The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor: Dad is a Legend - Chapter 32



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Moonlight Sculptor: Dad is a Legend (32)

A hellish difficulty that no one has ever passed.

I expected that in stage 5 I would be in a dangerous situation.

This guy’s fate didn’t turn out well.

‘He has no eyes, and no right arm… … .’

(This is the worst crisis, sir.)

I had an experience of fighting through the pitch-black darkness in the beginner training center of Royal Road.

Dozens of steel barbarians are the enemy.

At that time, they were steel dolls that moved according to certain rules, and there was a big difference in that sparks flew whenever they collided with a sword, briefly revealing their shape.

‘It’s somewhat like the difficulty level of Hell.’

As Weed was taking a moment to sort out the situation, a man with a rough voice spoke.

“Rosar! The crowd is waiting. No fool will bet on you, so go and die in style!”

This is not encouragement to fight well, but to die well.

“Don’t even think about fighting roughly because you can’t see. If you survive, I’ll cut off your remaining left arm and throw you into the pigsty.”

Weed was led by someone’s hand and started walking somewhere.

The anxiety that I might hit an obstacle with every step I take.

Not being able to see was so uncomfortable that I didn’t even feel like I had an arm.

“You can go this way.”

It was a frightened, weak voice.

(Analysis of the voice and footsteps indicates that she is a small, young girl. She is about 14 years old.)

(Based on voice analysis based on big data, it is estimated to be very pretty.)

‘That doesn’t matter. What is the situation here now?’

Weed wasn’t that surprised that he couldn’t see or had no right arm.

I experienced all sorts of hardships in Royal Road and completed chain quests of incredible difficulty.

Find the final secret of sculpting and defeat the Embinyu cult that threatens the peace of the continent.

As soon as they overcame the crisis through their efforts, a bigger crisis came, and the Hermes Guild unified the central continent.

He invaded the north with a terrifyingly powerful army.

I rolled around and rolled around, getting beaten up countless times.

Rather than stretching out my legs for a bit of comfort, I was used to being on guard.

‘There are enough bad news to come out like this.’

Still, there were calculations that an accurate understanding of the situation would greatly increase the chances of survival.

(I’ve cross-referenced the current owner’s situation with all information related to Roanoke.)

(According to the records of the Delphirian Empire, Duke Benhasmer existed between 461 and 423 years ago. It is said that he enjoyed gladiatorial games a lot, so the accuracy is likely high.)

(The master’s name is presumed to be Rosar. It is not recorded in any historical records.)

‘There is no record of me?’

(Yes, from what I understand, it doesn’t exist.)

Artificial intelligence Versa was working all over the world to help Weed.

Although Abyss’ main system is isolated from the outside world and protected by several artificial intelligences, it does not remain idle.

(Securing user data through capsule nutrition supply system)

A backdoor was planted into the 100 million capsule nutritional supply system.

To receive gameplay videos and various information from users who have accessed Roanoke.

We’ve made available all the information that users have discovered so far.

(Roanoke Live Streaming)

Live streaming, which was started by Abyss, was also used to observe user activities.

The reason why Pale checked immediately after logging in was because of these functions.

Although Versa, an artificial intelligence that knew a lot, still had limitations.

(My database only contains records that users have discovered or read.)

(There are many records in Roanoke that have never been discovered or were permanently lost to war or arson.)

‘I must have been abandoned by Duke Benhasmer.’

Even without any information, Weed could guess roughly what the situation was.

If you look at the movies and dramas I’ve seen so far, this kind of development has often been boiled down to a soup.

Even in history, it was common for those in power to abandon their subordinates when they became useless.

‘He threw his subordinate, who had lost both eyes and an arm, into the arena. He may have lost his eyes and an arm at the hands of Duke Ben Hasmer.’

(Your guess is most likely correct.)

(It seems like the match is currently taking place in the arena… For now, we have to survive.)

Weed followed the girl’s lead.

As I walked through a fairly long passageway with a floor made of uneven stones, I felt the warmth of the sun on my body along with the pungent smell of blood.

A dangerous battle is imminent.

As I couldn’t see, I felt more tense and more focused.

Bang! Bang!

The familiar sound of iron being struck over a fire.

And then a murky man’s voice was heard.

“I can’t hold a sword and a shield at the same time since I don’t have a right arm. What weapon will I use before I die?”

Weed’s vision had been dark for a while, but a message window appeared that he could see.

Tiring!

You can choose your weapon.

In the arena, you cannot use the equipment you originally had, and can only use the equipment provided.

Weed had to choose a weapon before entering the arena.

There aren’t many weapons I can’t handle since Royal Road, but now I want something more familiar to my hands.

“Give me the sword.”

“Hmm, here it is.”

He reached forward and grabbed the sword being offered.

Although it was quite heavy, the handle was merely covered in worn-out leather and the overall center of gravity was off.

Probably no one would want to give a good weapon to someone who is about to die.

The clothes he was wearing were made of rough fabric and were torn, allowing a cool breeze to come in. He didn’t even have any defensive equipment to block his opponent’s attacks.

“hmm.”

“Why, don’t you like the sword?”

Weed briefly pondered the blunt question from the blacksmith of the arena.

Asking for a better weapon probably won’t work.

It will be difficult to increase intimacy because you will be thought of as someone who will die soon.

That’s why I asked another question.

“Who is the enemy I have to fight?”

I was determined to fight any enemy with all my might.

I was planning on going into Hell difficulty and going for a full 100%, or even higher, if needed.

“Five orcs. They will tear you to pieces.”

“Ha… … . Okrani.”

Weed felt the tension ease considerably.

It’s an easy enemy to deal with, perhaps because the 5th level of Hell difficulty has just begun.

Of course, I don’t know if other users would feel the same way if they came here.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Haha, I’ll be back. I’ll come back as a corpse, but I hope I don’t come back in pieces.”

The annoyed laughter of the arena blacksmith.

Weed walked forward with the girl, using his sword as a cane to check the terrain.

“Kill him. Kill him!”

“Hahahaha. This guy is going to die if we leave him alone.”

“The dividend is 50x? Even if it were 10,000x, I wouldn’t bet money on that guy.”

“Go away quickly. I didn’t pay the expensive admission fee to see the likes of you die.”

“It’s a walking corpse. It’s a corpse!”

The drunken audience can be heard cursing and shouting.

“be careful.”

The guide girl left, and a moment later the sound of an iron door closing was heard.

Weed just waited silently.

I heard the iron door on the other side open.

“Tsuiyik!”

“Human. Easy fight. ?!”

“Kill him. Tear him to pieces.”

The orcs walked forward, their ferocity evident.

A situation where you are angry about being caught.

(The body type felt by the voice is about 150kg in weight.)

(I searched the databases in Roanoke and the level is estimated to be around 20-30.)

Even though you can’t see them, they are enemies you can’t defeat.

Tiring!

Defeat the orcs!

He is blind and has no right arm, but he must defeat the orcs to survive.

If the audience responds well, you will be rewarded with Strength and Agility stats, Hero or Legend points.

Difficulty: B

A small quest that takes place within the Hell difficulty level.

From Weed’s perspective, it was the first time that difficulty B felt this easy.

“I accept.”

You have accepted the quest.

Although it was a short time, it didn’t feel difficult.

‘Orcs can’t fight.’

Even challengers of other Hell difficulty levels will likely have a few decent attack skills if they’ve made it this far.

‘Even if you can’t see, if you use your skills at the right time, you can easily defeat an Orc.’

However, this is a judgment based entirely on Weed himself.

‘Is this difficulty level basically something you have to fight based on your skills?’

A stage where you must fight using a good combination of skills.

Since you can’t see, you have to use all your senses and concentration. The key is to be able to sense the timing of the skill’s activation.

They can also be very vulnerable to ranged attacks such as bows or axe throwers.

Since you can’t see, your fighting power will be reduced by more than half.

‘Is this why they allowed you to learn skills in advance in stage 4? They’re quite kind.’

I had a feeling Roanoke was a better place than I expected.

First, we need to adapt to fighting in a situation where we cannot see.

“A blind human. ?!”

And then an orc charged from the front.

A look of ignorance because of the lack of eyes.

Weed guessed the distance and location of the orc through the sound of the wind.

‘Given the way the orcs attack, they’ll probably run at me and swing their glaives at me straight ahead. They’ll probably underestimate me.’

A calculation that is bound to have a large margin of error.

It was suitable for using the Wall of Swords learned in the 4th stage of Hell.

A sword dance learned from a crab with a sword.

It was immediately estimated that combining attack skills would create a situation suitable for victory.

‘I said that it’s a precious thing that you can’t eat without crab.’

I just got curious.

How far can you fight with your eyes closed?

At what point does it become dangerous?

How good is the newly acquired trait, Rhodoin’s body?

‘I guess I’ll have to test it out on some easy guys.’

Weed measured the distance between himself and the opponent in his head and waited for a moment for the orc to come running towards him with a loud thump.

A vibration that shakes the ground.

footstep.

Orcs don’t know how to hide their movements.

20 meters, 15 meters, 10 meters, 8 meters, 5 meters, wait, wait, wait. Now.

I waited until the orc swung his glaive, then quickly took three or four steps back.

A moment when it feels like the weapon has passed by and created wind.

glare!

The sword, swung sharply like light, split the orc’s body in two.

Orc fighter Devch was killed in a single blow.

The life-sapping sword sliced ​​through the orc’s belly and spine!

You have gained experience.

Hot, smelly, sticky blood soaked the weed.

I don’t know if it was because of the Rhodoan’s body, but an incredible amount of strength was overflowing from his body.

and…….

“Profit!”

“?!”

“Devchuga… … Let’s kill him. Chui?!”

“Tear that human apart. Drunk?!”

The cries of orcs can be heard almost simultaneously from several places.

‘Orcs’ attacks are simple. They are a race that rushes at their enemies fiercely, so they don’t fight while keeping a reasonable distance.’

How considerate was it that orcs appeared in the arena?

‘The difficulty level of Hell is… Is this okay?’

Weed was worried about the level of difficulty of Hell for a moment.