting rock bottom suddenly overflowed within his body. He had never felt this full before.

Julian raised his sword and coated the blade with aura. A chill ran down his spine at the sensation, which was twice as sharp and keen as usual.

His body moved before his brain could comprehend. As long as mana was overflowing, the pack of Hellhounds was no longer a threat.

Yelp!

With a few swings of the sword, the Hellhounds tumbled down one after another. He thrust his sword into the eyes of a monster whose red veins were bulging.

Following that, he stomped down hard on another entity rushing at him. As he twisted his body and slashed horizontally, the Hellhound’s eyeballs popped out and blood sprayed everywhere.

Julian lightly flicked the blood off his sword.

Perhaps because he had infused too much mana, or perhaps because the Hellhound’s head was hard, there was a crack in the middle of the sword. He let out a sigh as he carefully examined the blade.

“I can’t do without this.”

This is my favorite sword. Carefully tucking the sword into his waist, he looked around.

There were seven Hellhounds in total surrounding him in a circle. It wasn’t a bad number.

Thinking back to the situation just before being swallowed by the black curtain, this place was truly heaven.

Handling seven of them is a piece of cake. Julian stretched, turning his head from side to side.

Without warning, he charged at the Hellhounds. Mist rose from the fingertips that gripped the monster’s scruff. Julian implemented a second magic without an incantation.

Crackle, a small spark flew. Following the mist, hundreds of lightning bolts struck the area around the monster. The Hellhound was roasted alive. His unimpressed gaze turned toward the monsters.

Every last one of them collapsed to the ground. Tap, tap, Julian prodded the corpses with the tip of his foot and wiped his forehead with a phew.

“Boy, that was tiring.”

Now that the immediate danger was handled, all that remained was to explore this unknown place. Julian looked up at the red sky and slowly moved his feet.

After walking for a while, he discovered a man approaching from far away.

The way he had his hood pulled deep down made him look suspicious to anyone. No matter how he looked at him, he was definitely human. Then, would that person know where this is, or what kind of sorcery this is?

While he was glad, he also felt doubt. He gripped the sword at his waist again to prepare for any possible situation.

“State your affiliation and name.”

The language that came out of the man’s mouth was a language Julian had never heard before in his life.

Julian’s eyes went round. Even though it was clearly an unknown language, he understood it perfectly, as if it were being plugged directly into his brain.

It wasn’t the Imperial language, nor was it the Eastern Continent language. Even after recalling every language he knew, not a single one matched.

There was something else strange. The man synthesized ice from his fingertips without a single incantation. Operating ice-attribute magic so freely, including ice spears and handcuffs, he appeared to be at least Circle 7 or higher.

Implementing high-level magic of Circle 7 or higher without an incantation? If such a person existed, it wouldn’t be strange to call them a Great Mage.

Clothes he’d never seen, a language he’d never heard, and abilities he’d never experienced.

The intuition Julian had highly developed while rolling through all sorts of battlefields moved quickly. Warning signs were scattered everywhere.

Perhaps something else was more dangerous than a Hellhound.

Until he figured out the man’s identity, the best plan was to lie low.

Even when he was put in ice handcuffs, he wondered if this was right… but after accompanying the man for less than ten minutes, he was certain.

As always, he had made the right decision this time too.

He arrived at a massive building after riding a vehicle that was several times faster than a carriage and had an insane ride quality. Everything that existed was so unusual and strange that it made his head spin. Julian let out an exclamation about once every minute.

How much further did they go like that? While he was briefly disappointed by a wooden door that felt somewhat ordinary, a group of people was gathered inside.

“So… you picked this person up from a dungeon?”

The man who had dragged Julian here, Gong Siyoung, nodded with a face caked in fatigue.

During the journey here, he had already been harassed to no end by Julian’s fussing. Even now, voices shouting “Wow, this is crazy!” seemed to ring like hallucinations.

Gong Siyoung turned his head with a shudder.

“I’m leaving.”

With that irresponsible remark, he headed for the door. Just before exiting, Gong Siyoung turned his head slightly. He pointed at Julian as if giving a warning.

“That human is definitely not sane.”

It was a statement that could be a warning or an insult. He heartlessly slammed the door shut with a bang!. A strange silence lingered in the room after Gong Siyoung disappeared.

At the gazes pouring toward him, Julian wore a smile out of habit. There were five men in total facing him. Every single one of them had eyes full of wariness.

Given the situation, he also made some deductions. If he had been sucked into a black curtain and encountered humans and civilization he’d never seen before in his life at the place he emerged?

‘Could it be that this is the other world I’ve only heard rumors about?’

Whether it was another world or that world, it was certainly not the world Julian had been living in. He vigorously waved his hand toward the people of the other world.

“Hello?”

In his heart, he wanted to wave his hand, but the frozen handcuffs were still tightly fastened to his wrists. He tried to wave as favorably as he possibly could, but somehow the silence only deepened.

Is this not it? Julian finally checked the people’s reactions.

At a glance, the man standing in front of him seemed to be the person in charge here. Since he was wearing black glasses, his eyes could not be seen.

He was tall and had a good build, but he didn’t look like a swordsman or a warrior. Rather, a mage?

“Shall we sit down and talk for now?”

The man pointed to a table. Julian obediently followed the man and sat down.

As if they had been waiting, the other men took their seats with him in the middle. The way they were openly wary might have felt unpleasant, but Julian was distracted by something else entirely.

“The chair… has wheels on it?”

He subtly kicked his feet. He had only pushed slightly, but the chair moved smoothly.

What is this fluffy and soft feeling? The flat cushioning and the sliding wheels were amazingly sophisticated.

Could it be that they cast magic on the chair? However, no matter how much he checked, there were no traces of refined magic stones or magic being used.

It felt almost like sliding on top of clouds. He let out exclamations of wonder and surprise while rolling his feet this way and that.

Rattle, rattle, the chair moved distractingly. The chair, which had been moving here and there in a trance, came to a sudden halt at some point.

The startled Julian looked back. Following the hand gripping the back of the chair upward, he saw the man in black glasses giving a warning with a smiling face.

“If you’re done playing, can we talk now?”

Julian nodded obediently. I shouldn’t mess around. With that thought, he politely folded his hands.

“First, I will introduce myself. Although you might already know. I am Gong Sijin, the Guild Master of the Yeollak Guild.”

Is he asking to shake hands? Julian held out his hand without much thought. Gong Sijin gestured to a man in the back.

The man who approached took Julian’s hands in his. To be precise, they were ice handcuffs, but anyway.

At the same time the man’s gaze changed, a flow of mana was felt.

A warm energy rose above his hands. Clang! The handcuffs shattered and scattered into pieces.

Only then did Julian, having regained his freedom, fiddle with his wrists.

It clearly seemed like magic, but it wasn’t magic. How was that possible?

His sparkling eyes turned toward the man. At the twinkling gaze that was burdensome, the man flinched and stepped back.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask something, Gong Sijin beat him to it. A quiet question followed along with a fox-like smile.

“So, what is your name, Mister?”