The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 274



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#274. Gathering 2

#Episode 274.

Clank-

As soon as I arrived in Al Heimdall, I stopped by Kaldrock Smith.

Since I thought I would be using the sword a lot, I sharpened the blade of the light.

After sharpening my blade like that, I left the smithy feeling like a new person. The masters of the smithy, Kaldrak and Dargant followed me.

Cheeeeeeek—

Soon, Dargant, who had cooled his body with hot water, spoke.

“The humans from the company are already getting greedy, but they must be no ordinary monsters. I haven’t seen them kill Chiljwa. But it’s not common to see someone who can push the King of Water to that level.”

I drew my sword.

Sling—

The light that comes out smoothly as if it’s been oiled. The love bottle that has gone through hardships and adversities with me is still black today without a single ray of light.

Originally, he was a bright child who could show off his five-colored light···

This murky world has turned my illness into this.

He vowed revenge, determined to get his light to shine again someday.

“If I do that, won’t I be able to cut down that monster with this sword?”

“I don’t know. It’s your sword. I did my best to sharpen it, so if you do your best, anything will come of it.”

“I’ll give it a try.”

“Effort is······.”

“And please give me a few swords that were hanging on the blacksmith’s wall earlier. I’m planning on doing some special employee benefits. I’ll pay as much as I want in credits.”

“!”

At my words, the blacksmith Kaldrak smiled broadly.

The blacksmith shop used by Dargant. All the swords hanging on the walls there are worthy of being called famous swords.

However, it is not sold unless absolutely necessary. It is accepted by people, the martial arts world, and the magic world, and everything that can be hidden.

Moreover, since it is an item from Dargant, a legend of the dwarves, the blacksmith cannot sell or rent it out at will, so it is a complete waste for Kaldrock Smith.

“Wait a minute. I’ll pack it up for you right now. You guys! Move quickly!”

When I said I would buy all of that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

however···.

“What kind of famous sword is this? I don’t need money! Just take it.”

“?!”

Dargant shook his head as if he didn’t need money. I tried to say it a few more times and Kaldrak added his words, but he remained unmoved.

“No need!”

It’s like watching an old person who refuses to give you pocket money during the holidays and just follows you around, putting it back in his pocket.

“But I guess I have to pay the price. I’ll go and brag about it, saying it’s a legendary sword forged by a dwarf.”

“They are all failures. They are not things you can proudly sell for money.”

“Huh, so it was just a blacksmith shop interior?”

“yes.”

“Is there any other reason?”

“If all the guys who paid money to take the swords die, it will only be a stain on the blacksmith’s signboard. Even the King of Water can’t deal with them. Why do you expect me to accept money when everyone is going to die?”

“Then I guess I can’t help it. I’ll take it for free.”

“······.”

So I got the sword of Dargant with a proper rhythm, and the blacksmith Kaldrak lost his smile.

[Credits will be sent separately through a person.]

“!!!”

However, at my request, the blacksmith Kaldrak quickly regained his bright smile.

Kaldrak waved his hand vigorously, telling him to come back and not die.

This is why money is good.

* * *

I sighed after hearing the story. After all, it wasn’t even a few hours until the knife was sharpened.

“Dolph.”

“yes.”

“Why did you do that? They’re no joke.”

“Brother, why are you so scared? Is Brazza that strong?”

“The Brahmans are the family that produced the Seven Seats that died this time. There must have been three or four level 9s in that position.”

“······Really?”

Rudolph scratched his head in embarrassment.

“Tseuup, somehow, even though I clearly told you my brother’s name, you didn’t seem to be scared at all? I guess the kids have some kind of trust in themselves.”

“In the meantime, you sold my name again.”

“You sold it? I guess you were just giving advice.”

The guy made the sound of a person’s clothes bursting without a care in the world. However, since he looked the same as usual, it’s not like there’s something wrong with his brain or anything. He’s just like this from the beginning.

“Dolph, I heard you were swearing and saying things like you were going to cut your throat. That’s all true.”

“That’s a joke. I was just trying to lighten the mood…”

“From now on, I don’t know anything, so do what you want.”

“yes?”

“It would have been different if even the famous Professor Dylan or Cassandra had stepped forward, but it was a lackluster and incompetent person like you who had to get involved. How hurt must their pride have been?”

Then Rudolph made a sad expression as if he had never seen anything like it before. He was already ugly, so he became even uglier when he got sad, and he became really ugly.

Rubenka added her words in a teasing tone, as if she was being sarcastic.

“Hey, you’re in big trouble. I was called in after the expedition and I’m being investigated now.”

“Go get me some water.”

Hurry up!

Rubenka jumped up and hurriedly went to get some water.

“I stopped it because I thought the fight would escalate. I feel wronged.”

“You should have worded it better. Like that guy Jong-Hoo-Pyo who was cursing at me in Ragnarok.”

“Brother, if it was that kid, I would have started a fight by arguing with him and making it worse. A war would have broken out, but since it was me, I ended it like this.”

“You’re not wrong. It was a good thing I didn’t bring that guy.”

“Do you agree?”

“Anyway, you figure it out yourself.”

“······.”

Self-esteem is a more important issue than you think.

The pride of strong wizards is unparalleled.

If the martial artist is particularly concerned about saving face, then the alpha and omega of magicians is their self-esteem. The two are similar, yet different.

If you are in a situation where there are a lot of people around you and you get severely criticized······

The martial artist feels that his face has been hurt and gets angry. Why are you making a fuss here when there are so many people watching? He might even draw his sword and fight a life-or-death battle.

However, if the opponent or the force that is giving the insult is strong, even if it means losing some of one’s face, one is usually prepared to bow one’s head. What a great person. What sect’s so-and-so is he? This ordinary person doesn’t know! Same···

Originally, the world was one where the strong were proud. When the strong were scolded, bowing their heads was something that was acceptable to others. So they didn’t think it was a loss of face. Instead, they were prepared to salvage their broken face by politely accepting the scolding.

However, the wizard was already holding back his anger from the moment he started swearing, as his pride was hurt by the fact that he was being greatly humiliated, regardless of whether his opponent was strong or not.

That’s why the reactions of those around them don’t really matter to them. They are too busy suppressing their anger on their own to care about what others think.

Then, when it passes the critical point, it explodes like a bomb.

Rather than dying of a chronic illness, it is better to kill him right then and there or later. If your pride is damaged, you have to end it somehow.

Like a mid-sized company in Baldur City that once sued the Sacheondang family, but has now disappeared due to its ‘prideful actions’.

It is a bad habit engraved in the genes of the wizard species. It is said that the enemy that has killed the most high-level wizards up to now is not a corpse or a martial artist, but pride.

Of course, this is the general case, but there are also special cases.

A strange species that tries to kill two birds with one stone by saving both pride and face. In such cases, there is a very high probability that they will die young. Only one or two out of a million will survive and become powerful people who save both pride and face, while the rest will die before they can become that strong.

···That’s me, a past lifer whose lifeline was cut off four times.

widely!

“I brought water.”

“Why does the water look so cold? I’m going to get sick.”

Hurrruk!

Rubenka suddenly let out a blast of intense flame.

“Oh. You seem angry now?”

“No. I just warmed up the water.”

“You even put on a show. You have some showmanship.”

“······.”

“Are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

Rubenka averted her eyes and disappeared.

So the reason I said this is because I am just waiting for the day when I can beat up Ban Lubenka with a good reason, by continuing to bring water to him and passing the critical point.

But this wicked woman seems to have more patience than I thought, and it’s a shame that she doesn’t fall for it as easily as I thought.

But I’m sure it’ll happen someday.

Hororok—

I drank warm water to calm my upset stomach.

“Anyway, there is a difference between pride and face.”

“Anyway, please help me out, brother. Let’s overcome this ordeal together.”

“Don’t think about it.”

“······Sob sob. Thank you. We will live our whole lives······.”

Rudolph soon started giggling again. I went through the process of checking the success of my external attack by giving the troublemaker a good beating.

Sore—

My fists started to hurt because I was hitting him indiscriminately. With this level of strength, it would be hard to assassinate him.

at that time.

“Revan! Lord Urukbagal has returned now.”

Slomokin came in with an anxious expression and told them that the King of the Rabbit had returned.

* * *

King Ureuk Bagal.

That thing he dragged in from outside the barrier.

“eww······.”

“There really is only one leg left.”

It was a human corpse with only the lower body remaining.

The condition of the lower body was a total mess.

It was as if a great force had grabbed her from both sides and pulled her. Her ankles were strangely stretched out, almost dragging on the ground, and were torn unkemptly below her pelvis. Even I, who has seen everything in my five lives, could see that it was a pretty gruesome sight.

Now, Isaac and King Ureuk Bagal are in one place.

I asked.

“Is that half-remaining corpse the Seven-Sided Brahmin Karnu?”

— I have recovered what had fallen within the realm of the corpse. The only person who died there was the seven-seat Brahmin Karnuyi, and it was his body.

“You couldn’t find the upper body?”

— Not found. A force is applied to push it out of the area.

“······.”

Sure, it’s hard to believe even after seeing it with your own eyes.

At first, I didn’t quite understand when I heard that he had died.

It’s not like he accidentally got infected and became a traitor, but he died while fighting.

But it was true.

He didn’t even infect the Seven Seats, who had reached the level of a great wizard, he just tore their bodies apart with force.

In fact, even if you look at the lower body, there is no trace of infection. It is a human corpse. So, life was completely ended before infection.

Even though he was the last of the seven seats······.

“Brother, is this a common occurrence?”

“It’s not just uncommon, it’s unprecedented.”

How many monsters in the world would kill a Seven-Seated Powerhouse in this manner? Would it have been possible for a corpse as small as Rosilsk or the Invisible? It is unknown.

—······.

I came face to face with the gaping pupils of the Cat King Ureuk Bagal.

The full body of the water king, radiating overwhelming force. The scars that seemed to have been recently inflicted covered more than half of the previous scars and wounds.

Who in the world would dare to leave such a scar on the King of Water?

Even indirectly, we can get a glimpse of the level of the self-proclaimed wise man.

“I think it would be better not to tell others about this.”

“I think so.”

I was the first to see the corpse because of my connection with the tribe, but it would be fortunate if others didn’t run away in fear when they saw it.

Finally, Isaac, with his arms crossed, opened his mouth.

“The thing is still there. It’s not moving, but it’s just expanding its territory by stretching its force nearby. It’s not urgent, but it’s not good to waste time.”

“Is the recovery of King Turukak still far off?”

“It’s not worth discussing.”

“All right.”

When asked about the King’s condition, a firm answer came back.

How much more so if he had challenged the Three Lords, Raman Quonel? Named Rosilsk, who had fought against the Five Tower Lords and the Twelve Lords, Panyatalu, and had killed the two and escaped. Wasn’t he a great man who had easily killed the bastard and thrown away his essence?

Later, when King Kai wakes up, I’ll have to ask him what Raman Quonel’s condition is now.

“older brother.”

“why.”

“But why didn’t that corpse guy eat the body?”

The moment Rudolph expressed his doubts.

“That’s the wise man, Cesta Asparov.”

“······.”

Ron Cassandra, who arrived here with me and kept staring at my lower body.

She opened her tightly shut mouth as she concentrated. Isaac and Urukbagal’s quiet gaze also turned to Cassandra.

“That’s a trace of the magic that Chestal Asparov used often. So, in a way······.”

Whoaaaaaaa—

Ron Cassandra. She drew on her magic to recreate something. She seemed to have retained her professor’s habit, and after concentrating her attention, she gathered the mana particles into one place and overlapped them again.

After that, he picked up a ballpoint pen and slowly passed it through the area as if he were putting it into a copy machine. He seemed to have studied similar magic a lot, so he was quite skilled.

Swish!

“It passes through the head of the ballpoint pen fairly well, but when it tries to pass through the middle, the unique mana that has already been fully stacked up seeps into the entire ballpoint pen······.”

The ballpoint pen struggled to get out of the space.

Like a fish caught in a tight net and unable to move forward.

“If you try to force the rest out from this state. Something like this.”

Ppujik—

However, when Cassandra pulled hard on the head of the pen, the pen could not withstand the pressure and broke in the middle. The upper part of the pen remained relatively intact, but the lower part of the pen fell to the ground as a crushed rice cake in the space of mana particles.

“It’s this type of magic. The power of the magic is a hundred times stronger than what I, a level 8 user, can use, and the danger and range are unimaginably wide. If the Seven Seats have become like this, there is no one else in the world but a wise man.”

Cassandra’s eyes were confident yet calm.

King Ureuk Bagal of the Cat added the situation that occurred at the site.

— It stands still without saying a word. Sometimes it spits out a huge amount of energy, and on some days it doesn’t and is quiet. However, if you step into its territory, it will definitely attack. It kills and eats corpses without caring about them.

Right after.

After reading Rudolph and Cassandra’s words and summarizing the current situation, I nodded.

“They killed the Seven Seats, but they didn’t infect them, they still used their old magic, they come and go, and they eat corpses, but they didn’t eat the corpses.”

The more information there is, the more bizarre it becomes.

It was clear that this was not the behavior of an ordinary traitor.

I asked Isaac straight away.

“I need to take a look at the survivors who were said to have been in the ruins with Chiljwa.”

* * *

Hooooo—

The sky where the wind mixed with coal dust passes by.

The figure sitting on the cloudy sky rested its chin on its hand, stared into the distance, and then spoke as if it found it amusing.

— That guy Parumuchi is here too.

Then the giant standing in the clouds behind him opened his mouth.

— Yeah, I guess I’ll intervene only when the humans are fighting.

— If you bother me, should I kill that guy first to make an example of him?

— That guy doesn’t die easily. Don’t dream in vain.

The giant standing in the clouds added.

— The wise man that the elders are trying to capture and kill. Just take him away alive. He will be a force that will be difficult to regain.

In that regard.

Thud!

The figure that had been resting its chin on its hand suddenly lay down and opened its mouth with a smile.

— By the way, Mr. Inspiration······If you want to see the face of the wise man so badly, come in person. Are there three deities hiding in Al Heimdall?

— Kuro Shindo is recovering from the accident, so don’t be arrogant. This matter is important.

– Are you being foolish? He is a truly great person who personally sought out the ‘first being’ that we cannot even see and received blood from. We should treat him specially. Don’t we?

Behind the background that the chin-raising figure was hiding.

Hooooo—

On the nine murky clouds, each different being, including the giant from before, was sitting and guarding their positions.

Soon, the ten voices each chattering away echoed through the dark sky outside the barrier.

— You searched the entire world to find the first being that never existed and even took his blood. As someone from the old Seven Seats, your abilities are truly amazing.

— Are the first beings in the realm of the elders?

— But, wise man, he wouldn’t be sticking with humans, would he?

—······That sounds impossible.

— Instinct cannot be resisted.

— Parumuchi, which elder did you cling to this time?

— I told you he’s a funny guy. Heh heh······.

— Another large carrier flyer enters Al Heimdall.

— Hoo, you see that here too? Where is it this time?

— Let’s see. On the deck······it says ‘Van Company’.

In the meantime.

······Clouds moving slowly along the air currents of the sky.

A coal-tinged wind began to blow across the barren land, avoiding the ten clouds spewing out huge amounts of smoke.