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7th Floor Forest Area.

In the center of the chaotic open space.

Jeong Yushin and the troll made eye contact.

The troll’s face was stiff. He could see the hand holding the club trembling slightly.

Is he afraid?

Come to think of it, it makes sense.

A mere human, only worthy of being prey, deflected the wooden club he swung.

And even though he struck that human with all his might, he got up from his seat as if nothing happened.

Slaaaap!!!

Jeong Yushin raised his palm and slapped his own cheek.

‘He’s gone crazy.’

To read even the troll’s mind. It’s severe when it gets to this point.

Jeong Yushin turned his head and looked down at the dwarf priest next to him.

“Kubo, tell Mas to find the holy relic and bury it in the ground.”

“O…Okay.”

Contrary to Jeong Yushin’s calm voice, Kubo’s voice was trembling with fear.

He held the longsword in reverse grip and held a flint in his other hand.

Thud. Thud.

He slowly walked forward, stepping on the dug-up ground.

His upper body was naked again.

Annoyed by the chain mail fragments embedded in his skin, he pried them out one by one.

Next time, I should just go naked.

This level of budget waste would make even the U.S. Congress shake their heads.

In the distance, the Iron Mask was visible. He was leaning on his sword, barely standing up from the ground.

His eyes, which were always calm, were shaking violently as if they had encountered a storm.

He waved his hand once and immediately rushed at the troll.

“Kuwoooo!!!”

The troll brought down his club.

Whoooosh!!!

He forced his stiff joints to move and stepped aside, dodging by a hair’s breadth.

Bang!!!

The huge club struck the ground, sending dirt and dust flying in all directions.

Thud thud!!!

Sharp pebbles grazed his cheek.

But Jeong Yushin’s eyes were as calm as a serene lake.

As if determined to end it here, the troll swung the wooden club continuously.

Striking down. Swinging sideways. Lifting upwards.

Bang!!!

Bang!!!

Scattering blue ether, he dodged every single one and slipped between the troll’s legs.

‘Hoo.’

He took a deep breath.

He placed the flint against the sword blade and struck it.

Kakakakak!!!

Sparks flew onto his left hand.

Fwoosh!!!

“Kkeueuaaaaaaack!!!!!”

A scream burst from Jeong Yushin’s mouth.

The hot fire burned his skin and scraped his flesh.

He had applied the explorer’s pain relief cream along with the dwarf priest’s Holy Fire Protection magic.

Nevertheless, an indescribable, terrible pain surged up and grated his brain.

All the pain he had experienced in the labyrinth up until now was just a taste.

To the point where he should kneel down and beg God to kill him quickly.

He couldn’t do that. Because there was someone he had to kill.

Gritting.

He bit down on his teeth so hard that fragments of broken molars and blood-mixed saliva flowed from his mouth.

He grabbed the longsword with one hand and swung it convulsively.

There was definitely some plan in his head, but his mind went blank with pain and he couldn’t think of anything.

Slash!!!

Flesh tore and yellowish fat layers were visible.

Crunch.

He plunged his burning arm into the wound and rummaged through the flesh.

“Keaaaaaaack!!!”

The troll screamed in pain and went berserk.

He frantically moved his feet, trying to stomp Jeong Yushin flat.

Thump!!! Thump!!! Thump!!! Thump!!!

But Jeong Yushin didn’t escape from under the troll’s legs and clung tightly, searing the troll’s flesh with fire and swinging his sword to create more wounds.

Then the troll became even more excited and moved his feet like crazy.

As if they had met a good partner, Jeong Yushin and the troll danced a frantic tap dance together.

Whenever he wanted to die from the unbearable pain, he swung his sword.

Swish!!!

Tzzzzzzz!!!

He cut the troll’s Achilles tendon and plunged the burning fist into it, searing it.

His body was gradually recovering due to the Revenger engraving.

New flesh sprouted on the arm that should have burned up long ago, leaving only bones. To be exact, muscles and nerves were regenerating. And the hellish flames burned everything again.

As combustion and regeneration repeated, the Revenger engraving also grew rapidly.

An infinitely enjoyable campfire.

The firewood is me.

While he was having such pointless thoughts, Aldaine suddenly appeared in front of him.

The one-eyed elf wearing an eye patch smirked and pointed to one side.

‘Scar, carefully carve out the flesh. This guy’s skin is thick, so stab the sword well along the grain. You know? Gently, like putting it in a virgin’s hole.’

“Yes.”

Jeong Yushin answered politely.

“Scar!!!”

The Iron Mask, who had gotten close before he knew it, swung his sword and shouted.

“Is that the 1st Prince?”

“Scar!!! Get a grip!!!”

“The 5th Prince left me a message. He says he’s waiting for the time when he can meet his fully healed brother again. You have a good younger brother.”

“…”

Jeong Yushin left the Iron Mask, who had frozen like ice, and resumed his sword dance.

The troll screamed like crazy and swung his club. He didn’t know if it was a scream or a wail.

Maybe it was me who was screaming.

As he felt the pain, his mind split into several strands. The smell of grilling meat tickled his nose, and old memories suddenly came to mind.

Was it when he went camping with his father and grilled meat together?

He remembered sitting in front of the iron plate with pork belly on it.

‘Father, isn’t it cooked enough now?’

‘Wait a little longer.’

‘Yes.’

The smell of grilling meat wafted up his nose.

‘I think it’s ready now.’

‘Not yet.’

‘It smells like it’s burning. Is it now?’

‘Wait a little longer. And Yushin, get a grip.’

“Yes. Father.”

He came back to reality.

Was it reality?

People he knew were standing outside the open space, watching him.

Kaal, Ann and Marie. Einhofer, the clumsy wizard and Ahiman, Ori Roinel, Ashur, Big Nose, Aldaine and Darmon, Tarman and the family of the decapitated Dito.

Lastly, Karin and Mion.

He didn’t know what was so interesting that they all gathered.

At that moment.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from behind.

When he turned around, he saw Mas burying something in the ground and covering it with dirt.

As if he had buried a holy relic, a whirlwind began to blow.

His black hair danced as if dancing in the wind.

‘Is it now.’

The burning flames were gradually eating away at his left arm.

He couldn’t hold on any longer. He grabbed his mind, which was wavering from the pain.

He picked up the halberd that had fallen on the ground and threw it at the troll’s eye.

Whoooosh!!!

The halberd flew straight and grazed one of the troll’s eyes.

“Kiaaaaaack!!!”

The troll screamed and covered his face.

Jeong Yushin reached out his hand towards the Iron Mask.

“Prince, give me your sword.”

“My name is Evan.”

“Evan, give me your back. I need to step on it and jump up at once to cut the troll’s throat.”

“Impudent fellow.”

The Iron Mask threw the greatsword.

Clang!

Jeong Yushin grabbed the Iron Mask’s greatsword and put his own longsword down on the ground.

“Let’s go. Quickly. I feel like I’m going to die.”

The Iron Mask ran towards the troll without a word.

Jeong Yushin also ran after the Iron Mask.

When they got close enough, the Iron Mask lay down on the ground and offered his back.

Thump!!!

He stepped on the Iron Mask’s back and jumped high into the sky.

He soared high, riding the whirlwind that was rising as magic power unraveled.

But it was not enough.

Was he unable to reach?

At that moment.

[Wind]

The wind magic blown by the elf magician supported his feet.

“Barbaroi!!! Go!!!”

The elf magician shouted from behind.

Paaaaang!!!

He jumped up once more and reached the troll’s face.

He raised his burning fist.

[Sacred Weapon]

He consumed all the magic power scraped together with Revenger, imagined thin cloth gloves, and gave them properties.

To burn even more fiercely.

And so that divinity could be mixed in.

Whether it was properly implemented, the sacred weapon and fire mixed together and burned fiercely.

Fire Punch.

Once in a lifetime.

He would rather die than use this technique again.

Baaaaaaang!!!!!

The fire fist exploded on the troll’s chin.

The troll’s chin was lifted towards the sky.

“Kaaaack!!!”

Cheering with the troll’s scream, he spun around once in the air, grabbed the greatsword, and swung it.

Kwaaaaack!!!

The greatsword cut halfway through the troll’s neck and got stuck.

“Keooooeok!!!”

The troll made a strange sound and waved his arms.

He pulled out the greatsword and threw it away, then grabbed the cross-section of the troll’s neck.

“Heueueueuaaaack!!!”

Jeong Yushin screamed and used both arms to tear off the troll’s half-severed neck little by little.

Tteudeudeudeuk.

The troll went berserk. Regardless, Jeong Yushin did his best.

The muscle fibers attached to the neck were cut one by one, and blood gradually gushed out from the torn blood vessels.

As a result of the sacred flame completely blocking the troll’s regenerative power.

And white neck bones were visible.

He raised his fire fist and struck it several times.

Thwack!!! Thwack!!! Thwack!!!

Cracks formed in the neck bone, which was the size of a human torso.

“Cock!!! Kaaack!!! Kaaaaaack!!!”

The troll let out a mournful scream as if begging. But without stopping, he stubbornly swung his fist and shattered the neck bone.

Baaaaaang!!!

The troll’s neck was twisted grotesquely.

Tjeooooeok!!!

Without stopping there, he finally grabbed the half-split neck with both hands and tore it apart, severing the head.

Thump!!!

The torn troll head fell to the ground.

Subjugation complete.

As the troll’s body slowly began to collapse, Jeong Yushin rolled and fell to the ground.

[Extinguish]

The elf magician hurriedly ran over and cast extinguishing magic on Jeong Yushin’s arm.

The flames, weakened by long combustion, were easily extinguished with the extinguishing magic.

“Roinel, since when have you been using magic?”

Jeong Yushin looked at his steaming arm and asked.

The elf magician grabbed Jeong Yushin’s shoulder and shook him.

“Barbaroi! Get a grip!”

“Scar!!!”

His companions quickly ran over.

Jeong Yushin closed his eyes. He was too tired as the pain subsided.

* * *

Jeong Yushin’s consciousness drifted back and forth like a buoy on the sea.

The sound of people talking echoed in his ears.

“…Who the hell is he?”

“…To pour oil on his arm and set it on fire, it’s terrifying.”

“…We only need to go a little further.”

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a bonfire.

His party members were huddled around it.

“Scar, are you awake?”

The Iron Mask asked.

“…I’m fine. Are we still in the labyrinth?”

“Yes. We only need to go one more day now.”

“I see. Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone is fine. Priest Kubo has suffered a bit.”

“I see.”

He raised his head and looked at the elf magician and the dwarf.

The dwarf named Durin was laughing to himself as if he had completely gone insane. It was similar to Dean’s condition he had seen before.

“Magician, what are you going to do with that dwarf?”

The elf magician sighed deeply.

“Hoo. I have to take him to the Magic Tower. They are currently researching ways to cure madness. But I never thought you were that friend.”

“What friend?”

“The other day, the Swordsmanship Guild Leader visited the Magic Tower. He asked if there was any way to cure one of his black-haired disciples who was suffering from some madness.”

“So?”

“I told him there wasn’t really any. The Swordsmanship Guild Leader said he understood and then left. We said we would take a look, but he refused.”

To think I would meet such a connection again.

Jeong Yushin didn’t answer separately and closed his eyes again.

Cool magic power gently enveloped Jeong Yushin’s body and mind.

* * *

A day had passed since he regained consciousness.

There were various things that happened, but the party safely arrived in front of the 7th floor transfer stone.

The requests were all completed and they survived. That was enough.

“Ah, I need to rest a bit.”

Kubo murmured blankly.

“Me too.”

Mas nodded in agreement.

“…”

Jeong Yushin didn’t say anything and placed his hand on the transfer stone.

The Iron Mask placed his hand on Jeong Yushin’s shoulder.

A day had passed since he regained consciousness, but his dazed appearance was strangely unsettling.

“Scar, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Jeong Yushin shrugged his shoulders and replied.

Except for the fact that Dito’s head was flying around in the air, circling around him.

He couldn’t show it. Because if someone found out, it would be difficult to re-enter the labyrinth.

Especially if Ashur found out, it would never do.

Whoooosh.

A red portal and a blue portal were created.

The party members entered the blue portal one by one.

Jeong Yushin also stepped into the blue portal.

He felt a sense of floating and hot air touched his skin.

Jeong Yushin raised his hand to cover his face from the intense sunlight.

Was it morning or noon?

He wanted to take a deep nap.

“Hoo, I thought I would get an engraving this time.”

Mas sighed deeply and muttered.

Jeong Yushin chuckled.

“Mas, do you think engravings are so easy to get…?”

Jeong Yushin stopped speaking.

Because light was emanating strongly from his body.

“Wh-What is it?!”

Jeong Yushin looked down at his body in surprise.

The light grew stronger and stronger until it covered his entire body.

And.

Flash!

The radiance slowly subsided.

The party members’ eyes widened as if they would pop out.

“Oh…my God.”

Kubo looked for God in a trembling voice.

In the spot where Jeong Yushin had disappeared.

Only a black-haired pretty boy was left, standing blankly in his place.

The pretty boy looked down at his hand and opened his mouth.

“Heueh…?”