Disguise

Dungeons are places to farm good items and gather materials for crafting.

Due to the Full Dive nature, leveling up is only possible by climbing the Tower.

The ancient beings sealed in dungeons become materials for the Hero’s Enhancement.

Even in a level-based game, if your level is capped and you’re at the same level as others, equipment and Skills remain important factors that determine superiority.

Even just that made dungeons important content that clans fought over for ownership.

But after being trapped in the game.

The perception of dungeons changed.

There had been suspicions even before that.

The belief that it was just a game and shouldn’t be confused with reality had simply sunk those suspicions into the depths.

After the logout failure, as people began to regard the game as reality, the suspicions surfaced.

The game’s dungeons.

The real world’s dungeons.

Could they be the same?

That was the suspicion.

Dungeons appeared in the world after Magical Power emerged.

Full Dive was a virtual world formed by Magical Power.

Comparing the two, it wasn’t strange to have the suspicion of “maybe?”

And,

“Smartphone.”

This is a very important clue.

If it’s proven to be an object from the real world, the conclusion about the logout failure can be narrowed down to two possibilities.

The Hunter world and the Murim world.

Which of the two is the game world.

Or,

The possibility that the game world has become a dungeon.

‘If it’s the latter, it’s pretty much a disaster, ribbit.’

“Still, that’s the most likely possibility.”

If it’s the former, it’s a pre-prepared event by the game company.

If it’s the latter, the situation becomes very, very serious.

Americano frowned deeply.

“…Tch.”

She clicked her tongue.

“But why do I have to think about this?”

‘Because of curiosity, ribbit.’

“If it’s because of curiosity, let’s shake it off. It’s not like I can come up with a solution even if I figure this out, right?”

‘That’s true.’

Still, this was certain.

“[Static… Bo, Boss monster… found, static…]”

I need to hurry.

But I can’t go like this.

If my face gets known, it’ll be troublesome.

The Demonic Cultist’s tenacity was well demonstrated in the [Community].

Besides, Americano had already shown her face to Pacheon-gun and that Demonic Cultist called Shinseok, so going like this was a bit much.

She disguised herself.

She wore a black robe.

She didn’t intend to disguise herself as a Demonic Cultist.

She just wanted to disguise herself enough so that her identity wouldn’t be revealed.

That’s what she intended to do…

“Ugh…”

‘Ouch.’

The chest wouldn’t close.

She knew it was pointless to try to close it with force, but she tried anyway.

Her chest was pressed down and swelled upwards.

Soon, it expanded to its original size, revealing her cleavage.

“Why these guys had to wear something so small.”

‘You’re just big.’

That’s true, but.

‘Aren’t you really big? Right? Hehe.’

“You sound weird talking to yourself.”

She didn’t like the Witch giggling.

‘What does it matter? There’s no one to be self-conscious about. Do you think I’d be self-conscious of you? You’re not even you. Aren’t you crazy for talking to a frog?’

“….”

She had nothing to say.

Unfortunately, some functions were limited by equipping the [Soulstone of the Witch Win] on the [Ring of Contract].

Telepathy.

No, it works.

It’s just weakened.

Due to the anti-magic power of the [Soulstone of the Witch Win], wearing the [Ring of Contract] prevented her from mentally transmitting words from her side.

Blocked by anti-magic power.

Even though the frog could talk to her as much as it wanted because it wasn’t affected by anti-magic power.

‘Unfair.’

Anyway, the problem now is this robe.

It won’t close.

Her cleavage is showing.

She was embarrassed.

While she was worrying, the Demonic Cultist’s battle situation was transmitted through the [Voice Communication Talisman].

The clan that’s attacking the dungeon is the Demonic Cult, though they might not kill the dungeon boss.

Considering the Demonic Cultists’ personality, she thought they would kill without hesitation.

A robe that won’t close.

“[…Kill!…]”

Echoing battle sounds.

“Ah, really.”

Don’t kill.

What to do?

The [Voice Communication Talisman] urged her.

[Slash]

“Kuaaak!”

“Enemy attack! Enemy attaackkkuwak!!”

“It’s an ambush!!”

Americano found a way.

There were many black robes.

So she tore it.

She tore it long and wrapped it around her body.

If she wrapped it around and put a normal robe on top, ta-da.

No exposure at all.

She, who had wrapped her neck with a robe bandage, flashed her eyes red and jumped into the Demonic Cultists, firing [Slash].

[Slash]

[Slash]

[Slash]

Even the steel sword broke.

Compared to the [Ultra Iron Golem], it was a toothpick.

[Slash] was level 7.

3 levels until max level.

As expected, the basics rose quickly.

It was natural since she used it often.

[Slash]

The fired [Slash] cuts the Demonic Cultist’s neck.

A flying neck.

A severed head.

A broken sword.

Piercing,

[Thrust]

Armor.

It passed through the Demonic Cultist’s chest.

She quickly left the scene.

The Demonic Cultists’ souls must be wandering around the scene.

This seems to be a Demonic Cult outpost.

While running over the mountain towards the Orc Village, she was able to find a tall watchtower.

As soon as she found it, she jumped in and massacred the guys as she saw them.

Massacre.

That’s the right expression.

‘Weak.’

They were too weak.

Americano didn’t rate her skills highly.

A clumsy battle method.

She had continued the know-how that had been passed down since her Unawakened Hunter days, but there was no foundation.

It was merely a formalization of the tricks she had experienced in actual combat, based on the idea that human martial arts would not work against monsters.

Of course, she didn’t consider PvP.

Americano underestimated herself, even while thinking that she might be strong.

Whether she was actually strong or weak didn’t matter.

In order to suppress the excited feeling of these moments of smoothly winning, she used self-hypnosis, saying, “This isn’t enough, don’t act up with just this.”

Enemies.

Found.

[Phantom Sword]

[Thrust]

“Kuaaak!!!!”

She won thanks to the ambush.

She won thanks to the quick battle.

She won because she finished it before they could figure out the situation.

She analyzed the winning conditions of these moments.

But she didn’t include the element of her skill in it.

Americano is a person who is easily excited.

She tries not to be,

Nevertheless, she was a gullible person who couldn’t even recognize irony when praised.

Americano, who was aware of her shortcomings, doubted whether she was a person worthy of receiving that praise rather than doubting the praise.

Doubting praise.

She couldn’t do that.

The rumor that she had skills comparable to a C-class during her Unawakened Hunter days.

The suspicion that Anonymous might actually be Americano herself.

While outwardly denying it, she was inwardly grinning and acknowledging it.

‘How many newbies would happen to overlap with me in the first place.’

But she denied it.

She tried to avoid it.

Because that was the driving force and training method that kept the personality called Americano running non-stop.

Could it be me?

I’m weak.

So I have to get stronger.

Americano ran and ran without knowing how strong she had become.

But,

“Haa… Haa…”

She stopped running,

And caught her breath.

“Haaaaaaa…”

She blew her breath into the sky.

The cold air pierced her lungs.

It’s hard to breathe.

She grabbed her chest.

There was no chest armor.

She thought she could be identified if she revealed her chest armor while disguised.

She craved [Heater] magic.

But it wasn’t just cold.

The pleasure squeezed from her heart.

It’s a dangerous feeling for something gained from killing people, but the game lowered that hurdle.

She was happy.

‘I might be strong.’

Player.

Summoned Hero.

Human.

She was able to win unilaterally against people.

Sense of accomplishment.

The intoxication of victory, regardless of ambush or quick battle, rose and flushed her face.

Her flushed face was not visible because she covered her face with a robe, but her pupils glowed red as if her cheeks were throbbing.

Americano, who regarded herself as weak through self-hypnosis.

Because of that, she had to turn away from even the sense of accomplishment.

It was only a matter of time before an Unawakened Hunter would die if they acted up because they had become strong.

But,

“Aaa…”

Americano let out a pleasant sigh.

What was coming out of her mouth was Chill,

But it contained something hot.

[Berserk:Enhancement]

A curse that easily captivates you with murderous intent and madness.

It gains momentum as you get tired.

The sense of accomplishment from [Berserk] ignored self-hypnosis.

She was so happy that even the cold was thrilling and she felt good.

Soon she came to her senses.

Her eye color returns.

“I was out of my mind.”

She shook her head.

It’s good to have proven my skills in PvP.

But if we had properly faced off, it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

She doesn’t like slaughtering the weak, but the joy of being able to win against people without any problems remained subtly on her lips.

Noticing that, she hit her mouth with her hand.

‘Let’s get a grip.’

This is carelessness.

More precisely, the harbinger of carelessness.

She slapped her face a few more times and looked around at the mountains around her.

She estimated her location by the position of the mountains.

She grasped the distance and direction to her destination.

She headed towards her destination.

A heart trembling with cold.

She used it a bit too much.

First time doing PvP.

She didn’t want to lose, so she used Magical Power without holding back, and she was a mess.

“Hoo…”

Breath.

[Nine Yin Severed Meridians:Enhancement]

A curse where Chill is added to Magical Power and is always full.

Exposed Chill freezes Magical Power.

It’s a really ridiculous [Geass].

She also had a slight question.

‘Why did I Enhance this.’

She just took it without checking.

When she was told she could [Enhance] it, she reflexively [Enhanced] all of the [Geass].

She didn’t look at the contents.

It seemed like there was permission to make it stronger, but,

Americano was basically impulsive.

She doesn’t play games while paying attention to such details.

She was a typical newbie who charged straight in.

‘Whatever.’

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Haa…”

She took a short break.

She rested while walking.

Had she walked for about 5 minutes?

The Orc Village’s barrier welcomed her.

But before that,

“Uh…”

There was a group that welcomed her first.

[Orc Elite Warrior]s.

When Americano appeared, the [Orc Elite Warrior]s looked back at her menacingly.

But,

“…Uh?”

There was a human.

Wearing a black robe.

As if receiving a mission, the orcs gathered in a circle around the human.

‘Traitors.’

The judgment was quick.

She drew her sword.

She immediately drew a semicircle and unfolded [Phantom Sword].

[Phantom Sword]

[Ejection]

[Thrust]

Americano, who [Leap]ed in an instant and ran towards the human.

Her empty hand stretched out to the neck of the human who had taken a step back,

And grabbed it.

One more [Leap].

“Keuheok..!”

“….”

She broke through the gaps in the [Orc Elite Warrior]s and pushed into the tree.

When she held the tip of her sword to his neck, the [Orc Elite Warrior]s hesitated and stopped.

The [Orc Elite Warrior]s who had been attacked by the [Phantom Sword]s that Americano had left behind were also bleeding and glaring menacingly.

“….”

Suddenly, she thought.

She acted.

“Why, are you, with, orcs?”

She pretended to be a passing Demonic Cultist.