C220, 221, 222
Chapter 220: Monarch (4)
Raven, the mage of Team Apple Nark.
She was near the passage with her remaining companions.
The reason was simple.
She had also tried to move towards where the team leader was when the attacks on the knights stopped…
…but she couldn’t even think of passing through because of the thousands of people gathered there.
“Miss Ainar, can I ask you a favor? I can’t see well from here.”
She was a little over 150 centimeters tall.
She was much shorter than the average height of a human woman, so she sat on Ainar’s shoulders and observed the events unfolding in the center.
Although it was too far to hear anything, it wasn’t a problem.
She could just use magic.
“What are they saying?”
“It’s almost over. It seems like they’re going to split into groups of 300 and each break through.”
Raven relayed the events in the center to her companions in real time.
And it wasn’t just her, many other teams were doing the same. After all, everyone had at least one person with an ability like magic or Enhanced Hearing.
“What about Bjorn? What’s he saying?”
“Uh, that is… it seems like he’s coming this way. Ah, and a mage talked to him, as expected, it seems like Mr. Yandel is trying to gather a team.”
“Hmm, I see…”
Misha nodded slowly, looking worried.
It was understandable.
“We’re going north!”
“Is there anyone who wants to leave with me!”
Many clans and teams were already shouting, trying to recruit companions.
There were even famous explorers whose names were widely known.
And leaders of clans with fame.
There was even a place where three such clans had already gathered and formed an alliance.
But Raven said brightly,
“What are you guys worried about? You know that Mr. Yandel is no slouch in terms of fame, right? He’ll be able to gather 300 people, even if it takes some time.”
It was a clearly different behavior from usual.
She was usually the type to analyze the situation and just state the facts.
But…
‘Mr. Yandel would probably do this.’
She had learned something from following that barbarian.
That a leader can’t just act as they ple—
“Huh?”
Raven froze involuntarily.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“That mage said he would follow Mr. Yandel.”
“Wow, really? I heard he’s a really talented mage.”
“Yes, that’s true, but…”
Raven was bewildered.
Although it was good news, she was uneasy because she didn’t know the reason.
‘He could have gone to a much better place…’
Why would a mage like that join them?
She couldn’t understand it at all.
So she decided to be honest with her companions and ask for their opinions.
“Hmm, that mage said he felt like people would gather around Yandel? I think I understand what he meant.”
“You understand?”
“Because Yandel, that guy, is special. Even Raven, you know that, right?”
“I know?”
Just as Raven asked back as if she didn’t understand, Ainar shouted,
“Bjorn Yandel is a great warrior!!”
Great warrior.
She suddenly remembered what happened in the Crimson Fortress.
Throughout their long history, less than ten barbarians had officially received that title from the King.
But back then, she thought…
…as she looked at the 2-month-old barbarian who had passed out after doing everything he could…
…that he might really become one someday.
“You joined this team because of that too, didn’t you?”
“…That’s right.”
Raven nodded readily.
Urikfrit wasn’t wrong.
If she hadn’t felt anything special about that barbarian, she wouldn’t have joined this team.
“He has a strange power that draws people in.”
Raven finished her conversation with her companions and looked up to check where Yandel was.
It hadn’t even been that long…
[If it’s okay with you, we’d like to join you.]
[I think you’ll be able to save the most people.]
[Haha, a loyal guy is the most trustworthy in times like this. Take us with you too.]
…but countless explorers were already following him.
But maybe it was because of what Urikfrit said?
It didn’t seem strange anymore.
And she didn’t even doubt the mage’s intentions, who was the first to follow him.
“I’m… not the only one.”
There are people in the world whose backs you want to follow.
And…
[See, I told you. People would gather around you.]
[A mage’s intuition is usually accurate.]
…most of them leave great footprints.
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One to two hours.
I expected it to take at least that long.
Even though all the valuable explorers had escaped through Dimensional Gate, there were still many explorers who were better than me.
I thought I would have to work hard to build a force that could compete with them.
But…
‘It’s probably because of this man.’
The situation was reversed when Kyle, the military mage with knowledge, strength, and natural charisma, joined me.
Melter Pend, a 3rd-grade explorer, brought his entire clan under my command, and it triggered a herd mentality.
It’s like panic buying.
Even if you don’t think it’s necessary, you feel like you have to do it when everyone else is.
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
“The hope of barbarians!”
“Follow the great warrior!!”
I ignore the barbarians’ enthusiastic cheers and move forward.
It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
“Take me with you! I won’t hold you back!”
Is this what it feels like to be a superstar arriving at the airport?
With every step I take, a new team, clan, or individual approaches me and appeals to their strengths.
So I raise the bar.
The reason is simple.
I’m the one in power now, according to the basic market principle of supply and demand.
“Tell me your role and rank.”
“5th grade, I’m alone now, but I was the guardian in my previous team.”
Guardian refers to the warrior role that stands at the forefront.
His skills must be decent if he’s 5th grade.
“Name?”
“Pel Akaberd.”
Pass.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Bjorn, son of Yandel. Get behind me.”
I continue recruiting as I move, only choosing the people I need.
‘There are barely any priests left since they all escaped through Dimensional Gate.’
It’s a shame, but it can’t be helped.
I have no choice but to fill the team with warriors and mages as much as possible.
Ah, and knights would be even better.
“…Kars Erimore.”
“Is there a spot for me and my companions? Three apprentice knights and one regular knight.”
Someone I know appears.
“I can’t believe you were abandoned too.”
“I guess an apprentice knight from an explorer background isn’t that important.”
It’s the knight from Baron Martoan’s family whom I met at the Count’s estate.
His personality isn’t bad, and he’s a former explorer, so he’ll be able to pull his weight.
And we even have a knight who can use Aura.
“Follow me.”
“Thank you.”
One step, two steps.
The number of people following me increases with every step I take.
I’ve already exceeded the 300-person limit just from the barbarians who decided to follow me, but I continue recruiting.
‘We’re just splitting into groups of 300 anyway.’
If we move along the same route, we can help each other in an emergency.
Although I didn’t expect to be able to gather this many people…
‘Alright, things are going well.’
That’s when, as I continue moving forward…
…I see one person in this huge crowd.
“Takelan.”
He’s standing there alone.
He didn’t join anyone’s team, and he didn’t even try to form one.
Maybe he just gave up.
“…….”
He avoids my gaze as soon as our eyes meet.
It’s clear that he wants me to pretend I didn’t see him and just pass by. But I’m a barbarian who has to do what I want to do.
I approach him and say,
“Follow me.”
I don’t know why I said that.
The words just came out.
“If you want to live.”
“Do you… think I want to live?”
He mutters as if he heard something strange.
“Lena was my wife.”
Right, that’s how it is.
“But why should I live?”
I answer,
“Someone has to deliver the news.”
It wasn’t my true intention.
Even at the moment of taking their own lives, everyone deep down desires to live.
Takelan also followed us until the end, even though he lost all his companions.
Was there a reason back then?
Well, I don’t think so.
But…
“Right, there was that…”
…people can get back on their feet more easily if there’s a reason.
“If you’ve come to your senses, get behind me.”
“…Why are you being so kind to me? You don’t even need me now.”
I answered honestly, selfishly.
“Because I’ll feel a little better if you survive.”
Using someone else to alleviate my guilt.
It’s similar to what that knight commander bastard did.
The only difference is that I know how cowardly I am.
“…….”
I don’t know what he thought after hearing my words.
But Takelan joined the group behind me after that conversation.
‘I spent a lot of time unintentionally.’
I continue to lead the group.
And I soon see my companions in the passage.
“Bjorn!!”
Misha and Ainar run towards me and greet me enthusiastically as soon as we’re close enough.
I roughly push them aside and talk to Raven.
“Raven, anything happen?”
“No…”
“That’s good. And you heard the conversation inside?”
“Yes, I did…”
Okay, then I don’t have to explain again.
“But why are you avoiding my gaze?”
“No? I wasn’t. Look!”
Hmm, really?
She seems strangely awkward around me.
Ah, is it because of the people behind me?
Well, even I think Army Commander Barbarian Mode is intimidating.
Raven regains her composure and speaks as I tease her,
“Anyway, with this many people… we can leave as soon as we finish counting them. It worked out well. We were running out of time.”
We were running out of time.
She’s not wrong.
But there’s one thing we have to do first.
Something that might be the most important thing in overcoming this crisis.
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Kyle Pebrosk.
A 3rd-grade military mage with the title of ‘Iron Mage’.
He let out a hearty laugh.
‘I was wondering what he was going to do…’
He was a fascinating guy.
To gather all these people and the first thing he does is ask for their names.
“What’s your name?”
He approaches each person and asks for their name.
And after hearing their name, he briefly shakes their hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Bjorn, son of Yandel.”
Someone even asked the barbarian why he was doing that.
They asked why he was wasting time on introductions when they didn’t have time.
And his answer was truly unbelievable.
“There are still many people whose names I don’t know.”
“So what? What does that have to—”
“It’s important to me. So don’t interrupt.”
The barbarian continued with the introductions as if it were a sacred ritual.
Most people thought it was meaningless.
Even Melter Pend, the leader of the Nartel Clan, who had his own experience and insight, felt the same way.
“…Is there a meaning behind it?”
Kyle smiled at his question, approaching him subtly.
“Melter Pend, why did you decide to follow him?”
“That’s…”
Melter Pend hesitated and then spoke.
“Honestly, I thought there must be a reason why you chose him, Mr. Kyle.”
“Right, that’s also a reason. But it’s not all. You have people you’re responsible for.”
“…Do you know about my situation?”
“I happened to hear about it. You received an offer from that commander bastard, but you refused because you couldn’t abandon the rest of your clan members, right?”
“This is… a bit embarrassing.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? I think it was a loyal choice. But to just follow someone else’s decision after going to such lengths to protect your clan members…”
“It’s hard to understand, even from my perspective.”
Melter Pend laughed awkwardly.
And he continued cautiously,
“This might sound strange, but I had a feeling. That it would be safest to stand behind him…”
“So you followed your intuition…”
“It’s quite common in this industry. After all, you die if you’re unlucky.”
“I’m not blaming you. Actually, everyone here is probably not much different from you.”
“Yes?”
Although Melter Pend tilted his head, Kyle just said something cryptic.
“Just watch. We’ll soon know whether it was a meaningless act or not.”
The two of them then observed the barbarian without saying anything. He was still asking for everyone’s name one by one.
“…Hans?”
“No, it’s Hanbus.”
“Ah, really? Nice to meet you! I’ll be counting on you.”
“The pleasure is all mine!”
He just asked for their name and briefly greeted them.
But something was different from the beginning.
“Teterud. Nice to meet you. That’s a nice axe.”
“Haha, that’s the highest compliment for a dwarf.”
“I’ll be counting on you later.”
“Damn right, don’t worry.”
The atmosphere was gradually softening.
The corners of their mouths, which had been tense as if covered in thorns, relaxed as they faced a battle where their lives weren’t guaranteed.
“Wait, why are you just passing me by?”
“I already asked you when we first met. Davers, was it?”
“Huh, you remember all that?”
“Because we’re companions who have to fight together.”
Melter Pend finally understood the reason for the change.
That barbarian was naturally gaining trust from all these people.
Just by asking for their names.
“Bjorn, son of Yandel. Are you really planning to hear all these people’s names?”
“Is there a problem?”
“No, I just find you to be a truly persistent guy. I’m Humble Elbertin. Let’s have a drink if we get out of here.”
“Humble Elbertin, I’ll remember that.”
“I can’t miss that. Me too! Me too!”
And the trust wasn’t just limited to those who had exchanged names.
The brief conversations they had while revealing their names could also be heard by others.
“We’re… no longer strangers.”
Melter Pend was truly shocked.
They were people who were forced into the same group, but they were strangers until today.
But now they know each other’s names and faces.
They even have a rough understanding of each other’s personalities from the conversations they overheard.
The personal relationship each individual had with that barbarian became a common ground.
They intertwined like a spider web, forming a bond.
“Bjorn Yandel, he… could it be that he calculated all of this…?”
“Well, I don’t think so.”
“It doesn’t make sense if he didn’t.”
“What doesn’t?”
“…Because people don’t usually do something like that without a reason.”
Kyle chuckled.
Indeed, that’s usually the case.
The same action usually leads to completely different results.
But…
“Don’t try to understand. You should know if you’ve studied history. There are always people like that in every era.”
Because their actions and results are incomprehensible to ordinary people…
…they are considered great.
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The long introduction session ended.
And the moment we finished dividing the thousand people into three groups, following Kyle’s advice…
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
…I couldn’t help but let out a battle cry with all my might, expressing my reverence for the ancestor god’s blessing.
“Haha… Hey, why are you shouting again? The other barbarians are also shouting because of you.”
Uh, sorry about that…
But it can’t be helped.
‘There’s no Hans among all these people.’
Isn’t this practically a revelation from the ancestor god?
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Chapter 221: Like a Flame (1)
One 3rd-grade explorer.
Nine 4th-grade explorers.
Fourteen regular knights capable of using Aura.
And…
‘One 3rd-grade mage.’
These were the key members for this operation.
Well, considering the crisis we’re facing, even this number wasn't enough to be certain of anything…
‘But it’s practically a miracle that we were able to gather this many people.’
The core members had already escaped through Dimensional Gate.
It was only natural that we were lacking top-tier personnel.
After all, how many people would voluntarily stay behind like these people, refusing their survival tickets?
Realistically, this was probably all of them.
‘Not bad.’
I glanced to the side with that thought.
A 40-year-old Caucasian man with black hair, wearing a robe, was standing there.
He was the one I found most curious.
Kyle Pebrosk.
A 3rd-grade military mage from the royal family.
I was truly surprised when I learned about his rank.
It’s customary in this industry to treat a mage’s rank as +1.
Of course, it’s not out of respect for mages.
Raven was only 6th-grade, but she was doing the second most work on our team.
It’s more accurate to say that the criteria for ranking are different.
But a 3rd-grade mage?
‘A 2nd-grade explorer is practically a top-tier player.’
Honestly, I didn’t understand why the knight commander left this man here alone.
A 3rd-grade mage? Even if he screamed and protested, they should have taken him with them. He was a top-tier asset, someone whose loss would be greater than the loss of thousands of explorers to the royal family.
‘No, maybe that’s why the knight commander couldn’t take him by force?’
Hmm, that’s possible.
To the royal family, the death of this man would be a bigger loss than the death of thousands of explorers.
It’s plausible that the commander tried to take him, but failed.
‘It must be because of a grudge.’
I asked Kyle why he stayed behind right before we departed, and he answered coldly in a sharp voice.
[I can’t run away and leave him behind. It’s an opportunity that comes once in a blue moon.]
Unfortunately, he didn’t tell me who ‘him’ was.
But the atmosphere wasn’t right to pry further, and it was a good thing for me regardless of his motivation, so we immediately started our journey.
And time passed, and now…
“…….”
…I’m running.
At the very forefront of hundreds of people.
Clank, clank.
The formation is simple.
We divided the thousand explorers into three groups, and they were following at a distance.
Although we distributed the forces evenly, most of the key members I mentioned earlier were in the first group.
There were no objections from the rear groups.
They understood too.
That if ‘he’ appeared, we would be the ones clearing the path amidst all the danger.
“…….”
Only a solemn silence, broken only by the sound of running, continues.
Normally, I would have chatted with my companions to relieve the tension…
But it was impossible now.
Because my team members were in a different group.
Clank, clank.
Only warriors and knights, heavily armed like me, are behind me.
Our mission, including mine, is only one.
To open the path when the time comes.
It’s naturally the most dangerous position.
So I sent my companions to the back.
The situation was different from before.
It’s much safer in the back since there are many people.
[Anything strange back there?]
That’s when, as we’re running…
…I hear Kyle’s voice through the message stone on my waist.
It’s from Kyle, who’s about 70 meters behind me.
For reference, I placed all our team members near him.
“Nothing.”
I feel a bit awkward as I answer.
This type of communication is essential since we have to spread out and use the terrain effectively when moving in a large group…
…but I’ve never done it when we were in a team.
I wonder if I’ll get used to this once I form a clan.
[Okay, I’ll relay that to the back. Tell me immediately if something happens. It’s about to begin.]
“Alright.”
I end the call and look straight ahead.
The fog that was thick a few days ago has completely disappeared, and there’s no sign of explorers from Noark.
Only traces of time, bloodstains, and corpses, fill the area.
But…
‘It’s about time.’
My heart pounds uneasily as time passes.
It’s only natural.
It’s been over 30 minutes since the crystals on the cave walls started emitting a red light, signifying the appearance of the ninth Floor Master.
“This way.”
I suddenly turn right at a fork in the road.
And at the same time, a warrior behind me marks the wall.
It’s also the reason why I’m leading the way.
A vanguard with navigation skills is usually—
“Halt.”
I clear my thoughts and stop everyone.
The crystal that was emitting a bright red light was losing its glow and turning black.
After about 3 seconds…
…the entire passage was plunged into darkness.
Whoosh.
I light the torch I prepared beforehand and say,
“Everyone, brace yourselves.”
I suddenly remember a quote by Einstein.
He said he didn’t know what weapons would be used in World War III, but World War IV would be fought with sticks and stones.
Of course, it’s not a perfect analogy for my current situation.
But one thing is clear.
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「Special condition - Nine Fears fulfilled.」
「The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak, starts to roam the floor.」
It’s time to return to the basics.
「Field effect - Abyssal Fog applied.」
「All usage effects are deactivated.」
「Mana efficiency reduced to 1/4.」
「Monsters exposed to the Abyssal Fog evolve into superior beings.」
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Click.
I insert the torch into the slot on my helmet.
It’s the Barbarian Candle Mode.
Although it’s a mode I haven’t used in a long time, I’m not embarrassed.
Because all the other warriors are doing the same.
“Huhu, it’s been a while since I used a torch.”
“I agree.”
Our vision is restored as everyone inserts torches into their helmets. And the black fog surrounding us becomes clearer.
It’s similar to the darkness of the labyrinth that appears from the 2nd floor onwards.
Darkness that devours light.
‘Visibility is about 2 meters.’
It’s shorter than I thought.
Well, in the game, I always brought several Archmages with me when I fought Verzak.
I never had to face this kind of situation because I summoned him after preparing a perfect environment.
“I heard about it, but it’s more dangerous than I thought.”
Tension fills the air among the experienced warriors.
That’s how important vision is in battle.
For example, in the United States, 21 feet (6.4 meters) is recommended as the ideal distance for confronting a criminal.
It’s difficult to react properly if the criminal is closer and charges with a knife.
For reference, that’s for ‘guns’.
They need that much distance to aim and pull the trigger at a ‘human’ charging at full speed.
But 2 meters…?
[We have to move quickly.]
I’m interrupted from my mental preparation as Kyle’s voice comes through the message stone.
“We were inserting torches. We’ll depart now.”
I inform the warriors and then move forward, covering my upper body with my shield.
And…
Clank, clank.
…I gradually increase my pace.
It’s one of the reasons why the current situation is so difficult, and why I only included strong warriors and knights in the vanguard.
To have to run with a visibility of 2 meters.
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
I shout to shake off my fear and push off the ground.
We’ll never reach our destination if we just walk slowly.
Right, we already know it’s dangerous.
“Le, let’s go!!”
The warriors also gather their courage and follow as I run into the darkness first.
Well, they’ll be better off since I’m illuminating the path—
“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!!”
A beast roars and charges towards us from the darkness.
It’s much bigger than anything we’ve encountered on the 1st floor.
Well, it’s also because I’m not using [Gigantification] this time.
Thwack!
I smash the beast’s jaw with my shield.
And at the same time, the warrior to my right swings his double-edged axe at its neck.
Clang!
The axe penetrates the flesh, but it gets caught on the bone.
I can’t help but feel a bitter taste in my mouth.
The dwarf who just swung that axe is a 4th-grade warrior. And he’s not even a guardian, but a melee damage dealer.
But he couldn’t kill it in one shot…
“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!”
The beast charges towards us again, despite the deep wound on its neck.
I smash its head with my mace.
Thwack!
It probably didn’t die from this either.
I didn’t even use [Swing], my only attack skill.
Well, to be precise, I couldn’t use it.
「All usage effects are deactivated.」
Active skills are sealed in the ‘Abyssal Fog’.
Although I can still use the Corpse Golem’s [Acidic Fluid], I can’t use [Flesh Explosion].
That’s why I can’t use [Gigantification] right now.
‘It really feels like I’m back to the beginning.’
A strange sense of loss washes over me.
I remember the early days when I had nothing.
That’s probably the biggest reason why the other warriors are so afraid of the darkness beyond.
Because one of their greatest weapons is gone.
But…
“What are you guys doing! Follow me!”
…the base stats from the essences are still there.
We can still use passives, and we have the equipment we worked hard to buy.
Well, we can’t use the equipment’s usage effects or scrolls…
…but permanent options like the 50% shock absorption from the Guardian Corps Insignia still apply.
“Leave the ones you can’t kill to the back!”
We ignore the beast and run into the darkness again. We’ll never reach our destination in time if we try to kill each and every one of them.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!”
“Woof! Woof!”
Beasts appear in groups every few steps.
They’re about 1.5 times bigger than a lion.
But their appearance is the same as the Blade Wolves that commonly appear in the eastern district of the 1st floor.
Their strength is on a completely different level, though.
「Killed Abyssal Blade Wolf. EXP +5」
They’re 5th-grade monsters, the same level as trolls.
We have to break through them without active skills.
That’s why I focused on recruiting warriors.
Sorcerers, summoners, necromancers, and other classes that rely heavily on skills would be useless in this event.
On the other hand, warriors usually have high base stats.
“Aak, my arm…!”
“Priest, heal him quickly!”
But casualties start to appear as we break through.
Just like how my combat power has decreased significantly after losing [Gigantification], the other explorers aren’t used to their current selves.
Ah, and the Abyssal Blade Wolf’s skill also plays a part.
「Abyssal Blade Wolf has cast [Inner Madness].」
[Inner Madness], the active skill that Blade Wolves acquire after evolving in the Abyssal Fog.
The effect is simple.
Clank.
The caster’s defense stats are all removed, and their offensive stats, like sharpness, destructive power, and penetration, are increased proportionally—
“Kyaaaak!”
I hurriedly cover my face with my shield, clearing my thoughts.
Clang!
I hear a grinding sound from beyond the shield as I block the claws.
But I’m more worried about my body than the repair costs.
4th-tier Moonstone is at this point?
‘Even I wouldn’t be able to endure this with my bare body.’
It’s only natural that casualties are appearing.
Their claws can tear through 2nd-tier metal like paper.
‘Phew, if an essence drops, I’ll absorb it right away.’
I didn’t find their essences appealing when I triggered this event in the late game.
But it’s different for me now.
First, their base stats are high for a 5th-grade monster…
…and the skill is decent.
With this skill, I can temporarily change my position from a tank to a damage dealer.
Well, it’s a skill I can’t use in the current situation.
‘But their base stats are really high.’
Any increase in stats would be a big help.
I can just remove the essence later at the temple.
1 million stones isn’t that expensive anymore.
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
I shout to boost morale.
And it’s not just me.
Everyone is shouting, calling out to what they believe in to overcome their fear.
“For Lafdonia!”
The loyal knights call out to the royal family that abandoned them.
“Ailey!!”
Someone calls out their wife’s name.
“May the starlight guide me!”
Someone asks for help from their god.
After some time…
[It’s time to switch.]
…Kyle’s voice comes through the message stone, and the warriors and knights who were conserving their strength in the rear switch places with the vanguard.
“…Are you okay?”
The dwarf warrior who was fighting the hardest next to me asks with concern.
Honestly, I want to rest too.
But…
“Someone has to navigate at the front.”
“You can just call another scout and have them do it.”
“Another scout…”
I can’t help but chuckle.
Most scouts have low combat power.
And he’s saying to call them here, where even heavily armed warriors and knights are getting their flesh torn and their organs spilled?
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“…I’ll be back soon.”
Geez, he’s loyal after just fighting together for a while.
“I’ll be waiting.”
The dwarf warrior also retreats, and new people fill the spots behind and next to me.
They’re not unfamiliar.
We already introduced ourselves before departing.
“Elbertin, Davers, Karkin, good to see you. I’ll be counting on you.”
“Haha, you look like a mess already.”
“How about you rest in the back? We’ll open the path from now on.”
The warriors offer their consideration, looking at my tattered equipment and the blood that’s still flowing.
“I can still endure. I’ll tell you when I need a break.”
“Stubborn.”
“That’s why so many people gathered around him.”
“Damn it, those bastards don’t even give us time to greet each other.”
We’re forced to resume our journey before we can even finish our brief conversation as a beast appears in front of us.
“Everyone, be careful, they’re different from ordinary Blade Wolves.”
“We know.”
“As if they weren’t already jumping out from side paths enough.”
“It was intense back there too. Many have already died.”
What?
“Died…?”
“They don’t have a priest there.”
Right, that’s how it is.
We placed all the priests on the front lines.
But that doesn’t mean it’s safer here.
There were casualties even in that battle.
And…
‘The divine power will eventually run out.’
We had the injured retreat and use potions to conserve divine power.
But it’s also just a matter of time.
Then this place will turn into an even worse hell.
‘Misha…’
I shake my head.
Although I’m worried about my companions who are in the back, if something happened, they would have contacted me through the message stone.
‘Let’s focus on what I have to do.’
I dismiss my thoughts and put my weight into my shield.
I swing my mace when necessary.
Sometimes I shout, sometimes I lose my balance and fall, but I quickly get back up.
Thwack! Thwack! Slash! Kwaaang!
Beasts bleeding black blood, cut by maces, swords, or Aura unleashed by knights.
Their blood covers my body over and over again.
Time passes.
“Huff, huff.”
The warriors, who focused on physical stats, breathe heavily and groan.
It’s that kind of battle.
Even I, who prided myself on experiencing all sorts of chaos, am struggling to maintain my composure.
Is that why?
When I come to my senses, another warrior is standing next to me.
Since when?
“Davers, when did Elbertin go back?”
“…….”
“Is he dead?”
“Yes.”
…I see.
We were supposed to have a drink together later.
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
I keep moving forward, as if fueling myself by burning away even fleeting emotions.
And I give the priests orders to prioritize healing others, not me.
Potions are enough for me since I have Pain Resistance, and besides…
Smirk.
…honestly, I don’t even know anymore.
Is my judgment clouded because I’ve been fighting so much?
Or have my barbarian instincts awakened because I’m surrounded by warriors?
Because we’ve become acquainted?
Well, maybe it’s because I’ve seen too many deaths recently.
I was a sacrificial pawn to someone.
And I also treated others as sacrificial pawns.
It was a natural fact until a few days ago.
I didn’t feel any resentment or unfairness.
That was the world, and I chose to adapt.
But…
Thump!
…what is this feeling?
I wasn’t this kind of person.
But…
Thump!
…my heart is burning.
My head.
The warmth of the flowing blood.
The stickiness.
Thump!
Right, it’s only natural for me to be insane.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
I stop trying to find a reason.
I don’t know why, but something stirs inside me every time someone following me dies.
It’s a desire I’ve never felt before.
Thump!
I want to…
Save my companions.
And the countless people following me.
Thump!
I want to return alive.
「Character’s health is below 20%.」
「All resistance and defense stats are increased to their maximum due to the passive skill [Hero’s Path].」
Even if it means burning everything I have.
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Chapter 222: Like a Flame (2)
I wasn’t like this before.
Then, what was I like?
Little Lee Hansu, who spent most of his childhood in the hospital, was an ordinary child.
He admired heroes.
And he believed he would become someone special someday.
But that child learned as he grew up.
Emotions are just emotions.
In the end, the ones who could laugh and live were those who thought and acted rationally.
Therefore…
‘Misha, Ainar, Raven, the bear-like man.’
I engrave my priorities in my mind once again.
No matter what happens, I’ll return alive with them.
But even as I make that resolution…
Clang!
…I block a beast’s claws that were aiming for my companion with my shield.
“Are you okay?”
“Ah, ah! Thank you…”
I want to save even one more person, I don’t want to let go of this desire that’s burning my heart and mind.
My head is hot.
As hot as my breath.
Was I always this passionate?
“Davers, go back and rest if you’re tired.”
“…I’m not.”
“…?”
“Not until you go rest.”
Why are warriors so stubborn?
Although I regret asking for their names, I’m also glad I did.
I dismiss my doubts.
And my regrets.
As if I’ve really become a game character, I only think about one thing.
The Shield Barbarian, built to protect companions.
Bjorn Yandel, who followed that build to the letter.
What’s the thing he’s best at?
No, what’s the thing he has to do?
I know the answer.
「Body regenerates quickly due to [Moderate Healing] effect.」
I’m still barely holding on, like walking a tightrope, maintaining my tattered state with just potions.
Even though I know I would be much safer if I received the priest’s care.
I don’t ask for healing instead of potions.
[Hero’s Path], the Orc Hero’s passive skill that increases defense stats as health decreases.
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
The more I burn my life force…
…the tougher I become.
Then I can save more people, and those who survive will help overcome the remaining obstacles.
Right, so…
“We’re almost there!!”
…this is a rational choice.
Let’s trust and move forward.
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About 9 hours have passed since we left the center.
The first two hours were spent sprinting with all our might, and the remaining seven hours were spent clearing the path through the ‘Abyssal Fog’.
There were many casualties.
Horrible things happened, things that can’t be summarized in a few sentences.
But…
“We’re here.”
…we finally reached our first destination.
Right, our first destination.
[How is it? Is the portal open?]
I swallowed my groan and answered calmly,
“No, the portal is destroyed.”
What greeted us after we crossed countless corpses and blood was a scene of destruction.
There was nothing where the stele and the portal should have been.
Clench.
For the first time in a while, I felt a surge of anger at the absurdity.
So many warriors died…
Each of them had families, and they were beings who carried precious things that couldn’t be replaced…
[It was a wasted trip.]
“…….”
[Get a grip. There are still two portals left. We have to decide where to go.]
I forcefully suppress my overflowing emotions and try to clear my head.
And I think.
North or south?
[Please make a decision quickly.]
There’s no time to contemplate leisurely.
The battle is still raging.
“Yandel, don’t feel pressured. How can you even choose? It’s just luck.”
“Haha, a warrior makes decisions with their heart, not their head!”
“We’ll follow you, no matter what you choose.”
“Even if it’s the wrong choice, no one can blame you. If there’s anyone like that, I’ll split their head open with my axe.”
The warriors who have crossed the line of death with me several times offer words of comfort.
They’re strange people.
How can they smile when they’re in that state?
Smirk.
I close my eyes.
‘We only have one chance left.’
Realistically, it’s impossible to check all three portals.
We judged that we only had two chances, both in terms of time and strength, and we chose the east as our first destination.
There were several reasons.
1. If we chose the east, we could still choose between north and south even if the first attempt failed.
We could change our route if we obtained new information during the expedition.
2. Abyssal Blade Wolves are less troublesome than other monsters.
It’s also the path with the least casualties.
And…
3. It’s difficult for Noark to set up an encirclement in the Beast’s Lair.
I judged that it would be advantageous for us if a battle broke out.
We could just endure while backing up against the walls on three sides and then go down to the 1st floor when Day 7 ended.
‘…Damn it.’
I belatedly realize something after organizing my thoughts like this.
‘It was a bad judgment from the beginning.’
It was reasonable for me to choose the east.
But what about from the other side’s perspective?
‘I was short-sighted.’
I only made plans that were advantageous to me.
It would be the best-case scenario for me if it succeeded.
I acted while imagining the best possible outcome.
But it’s obvious that everyone else would be doing the same.
‘Where would they have chosen?’
I asked myself again.
Which portal would be most advantageous to Noark?
The answer came quickly.
‘North.’
The Goblin Forest.
No matter how I thought about it, there was no better option for them.
There were three reasons.
1. Abyssal Goblins are the most troublesome of the four monsters on the 1st floor.
Many casualties would be inevitable if we tried to break through this path.
2. There are no terrain features to act as walls, so encirclement is possible.
And they even have an advantage in battle.
And most importantly…
3. The Goblin Forest is the closest to the 3rd floor.
This is the most crucial part.
They would have wanted to go up to the upper floors and mine magic stones after this operation since they were struggling with a food shortage after stopping exploration for six months.
After all, everyone in this world is an efficiency freak.
‘You idiot.’
I already knew about the food shortage.
That’s why I thought there wouldn’t be many people stationed in front of the 2nd floor.
So I made this plan, believing in that.
But I didn’t connect it to the Goblin Forest.
Even after simulating it countless times.
‘One out of three, my ass. I just wanted it to be the easy path.’
I curse at my own stupidity.
But I grab the message stone instead of dwelling on my self-reproach.
Clench.
It’s not the time for me to collapse alone.
The milk has already been spilled.
So, what’s important now is how we deal with it.
“We’re going north.”
Kyle’s voice came through the message stone as I informed him of my decision.
[Goblin Forest…]
“Do you have something to say?”
[No, actually, I was going to recommend that place if you didn’t choose anything. I’ve been thinking about it, and it seems suspicious.]
Right, he also had the same thought.
It would have been better if we had realized it sooner.
Both of us.
‘Enough complaining.’
I resumed leading the group.
Our destination is the Goblin Forest to the north.
“Ha, the break is over.”
“Let’s go. We can rest after we get out of here.”
Instead of going back the way we came, we changed direction and took a detour, even if it meant going a longer distance.
“Grrr…!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!”
As expected, beasts appear as soon as we leave the portal area.
We fight our way through them again, shedding blood.
And after some time…
“Gr륵, Grrr!!”
…Abyssal Goblins start to appear.
It means we’ve moved a considerable distance from the eastern district where Blade Wolves appear.
“Grrr.”
A small physique, no different from usual.
But a goblin with skin as black as night stares at me.
“Krrk, Krrr!!”
He’s smiling.
Just like when I first fell into this cave.
“Battle stations!”
We’re about to embark on a difficult path.
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Level 9 monster, Goblin.
These guys are nothing special.
Just watch out for traps, and even those traps can be neutralized with a decent pair of boots.
But…
「Killed Abyssal Goblin. EXP +5」
…5th-grade Abyssal Goblins are different.
These damn bastards transform into beings that are even more troublesome than trolls.
「Abyssal Goblin has cast [Random Trap].」
The active skill, [Random Trap].
The effect is simple.
Clank.
When triggered, a random skill below 5th grade is cast on the target.
Ah, for reference, buffs are excluded.
Only offensive and curse-type skills are activated.
Whoosh!
The moment I hear the trap being triggered, a warrior is engulfed in flames.
I recognize it as soon as I see it.
[Extinction Flame]
It’s one of the top single-target damage skills among 5th-grade skills.
“Damn iiiit!! Priest! Priest, Prieeeest—!”
The priest, whom he had been calling for, immediately casts a heal, but it’s useless.
Thud.
The warrior, who had been clearing the path at the forefront for over two hours, collapses, charred black.
It’s a truly meaningless death.
That’s what’s so annoying about Abyssal Goblins.
“Krrk, Krrr!!”
No matter what build you have, there’s always a counter, but random attacks?
You can die in one shot if you’re unlucky.
And on top of that…
“Damn it, this is driving me crazy.”
…you can’t detect Abyssal Goblin traps with your eyes or magic.
You just have to step on them.
“I, I can’t go any further. I’m sorry.”
The warrior who smiled and returned after getting his arm torn off by a Blade Wolf steps back.
I can understand.
It would be different if I was injured because I was weak or couldn’t dodge the enemy’s attacks.
But to die just because you’re unlucky?
It would be difficult for even an experienced warrior to overcome that psychological fear.
Therefore…
“I’ll go first.”
I step forward.
It’s not like I’m not afraid…
And I don’t have a noble heart that would allow me to smile and sacrifice myself for everyone…
“Follow me.”
…but we’re doomed if everyone is scared.
Clank.
Someone has to take the first step, overcoming their fear.
Right, there has to be at least one.
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!”
I overcome my fear and increase my speed.
Clank.
A trap is triggered every twenty steps.
「Character’s stamina is greatly decreased.」
A curse-type debuff.
「Character’s body burns, and regeneration is temporarily sealed.」
The continuous fire attack, [Leech Flame].
「Character’s Cold damage taken is temporarily greatly increased.」
A downpour…
Kwaaang!
…and a real lightning bolt.
All sorts of skills are stacked on me.
But I keep moving forward.
Trusting in the +200 Magic Resistance I obtained from the Manticore.
Believing that the first step I took won’t be meaningless.
Clank.
I continue to take steps forward.
I hear people’s voices from afar.
But it doesn’t last long.
“I, I…”
“Stop being pathetic and step back. I’ll go next.”
“Damn it, why… why me…”
Those who stop and fall are passed by those who follow behind me.
“We’re following the great warrior!!”
“Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!”
Barbarians first.
“Haha! You said you have a family, didn’t you? People like me, who are alone, should do this kind of thing.”
The leader who lost his team.
“…This is also fulfilling my duty as a knight. I’ll be next.”
The abandoned knight.
“This is crazy. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Ha, how the hell are we supposed to get out of here?”
“I’ve been thinking this since earlier, but he’s truly insane.”
The murmurs grow louder.
And I can feel the presence of my companions right behind me.
But I don’t look back.
What we need in this situation isn’t someone who doubts and worries.
It’s someone who moves forward silently.
“You guys are crazy! Do you think anyone will acknowledge you for this?! Huh? A hero?”
I don’t blame those who collapse.
“Damn it… but I’m still going. Someone has to do it.”
I move forward with those who get back up.
Clank.
To avoid discarding anything else.
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When I come to my senses, I’m being carried on Ainar’s back.
But I don’t ask what happened.
Because this is already the third time.
I fainted after stepping on traps over and over again.
“How much time has passed?”
“Please… rest a bit longer, Bjorn… okay?”
I ignore Misha’s concern and get off Ainar’s back.
I see Kyle.
He’ll tell me.
“How much time has passed?”
“We’ll arrive in about two hours.”
“Right, I see.”
It seems like I was unconscious for about 30 minutes.
The priests’ divine power has already run out.
I wonder how many people died at the front while I was gone.
“Mister…”
Erwen grabs my wrist as I’m about to start walking again.
“Can’t you… not go…?”
“…….”
“The others are clearing the path now. Right?”
It’s a selfish but tempting suggestion.
And it’s something I would have considered rational in the past.
But…
“I have to go.”
“Why… why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m sick of seeing people die.”
I have high magic resistance.
So I only fainted after stepping on hundreds of traps.
It’s just a 5th-grade skill.
Even without [Gigantification], my body is very strong.
And I realized that I won’t die from this crazy thing.
So…
“Move aside.”
I push Erwen aside and head towards the front.
My companions don’t stop me this time.
I soon rejoin the vanguard as I increase my speed.
“You’re back.”
The passage is blocked by almost 200 warriors.
I gathered all the warriors I could find, regardless of group, so this is the result.
This place is different from the Blade Wolf district.
If someone just steps on the traps at the front, the enemies that appear from the side paths aren’t that dangerous.
The condition is to be 5th grade or higher.
And to have high defense stats.
Ah, although I also accepted melee damage dealers, I completely excluded non-warrior classes.
The Abyssal Goblin’s unique characteristic isn’t just its traps.
They use throwing weapons.
They’re called ‘Monster Pouches’.
When thrown, they explode, and a random monster below 5th grade appears.
And right in front of you, at that.
It’s an environment that fragile spellcasters and archers can’t endure.
“…Is that a priest on your back?”
“Ah, just leave us alone. He keeps passing out after using divine power.”
For reference, it’s not just a priest.
Warriors who were seriously injured and retreated are being carried on the backs of other warriors, two per person.
They’ll probably get up and carry another warrior when they regain consciousness.
“I see. Make sure to stop him when he wakes up. We have to save it for when we really need it.”
“But this priest is so stubborn, he doesn’t listen to us.”
“Then just knock him out beforehand.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
The warrior nods in understanding, even though I just told him to commit sacrilege against a priest.
It’s not a situation where we can be picky.
“Then I’ll go first.”
Just as I’m about to move forward, nodding…
…the warriors push me back with their shoulders.
Wait a minute, did I just get shoulder-checked?
It’s my first time experiencing this since waking up in this body.
“…What the hell is this?”
The warriors shrug nonchalantly as I ask.
“Can’t you see the line here?”
“Even if you’re the leader, you have to follow the rules.”
“Bjorn Yandel, do you think you’re some kind of hero?”
What?
No, what the hell is this bullshit?
It’s ridiculous, but the warriors’ expressions are serious.
“Rest a bit longer, Yandel.”
“You deserve it.”
I don’t know if I should be happy or not.
Just as I’m watching the situation…
“Hey, stop!!”
…I hear a commotion from the front.
Stop in this situation?
Something must have happened.
“Move aside.”
I hurriedly push past the warriors and move forward.
Even the flustered warriors don’t stop me this time.
“Uh, uh?”
“Wait!”
“Yandel? Why are you here?”
“We agreed to let you rest…”
Familiar explorers greet me as I reach the forefront. But there’s something I need to take care of before their questions.
What was the commotion about?
I didn’t even have to ask, the answer was right in front of me.
“Anyway, you came just in time. Yandel, is that the thing the mage mentioned?”
Beyond the passage.
A giant eye is blinking at me from the darkness that devours light.
“Yeah, I think so.”
I sighed and nodded.
There’s no point in denying it.
Now that we’ve made eye contact, it’s practically confirmed that we’ll encounter the Lord of the Abyss, Verzak.
Well, it’s a miracle that we haven’t met him yet.
“So, what are we going to do?”
What else is there to do? Follow the plan.
“Everyone, get back.”
I grab my mace and step forward.
The giant eye just blinks, not retreating, even though I’m approaching with a weapon.
It’s a creepy gaze.
Therefore…
‘Geez, have you never seen a barbarian before?’
I shove my mace into its eye with all my might.
Kwagic!
As expected of a 9th-grade token monster, the eye disappears into light with a single hit.
「Killed Abyssal Watcher. EXP +1」
「The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak, is starting to take a strong interest in you.」
Phew, I’m already having to work hard again, even though I just woke up.
I take out my message stone and report to Kyle.
“I just killed the Abyssal Watcher. Come here quickly.”
It’s time to move on to Plan B.