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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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I gauged the distance between that bastard Lucian and myself.
Roughly six meters.
It seemed close, but for me, with only melee weapons at my disposal, it felt incredibly far today.
Meanwhile, Lucian wasn’t wary of me at all.
Anyway, there was something I wanted to test too.
I gently placed the sword and shotgun on the ground.
“I just found out you’re a non-ability user. What were you even thinking, challenging me?”
“It’s none of your business, pointy-ears. Before we start, I have a question.”
“I’ll indulge your curiosity. Speak, short-lived one.”
Lucian spoke arrogantly, as if bestowing a great favor.
His attitude was still infuriating.
“You have so many wives your dick barely has time to cool down, so why are you making such a fuss about taking Hye-ji as your wife?”
“I grow stronger through intercourse with strong women-”
Whoosh!
Before he could finish his sentence…
I swiftly drew four daggers, two in each hand, and threw them.
Our brother, Eldmia Egga, said that a surprise attack is the best offense.
Why am I calling a character from another series “brother”? If they’re good at fighting, they’re a bro.
If Chovy carries me in ranked, I’d call him “Brother Chovy.”
But just as my hands moved, the number above Lucian’s head increased.
He didn’t even flinch, as if he already knew what I was going to do.
Instead, the change happened elsewhere.
Three of the daggers stopped mid-air.
The wind spirit seemed to be doing its job.
*’That jobless bum.’ *
The three suspended daggers then flew towards me.
Lucian managed to dodge the remaining dagger by slightly twisting his body.
Seeing that, I assessed the situation.
‘The spirit can block up to three attacks at once.’
The daggers that were redirected at me fell harmlessly at my feet.
As I picked them up, Lucian scoffed.
“How pathetic, resorting to such petty tricks.”
“You better watch your mouth if you don’t want Brother Eldmia to smash your skull. He said this was the best attack.”
“This academy is even worse than I thought.”
His words didn’t bother me.
The academy was a shithole, that was true.
“And you, dragging girls around here? Your tribe’s education system must be pretty bad.”
“Don’t insult my tribe!!! The Pond Leaf Tribe is the noblest among all High Elves!!!”
“Let’s assume that’s true. Are all the members like you?”
“O-of course! All my brethren are as refined as I am!”
“Refined, my ass.”
Lucian’s expression seemed a bit guilty.
This was my chance to exploit his weakness.
“So, all the members of the Water Hyacinth Tribe just flash their dicks at women? Today, I learned something new.”
“N-no!!! My younger brothers all hold the esteemed position of ‘Great Warrior of the Elves’!!”
“Younger brothers?”
For an old-ass elf to enroll in the academy instead of his younger brothers?
And not just any brothers, but the “Great Warriors of the Elves,” who were supposedly the strongest among them?
“Your brothers are the ‘Great Warriors of the Elves’?”
“Yes!! None of you are a match for their strength!”
This was it.
You’re dead, pointy-eared bastard.
“So you’re just a pathetic loser then.”
“……What?”
“Your brothers are recognized for their abilities, hold high positions, and have the support of the elves.”
I picked up the shotgun.
“But you? You probably have no talent and spent your days at home, leeching off your parents.”
“N-n-no!!!”
He vehemently denied it, as if struck by my words.
Strong denial often means strong affirmation.
Time to dig deeper into this pathetic loser’s insecurities.
“You were probably cooped up in your room, saying, ‘I’ll figure it out!’, ‘Leave me alone! Stop nagging me!’, ‘I have a plan!’”
“Wha-what nonsense are you spouting!”
“And your mom, unable to bear the sight, sobbed, ‘Lucian, please come out of your room and do something with your life!’”
“No, my mother wouldn’t cry like that…”
His voice trailed off.
I pounced on that, like a hound that had caught its prey.
“Wow, so you did make her cry?
“S-stop it!!! Don’t make assumptions!!!”
Lucian tried to defend himself, but it was too late.
You pointy-eared bastard.
It’s already too late.
“And then your dad dragged you out of your room and forced you into this academy, telling you to get your act together.”
“How did you…”
He looked like I had hit the mark.
“Pointy-ears. Your brothers are the pride of the elves, right?”
“W-what about it!!!”
“They’ll meet better people than you, get better positions and homes at a younger age.”
“B-be quiet.”
His eyes started welling up.
He couldn’t deny it.
“And after you graduate, the only place you’ll have to go back to is that small, dusty room in your parents’ house.”
“No! I will have my own house soon!”
“Lies.”
Getting a house is incredibly difficult.
Unless you’re lucky enough to get one through the LH (Korea Land & Housing Corporation), it’s a distant dream.
It wasn’t something a jobless elf could hope for.
“Your brothers have their own houses, with beautiful elf wives waiting for them. But you have nothing.”
“Please, be quiet!!!!!”
A tear finally rolled down his cheek.
Satisfied with his reaction, I scowled.
“Your brothers will get official elf weddings before you!”
“Shut your mouth!!!”
He finally dropped his facade of composure and roared at me.
His outburst fueled my desire to keep going.
“Congratulations, you’re only better than your younger brothers in terms of how many bowls of rice you’ve eaten.”
“I said shut up!!!”
“But I guess your libido is stronger than theirs? You’re happily banging those inferior species that your brothers wouldn’t even touch.”
“Shut up!!!!!!”
Despite his angry words, he looked like he was about to collapse.
I clapped my hands, driving the final nail into his coffin.
“Are you Sesshomaru or something? He had a half-demon child with a human he considered inferior, and you’re doing the same, aren’t you?”
His face was filled with despair.
My mental attack was a critical hit.
The training grounds had a built-in sound amplification system.
It was implemented to enhance the spectator experience.
This meant that any words spoken loud enough, even whispers, could be heard by everyone.
Naturally, everything I said was broadcasted to the entire audience.
The spectators started coughing up blood.
“…Stop the AoE damage.”
“Stop… using… facts.”
“I’m not a failure… It’s my siblings who are abnormal.”
“I tried my best.”
“No, it’s just bad luck that I was born in this generation…”
“Mom, I’m sorry. Mom, I’m sorry. Mom, I’m sorry.”
The atmosphere in the stands shifted.
Resignation, resentment, and deep sadness.
Kyouko’s voice then rang out clearly through the training grounds,
“They’re all NEETs and hikikomoriwwwwww. It’s not an academy but a green campwwwwwwwww”
Like pouring oil on a fire, the gloomy atmosphere intensified.
It was a sight to behold.
Lucian finally snapped out of his daze.
He glared at me, his eyes filled with rage.
“How dare you use your forked tongue to deceive this one!!!”
“Are you an idiot? I just stated facts, and you’re the one who got triggered.”
“Shut up!!! I’ll kill you!!!”
He started muttering something incomprehensible, just like he did back in the classroom.
The air began to tremble.
He stretched out his right hand, aiming it at me, but…
*’I can cancel this.’ *
I was faster.
Before he could fully extend his arm, I swiftly threw two daggers at him.
He canceled his spell, reacting instinctively.
The ominously trembling air turned into a gentle breeze.
This was my chance.
I dashed forward and threw my longsword at him.
At that moment, the number above his head went up.
“How pathetic!!”
As he spoke, a large tree sprouted from the ground.
It deflected the incoming sword.
*’Three more plants left.’ *
The tree that blocked the sword stood tall before me.
I threw four daggers to my right, just before turning left.
I then pivoted to the left, shouldered my shotgun, and pressed the barrel against the side of the tree.
Since it was a shotgun meant to be used with both hands, perfect recoil control was out of the question.
‘But at this range, even if I shoot randomly, I’ll hit something.’
I was confident I could land a few good hits.
The shotgun roared.
All this happened in a matter of seconds, flowing seamlessly.
It almost looked like it happened simultaneously.
Whoosh!
BOOM!!!
However, the number above Lucian’s head had increased again.
The spirit deflected three of the four daggers.
Another dagger was snatched by a vine that sprouted behind Lucian.
And finally, two trees suddenly grew, blocking the trajectory of the three shotgun blasts.
‘Shotguns are great, but their penetration power is lacking.’
He wasn’t an easy opponent.
But…
‘You used up all four, didn’t you, pointy-ears?’
It’s time for you to go.
To the Lord’s side!
I dropped the shotgun and moved to the left, using the newly grown tree as a reference point.
The distance between us was now only two steps.
I grabbed an axe with my left hand and swung it horizontally from left to right, putting my weight into the swing for good measure.
The axe aimed for Lucian’s neck.
But…
“You’re aiming for the wrong place.”
Thud!
Two vines that sprouted behind me had wrapped around the axe handle.
I saw the number above his head go up again.
And unlike what Namuwiki said, he had two more plants than the initial four.
‘Well, there can be slight variations from the recorded information.’
Slightly disappointed that Namuwiki hadn’t been updated, I let go of the axe.
At the same time, I took a step forward.
The distance was perfect.
This time, I held the axe in a reverse grip with my right hand, my arm bent, and swung it upward.
My target: his solar plexus.
*’Please just die from this.’ *
But once again, the number above his head went up.
And another tree sprouted diagonally, blocking the axe’s path.
It was smaller and thinner than the previous trees.
But it was enough.
Enough to stop my attack.
Thud!
*’What the fuck????’ *
Countless question marks appeared in my head due to this unexpected turn of events.
Seriously, you bastards!
They said he could control four plants, but he’s using seven!
A three-plant difference is too much, you Namuwiki bastards!
Update the information before writing about Marisa and Alice’s relationship, damn it!
I stared at Lucian in disbelief as all my attacks failed.
“You said he could only control four, damn it.”
“Die!”
He had finished chanting his spell and stretched out his right hand toward me.
A strong gust of wind hit me.
It was a brief gust, but it was enough to push me back to my original position.
Thankfully, the Defensive Coat I was wearing protected me from harm.
However, it was frustrating that the distance I had worked so hard to close had been widened again.
Lucian pointed at my coat, a look of amusement on his face.
“That rag. It’s not bad. You would have lost your head if you weren’t wearing it.”
“If you want one too, you should introduce jobless bums like yourself to women.”
The plants Lucian created started to disappear.
My weapons, falling under the influence of gravity, started dropping to the ground.
Of course, they weren’t anywhere near me.
‘Damn it, all my weapons are over there.’
I stared longingly at them.
Lucian, no longer shedding tears, started mocking me.
“Now you understand the difference between us?”
“Difference my ass, the map difference is bullshit. I can’t even play StarCraft if it’s not on a Hunter map.”
“This must be the World Tree’s will, ensuring my victory.”
“But they said you could only control four plants! Why are you using seven?!”
He laughed at me, mockingly.
As if to say, you’re still relying on outdated information?
Damn it, update your information, Namuwiki.
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ELDMIA ELGA MENTION. Peak novel.
Kyouko is savage lol best girl.