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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: bchen3
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There are a few things you should never do to a Korean.
The first is entering a house with your shoes on.
The second is saying “Your mom’s kimchi is bad.”
The third is saying “You’re bad at games.”
It might seem random, but Korea is a country where Confucianism has a strong influence, to the point where they say it’s a “Confucian Taliban.”
Simply put, it means they react violently to insults directed at their family, especially their parents.
And in the Silent Dawn Land, where people have mastered the art of war, where parents die every time they lose a game, “You’re bad at games” is a shortened phrase meaning “You are a worthless and weak trash who can’t even protect your own parents.”
“…What did you just say to me?”
You do not know the legendary gamer, the one who received the highest GOAT rating in the history of all time?
“I’m dizzy.”
It was true that half of me thought it was ridiculous that this low-life was picking a fight with me, but my anger at being called a bad gamer in front of everyone was not light either.
Those eyes.
Unlike those on the fence, those who are fans and anti-fans at the same time, trying to get attention by picking fights with me to play a game, his eyes were those of someone who truly believes he is better than me.
“Really… gaming isn’t popular in Japan.”
If it were a regular sport, would someone who was good at neighborhood soccer dare to challenge a professional player?
“What? Are you scared? Scared?”
When I stopped controlling my expression and stiffened, he thought he was getting through to me and continued to provoke me.
“…Hah.”
I sighed and looked up at the sky.
I’ve seen everything here in Japan.
“Hey, you punk.”
“What… what? Punk?”
“Why are you picking on me like this again? Can’t you see the situation? This is a situation where you might be risking your life! Why are you acting so crazy? Or are you an X-man planted by the person who caused this whole mess? Is that it?”
“What are you talking about? Stop talking nonsense. Are you scared?”
He didn’t listen to a word I said.
The truth didn’t seem to matter, actually.
He just wanted to provoke me, undermine my status.
And through that, he wants to tell people something.
That I’m a piece of trash, so maybe they should switch to a better car.
As proof, the Manga-Ripped Delinquent continued to provoke me, but kept glancing at someone else in between.
At the end of that gaze, there was someone who looked upon this situation disapprovingly.
Big and beautiful.
Even though she was wearing armor, it was still a powerful woman, unlike the Link Princess costume she had on before coming here.
Sionji Luna, scheduled to be the dedicated tank for my party.
“Does this guy seriously think Luna will go for him by acting like this?”
He’s not even a child.
If he’s an adult, he should be able to prove his competence more intelligently, not through childish methods like this.
“You can’t say anything. Coward.”
What’s even worse is that even though the actual contribution to the fight might be different, if you look at it in terms of PvP, the other side is a pure damage dealer Samurai, and this side is a support Priest.
Normally, it means that there is no chance of winning from the start.
Normally.
“Okay.”
“A man, hiding behind, healing- huh?”
“Let’s fight.”
“Hero Yun Sihoo. Wait a minute.”
“Ah, it’s fine.”
Thinking I wanted to fight because I was provoked by the Manga-Ripped Delinquent, Gregor turned around and spoke urgently, forgetting to stop the Manga-Ripped Delinquent.
Well, technically, was I provoked?
After all, you wouldn’t be considered Korean if you didn’t fall for this kind of provocation.
“If he’s going to keep acting up, now is the time to stomp on him.”
There is a difference in profession, but everyone’s lack of growth means their characteristics aren’t drastically divided.
Not expecting me to fall for the provocation at all, the Manga-Ripped Delinquent’s surprised face slowly morphed into a nasty smile.
“This character didn’t need to be this hated.”
I thought about the Manga-Ripped Delinquent, playing the role of a third-rate extra villain who gets stomped on by the protagonist, perfectly at 100 points.
Gregor, who had been trying to stop me a few times, sighed.
“I thought Yun Sihoo Hero-nim was one of the few who had common sense.”
“I am stubborn, but I’ve never tried to do something that wouldn’t work.”
“…I hope that’s true.”
“Believe in me.”
“…You are an excellent priest. Honestly, there was no need for this.”
When a knight brought me the light armor I used during training, I politely declined.
“A helmet and armor might be inconvenient, but they are very helpful for your safety.”
“I know. But I don’t need them in this case. They’ll actually hinder me.”
After a bit of a struggle, the knight sighed and quietly retreated.
“If you change your mind, please wear them before the match. You could get seriously injured.”
“I understand.”
While I was stretching my joints that had stiffened from resting, Luna approached me.
“Luna-ssi, are you going to stop me too?”
“No?”
“Huh?”
“It’s not like you’re doing something impulsively, right? Even though you’re Kid-nim, you must have a reason for doing this. You must be doing this because you’re good at what you do.”
“…That’s true, but.”
“Still, be careful. I’ve been watching you train for a few days now, but a lot of people got hurt by that Yank.”
“When a loser gets power, it’s usually a pain in the neck for those around him.”
“Pfft. Anyway, don’t get hurt, and if you can, beat him up a bit. He’s been flirting with me during training, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“Well, I’ll step on him a bit.”
The Hero’s staff.
I spun the staff, which looked like a long stick or a crowbar, and climbed onto the stage.
The Manga-Ripped Delinquent, who was already up there, was grinning as he watched me climb.
Smirking.
“You’re late. Did you pee your pants?”
“Unlike you, who’d be happy if your parents died, I’m precious, so people take good care of me in case I get hurt.”
“…What?”
“Didn’t you just say I was a pro-gamer? Why are you changing your words like that? Why? Are you scared now that you have to fight me? Are you laying down the groundwork for your defeat?”
The Manga-Ripped Delinquent, speechless, mumbled in search of something to say, then closed his mouth.
Then, he took a fighting stance like he did before.
“Yeah, if you know you’re going to be humiliated, just shut up and focus on the fight. Stop talking.”
Clack.
I could hear his teeth grinding.
He’s too clumsy to survive the harsh Korean gaming world.
“…I’m not going down easily here.”
“Ah, you don’t get to decide that.”
I went to my spot according to the referee’s instructions and did some final stretches.
I smiled as I looked at the Manga-Ripped Delinquent, who was staring at me with eyes full of murderous intent.
The gap between us is huge.
I can beat you even as a priest.
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“Begin!”
The knight referee looked at me worriedly, but in the end, he shouted the start of the match.
The Manga-Ripped Delinquent, starting with the sound of the match beginning, slowly closed the distance, just like he did against the glasses-wearing man.
“Isn’t he moving a bit faster?”
Still, in the case of the glasses-wearing man, he was a frontline fighter who had a sharp longsword and, despite its low rank, had proper sword skills, even if he was clumsy.
In my case, however, I am a Priest without specialized attack skills.
It means I don’t need to be careful.
“Even so, the fact that he’s not rushing in right away means.”
He’s trying to mentally manipulate me by putting pressure on me.
“Your 1% chance of winning just disappeared.”
There’s no way I’d be mentally pressured by a rookie, let alone a glasses-wearing man.
I calmly looked over my holy spells.
Hespada, the Goddess of the Hearth, is definitely specialized in support.
No attack skills.
“…Using this is a bit overkill.”
[Skill: Hespada’s Holy Spell – Declaration of Sanctuary (EX)]
According to the power of Hespada, the Goddess of the Hearth, summons Hespada’s sanctuary on the ground.
Those allies who are inside this sanctuary receive Hespada’s powerful and beneficial status buffs.
It was one of the two EX Skills I obtained after the EX opened up.
The details aren’t given, but it seemed like a final boss-level buff skill.
“…It’s too flashy, so let’s hold off on this.”
After all, I’m still assumed to be an A-rank.
Plus, I’m a little hesitant to announce that I already have the potential to learn a skill like this.
“Let’s go with the basics.”
“Goddess, grant me strength.”
“Goddess, make me strong.”
I only briefly activated the D-rank buff, Goddess’ Blessing and Goddess’ Protection.
[Life – 36.2(+77.2)] – lv1
[Earth – 50.3(+77.2)] – lv1
[Strength – 10.3(+32.3)] – lv1
[Agility – 35.7(+32.3)] – lv1
Aha, that’s it.
I felt my body instantly become lighter.
As light enveloped my body, the Manga-Ripped Delinquent flinched for a moment, but continued to close the distance as if it were nothing.
At the same time, I planted my staff straight up to my right and charged at the Manga-Ripped Delinquent.
“Wah!”
He shouted, teasing me, just like he did to the glasses-wearing man.
At that moment, a flash of light shot out from the Manga-Ripped Delinquent’s left.
I laughed.
From the moment he took the stance to unsheathe the katana, not unsheathing it, I knew I was halfway to winning.
That’s how rookies are.
They think they’re good because they only play the game in one pattern, and they stick to that strategy.
“Drawing a katana, that’s not how you use it.”
Not a surprise attack, but a draw in a direct confrontation?
He was already destined to lose the mental battle.
The direction of the attack? It’s already determined. It’s where the scabbard is. No need to choose between left and right.
The form of the attack? It’s already determined. A choice between vertical and horizontal, but it’s horizontal. The katana won’t be swung vertically. It’s physically impossible in a reality game.
The speed of the attack? It’s fast because it’s a dealer and receives skill buffs, but this is a reality game.
There’s no way a sword that has come out of its scabbard, overcoming friction, can be swung that fast.
Even if it’s a completely predetermined attack, if you can’t block it even though you know it’s coming?
You should lose your “pro-gamer” tag, not be a legend.
Clang!
“…Ugh!”
The Manga-Ripped Delinquent’s eyes widened.
The katana that had come out of its scabbard was blocked by my staff before it could even fully swing outside.
Both are Hero weapons. In my case, it’s an EX Hero weapon, so it’s not going to be weaker in terms of strength, so it shouldn’t be able to cut me.
“This is so predictable. Just one-pattern.”
As I sneered, my eyes began to divide the Manga-Ripped Delinquent’s body into zones.
I didn’t even need to separate the zones and figure out the value of the next move.
His two arms were in the left where the scabbard was, with his right and left completely unbalanced.
His right side was completely undefended.
Bang!
“Gulp-!”
My left knee smashed through his ribs.
Even without the help of skills, my strength with the buff is over 40.
It must be too much for him, who’s still at 10~15 stats.
“I could just keep hitting him, but.”
I looked at the referee, whose face was filled with shock as I had my knee planted on the Manga-Ripped Delinquent.
“Even a jerk like this is a Hero, so he’ll probably stop me as soon as it’s clear I’ve won.”
After all, Heroes seem like valuable assets.
I can’t beat him while I’m on top of him, or stick the staff in his body.
I risk having the match called off.
“But I don’t need to create unnecessary variables.”
I could step back and use my staff to fight the katana.
I have more experience and stats, but I’d have to use pure swordsmanship skills, while the other guy is a Samurai class, supported by the system.
I don’t think I’d lose, but I don’t want to be humiliated by playing with him.
“Let’s keep the judgement of the fight ambiguous until the end.”
“Ugh… ugh…?”
My body pressed against his, moved back, and wrapped around him.
His right arm holding the katana, his left arm, and finally, his two legs.
I quickly pictured the “destruction” route, like a puzzle, starting from his head, as quickly as possible.
“Uh… uh…? Wait-”
The Manga-Ripped Delinquent, who was groaning from the pain coming from his right ribs, felt an unusual pressure on his right elbow and tried to scream, but.
Crack!
“Wait-! Yun Sihoo Hero-”
Before the referee could even stop me, I quickly shifted my position slightly, starting from his right arm, and broke all of his joints.
“Aah!”
“Ugh-ugh-”
“Stop! Stop! Victory! Yun Sihoo, Hero!”
I immediately released the hold and stood up as soon as the referee announced my victory.
“…Ugh, spit. So disgusting.”
I frowned as I felt the foamy spit from the Manga-Ripped Delinquent on my shoulder.
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Good lord this guy is crazy lol.