Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 63 - It's tough (2)

Bzz–

 

His smartphone vibrated loudly.

 

Hisagi Kazuma identified the sender.

 

Needless to say, it was them.

 

The bald head man next to him asked cautiously.

 

“Kazuma. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

 

“With what?”

 

“We will always follow you. But can you handle this?”

 

Toward a South Korean player, Lee Hoyeol.

 

Japan’s pride and symbol, Inazuma, had bowed their head.

 

That scene was spread all over the world by the players who were broadcasting live.

 

“I owe him a great debt. I feel really grateful.”

 

There was no directive from the Japanese government in that action.

 

Indeed. It was Hisagi’s decision.

 

Hisagi narrowed his eyes.

 

“Well, what do you guys think?”

 

“…Us? Well, we don’t think differently from you.”

 

“We’ve seen it. Isn’t it obvious?”

 

Dark-tanned skin.

 

The woman who intervened continued, spitting out.

 

“Shit bastards. They don’t even know.”

 

Frost.

 

In the same space.

 

They watched it through the eyes of fellow players.

 

That’s why Inazuma Guild members were able to bow to Lee Hoyeol with all their hearts.

 

If it weren’t for Lee Hoyeol, Hokkaido would be…

 

“Hundreds of thousands. No, we can’t even thank someone who saved the lives of millions of people? Just because he’s Korean? I’ve thought it before, but those higher-up bastards…!”

 

“Don’t be angry. It upsets me.”

 

“…Huft. So are you going, Kazuma?”

 

The bald head asked with a tone that didn’t match his rough impression.

 

Hisagi’s snake eyes flashed.

 

“Yeah, because I have to tell those old guys the reality.”

 

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Clatter–

 

Hisagi knelt down.

 

Japanese government ministers sat around him.

 

They started spitting vicious words at Hisagi.

 

“Don’t you think it’s because of your lack of ability, Hisagi?”

 

“You bowed your head to Korean people? You fool…!”

 

“Now that Gaon has surpassed Inazuma. You don’t know how much your actions meant!”

 

Tsk–

 

Should he kill them?

 

Hisagi seriously pondered as he licked his dry lips.

 

To thread those greasy bodies like skewers.

 

It wouldn’t even take a few seconds.

 

But he had to put up with it.

 

It might be different for him.

 

But he had his colleagues on his shoulder.

 

‘It was stupid.’

 

In Frost, Hisagi realized.

 

That he had been under a great illusion all this time.

 

[Recapture Frost].

 

He forgot about it thanks to the quest that appeared.

 

He was blinded by the contribution points and forgot that the location where Frost and the demon king appeared was Hokkaido.

 

It was after facing Lee Hoyeol that he realized that fact.

 

‘Even when I think about it again, I have nothing to say .’

 

To be exact, he realized it after witnessing Lee Hoyeol rescue the survivors.

 

Not only he rescued the survivors.

 

He even recovered the sprawling bodies.

 

Hisagi felt dizzy for a moment.

 

…If Lee Hoyeol had been a little late.

 

‘Residents of Hokkaido…’

 

It could have been them.

 

When he thought so, he felt like a moron.

 

‘What did I do that for?’

 

However, it was only Hisagi who came to that realization.

 

These guys on the top were still the same.

 

“Even if you think of the national interest as the best, it’s not enough. Tsk.”

 

“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you to delay their entry a little longer!”

 

“You are right. Dozens of Hokkaido civilians could get caught up in it. If only they had used that as an excuse to blow up the missiles. It would have been much better than the current situation.”

 

For their own benefit.

 

They thought of other people’s lives as something worthless.

 

When the illusion was broken, he began to see the reality.

 

‘In the end, I’ll be thrown away too.’

 

Of course, Hisagi had no intention of taking them lightly.

 

He stood up from his seat.

 

Those who sipped sake asked in surprise.

 

“What are you doing, Hisagi?”

 

“Our conversation is not over yet!”

 

“Yeah, sit down!”

 

They seemed to be mistaken.

 

Instead of answering, Hisagi breathed out.

 

Class, sorcerer.

 

6th in the player ranking.

 

His nickname was the Spear of Lightning.

 

The killing intention that spewed out with his determination was thicker than a snake’s deadly venom.

 

“H-Hisagi!”

 

“I think there must have been a misunderstanding in our words…”

 

“W-We didn’t mean it.”

 

Clink–

 

Their hands trembled.

 

The sake glasses they let go of were shattered.

 

Their groin was so wet that they didn’t even know whether it was sake or something else.

 

Hisagi replied.

 

“Inazuma will not cooperate with the government in the future.”

 

“…W-What?! What are you saying?!”

 

“You may dispose of me as you please.”

 

Hisagi’s eyes flashed.

 

“If you can, that is.”

 

At those words, the ministers realized the reality.

 

“…!”

 

The position of Hisagi that they held and shook…!

 

In terms of strength, he was one of the top ten players in the world.

 

Even if most bodyguards were put forward, it was meaningless in front of Hisagi.

 

In order to stop Hisagi, they would have to bring a player at least as big as Nam Taemin.

 

However.

 

‘That’s impossible…’

 

Players who could do that were on a personal request.

 

They didn’t move for money.

 

Hisagi’s words were not lies.

 

‘I’m really going to die…!’

 

The ministers froze.

 

He left them behind.

 

“Then, the snake will go away. Please enjoy yourself.”

 

Hisagi bowed his head and left the room.

 

In the end, he’d done it.

 

Hisagi shrugged.

 

“Maybe it will be hard to live in my country.”

 

Right now, anyway.

 

There was no way they would let go of the snake that had gotten out of the barrel.

 

Hisagi seriously pondered.

 

“Well, exile wouldn’t be bad either.”

 

His own country was uselessly powerful.

 

Given the complicated interests of nations.

 

There wouldn’t be many countries that could accept him, but.

 

Someone who wouldn’t even care about Japan.

 

No, someone who didn’t seem to care.

 

Hisagi knew one person.

 

Inazuma and others had lowered their heads to him.

 

A person who had accepted that polite gratitude as if it were natural.

 

The formality that radiated from that action.

 

Hisagi folded his fingers and calculated the balance.

 

“…How much do I need to invest in the Yusra Kingdom?”

 

*

 

The taste of alcohol in this world also gradually suited their taste buds.

 

“Kyaa. I really like this green bottle~”

 

“Your nasty taste doesn’t go anywhere. Leader.”

 

“You want to fight? Are you ignoring me because I’m from a slum?”

 

“…Wow. Leader is already drunk. So distasteful.”

 

A sister who didn’t drink alcohol.

 

A kid who hated troublesome things.

 

An old man who excused himself with old age.

 

Except for the few of them.

 

The Shadow Mercenaries had a drinking party under the guise of a regular meeting.

 

Kitch giggled and shouted.

 

“Hey, fattie! Turn down the volume!”

 

“Yeah, wait a minute. I’m going to show up. Here.”

 

“How rude. Sigh.”

 

There was a loud sound of TV.

 

The fatty, Lakid, sat close to the TV.

 

He had muscle mass that made even a 100-inch TV screen look small.

 

Contrary to that sense of intimidation, Lakid’s eyes were shining.

 

“Wow. I was just looking at these good things.”

 

He thought it was just a frame.

 

When he touched something, a picture appeared.

 

The picture was moving, too.

 

This was something you couldn’t buy even if you paid hundreds of millions of dollars in the Arcana.

 

That alone was amazing enough to make his eyes go wide.

 

Lakid focused on the flowing news.

 

– There are a lot of favorable responses to Inazuma’s behavior. What do you think, Expert-nim? Do their actions represent the attitude of the Japanese government?

 

– I don’t think so. According to a Japanese government official, Inazuma’s actions do not agree with the government’s opinion at all…

 

In the middle of a conversation that was neither interesting nor fun.

 

In the ever-rising data screen.

 

There was a familiar face, Lee Hoyeol.

 

“So. Next. I will appear.”

 

Yes, Lee Hoyeol.

 

Lakid understood generously.

 

‘Well, he did take a part a little bit.’

 

However, this Lakid-nim also played a big role.

 

Just as they praised Lee Hoyeol, this Lakid-nim should be supported as well.

 

“…So how long is it going to show the same face?”

 

However, his wait was useless.

 

No matter how long he waited, no matter how much he switched the channel.

 

It was all about Lee Hoyeol.

 

“…It’s all the same in the front and in the back? All of a sudden. What is this?”

 

The breaking news ended.

 

When a cheeky commercial popped up.

 

Lakid’s patience naturally exploded.

 

Gurgle–

 

Lakid, who approached with a huff, drank the liquor as if it was water.

 

Emptying three bottles of liquor that matched his size, Lakid asked with a wronged look.

 

“What did I do worse than Lee Hoyeol?”

 

Here it started again.

 

As usual, they lightly ignored the complaints.

 

The only one who reacted was the drunk leader, Kitch.

 

Kitch giggled and said.

 

“…You can’t even use magic. You can’t even fight.”

 

“Apart from magic, he can fight?! What kind of mage is he…”

 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know nothing, Lakid. Hiccup.”

 

That monster.

 

He even could use aura freely…

 

“Hiccup–”

 

She had a lot to say.

 

Her body and tongue didn’t listen.

 

But she felt like she had to say this.

 

Kitch drove a wedge into Lakid.

 

“And above all…”

 

“…What. What kind of drunkenness are you going to do again?”

 

“Lee Hoyeol is much more handsome than you.”

 

“What? What did you saaaay?”

 

He could put up with everything else, but not with this!

 

Lakid’s face turned red.

 

Kitch added sincerely to him.

 

“Hiccup– Don’t touch him anyway. I don’t want to die.”

 

Lakid was sensible, too.

 

‘Old man and Leader.’

 

From Alkali to Kitch.

 

They highly evaluated Lee Hoyeol.

 

They must have a reason.

 

Lakid had no objection to that.

 

‘…That one magic was out of the ordinary.’

 

So Lakid had no choice but to shout.

 

“Then where do I go to relieve my wronged heart!?”

 

As expected, the only one who answered was the drunk Kitch.

 

“I think Lee Hoyeol is at the Mage Tower by now.”

 

Lakid stuck out his tongue.

 

There was a degree to being all serious.

 

He’d felt this since he watched the man in the Yusra Kingdom.

 

There was no one in the world who lived as tiredly as Lee Hoyeol.

 

‘I can understand where that strength comes from.’

 

By the way.

 

“…But you told me not to touch him. Why are you telling me that?”

 

“Because you’re so noisy. I thought you would be quiet if you get hit a little bit.”

 

“I have no intention of going there and getting hit. And what? Mage Tower? What’s the point of visiting a place full of monsters? Am I crazy?!”

 

*

 

Drip.

 

Sweat poured.

 

A message appeared.

 

[You’ve met the conditions.]

 

[You will be rewarded.]

 

I said with a short breath.

 

“It’s easy.”

 

This fucking bastard’s bravado.

 

A class quest that increased strength and agility.

 

I was the one who repeated these aerobic and anaerobic exercises every day.

 

Since I carried out an enormous amount of exercises.

 

Except for stats, it was natural for my basic physical strength to increase.

 

“Tea after exercise isn’t bad either.”

 

Clink–

 

I enjoyed tea time while suffering from thirst.

 

As always, I wondered.

 

‘…Wouldn’t I really die like this?’

 

Drowning in pride and formality and getting beaten up.

 

But I was feeling it with my body.

 

Perhaps because I had been struggling so much.

 

Now, even if I want to sink, I can’t sink at will…!

 

“I even get used to this.”

 

Yes, because humans were adaptable creatures.

 

Thanks to my improved physical strength, my body was still energized no matter how hard I worked.

 

Really, it couldn’t have been more embarrassing.

 

Well, just like now.

 

In the past, I could take a legitimate break under the excuse of physical fatigue.

 

Due to increased stamina.

 

The endless pride of Grandfel.

 

I had no choice but to keep up with its rhythm.

 

As soon as I returned after defeating the demon king, I went to the Mage Tower.

 

To the lab, at that.

 

But what was the point of whining?

 

‘…It’s done.’

 

I knew this pride would never be broken.

 

I let go of my regrets and checked the quest window.

 

“Akshan. It’s a nostalgic name.”

 

[Class quest: Akshan’s Legacy]

 

The beacon of survival was surely delivered.

 

The last demon hunter.

 

Take back your legacy which has been destroyed by evil.

 

– Train your weakened body. (Repeat)

 

First of all, just as I had guessed.

 

The smoke rising from the demon’s remains seemed to be some sort of beacon.

 

The beacon of survival was surely delivered.

 

I didn’t know the specific situation.

 

But I must have fulfilled the quest conditions by getting rid of Decarabia.

 

“I have no choice but to wait until the next goal appears.”

 

Akshan’s legacy.

 

But let’s think about it with common sense.

 

‘Naturally, there is a high probability that it will be at Akshan base. Well.’

 

The problem was that the Akhshan base had disappeared overnight in Arcana.

 

In the past, players seemed to think little of it.

 

– Didn’t they just delete the area because it’s a failed class??

 

– It’s not even in the update history. It happened because there’s no other demon hunter player

 

– It’s right to delete content that only consumes capacity

 

If Arcana was a normal game.

 

I’d have thought so, too.

 

But I figured it out through experience.

 

Arcana was no ordinary game.

 

Even the Yusra Islands, which was considered to be a mere treasure island.

 

It had a story of an ancient kingdom and the great evil.

 

There was a high probability that there was a behind-the-scenes story about the Akshan base.

 

‘That’s why it came up as a class quest…’

 

I roughly got it.

 

I opened my mouth.

 

“I look forward to the day when I can meet them again.”

 

I couldn’t remember a face or a name.

 

I was really brazen.

 

‘It’s a quest goal. It’ll come up on its own when the time comes.’

 

Therefore, I should faithfully work on the routine I got for now.

 

I sorted out my thoughts.

 

As soon as I sat on the chair in an upright posture.

 

Sksk–

 

A letter came up on the parchment.

 

When I checked the sender, it was the chief mage, Marcelo.

 

Clink–

 

I tilted my tea cup calmly.

 

And read the text that appeared.

 

‘…Huh?’

 

But the content was unexpected.

 

Quite a bit, too.