High Knight Evga on the 30th Floor

The next morning.

Tang So-hye warned,

“Absolutely don’t go to the hunting grounds alone, okay? If you want to go out, text me first. Promise.”

“…Promise.”

They made a pinky promise.

No, there was no need to promise.

Americano didn’t refuse.

There was no reason to refuse either.

What Tang So-hye was saying was about the hunting grounds, and she just meant not to go outside the village.

Americano was allowed to climb the Tower of Trials.

Americano climbed the stairs.

[29th Floor]

Americano was in the Tower of Trials.

[30th Floor] was left.

Americano took out the [Pet House] and summoned the frog.

‘More than that, what were you doing yesterday when you said you were going to climb?’

“You can see if you look at my memories, right?”

‘You said I need your permission?’

“Then look.”

Cappuccino read Americano’s memories and found out that she had climbed with a party.

‘Level 3.’

“Isn’t it fun?”

‘Are you filming a solo delusion movie? They’ll misunderstand that your head flew off.’

“It’s not really a misunderstanding.”

‘No, well, it is.’

It was true that her head had been cut off by a Demonic Cultist.

It was just that Americano had reattached it.

“It’s annoying to correct them one by one. If they misunderstand, it’s like acting in a play. Besides, if I’m the strongest, I’ll become the leader or something. I didn’t really want that?”

‘That’s all self-justification.’

“….”

Americano knew.

The reasons that came out now were all excuses that came to mind now.

Yes, it was self-justification.

But Americano wanted to make excuses.

“I think they’re also at fault for judging and misunderstanding me arbitrarily just because I couldn’t say anything immediately.”

‘You have to listen to the end in Korean.’

“Yeah, yeah.”

As expected of a partner who shared self-awareness, Cappuccino understood well.

‘But it’s easy to misunderstand. Objectively, do you know how you look right now?’

“How do I look?”

‘I’ll just point out the facts. Listen carefully and imagine someone else.’

Cappuccino checked only the facts from Americano’s memories.

‘A trace of having your head cut off.’

‘Long hair was cut short.’

‘You stutter a lot.’

‘You were attacked by a Demonic Cultist.’

‘But if your head is cut off, you die, right? You didn’t die, and your head was reattached. No one would have imagined that you reattached your head with electromagnetic force, right?’

‘They misunderstood that you stuttered because your head was cut off and reattached by a Demonic Cultist.’

That last one didn’t seem like a fact.

But it was a misunderstanding that could be made.

“…Should I clear up the misunderstanding?”

‘I think it’s better to leave it alone.’

“Why?”

‘I’m you too. Now, all of a sudden, “I was level 30! I struggled against an Orc Warrior! Actually, I’m Anonymous!” …It’s embarrassing.’

“….”

That was right.

The reason Americano couldn’t refute the misunderstanding was because it was rooted in embarrassment.

Being misunderstood meant that’s how she looked.

Level 3 was a prime example.

Level 30, but level 3.

Because she didn’t look like level 30 at all, they misunderstood her as level 3.

To Skilla or Tang So-hye, the Hero Americano looked like level 3.

If she cleared up the misunderstanding and said she wasn’t level 3 but level 30, another misunderstanding would arise: “You’re level 30 and that’s all you can do?”

And that misunderstanding would be even more humiliating.

She could clear it up?

But she would have to endure the humiliation first.

That’s what she didn’t want.

“Sigh…”

‘If you want to clear up the misunderstanding, you have to get rid of being an Outsider first.’

“I guess so.”

Only then could she reveal her true skills and be recognized by actions, not words.

Then she could reveal, “I’m level 30!”, “I can defeat an Orc Chieftain in one strike!”, “Actually, I’m Anonymous!”

Even if she explained that she struggled against an [Orc Warrior] at a level where she only received attention from others during party play, they wouldn’t believe her.

Even if she proved her level, she would receive the gaze of “You’re level 30?”

She had to work hard until she proved her skills, but she was an [Outsider]? How could she prove it? That was the problem. She had to get rid of being an [Outsider] first.

‘More than anything, they won’t pat your head.’

“That’s… okay.”

‘You’re hiding your true feelings from me?’

“No, I really don’t care!”

Anyway.

[30th Floor]

Americano climbed the stairs.

A person was standing there.

After climbing all the stairs, Americano read the information window floating above the opponent’s head.

[High Knight Evga]

Black letters.

High Knight.

High.

An adjective with a great sense of pressure was attached.

But there was no hesitation.

Americano drew her sword and charged.

[High Knight Evga] also drew his sword.

Those who use swords know just by looking at each other’s eyes.

Conversation was useless.

Americano focused on the fight.

Americano instinctively realized something.

Was it because she had built up her skills?

Was it a kind of Awakened Ability?

The strength of [High Knight Evga] felt from the Electrical Signal was equal to or greater than Pacheon-gun.

Americano had won against Pacheon-gun relatively easily, but if she broke it down, it wasn’t an easy fight. First of all, to win like when she won against Pacheon-gun, she had to set her body on fire.

‘Hmm…’

That was a bit much.

Humanly speaking.

It seemed cowardly, like relying on specs rather than skill.

A humanoid monster had appeared after a long time, and she was supposed to win again with such a trick?

‘That’s not good.’

She wanted to win with skill alone if possible.

Besides, [High Knight Evga].

Wouldn’t a High Knight be a celebrity?

All the monsters that appeared in the Tower of Trials lived in the field or were existences from the past.

That’s what the strategy sites said.

Whatever the case, if he was a High Knight, he would be famous.

Americano believed that he would be an indicator to understand her skill level.

Sword against sword.

Clash.

Five sword strikes were exchanged in an instant.

Americano noticed it in the first clash.

‘Ah, this guy doesn’t intend to kill me.’

He wanted to end it with weapon destruction.

Was he looking down on her?

Americano had even cut down an [Ultra Iron Golem].

She would cut down that flimsy sword, whether it was covered in [Magical Power] or [Sword Aura].

‘I came here ready to die!’

[Slash]

Americano aimed for [High Knight Evga]’s sword.

[Slash]

She aimed for the sword.

[Slash]

She aimed for the sword.

[Slash]

Break.

Americano swung [Slash] repeatedly in place.

[High Knight Evga] also stood in place and responded to [Slash] with Slash.

They swung with all their might, intending to cut each other’s weapons, and [High Knight Evga] raised the gear by one more level as if he was interested.

[Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash] [Slash]

All [Slash]es flew to break [High Knight Evga]’s sword.

[Slash] from above.

[Slash] from below.

[Slash] from the middle.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Clang!!

The Magic Sword was strong.

It was difficult to cut because it could become as strong as the user’s skill by containing Magical Power.

[High Knight Evga] went beyond simply coating the sword with Magical Power and made Magical Power into a Blade, and sharpened an even sharper Blade.

That, which could be called [Sword Aura], was on a different level from [Mana Blade].

Because of that, the durability of Americano’s sword was being consumed faster.

The blade was chipped.

Americano avoided the grooves.

Dodge and strike.

Strike and dodge.

Before she knew it, they had exchanged over 100 blows.

After exchanging blows that were difficult to count, the steel sword was chipped in all parts of the blade and was so tattered that it seemed like it would flutter if shaken.

Still, the sword made by Gusta was strong enough that it couldn’t be broken by hand.

Backstep.

Americano retreated before the sword broke.

There was no pursuit from [High Knight Evga].

He sheathed his sword as if to show off.

Damn it.

“Hoo…”

Americano examined the sword.

The condition was no joke.

There was no place where grooves were not carved, and if they had exchanged sword strikes a few more times, it would have broken.

“Tsk.”

[High Knight Evga]’s sword was also in bad condition, but he had plenty of energy left.

Americano opened the Inventory.

A space filled with swords.

There was also a Magic Sword.

There was also a Black Sword.

Black Sword.

“….”

Americano knew this was cheating, but she admitted defeat in the simple Sword Aura match. In the weapon destruction match, [High Knight Evga] was in a more advantageous position.

Americano took out the Black Sword.

She didn’t know the effects of the Black Sword.

It was the first time she had taken it out today.

But she had personally experienced its cutting power.

It didn’t matter if it was cowardly.

‘My match isn’t weapon destruction.’

One of them had to die.

When Americano grabbed the handle of the Black Sword, a strong suction force strongly pulled her grip.

‘What…’

The Black Sword was sucking in Magical Power.

Sucking it in wasn’t surprising.

Because she had the preconceived notion that a Magic Sword could do that.

But the amount of Magical Power that the Black Sword was drinking exceeded expectations.

Then, the blade of the Black Sword trembled and, regardless of Americano’s will, the tip of the sword pointed towards [High Knight Evga].

Difficult to handle.

Was this what that meant?

The Black Sword, with its own will, cut [High Knight Evga].

He also sensed that the Black Sword was dangerous and dodged, but when [Phantom Sword] was mixed in, his body was cut in various places.

Especially when [Phantom Sword] cut his leg, his movements became sluggish, and at some point.

Americano swung the Black Sword down. [High Knight Evga] swung his sword to block the Black Sword.

The Black Sword cut through the weapon.

It also cut [High Knight Evga].

The Black Sword, which had cut off his arm along with the sword, tried to take [High Knight Evga]’s neck as it was.

‘Stop.’

The Black Sword was drinking Magical Power.

Americano put in more Magical Power.

A large amount of Magical Power.

She stopped the Black Sword as if grabbing it by the collar.

Like a madman.

Americano put it back in the Inventory.

“….”

“….”

[High Knight Evga] was dying from bleeding with one arm lost.

Blood flowing from the severed arm.

And the wounds engraved on his body before that.

Americano learned one of the effects of the Black Sword.

Incurable curse.

It was a curse that interfered with Healing.

“Kill me. You won.”

“Who said I won.”

Americano took out something new from the Inventory and threw it to [High Knight Evga].

It was called an Elixir.

She also threw him a sword.

“Use it.”

“What’s your intention?”

“What intention? I’m just trying to show you that weapon destruction is of no help in real combat.”

Americano drew a new sword.

It was an ordinary steel sword.

She aimed and shouted.

“Drink. Listen. Fight.”

“….”

[High Knight Evga] drank the Elixir with a serious face.

When he drank it after attaching his severed arm, his arm quickly reattached and his wounds healed.

[High Knight Evga] took up his sword, showing Healing power that healed even the bruises on his wounds, breaking through the incurable curse.

“I will do my best with all my heart.”

“You should have done that from the start.”