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A nerve-tingling cheer rang out in anticipation of battle.

Pulsating blood vessels heat the muscles, and sharpened senses sharpen the edge.

Vision becomes clearly clear.

So much so that I could even capture the small drop of blood that remained like a trace on the rock club aimed at my head.

The flying club was ridiculously slow.

no. Am I getting faster?

Lightly bend your upper body to avoid it.

The sound of a strong wind passed over my head.

He swung his sword and cut the empty body.

Blood burst out with a scream, and the troll grabbed its side.

Was it a little shallow? It seemed like it couldn’t reach the insides.

The frenzied troll swings his club wildly.

The club hit the wall, floor, furniture, etc., making a loud noise and scattering brick fragments.

A dirty roar and a violent burst echoed through the room.

Excessively large movements, clearly linear trajectory.

It wasn’t difficult to avoid.

Avoid by turning your body, bending your waist, and sometimes kicking the ground.

Scattered pieces of brick hit the armor and fell to the floor.

He repeatedly swung his sword, looking for an opportunity.

Arms, shins, thighs, abdomen, lower back.

The troll’s whole body was sharply split apart.

The blood gushing from the cut wound touched my body, releasing lukewarm heat.

“Gooo!”

The troll, who had been manipulated and manipulated, cried out in anger.

When I opened my mouth, a disgusting, disgusting smell came out.

It’s unpleasant.

The side of my body had healed before I knew it, and the sword wounds here and there were also recovering quickly with a faint vapor.

Indeed, the regenerative ability is definitely amazing. I guess the cuts are insignificant.

Still, at this level. It’s no big deal.

Change the way you swing.

From proper swordsmanship that cuts sharply in line with the blade, to a rough trajectory that twists and tears off the sword while damaging it.

Chunks of flesh began to tear apart.

The troll, unable to bear the pain, screamed.

This is kind of hilarious.

Pieces of flesh were crunching and sticking to the floor and walls.

Certainly, regeneration was slower than when it was simply cut down.

The entire room was suddenly stained red. So does my body.

“Gaaagh!”

The troll screamed, grabbed the club with both hands and struck it down.

Roll to the side to avoid it.

There was an explosion as the floor shattered, and cracks extended all the way to the wall.

From afar, I felt new signs approaching.

I’ll have to hurry.

He jumped up, stepped on the troll’s arm, and twisted the long sword deep into the troll’s neck.

The troll with its throat cut out cackled and waved its arms wildly.

He jumped straight and climbed on the troll’s head.

Regenerative power is something to be proud of?

Shall we check if the head can be regenerated even if it is torn off?

Grasp the hilt of the sword with one hand, and hold the nape of the neck with the other hand.

Pull it out with all your might.

“Hwaaa!”

With the sound of meat being torn apart, the troll’s head was ripped out.

Blood gushing up like hot spring water soaked my face.

The troll, which had become a fountain made of flesh and stumbled, soon fell to its knees.

okay. If you lose your head, you will die.

I looked down at the writhing corpse and roughly brushed the blood off my head.

“Is that person…a real person…?”

“…He has trained a lot.”

I heard Minea muttering tiredly.

What’s wrong with me? No matter where you look, he’s a normal person.

“No time for jokes. More coming.”

From across the hallway, I sensed the presence of three trolls running towards me. Nigel must have felt it too.

It’s three to one…if each one is like this, there won’t be any problem.

After sending Nigel and Minea into the room, he stood in the middle of the hallway, checked his weapons, and waited for the trolls to arrive.

As expected, the knight’s sword was of good quality and held up well without any significant distortion despite excessive movement.

Daggers stuck at the waist. All six are no problem.

The bow I was carrying on my back… Come to think of it, I never had any chance to shoot a bow.

The fact that Hershela carried it means she knows how to shoot a bow, right?

…I’ll give it a try.

I put my sword away, took out my bow, and pulled the string slightly.

Perhaps it was a fairly strong bow, but it was a sturdy object that did not bend much when pulled lightly.

This could easily penetrate thin armor.

If you shoot at a troll, it seems like it will go right through.

After taking out a few arrows, he smashed the arrowheads on the floor and crushed the ends.

If you do this, you’ll get stuck in your flesh, so it’s probably better against trolls, right?

From the other side of the hallway, three trolls were stomping towards us.

After attaching the blunt arrow to the string, apply force and pull it strongly.

The bow was tilted wide with a screeching sound.

As I focused my attention and glared at the trolls, their appearance became clear.

It didn’t look much different from the guy I killed earlier, but the only difference was the hair that grew on its chin.

Only one was quite noticeable as it was covered with shaggy fur all the way to its head.

I left the aim to my senses and aimed my bow with the feeling that I was aiming for the head of a troll.

The moment the string was released, an arrow fired like a bullet hit the troll’s head with the sound of air exploding.

Blood and brain matter splattered towards the back of the head, and the troll screamed.

While the troll with an arrow stuck in its head was staggering, the other two continued to run.

The distance narrowed quickly.

I wonder if I can take one more step forward.

He immediately shot another arrow. This time, aim for the feet.

One troll lost his balance and fell down with a thud.

The one remaining ran right in front of me.

good. With this, the trolls dispersed.

All that’s left is to deal with those hit by arrows before they recover.

Now, instead of three to one, you can do one-on-one three times.

We’ve already learned how to kill trolls.

He threw his bow back, drew his sword, and charged at the troll in front of him.

—-

“Gooo!”

Instead of a rock club, this troll was carrying a split log.

If it’s a tree, if you cut it with a sword, the sword won’t break, right?

It twists its body to avoid the log aimed at its head.

Next, he swung his long sword sharply at the log that stopped for an instant after touching the floor.

Like chopping firewood with an axe, the log club was split in two.

The troll, who lost his weapon in an instant, stretches out his massive legs.

You can cut it.

I felt confident.

He swung the sword he held with both hands.

With a slight feeling of resistance, as if cutting through a rubber ball, the troll’s leg broke.

The troll screamed and fell down, blood spurting from the cut surface.

I cut off his head and crushed it by stepping on it.

The twitching troll went limp.

Meanwhile, two birds with arrows drawn rushed in at once.

Avoid swinging giant soldiers by rolling on the ground.

The sound of the wind blowing uplifts the spirit.

As they attacked from both sides in succession, they were too busy dodging and had no time to properly counterattack.

First, let’s take care of one guy first.

He kicks off the floor and jumps to the wall, then kicks off the wall again and lands on the ceiling.

The trolls’ weapons struck the wall as if they were following my movements, and stopped for an instant, breaking the bricks and digging into the dirt inside.

He kicked down the ceiling and plunged his sword vertically into the head of one of the trolls, swinging it wildly.

He was a guy with a lot of hair.

The troll, whose brain had been torn apart like meat porridge, rolled his eyes and fell to his knees, drooling.

Another troll saw this and swung his club towards me.

Holding him by his hair, he ran over his body backwards, pulled out the academy’s long sword, and cut open the back of his neck.

Another troll’s club smashed the troll’s head, which was half shaking due to a broken cervical vertebrae.

The knight’s sword was also broken into pieces. It’s a bit of a waste. I used it well.

The moment I landed on the ground, a huge foot came right in front of me.

A swinging kick as if looking for an opening in the landing.

There was no time to dodge or properly counterattack.

So, I decided to believe what Nigel said.

I said my strength was greater than that of a troll.

He stretched out his arms and caught the troll’s kick.

The sound of a heavy blow rang in my ears.

The body was pushed backwards several meters.

My back was against the dug-out wall.

A strong shock travels down the arm and up to the shoulder.

It wasn’t pain, it was shock.

…This is really blocking it. It’s my body, but it’s ridiculous.

Now that I think about it, it’s not my body.

The troll also looked at me blankly with wide eyes, probably not thinking that a person would stop it.

He threw a dagger at that eyeball and exploded it.

It’s fun.

He threw another dagger toward his groin.

A high-pitched sound that could reach the sky erupted from the troll’s mouth.

He cut off the neck of the trembling troll, who was crouching down helplessly.

Only the two daggers stuck in his eyes were recovered, and the dagger stuck in his groin was left behind as a gift for the afterlife.

I didn’t really want to touch the dagger that was dirty with blood and bodily fluids.

“You’re not a person…?”

Minea muttered helplessly.

—

I wiped off the blood and kept going.

Did you say there were about six trolls?

So now there are two left. And one ogre.

Although there may be more.

There was another large space in the middle, so I looked around for a moment.

Perhaps it was the space where the three trolls lived earlier, but there were devoured corpses scattered here and there.

There was a smell of excrement in the corner.

Having sensitive senses…isn’t…a good thing…

I urged the two and quickly got out.

The two people felt somewhat unfair because their sense of smell had already been paralyzed and they were in a calm state.

I think I walked about thirty minutes more. I took a quick break in the middle and chewed the piece of beef jerky that Minea gave me.

Maybe it was because of the smell around me, but I didn’t have much of an appetite, so I took a bite and ate it.

Nigel and Minea chewed the beef jerky without paying attention.

In this place where the air is dirty, you can eat really well.

…I think I did all the hard work. Why do you eat harder?

After a slightly unpleasant snack, we continued our exploration.

There was a side road and a room in the middle, but there was no one inside.

The room was filled with weathered objects whose purpose was difficult to determine, and according to Minea, these things were worth a lot of money.

Anyway, it was all in the contract to be owned by Baron, so it was a piece of cake.

Minea, who was looking at the room with slightly regretful eyes, urged me to keep going.

Not long after, the presence of the creature was felt from beyond again.

Two trolls are standing guard on either side of the large door visible in the distance in the hallway.

“…Probably the last room is in the back.”

Minea whispered.

“How do you know?”

“If you look at the path we have taken now, we are drawing a large square from the entrance and gradually entering the center.”

Minea drew an angled swirl shape in the air with her finger.

“Dungeons with a square spiral structure usually have a key facility in the center. In this case, that would be the key.”

“Oh really? After all, it’s convenient to have an expert. If that’s true, we can get out of here as soon as we kill all those guys over there.”

It was advice from an experienced person.

Then the question is how many people are in the room…

It was a bit vague because of the distance, but it seemed like it was probably one guy. If it looks bigger than a troll, is it an ogre?

“Then, let’s first bring the troll here and catch it. Stay back. Turn off the lantern.”

“Yes.”

I sent Nigel and Minea to the back and deliberately made a clattering sound.

The trolls who heard the sound echoing through the hallway looked at each other and purred, and then one trudged in this direction.

I hid in the darkness of the hallway and waited for the troll to come closer.

A troll that came close to me must have smelled a person, so it stopped in place and sniffed.

It is now.

He immediately threw the dagger at the troll’s weak point.

The fired dagger pierced the troll’s lower body cover and became stuck inside.

A mournful scream rang out once again.

Rush towards the fallen troll.

The troll raised its head and glared at me with intense hatred.

I lightly dodge the outstretched arm and cut it off with my sword.

There was a sound of the sword body twisting slightly. As expected, I won’t be able to use the Academy’s mass-produced products for a long time.

He swung the sword straight at his neck.

The dug-in sword body was caught at the end of his neck.

He stretched out his hand, ripped off his neck, and slammed his head on the floor.

The troll’s head was crushed like a raw egg.

Perhaps because it heard its compatriot’s screams, another troll came running towards us.

Beyond that, I glimpsed a huge stone door slowly opening.

I took a quick look at the long sword. It was already getting dull and incontinent.

I think this thing will break after I catch that troll.

I tried throwing away the remaining daggers, but the troll also seemed to have the ability to learn and blocked the daggers by holding a club between its legs.

The daggers were stuck deep into the club.

It would have been better if it had bounced off, but it would be unreasonable to retrieve it right away.

Do I have no choice but to just hit it?

He dodged the swing of the club, kicked him in the chest, made him kneel, and hit the back of his neck with the sword.

The sword broke halfway through the neck bone. The troll frothed blood.

“Haaa!”

Clasp both hands like clasps, lift them up high, and hit them on the head.

With a sound similar to an explosion, the troll’s neck vertebrae were broken and its half-crushed head fell to the floor.

The blade of my hand feels a bit tingly.

When I took a quick look, I saw shattered bone fragments sticking through the gloves and into the blades of my hands.

I pulled out a decent amount of bone fragments and looked towards the door, which was now completely open.

A huge monster was walking out, holding on to the crack in the door.

A muscular monster with lumpy, reddish skin.

Although it was taller than the troll, it actually looked thinner due to its muscular body with less fat.

Its head, chin, chest, shoulders, wrists, groin, and ankles are covered with brown fur, and it holds a huge two-handed ax in both hands.

It was a proper metal ax that was made from the beginning with the assumption that it would be used by giant demi-humans.

Two pairs of horns sprouted from the corners of its eyes, and its long, torn mouth reached close to its ears.

Every time he opened his mouth, his long tongue flicked between his teeth.

…They looked ten times more vicious than trolls, but I said there wasn’t much of a difference.

A roar reverberates through the earth.

Aimella’s sword was drawn.

The sword body with its blue luster radiated a clear sound as it welcomed its owner.

The hilt of the sword stuck to my hand.

Just by looking at it, it is a famous sword of a different level, so it is unlikely to break.

I ran towards the monster with my long sword hanging down.

—-

The ax that comes down shatters the ground.

The shattered bricks fly in all directions, causing an earthquake-like vibration.

In an instant, he straightens his staggering body and runs straight ahead.

In my head, I recall Nigel’s advice about ogres.

– Ogre. Their regenerative power is weaker than that of trolls, but their physical abilities are superior. Can win.

To be honest, it’s a bit too rough to be advice. Still, it helps.

The Ogre’s movements were quite quick, as if its muscles were not for decoration.

The ax blade whipped around like an angry wind, chopping down walls, ceilings, and floors everywhere.

It would be a bit difficult to confront that thing head on, so let’s go for a war of attrition.

Avoiding the axe, he slid towards the leg and swung his sword as if grazing.

As if cutting through water, the tip of the sword dug in without any resistance, cutting deep into the ogre’s calf.

Blood splattered on the floor.

…There’s no need for that.

All the tension disappeared.

Imela’s sword, which I swung for the first time, was an incredibly powerful and famous sword.

Sharpness, elasticity, and strength.

Compared to this sword, the knight’s sword that was used until now is no different from scrap metal.

The Academy’s mass-produced longswords are at the level of children’s toys.

As expected, I should avoid showing this sword to others at all costs.

Before Imela’s true identity, the sword’s performance alone seems to attract all kinds of bastards.

…I’m glad I told Minea to turn off the lantern.

That woman’s eyesight wouldn’t be able to properly understand the situation in the dark.

“Uuuuu…!”

The ogre let out a groan and stretched out its fist.

He twisted his body to the side to avoid it, and thrust his sword straight towards his fist.

With a slightly dull sensation, the blade penetrated the bone and cut it open.

The ogre’s arm was split in half up to the elbow.

The sword body, soaked in bone marrow and blood, flashed coldly without a single tooth coming out.

The ogre suddenly had three arms and ran wild in pain, spraying blood everywhere.

The ax wielded with one arm did not show as much power or accuracy as before.

My right shoulder was split.

The arm that had been cut in half fell off completely, gushing blood.

The ogre stopped attacking and howled in pain.

My left wrist was cut off.

The ax fell to the ground and made a heavy metallic sound.

It hit me directly with my torso, so I rolled to the side to avoid it.

The ogre’s body broke through the wall and became stuck.

The ceiling collapsed and bricks fell.

I approached the ogre, which was groaning and pulling itself out, hitting it with its arm.

He lowered his upper body and let go of the flailing forearm as if trying to shake me off, splitting the ogre’s stomach horizontally.

The skin of the stomach split open and torn internal organs poured out along with blood.

Half-digested, mushy human fragments soaked the floor.

The body, mixed with internal waste and digestive juices, gave off an indescribable, terrible smell.

I took a step back and avoided the flowing dirt.

I twisted my waist and fired the dagger with all my might.

Grabbing the stomach with one wristless arm, I aimed towards the ogre’s distressed eyebrows.

A dagger, even the handle, went straight through the head and protruded from the back of the head.

The ogre let out a groan and fell limp.

It was instant death.

—-

After dealing with the auger, I checked inside the room.

There were two rows of pillars with strange reliefs carved on both sides of the huge space, and inside, there was a rock similar to a chair attached to the wall.

Half-broken pieces of stone furniture three or four times the size were scattered here and there, and in one corner of the room, weapons and armor suitable for giants were strewn about.

I think I probably took out one of the Ogre weapons from here too.

I guess the reason I didn’t wear armor was because I didn’t have enough intelligence left to wear it.

All passages that seemed to lead to other places were collapsed, making it impossible to check.

Since this is the center of the dungeon anyway, it’s probably like a separate room at most.

After completing my search, I started to retrace my steps.

On the way back, I picked up the sword of the knight that had been shattered earlier and decided to return it to where the knight’s body was.

Since you got your revenge well, you’ll be satisfied with this, right?

“It was great. Monsters won’t be a problem anymore.”

While walking down the hallway, wiping away the blood with the cloth Minea gave him, Nigel suddenly opened his mouth.

“Yeah, I fought and it wasn’t a big deal. Although it was fun.”

“Yes. Since your movements are much better than before, I think there will be no problem if you just strengthen the interpersonal combat part.”

—-

After chatting about various things, we climbed the rope ladder and returned to Yeongju Castle.

Fortunately, the line didn’t break or anything.

If you think about it, it’s fortunate for them and not us.

The butler was surprised to hear that the work was completed in less than a day, and led us to Baron Hebel.

Baron Hebel was a middle-aged man who looked like a fat pig.

The Baron continued to tease us, saying he didn’t believe our report and asking if there were any items secretly stolen from the dungeon.

As for the compensation, Minea suggested an appropriate amount, but she kept talking back, saying that she couldn’t give it before confirmation and that the price was too high.

While I was debating whether to hit that head or not, Nigel let out a roar first.

Thanks to Nigel, who went on a rampage asking if he was insulting the knight of Landenburg, he was able to leave the barony with appropriate compensation.

2 gold upfront, 5 gold per troll, and 10 gold per ogre.

A total of 42 gold was enough to last two or three months.

After arriving at the island and handing over the hiring fee to Minea, 41 gold remained.

I thought 1 gold was too salty, but he liked it, saying it was a generous gift for not having done much.

—-

The bed in the special room welcomed me again after six days.

I decided to think about tomorrow, washed it with warm water, and threw myself into bed.