Ch. 37 Ranger Glady
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 37 – Ranger Glady
No matter how old and worn-out the barn was, the cost of repairing the collapsed wall was significant. Glady ended up paying a total of 10,000 gold for the wall repairs.
“Sniff…”
“Why don’t you try staying at an inn for a change?”
Isolin chirped cheerfully in front of the saddened Glady. As she said, staying at an inn would be much better than living in such a barn. At least, there wouldn’t be any mice or walls collapsing at an inn.
“I’m trying to save as much as I can until I can buy a house…”
I nodded at Glady’s response. Players who prefer solo play at low levels always struggle with gold. Especially for archers, who have additional expenses like arrows.
Glady, still looking sad, asked, “So… what brings you here today? Did you find another treasure map…?”
“Of course, it’s for party hunting. Don’t you want to reach level 30?”
“Ah…”
Glady nodded blankly at my answer. When I reached out my hand, her small hand hesitated for a moment before gently resting on top of mine.
It was soft.
“Shall we go?”
The place where the party, with an average height of 139.3 cm, arrived was a vast plateau called the “Lair of the Razor Horns.”
It was a high-altitude area, and in reality, it would have been hard to breathe, but the players here weren’t affected by such trivial things.
As the name of the map suggests, the monsters that appeared here were Razor Horns.
Razor Horns were giant boar monsters with glowing tusks, level 25.
Like the bear we had encountered before, they were also considered elite monsters.
My level was 28, and Isolin’s was 29. Glady, who had joined us, was only level 23, which was quite low, but if we recruited a high-level tank, we could easily take down the level 25 elite Razor Horns.
While looking around the hunting ground entrance to recruit the remaining party members, I noticed something strange.
“The atmosphere feels off.”
“Yeah, it does.”
As Glady and Isolin pointed out, the atmosphere at the entrance of the hunting ground was indeed strange.
Most people were maintaining a tense silence. In a normal situation, they would have been loudly recruiting new party members.
“Did something happen?”
“Maybe a hidden boss spawned?”
If a hidden boss had appeared, people wouldn’t just be standing around.
They would either rush to beat it or run away.
I shook my head at Glady’s words and approached the crowd.
As I got closer, I noticed that everyone was focused on one spot.
Following their gaze, I saw two men standing in a wide open area, facing each other.
One was a stranger, but the other was someone I knew well.
[Level 30]
[Pacheonmaje]
[Pacheonmaje] A man deeply immersed in his own role-playing.
He was quite famous among players for his eccentric behavior.
The man facing Pacheonmaje was from the Return Guild.
[Return Guild]
[Level 35]
[Sebert]
I didn’t know the details, but from the way they were pointing weapons at each other, it didn’t seem like a simple matter.
Watching the scene, Glady and Isolin began whispering to each other.
“They’ve drawn their weapons. Are they sparring?”
“No way… That’s a real sword. If it were just practice, they’d be using wooden sticks or training swords.”
“If it’s a real sword, isn’t that dangerous? Getting stabbed would hurt…”
“Looking at their expressions, they seem really angry at each other. It looks like they’ve got into an argument…”
As Glady furrowed her brows and trailed off, Pacheonmaje, who had been lightly holding his sword, spread his legs shoulder-width apart and raised his sword with both hands.
It was a stance often seen in kendo, called jodan.
Pacheonmaje looked ready to swing his sword at any moment.
Sebert reacted to Pacheonmaje’s movement.
He frowned and asked Pacheonmaje
“So words won’t work, huh? Are you really going to do this?”
Pacheonmaje didn’t say a word. He just tensed his legs, signaling that he was ready to swing his sword at any moment.
“Sigh… A level 30 guy thinks he can solo a Razor Horn…”
The blatant superiority, the underlying contempt—Sebert’s attitude toward Pacheonmaje was so rude that even an outsider would frown.
Then, Pacheonmaje spoke. His twisted expression showed that he was in a very bad mood.
“You took the Razor Horn I was hunting. And you did it intentionally, multiple times.”
“If you gave me a signal, I would’ve moved. If you had handled it faster, I wouldn’t have said anything. You’re slowing down the respawn rate and ruining the hunting efficiency.”
“Where I hunt is my freedom.”
“Taking monsters is our party’s freedom.”
“It seems we can’t talk this out.”
“You’re the one who’s being unreasonable, you bastard…”
As the conversation continued, both men’s faces turned red with anger.
I crossed my arms and watched. They were both on edge, but it didn’t seem like they would clash immediately.
Even though the world had changed, they were still adults who had lived in reality.
Ordinary people wouldn’t resort to drawing swords against each other.
In the end, they would probably back down and let it fizzle out. I nodded, thinking that, when suddenly—
“You’re acting all high and mighty because you’ve got a guild backing you. You can’t do anything on your own.”
Pacheonmaje’s voice was low, laced with a strange laugh.
“What…?”
“Have you forgotten what you said to me at first? I remember it clearly. You didn’t ask me to move. You just asked, ‘Can’t you see our guild’s mark?’”
“That was…”
“So what? If your entire party is from the Return Guild, am I supposed to just step aside?”
“Watch your mouth…”
“I’m curious about something. Are all the people in the Return Guild like you?”
When Pacheonmaje’s laughter-filled question echoed, a small chuckle escaped from the crowd. Sebert, who had been breathing heavily, raised his sword and took a step forward.
Pacheonmaje sneered at the sight.
He exhaled low and asked, “You don’t know how to handle a sword, do you?”
Was that the trigger?
In an instant, Sebert, who had been holding his breath, let out a rough yell and swung his sword.
“Argh!”
Whoosh—!
The sword swung with great force, but that was all.
The moment Sebert’s sword cut through the air, Pacheonmaje’s blade was already at Sebert’s throat.
-Did he really just swing a sword…?
-That’s a real sword, right? Is that guy insane?
-The Return Guild tried to kill someone.
-What? He’s 5 levels higher and still lost?
The crowd began to murmur.
Their shock was understandable.
No one would have expected someone to swing a real sword at another person, no matter how angry they were.
But Sebert, a member of the Return Guild, had swung a real sword, defying all expectations.
It was only because Pacheonmaje was skilled that things didn’t end badly.
If an ordinary person had been in his place, they would have been seriously injured.
In this situation, it was clear to anyone that the Return Guild was at fault.
Even the other members of the guild seemed to realize this, as they approached Sebert and Pacheonmaje with panicked expressions.
Then, Pacheonmaje shouted, “Don’t come any closer! Did you think I wouldn’t see through your tricks? You’re planning to pretend to stop me while swinging your sword at me, just like this guy did!”
At Pacheonmaje’s shout, the Return Guild members hesitated. At that moment, as if taking advantage of Pacheonmaje’s distraction, Sebert’s eyes flashed, and he swung his sword with incredible speed.
Whoosh—!
Sebert’s attack was sudden. No one had expected it, and no one had anticipated such a move.
Even Pacheonmaje seemed caught off guard, his expression turning to panic.
“You crazy bas—”
There wasn’t much to gain from intervening in this situation.
In fact, the losses would likely outweigh any benefits. I might even be enemy of the Return Guild, causing problems for my future activities.
But.
My body was already moving.
I didn’t think about the complicated calculations.
As I naturally took a large step forward, the world I was looking at began to melt into shades of gray.
The colors drained away. When the boundary between light and dark blurred, my gaze, floating in the air, flew toward Sebert’s eyes and locked onto them.
Halt—
The moment our eyes met, Sebert seemed to sense something was wrong, and his movements froze.
The trajectory of his swiftly swinging sword twisted, and eventually, it fell powerlessly to the ground.
Clang—!
“Ugh… Ugh…”
No one pitied Sebert as he retched. Everyone just frowned and stepped back.
This was a guy who had swung a real sword at someone without hesitation, not once but twice. No one wanted to get close to him.
Pacheonmaje, who had been standing there dazed for a moment, kicked the fallen sword away and began to beat Sebert mercilessly.
“You crazy bastard!”
Pacheonmaje was ruthless. He used his fists and feet to turn Sebert into a bloody mess. But no one stopped him.
Watching the scene, Glady said, “Um… today doesn’t seem like a good day for hunting…”
Everyone agreed with her. The three of us turned around and headed back the way we came.
That day, a warrior named Sebert was expelled from the Return Guild. And he was locked inside a giant monster cage.
It wasn’t the city guards who imprisoned him. They generally didn’t interfere with matters outside the city.
It was players who imprisoned players.
Pacheonmaje demanded an apology from the Return Guild, but no official apology came.
Rumors spread that they had offered 500,000 gold in exchange for silence.
Quietly, but quickly.
Dissatisfaction with the Return Guild spread like wildfire.
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