Sweeping Everything Away with a Counter Attack Power of 10,000,000,000 Chapter 80

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Grind.

Berkan had to acknowledge that he had submitted to Yuma.

And he had to acknowledge his own complacency.

“…Semut.”

He needed to give proper punishment to the one who dared to execute a strategy to make this species council his death ground.

Everyone in the conference hall watched as First Prince Berkan of the Lycantrope Kingdom Baukalak and the Lycantropes he led submitted to one human.

Brigitte, the Emperor of the Astes Empire, felt a shudder toward none other than Yuma while watching the entire situation.

It was clearly an unexpected situation that no one could have foreseen.

Who could have predicted the sudden situation of a dozen Lycantropes falling into a berserk state while leaking demonic energy?

Probably even Yuma, who first noticed it and killed one of them, hadn’t expected it at all.

He just had extremely quick judgment.

And he moved more boldly than anyone else.

He stepped forward first in that situation, dealt with the beings that became enemies, and seized control of the situation.

‘Yuma… what exactly are you.’

Whether it was planned or not, it was remarkable.

‘Ha.’

Emperor.

At this moment, who is truly worthy of being Emperor?

If others were asked to choose between Brigitte herself and Yuma, who would they choose?

Right now, the difference in level is too clear.

Naturally, anyone would choose Yuma.

‘…Proof.’

Perfectly blocking the demon realm’s invasion that would soon occur.

Brigitte collected herself after her amazement.

She couldn’t let the atmosphere that Yuma had seized slip away.

However, before that, she wanted to check on Yuma’s physical condition.

“Yuma, are you alright?”

Brigitte sat next to Yuma.

“No problem.”

Whoosh…

The sound of branches swaying in the wind echoed through the circular sacred ground.

Suddenly, strong winds began adding to the already cold air.

Brigitte had already received and wrapped a muffler from her attending knight, but Yuma was only wearing a coat.

“Yuma, aren’t you cold?”

Brigitte’s blue eyes met Yuma’s blue eyes.

“Yes, it has gotten a bit chilly.”

Yuma slowly nodded.

Then he opened his spatial pocket. What Yuma took out was a muffler.

A deep purple muffler.

It was the scarf that Bell had bought for Yuma on the day they walked around the imperial capital together.

When he wrapped it around his neck, the cold that had settled in his body definitely eased a bit.

Brigitte’s eyes widened round.

“That muffler is…?”

“Bell bought it for me.”

Brigitte looked at that scarf with a subtle gaze.

“Oh, Bell did… it suits you quite well.”

Brigitte received something from her attendant.

It was a blanket.

And she placed it on Yuma’s knees.

Although the muffler seemed sufficient, she felt a strange urge to place one of her own things on him as well.

“Good! Now you won’t catch a cold!”

Brigitte nodded her head greatly.

Yuma, not understanding Brigitte’s emotional circuit, nodded slightly.

“…Yes, that won’t happen.”

For Yuma, rather than a cold, the bigger problem was that he was starting to feel sleepy.

Slash!

Bell swung her sword to shake off the Lycantrope’s blood.

‘…I was startled for a moment.’

For an instant.

Bell’s body had frozen in that instant moment when the Lycantropes suddenly fell into a berserk state.

Yuma didn’t freeze even in that instant and stepped forward.

‘I mustn’t make such mistakes anymore.’

Instant judgment.

The battlefield was where a single mistake could decide everything.

The demon realm’s invasion that would soon occur.

Bell resolved to forge herself like tempering a blade.

She just had to keep moving forward.

After all, the ideal she aspired to was already standing there clearly.

Bell looked at that person.

He was wearing the deep purple muffler she had bought him.

Grin.

A satisfied smile formed on Bell’s lips.

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Yuma looked at Elf Ischeria.

Ischeria’s shoulders trembled slightly at Yuma staring intently at him.

“Pay your debt.”

Ischeria’s green pupils widened round.

“H-how would you like me to pay…?”

Ischeria’s tone had become quite polite, having been overwhelmed by Yuma after seeing his display of force and his manner of dealing with Berkan, the Lycantrope representative.

“A mount.”

Yuma had already decided in his mind what compensation to receive from the Elves in exchange for their lives.

“One that can fly through the sky would be good.”

The demon tribes invading from the demon realm would surely tear through space near the sky to emerge.

Being in the sky would be the best way to face them first.

Ischeria couldn’t hide his bewildered expression.

“S-suddenly asking for a mount…”

As Ischeria was at a loss with furrowed brows, High Elf Luinerif beside her let out a deep sigh.

Then, with green hair fluttering, he approached Yuma.

“A griffin.”

He said while looking at Yuma.

“As payment for protecting Ischeria and other Elves, we’ll give you a griffin. The griffin, which only High Elves can lead. Whether you can tame the griffin or not will be up to you, Grand Duke.”

Griffin.

A being boasting an eagle’s head and wings, with a lion’s body.

“Since the griffin is in our home country, we’ll send a High Elf to deliver one griffin after you return to the Empire.”

At the appearance of the legendary flying creature, Yuma slowly nodded.

“I understand.”

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Yuma, who had secured a griffin, the High Elves’ exclusive mount, as payment for the Elves’ lives.

Yuma carefully examined the other species.

The only notable species left were the Dwarves.

The beings called ‘The Race of Struggle and Forging’ in the game Loop Blood.

That was the Dwarves.

The Dwarves of this world probably weren’t much different in that aspect.

Step

Yuma approached the Dwarves.

The Dwarves, synonymous with little people, shrank at Yuma’s approach.

There was no clear fear.

After all, there were no weak beings among the Dwarves who would feel fear just from Yuma’s presence.

However, Yuma’s recent actions and his achievements until now, including what he had just done, gave them intense pressure.

“Are you the renowned Dwarf blacksmiths?”

Yuma bent down to look at the Dwarves.

The Dwarves who were slightly different from those on the left who clearly gave off the aura of strong warriors.

“…Yes.”

They were Dwarves holding forging hammers rather than combat hammers, wearing workshop aprons over their tops.

Yuma recalled the items he needed.

Nothing came to mind immediately.

Balmung, being close to a holy sword as an ego sword, wouldn’t lose durability.

Among his famous swords, he also had [Requiem] which he hadn’t used even once since receiving it from Luke, the chief of the White Night tribe.

‘Ah.’

Yuma recalled two items that needed changing.

‘The gauntlet and buckler.’

The gauntlet and small shield.

Those two items he had bought in Pineon’s territory before arriving at the White Night tribe’s land.

Those two weren’t of very good quality.

Rip!

The spatial pocket opened.

Yuma took out the gauntlet and buckler from it.

Yuma unhesitatingly held out those two items to the Dwarves.

Tak

The silver gauntlet, [Storm].

And the small shield, [Cold Buckler].

The two Dwarves who received these two items widened their eyes.

“…What is this, Grand Duke Yuma. Why have you given these?”

Yuma continued speaking while still matching eye level with the Dwarves.

“Evaluate those items objectively.”

The two Dwarves tilted their heads at Yuma’s sudden proposal and examined the two items.

Unable to guess Yuma’s intentions at all, the Dwarves even used magnifying glass artifacts to examine Storm and Cold Buckler.

However, they didn’t seem like particularly useful items no matter how they looked at them.

The Dwarf spoke with difficulty.

“Umm… Grand Duke, if I may be bold.”

Warrior God Yuma.

They were deeply concerned about possibly disparaging items handed over by someone known by that name throughout the continent.

Yuma opened his mouth.

“They’re quite poor.”

“Huh?”

The Dwarf’s eyes widened round.

Yuma felt the need to rephrase his words so people here would understand.

“The items’ condition isn’t very good. Even more so to master craftsmen like yourselves.”

The two Dwarves kept nodding.

“That’s right. Considering it’s human craftsmanship, we could call them passable items, but in our Dwarven eyes… they are indeed inadequate.”

Yuma smiled faintly at the Dwarf speaking as he intended.

“Right. I think you could quickly make these into proper items.”

“??”

The two Dwarves’ eyes grew wide in surprise.

‘What is this human saying?’

To remake these items forged in human methods in their own way, they would have to completely melt them down first.

It was saying something impossible.

“Is it impossible?”

Yuma asked subtly.

“If it’s impossible, I’d like to see similar items that you’ve made. I’d like to broaden my perspective.”

‘…Hohoho.’

The two Dwarves finally realized Yuma’s dark intentions.

The two Dwarves nodded at each other and each opened their spatial pockets to take out one item.

“…These are gifts. Please take them. We’d like you to think of them as expressions of gratitude for protecting the peace of this council.”

Clank─

Yuma received two items.

The white small shield, [Luminous].

The dark red gauntlet, [Blood Contract].

“Thank you. I won’t forget your kindness.”

Two B-grade items had instantly transformed into SS-grade items!

Michael, Emperor Brigitte’s direct guard knight who happened to witness this series of events, felt a drop of sweat run down his blonde hair.

His mouth twisted involuntarily from disbelief.

‘…This is nothing short of alchemy.’

Yuma’s eccentric behavior didn’t stop there.

Yuma spoke while looking at Michael.

“Ask the knights if there are any members whose swords are in poor condition.”

Then he looked back at the Dwarves.

“You can do simple repairs now, right? As fellow allies.”

The mouths of the two Dwarves who had just had their items taken by Yuma, and the Dwarves behind them, fell open.

‘He’s an evil spirit…!’

‘This is an evil spirit!’

Evil spirits weren’t only in the demon realm.

An evil spirit seeking extreme profit was right before their eyes.

But they couldn’t voice those thoughts.

Because this evil spirit wasn’t ordinarily strong.

“…Th-then. Of course. We can do simple repairs now. Since we’re allies. Hahahahaha!”

Before Yuma, the Dwarves who were rarely kind except to Elves became very kind.

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