Ancient Kingdom Territory Siege Battle (3)

Time flew as if it had wings.

After leaving a greeting with the voice recording, I didn’t post any more on the community.

Partly because I felt satisfied without doing so, but…

It was also because people’s perception of my image had become somewhat strange.

[Search results: Gawol]

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– That bitch Gawol is lewd from her voice

– Making those breathing sounds is flirting, right?

– Couldn’t hold back and spent some time with myself

……

How on earth did it end up like this?

It’s too disrespectful to me.

Calling a person’s voice lewd.

It’s not like I chose this voice, I have to live with this voice for the rest of my life.

…Is it really sexy?

When everyone says the same thing, I should doubt myself at least once.

“Hmm, ahem. Ah. A E I O U.”

I still can’t tell.

I’ve lived and spoken with this voice for quite a long time.

There’s no way I’d suddenly feel that way about it.

Anyway, the reason I’m not posting more is that the siege battle date has arrived.

And also because the results of my login restriction are about to come out.

I inquired with some trepidation, and it seemed the conclusion would come within two days after the siege battle ends.

Only Elderin knows this fact so far.

I didn’t bother telling Soolbbang since our contract period would have ended by then.

There’s no need to cause unnecessary worry before an important battle.

If I really need help, I can talk about it then.

Thinking it would be good to erase stray thoughts for now, I started showering with cold water.

In the past, I had to crave even the warmth in water, but I no longer feel the need for that.

Even if they’re people I’ve never seen face to face, attention is attention.

As the feeling of being alone disappeared, my heart became more at ease.

[Upcoming alarm: Siege Battle Preparation – 08:00 PM]

[Current time – 07:32 PM]

Various emotions wash away with the cool water.

The excitement that had been lifting and dropping my heart these past few days, the formless anxiety that came.

Even the faint excitement before battle subsided, clearing my head.

I’m not sure if I’ll remain as Gawol in the future.

But if this is Gawol’s last time.

I didn’t want to end the first light I obtained with defeat.

I dried my body, which I’ve come to wash more meticulously than before, with a towel.

The faint scent of body wash rising.

As I entered the connection device in my pajamas – I took a deep breath.

[Launching Infinity Black.]

* * *

[Zephyrion 1st Regular Siege Battle]

[Area: Ancient Kingdom Territory]

[Defense: Kkambbang and 9 other guilds]

[Offense: Cross and 12 other guilds]

[Guild member ‘Yoru’ activates ‘Operator’…]

People moved in unison around the tall castle walls.

Archers and mages filled the towers, while knights with shields gathered behind the walls.

Infinity Black has a fantasy world view with flashy skills.

But the basic structure of the battlefield itself is not much different from that of the medieval era.

It was like that in the sense that the battle of formations of front-line troops was fundamental.

Arrows carried by the wind soar fiercely.

The moment sunlight reflected off the arrowheads that flew to the edge of the sky.

With a flash of blue light, rain made of wind fell.

The warriors took cover behind shields to avoid the shower.

Or they stuck close to the castle walls to find blind spots.

– Front line, don’t be scared. You need to hold with your guard up until your HP drops to 20%.

– Supporters, follow Sansae-nim’s orders and match cooldowns.

– Are we responding to the enemy cannon fire?

– We’ve left that to Gawol. You don’t need to worry about that side.

– Yes. Understood.

They’re expecting quite a bit.

I shouldn’t disappoint them.

It’s difficult for an assassin like me to do great things on such a battlefield.

It would be wise to leave the action at the gates or main battlefield to others.

Instead, what I should aim for are the artillery units of the siege side.

System-wise, cannons don’t do much damage to users.

Instead, they apply considerable additional damage to auxiliary buildings.

If we leave the cannons alone, our allies’ recovery ability, supply system, and communication will be rendered useless.

“Cannon location. Found it?”

– Yes. 7 o’clock direction from where you are now.

“I’ll be there soon.”

A path out of the castle walls amidst the chaos.

As if they were waiting, guests followed.

They’re using stealth to follow me, but their footstep handling is clumsy.

Seeing how well they’ve muffled the sound, they’re not complete novices.

The number is two? No, it just increased by one to three.

It’s a burdensome number to handle along with the artillery unit.

I have no choice but to deal with them here.

[You receive the effect of ‘Whisper of the Black Moon’.]

[You receive beneficial effects on all attack power, movement speed, and counterattack judgments.]

[Some skills are enhanced and…]

The fact that they found me right away means these guys are my dedicated team.

They must have brought only the best picks from the alliance.

There’s no need, nor luxury, to measure for long.

The moment a nearby branch shook slightly.

I immediately turned and opened hand-to-hand combat.

“Welcome.”

“…!”

As my knee collided with their jaw, the enemy’s stealth was broken.

As expected, it was an assassin.

How impudent, to your senior.

The opponent isn’t a fool either. The moment one was discovered, their plan was disrupted.

The other two immediately threw weapons at me.

I had to step back, but with this, I confirmed the positions of all enemies.

Deflecting the shuriken and knife in order, I kicked the assassin’s head again.

The composition is assassin, shinobi, and tracker in that order?

The tracker looks quite familiar.

I’m not sure if they changed their costume or what, but the other two looked unfamiliar.

“Sasaeng fans are a bit troublesome.”

“Who’s your fan?”

“Never mind then. I got my hopes up because there’ve been a lot more lately.”

Well, I had roughly guessed.

These guys followed me as soon as I came out.

It’s impossible without a capable tracker.

As with any game, at high levels you tend to keep meeting the same people.

Not that we’ve built any special memories together.

It’s not an industry where colleagues treat each other so warmly.

The tracker who came close swung his sword with fierce momentum.

Fast and concise. But simple.

This is the kind of swordplay that comes from relying only on physicality to handle a sword.

Parrying from the side with my dagger.

Striking down the blade surface as if stamping with the tip of the knife, I threw a hidden weapon towards the neck.

Unfortunately, the point of impact was around the collarbone.

“Kugh!”

“You haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“You’ve changed too much. I barely recognize you.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Especially that guy, I heard he was a pro trainee or something?

It was a common occurrence in this siege scene.

Not everyone skilled can become a pro gamer.

Especially in a situation like now where the gap between pros and amateurs has widened.

Losers are always born alongside winners.

Someone has to sit down, unable to become a pro.

The guys who fell like that were not much different from me.

It’s not easy for those who ran to become pros to start something else now.

In the end, they end up lurking around the siege scene.

That’s why many pros hate this siege scene.

It feels like they see it as a den of losers.

It’s quite infamous and often regarded as a kind of taboo.

“How many friends did you agree to call today? You’re not thinking of killing me with just three, are you?”

“If it were you, would you tell?”

“I definitely wouldn’t. I just asked to annoy you.”

“That’s one thing that should have changed.”

Anyway, they’re opponents of a different caliber from ordinary people who just matched specs.

It’s natural that reinforcements will be joining.

I couldn’t drag this out for too long here.

At the very least, I need to cut off the assassin’s breath right away.

Before they regain their posture.

I shook off the tracker and lunged again.

As I tried to stab the neck with my dagger, the body immediately disappeared.

They probably entered the shadows, but there was one thing they overlooked.

I’m the one who deflected the weapons you threw.

Of course, I made preparations too.

“…How?”

“Well.”

This is why battles between the same class become pure skill contests.

Because we use the same skills, the situation doesn’t change easily.

My body seeps into the shadows along with the opponent.

As soon as we came out again, the same situation from before repeated.

The difference is that now the opponent has no survival skills left.

The dagger pierces the neck, and red blood drips down.

Mounting while grabbing one arm.

Even if I expose my back to thrown weapons, I dealt death decisively.

[‘Gawol’ has killed ‘Dontusechainscythe’.]

Two left now.

Let’s finish this in 2 minutes.

* * *

– I’m sorry. A few assassin types got into the fortress.

– I couldn’t provide much support… but you’ve already taken care of it.

– Anyway, I get to support Gawol-nim again today. Please take care of me.

“Don’t worry too much. If everything goes according to plan, it would be disappointing, that’s how this scene is.”

– Thank you.

– If you keep going in the direction you’re heading now, you’ll find the cannons.

– Enemy numbers are two. The usual artillery unit composition.

– …But that fighter looks familiar somehow. Haven’t we met him a few times?

“Ah.”

There’s one thing I can immediately guess

There was someone who begged to fight me so much, but I didn’t grant his wish.

Sure enough, there was a rather unwelcome person in front of the cannon.

Fundoshimania.

The pervert-like fighter rushed towards me without a word.

[You have entered the influence of the special area ‘Dark Night Gathering’.]

[All debuff effects received from spirit-type summons are increased by 30%.]

[Caster: Imaemangnyang]

With a terrible support on his back.