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A vacant lot in the rain.

Dark Elf, Quellin Karlhide, frowned.

It was frustrating. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t really think of anything from that clown’s name.

But he knew one thing for sure.

That he was no ordinary guy.

Quellin drew his rapier.

“Kaal, hand Kundal over here. I’ll let you off with just one arm.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine. Leave Kundal there and go. I’ll spare your life.”

“No.”

“What do you want?”

“Your necks.”

Jung Yushin took out a magic scroll from his chest.

The assassins immediately put their fingers on the crossbow triggers.

The Dark Elf shouted.

“Kaal, what are you doing?! Don’t do anything stupid, just get lost quietly or surrender!”

“Fireball!!!”

Jung Yushin tore the scroll and shouted.

In an instant, all eyes in the vacant lot were focused on Jung Yushin’s scroll.

‘He’s falling for it.’

The scroll magic was completely different from the magic Jung Yushin shouted.

[Light]

An enormous light burst out and filled the vacant lot.

The assassins who were hit by the light directly squeezed their eyes shut.

“Kuaaagh!!! It’s light magic!”

“Shoot! Shoot!!”

Thung!! Thung!! Thung!!

The bolts fired by the assassins flew in unison.

Jung Yushin hid behind Kundal.

Pubububuk!!!

“Kkeoeok!!!”

Six or seven bolts were lodged in Kundal’s body.

Jung Yushin slipped out from behind Kundal and ran towards the assassins.

The momentarily blinded assassins were panicking.

‘Good.’

He held an arming sword in one hand and charged at the assassins.

One of the assassins threw his crossbow on the ground, drew his sword, and swung it wildly.

Jung Yushin went behind him and whispered in his ear.

“What are you doing?”

“Heueoeoeok!!!”

The man screamed.

Puuuk.

The arming sword pierced the man’s back and protruded out of his chest.

“Keuk!!!”

The man’s death throes.

He was already dead, having been pierced through the heart. He moved quickly to find the next guy.

A guy shouting while wielding a mace.

Jung Yushin ran up and swung his sword. From top to bottom.

Puhaaak!!!

The severed hand fell to the floor. A stream of blood spurted from the cross-section of the arm.

“Kkuaaaagh!!!”

The assassin screamed, clutching his severed arm.

Sseuaaaak!!!

Jung Yushin swung his sword horizontally and cut off the assassin’s neck.

The sword’s flash shone, and the assassins’ heads flew into the sky.

Thung!

The sound of a crossbow string.

Jung Yushin reacted instantly.

Ttaaang!!!

He swung his arming sword and deflected the bolt.

More and more of the guys were starting to see again.

Jung Yushin moved even faster.

He aimed for the vitals as much as possible.

“Kkuaaaagh!!!”

“Keuheoeok!!!”

Even as the assassins screamed, the Dark Elf stood silently with his eyes closed, holding up his rapier.

Regardless, Jung Yushin circled around the Dark Elf, dodging him, and butchered the remaining guys.

“Kkuaaaagh!!!”

“Keuheoeoeok!!!”

“Sa, save me!!!”

Jung Yushin crisscrossed through the assassins, swinging his sword. Screams and pleas swept through the vacant lot.

He cut wrists and stabbed hearts.

He cut open bellies and ripped out intestines, and he shoved his sword under their chins, tearing apart their brains.

Jung Yushin was a nonchalant butcher, and the blinded assassins were squealing pigs.

He killed each one carefully and with great care.

Sseuaaaak!!!

Jung Yushin’s sword flashed as it cut through the air.

Thud.

The body of the assassin who had lost his neck fell to the ground.

This guy was the last assassin.

The head that had flown off rolled and reached the Dark Elf’s feet.

“…”

The Dark Elf didn’t move a muscle.

Jung Yushin swung his arming sword to shake off the blood clinging to the blade.

Tududuk.

The red blood mixed with the rainwater on the ground.

Jung Yushin slung his arming sword over his shoulder and circled around the Dark Elf. It wasn’t to look for an opening. He walked slowly, leisurely, as if taking a stroll.

He took in the surroundings, enjoying the smell of blood and grass while getting hit by the summer rain.

Jung Yushin stopped walking and looked at the place where the carriages were.

There were a total of three carriages, the middle one being the largest.

Jung Yushin approached the largest carriage. A huge lock was attached to the carriage door.

Knock knock.

Jung Yushin knocked on the carriage door. He heard a sound of someone swallowing their breath inside.

‘He was here.’

Jung Yushin turned his body and looked at the Dark Elf.

“Stop meditating. Blackie.”

At Jung Yushin’s words, the Dark Elf opened his eyes.

“Kundal…is dead.”

At the Dark Elf’s words, Jung Yushin turned his head and looked at Kundal.

Kundal, who had been hit by six or seven bolts, was lying on the ground, unmoving.

Jung Yushin opened his mouth.

“Quellin Karlhide, you killed him.”

“You knew my name too?”

“It’s also a name that will soon be forgotten.”

Jung Yushin lowered the arming sword slung over his shoulder and took a low stance.

One of the stances he learned from Ashur at the Swordsmanship Association while getting beaten up. In the original world, it was also called alber, but it didn’t matter.

The key to the stance was to disturb the opponent or prevent them from concentrating.

In a word, it was a stance to put psychological pressure on the opponent.

There was also a disadvantage. If the opponent was skilled in psychological warfare, his head would be smashed or would fly off as it was.

But what did it matter?

He had been tap-dancing at the gates of the underworld so much that the threshold was worn away.

‘He’s going back and forth.’

Jung Yushin took a stance and sighed deeply.

“Hoo. Come on.”

“Were you a swordsman?”

The Dark Elf’s eyes widened slightly.

“Yes. Let’s fight fair and square.”

Jung Yushin replied.

The Dark Elf made a face as if he was dumbfounded.

“Weren’t you using poison and magic just a moment ago? You were a madman.”

“A swordsman speaks with his sword.”

Jung Yushin straightened his back and stood proudly on the ground as he retorted.

“…You were a brazen madman.”

The Dark Elf quickly charged at him, as if he didn’t want to exchange any more words.

Shyaaaak!!!

The blade of the rapier that stretched out pierced through the rain and stabbed in.

The target was the shoulder.

Jung Yushin didn’t move and calmly looked at the rapier.

Right before the rapier hit his shoulder.

‘Now.’

Jung Yushin quickly twisted his body to avoid the rapier and stabbed his sword in as it was. A stab that came up from below.

The Dark Elf stepped back slightly and avoided the sword.

Jung Yushin clicked his tongue inwardly.

As expected of Crow Sight. His vision had widened, so there were no blind spots.

Shwaeeeeek!!!

The rapier, a little faster. The place it was aiming for was the head.

Jung Yushin quickly turned his head. The blade grazed his cheek, just a hair’s breadth away. Blood flowed from his thinly cut cheek.

[Revenger]

Engraving activated.

Jung Yushin’s eyes burned with blue ghoulfire.

‘He’s not a guy you can use psychological warfare on.’

He immediately abandoned his first plan.

Because of the Fast Weapon engraving that Quellin had, a long-term battle was extremely disadvantageous. A short-term battle was forced.

‘I have no choice but to give flesh and take bone.’

Chang! Chaechang!

Jung Yushin took a middle stance and swung his sword. The speed of the Dark Elf’s rapier was starting to pick up.

Shwaeeeeek!!!

The rapier pierced through the air and stabbed in.

Puk!

The sword dug into Jung Yushin’s shoulder.

“Shit!”

Jung Yushin took another step closer. But the sword was quickly pulled out of Jung Yushin’s shoulder.

The Dark Elf stepped back slightly and sneered.

“Give flesh and take bone? I can see your capabilities.”

“…”

After that, a one-sided attack by the Dark Elf continued. He stabbed his rapier while thoroughly maintaining his distance.

Puk! Puk! Puk!

Shoulder, ribcage, thigh.

Blood flowed out of the places the rapier pierced without fail. Along with that, Jung Yushin’s ghoulfire became increasingly dense.

The Dark Elf, Quellin, clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘That crazy bastard. He should be collapsing by now.’

That crazy clown swung his sword without even batting an eye.

Jung Yushin, who didn’t know what the Dark Elf was thinking, swung his sword like crazy.

‘Bolts. Let’s think of them as bolts.’

Jung Yushin’s eyes gradually became hazy.

Moments of agony.

Small, the throwing axes that flew from the circus stage.

Large, the dozens of bolts that flew from the labyrinth.

It had already become a trauma, but he didn’t relieve it with alcohol. Nor did he relieve it with conversation.

However.

Every morning at dawn, he obsessively swung his sword, reliving that painful moment.

And in this moment.

The hardships he had experienced became nourishment through training, allowing Jung Yushin’s capabilities to blossom.

Ttang!!!

The Dark Elf’s eyes widened.

“What?!”

Did that clown just deflect his rapier?

The sword strike, sped up by Fast Weapon, was supposed to be hard to control even for himself.

His spine tingled.

Impatience washed over him.

Shwaeeeeeeek!!!

The rapier pierced through the wind and was deeply embedded in Jung Yushin’s chest.

“Keuk!!!”

Jung Yushin gritted his teeth.

‘It’s here.’

He avoided his heart. He took another step closer. The Dark Elf’s eyes widened.

The sword.

The sword embedded in the clown’s chest didn’t move.

‘Just what?!’

Moment.

Kwajik!!!

An enormous pain was felt in his right leg, in his shin.

The pain, amplified by the Hyper Sensitivity engraving, shook the Dark Elf, Quellin’s, mind.

“Kkeueueueak!!!”

The Dark Elf limped backwards and fell to the ground.

Jung Yushin’s walker had a jackknife attached to it.

Jung Yushin grinned.

He had been nagging Boron for the past three days to finally get him to attach a jackknife to his walker.

“Shibal!!! You cowardly bastard!!!”

The Dark Elf was enraged and shouted.

Jung Yushin pulled out the rapier embedded in his chest and threw it on the ground.

Teonggeureong.

He spat the blood that was rising up onto the ground.

“Tweteut!!! Su…suddenly such praise, I’m embarrassed.”

“You crazy bastard!!! You son of a bitch!!! Aren’t you ashamed as a swordsman?!”

“I won anyway. I broke your precious Fast Weapon.”

The Elf was about to shout again, but his eyes widened.

Jung Yushin’s green hair was turning black.

“You, you were a mixed-blood Barbaroi?! Not Kaal!!! Butcher Scar!!!”

Jung Yushin swept back his hair.

‘It’s back. Back to black hair again.’

It seemed that the time limit for the magic dye Oswald had given him had expired.

Anyway, he recognized him at a glance. He smacked his lips in regret.

He didn’t like the ominous nickname Butcher, but he couldn’t help it. It was better than a nickname like Child Lover.

He had tried to sneakily pin a good nickname on the dead Kaal, but his plan went awry.

Jung Yushin sighed and raised his sword.

“Dark-skinned Elf, you mediocre commoner who is inferior to me in all aspects: virtue, skill, and wisdom. I will put an end to your pathetic life.”

“Do…don’t spout nonsense!!!”

“Go peacefully.”

Jung Yushin raised his sword and plunged it into the Dark Elf’s belly.

Puuuk!!!

The arming sword pierced through his intestines and was embedded in the ground.

“Keuheoeok!!!”

Jung Yushin stared at the Dark Elf’s face, who was vomiting blood, before getting up and strolling around the vacant lot.

All 10 assassins were dead.

The Dark Elf, Quellin Karlhide, half-dead.

He picked up a mace as he strolled between the scattered corpses and approached the middle carriage.

Kkaaang!!! Kkaaaang!!!

After striking it a few times, the lock was broken.

Knock knock.

“Is anyone there?”

Kkiiiiiik.

When he opened the door, a stench stung his nose.

Monsters and animals with limbs cut off here and there, and people, were huddled in the corner, shivering. The animals were fine.

Some of them looked at Jung Yushin’s face and hair and fainted, wetting themselves as they were.

“Ahiman, I’ve come to pick you up.”

“Chirup!”

A small lizard quickly crawled over.

Jung Yushin held out his hand and received Ahiman, observing him.

He didn’t seem to be injured.

“Ahiman, you’ve suffered a lot.”

“Chirup!”

“I’m the best? I know. Thank you.”

“Chirup.”

Jung Yushin turned his head again and observed the people.

“Ha, shibal.”

The people who had been caught all had something in common: bandages wrapped around their ankles, stained with thick blood.

Jung Yushin handed a potion to the Kobold who was sitting closest.

“First, try to heal the people with this.”

“Ye…yes. King king.”

The Kobold carefully approached and received Jung Yushin’s potion.

Jung Yushin got out of the carriage and quickly approached the Dark Elf.

The Dark Elf was vomiting blood.

“You bastard, you’re not even human. Just die already.”

Jung Yushin pulled out his sword and plunged it into the Dark Elf’s heart.

“Keok!”

The Dark Elf’s breath was cut off.

Jung Yushin got up and walked a little, then sat down on the carriage steps.

After waiting blankly for a while, two people pushed through the bushes and approached.

Snout Nose and Maya.

“Master!”

Maya ran to Ahiman, shedding tears.

“Chirup!”

Maya carefully grabbed Ahiman, who was on Jung Yushin’s shoulder, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

“Sob. I’m sorry. Master, you’ve suffered a lot because of me, right? I’ll never let you go again from now on.”

Maya rubbed her cheek against Ahiman’s face, shedding tears.

“Chiruup.”

The lizard licked its tongue.

Maya, who came to her senses, bowed deeply towards Jung Yushin.

“Scar-nim, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We’re just helping each other out.”

Jung Yushin waved his hand.

With Maya’s help, he was able to safely seal the Female Virgin Corruption engraving. He was the one who should be expressing his gratitude.

“Scar-nim.”

Snout Nose bent over at a right angle and handed him a towel.

“Thanks.”

Just as Jung Yushin was about to wipe his face with the towel.

Puseuseuseu.

Five people wearing masks walked out of the bushes.

Jung Yushin looked at the masked people.

‘Those guys are Oswald’s subordinates.’

He could tell at a glance.

It was because they were wearing silver bracelets on their left wrists, as Oswald had told him in advance.

The masked people were dragging five corpses.

He wondered where five of the 25 assassins had gone; so they were here.

The mercenaries hired by Oswald approached and bowed to Scar.

“Scar-nim, you’ve worked hard.”

Jung Yushin, who was sitting on the carriage, looked around at the mercenaries.

Why were they suddenly being so polite?

Something was strange.

He asked cautiously.

“Who are you guys to suddenly speak so formally to me?”

“My subordinates.”

A person pushed through the bushes and walked into the vacant lot.

An Elf with an eyepatch on one eye.

Aldaine Ashwood.

The manager of the monster dismantling facility.