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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: JayM
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Jeong Yoo-shin quietly looked down at the assassins wetting themselves.
“W-Why are we your masters?”
The one-eyed man stammered.
“You taught me how to parry. By shooting a shit ton of bolts at me.”
“Y-You crazy bastard.”
“Shut up!”
Jeong Yoo-shin roared.
His loud shout echoed throughout the chamber.
The assassins fell silent.
“My apologies, masters. Now, allow me to perform a truly splendid sword dance for you.”
“…”
Jeong Yoo-shin moved around while swinging his sword.
In the spacious chamber.
Beyond the flickering torchlight, Jeong Yoo-shin’s shadow stretched long.
The assassins were terrified.
The barbarian before them, his body riddled with bolts, was creaking and waving his sword around.
It was a scene that defied all logic.
The bizarre dance continued for three whole minutes.
“Ugh!!!”
The dance ended with Jeong Yoo-shin vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Catching his breath, he picked up a mace that had fallen to the floor and approached the assassins.
“I’d like to hear your thoughts on my sword dance.”
He shoved the mace into an assassin’s mouth.
The assassin had a Hitler-esque mustache despite being just a hired killer.
“…S-Spare me.”
“Wrong! You fail.”
He swung the mace down.
Wham!!!
Crack!!!
The skull shattered, and an eyeball popped out. The Hitler-mustached man’s head caved in like a pancake.
One dead.
Jeong Yoo-shin swung the mace, flinging off the brain matter.
“I asked for your thoughts, you bastards.”
He pointed the mace at another assassin.
“How was it?”
“…”
This assassin had a nose as big as a fist.
He stammered, unable to speak properly. Had he gone mute?
Jeong Yoo-shin nodded and swung the mace down.
The fist-nosed man’s head caved in. His body convulsed, so Jeong Yoo-shin hit him a few more times.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Blood splattered on Jeong Yoo-shin’s indifferent face.
“Oswald, I know you’re watching. Come out.”
“…”
“Are you just going to leave your client to die?”
‘Are you testing me?’
Jeong Yoo-shin leisurely looked for the next assasin.
“I…I!”
An assassin with a missing ear raised his voice.
Without replying, Jeong Yoo-shin swung the mace down, crushing his head.
The last one remained.
The one-eyed man.
“Let’s exchange names, since we’ve come this far.”
The one-eyed man’s lips trembled.
Psss.
The one-eyed man couldn’t hold it in any longer and wet himself again.
Jeong Yoo-shin watched him until the end and then spoke.
“That’s a nice, big piss. Good job. Very good.”
He gently stroked the one-eyed man’s head and then grabbed it tightly.
“Did you enjoy shooting bolts at me from afar? Didn’t expect this to happen, did you? You pathetic fools. Cough!!!”
He unintentionally spat a mouthful of blood onto the one-eyed man’s face.
“…Sorry.”
As a gesture of apology, Jeong Yoo-shin wiped the blood off the one-eyed man’s face with his palm. It didn’t wipe off the blood all that well though. In fact, it smeared his face with even more blood.
Jeong Yoo-shin made eye contact with the one-eyed man again.
“I don’t have much time, so I’ll ask just one thing. Are there any more of you besides yourselves?”
“…”
The one-eyed man didn’t speak. But his eyes flickered slightly.
‘Confirmation.’
He had confirmed the most crucial information.
Jeong Yoo-shin stood up and stepped firmly on the one-eyed man’s neck.
Crack.
The man’s body trembled as his neck bone broke. Jeong Yoo-shin kept his foot pressed down, blocking his airway.
“Guh!!!”
The man’s face turned blue, then white. Finally, he breathed his last.
Jeong Yoo-shin removed his foot from the man’s neck and looked around.
Four. All dead.
Jeong Yoo-shin’s body swayed.
“…Oswald, come out.”
Clap, clap, clap, clap!!!
The sound of applause came from right behind him.
He turned around and saw Oswald, his face flushed while clapping frantically.
“Amazing!!! Amazing!!! Skar!!!”
Oswald stopped clapping and grinned.
“You crazy bastard!!! Courage, tenacity, improvisation, you’ve got it all. When I heard the news that you wiped out the slave hunters, I wondered what kind of nobody was causing trouble in the eastern district, but you’re a gem!”
Jeong Yoo-shin stared at Oswald for a moment.
Perhaps due to his excitement, his tone had changed considerably.
Was he no longer in clown mode?
“Indeed.”
“Join our clan!”
“I can’t do that.”
Jeong Yoo-shin flatly refused Oswald’s offer.
Oswald chuckled.
“So, you’re a talent, huh? You even have a talent for making people anxious. I like you even more now. Is there anything else you want?”
“I want to ask you something.”
“Anything!”
“Where did you go?”
At Jeong Yoo-shin’s question, Oswald’s smile widened.
“As you had guessed, I left to kill your party.”
“…”
Jeong Yoo-shin’s heart sank.
The news was so shocking that the pain he felt from his body momentarily vanished.
Jeong Yoo-shin gripped his sword.
Oswald quickly continued.
“But I came back. I thought about it, and it seemed like a pointless endeavor.”
Jeong Yoo-shin glared at Oswald.
“Where is the Fifth Prince’s nanny?”
“Here.”
Oswald stepped aside, revealing the old woman.
She was unconscious but relatively unharmed. She wasn’t in the critical condition he had last seen her in while vomiting blood.
Jeong Yoo-shin gripped his sword and stepped forward.
He had confirmed everything.
If he killed Oswald, it would all be over.
He calmly faced Oswald, but he felt his condition was rapidly deteriorating.
‘I have to finish this quickly.’
Oswald glanced at Jeong Yoo-shin’s sword, waved his hand dismissively, and leaped back.
“Hey, why are you so eager to kill me?”
“Because you tried to kill me.”
“That’s not true.”
Oswald said seriously after hearing Jeong Yoo-shin’s reply.
“I just acted according to the request. Besides, I spared your companions. I even told you that this old woman is the Fifth Prince’s nanny.”
“Oswald, don’t you think you’re underestimating me too much?”
He didn’t even bother to refute each point.
“Ha, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Honestly, I enjoyed all this quite a bit. It’s because I didn’t recognize your talent at first.”
Oswald sighed and apologized.
“Shut up and come fight.”
“Really? Your party is running towards us right now.”
Jeong Yoo-shin froze.
Oswald’s eyes gleamed.
“Do you want to die here together? Skar, don’t you think you’re underestimating me too much?”
“…”
Jeong Yoo-shin and Oswald stared at each other in silence.
Oswald spoke.
“I’ve made a lot of concessions, you know? Regardless of my intentions, I spared your party and even gave you information. Moreover, I didn’t interfere when you were fighting the assassins. I’ve never been this nice to someone before. So, do me a favor. Of course, it won’t be for nothing.”
“…What is it?”
“Come visit our clan in the underworld.”
“Why would I?”
“Because I like you. Come for a visit.”
“I might visit later if I’m bored.”
‘Crazy bastard, would you go if you were me?’
Jeong Yoo-shin’s reply contradicted his inner thoughts.
“Good! Then I’ll take this old woman with me for now. Our clan will take good care of her until you come get her.”
Taking the Fifth Prince’s nanny hostage?
Jeong Yoo-shin racked his brain.
The assassins had targeted the Fifth Prince’s nanny. This meant that her identity had been confirmed.
If he took her, she wouldn’t be safe outside the labyrinth. They might be attacked. Not only him, but Dalmong’s inn would be in danger as well.
In short, the Fifth Prince’s nanny was…
‘A bomb.’
“Alright.”
He replied after desperately finishing his calculations.
“Then, see you later…”
Oswald stopped mid-sentence, turned around, and pointed at the one-eyed man.
“Oh, right! Make sure to take the bags those assassins had. They’re enchanted bags. You’ll make a decent profit that way. And take this too.”
Oswald took a stone out of his pocket and tossed it to him.
Clang!
Jeong Yoo-shin swung his sword, knocking the stone to the floor.
“…No, I’m telling you to take it. Don’t knock it away. It’s a pretty expensive magic stone.”
“Why are you giving this to me?”
He couldn’t just accept such a suspicious stone from an enemy.
At Jeong Yoo-shin’s question, Oswald shrugged.
“A token of goodwill?”
“…”
‘Is he really crazy?’
The clown-like man, who had been jumping for joy a while ago while talking about hunting time, had suddenly changed his mind, and was now offering him recruitment and goodwill.
His overheated mind couldn’t keep up with the confusing situation.
‘There’s not a single sane person among the eastern district underworld bastards.’
Seeing that the suspicion hadn’t faded from Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyes, Oswald sighed and spoke.
“If you’re that suspicious, just sell it to the Explorer’s Guild. You’ll make some decent money with it. Then, see you later.”
Oswald vanished on the spot while carrying the Fifth Prince’s nanny. It was as if he had teleported.
Was it the effect of Veil of Darkness? Truly a broken imprint.
Thud.
As soon as Oswald disappeared, Jeong Yoo-shin collapsed to his knees.
All of his strength was drained from his body.
His body, which had been barely holding on thanks to the Revenger imprint, had reached its limit.
‘I’m going to die.’
In his blurry vision.
He saw people running towards him from afar. They looked familiar.
Soline?
He could also see Gallerheim and Pyrion, their injuries treated.
Oswald had been right.
That made him even more confused. What was that crazy clown’s motive?
“Skar!!!”
Soline yelled as she ran.
They were truly kind-hearted, if somewhat reckless, party members.
Jeong Yoo-shin smiled and closed his eyes, but then he immediately opened them again.
Soline was grabbing his shoulders and shaking him frantically.
Jeong Yoo-shin’s body swayed back and forth like a scarecrow in the wind.
“Don’t die!!! Ugh!!! Damn it!!!”
“S… Soline.”
Jeong Yoo-shin managed to speak.
“What is it?!”
“D… Don’t talk about the Fifth Prince’s nanny outside the l-labyrinth.”
Soline and the rest of the party stared blankly at Jeong Yoo-shin.
“Th-That’s not important right now!”
Soline shouted.
“It’s the m-most important thing. And t-take that one-eyed bastard’s bag.”
Jeong Yoo-shin pointed his chin at the one-eyed man’s corpse and continued.
“It’s e-expensive. And get my helmet too… Ah! And this stone…”
Jeong Yoo-shin trailed off and lowered his head.
He had more to say, but he was too exhausted.
He instructed them to diligently collect everything they could carry. He wasn’t sure if it would cover his funeral expenses, but…
He heard them shouting something, but their voices gradually faded away.
Darkness enveloped him.
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“…We have to get out of here quickly!”
“…Almost there!!!”
“Skar, hang in there…!”
His vision swayed. Someone kept talking to him.
“Break through!!! They’re just goblins!”
Soline shouted bravely.
Clang!!!
Ssweeek!!!
The sound of weapons clashing.
The sound of flesh tearing and monsters screaming could be heard nearby.
What was happening?
He didn’t know.
It seemed like quite some time had passed.
Blue light.
Fresh air.
Had he made it outside?
Someone shouted again. The voice was different.
“No way, he’s still breathing after taking that many bolts?!”
“Q-Quickly, get a priest!!!”
His body was laid on a soft bed.
His flickering consciousness sank beneath the surface.
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He seemed to have had a long dream.
Memories of drinking beer and chatting with a friend in front of a convenience store at night.
Memories of running on a park track in the cool evening breeze.
Memories of counting the stars in the night sky while camping with his family.
His beloved family and friends.
He opened his eyes.
A familiar ceiling.
It was his room at the inn.
The warm morning sunlight streamed in through the window.
His chest felt heavy.
He managed to lift his stiff neck and looked at his chest.
Lin, the white rat, was sleeping soundly, her face buried in his chest, and her nose twitching.
The bolts embedded in his body had all been removed.
He laid his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
He had survived.
Once again.
How long had he been unconscious?
He should have woken up in the infirmary.
Various thoughts flashed through his mind.
There were unresolved matters.
And so many things he was curious about.
How had he escaped from that labyrinth?
Jeong Yoo-shin tried to move his stiff body but stopped.
He wanted to savor this moment of peace a little longer.
Jeong Yoo-shin closed his eyes again.
Just then.
“Skar?”
Someone called his name from outside the door.
A gentle, familiar voice.
It was definitely Mion’s.
He was too weak to move, and he felt playful, so he remained silent.
Creak.
The door opened, and Mion entered.
Shuffle. Shuffle.
The sound of her careful footsteps on the wooden floor grew closer.
The calming scent of Mion filled his nostrils.
“Skar, are you awake?”
Mion asked while approaching him.
“…”
Mion’s soft hand gently grasped his.
‘Now!’
Just as Jeong Yoo-shin was about to open his eyes.
Something touched his cheek.
Smooch.
Something soft and moist.
“Sniff. Sniff.”
Mion’s breath tickled his cheek.
Lick.
Something warm and wet tickled his cheek.
‘Huh?’
Smack. Smack.
His cheek was being sucked.
‘What the…?’
Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyelids fluttered.
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T/N – Dang, the MC is getting more and more unhinged as time goes on. Who f*cking does a sword dance for his paralyzed enemies while being riddled with crossbow bolts?
Also, it’s nice that his party survived this time. They seem nice, and I don’t mind them becoming recurring characters.
Then there’s this Hisoka-wannabe, Oswald. Really, why do these crazies like to wear clown makeup?
Lastly, the last scene is… uhm… Is cheek sucking normal for couples…?
If you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out in the comments.
Bruh there’s definitely something wrong with Mion
I mean, honestly, all the waifus in this series are nuts. But if you put all of them together they’re still less nuts then Skar, so it evens out.
Lmao ur killin me jay. Thanks!
I love this series with the whiplash between sexual harassment and life-threatening situations
“all those bastards in the eastern district are crazy”
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