Confusion 7

The man’s appearance was peculiar.

It was alien even in a world where Gates and monsters existed.

Wearing a robe no different from a straw mat.

Underneath, he wore a mix of tattered, medieval European-style clothing.

She didn’t know.

Han Seoyeon knew nothing about the man before her eyes.

Eventually, her red eyes turned towards the man.

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[Eugen]

Lv. : 90

Exp : 30340/89000

HP : 150

MP : 250

[Status]

Strength : 80(Rank : A)

Agility : 80(Rank : A)

Intelligence : 30(Rank : D)

(Remaining distributable points : 0)

[Special Skill]

Supporting Star – Heart of the Demon King{Rank : ■}, Administrator of the Abyss{Rank : ■}, Rampaging Black-Eyed Dragon{Rank : ■}, Sword Sage of Raging Flames{Rank : ■}, Guardian of the Sun{Rank : ■}….

[Original Skill]

Innate Ability/Special Type – Plunder(Rank : Ex)

[Normal Skill]

Soul of Wandering(Rank : Ex)

Tracking(Rank : E)

Storage(Rank : A)

Contract(Rank : E)

1UP(Rank : S)

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A moment of shock and silence dominated her expression.

Level 90 status.

Numerous Supporting Stars backing him up.

It was impossible.

There should only be one Supporting Star per player.

Moreover, all those Supporting Stars were.

Those of enemies she had defeated before, even more so.

Why.

That single question dominated her mind.

Regardless of her thoughts.

The man opened his mouth.

“Are you okay?”

Disregarding the blood stains.

As if the stench of blood didn’t bother him at all.

“It’s okay now.”

Despite having just killed a person, even if he was a villain.

The man speaks with a cheerful voice, wearing a pure smile.

“Because I’m here.”

An unidentified man.

Only one fact was clear.

“…Run away, senior.”

This man is dangerous.

Too dangerous.

“I’ll buy some time. Hurry…”

Han Seoyeon used the Falling Star Sword as a cane to raise her body.

Then she collapsed back onto the ground.

“Ah…”

It’s wrong.

She can’t muster any strength.

“Are you okay?”

She had lost too much blood.

At this rate, let alone swinging a sword, she couldn’t even stand.

“You don’t have to push yourself. I told you I’m here.”

The man utters incomprehensible words.

It even felt like they were conversing in a different language.

The man approaches.

The hem of his coat blocked Han Seoyeon’s view.

“…Senior?”

Lee Ha-yul drew the greatsword from her back.

“Don’t…”

What that meant.

Han Seoyeon couldn’t not know.

“Run away, right now…”

“Sorry. That doesn’t seem possible.”

She steps forward.

Turns her back to her.

“I owe you my life twice.”

The person Han Seoyeon should protect.

To protect Han Seoyeon.

“So, this time it’s my turn to risk my life for you.”

It was proof.

Proof that Lee Ha-yul was different from the original, a good and righteous girl.

“Ha… Really.”

That proof.

Sighing as if watching a melodrama.

“What’s so great about a bitch craving for a hero to make such a fuss.”

The man sneered.

“That’s good. I didn’t really like you anyway.”

…Ah.

What did he just say?

“I was going to go easy, but you’re just a tumor.”

The man’s words.

The term “craving for a hero.”

Han Seoyeon heard that clearly.

“You’re disqualified as a heroine.”

With those final words, the man’s figure disappears.

A speed beyond cognition.

Lee Ha-yul didn’t move.

She couldn’t move.

The reason was simple.

Because Han Seoyeon had collapsed.

Clang.

A clear sound rings out as the greatsword and fist collide.

Flinch.

Receiving the man’s fist with her sword, Lee Ha-yul’s body felt the strain.

Her ability is at the pinnacle of physical enhancement.

Yet even her body was being pushed back slightly.

An absurd speed and power of the fist.

If an ordinary enhancement ability user had faced this, they would not have escaped death.

Dozens of exchanges continue.

The pure intensity of strength is in the man’s favor.

However, Lee Ha-yul didn’t fall behind.

Despite being physically inferior.

She overwhelms in reverse, seizing the advantage.

It was the difference in experience and skill.

To reach the position of Academy student council president.

Greatsword techniques honed through countless real battles.

Her combat ability, wielding the greatsword as freely as her limbs, surpasses professional hunters.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it artistic.

In comparison, the man’s skill was far too crude.

Like someone who just learned martial arts for the first time.

No, as if he had never had any connection to martial arts at all.

He only has physical specs.

The man’s overall combat ability is far too low.

In less than a few minutes of exchange.

The absolute difference in skill becomes clearly evident.

“You, damn bitch…!”

She can win.

Lee Ha-yul was certain of that.

“…Boring.”

This time, she is the one protecting.

With none other than her own hands.

“Ah, this is annoying.”

The man kicked off the ground, jumping far back.

“You’re laughing? Is it funny?”

He suddenly hardened his expression fiercely.

Then.

Unwrapping the bandages tightly wound around his right hand.

[‘Plunder’ has been activated.]

[Target: Lee Ha-yul]

Dark red formless mana reveals itself.

In an instant.

“…This is.”

Lee Ha-yul felt the greatsword she was holding become heavier.

The blue light dwelling in her body is sucked away.

The dark red light greedily devoured Lee Ha-yul’s mana.

“Time for a lesson.”

The man clenched his fist.

Lee Ha-yul couldn’t react.

Crack.

Blood and flesh tear away.

“You’re dead. Deal with it.”

In the slowed world after losing her ability, the only thing Lee Ha-yul could feel was one thing.

It wasn’t the man’s mockery.

Nor the despair of losing her ability.

“…Stop it.”

A face appears.

The expression of a sad girl.

She again.

Couldn’t repay the girl’s kindness.

The change affected even the two people far away.

A dark red, gloomy energy.

A turbid mana they had never felt before.

Lee Si-woo, with his enhanced senses, directly received it.

It was a shock that instinctively felt like it would paralyze his body.

“…Oops.”

The match was decided in that instant.

Michaela’s cold energy froze Lee Si-woo’s immobilized limbs.

She didn’t finish him off.

Michaela turned back the way she came.

‘Impossible.’

She too felt the evil energy.

She knew that energy.

‘This is, that man’s…’

It shouldn’t be possible.

This shouldn’t be a world of swords and magic.

But what she felt.

The owner of that terrifying will that gave her goosebumps, there was only one in the world.

It’s that man.

He was in this world.

Han Seoyeon had vowed.

That she would not let anyone else get hurt anymore.

She made thorough preparations for her goal.

She thought she had done her best.

It was arrogance.

She was still steeped in arrogance.

She should have thought.

She should have prepared.

Not just for the original story being distorted.

For the fact that elements that didn’t exist in the original story itself could block her path.

The hint should have been right beside her.

Michaela.

Wasn’t the one she loved originally a character that didn’t exist in the original story?

“Suho… No. Was it Seoyeon?”

The result cruelly.

Comes to reality.

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? Because of that damn bitch.”

The man, smiling.

Patted her head.

“But it’s okay now. I’ll teach her a lesson so that bitch will never bother you again.”

The man walks.

Towards the fallen Lee Ha-yul.

Eventually raising his leg.

“Watch carefully from the best seat.”

“…Don’t.”

Crack.

He stomped on her leg.

“Stop─”

“You fucking bitch!”

Crack.

He stomped on her arm.

“What’s so great about a piece of trash like you to make such a fuss! Huh!”

Crack.

He stomped on her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t take a rag like you even if given for free!”

Crack.

He stomped on her stomach.

“What? It’s your turn to protect?”

Crack.

He crushed her chest.

“Who are you to dare try to wash away your sins!”

Crack.

He stomped on her face.

“No matter how much you try,”

Again and again.

Over and over, he stomped on her body.

“The crimes! You’ve! Committed! Can’t be erased!”

The man smiled brightly.

“Phew. Now I feel a bit better…”

“─Get lost.”

A storm of cold energy rushed in.

“You, you!”

The man, facing Michaela, is flustered.

As if facing someone he knows.

“What, what is this! Why are you here!”

“I told you to get lost.”

“You traitorous bitch! Not content with interfering with me once, you’re trying to interfere again!”

Han Seoyeon couldn’t understand what that conversation meant.

Drowsiness closes her eyes.

[Activating Clear Mind and Still Water.]

[Failed.]

The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was Lee Ha-yul, who had become a mess trying to protect her until the end.

“Seoyeon!”

Unlike the original story.

An unfunny bad ending.

“Seoyeon, Seoyeon…!”

She closed her eyes just like that.

She didn’t want to see anything anymore.