Popular NPC in a Gender-Reversed Game – Chapter 38

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I was terrified.

Not the fear of something I understood, or even something I could imagine.

This was the incomprehensible dread of the unknown. Something darker than the abyss, more insane than madness itself, stood right before me.

‘…What is that?’

I thought, my hands trembling.

Had I just said he didn’t look like a demon?

No, he was a demon, more than anything. To think he hid such a horrifying mind behind such an ordinary appearance!

A chill ran down my spine, and cold sweat dripped from my hands and feet.

To dispel my fear, I deliberately spoke to him harshly.

“As expected of a demon, your tastes are truly depraved.”

“Oh dear… you seem to have a closed mind. I hear human lifespans are finite, shouldn’t you try to experience as much as possible?”

I didn’t want to include that kind of experience in my life.

He continued while I was frowning,

“And I’m not strictly into men. I appreciate anyone charming, regardless of gender. Isn’t joy doubled when shared?”

“…Seere.”

So he was saying anything was fine as long as it was pleasurable?

“You are a being that should not exist.”

As expected of a demon, he seemed to have no regard for ethics or morality.

I was appalled by his depravity.

“Come on, try it. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Instead of answering, I flipped him off.

“…That’s a shame.”

His face hardened slightly.

“Then I have no choice but to show you by force. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

He lunged at me.

I cursed and raised my dagger again.

“Son of a bitch…!”

If I lost, I’d be… violated!

The terrifying thought spurred me to get serious.

I dodged his incoming hand and immediately launched a kick.

I didn’t forget to circulate mana throughout my body to enhance my physical abilities. Mana invigorated the robust body granted by my demon blood.

My tensed muscles relaxed, and immense energy surged from my foot.

He managed to block it this time.

Thwack-!

“Ugh…?”

But he was pushed back.

It felt like kicking steel, but this time, I definitely dealt some damage.

Even demons weren’t invincible.

I cheered internally.

Yes! I could protect my rear end with this!

As I was thinking that, I heard his voice from across from me.

“…Impressive.”

His voice was filled with admiration, but his expression remained calm.

He was still relaxed.

I charged at him again to break his composure.

I reversed my grip on the dagger and thrust it towards his chest. Faint sword qi flickered at the tip of the blade.

It was a sharp and threatening attack.

But he didn’t dodge, even when the blade was right in front of him. His gentle smile only deepened, as if he was plotting something.

‘?’

I felt a sense of unease, but it was too late. Or rather, who could have predicted what would happen next?

Whoosh-

My dagger, which had been flying straight towards him, suddenly vanished.

As if it had teleported, my dagger was now in Seere’s hand.

He swung the stolen dagger down and said,

“You cannot rely on weapons against me.”

“…!”

I quickly dodged.

But it wasn’t easy to change direction mid-charge.

I ended up with a minor injury.

Slice-

The dagger grazed my forearm, drawing blood. The wound itself wasn’t a big deal. It would regenerate quickly.

The problem was his reaction to the regeneration.

“Oh?”

Seere’s eyes widened as he saw the wound heal at an abnormal speed.

“You… You’re a Carrier?”

“Sigh…”

As expected of a demon, he had an incredible sense for demonic energy.

“The demonic energy you exude is quite potent. Tell me, child, who is the source of your blood? Baal? Morax? Gamigin? Whoever it is, they must be quite powerful.”

“I’d like to know that myself.”

If I knew, I would have gone after them myself.

“You’ve piqued my interest even more. I must take you with me.”

He used his ability again.

A sword suddenly appeared in his other hand. It was a standard longsword carried by guards.

I made a guess.

‘He can summon objects from somewhere.’

It was a troublesome ability, especially against me.

I relied on switching weapons during combat. Being unable to use weapons was a huge disadvantage.

I wasn’t wearing any armor, and my body wasn’t as hard as steel.

“Run!”

Ha-neul’s desperate cry reached my ears again.

He was strong and tricky. He would be a disaster for adventurers who relied on weapons.

But should I run? Should I leave him, now that he knew I was a Carrier?

‘…No.’

I couldn’t do that.

I had to at least land a proper hit on that face.

“Actually, I’ve been holding back.”

Honestly, fighting while perfectly dodging every attack wasn’t my style.

I had been careful to avoid revealing any clues about my demon blood, but… now that he knew, it didn’t matter.

I had an amazing regeneration ability. Why should I bother with a no-hit clear?

It would be more intimidating to fight while taking some hits.

Swish!

His sword came slashing down.

He was aiming for my limbs, not my neck. He was trying to capture me alive.

I didn’t dodge. Instead, I moved closer to him.

Slice-!

My shoulder was sliced open, and blood spurted out. I couldn’t avoid the injury, but I minimized the damage by moving closer.

I could see his exposed flank as he finished his attack.

He looked surprised.

“What?”

Sacrifice flesh to gain an advantage. Or rather, even if I had to sacrifice bone, it didn’t matter.

In the end, I would be the one who benefited, thanks to my regeneration. Trading blows was my strategy. Attacking instead of dodging was my path to victory.

I gathered mana in my fist instead of drawing my sword. My body was strengthened, and a tough barrier formed over my skin.

Then, I punched him in the side without hesitation.

“Ugh…!”

A pained groan escaped his lips for the first time.

The fight continued in a similar fashion.

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Seere, the 70th Great Demon, was experiencing a rare moment of confusion.

He was being pushed back by a single human, not an army.

Thwack-! Thwack-! Bam-!

Every time his opponent’s fists and feet landed, Seere was forced to retreat.

Each blow wasn’t particularly powerful, but it was enough to damage him.

Seere desperately swung his sword, trying to shake him off, but it wasn’t easy.

His opponent was relentlessly attacking, regardless of his injuries.

‘He’s incredibly aggressive.’

Yor’s body was covered in minor cuts, but they healed quickly.

‘…And sharp.’

He was skillfully avoiding any potentially fatal attacks.

Seere was getting frustrated.

His opponent wasn’t just blindly charging at him.

He was meticulously calculating the risks and rewards in the brief moments between their attacks.

Should he press forward? Or should he retreat?

Getting cut by the sword was a disadvantage, but closing the distance was worth the risk.

His opponent was making those judgments every single moment. It was an astonishingly calm and collected assessment of the situation.

What kind of battlefield had he crawled out of to be able to do this?

‘This is dangerous.’

He felt a sense of danger. He wasn’t at full power yet.

The cult had offered sacrifices to release his physical form, but much of his power was still sealed. It would take time to regain his full strength.

Even with his current strength, he was confident in his abilities, but… he hadn’t expected to encounter such a formidable human in this place.

And then it happened.

Yor lunged forward and grabbed both of his hands. This stopped Seere’s sword attacks, but it also restricted Yor’s movements.

What was he planning to do? Seere wondered.

He found out soon enough.

Yor tilted his head back and then slammed it forward with all his might.

Crack-!

A dull thud echoed through the air, accompanied by a spray of blood.

Blood from both Yor and Seere.

A headbutt was a mutually destructive attack that damaged both the attacker and the target. And Yor had executed it without hesitation.

“Ugh! You brute…!”

Blood streamed from Seere’s nose.

A throbbing pain spread from the center of his face. His vision swam, and he felt dizzy.

His opponent must be feeling the same, but Yor was grinning.

He muttered, wiping the blood from his forehead,

“Serves you right, you gay bastard.”

Seere was speechless.

‘This guy is completely insane.’

This was truly dangerous. Seere had a rather unseemly thought, unbefitting of a Great Demon.

‘…I have to retreat.’

If he stayed here, he might actually be destroyed. He had just been resurrected. He couldn’t be sent back to hell so soon.

But how could he escape?

His opponent looked like he would chase him to the ends of the earth.

Could he reach the cult members in the back alley…? He felt a surge of anxiety.

As he was trying to figure out how to escape…

A voice suddenly called out from the entrance of the slum.

“Halt! Where is the demon?!”

Dozens of humans clad in full plate armor.

“Hmm?”

Knights.

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