Chapter 33: Such an obvious extra.
by fnovelpia
“Uh? You finally showed up.”
“Aren’t Cheonmas supposed to be like those from Chinese martial arts sects, using powerful techniques like Cheonma Divine Arts?”
I honestly expected something like that.
“Saint.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t learn about Cheonmas from novels. Thinking like that is like learning history from historical fusion dramas. I don’t do such things.”
Well, that’s true.
But still, people generally have expectations.
Was I expecting too much?
No, usually you’d expect something, right?
I’m not even a fan of martial arts stories, but if there’s a Cheonma around, it’s only natural to have some expectations.
But then it’s just “Cheonma Slash”?
Wait, on second thought, that’s actually pretty cool.
It doesn’t kill by cutting their life, but by slicing through their energy.
Isn’t that something I’ve seen before?
Even the Hero used to say…
“All you need to do is cut away their evil intent.”
Honestly, that part is kind of cool.
Yeah, it’s kind of like…
“A mercy sword?”
Isn’t a mercy sword one that saves lives?
“No, the concept of a mercy sword is different from what we typically know. Usually, a mercy sword kills one person to save many, right?”
Battle mage pointed out.
But still, as long as they’re alive, that’s what matters, right?
“If they’re alive, that’s what counts, isn’t it?”
If it were me, I would’ve just smashed their head in.
I glanced down at the now helpless guy.
As expected of a Cheonma, they’re more merciful than me.
Even though he’s completely weakened, he’s still stumbling around, so perhaps a lot of mercy was shown here.
“I… I’ve become impotent. Impotent!”
If he can still talk, that’s a good sign, right?
“Is being impotent really considered living, though?”
Anyway, South Korea has a low birth rate.
To be honest, looking at his face full of scars and knowing how badly he was beaten, he doesn’t seem like someone who’d get married.
Surviving at all is a miracle.
Think about it.
If that Neko Cheonma had actually cut his throat instead of his energy?
There’s no respawn field here, so he’d be dead.
“Honestly, Battle mage, why are you even worried about this? It’s not like someone with a face like that is ever going to get married.”
“If you said that to his face, he’d probably feel pretty sad.”
I said it loud enough for him to hear.
He needs a reality check.
I don’t know about hunters in other countries, but in this country, their personalities are rotten.
No matter their gender, they’re all arrogant and look down on civilians.
“He brought this on himself, anyway.”
If it were me, I’d have smashed his skull in for sure, and it would have been self-defense.
Becoming impotent is actually something to be thankful for.
But this impotent jerk looks like he wants to say something.
It’s annoying, but I can guess what’s about to come out of his mouth.
“Ugh… Do you even know who I am?”
Oh wow, that gave me chills.
“Oh, here we go. The classic line!”
“Wow, I’m actually creeped out right now.”
“Can’t believe there are still people who actually say stuff like that in this day and age.”
Battle mage and Innocent Elf widened their eyes in shock.
I’m shaking with secondhand embarrassment right now.
There are surprisingly many people like him.
Even in the Hero world, you’d come across them.
“I’ve never heard a line like that even in the martial arts world. Everyone there was actually strong.”
“The reason characters like this exist is simple. Why? They’ve been beaten to a pulp, but now that they’ve already lost, their pride won’t let them back down quietly. They’re just boosting the opponent’s confidence. So, to mentally save themselves, they come out with self-justifications and psychological victories. These kinds of people also tend to rely on something else when their own power isn’t enough.”
“I belong to the Heavenly King Guild!”
Yeah, like that.
“The Heavenly Emperor Guild? Isn’t that a Japanese guild? Why are you causing trouble here in Korea?”
Are you serious right now?
Even the Japanese hunters are causing trouble here.
If both the Korean and Japanese hunters are like this, maybe it’s time to question the nature of hunters as a whole.
“Not ‘Heavenly Emperor,’ ‘Heavenly King Guild!’”
“Oh, Heavenly Emperor?”
“Heavenly King!”
“Heavenly Emperor?”
“Heavenly King!”
Should I mess with him a bit more?
“Heavenly King?”
“Heavenly Emperor!”
Got him.
What a nutcase.
“See? You said ‘Heavenly Emperor.’ So, it’s a Japanese guild, huh? Geez, causing trouble from both sides now. If you like the Heavenly Emperor so much, why don’t you go to Japan already?”
“Heavenly Emperor—no, the Heavenly King Guild isn’t something to be taken lightly!”
It seems pretty pathetic to me.
Just spouting cheesy lines already shows you’re not worth taking seriously, right?
Shouldn’t you be more like the Hero Guild, knowing when to back down?
Am I right?
“Just get lost already. Stop getting all worked up with that ugly face of yours. Now, watch this. He’s about to deliver another cheesy line.”
“One, two.”
“Just you wait!”
The impotent man said as he ran away.
Seeing that the other hunters couldn’t even get up, he must have some impressive durability.
But still, what are they going to do?
“Wow, I seriously got chills. How did you know he was going to say that?”
This Battle mage doesn’t seem to know anything, despite claiming to live in a world similar to mine.
“You can tell just by looking. He’s got the look of a background character, has pathetic combat power, and is full of bravado without even gauging his opponent’s strength before charging in and getting wrecked. Doesn’t it just scream that he’d say a line like that? It’s not just something from cartoons. That’s a typical third-rate line spouted by brainless idiots who refuse to acknowledge their mistakes.”
Most of them are like that.
There might be some differences, but they all say stuff like that before disappearing.
“Hmm, that makes sense.”
“And you know what the common trait of people who say ‘just you wait’ is?”
“What is it?”
“You either never see them again, or if you do, they get their asses kicked again.”
There’s a high chance that this Heavenly Emperor or Heavenly King Guild, whatever it’s called, is also trash.
A guild can’t function properly if they have someone like that as a lackey, right?
I mean, there could be someone competent in charge, like in the Hero Guild, but who knows.
Battle mage, who had been silently listening to me, stared at me intently.
“You’re a Saint, but you sure curse a lot, huh?”
“Is that weird?”
“Aren’t Saints supposed to be supportive, pure, and kind?”
“Isn’t this level of kindness good enough?”
If a Saint who’s been localized for Korea has this kind of language, it’s not bad at all, right?
“Well, usually they aren’t like this.”
Hey, you’re the last person who should be saying that.
“What did the Cheonma say earlier? That assuming Saints are all pure and only supportive is just another generalization.”
“That’s true. Cain, even I think it’s hard to see a Saint as always being a saintly figure. That’s just a hasty generalization.”
I was told the same thing by the Cheonma earlier.
Don’t learn about Cheonmas from novels or comics.
That’s when I realized how narrow-minded I had been.
In Star Wars, when I encountered someone who looked like they were wearing a futuristic plague mask…
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
But then they subtly imply I’m not saintly enough.
“You two are weird too, you know?”
“Why am I being dragged into this?”
The Elf looked at me with an expression of pure injustice.
Well, you should be included in this too.
“Real Battle mage doesn’t wear a stylish mage robe. You walk around practically naked. And as for you, Elf, you’re constantly getting scolded by your wife and don’t have the usual superiority complex of noble Elves. You’re breaking all sorts of generalizations too!”
What kind of mage walks around half-naked anyway?
I get that Battle mage wants to prioritize mobility, but still, wear something different.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
“Why am I even being involved?!”
Well, that’s just how it is.
At least from my perspective.
“What about me?”
“Oh, Orc, you’re here too.”
“Am I really that unnoticeable?”
I’m sorry about that, but there’s no need to feel down.
I’ve always thought of you as more than just an ordinary Orc.
“Don’t worry. You’re different from other Orcs.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re not a dim-witted, savage Orc. You’ve got human knowledge and even fight off enemies that can’t distinguish between monsters and humans. Regular wild Orcs don’t have that kind of intelligence. Plus, you don’t squeeze into clothes that are too tight for you like other bulky Orcs do. You’re a kind Orc, not some monster.”
“Well, that’s true.”
“It’s obvious just by looking at you.”
“That… kinda sounds like an insult.”
An insult?
What a hurtful thing to say.
“It’s a compliment. Don’t worry, you’re the kind of Orc who would even betray your own kind if they were traitors.”
That’s not an insult.
“Well, you’ve got a point there.”
Most Orcs would just act like savages.
But I really respect this Orc.
How can he act so human despite his appearance?
“Oh, I’m curious about something.”
“What is it?”
“Is it true that you have a… you know, like the ones in adult content?”
What kind of girl says stuff like that?
And seriously, how could you not know after dealing with so many Orcs in the Demon King battle?
“Seriously?”
The Orc didn’t even answer, but then Battle mage smacked me.
Come on, isn’t it natural to be curious?
In the other world, Orc fashion was all about stripping down, so you’d see it whether you wanted to or not.
But I figured elite Orcs would be different.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be shocking if this overweight Orc turned out to be just like regular Orcs?”
“You’re crazy.”
“It’s just curiosity.”
I stared at the Orc, waiting for an answer.
At first, he turned his head away, but when I kept glancing at his lower half, he sighed.
“It’s about the size of two of your arms combined.”
Bigger than the Hero, huh?
“Hey, don’t you think we have more important things to talk about right now? Like dividing the magic stones?”
“Oh, right. Let’s divide them up.”
The Elf looked a bit pitiful, waiting for her share.
She’s probably worried about getting scolded by his wife.
“By the way, Saint.”
Wow, I’m super popular here.
So many people are calling for me.
“Yes, Neko?”
“From what I see, you guys had a harder time clearing the 4th floor, so you should split the loot among yourselves however you want.”
Huh, we didn’t have that much trouble, though.
The enemies were more annoying than anything else, not particularly strong.
It was actually easier than fighting the Wraiths on the 3rd floor.
Oh, but I guess the boss was a different story.
“It wasn’t that difficult. What about you, Orc?”
“Honestly, I came here because I was curious to see the faces of those good-for-nothing Guild people. Apart from the Saint, there were no pictures of anyone else. I didn’t expect there to be only women. I figured Battle mage and the Cheonma were men at least. Turns out I was wrong.”
The Orc looked a bit down.
Usually, people are happy when surrounded by women, right?
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Translator’s Note: Cheonma means Heavenly demon.
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