The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor: Dad is a Legend - Chapter 16



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Moonlight Sculptor: Dad is a Legend (16)

wah wah!

It was the most beautiful cry Seo-yoon had ever heard in the world.

“How is the child… … .”

“oh my god.”

The female doctors and nurses who helped deliver my daughter were shocked.

Seo-yoon asked with difficulty despite the difficult 10-hour birth.

“What is wrong with the child…?”

It was a question I was afraid to even hear the answer to.

I was anxious even though I had monthly checkups before giving birth.

“It’s so pretty.”

“How can the eyes, nose, and lips be this pretty?”

Great genes overwhelmingly chose Seo-yoon over Lee-hyeon in terms of looks.

“Mom, Dad!”

Seo-yoon felt happy raising a cute little girl who resembled her from her childhood.

The world is vast, and technology is advancing, but she is Lee Hyeon and the young Da Ye.

The house where the three of us lived was so comfortable and nice.

There were also animals that lived in the yard together, such as the body guard and the half-seasoned and half-fried chicken.

‘But my body… … .’

Seo-yoon had been sick often since giving birth. And she felt her limbs gradually stiffening.

Lee Hyun and the AI ​​Versa quickly noticed that something was wrong with their health and diagnosed the illness through a thorough examination.

“It’s generally incurable, but there are ways to cure it.”

“What is it?”

“This is a superhuman project I received… … .”

Lee Hyun explained Dr. Yoo Byeong-jun’s superhuman project.

A bionic project created with the intention that his successor would be the best in every way.

Not only does it enhance physical abilities, but genetic manipulation also takes place.

“You will have a long sleep. And you will have many dreams… … You must have the will to live. Then you will be able to wake up.”

“I will do it.”

Seo-yoon chose without hesitation.

I wanted to live in a world where Hyun and my daughter were together.

I don’t know if it was the old days when I was lonely and alone, but I wanted to live happily with the three of us.

“Come back quickly.”

“Yeah, I’ll wake up soon.”

She lay on the operating table while listening to Lee Hyun’s cheering.

* * *

As the Superhuman Project began, Seo-yoon had many dreams.

“You’re so pretty… … How can you be that pretty?”

“They must have completely torn it all apart.”

“I heard there’s a lot of money at home.”

“He’s a conglomerate.”

“You have the looks and the money. Aren’t you treating us like insects?”

“You’re being treated like a bug. That’s why you don’t get along with us.”

The kids who would gossip behind Seo-yoon when she walked during her school days.

‘I will live.’

Seo-yoon endured loneliness at school.

It wasn’t difficult because I knew what happiness was.

* * *

“Kill them all!”

“Get rid of them all!”

Life as a Berserker on Royal Road.

When you see the enemy, fight and kill them.

I lived fighting to the point where I couldn’t think of anything.

I thought everyone I saw was my enemy, I lived alone, and yet I survived.

Because somewhere in my heart, I wanted to live.

“… … .”

I discovered statues while traveling around the continent of Versailles.

A statue of her smiling in the village of Baran.

Ice sculptures in Morata.

‘The statue my husband made for me… … .’

The dream was shattered in an instant, and all the memories with Lee Hyeon came back to me.

My heart, once empty of loneliness, was now filled with happiness.

* * *

Another dream.

Hyun Lee was playing in the yard with Daye, Mombosin, and Yangnyeom Ban Fried Chicken.

‘I’ll go back… … .’

As a wife, as a mother.

The desire to live together with two people.

Seeing them made me happy, and the time we spent together felt so precious.

“honey.”

But there was another woman beside them, not themselves.

Someone who lives as Lee Hyeon’s wife and Daye’s mother.

‘There is no place to return to.’

I lost my reason to live.

Seo-yoon fell into a deep sleep, not wanting to wake up from her painful dream.

* * *

“Those are dead bodies. You can never win.”

“Save me!”

An abandoned citadel, where the undead kill and eat the living.

The defeated soldiers lost their morale and were busy running away.

The defeated forces of the Ifrota Empire have lost their will to fight.

Since they were defeated soldiers, their morale wasn’t that high. However, this wasn’t very welcome news to Weed.

The problem wasn’t getting past the third stage of hell, but I wanted to kill everyone without exception, so it would have been difficult if there were any escapees.

“Go over there. Guard the entrance!”

He gave orders to the skeletons to block the gate.

The troops guarding the walls had been transformed into undead.

“You are a terribly evil wizard who manipulates corpses.”

The surviving remnants of the defeated army banded together and fought.

They are equipped with swords, shields, and spears, and even have formations, as befitting the elite soldiers of a military empire.

(Do you see the red energy flowing through the soldiers’ bodies?)

“Show me.”

The defeated soldiers were spreading red energy around them.

(They appear to be users of the cursed herb.)

“Cursed Herb?”

(Generally, it can be seen as a drug imbued with evil powers. It has the effect of reducing pain and greatly increasing strength and muscle mass.)

“They really are bad guys.”

Weed didn’t think it was his fault for using stimulants and learning the forbidden magic, the Abyssal Mirror.

As we go through life, there are people who lack confidence or who often have regrets.

There was no need to make life so difficult.

Anything I do is absolutely right, and the other person’s small mistake is very wrong!

What a great secret to mental health and peace of mind.

“Break it.”

Weed commanded the undead.

-Kuuuuuuu!

The morphed skeletons collide with the hordes of defeated soldiers, and the regular skeletons charge.

Skeletons running on broken legs and rumbling with their heads broken off showed tenacity in their survival.

“You can fight. Don’t back down!”

“There is nowhere for us to run. Let us trust our comrades and fight to the end.”

The defeated soldiers fought bravely, strengthening their will to fight.

And Weed cast a spell to silence them.

“Body explosion.”

The corpses shuddered, turned red, and burst with a loud noise.

An explosion so loud it shook the ground where the defeated soldiers had gathered, sending flying pieces of rock, dirt, and bone.

The last remaining remnants were elite, their armor was thick and their defenses were also high.

“Body explosion, body explosion, body explosion!”

The explosion of corpses continues.

Among the magicians’ ranged attack skills, the power of Corpse Explosion was ranked among the top.

There are limitations in that it requires a corpse and that the corpse is consumed, but its killing power is top-notch.

By using Corpse Explosion in succession, bones flew around and pierced the defeated soldiers.

Elite soldier Croker lost his life.

Suel, an informant for the Ram Kingdom, has lost his life.

Pattin, the heir to the Kingdom of Born, lost his life.

Fame increased by 560.

Level up.

Level up.

Level up.

… … .

The level went up as the defeated soldiers lost their lives all at once.

‘I see some weird guys mixed in the message.’

(It seems that there was a way to conquer it without using force, like the master.)

The defeated army consisted of several forces.

There was a route in the third stage of Hell that the challenger could study and take advantage of based on numerous challenges.

‘People didn’t know this?’

(The strategy for the extreme level, which is one level lower than Hell, has not been completed, and many challengers have lost their lives to the orcs.)

(Not many people have made it to the third level of hell.)

Even if there is a way to conquer it, it is difficult for the defeated soldiers to approach the ruined fortress.

‘In my time, there were people who played scarecrows for six months. These days, people who play virtual reality lack willpower.’

(Times have changed. This is a typical old-fashioned remark that ignores the efforts of people these days.)

‘Even if I knew another way, considering the remaining difficulty of the inferno, it would have been better to destroy it by force.’

Weed’s goal was not to be the first to pass the third level of Hell difficulty.

The ultimate goal is to become stronger and stronger again.

“Eww!”

“Save me!”

The few remaining stragglers were dying.

Seven-meter-tall skeletons were running wild, and the remnants of the gathered force were annihilated, causing the defeated soldiers to lose their will to fight.

“I surrender.”

“If you just spare my life… … .”

Defeated soldiers surrender, throwing down their weapons in front of skeletons wielding bone swords.

Weed ignored them.

“No prisoners. Kill them all.”

* * *

A key developer responsible for the Roanoke incident.

Han Seong-hyeok brought coffee and listened to the stories of developers who shared the same goals at the company.

“I didn’t know Weed would show up in Roanoke.”

“This is the third stage of Hell that no one has been able to conquer, but Weed can easily break through it.”

“It must be because Weed came back for a reason.”

There was talk of Weed among developers.

In the third stage of Hell, you create sculptures nonstop, and not only do you do them extremely well, you achieve astonishing success.

‘I didn’t know that sculpting could play such a role.’

Han Seong-hyeok and other core developers did not get involved in artistic skills.

In a world on the brink of destruction where death runs rampant, combat is the center of attention.

I thought that art-related jobs would not be well-received by users.

In reality, there were few artists who actually performed as expected.

‘The reason I left the art profession behind was because I thought there would be a few users who would leave behind great works of art before the world ended.’

Romance with death.

Great fools have been everywhere.

Even in a world that is perishing, isn’t romance necessary?

‘You’re using it like this?’

The fact that you could accumulate a lot of legend points through sculpting was something that neither the core developers nor even the artificial intelligence could have predicted.

There are probably many users who have gained artistic experience in virtual reality through Royal Road and its sequels.

I never thought it would be possible to produce a masterpiece on Hell difficulty and pull off battles and growth all at once.

‘It would have been impossible without Weed.’

The name Weed is definitely something of a big deal.

As Han Seong-hyeok approached the main system, Jo Woon-chan and Kim Su-won, the core developers who created Roanoke, turned around to look at him.

“Is the team leader here?”

“Good afternoon, team leader.”

“Yeah, I was watching Weed’s video.”

Han Seong-hyeok sat next to the developers and watched the video on the monitor.

Weed activates the Mirror of the Abyss and sweeps away the defeated soldiers.

“Hmm, I wonder if I can make it through stage 3 alive.”

Han Seong-hyeok drank coffee and said.

The developers knew what he meant and laughed.

“Even if the ultimate magic has low magical power and soul power, the magic power is extremely strong.”

“The Mirror of the Abyss is difficult to master, but because of the penalty… … .”

caution!

The price you pay for using magic is the pain that comes after you stop using it.

If you cannot endure the pain, you will die and turn into an undead.

Penalty of the Mirror of the Abyss.

Before the Roanoke incident, the pain stat was not fully implemented for the enjoyment of the players.

Now it’s fully 100% applicable.

“You will experience excruciating pain all over your body.”

“You shouldn’t take the ultimate magic lightly. It’s not a pain that humans can endure.”