Surviving The Game as a Barbarian (Novel) Chapter 319, 320, 321

   

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Chapter 319: Memory (4)

Just how strong had I become?

It was a question that had been on my mind for the past few months.

I had a general idea based on my stats in the game, but it was difficult to grasp the reality.

This wasn’t just a game.

‘In that sense, he’s a good opponent.’

Even an ordinary ‘knight’ who could use Aura was considered to be on par with a 6th-floor explorer, and even stronger in PvP.

But my specs weren’t bad either.

Although my Spirit Engraving was only at level 6, and my level was low, so I had far fewer essences compared to the strong explorers of this era…

I had three 3rd-grade essences: Ogre, Bion, and Stormgush.

And my essence combination wasn’t a mess, it had synergy.

Most importantly, the biggest reason why tanks were weak against knights was their lack of damage output, but I could cover that with the Demon Crusher.

So, in other words…

‘We’re on equal footing.’

We would both die if we took a direct hit.

“…….”

“…….”

An unexpected silence fell over the dark staircase.

Was he also feeling uneasy because I was acting tough?

‘Did I go too far?’

He was cautiously measuring the distance between us.

But I focused even more.

And just like how the duels of ancient swordsmen were decided in a single breath…

“…….”

“…….”

…the match was decided in an instant.

Swoosh.

He was the first to move.

One step.

The moment he took a step up the stairs to close the distance…

“Ptoo!”

…I spat the acidic blood I had been holding in my mouth at his face.

But he didn’t dodge.

He just thrust his sword forward, his stance unwavering, like a boxer who wouldn’t even flinch if you punched him in the face.

That’s why the Corpse Golem essence is OP.

No one knows about acidic blood.

He probably thought it was just blood and that he could just take the hit…

Sizzle!

The acidic blood hit his face before his sword could reach me.

I heard a sizzling sound, but there was no scream.

But he was still human, he couldn’t completely control his body.

His eyes closed for a moment, and his sword wavered.

I took the opportunity and dodged to the side.

Thud.

The sword grazed my side as I was in midair.

It wasn’t a serious injury.

But did he realize that just from the feel of his sword?

Swoosh.

He raised his shield.

He was going to defend after his first attack failed.

A white aura surrounded the shield, so it seemed like he had a defensive skill.

But that was his second mistake.

This hammer had armor penetration.

Kwaaang!

I slammed my hammer down.

“Keugh!”

He coughed up blood.

His eyes were filled with surprise.

Well, he blocked it with his shield, so he probably didn’t understand why he was injured.

But understanding and accepting are two different things.

Tadat.

He accepted the dangerous situation and retreated down the stairs.

He was trying to buy time to recover.

That was his third mistake.

I had a grab skill.

Whooosh!

I used [Transcendence] and [Eye of the Storm] to pull him back towards me.

And…

“No…!”

No? What do you mean no?

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

I smashed his head with my hammer until it was crushed.
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“Damn, I’m sweating.”

I wiped the sweat off my forehead after confirming his death three times. It had only been a few seconds, but it was mentally exhausting.

Well, the reward was worth it.

‘Wow, his equipment is at least 4th-grade.’

His equipment was pretty good. I couldn’t just leave it behind, so I quickly took it off and put it in my subspace pocket.

I had to take out a few less valuable items because it was full, but that was inevitable.

I suddenly remembered Amelia’s note.

She told me to leave after getting the Fragment of Records?

‘…What do you mean leave? I haven’t even found a place to bury this equipment yet.’

Damn right, I can’t just leave this behind.

And I didn’t even know how to use the Fragment of Records.

‘Anyway, I should get that first.’

I went down the stairs, leaving the naked corpse behind.

Thud.

The stairs were wide, and when I reached the bottom, there was a spacious passage that could easily fit twenty people.

And there was a giant door at the end…

‘It’s slightly open.’

…and there was no one around.

I cautiously approached the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

There was only one person in the vast chamber beyond the door, which was designed as a shelter.

A balding head.

A protruding belly.

Fancy clothes and double eyelids.

It was definitely the Lord, whom I had seen from afar once before.

“…Sir Omanus?”

He spoke, his voice filled with anxiety, as if sensing my presence.

Hmm, what should I do?

I hesitated for a moment and then revealed myself.

“You’re… Iron Mask?”

The Lord flinched as he saw me.

“Where’s Sir Omanus? You’re the one who went to check what was going on…”

“Omanus is dead.”

“…….”

“Just in case you’re wondering, I killed him.”

“……!”

The Lord’s eyes widened, and he started backing away as I calmly told him the truth.

Geez, that’s useless.

He couldn’t escape.

“Ugh! Let go of me! Insolent! Do you even know who I am?!”

I quickly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, and he started struggling, shouting angrily.

He looked pathetic for the ruler of a city.

Damn it, he should have brought more guards, even if it was a secret panic room.

“Wh, what do you want…? St, stop! Let’s talk!”

I patted him down with one hand, searching for his belongings.

And I soon found what I was looking for.

Amelia said he would be carrying it, and she was right.

Although I didn’t expect it to be a necklace.

Snap.

I ripped the necklace off his neck and let him go.

The Lord, who had just lost a family heirloom, started shouting, but he didn’t attack me.

‘Good, I got this…’

I put the Fragment of Records in my subspace pocket, holding it by the string, worried that it might activate if I touched it.

“You bastard…! Do you even know what that is?! Give it back! Give it back to me!”

“You’re being noisy. Want me to pull out your teeth?”

“…….”

I shut him up and then asked calmly,

“Do you know how to use the Fragment of Records?”

“You bastard! You were after this… ugh!”

“Just answer my question. We’re the only ones here.”

“…Do you think I would tell you anything?!”

The Lord was surprisingly stubborn.

He got angry at first, then he said he didn’t know, and then he finally told me what his ancestors had told him after I punched him.

“You’re saying there’s no way to use it?”

“Th, that’s what the records say… It activates when the Chosen One appears…”

It was unexpected information.

Amelia said that even the Lord of Noark didn’t know how to use it, so he just kept it safe.

But he actually knew.

‘So it activates automatically when the conditions are met, not by using it.’

It was a good thing I asked.

“Now that your questions are answered—”

“No, tell me this. How do you return to your original time if you’re the Chosen One?”

“What…? Why are you curious about—”

The Lord’s eyes widened, as if he wasn’t completely stupid.

“You, don’t tell me…!”

Well, he would be an idiot if he didn’t realize it after I practically spelled it out for him.

I just nodded.

“You’re right. So tell me. How do I go back?”

“I, I knew it… I was wondering how you found this place… so that’s why…”

“Stop talking about things I didn’t ask.”

Tsk.

The Lord hurriedly answered, his face pale.

“I, I heard it’s the same as when you arrived. You’ll be summoned back when you finish what you have to do here…”

“This is troublesome.”

“…Can I ask a question?”

The Lord spoke to me as I was contemplating what to do.

“Wh, what kind of person was I in the future?”

His eyes were sparkling, which made me feel uncomfortable. Did he expect to be a hero who left his name in history?

“Why are you asking?”

“Ju, just curious… although that future is gone now that you’re here… I can still be curious, right?”

Right, he really doesn’t know anything.

Well, that’s why he thought there was a treasure that could change history.

“Ah, how did it go today? Did you succeed in driving those Orculus bastards out of the city?”

“You’re that curious about the future?”

The Lord nodded.

“Then close your eyes.”

“…I did.”

“What do you see?”

“Nothing.”

That’s good.

It would have been troublesome if he saw something.

“That’s your future.”

I swung my hammer with all my might.
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Thud.

The Lord’s body collapsed, and a pool of blood started to form.

I looked away, unfazed.

He deserved to die, judging by the things I had seen and heard in this city for the past few months.

‘And besides, he was fated to die today anyway.’

For reference, his death was known to be Orculus’s doing, and Amelia also believed that.

But as I had just revealed…

…I was the real culprit.

‘Well, it’s not surprising anymore.’

Honestly, I hesitated until the last moment.

But I eventually swung my hammer for one reason.

Even if I just left, there was a high chance that the Lord would be killed by someone today, and history would repeat itself.

No, it would definitely happen.

Unless…

…the one I killed was a double.

And the real Lord had escaped to the surface, changed his identity, and deceived the entire world for twenty years.

Unless that ridiculous scenario was true…

…the outcome wouldn’t change—

“Huh…?”

I suddenly stopped.

“Wait a minute.”

I felt like shouting ‘Eureka!’.

“…Deceived the entire world?”

It felt like electricity was coursing through my body.


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Chapter 320: Memory (5)

Rattle, rattle.

On a ten-seater transport carriage that was speeding through the city, there was an anomaly among the grim-faced adult men.

A fourteen-year-old girl staring blankly into space.

Her seemingly calm demeanor masked her anxiety, and no one noticed except for her older sister, Laura Rainwales.

Swoosh.

Amelia, who had been sitting stiffly with her hands on her lap, flinched.

Her sister's hand had covered hers.

“What’s wrong? Are you worried?”

Amelia, who was introverted, nodded.

There was no point in lying to her sister, who knew her better than anyone…

And she would have noticed anyway.

Just how much her body was trembling, even on this shaking carriage.

“…It’s okay, nothing will happen.”

Amelia felt her anxiety ease as she felt her sister’s warmth.

Even though they were practically being dragged to a battlefield.

She closed her eyes, and the adult men’s conversation reached her ears.

“What about Iron Mask and Emily?”

“I heard the Lord sent someone to their inn, but I don’t know if they received the message.”

“Damn it, he should have told us beforehand. What the hell is this?”

“It must have been top secret. I can’t believe the Lord is working with the royal family to attack Orculus.”

They were summoned by Pelic Barker while working at their foster father’s bar, like any other day.

He didn’t explain anything, just told them to get ready to fight, and then they were loaded onto a military carriage with the other clan members as soon as they grabbed their equipment.

“Wait a minute, attack Orculus? I didn’t hear anything about that. I was just told there was a riot in the eastern district and we were going for support… And the royal family? What the hell is that? How can the Lord work with the royal family?”

“I heard the royal family contacted the Lord recently. I don’t know what they talked about, but… it’s not hard to guess.”

“Well, the royal family also hates Orculus. They have a common interest.”

“Damn right, why else would the knights sent by the royal family be fighting Orculus?”

“…That’s probably why the Lord didn’t tell us until today.”

“Right. They’re the main force anyway. We just have to focus on surviving.”

“Ha, I should have slept outside the castle like Iron Mask. I was dragged here because I was inside.”

“Derbon, watch your mouth.”

“Ah… I misspoke.”

“And stop complaining. We’ll be properly compensated after this is over, knowing the Lord’s personality.”

Pelic Barker, the clan leader, calmed them down.

And after some time…

…the carriage finally stopped at the entrance of Noark’s eastern district.

“We have to walk from here.”

The stench of blood filled the air from the boundary of the eastern district, where several battles seemed to have taken place.

Collapsed buildings and mangled corpses.

She could hear explosions in the distance, and human screams that were even more chilling than a banshee’s.

“What are you waiting for! Get off! Can’t you see there are more carriages behind us?”

Amelia followed them out of the carriage.

Her body, which had calmed down during the ride, started trembling again.

Her sister held her hand.

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll protect you…”

Her sister’s words, a promise she had never broken.

But Amelia couldn’t calm down.

No, rather…

Clench.

…the more her sister squeezed her hand, the more she felt a sense of foreboding.
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Amelia opened her eyes, snapping out of her memories.

She knew where she had to go.

The eastern district of Noark, which had become increasingly independent from the Lord’s influence after Orculus made it their headquarters.

“Fi, fire!!”

Although people thought it was just a fire…

…a war was taking place there.

And her past self…

‘She must be on her way to the eastern district in a carriage.’

It was a memory from twenty years ago, and she had been so overwhelmed by the large-scale battle that she couldn’t remember the details…

…but she could roughly recall her movements.

It wasn’t a memory she could forget even if she wanted to.

After all, her life for the past twenty years had been spent regretting and reliving that day.

Tadat.

Amelia ran towards her destination.

Hundreds of explorers, summoned by the Lord without knowing the details, were stationed at the entrance of the eastern district.

She soon found the person she was looking for.

“You’re here.”

“Who… Oh, Emily?”

Pelic Barker’s eyes widened as Amelia approached him.

“What are you doing here?”

He seemed surprised to see her.

“I went to the castle after hearing the commotion, and they told me to come here. I heard what happened from the others on the way.”

“Ah, I see… But where’s Iron Mask?”

“He’s sleeping, so I left him.”

“Hmm… You left such a valuable asset behind…”

Pelic Barker didn’t seem to find it strange, even though he expressed his disappointment.

It was because the barbarian often used the excuse that he had drunk too much the night before when he was late.

“Well, he wouldn’t have known this would happen. We should assume he’s not coming.”

Amelia then stood next to her younger self and her sister. They awkwardly greeted her.

“Hello…”

Unlike the sociable barbarian, Amelia hadn’t interacted with them much during the past few months, except for the necessary conversations.

She couldn’t bring herself to speak to them.

But she forced herself to speak this time.

“Stay close.”

“…Yes?”

“So I can protect you.”

“Ah, okay…!”

The sisters, who knew about Amelia’s skills even though they weren’t close, brightened up at her words.

Although they didn’t seem to know why she was suddenly being nice to them.

“Battle stations!”

Anyway, it was soon their turn to go to the front lines.

The groups were taking turns resting and fighting…

…but there wasn’t anything dangerous yet.

After all, the knights sent by the royal family and the Lord’s elites were taking care of the main battle.

“They’re trying to escape! Kill them!”

Their goal was to surround the enemy, not to wipe them out.

How strong could the remnants escaping from a burning city be?

It was a one-sided massacre.

“It seems like the Lord is serious this time.”

“But look, 70% of them are ordinary citizens. Is it really okay to kill them all?”

“Ugh, you idiot. We can’t tell them apart. What if an Orculus member escapes disguised as a civilian?”

“That’s true, but…”

Although some expressed their reservations about the one-sided battle, they were a minority. They were all used to killing.

“Does anyone remember what the commander said? How much was it per head?”

“I don’t remember exactly, but at this rate, it’s probably better than going on an expedition.”

“Hey! Runners! Don’t fight, just collect ears! Ah, and strip them of anything valuable!”

Most of them were happy to receive a high reward for easy work.

But Amelia’s expression hardened.

She was born and raised in this city, but she still found their mindset repulsive.

And she was the only one who knew…

…that this festive atmosphere was just a fleeting moment, and hell would soon break loose.

“What the hell, someone’s coming alone.”

Someone muttered, his voice unusually loud despite the surrounding noise.

Amelia quickly turned her head.

“…Is he crazy?”

She saw a man walking towards them alone.

It was a strange sight, considering that all the previous escape attempts had involved hundreds of people.

But…

Thud.

…the onlookers started to feel a sense of dissonance as the man approached.

Thud.

He was wearing black clothes stained with blood.

But his clothes were intact, even though they were wet.

Judging by the blood, he hadn’t come this far without encountering any trouble.

Thud.

The sword on his waist was also unusual.

The looters, who had a keen eye for valuable items, realized that the sword was no ordinary weapon as he got closer.

The sword itself was very ordinary…

…but the man who was carrying it was infamous in this city.

“…Hey, that’s not who I think it is, right? Please tell me I’m wrong.”

“…….”

“Does anyone know his face?”

The explorers waiting in line started to panic.

Some instinctively retreated, and some desperately denied it.

But…

Thud.

…when the man was within 50 meters…

Whoosh!

…a flamethrower user unleashed his attack, but the flames were extinguished before they could even reach the man, and a brief silence fell.

Because it was a well-known ability.

“Fl, Flameless Spirit…”

[Flameless Spirit].

The power of the Lord of Silence, the ruler of the 5th floor.

This incomprehensible power that nullified abilities was only possessed by less than ten people throughout history…

And in the current era, only one person was known to have it.

“He, he’s the traitor…”

The only criminal with the title of ‘Traitor’.

The founder of Orculus…

…and the undefeated swordsman who was once known as the ‘Sword Saint’.

Ricardo Liuhen Praha.

His appearance caused chaos.

“Why is he here…?”

“He’s supposed to be fighting the royal family!”

The man didn’t answer their questions.

He just raised his sword.

“Ru, run!”

The explorers turned and ran.

But the moment he swung his sword…

Flash!

…a fleeting flash of light blinded them.

And…

Slash!

…an old memory, replayed countless times for the past twenty years, began to unfold once more.


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Chapter 321: Role (1)

Jerome Saintred, Captain of the 1st Royal Knight Order.

The young knight in his mid-twenties who ascended to the position left vacant after the Blood Knight murdered the previous captain.

"If I hadn't heard about the ancient shelter beforehand, the plan would have been disrupted."

He brushed his short silver hair back and descended the dark stairs.

Thud, thud.

The reason the man was in the basement of the Lord's Castle, not in the eastern district, which had become a battlefield, was simple.

The offer to help the Lord subdue the rebels in exchange for overlooking the city was just an excuse to enter the city with his troops.

The royal family's goal was something else entirely.

The Fragment of Records.

According to information from the Lord's aide, it was highly likely that he kept it with him at all times in the form of a necklace.

Of course, Jerome didn't know much about this item.

But since he had received orders, he had to somehow obtain it and return to the royal palace—

Thud.

The man's steps stopped as he was going down the stairs.

He had found a body lying face down on the stairs.

The cause of death was a head injury, presumably from a blunt weapon. He was practically naked, stripped of all his equipment.

And the time of death was...

‘No more than 30 minutes ago.’

The man's expression hardened as he bent down and touched the wound.

Someone had infiltrated the castle before him.

Their target was most likely the Lord, who was hiding below.

Then was the intruder still down there?

Tadat.

Jerome quickly ran down the stairs.

He soon saw a wide passage and an open stone door. But all that awaited him beyond the door was the corpse of a middle-aged man with a large build.

This one was also crushed by a blunt weapon.

‘I’m a step too late.’

Jerome bit his lip in frustration, but he quickly examined the scene.

First, the most important item, the Fragment of Records, was missing.

Judging by the marks on his neck, it seemed like it had been forcefully removed…

‘I can’t believe there was competition.’

He was momentarily flustered by the unexpected situation, but he quickly turned around and retraced his steps.

It was too early to give up.

‘He couldn’t have gone far in 30 minutes.’

He had to find him.
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Auril Gabis said:

[Once a timeline has been observed, it can’t be changed.]

Indeed, it might be impossible to completely change the future.

But what if there was an error in the observation itself?

For example, if I could make Amelia believe that her sister had died? And if I could make her live in hiding for twenty years?

Wouldn’t it be possible to save her then?

A shiver ran down my spine, but I soon encountered a major obstacle.

[My sister died in my arms that day.]

Amelia had witnessed her sister’s death.

She had seen it with her own eyes, just like Dwarkey in Lalkas’s Maze.

How could I possibly deceive her?

I couldn’t even imagine it.

It wouldn’t be easy to make Amelia, who had killed countless people since she was young, mistake her sister’s life or death…

‘Well, it will work out somehow.’

It felt like I was back to square one, but I wasn’t as lost as before.

After all, the Lord had said in his will…

…that the Fragment of Records would activate when I finished what I had to do here. In other words, it meant I still had a role to fulfill.

Then what was my ‘role’?

It was obvious.

Therefore…

Kwaaang!

I slammed the door of the alchemist’s workshop open with my shoulder and entered.

Maybe the door was already open…

But so what?

Probability is just a number. I had decided to live my life to the fullest—

“Ugh, aak!”

Huh?

“What the…”

I saw an old man cowering in a corner of the workshop, startled by my sudden entrance.

It wasn’t Marpa Ipaello, the owner of this workshop.

“Who are you?”

“That’s…”

The old man started to avert his gaze as I asked.

He looked suspicious…

‘Huh?’

…and then I noticed a unique brooch on his robe.

“Are you an alchemist?”

The old man flinched at my question.

I didn’t need to hear his answer.

Thud.

I took a step closer, wary of any hidden escorts.

The old man backed away, making excuses.

“I, it’s a misunderstanding! I wasn’t trying to steal anything…”

“I see.”

No wonder he looked like he had been caught red-handed.

He was trying to steal something while everyone was distracted.

“I, I’ll give you half of my money if you keep this a secret—”

There was no need for a long conversation.

It seemed like he had even dismissed his escorts to steal something.

Thwack!

The alchemist, as expected of a non-combatant, couldn’t do anything as I dashed towards him and smashed his head with my hammer.

“Wow, you even have a subspace pocket?”

I didn’t have time, so I just looted his subspace ring and then hurriedly searched the workshop.

And I soon found what I was looking for.

The Lethe’s Blessing prototype.

A consumable item with the insane ability to erase all your memories.

‘Okay, I got the first item…’

It was time to meet Amelia.

We hadn’t set a meeting place or time since there were no phones in this world, but it wasn’t a problem.

Six hours had passed since I fell asleep, so she would probably be…

‘…running for her life.’

I had to hurry—

“Found you.”

I quickly turned around at the voice, and a silver-haired knight was standing at the entrance.

“Hand over the Fragment of Records.”

What the hell, this guy again?
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The Traitor, Ricardo Liuhen Praha.

The swordsman who was once known as the ‘Sword Saint’.

Those who had seen him fight, or fought him themselves, all said the same thing.

That his swordsmanship was on another level.

Whoosh!

The Aura emanating from his sword.

It wasn’t anything special.

The Aura, minimized to conserve energy, had a sharp aura, but that was all.

It wasn’t like the ‘Knight of Light’s’ Aura, which had a mountain-like presence, or the ‘Knight of the Moon’s’ Aura, which could freely change its form.

But even so…

Slash!

…his sword was considered to be superior.

Not because of the Aura, but because of the ‘way’ he wielded it.

“Aak! Sp, spare—”

None of the hundreds of explorers who were blockading the eastern district could withstand a single blow from his sword.

“I have to run…! Aak!”

He cut down those who blocked him…

…and those who dodged found him already waiting for them.

It was a rough-looking sword.

There wasn’t a single trace of the fancy techniques that knights pursued.

But Amelia couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Em, Emily… we, we have to run…”

She felt a wall.

Killing.

Swordsmanship honed to its peak, focused solely on taking lives.

“What are you guys doing! Come on!”

Clan Leader Pelic Barker gathered his members and prepared to escape as the one-sided massacre began.

Amelia couldn’t just stand by and watch.

She had spent the past few months with them for this moment.

“Pelic Barker.”

“Huh?”

Amelia threw a thin needle at his neck as he turned his head.

“…Uh, huh?”

His body froze, only his head turning.

Amelia lifted him onto her shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing…!”

The clan members pointed their weapons at Amelia, but it wasn’t a big deal.

“You traitor!”

She wasn’t a traitor.

She had never considered them as companions in the first place.

Slash!

Amelia beheaded the one who was closest to her.

And as expected…

“…….”

“…….”

…the enraged explorers hesitated and then ran away, leaving their captured leader behind.

“Damn it, I’m out!”

“…Let’s go!”

It was an expected reaction.

They were facing the ‘Traitor’, who was approaching them while slaughtering everyone in his path.

There was no reason for them to risk their lives for their clan leader.

Unlike these two.

“…Let go of him.”

The moment her younger self spoke…

Whoosh!

…she heard a whooshing sound from behind.

Amelia twisted her body to dodge and then used the momentum to kick his wrist.

Clang!

The sword fell to the ground, and she saw a young girl clutching her sore wrist.

It was her sister, Laura Rainwales.

“Amelia, let’s run!”

Laura grabbed her younger sister and ran away, and Amelia just watched them go.

She felt a tightness in her chest.

She knew why they had stayed behind to try and save Pelic Barker, even though the other clan members had run away.

It wasn’t loyalty.

It was because of the curse Pelic Barker had cast on Laura.

[Unfair Contract].

It was a contract filled with unfair clauses, but the main point was this: Pelic Barker would receive all of Laura’s life force the moment he was fatally injured.

That’s why they stayed behind to fight her.

But the reason they ran away as soon as they failed…

…was her.

Amelia herself.

Her sister had accepted her death and tried to save her younger sister.

Crack.

She clenched her jaw.

A three-year age difference.

When they were young, her sister seemed like a giant, but now she knew…

…that she was only seventeen.

She must have been tired, and she must have wanted to give up and run away.

Therefore…

Tadat.

Amelia carried Pelic Barker, who was stiff as a log, and ran.

Slash!

Towards the man who was mercilessly cutting down hundreds of people.

“……?”

For the first time, emotion appeared on the man’s face.

Curiosity.

He must have been intrigued by the sight of someone running towards him while everyone else was running away.

And carrying a grown man on her shoulder, at that.

Whoosh!

The Aura surrounding Amelia’s dagger turned black.

It was [Abyssal Power], a transformation ability she obtained after absorbing the essence of the 4th-grade monster, Grabanich.

When activated, all her resources, including spirit power and dragon power, were replaced with Soul Power, and their potency was doubled.

It was the same for Aura, which used mana.

This ability was a godsend for Amelia, who had a low mana pool.

But…

Swoosh.

The black Aura returned to its original color as soon as she got within a certain distance.

It was because of the [Flameless Spirit] ability possessed by Ricardo Liuhen Praha, the Traitor.

It nullified all abilities within a certain radius.

In other words…

‘This is it.’

…[Unfair Contract] was also nullified.

Thud.

Amelia threw Pelic Barker to the ground, and Liuhen Praha immediately cut him down.

Slash!

His body was severed in two with a single blow.

She had been worried, but [Unfair Contract] didn’t activate.

‘We’ve overcome one hurdle…’

Amelia felt a sense of relief since she hadn’t seen how Pelic Barker died when she escaped with her sister.

But she didn’t have time to relax.

Tadat.

She quickly retreated after achieving her goal.

And the man, who had been slaughtering dozens of people without saying a word, immediately chased after her, finally speaking.

“I don’t know the details, but I can tell you used me.”

He seemed to have understood the situation, and he sounded angry.

But a word the barbarian had taught her suddenly came to mind.

It wasn’t a pleasant word…

…but Lafdonia didn’t have a word that concisely expressed that feeling.

‘What a strange language.’

Amelia unconsciously muttered the word.

“Ki, kimochi…”

Was it a word of gratitude to someone who had helped you?

Trial

I like Korean novels (Murim, Dukes, Reincarnation, etc, etc, etc)

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