I stared blankly at the fallen old man, lost for a moment.
Did it really happen?
The unfocused eyes, without the slightest movement, those definitely belonged to a dead person.
The effect of the skill had been activated successfully. At least that’s what I wanted to believe.
If not, what else could be the reason for this monster to suddenly collapse?
I was now convinced that I possessed this body while retaining the instant kill skill that came out of the fusion.
Then what other skills do I have besides that instant kill?
My thoughts naturally flowed in that direction.
Even in RaSa, I was one of the high level players which could be counted in one hand.
If I maintained the other skills that my character had as they were… I would have danced happily right about now. But it wasn’t the case.
Among the skills that I possessed, there were many passive skills that amplified the character’s basic stats. So, if the skills were maintained, it wouldn’t make sense for this body to be so weak now.
Even if I tried to use some of the active skills, none of them seemed to be usable.
There are no other skills, so why only instant kill? Ah…
I quickly realized the reason.
Why? Because all other skills and stats were used as fusion materials.
If the game character’s abilities were transferred based on the point at which I completed fusion, then everything made sense.
This extremely weak physical ability, and that no skills other than instant kill existed… I sighed.
Could it really be like that? Really?
For a moment, I felt a chill behind my back.
Then, if there was no fusion, could it have been possible for my game character’s abilities to have been maintained?
No, the current situation itself might not have occurred if that fusion never happened.
I possessed someone in the game right after I fused all of my game character’s abilities and items. The correlation between the two was a bit of a reach. But it’s the most plausible answer.
Either way, I shouldn’t have done that damn fusion at all.
Regrets wouldn’t help.
I calmed down the rage that was about to boil inside me and tried to regain my composure in an instant.
…Ah, was it like that?
Then I suddenly realized the reason I could maintain this nonsense composure without the slightest agitation.
[Soul of the King]
It imbued the supreme status of a king in the soul and was unshakable under any circumstance. Fully immune to all mental debuffs.
Every word and action imbued with dignity and coercion of a ruler. Significantly increased the chance of gaining an upper hand in conversations with NPCs.
A 9-star skill that I accidentally left out during fusion – the [Soul of the Emperor].
I wondered if its effects were affecting my psyche.
Thanks to this, it must be possible to continue maintaining composure even in this crazy situation, even in this chaos where I almost died, and the surroundings had become a sea of blood with pieces of corpses all around.
It would be truly be impossible if it was me before.
I moved my gaze again to the old man who had become a cold corpse.
By the way, did he say ‘the warrior Garten’?
One of the five stars of Santea, a person who could rank among the continental-class powerhouses in the worldview of RaSa, it referred to the label ‘warrior’.
I know the name ‘warrior’ very well. But the name ‘Garten’ was unfamiliar.
The warrior that appeared while I was playing RaSa was not Garten but someone different.
I’m sure I didn’t remember it wrong… could it be a different timeline?
Also, I was not sure why someone of such a status was aboard Archemon’s convoy.
No, I should put aside those things for now.
What should I do from now on then?
It’s good that my life was saved right away, but there’s still a crising at hand.
My hands and feet were still bound in restraints. And although the sound of the explosion had stopped, the ship’s unsteady shaking seemed to get worse.
I was not sure what the heck was going on with this convoy. But if I continued to be tied up like this, there’s a high possibility that my survival would be threatened again.
At that moment, my gaze turned to one side.
It wasn’t conscious; it was more like a reflex.
It’s because something strange caught my eye in the corner of my field of vision – just beyond the bars.
A level indicator floating on an empty space.
After thinking of the possibility of what was happening, I concluded quickly, with little difficulty.
There’s no way a level indicator would float there when there’s no one standing in that area.
It meant that someone invisible was there.
I was not sure how long this person had been hiding, but that wasn’t the important part.
The level was not as high as the previous one, but it’s still a monster with almost the same level.
I had to make the right decision about how I would act in front of that unknown opponent.
But before that, my mouth had already opened reflexively and spoke against my better judgment.
And in a very arrogant and careless tone, too.
“Stop acting like a rat and come out.”
…Did I suddenly go crazy and was secretly wishing to die?
I didn’t know why those words suddenly popped up. Something like mere instinct overtook reason for a moment. I immediately realized where it was coming from.
Was there anything than the [Soul of the King] that could have a sudden impact on my current personality?
Whatever it was, it completely screwed me over.
Even if there’s an instant kill skill, it couldn’t be activated unless I was in contact with the target.
If that unknown opponent, angry at my provocation, launched an attack, my life would end just like that.
But fortunately, no such disaster occurred.
After a while, darkness filled the air, and a man in a robe appeared.
Dayphon walked down the hallways, across the corpses of convoys and sailors.
Things went smoothly as planned.
The ship had been largely destroyed, so the convoy would soon sink.
Now, he only needed to kill the ‘warrior’ and he could return without leaving a single survivor.
He didn’t expect that the Rognar Kingdom would have any preparations, so it was quite unexpected that one of the five stars would appear.
Five Stars of Santea. It was unreasonable to deal with someone as strong as that alone, even if it was Dayphon.
But he wasn’t too concerned. Because there was a card prepared for such a variable.
Is it over there?
The strong energy felt from downstairs made Dayphon immediately convinced that the warrior was there.
The inside of the cabin, which appeared to be the prisoner’ confinement spaces, was already a gruesome scene with the bodies of the prisoners.
It was difficult to control even the rampaging prisoners when the convoy was attacked, so the person responsible for this must have dealt with them all.
Moving leisurely inside the cabin while hiding, he could find the warrior Garten as expected.
“I am the warrior, Garten. If you have any last words, I will listen to it.”
The warrior had his hand on top of a prisoner’s head.
Dayphon stood at a distance and watched the scene.
He didn’t know the full situation, but the warrior was planning to deal with the last surviving prisoner after he listened to his will.
I have to attack the moment he kills that prisoner.
If possible, it would be better to launch a surprise attack at the most appropriate time.
After deciding, Dayphon waited for the warrior to explode the prisoner’s head.
And soon, the prisoner’s mouth opened.
Dayphon’s eyes widened in astonishment at the sight that followed.
The warrior’s body collapsed on the floor at the prisoner’s words.
For a moment, he did not know what had happened.
No breathing, no heart beating.
The sign of life was completely cut off from the fallen warrior, and Dayphon could no longer feel any energy from him.
He’s really dead.
In an instant, one of the Five Stars of Santea, a warrior with a high reputation throughout the continent, died just like that.
Dayphon reflexively stopped breathing and killed his presence as much as possible.
A prisoner with restraints on his hands and feet, staring down at the dead warrior.
It was hard to believe, but it was a sight that made one think he had killed the warrior, Garten.
The other didn’t lift a finger. All the mad did was say a short word – ‘die’.
…Spirit magic? Is it some kind of spirit?
However, how could there be a spirit capable if killing the warrior with just one word? What kind of spirit was that?
Dayphon stared at the man with confusion.
The appearance of a variable that was far beyond the assumption. He couldn’t really decide what to do in this absurd situation.
Surprise attack? Doing that would be crazy, especially since he’s up against a monster who killed the warrior in just an instant.
Even with the power provided by the King of the Dead, the original plan to kill the warrior, the odds of winning were unknown.
So, should I retreat like this? But to return without knowing the identity of that unknown person…
For a moment, Dayphon felt goosebumps welling up all over his body.
It was because the man suddenly turned his gaze and was staring at where he was.
“Stop acting like a rat and come out.”
…Caught. Since when?
That his stealth skill was so easily discovered made Dayphon feel the greatest shock and disappointment.
It was because he had the highest stealth ability on all continents.
He was still thinking of escaping just now, but he soon gave up on that idea.
His life could easily end in an instant, just like what happened to the warrior just now. He couldn’t risk that.
Dayphon appeared and met the man’s eyes.
In the empty eyes that did not show any emotion, he felt an indescribable sense of coercion.
Dayphon only had a vague intuition.
That the man in front of him might be someone on par with the monarchs.
“…Who are you?”
After a moment of silence, Dayphon asked.
The man just stared at him with his mouth still closed, as if he had no intention of answering.
Unspoken pressure. Dayphon guessed the meaning of that gaze and thought about what to say.
The other’s identity was unknown, but he was escorted to Archemon as a prisoner and he killed the warrior without hesitation.
At least there was no friendly relationship there, so it wouldn’t matter if Dayphon revealed his identity. No, it would be better to make it clear.
“I am a member of the Calderic Monarchy, Dayphon. Not affiliated with the Rognar Kingdom or Santea Empire Alliance.”
At those words, a slight change occurred in the man’s expression. He wasn’t sure what the other was thinking.
After mumbling like that, he paused and asked;
“What did you do to this ship?”
“…If you want to know the condition of the hull, the convoy will soon sink without reaching Archemon.”
At those words, the man’s expression slightly frowned for a moment and then straightened again.
The conversation ended like that.
As if that was all he was curious about, the man asked nothing else.
He seemed uninterested in why Calderic attacked a single convoy or the details behind it.
For now, is it fortunate that that’s the case?
Dayphon was a little relieved at the other’s attitude that didn’t show any hostility.
No, rather than having no hostility… it seemed closer to not being interested anymore since Dayphon had already answered his question.
As long as Dayphon didn’t attack, the man didn’t seem to care anymore whether he escaped.
However, Dayphon hesitated to leave.
It’s because he felt regretful about leaving just like this.
He, too, was in a state of growing doubts and curiosity about this bizarre man.
“Why is someone like you a prisoner in this convoy?”
A monster that killed the warrior in an instant and discovered him, whose ability and power were unfathomable.
To Dayphon, the situation seemed ridiculous. Like finding a dragon sleeping quietly curled up with meager shackled at the corner of a goblin cage.
The hull shook violently and tilted.
The man still did not take any action, and the answer to the question was not returned.
Dayphon, who was staring at him, suddenly realized something.
Empty eyes with cold emotions. Total indifference to the surroundings. A uniquely bored atmosphere.
He had seen a similar person.
That was clearly the attitude of someone who no longer felt any meaning in life.
Perhaps everything was irrelevant to that man.
Even now, even when the ship was sinking, the other did not even think of escaping. Whether he died, his life would not matter.
Killing the warrior and talking to Dayphon must have been just a momentary whim.
Once again, the hull vibrated.
Dayphon felt a great disappointment.
A giant like this no longer had any interest or regret in the world and wanted to just sink to the cold seabed and disappear.
The regret made him come up with a rather impulsive, out-of-the-box proposal that didn’t suit the situation at all.
“Would you like to go with me?”
He just hoped that he could ignite even the slightest spark of interest in this man’s heart.
“To Calderic’s overlord castle?”
Translator’s Note: Yup, there will be more of this misunderstanding later. ^^