How to Survive as a Member of the Meteor Sword Family Chapter 146

How to survive as a loser in the Yoo Seong-geom family

Episode 146

Daesinjeon (3)

Nibble.

His name, which means ‘the one who bites’, was a symbol of fear to the non-citizens living in the refugee camps of the Demon Nation until just ten years ago.

Just as a wolf plays with its prey, the target of Nibble had to run through the pitch-black darkness, being bitten to death by all sorts of weapons.

Whenever a corpse with its flesh completely torn off was found near a refugee camp, the terrified people gave the perpetrator of these horrific murders a nickname.

Nibble, the human hunter.

Nibble’s whereabouts were not fixed, as he wandered throughout the entirety of the Dark Realm, and his murder victims appeared regardless of time and place.

Nibel, a seasoned hunter, hunted mainly in the wilderness, sometimes in the dark forests.

Sometimes, he would single-handedly wipe out a small refugee camp just because he needed some stimulation.

The Magic Nation, which realized the seriousness of the situation belatedly, quickly dispatched court magicians and knights, but even with all the magic they could use, they could not capture even Nibel’s shadow.

His crimes were elaborate, brutal, and merciless.

But all things must come to an end. As soon as his evil deeds reached Faust, Nibel noticed this and stopped his evil deeds in the Magical Nation and fled to the Holy Kingdom.

After that.

Nibel, who had completely washed his identity, lived as a devout believer of the Light, but he had limits in suppressing his innate urge to kill.

Eventually, Nibble, unable to bear his desires, goes on a killing spree targeting travelers again, and is captured by the Knights of the Holy King, led by Antonio, and imprisoned in the deepest part of the kingdom’s underground prison.

That happened just three years ago.

A year and a half later.

Nibel was specially pardoned by order of Archbishop Elland Bless.

In addition, through the artificially created spirit body, Slaughter Seraphim, he was able to obtain divine powers and a body more powerful than any of the Inquisitors.

But what was even more satisfying to Nibble was that he had now obtained an official ‘license to kill.’

Humans are weak and I am strong.

The gap between him, a natural hunter who has lived his entire life with the darkness, and an ordinary human who is instinctively designed to fear the darkness is something that cannot be narrowed no matter what is done.

That is why, to Nibel, all other humans were nothing more or less than beings to satisfy his own desires.

It’s definitely been that way.

It had to be done that way.

What is this deep, cold darkness that surrounds me now?

Nibble’s eyes widened as he was surrounded by pitch-black darkness that was far beyond his cognitive abilities.

“What is this… …?”

He uses the power of the body technique granted by the light, and his senses of smell, hearing, and sight are all paralyzed, developed dozens of times more than before.

That wasn’t all.

The temple hallway, where bright sunlight was streaming in through the glass windows just a moment ago.

It transformed into a sight reminiscent of the inside of a magic realm that was only passed down through word of mouth, filled with pure darkness.

P-shot-

Up, down, left, right.

Nibble was thrown into the darkness, unable to even sense the direction he was standing in, and was confused when he heard a small crackling sound in his ears.

At the same time, a shock mixed with a slight coldness was felt on his thick hide. He had been hit by a bullet fired by Mephisto.

“There you are!”

Of course, Mephisto’s bullets, which could not penetrate Nibble’s hide, were no threat at all.

Rather, it served as a good compass that revealed the opponent’s location. Following the hunter’s instinct, Nibble jumped up like lightning and swung his sharp claws.

The divine power in his fingernails transformed into ten crescent moons and shot out toward the front.

It is a strike of such terrifying force that it can cut through steel plate mail as if it were a sheet of paper.

But his attack, which should have clearly hit his opponent, disappeared into the darkness in vain.

“Tsk… … This isn’t the kind of power I should be using. I should just kill this guy and quickly restore him. I don’t want to get caught.”

This time, Mephisto’s voice came from behind him. His tone was full of sarcasm.

‘When did you go back?!’

Cadduk-

As Nibble was pondering his doubts, he heard a sound like something hard being chewed. He reflexively turned his body and something sparkling caught his eye.

“There it is!”

The light emitted by the magical tool used by Mephisto was clear.

“You are clearly unfamiliar with fighting in the dark! Painting your weapon is the most basic of basics!”

Nibble, who had kicked off the ground and leapt in a single bound right in front of Mephisto, sharpened his claws.

The moment Mephisto was caught in his strong grip, he intended to tear him to pieces with his teeth that could easily tear through iron.

“Even if it hurts, just bear with it for a little longer. Soon, you will give up everything and feel at ease. You, a mere human, will never be able to defeat me in the darkness!”

Nibble, his mouth wide open as he imagined the delightful tragedy that was about to unfold, grabbed Mephisto’s slender shoulders with both hands.

That was the moment when he thrust his teeth towards where her head would be.

“Hey, you. Aren’t you a little too confident? A mere human? And you’re talking about darkness?”

Ododok-

Mephisto’s soft voice was heard again, along with a sound like something hard being bitten.

A sweet scent wafted through Nibble’s enhanced sense of smell. Then, a bone-chilling coldness spread through his hands and throughout his body.

“… … !!!”

The hunter’s instincts continued to sound a strong alarm. Nibble, startled, quickly stepped back.

No, I tried to back off.

Tsk tsk tsk-

His hands, which were frozen solidly to what was presumed to be Mephisto’s shoulders, did not move at all.

“T, why is this… … .”

A panicked Nibble tried desperately to pull himself together, but it was no use.

His hands were completely sealed from movement, as if they were crushed by a huge rock.

Moreover, Mephisto, who was much smaller and thinner than himself, was not shaken at all by his desperate movements.

That wasn’t all.

Trapped in pitch-black darkness for the first time in his life, he couldn’t see his opponent, but his opponent was looking at him exactly.

The cold chill of the metal on his abdomen was proof of this.

Although the shape was not visible in the pitch-black darkness, the ominous aura emanating from Mephisto’s magical tool could definitely be felt.

It was clear that the weapon had also changed somewhat in line with the change in owner.

‘What the heck is this… … .’

For him, who had spent his entire life with darkness, to be toyed with by someone in the darkness. It felt like a dream.

Clank-

An ominous noise came from near his abdomen. At that moment, the expression on Nibble’s face was the same as that of those he had hunted so far.

He, a natural hunter, ended up being the hunted.

The fear of losing his life alone in the overwhelming darkness that would disable all cognitive abilities weighed on his entire body.

“Okay, wait a minute… … .”

It was only when he reached this point that he realized that the reason he had been able to gain the upper hand until just now was not because Mephisto was weak.

Mephisto was suppressing the power he held within himself.

However, he did not notice it because it was a power that was far beyond his range of perception.

and.

Now that seal has been broken.

[Mahabal Special – Shape Transformation]

[Glassal Batsey]

The two muzzles, tightly attached to each other, were touching his abdomen.

“This is the price you paid for complaining about my weak bullets earlier. You were the first to take this out, so eat it gratefully.”

Hwaruruk-

The deep blue light that rose from Mephisto’s eyes instantly illuminated the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, a long metal rod came into view in her hand.

It was a strangely shaped weapon that was neither a staff nor a staff, something Niblo had never seen before.

“What the heck… is that?”

“Shotgun.”

Mephisto gave a short answer, then placed the Glacial Batsy on his shoulder and placed his finger on the trigger.

“Okay, bye.”

“Should I sleep… … .”

Phew-!!!!

Before Nibble could finish his sentence, the Glacial Batsey’s gun emitted a loud bang.

Hundreds of simultaneously fired shotgun shells pierced Nibel’s thick hide and tore a huge hole in his abdomen.

“Get out… … .”

Nibble fell backwards, his tongue hanging out and his eyes rolled back.

Purse Stone – The hands that had been holding Mephisto’s shoulders scattered into dust.

Lying in a pool of his own blood, Nibble turned to Mephisto, who was gathering darkness, and asked in a voice that was gradually becoming thinner.

“You… … what on earth are you… …?”

“me?”

Mephisto pointed at himself with his finger and smiled brightly with a face covered in blood.

“The brightest side of darkness. Mephistopheles.”

“As expected… … I’ve met a real hunter.”

With those words, Nibble’s head dropped to the side. He had died from the shock of excessive blood loss and the loss of his entire organ.

Mephisto kicked his corpse with his foot and muttered while wiping the blood from his face with a handkerchief.

“What the hell am I to be talking about my qualifications? This is ridiculous.”

After stretching, she walked down the long hallway of the main temple, bright sunlight shining down behind her.

* * *

The main gate of the Daesinjeon.

The faces of the parishioners who were being dragged by the soldiers, bound with ropes, were filled with extreme fear.

An older man among them, unable to overcome his fear, screamed at the soldier who was dragging him away.

“We are absolutely not pagans! There seems to be a misunderstanding… … .”

“Shut up! You dirty pagan!”

Crack-

The whip swung by the red-eyed soldier struck the middle-aged man in the face. The blood that spurted from his face stained the clothes of the nearby parishioners red.

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

A middle-aged man fell to the floor, clutching his face, unable to bear the excruciating pain of his flesh being torn off.

His groans further heightened the fear of the parishioners being dragged away.

“Oh, Radiance… … Why do you bring such trials upon us… … .”

One of the old men being dragged away muttered softly. Tears streamed down his wrinkled eyes.

Even to someone who didn’t know the situation, it was a sight that would be enough to make them feel weak.

But the soldiers, whose eyes were all red, never showed him any sympathy.

“Shut up! You shameless heretics who have betrayed the great splendor! You should have been dismembered and hung in front of the gates, but be thankful that your past sins will be forgiven just by being put on the guillotine!”

“Ahh… … How did the Holy Kingdom, blessed with such brilliance, end up in such ruin… … How did it come to be… … .”

Despite the soldier’s shouts, the old man continued to talk to himself. His voice was filled with earnestness, almost like a prayer.

“I told you to shut up… … How dare you, you filthy pagan, speak of the great splendor with your serpentine tongue?”

A soldier with a frown on his face approached the old man with a whip in hand. At that moment, everyone present could predict what would happen next.

There is no way that a frail old man could withstand that ugly whip.

“This is not a punishment from me, but from the God of Light. I must constantly reflect and repent!”

At that moment, the soldier’s whip-wielding hand rose toward the ceiling, and the parishioners turned their heads with their lips tightly shut.

“If you don’t want to get in trouble, leave it at that.”

A pure voice like rolling jade beads was heard, and the whip flying towards the old man stopped in midair.

“What, what is it? You b*tch!”

“It’s Isabel, not Year.”

The soldier who saw Isabelle’s face belatedly bit his lips tightly because her beautiful appearance felt like a devil’s temptation.

Even though you may be just a soldier, you have been given the sacred mission of being God’s representative, so you must never be swayed by appearances.

“Isabel? I’m hearing that name for the first time… … No, more than that, can’t you let go of this hand right now! Are you saying that a mere woman would go against the will of Gwanghwi?”

The soldier, who had been shouting to shake off his worries, strained his arm to snatch the whip away. However, the whip caught in Isabelle’s pure white hand did not move at all.

“This, this profit… … what power… … .”

I strained my neck until the tendons in my neck stiffened, but it was no use.

“Can we really wield something like this against innocent parishioners?”

As Isabelle lightly pulled her hand, the whip left the soldier’s hand and passed over to her with great ease.

“Can’t you give it to me right now, you bitch!”

“You keep saying ‘bitch… bitch…’ since a while ago.”

Crackle-

The soldier’s mouth opened wide at the sight he could not believe.

Isabelle, holding the whip with both hands, lightly applied force, and the sturdy whip made from twisted cow sinews tore like a sheet of paper.

“I’m Isabelle, not a year. And… … .”

Isabelle, who had thrown the whip away like trash, looked around at the soldiers who had surrounded her.

“I think you guys deserve some punishment.”