Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 55 - Aesthetic (1)

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– Current contribution: 11,600p

 

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It was over 10,000 points.

 

How high it was?

 

Since I had no subject to compare it with, I couldn’t tell.

 

In my heart.

 

I felt like I wanted to grab a player nearby and asked.

 

How much is your contribution?

 

However, not dwelling on personal achievements was also the pride of Grandfel.

 

“I just cleaned up the garbage.”

 

I tidied up my clothes.

 

“Things like contribution. It doesn’t matter.”

 

Spitting out these words was all I could do to express it.

 

Right.

 

This was also only natural.

 

But let’s weigh it coldly.

 

‘No, I should praise myself even if it’s unfair.’

 

As you could see from the increased contribution.

 

I was able to fulfill my role as a bus passenger.

 

The players were able to occupy the wall thanks to the stairs I manifested.

 

They were firmly supporting the allies from a long distance.

 

‘Not to mention the way they keep the enemies constrained.’

 

From support to preemptive strikes.

 

‘I am used to it all.’

 

Preventing the opponent’s attack with a barrier.

 

This manifestation as familiar as breathing to me.

 

Who was receiving my assistance?

 

“Thanks to Sir Hoyeol, we can move easier!”

 

So I could be confident without being shameless.

 

‘I paid for the bus.’

 

I never do things well without effort…!

 

Tap tap–

 

Even at this moment when I entered Frost.

 

I was a speck of dust.

 

There was not a single drop of blood on me.

 

Then a message appeared.

 

[You have entered ‘Frost’ that has fallen into hell.]

 

The Northern City had fallen into hell.

 

To the point that even its modifier changed.

 

Frost was a terrible sight.

 

There were guards’ bodies all over the street.

 

There was blood everywhere.

 

“…Damn it.”

 

At that horror, Harkon and other Knights of Lionhearts were speechless.

 

Among them.

 

I could hear a few of them grinding their teeth.

 

Harkon opened his mouth in a cold voice.

 

“Since Frost is one of the best cities in the Empire. There are quite a few people in our Knights who came from Frost. It’s not easy to understand how they feel.”

 

Indeed, I felt that they were great for being able to suppress it.

 

This was truly a brutal scene.

 

‘This isn’t a virtual reality game, it’s a reality.’

 

The sprawling bodies were no longer NPCs.

 

The inhabitants of Frost.

 

Blood-soaked street.

 

Even the smell of blood that stung my nose.

 

All of this was real, so real.

 

If it was me in the past, I wouldn’t hold back my nausea.

 

Like the players over there.

 

“…Wait, I don’t feel well. Uwegh.”

 

“Don’t overdo it.”

 

“It doesn’t have to be like this… Fuck.”

 

Let alone corpses, I frowned when I saw blood drained from meat.

 

But I had pride.

 

Grandfel’s pride that didn’t yield under any circumstances.

 

Even in the face of these horrors.

 

Feeling nausea.

 

Or frowning.

 

I didn’t turn my head away.

 

I said.

 

“I’ll recover the bodies.”

 

I would recover the bodies.

 

At my words, Harkon asked back in surprise.

 

“Recover the bodies… Sir Hoyeol, are you serious?”

 

It wasn’t just Harkon.

 

Stare–

 

Kitch and other shadow mercenaries were looking at me as if I were a crazy person.

 

That response was fully understandable.

 

Because I thought I had gone crazy too.

 

‘I don’t know when or where the demons will rush in.’

 

In the first place, Frost was full of buildings.

 

Buildings.

 

Alleys.

 

In other words, the ambush of the demon army might come in a surprise attack.

 

Recovering the bodies in such a situation?

 

I must have wanted to die.

 

But I knew.

 

It wasn’t just once or twice this happened.

 

It was all because of this damn pride…!

 

『Grandfel Claudie Arpheus Romeo is virtuous. No matter who his opponent is, he never lowers his head. His pride is heavy and unshakable. Even if he sinks under its weight and drowns.』

 

Yeah, that pride was telling me.

 

That turning a blind eye.

 

To the people who had died defending Frost.

 

It went against that pride.

 

If something went against that pride?

 

Even if there was a limit to sinking and drowning.

 

I couldn’t resist it.

 

However.

 

‘…Do you think I will die quietly?’

 

As I said, it wasn’t just once or twice this happened.

 

Even when I had stood in front of Count Ascura without knowing anything.

 

Even in the face of the great evil.

 

Since I’d had the experience of dying and surviving.

 

I didn’t hesitate any longer.

 

I kneeled and bent down.

 

I approached a soldier of Frost who had died leaning against the building.

 

His eyes were wide open as if he couldn’t close it yet.

 

I closed the eyes of the soldier.

 

“I’ll take over your pride.”

 

Yeah, try to sink me if you can!

 

I was more confident in struggling than anyone else.

 

Harkon nodded at my actions.

 

The Knights of Lionheart moved in perfect order.

 

With the sprawling bodies lying down.

 

I closed their eyes, which hadn’t been closed.

 

Then someone came up to me.

 

“…Thank you.”

 

I couldn’t see the face because of the helmet, but I could tell by the voice.

 

In Yusra Kingdom, Golden Palace.

 

It was Yesica who had escorted me when I struggled in the office.

 

“…And I’m sorry for all this time. really.”

 

Yesica was crying under the helmet.

 

‘…I don’t know what you’re sorry about.’

 

Did you talk behind my back?

 

I could fully understand such things.

 

Yeah, it was the feeling of not being able to get off work because of your boss.

 

“I know it well.”

 

But I was good at reading others’ minds.

 

I realized right away.

 

Yesica’s hometown was Frost.

 

Of course, the feeling of losing something precious to the demons.

 

I couldn’t have known.

 

But Grandfel knew feeling that better than anyone else.

 

“Don’t get carried away by your emotions.”

 

I got up from my spot and continued talking.

 

“Nevertheless, we have to move on.”

 

…Can’t I just give her some comfort?

 

Every time this happened.

 

I wanted to nag at the past me, at Grandfel.

 

The people of the world.

 

Do you think they all have a superhuman mentality like you?

 

Fortunately, Yesica nodded.

 

Did Harkon’s spiritual education work?

 

The moment I had that useless thought.

 

“…!”

 

Suddenly, the quest window flashed.

 

I was startled.

 

…Wait, what’s this?

 

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Ten gates.

 

At the same time, the siege progressed

 

“…It’s done!”

 

“Yes, if you have a conscience, you should open it. Bastards!”

 

“How many bottles of potion did you pour out?”

 

The gate, which had no sign of breaking through, finally began to collapse.

 

Except for the gate that Hoyeol attacked, the speed was all similar.

 

“Crazy, aren’t those bastards playing tricks?”

 

Likewise, the demon army also appeared behind the collapsed castle gate.

 

One other thing was also there.

 

The presence of players on the walls.

 

“…Wait, aren’t those players?”

 

“I think it’s really them. How did they get up there?”

 

“Could it be that they already came over from the other side?!”

 

Indeed.

 

Hoyeol’s manifested stone stairs.

 

They were players who climbed those stone stairs and occupied the walls.

 

They ran over the walls and reached the gates of another area.

 

They started helping subdue the demon army.

 

“As expected, it’s a good thing that we move, right?”

 

In this harsh society.

 

Of course, they had no intention of helping others.

 

Everything was for their own experience and contribution point.

 

“I was a fool for thinking some beans would fall ^[1] Beans would fall = A petty profit one obtains by accident thanks to someone’s business. .”

 

“Really. It was a different dimension. Did you see it too?”

 

“I just can’t keep up with their hunting speed.”

 

The Knights of Lionheart.

 

And the Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

Wherever they went, they didn’t even have a place to put a spoon on.

 

So they made a quick decision.

 

They move on to the other gates.

 

Swoosh!

 

Support fire from such players.

 

It was enough to shake the ranks of the demon army.

 

Not only that.

 

“…They’re less than I thought?”

 

Unexpectedly.

 

The number of the demon army that jumped out was not large.

 

The reason was easy to figure out.

 

“Lee Hoyeol. He concentrated his forces there.”

 

Then the story was simple.

 

This was an opportunity.

 

In order to not miss the opportunity given.

 

Rox rolled his brain.

 

Shining, which had always been at the top, made a judgment call.

 

“Let’s move quickly to the heart of Frost.”

 

“Okay~ I feel a little sorry for the people over there.”

 

“Don’t be sorry. We’re busy taking care of ourselves.”

 

“…By the way, where did our princess go again?”

 

Camilla, who was pulling her bowstring, looked around.

 

Jessi, who had just been shooting her skills, was nowhere to be seen.

 

Rox and Dmitry didn’t think too much about it.

 

It wasn’t just a day or two that Jessie disappeared.

 

Lee Hoyeol, she disappeared as soon as that name came out.

 

“Well… I think I know why~?”

 

But Camilla kept her mouth shut.

 

She wasn’t crazy.

 

There was nothing good about being hated by Jessie.

 

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The troops of the demon king’s army were concentrated on Hoyeol.

 

For some people, that news was an opportunity,

 

For others, it was like a thunderbolt.

 

“…?!”

 

Gaon and Berserker.

 

They couldn’t leave the Yusra Kingdom completely empty.

 

As a result, the two guilds unwillingly engaged in a joint front due to the scattered power.

 

“…What did you say?”

 

“Shit.”

 

Nam Taemin and Leonie stopped at the same time.

 

To think it was all thanks to Hoyeol that they were able to enter Frost more easily than expected…

 

Leonie gritted her teeth.

 

“I’m sorry I lost it. I’m the type of person who can’t live in debt.”

 

Leonie was thinking of joining Hoyeol right away.

 

…Should she say it was because she was worried?

 

‘No, absolutely not.’

 

Was Hoyeol a good man to be worried about or received help?

 

This was just stubbornness.

 

The pride that refused to be on the receiving end anymore.

 

“I absolutely agree, unnie.”

 

“I support that decision until the end.”

 

“Just shut up.”

 

Nam Taemin also told the guild members.

 

“We will also join Hoyeol-ssi’s side, too.”

 

The Knights of Lionheart.

 

And the Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

They were well aware of their level, but…

 

They weren’t great in terms of quantity.

 

Although the two guilds couldn’t be much help, it was necessary to keep the number of heads in line.

 

The moment the two guilds agreed.

 

There should be no hesitation in their movements.

 

But for some reason.

 

They kept getting distracted.

 

Eventually, Nam Taemin stopped walking.

 

“Go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

 

The crumbling Frost.

 

He couldn’t bear to let it be.

 

He couldn’t turn a blind eye.

 

“…”

 

Nam Taemin recovered the body without saying a word.

 

He was worried if there was a face he knew.

 

While thinking about that boiling anger.

 

Nam Taemin’s quest window also flashed.

 

[You’ve met the conditions]

 

[The quest will begin]

 

[Class quest: Demonstration of Wildness]

 

“…!”

 

Twice in a row.

 

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– Current contribution: 3,300p

 

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I just recovered the corpses.

 

But my contribution rose.

 

The increased contribution was significant.

 

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– Current contribution: 19,600p

 

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I thought.

 

Living kindly brings good luck…!

 

Of course, I didn’t do it in hopes of getting contribution points.

 

To put it simply, I was forced to do something against my will.

 

I did that crazy thing because of the pride that dominated my body.

 

‘Is it because I didn’t expect it?’

 

I didn’t feel bad.

 

But I didn’t express it.

 

It wasn’t a good situation.

 

The Shadow Mercenary Corps.

 

One of the members said on the roof.

 

“They’re just coming in very openly. Damn, it’s bothering me.”

 

I just closed the dead body’s eyes.

 

And laid it on the floor.

 

Still, the delay was inevitable.

 

It was probably why the demon king’s follow-up troops were rushing in.

 

Soon, the demon army came into sight.

 

It was different from the appearance of the [Demon King’s Foot Soldier], which had no personality.

 

But it didn’t matter.

 

Because I knew.

 

I had confirmed their levels through the additional update history.

 

[Demon King’s Cavalry’: Lv.400]

 

[Demon King’s Centurion’: Lv.420]

 

[Demon King’s Champion’: Lv.420]…

 

It was impossible to go far away.

 

These guys, compared to Baek Yiseol that I hunted a while ago.

 

They were weaker than the succubus.

 

‘So, what about their number of heads?’

 

The quantity was also irrelevant.

 

Because I had 『magic』.

 

The most efficient way to deal with multiple enemies.

 

So come here.

 

My experience and contribution points.

 

Of course, the battlefield full of buildings was cramped and complicated.

 

Of course, the buildings could collapse.

 

But that didn’t matter to me one bit.

 

I tidied up my clothes.

 

Including the disheveled shape of the [handkerchief].

 

“There is no time to waste. I’ll finish it in a heartbeat.”

 

Yeah, right now.

 

It was the moment to check the effectiveness of the new stat, [aesthetic].

• 1. Beans would fall = A petty profit one obtains by accident thanks to someone’s business.