Chapter 225
Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius
Episode 225
Even the moonlight was covered by clouds, making the entire world dark.
In the darkness of the barbarian territory, where it was impossible to see even an inch without a fire, there was only one bonfire.
Even that was used only for the chieftain.
The air that was warm in the morning becomes bone-chillingly cold at night.
Despite this, the barbarians showed no complaints about not having access to fire.
Rather, they lay down casually on the dirt floor and slept, their bare skin exposed.
A night so deep that even barbarians fall asleep.
Rustling â I stepped forward carefully, stepping on the grass.
Swish. They did not speak, but only communicated through hand gestures and facial expressions.
Rangers decked out in black scatter in all directions.
They melted into the darkness and entered the camp of the barbarians.
Perhaps because there were no additional torches or bonfires lit, sneaking in was not very difficult.
âHmmâ¦.â
âMeat meat is deliciousâ¦.â
Murderousness lingers in the eyes of the rangers as they glance at the barbarians talking in their sleep.
I want to kill him.
Their enemy is before their eyes.
If you hold a sword, if you use memorization, you can kill someone as long as you stretch out your hand.
It was a great temptation.
There werenât many opportunities to encounter barbarians who were caught off guard like this.
Although they were stupid, they were clever in battle.
So it was difficult to deal with, but this can be said to be an advantage of war.
You can unintentionally catch them off guard.
âWhere is the chieftainâs hut?â
When I entered the barbarian territory with the rangers, I immediately looked for the chieftain.
The purpose of our coming here is solely for the Chief, not to deal with other barbarians.
If you mess with them for no reason, all the barbarians will wake up and you will be in trouble.
The rangers knew that too, so they suppressed their anger and moved to avoid the barbarians.
If they couldnât hold back their anger and rushed in, things would have gone wrong.
Fortunately, they had a good grasp of the situation.
I canât let my hands ruin the time theyâve been longing for.
Feeling a little relieved, I quickly infiltrated the inside.
He holds the highest and most important position among the barbarians.
Of course, it was clear that the place he was staying was also in the center.
And the expectations were not far off.
âThe only place where there is light.â
I looked straight ahead in the darkness, where the light from the campfire did not reach.
The only bonfire that was lit was warming only one hut.
A hut that is twice as large as the other huts and is covered in monster skin, making it even more terrifying than it looks.
It did not occur to me that there were other savages.
If my senses were not abnormal, this creepy feeling in the hut was definitely the chiefâs.
âI found it. There is a chief here.â
Rangers spread out around the area were called together.
âYou can put it on at the same time when you give the signal.â
âAll right.â
âYou must have sprayed enough, right?â
âof course. It was spread very evenly.â
âOnce you start, they wonât even be able to chase you.â
âokay. Thank you for your effort And I hope you do well.â
âGood luck.â
The rangers all placed their fists on their chests and lowered their heads.
They scatter.
In front of the chiefâs hut where everyone had left, I took a deep breath.
acting as bait.
This was my role in this mission.
It was a mission with the most dangerous difficulty level compared to any other mission.
Because we have to use bait against the chieftain.
âBut the good news is that Iâm not alone.â
Reems is with me.
Rather, moving with the rangers becomes a limitation for me.
If he is with the Rangers, Riems will not be able to perform properly.
But if thatâs not the case, the story is different.
âItâs hard to not be able to do even one thing with the help of a dragon.â
Grab the name and pull it out.
The blade sparkles in the bonfire. I can feel the rangers watching me from their designated places.
When I give the signal, they will fire all at once.
Especially where they have necessities like food.
The savages wonât even bother me to put out the fire.
Even if you pay attention, the rangers will attract your attention.
So I just have to do my job.
Is it because Iâm holding a piece of cotton in my hand?
My heart, which had been pounding so hard, calms down.
-Going in?
Riems speaks to me.
I walked away, even forgetting to answer.
âI am Mahol. Assassin King. I am the shadow and the darkness.â
I canât tell you how fortunate I am that I donât just have a talent for swordsmanship.
The acting talent of being able to perfectly recreate a character played a significant role in allowing me to play the role of bait.
Of all the people here, I had the best chance of acting as bait.
Go inside the hut.
The sound I make as I move is drowned out by the sound of the wind.
It is a magic hole that deceives the masterâs spirit.
Now that Iâm recreating him so perfectly, itâs hard to feel myself, no matter how much of a patriarch he is.
Of course, it will be different if it falls within a certain range.
ââ¦.â
The chief is seen.
The chieftain is sitting as if lying down on a large chair.
I donât know if itâs small or not sleeping.
Even though his eyes were closed, there was no sleep talking or anything.
Look around.
There was nothing that could be called a weapon.
Are they not using weapons?
Actually, considering his incredible strength, the chiefâs body itself was a weapon.
I took a step.
He approached the chief without any sound or sign.
What should I do now?
I have only one mission.
To lure the chief to the designated location, the canyon.
To do that, I have to do something now.
âIâm shaking.â
Even if I just quietly close my eyes, I feel intimidated.
After all, this is the best way to wake someone up.
Holding ignorance brings forth life.
ââ¦hmm.â
If you are an Auror user or even an ordinary knight, you will wake up reflexively when you feel the need to live.
No, even if you are not a knight, if you are someone who walks the path of nothingness, you cannot help but be sensitive to life.
They were like walking on blades.
Because they are running on the edge of a cliff, they react sensitively to survival.
But the chief had nothing like that.
His face is calm, whether he feels alive or not.
âThey are very bold people.â
He scratches his stomach with a calm look on his face.
He yawned as if I was no threat to him.
âArenât you going to attack me?â
I aimed my name at him who was shaking his hand.
He looked at Unknown and his eyes sparkled.
âOh⦠thatâs a nice sword. I want it.â
He licks his lips as he scans the name.
Greed shines in his eyes, as if looking at a desirable treasure.
âTam me? Then take it.â
I provoked him.
The only way I could lure him was by provoking him.
âwhat? If I step forward, you will die. âBecause youâre weaker than me.â
âHow do you know Iâm weak? Are your eyes a combat power gauge? âCan you tell just by looking at it?â
âYouâd better not provoke me too much.â
âWhy are you provoking something so stupid? And whatâs wrong with the tail of your clothes? âItâs so ugly to look at.â
âHa⦠Looks like you want to die.â
Shrug your shoulders.
The chief slaps his back and glares at me.
I took the bait.
âThen why are you covering your chest? The others are like that too, but I donât quite understand it. Itâs as if youâre trying to hide your own shame from others. Oh, I guess thatâs it. Donât you stop? Or is it small? âIs that why youâre turning peopleâs attention to your body?â
ââ¦You crazy bastard.â
The chief growls.
The chiefâs murderous spirit fills the hut.
If it had been anyone else, I would have recoiled from the feeling of death, but I, who had felt even more death than that, opened my mouth without any hesitation.
âIf the exposure was that good, it was all the way down. Oh right. You said you were not confident. Thatâs pitiful. âWell, even though heâs the chieftain, he doesnât have a single woman around.â
The signal was that he clicked his tongue and shook his head pitifully.
The chiefâs face turned red and he crouched down and ran away like a tiger.
His fist passes my face like a tigerâs paw.
Kwajangchang! The membrane that vaguely surrounded my body breaks.
âHuh⦠fuck.â
My face feels sore. It looks like the skin on my face was torn by the wind pressure of my fist.
I feel a sense of crisis. An alarm bell rings in my head.
He shouts that it is dangerous and that he could die.
-Dangerous! Run away!
Riems shouts.
Liems clearly put a protective shield on me before I came here.
But that protective shield shattered with a single punch.
It was a protective shield cast by a dragon.
No matter how much it is called a hatchling, it is still a dragon.
Even if you canât do it, it would be equivalent to the strength of the barrier deployed by the 6th circle wizard, so you can destroy it so casually.
How on earth did this superpower come to be?
âI donât know what trick youâre doing, but youâre going to die!â
Feeling the broken shield in my hand, he distorted his face and lunged at me, swinging his fist.
He lifted Mu-myeong and released his fist.
I tried to pour it out.
Quaaaang! I thought it was definitely spilled, but before I knew it, my body tore through the hut and flew out.
sick. I think my wrist and ribs were broken.
I exerted my strength, but this kind of destructive power.
After all, the Master is a monster you donât want to deal with.
I see the chief chasing after me.
I turned and ran away.
âIf I get caught, I will kill you!â
The chief chases after me at breakneck speed.
It is following my speed thanks to Riemsâ Haste magic.
I gritted my teeth and ran out, pointing Mu-myeong downwards.
Kagagak â Drawn the land. Sparks fly.
The chief shouts from behind, asking what kind of trick this is.
I ignored it and swung Mu-myeong upward.
Sparks flying in all directions fall on a place where there was particularly stagnant water.
Itâs not water.
Rumbling â What I thought was water turned out to be oil, and when the oil caught fire, the fire spread through the oil in all directions.
The rangers had properly performed their given mission.
Normal oil has a foul smell, but the oil used here is odorless.
Because it had no smell, even the barbarians did not notice it.
Itâs expensive oil, costing as much as 10 gold per liter, but no sacrifice can be made to win the war.
âFire!â
âhot! âItâs on fire!â
The savages stand up in surprise and shout.
The barbarians approach the fire.
It was definitely a big fire, but it didnât burn the entire camp, and considering their numbers, it was easily extinguished.
If only I were alone.
âShoot!â
Rangers shoot arrows.
The arrowhead was surrounded by fire.
The rangersâ arrows fly and land throughout the barbarian camp.
The fire grew bigger and bigger.
The chieftain who was chasing me stopped for a moment.
Instead of taking advantage of that opportunity, I filled the cotton with aura and swung it towards the chieftain.
Wow â there wasnât a single scratch. I wasnât embarrassed even when he blocked the sword with his bare hands.
Because it was expected. The chief turns to me.
âWhat are you doing, little guy? Since the place is small, is the liver also small? âWhy canât you catch me? Thatâs why youâve lost confidence.â
âThis bastardâ¦!!â
The chief with rolling eyes follows me.
I ran a close race with the chief, fearing for my life.