Popular NPC in a Gender-Reversed Game – Chapter 100

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“Commander!”

“No…!”

A surge of triumph, a thrill of victory, as my spear pierced his side.

And the panicked cries of the Knights, watching in disbelief.

I sheathed my spear, smiling inwardly.

‘It’s done.’

I’d secured my victory. A deep wound in his side, his sword broken… he wouldn’t be able to fight properly.

But he wasn’t giving up.

Thump!

He kicked me, pushing me back, then grabbed a discarded sword.

“…I’m not done yet.”

He was going to keep fighting. A Commander wouldn’t surrender just because of a wound in his side. He’d invested too much in this fight.

And I wasn’t going to back down either.

Victory was within my grasp. The Knights, who had seemed so formidable before, now seemed… small.

I prepared to attack again.

One final push.

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[Holy shit, he broke the sword!]
[Damn, they’re both insane;]
[Slow down, I’m old and I can’t see;]
[Go do your chores, grandma]
[Those abs… oppa, I love you!]
[That’s… brutal]
Clang! Crack!

The fight continued. Steel clashed against steel, blades grazed skin, drawing blood.

And the otherworlders watched, the Knights forming a circle around them, like an arena.

Some streamers had even stopped fighting to film the event.

[Look at those viewer numbers ㄷㄷ]
[Streamers farming views, upvote lol]
[Why are the Knights just watching? Their Commander is about to die;]
[Would you jump in there?]
[If you interfere, you lose your man card]
[They’re both men though]
[Dogfight, nice;]
[That’s a brutal dogfight ㄷㄷ]

The fight was intense. A clash of titans, but brutal, not elegant. Savage, not refined.

And Yor was the aggressor.

The Knight Commander fought defensively, trying to create distance, but Yor pressed his attack relentlessly.

He even switched to daggers when they got too close.

Slash! Slash!

Yor continued to take damage, blood flowing freely from his wounds. His shirt, slashed and torn, barely clung to his body.

And every time his shirt ripped further, the chat exploded.

[ㅗㅜㅑㅗㅜㅑ]
[Streamers worried about demonetization, upvote lol]
[They should be worried about getting banned, not demonetized…]
[He’d be so hot without all the blood ㄲㅂ]
[He’s like a berserker ㄷㄷ]
[Seriously lol. He doesn’t even flinch.]

But despite the injuries, Yor was winning. The Knight Commander, constantly on the defensive, couldn’t mount a proper counterattack. And his wounds were accumulating.

Yor’s blood attacks, unpredictable and difficult to defend against, were taking their toll. Even a slight increase in reach made a significant difference.

And while Yor avoided any serious injuries, the Knight Commander’s wounds were deep, hindering his movements.

His thigh, his elbow, his side…

The tide had turned. Even the otherworlders could see it.

Chae-rin’s group cheered.

The Knights looked grim.

They watched, silent, waiting for the inevitable.

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“Ugh…!”

His wounds slowed him down. He couldn’t think, couldn’t plan, constantly on the defensive.

Reilly couldn’t understand.

‘…What is this?’

He was the more skilled fighter. Yor’s attacks were still predictable, easy to parry. But Yor was relentless, giving him no time to react, forcing him into a brawl.

Yor was willing to take damage, dragging him down into the mud.

He’d never encountered anyone who fought like this. Most people, even seasoned veterans, hesitated in the face of a blade.

This wasn’t human. It was animalistic.

He blocked another attack, frowning.

‘Brutal. Savage.’

And terrifying. One mistake, and he’d lose his head.

But he also sensed that Yor wasn’t trying to kill him. The attacks were aimed at his limbs, his arms and legs. Rarely at his torso, as if Yor was avoiding his vital organs.

It was about incapacitation, not killing.

‘…What?’

He couldn’t understand. It contradicted everything he’d been taught.

Why were the otherworlders supporting this Carrier? Why were they risking so much to protect him?

Questions swirled in his mind.

Carriers were evil.

They were beyond redemption, psychopaths, incapable of empathy. It was what they’d been taught, a nationwide campaign to prevent people from sympathizing with Carriers.

And it had worked. Carriers had been eliminated without much resistance.

Reilly was no exception.

Clang!

The fight ended abruptly. Yor knocked his sword away.

This time, he couldn’t retrieve it. He was injured, exhausted.

A cold blade touched his neck.

But it didn’t cut.

He frowned.

“…Why are you stopping?”

“I told you. I want to talk.”

The surrounding Knights reacted, raising their swords, preparing to intervene.

“Commander!”

“We’ll save you!”

But Reilly raised his hand, stopping them.

They froze.

He sighed and looked at Yor.

“…What do you want?”

“Now we can talk.”

Yor smiled, his blood-stained face looking menacing.

He kept the blade at Reilly’s throat.

“My demands are simple. Leave me alone. Take your Knights and go. And tell your Emperor to rescind the subjugation decree.”

“…”

It was absurd.

And it wasn’t his decision to make.

He couldn’t just surrender and ask the Emperor to rescind the decree. He’d be ridiculed.

And rescinding the decree would be admitting defeat, accepting a Carrier. It was unprecedented. Impossible.

He gritted his teeth.

“…Just kill me.”

He’d accepted death the moment he’d lost. He wasn’t afraid to die in battle.

“Really?”

Yor’s next words gave him pause.

“If you die, your remaining Knights will die too.”

A chilling statement. And a realistic one.

Reilly was defeated. Yor was tired, but he was still strong enough to kill the remaining Knights. He’d already taken down over a hundred.

But Reilly frowned.

He’d misunderstood.

“…You’ve already killed over a hundred of my men. And now you’re threatening me?”

“They’re alive.”

“…What?”

“The ones lying on the ground. They’re just unconscious. They’re all alive.”

Reilly looked around, his neck getting slightly nicked by the blade in his haste. He ignored the pain.

He looked at the unconscious Knights, their chests rising and falling.

…He was telling the truth.

Some were seriously injured, but they were alive. They’d recover with proper treatment.

A chill ran down his spine.

‘He… he spared them? In that chaos?’

It was far more difficult to incapacitate someone than to kill them, especially trained Knights. Yor had been holding back.

He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved by Yor’s mercy, or terrified by his power.

Yor, mistaking his silence for hesitation, continued.

“And if you don’t rescind the decree, if you keep sending subjugation forces, I’ll be so sad that I’ll become a Demon Lord. And then I’ll destroy your Empire.”

“…”

“And Demon Lords are much stronger. Can you even stop me?”

“…You’re nothing compared to the First Knight Commander.”

“Then let your precious Knights try to stop me. It will be a bloodbath.”

“…”

A blatant threat. But he couldn’t ignore it.

It could happen. They’d been defeated by a single Carrier.

And if that Carrier became a Demon Lord…?

They might not be able to stop him. And even if they did, the cost would be immense.

And they couldn’t afford that. Not with the looming threat of more demons. If the Empire was weakened, they wouldn’t be able to defend against future incursions.

The thought was terrifying.

Yor continued.

“And honestly…”

But this wasn’t a threat.

“I don’t want to cause that much chaos. Killing people gives me nightmares. And I’ve always been… peaceful. I’ve lived a quiet life in the forest, harming no one. I’ve never wanted to become a Demon Lord, and I won’t, if you just… acknowledge me.”

Just acknowledge me.

It wasn’t a demand, it was a plea.

And he sounded… human. Not the monstrous psychopath Reilly had imagined.

Reilly thought about the consequences.

‘Dozens of reports to write… My pay will be docked, my reputation ruined. The otherworlders will spread the news of my surrender. I’ll be a laughingstock.’

The Emperor would be furious. But he wouldn’t be dismissed.

The Empire needed every Knight.

And the lives of his men, and the safety of the Empire…

The answer was clear.

“…We will retreat. And I will ask His Majesty to rescind the decree.”

He turned to his men.

“…All forces, tend to the wounded and retreat!”

“Yay!”

“We won!!!”

Cheers erupted from the otherworlders on Yor’s side.

The Knights looked dejected.

Yor smiled, a predatory grin, and taunted them.

“You should be grateful. You get to live. Enjoy the rest of your lives.”

He made a crude gesture with his hands. A circle with one hand, a finger thrusting in and out with the other.

Reilly’s fists clenched. He almost attacked.

He turned and led his knights out of the forest, his steps heavy.

“Yay!!!”

Cheers echoed through the forest.

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