Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 162 - Elf (2)

Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

Their strength was rather widely known after the Cataclysm.

 

In the past, if the reputation of the Shadow Mercenary Corps could be estimated only by rumors, now they could watch their abilities in reality.

 

Among them, Lakid was a celebrity.

 

“Well, one person fainted yesterday too.”

 

Yusra Kingdom.

 

At the Golden Calf tavern, Lakid’s drinking was considered a specialty.

 

Occasionally, players who were arrogant or couldn’t stand injustice would pick a fight with Lakid and pay a heavy price for it.

 

“Did they say their eardrums burst or something like that?”

 

He knocked out a player well over 300 levels just by yelling!

 

The rumors surrounding Lakid continued there.

 

Wasn’t Lakid enjoy being in the spotlight?

 

The video of Lakid’s battle was easily found on the Internet.

 

– I thought he was just ignorantㄷㄷ

 

– He’s not part of the Shadow Mercenary Corps for no reason;;

 

– He’s moving this fast with that body? I can’t believe itㄹㅇ

 

It was natural for the media to pay attention to Lakid.

 

As expected, Lakid was hungry for attention.

 

He proudly told the reporters of his past.

 

– ㄹㅇ? The Outlaw of the Colosseum was Lakid?

 

– The gladiator with 100 wins and no losses?

 

– Wait, even the guy with muscles for the brain was also Lakid!?

 

– What the heck, was the ogre wearing a human mask also Lakid?!!

 

It had been a while since he heard those nicknames.

 

But Lakid didn’t feel too bad.

 

He felt like his strength was finally becoming known to the world.

 

However.

 

Boom!

 

“This is crazy!!”

 

Something unbelievable happened.

 

Swish!

 

Embers splashed.

 

Lakid raised his ax with both hands and managed to block the sword attack.

 

Still, the impact was conveyed.

 

Crack!

 

Not only the ground he was stepping on was crushed.

 

His body was pushed back several steps.

 

The corner of Lakid’s mouth twisted.

 

“Elf, I don’t know what this is about, but you’re so damn nasty. Okay?”

 

He never thought they’d point a knife at him.

 

By the way, if he had taken a drink and gotten drunk…

 

His life could have been in real danger.

 

Lift–

 

Lakid raised his axe and made eye contact.

 

It was strange seeing it again.

 

On battlefields and in life-or-death duels.

 

He had seen a lot of people’s eyes.

 

He had never seen such a look before.

 

If he had to compare it…

 

Let’s take the leader Kitch, who showed blatant murderous intent towards him, as an example.

 

‘…Can that be considered a murderous intent?’

 

Unlike her, he didn’t feel any murderous intent from the elf.

 

It was as if the elf didn’t feel the need to show such intent toward bugs.

 

The disdain in his eyes was obvious.

 

“That pretty face is annoying in many ways.”

 

Fighting was absolutely prohibited.

 

He felt bad for his faithful leader, but it seemed he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise. Avoiding an oncoming fight? It didn’t exist in Lakid’s vocabulary.

 

Crash–!

 

Lakid’s muscles contracted in an instant.

 

Boom!

 

He dashed off the ground.

 

He realized it at the first step.

 

He didn’t have to hide his strength in front of that elf.

 

Lakid’s ax loomed over the elf’s head.

 

Their gaze met again.

 

The elf’s eyes were still arrogant.

 

‘Let’s see how far that cockiness can go!’

 

Lakid roared.

 

“My name is Lakid! I’m the man who’ll take your head!”

 

He was the lowest seat of the Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

But that didn’t mean he was the weakest in the Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

His destructive blows came from his strength.

 

His attack alone was enough to make him the best among the mercenary corps. The moment his blow came close. The elf wasn’t agitated.

 

“How pitiful.”

 

He just said that.

 

What did he mean by that?

 

Lakid didn’t know what kind of bullshit the elf was saying.

 

If the elf was thinking of shaking his mind with bullshit.

 

‘I am telling you, that won’t happen!’

 

Swish!

 

Lakid gritted his teeth and brought down the axe.

 

At that moment, his sword moved slowly.

 

Did the elf block a blow that couldn’t be blocked by even the most magic with just a sword?

 

‘You cocky bastard.’

 

Boom!!!

 

The moment the huge axe and the sword meet.

 

Shake–

 

It was Lakid’s body that collapsed.

 

…It was blocked?

 

His blow?

 

With just a sword?

 

Even though he was watching it clearly with his own two eyes, he couldn’t believe it.

 

Lakid unconsciously murmured.

 

“…How can he do that with a sword that isn’t even clad with sword aura?”

 

The arrogant eyes again turned to Lakid.

 

“This is the difference in birth.”

 

“…The difference in birth?”

 

“The difference between those who are blessed and those who are not.”

 

The bullshit word ‘blessing’ came up again.

 

Damn him for blocking the attack.

 

In fact, the guy in front of him was not serious about the battle.

 

Lakid’s pride couldn’t accept it.

 

The moment Lakid built up his strength again.

 

“Well, it’s become a thing of the past now.”

 

“…?”

 

“In other words, I have no time to waste on trivial things.”

 

Where was he?

 

Lakid never let my guard down for even a moment.

 

He lost sight of him.

 

Fast, fast, beyond fast.

 

Was that really a movement of a living thing?

 

‘It’s on a different level.’

 

His words flashed through Lakid’s head.

 

– “This is the difference in birth.”

 

Did he mean that?

 

Since he was an elf, not a human being, he could unleash tremendous power with such a weak body. Could it be possible to achieve superhuman speeds? Lakid gritted his teeth.

 

“As expected, the world is so damn unfair…!”

 

Hit!

 

“Cough!”

 

The sword penetrated his chest.

 

Perhaps because of his numerous combat experiences.

 

His body reacted first.

 

Thanks to this, the sword strike narrowly avoided his heart.

 

Retch!

 

“…Crazy bastard. I guess the bullshit was true.”

 

Blood shot up from his throat.

 

This allowed him to know for certain.

 

The elf’s attack had no joy, agony, or even awareness of taking life. He was simply aiming for Lakid’s heart as if he were stomping on a small insect.

 

He could tell.

 

‘Monster.’

 

Elves, they were the true monsters.

 

Lakid forced his body up.

 

He had drawn dozens of battles in his head.

 

Damn it, he couldn’t come up with a single winning scenario.

 

It was his defeat.

 

“I’m sorry about this, Leader.”

 

Lakid stammered over the numbers in his head.

 

Let’s see, the tab he put on the tavern would cost more than his share of the commission fee… If Leader wanted to fill his share, she would have to go through a lot of trouble in the Holy War.

 

The moment she finished thinking.

 

Lakid’s eyes changed suddenly.

 

This was sudden, but to die in a battle to a strong man.

 

Wasn’t this the death he always wanted?

 

And if possible…

 

“I will leave that damn bastard a scar that will last the rest of his life.”

 

It might be different if it were Leader or Wolf.

 

But he never thought he would make such a promise to a guy with big ears like that.

 

If he pulled out the axe.

 

He would leave at least one decent scar.

 

“Aaaah!”

 

He raised his strength with a burst of energy.

 

From his mouth, from his chest.

 

There was a rush of blood, but Lakid didn’t care.

 

“Here we go. I’ll leave a wound to that unlucky face.”

 

If it was a life that was dying out anyway, he would burn it short and sharply!

 

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The players looked at the battlefield.

 

“Indeed, this is the smell of the battlefield!”

 

It was a battlefield where quests and loot existed.

 

Moreover, the ones on the battlefield were elves, creatures of legend.

 

It was natural for players to rush there.

 

However, it was different from expectations from the beginning.

 

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‘Leader of the Pain-Eating Mountain Beasts’: Lv.900

 

‘Adult Pain-Eating Mountain Beasts’: Lv.700

 

‘Young Pain-Eating Mountain Beasts’: Lv.500

 

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From minimum level 500 to maximum level 900.

 

The moment they encountered them on the battlefield.

 

The players freaked out.

 

Beyond ‘big’.

 

It was huge.

 

It was too huge.

 

“N-No. What kind of monster is that big!”

 

At most several tens of meters.

 

Even the one that looked like a baby was big enough to be three stories high.

 

In addition, there were too many of them.

 

It was a good thing that the battlefield area was created in the middle of nowhere.

 

Just thinking about them unluckily appeared in the middle of a city….

 

“It’s terrible. Really.”

 

For a moment, they were overwhelmed by the scale of the demons.

 

The players quickly looked around 

 

In order to match the number of heads, the number of elves would have to be just as large.

 

But for some reason, there was only one elf in sight.

 

“Is that all?”

 

A single elf against a great demonic army.

 

Even those who thought of jumping onto the battlefield faster than anyone else could not help but notice.

 

“What should I do?”

 

Now that the [Unfinished Holy War] quest was in progress.

 

No matter how good the loot was, there was no player who would side with the demons. In the end, there was only one option. All they had to do was join the elf.

 

“…No, what difference will it make if we join?”

 

Jumping into a battlefield where defeat was in plain sight?

 

It was only natural for them to hesitate.

 

But their concerns were useless.

 

Sk–

 

“W-What?”

 

Long flowing golden hair.

 

Swoosh–

 

“Wait a minute.”

 

Leaving only a golden afterimage.

 

The elf jumped through the demons.

 

Hit–

 

“…Huh? “

 

That ended the battle.

 

As if what they saw wasn’t an illusion.

 

A message came up in front of the players.

 

[‘Battlefield: Pain-Eating Mountain Beasts vs. Elves’ has ended.]

 

Not only they had watched the result, it was even recorded on the video.

 

They couldn’t believe it.

 

How could he jump through countless demons by himself and win? While everyone was shocked, several players exchanged looks.

 

“…If we do this well, wouldn’t we be able to build a relationship with him?”

 

“He just has been summoned to reality.”

 

“We can kindly guide him…!”

 

The elf was stronger than they could ever imagine.

 

He was strong enough to slaughter a level-900 demon monster with just a few swings of the sword. Building friendships would be helpful in some way.

 

The moment the players were about to head towards the elf.

 

“!”

 

They were met with an unusual gaze.

 

The elf’s cold gaze was directed at them.

 

His eyes were no different from when he looked at the demons.

 

Everyone couldn’t help but freeze under the pressure.

 

Except for one person, Lakid.

 

“Do you know where our blessing is?”

 

“…Blessing? What nonsense are you talking about all of a sudden?”

 

“Foolishly, you don’t seem to know what a blessing is.”

 

How could he speak normally even under such pressure?

 

Indeed, it was the courage befitting of a member of the Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

But their admiration didn’t last long.

 

Bang!

 

The elf rushed to Lakid.

 

“It wasn’t an illusion after all!”

 

“That guy is completely crazy, isn’t he?”

 

“I-Is he really trying to kill us?

 

Everyone watching swallowed their dry saliva.

 

They never thought the day would come when they would be rooting for Lakid.

 

But their cheering was meaningless.

 

In just two hits, the elf’s sword pierced Lakid’s chest.

 

“Cough!”

 

Blood splattered on the ground.

 

“…Hey, are you just going to watch?”

 

“No, shouldn’t we stop him?”

 

“No matter how you look at it, it seems he’s misunderstanding something?”

 

An elf.

 

An unknown existence.

 

An unknown strength.

 

Their body didn’t listen to them due to the fear coming from the unknown.

 

Crack!

 

With a loud noise, Lakid’s movements gradually become slower.

 

The blood, which had only been a few drops, suddenly flooded the surrounding area.

 

Everyone could feel it.

 

“I-I’m really going to die if I jump in!”

 

When Lakid fell, what would happen next?

 

There was no way that the elf’s blade would not be pointed at them.

 

Above all, the elf had no sense of reason.

 

Well, the only conversation the elf had with Lakid was…

 

“All he asked was a blessing or something right?”

 

Lakid or everyone else didn’t know anything about the blessing.

 

Should they run away?

 

Or should they join Lakid now?

 

The moment the panicked players hesitated.

 

“…You’re damn strong.”

 

Thud!

 

Lakid, covered in blood, collapsed.

 

Perhaps he no longer had any interest in the breathing person that would soon die out.

 

The elf’s gaze shifted.

 

From Lakid to the players.

 

Someone mustered up the courage and shouted.

 

“It’s too late to run away. And if we run away like this…!”

 

That blade would be directed at the press and the public.

 

Actually, if it were in the past.

 

He would have run away without even thinking about it.

 

But the damn quest kept catching his attention.

 

– Prove your worth in your area. (Successful)

 

He didn’t know if it was because of his pride or what.

 

At least his body refused to get away from that psycho elf.

 

Of course, not all players felt the same way.

 

“I-I don’t know! How can we stop such a monster!”

 

“…I will join you. I don’t know if it will help.”

 

“No wonder so many sponsorships are popping up! Damn it, hyungnims, I’m going first!”

 

In the commotion.

 

The elf took a step.

 

Holding a sword straight away.

 

With an arrogant gaze still on his face.

 

“…!!!”

 

…The moment he was about to reach out to the players.

 

Goo–

 

Mana wavered in the air.

 

High-level magic, portal.

 

A sound came from beyond the overflowing mana.

 

Tap tap–

 

Even in the face of unknown fear.

 

An unknown existence.

 

A confident voice continued as always.

 

“Stop.”

 

He just spat out that word.

 

Something that they couldn’t believe was happening even though they watched it with their own eyes occurred.

 

“…?”

 

Stop.

 

As if obeying those words.

 

The elf stopped in an instant.

 

“……!”

 

The elf’s face, that hadn’t changed at all, began to show agitation.

 

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[A ‘Hierarchy of Blessing’ occurs in the elf, Elsidore.]