Becoming a Hunter in a Dark Fantasy - Chapter 139



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Episode 139: The Undefeated Moroccan (1)

“Wow, wow~! Ahahaha!”

The first person to get lucky was the host.

“The challenger showed off his amazing skills! This time, he defeated the monster with just one blow~! It’s no exaggeration to say that he’s a super rookie~!”

Even he was clearly surprised when he saw him sweating profusely.

The host’s professional spirit was evident as he spoke at a rapid pace as if his tongue was greased.

“Now! You’ve waited a long time! Now is the time everyone has been waiting for… …! It’s time for the strongest gladiator to showdown with the challenger!”

But before the host could even begin to describe the strongest gladiator and further enthuse the audience.

“Gmaaaaan!”

Kwaaaaang!

Something huge fell from the sky. Dust rose from the stadium floor.

In the meantime, a tall man who seemed to be at least 2 meters tall stood up.

“Ah, I can’t stand it anymore… …! Waiting is hell.”

The undefeated Moroccan.

He appeared on the stadium.

“You’re strong, aren’t you?”

Wildly grown out dark purple hair. His muscles, as strong as steel, were covered in scars.

‘… … A martial artist. And one of considerable skill.’

For a martial artist whose body was both a weapon and an asset, the scars left on his body were remnants of victory.

Proof that you fought and survived.

“Fight me!”

Moroccan, who shouted so loudly that it echoed throughout the stadium, laughed from ear to ear.

There seemed to be a sense of anticipation in every step he took as he strode towards Elwin.

A spirit of speculation rippled through his body. Elwin instinctively recognized it when he saw it.

‘They are of the same kind.’

Moroccan, like Elwyn, was the type who got joy from battle and the pleasure of being alive.

Normally, I might have liked it.

Even in a world ruled by monsters, it was rare to find someone of the same type who truly enjoyed fighting.

Even if they met as enemies, they might not have ended it with a single blow, but rather spent a considerable amount of time dealing with it.

“……under.”

But today.

… … No, no. The person in front of me. His identity.

“Disgusting.”

A voice mixed with hatred and resentment.

Stop.

The cheerful footsteps that had been approaching stopped. Moroccan’s turquoise eyes carefully examined the ‘challenger’s’ face.

I thought maybe he was someone I had a connection with in the past.

The first thing that catches your eye is that characteristic blonde hair. It’s a color that’s so striking that once you see it, it’s hard to forget.

I can’t be sure because I can’t see his face because of the mask, but his appearance, his attitude, his aura… they’re all those of someone of noble birth.

Moroccan slowly recalled his memories.

‘Hmm! I guess this is my first time seeing you.’

Moroccan could confidently say that he was not related to such a noble young man.

A life at the bottom from birth.

A child sold into slavery at the Colosseum in Goddard in the past. The parents who gave birth to him are unknown.

‘I was able to live like a human being after meeting ‘Eldark’ during my childhood… … .’

There was a world of difference between a brief moment of sunshine in a life at the bottom and being born into noble blood.

Moroccan, lost in thought for a moment, scratched his head.

‘… … Wait a minute. Why am I having such a headache?’

Other people’s circumstances or past?

I didn’t know anything about that.

All that matters to Moroccan is that he finally has someone to fight with passion.

“Fight me, challenger!”

‘If you hesitate, I’ll attack first!’

… … was about to open his mouth to say that. The challenger, a blond young man, struck the player.

Phew.

“… … !”

In a split second, before you can even blink.

He reached the Moroccan’s nose. Then his fist extended like an island.

A simple shout. It wasn’t an attack with any technical skill or magical power.

‘What kind of power is this… …!’

The moment I was hit directly in the abdomen, I instinctively twisted my body to minimize the impact.

Still, the power that hit me hard was incredible.

Moroccan’s body was blown away and landed on the other side of the stadium.

Kwaaaaang!

“Cough!”

He hit the wall and vomited blood, twisting one arm and one leg in a bizarre way.

“Haha! What kind of strength do you have?”

The gaze of the challenger staring intently in this direction.

He was quite large and didn’t seem like a sloppy guy.

But even though he seemed to be born with weak muscles, the power contained in his fists was no joke.

“Huh, isn’t that a bit much?”

I thought it was strange from the beginning.

The sensation was faint, but my intuition was quickly sounding the alarm that the guy was in danger.

“Now you see, you bastard… … .”

A man of incredible skill who defeated five monsters with a single stroke of his sword and easily cornered him.

The owner of delicate, if not sharp, magical control.

A natural, hunter-like movement that seems to come naturally to one’s body.

There was a common word in the world to refer to such people.

“You’re a hunter!”

I felt like I had to be serious from now on.

Phew!

Moroccan spat out the blood that was rising up in his throat onto the ground.

And he smiled, showing his teeth. A grotesque smile, showing teeth stained with red blood.

“Yes! The best part of fighting is the taste of blood!”

The Moroccan twisted his neck from side to side. There was a creaking sound as his bones met.

It sounds like oiling a rusty machine.

“Bone recovery.”

Then, surprisingly, Moroccan’s twisted arms and legs returned to their original state.

Chaaang-

His entire body was covered with ‘bones’ rather than muscle or skin.

“This is my ability. Strengthening the body through bones! And… … .”

“Super-fast regenerative power and defensive power due to the protection of fairies, and strong resistance to all natural attributes.”

Elwin cut Moroccan off mid-sentence and continued.

“… … How do you know that?”

Then Moroccan’s face hardened terribly. It wasn’t because Elwin knew his information.

From the moment Elwin mentioned ‘fairies’, Moroccan’s complexion changed.

“Everyone knows that.”

“… … I never thought that the interesting challenger I met after a long time would be my stalker.”

“A stalker? Even if it was a provocation, it’s unpleasant to be called such a lowly person.”

An explosive magical power emanated from Elwin’s entire body.

The floor of the stadium he stepped on melted and shattered under the violent force.

“I am an avenger who has come to kill you.”

It was a kind of declaration.

I even felt a sense of liberation, as if something that had been suppressed for a long time had been released.

“… …Who are you?”

Only then did Moroccan ask.

It wasn’t simply a question about the suspicious identity of Elwin.

A deeper abyss. Perhaps it was Moroccan, asking about a grudge he might have forgotten.

“You don’t know me? … … Oh, is it because I’m wearing a mask right now?”

Elwin asked himself questions as if he was talking to himself. His voice was somewhat absent-minded.

“If I see your face, will I remember you?”

Bam.

Elwin’s mask has been removed.

Moroccan, who had been staring at her for a long time, slowly shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

As initially thought, Moroccan had no memory of the interest.

It was our first meeting. I could say that for sure.

“I’m not very smart, but I never forget the memories of strong people I’ve met in my life. If I had met someone as strong as you, I would have definitely remembered.”

But his blue eyes widened as if his words were shocking.

“Ha, haha! I expected that to happen, but… … Really, I don’t recognize you.”

Elwin lowered his head and laughed. Then he started muttering something softly.

“Eastern Continent, southernmost Rauk region. Mauli Village.”

Flash.

Elwin suddenly raised his head.

The blackened, dead eyes turn towards Moroccan.

“You were definitely there at that time. I remember it clearly. I haven’t forgotten it even for a single moment.”

“… … .”

“For the past ten years. Continuously, continuously… …I’ve been constantly reflecting on it. So that I don’t forget anything.”

The dilated eyes were so vivid like a nightmare in the middle of the night that Moroccan flinched without realizing it.

“You were standing in front of a burning mansion with your fucking family.”

“… … !!”

“Familia.”

At that moment, a memory flashed through Moroccan’s mind.

The memory of that day that was buried deep inside and forgotten… … .

‘father.’

Boss of Familia. Codename: Zero.

It was the day of the emergency summons from the man who was the ‘father’ of all the Familia members.

It was an unusual occurrence.

-What’s going on? Father called us all.

Moroccan wasn’t in a very good mood that day.

He had lived his whole life thirsting for blood and battles in the Colosseum, but he lost his home in an instant due to the foolish decision of the foolish King Goddard.

As I was muttering with my mouth open, a small blast of warmth came from next to me.

-Eldark?

-Shh, baby.

The precious fairy of Morocco. She nodded slightly with an anxious face.

Now that I think about it, Eldark was scared.

The target is probably… … ‘father’.

-Today, just today, you must not throw a tantrum. Be a good child.

I didn’t quite understand why it had to be that way.

But Moroccan complied, because his fairy told him to.

-… … .

-… … .

-… … .

I felt uncomfortable the whole time as ‘Father’ and the top executives gathered together and headed somewhere.

Since the executive team was made up of people with unique personalities, it was always bustling whenever everyone gathered together.

At that moment, no sound could be heard. The air seemed heavy.

Eventually we arrived at a small village. I don’t know the name.

-How could you betray me!!! How could you… …!!!!

-Enoch Roger!!!!!!

The angry scream of ‘Father’. A voice full of betrayal. A loud noise of something exploding and being destroyed.

and…….

Whoosh! Whoosh!

It burned. Everything was covered in fire and disappeared.

-I will get revenge.

Inside the burning mansion. No business with the dead.

Just as he was about to turn his back and leave, a young voice stopped him in his tracks.

-When I grow up, I will definitely become strong… …and I will definitely get revenge.

-… … .

-I will never forgive you for taking Noel away from me.

The voice that muttered curses while swallowing flowing tears was eerie at first glance.

-I’ll kill you all!!!

A chilling sensation occurred.

Instinct tells me that if I don’t kill you here and now, it will come back to haunt me.

But the moment I looked back, the blond boy had disappeared without a trace.

As if it were a dream of falling at dawn.

“You really don’t remember?”

At those words, Moroccan’s mind, which had been swimming in the past, returned to reality.

The blond boy who had been glaring at me with his eyes wide open suddenly overlapped with the blond young man in front of me.

The look in their eyes is the same. How did I not know this?

“Is that you?”

That kid back then.

“Did you finally remember?”

“Oh, that’s right! Even though he’s so small and young, he’s the first kid I’ve ever seen who kept glaring at us!”

Moroccan laughed heartily, “Hahaha.”

“That little brat from back then has grown so big and strong. How time flies!”

And just as the ominous foreboding of that time had suggested, the blond boy returned as a huge disaster.

“So now you understand? What I’m trying to do.”

“Are you trying to avenge your father?”

“… …Noel is nothing to me.”

“hmm?”

Noel Halo Kryger.

He was the benefactor who saved Elwin, the first adult who treated him with affection, and the first teacher who gave him guidance in life.

-Elwin, do you want to be my son?

-I would be really happy if you became my family.

He was the one who could have possibly been each other’s only family.

“That person could have been anything to me.”

You have robbed me of that chance forever.

“What I will do from now on, and what you will be subjected to from now on, is ridicule and abuse.”

Elwin said as if spitting out something.

A frosty light appeared in his blue eyes.

“Nothing more, nothing less.”

It was the beginning of a great revenge.