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“Ah, this damn game is really…!”

A cramped and dark 4-pyeong studio.

Only the monitor placed in the corner glowed palely and illuminated the room.

It looks more like an animal cage than a human home.

The area was full of mold and trash, giving off an unpleasant odor.

Even livestock would not live like this.

However, the man sitting in front of the monitor was furious as he stared at the blinking screen as if he had no nose.

—-

The man’s appearance was extremely shabby.

My hair was so messy and matted that I didn’t even know when I cut it.

There were deep dark circles under his bloodshot, puffy eyes, and the short-sleeved T-shirt stretched around his neck gave off a terrible odor of cigarettes.

Through his beer-stained sweat shorts, his unbalanced legs were peeking out.

The left leg had only half of the area below the knee left, and the right leg had only the thigh remaining.

The man nervously chewed the cigarette he was holding while glaring at the flashing monitor in front of him.

He must have been chain smoking, so the ashtray on the table was full of burnt cigarette butts.

‘Hercella, the loveless. ‘Is this something you made to break?’

The monitor said, ‘We have been wiped out!’ A replay video of a battle between a dark-haired woman and a light-blond man was playing along with the phrase.

—-

The final fight between the protagonist and Hershela.

The city that used to burn with screams was now filled with gloomy silence.

The protagonist, wearing broken and dented plate armor and a tattered red cape, was holding his golden greatsword upside down and gasping for breath.

There were only brutally murdered corpses left around the protagonist.

Colleagues who have been torn, cut, and torn apart so that they cannot even recognize their original appearance.

The glorious heroes who shone brightly with pride and hope in their hearts finally fell when they arrived here.

“Is this the end?”

A gloomy voice pierced the protagonist’s ears. He raised his head and glared at the enemy in front of him with hatred.

In the middle of the ruined city, standing on top of a hill of corpses, a devil-like woman was looking down at him with a silver longsword slung over her shoulder.

A mad slayer who appeared with 100,000 horsemen and set the world on fire, scattering carnage and destruction.

Cursed Blood Nightmare.Hersella Ishangior.

It was the name of his final despair.

As if to prove that they had fought to the death, both men’s armor was broken and covered in blood.

Only the pauldrons and breastplate of the protagonist’s armor, which had been shattered by the saint’s blessing, barely retained their original form, and Hershela’s scale armor was burned and torn, leaving less than half of it remaining.

Her horse had fallen down the hill with its head missing, and she also had a sword and a spear stuck in each of her legs.

However, unlike the protagonist’s face, which was distorted in grief, Hershela was still smiling in raptures of passionate joy, showing her red-stained fangs.

Gritting his teeth, the protagonist grabbed the cracked holy sword and rushed towards him.

Every time I stamped my feet, the ground exploded, scattering debris, and my tattered cloak drew a red line.

Like a frenzied bison, the protagonist rushed right in front of Hershela and violently swung the holy sword he was clutching until it broke.

A golden flash like lightning struck her.

“Hersellaaa!”

“Okay. That’s how it should be!”

Hershela smiled from ear to ear as she raised her sword and placed her left arm behind the blade to block the holy sword’s blow.

-Kwaaang-!!

The moment the golden holy sword and the silver long sword collided, an explosion rang out and the surrounding corpses flew into the air.

Unable to withstand the impact, the long sword broke into two pieces and flew backwards, leaving a scar on Hershela’s cheek.

The holy sword’s strike only broke Hershela’s sword and staggered her body slightly, but in the end, it was completely blocked.

“Kk..!”

“Now, die.”

Hershela, who blocked the holy sword, pulled her left hand behind her shoulder and sharply brought her fingertips together, as if stringing a bowstring.

The protagonist, who was trying to continue the attack, urgently leaped backwards.

Immediately after that, Hershela’s left hand shot like a bullet and pierced the air with a bursting sound that tore through the air.

If I had hesitated for even a moment, I would have been pierced through my breastplate.

Many knights were unable to react to that blow and died in vain.

“You’re running well. Would you at least try to run away?”

“Don’t be funny-!”

As the protagonist, who was flying backwards, raised his left arm toward the air, swirling flames appeared as if surrounding his arm.

The flames gathered in his hand turned into an incandescent spear of flame.

It was a magic created by scraping the already depleted magic power to the bottom.

The spear of flame that was thrown with all its might shot towards Hershela like a beam of light.

“Clumsy!”

Hershela’s response was dazzlingly fast.

He immediately let go of the broken long sword, pulled out the weapons that had pierced both legs, and threw them away one after another.

The sword that collided with the flaming spear melted as it cut through the tip of the spear.

The flame on the javelin that arrived next was completely distorted, and a huge explosion occurred in the air.

-Quaaaang-!!

Explosive sounds and smoke filled the air, and half-molten metal fragments flew in all directions, sparks flying.

“Damn…!”

The protagonist, who missed Hershela’s appearance due to the explosion, hurriedly drew the holy sword and took a defensive stance.

“-It’s late.”

A murderous laugh came from beneath my feet.

With that, the protagonist’s fate was decided.

Before he could do anything, Hershela, who had grabbed his ankle with her right hand, pulled her hand away and thrust out her left foot.

-Kwasik

“K, haha…!”

A roundhouse kick aimed at the temple crushed the protagonist’s skull like a cookie, and his heart was torn out by his outstretched left hand.

The blood that burst out poured down like rain.

Eventually, the screen went black along with the sound of a helpless body falling to the floor.

[We have been wiped out!]

“Fuck.”

The man who was staring at the phrase that appeared on the monitor cursed and turned off the game.

Then the surroundings gradually became blurred and my consciousness rose to the surface.

—-

…It’s a dream.

I got up from the cot, rubbed my eyes, and took a sip of water.

Is it because I saw the weapon Hershela was using a few days ago?

I had a dream of a time when I was living like an outcast.

I don’t miss it.

I turned my head and looked at the frost on the shelf.

The dazzling appearance was still tempting me, but if you look at the reality, it’s a complete joke.

You can’t leave it somewhere, and you can’t wear it all the time.

The setting emits a subtle cold air. This was the problem.

At first, I liked it because I thought it would have an effect like freezing the enemy’s wounds by adding cold damage when attacking.

Frozen shit.

When I tested it, all it did was feel a little cold, like a ‘soft’ chill.

Still, if that was all it was, it would have been just disappointing.

The problem is that this is armor worn on the arm.

No matter how mild the cold was, it was no different from submerging my arm in ice water as it was still in contact with my body.

After wearing it for about an hour, Hashal’s body couldn’t even stand it and his bones were cold.

In the end, this means that it can only be used properly if it is completely unaffected by this level of cold!

Meanwhile, just looking at it, it is an extremely high-end product, so it stands out too much, and because of its size, it is cumbersome to carry around.

It was really good.

I neatly tied up my unruly hair and came out of the tent.

The stars embroidered in the early morning sky were shining dimly.

The dawn in the meadow is cold.

The exhaled breath turned into white smoke and melted into the darkness.

It’s already been six days since I left Ordos after receiving the letter with Orhan’s seal.

The border with the empire was a stone’s throw away.

In the middle of five tents arranged in a circle, watchmen were sitting down and warming themselves by the bonfire.

As I got closer, it seemed to sense my popularity and stood up to salute me.

“Glory to Aishangior. Did you cough, Princess Hashal?”

“Okay. You guys work hard too.”

Thinking that everything was going well, I walked towards the bonfire and sat down on a suitable rock.

“Princess?”

The watchdogs looked at me in confusion.

Why are you so scared? Don’t eat it.

“I guess Mersin is still sleeping?”

“Yes. Can I tell you that the princess is looking for you?”

Most of the Royal Guard and Jahan remained in Ordos, with only Mersin accompanying them as commander of the returning warriors.

“No, it’s done. When Mersin wakes up later, tell him to lead the unit and return.”

“Are you planning to leave now? The day hasn’t dawned yet.”

“Okay. It will take about half a day to reach the empire’s border. If we leave now, we will arrive before noon.”

“Okay. Please be considerate. Princess.”

After catching a glimpse of the greetings from the watchdogs, I returned to my tent and packed my bags.

A silver long sword and a bow made from animal horn.

Snacks and even the frost of this complex.

He was dressed in armor, wrapped in leather cloth and hung on his waist.

This way, at least I won’t lose it.

As for the other luggage, Mersin and his men will take care of it and return.

After waking up the red-brown horse tied up next to the tent, I put my bow and quiver into the saddle pouch and mounted it.

“Let’s go!”

“Heeheeheehee!”

I grabbed the reins and lightly kicked the horse’s waist, and the horse woke up from a slumber and started running.

I smiled happily as the headwind caressed my hair.

Is it because of my old memories of losing my legs and crawling?

Riding a horse was the most enjoyable thing I experienced after becoming possessed.

I felt the tents behind me moving away in an instant.

Unable to suppress the joy that was spreading from me, I raised my head and burst out laughing.

Hashalr is free now!

—-

Six hours later.

Hundreds of spear points greeted me.