< 87. Hell of Disbelief (15) >
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Unlike the prisoners who moved in the direction that Ha Eun-seong escaped, those who pursued in the opposite direction quickly found themselves in trouble.
“Damn, I missed it!”
The prisoners who had been flying in the dark city sky all descend to the ground. The traces they had left behind as if telling them to follow had completely disappeared.
Among them was Asif-1,319,552, who was confident that he could track down any trace that wasn’t a dragon.
“······.”
The spiritual landscape he saw was once again clear.
“I’m going crazy. You should have just spoken confidently.”
A sneer flowed. His face hardened as if his pride had been hurt.
“I think this is Asif-666 after all. The one that ran away to the west was bait.”
“But if we let him go like this, will we end up just taking the bait? Should we just go straight to a hostage situation?”
“Just a minute, let me look it up.”
The one who spoke like that was the last spirit master to be recruited.
As he concentrates, space distorts and a spirit is summoned. Like the entity he summoned before, it is a half-elf resembling the summoner, but this time, instead of being engulfed in flames, it is a smoky form of light.
“good!”
The spirit flies toward the city center where the night has fallen. In search of Minjun.
And a few minutes later.
“Ugh!”
A shrill scream.
“what?!”
The half-elf who caught their attention clutched his chest. His knees trembled and he rolled on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
“Why all of a sudden?!”
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden situation. The half-elf, who was scratching the floor while shedding tears of blood, let out a sound that sounded like a groan.
“이··· 개새끼가··· 내 정령으으으을!”
Only then did everyone realize what had happened.
The spirit could not have inflicted that much damage since it was forcibly repatriated to the underworld. The half-elf appeared to be in no condition to continue fighting.
I don’t know what the hell he did, but the spirit he sent out to search for was hit by Minjun. The spirit that serves as the soul’s treasure trove instead of the physical body was destroyed.
“This won’t work. We’ll have to scatter and search!”
Here Asif-1,319,552 makes another mistake.
He figured the prisoners who had gone to take the bait would come back soon. So it seemed like he could just jump right into a hostage situation the moment they brought the bait.
And even if they dispersed to find Asif-666, they figured they had a chance of winning because if someone found Min-jun and the battle started, the prisoners would see the signal and gather.
It was a plan that had nothing right from the beginning, and the result was a situation that was perfect for Minjun to defeat each and every one of them, just as he had hoped.
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Kwajik!
Kkwaduk!
A back alley in the dark.
On Minjun’s shoulder, black shadows gather to form a monster. The seething darkness continues without any clear lines of demarcation, forming sharp teeth, and the summoner uses them to ‘chew’ the cloudy light.
Kwajik!
The thing the monster was crushing inside its mouth was a spirit sent by the inmate.
It was a spirit that mimicked the summoner’s appearance and was not subject to resistance from the material world, but it was helpless against the monster’s attack. The expressionless half-elf’s face split and was sucked into the shadows.
Grrrrr!
The monster let out a satisfying roar. After the summoner had completely finished eating, Minjun began to move.
‘Found one.’
A dwarf is seen flying around, casting various tracking spells in every alley.
Moving alone.
‘Okay, it’s scattered.’
Their judgment is clouded by the anxiety that they will miss him if they rush around too much. Another reason is that most people still consider him to be just a ‘curseer’. The prisoners, who had no connection with him, had no way of knowing his true nature, which even most of the Elder Dragons did not know.
For your information, the prisoners who had close ties to Min-jun or knew him well had already backed out after hearing that he had come forward.
Minjun takes aim silently in the darkness. Casting a wide-area curse when there are multiple opponents is a rather tedious process, but taking them down one by one and dealing with them is a very easy task for someone as skilled as him.
“Eww!”
A scream that tears through the night sky.
thud!
The prisoner rolled on the floor with a crash.
“Kwaaah! This fucking idiot…!”
There are obvious changes in his suffering body.
Even though it was clearly a man’s body, the stomach swelled as if it had been pregnant. No, even the stomach of a pregnant female dwarf wouldn’t swell that much. The skin stretched to the point where it wouldn’t be strange if it were torn at any moment. What filled it was an enormous amount of ascites and gas, the kind you would only see in a patient nearing death.
In that state, she can neither walk nor run. Her feet cannot touch the ground because of her swollen belly. Surely she cannot roll over and chase after Minjun.
‘The validity period should be about a week.’
He won’t lose his life, as it’s not revenge caused by a serious illness. He moved away, leaving the bound prisoner behind.
So I’m looking for my next prey.
Boom!
The sidewalk blocks where Minjun was standing shattered into pieces.
Quickly bounce your body to check for enemies.
“you!”
A black-skinned troll was glaring at him, its eyes rolled back in anger.
“Asif-666!”
The old age of a beast. The air was shaking so much that it almost trembled.
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In his hand he holds a huge sword that is more like a building facility than a weapon against people. The blade of this great sword, which only trolls can wield, has a sharp light flowing from it that seems like it will cut through anything it touches.
‘Weapon Master’
This ability, when combined with the troll’s wondrous body, creates a weapon of mass destruction superior to that of most wizards.
Minjun grumbled, calmly accepting the hostile gaze.
“Does this face look strangely familiar?”
Those words were a substitute for the order.
Phagec!
Pretending to talk while cursing.
Then, sparks and flames flew across the troll’s skin, but the magic did not seem to work.
Minjun clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘You’re walking around with the equivalent of a year’s budget for a large corporation.’
It seems that he is fully prepared for the curse, as he is armed with artifacts with anti-demon effects all over his body.
The troll shouted with a glaring gaze.
“We finally meet again!”
Minjun compares the recognition number on his head with his face. Since he was given the body of a troll, he must be a prisoner who was sent to Earth after the 1980s. It didn’t take long for him to recall his memories.
He was a man who tried to interfere with his work in the past and was cursed and cast out.
But… what kind of curse was that?
“You can’t even imagine the humiliation I suffered after that day! The pain of having my dignity and self-respect as an intellectual shattered to pieces! I cried every night. To overcome the whispers of the devil that dominated my mind.”
A growling sound.
“But I lost every time! I had to kneel down every day because of that disgusting urge. No matter what I ate, I would just vomit, and no medicine would help. Such a curse should not exist in this world. It was a terrible mistake for the committee to save you and sentence you to reeducation through labor!”
Minjun thought as he prepared another attack instead of the curse that didn’t work.
I guess it wasn’t a kidney stone?
Well, that curse is the kind that can be treated if you go to the hospital. If you wanted to torment the troll for a long time, you would have to affect his mind…
“It is a sad reality that I cannot kill you with my own hands! But at least I will not let you regain your freedom! If you are this evil even without your memories, then how terrible a monster will you become when you return to your original state!”
Flying with a scream.
The troll’s gigantic body moved incredibly fast. Flashes of light rushed out, leaving behind a shockwave that tore through the wind. It was a violent momentum. Almost simultaneously, a shadow boiling from Minjun’s back covered his entire body.
crash.
visor!
What followed was an onslaught of speed that ordinary people could not even follow with their eyes. Sparks flew and a loud noise rang out whenever darkness and metal collided.
Contrary to his will, the black energy and the eerie flash that burned space could not reach Minjun. The troll thought it was because he could not fully exert his power due to the limitation of not killing.
But as the attack and defense continue, a clear flow becomes visible to the prisoners’ eyes.
‘This is!’
The black-skinned troll felt the rage that had been burning his body slowly fading away. Instead, it was replaced by suspicion and eerieness.
‘Didn’t you say that the most threatening talent is the curse series?!’
That was the perception of most Earth prisoners who were afraid of Asif-666 and called him a monster.
Unlike the previous dimension, Minjun had rarely performed group missions with the prisoners here. It was a different civilization, and the social conditions were completely different.
So most of them haven’t seen Minjun fight like this.
‘What kind of wizard is that!’
Minjun, who had his entire body wrapped in shadow, moved at a speed that rivaled that of the Weapon Master Troll and counterattacked with unmatched strength.
Moreover, his shadow, which became his body and weapon, launched attacks that were freer and more irregular than the sword. Those two were the superior characteristics of the original sword. It stretched, curved, expanded, and poured out to the extent of piercing the opponent’s weakness.
But the shadow’s transformation was more than that. The moment the shadow of the left arm that had been barely able to be pushed away collapsed and poured down like rain, even the troll couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
So he decided not to distance himself from Minjun as much as possible. Decisions lead directly to action.
“Kuaaaah!”
Push with all your might.
Crash again.
visor!
Phagec!
The large sword with blazing black energy and Minjun’s arm covered in shadow collide and intersect.
Neither of their attacks leaned to one side, but remained fixed in that state. A close confrontation. A tense power struggle ensued.
“Ugh!”
The troll looked incredulous.
The wizard is not pushed by force.
“Hey, crazy!”
The troll put all its weight on the sword and radiated incredible strength. The strength of a person with supernatural powers surpassed that of an ordinary troll. Then, the troll’s posture naturally leaned forward. The troll’s face came right up to Minjun’s eyes.
It was then that a “thud!” sound was heard from Minjun’s mouth.
“?!”
The tongue cut off by the sharp teeth melts in the mouth and turns into flames. The troll head that was pushed in so much that you could feel the unpleasant air blowing out of its nose. Minjun opened his mouth while glaring at it.
And blow with all your might.
Phew!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
“Kwaaah!”
Blood-red fire spewed out between the lips.
The moment the condensed flames cover the troll’s face, Minjun immediately pulls his body out.
The little thing collapsed with a loud scream.
Originally, even if you were a troll, you couldn’t avoid instant death if you were hit like this. Of course, since it’s a flame that can melt even steel.
However, Minjun had no doubt that his opponent would win without dying. Considering the artifact function that his opponent was wearing, there was no way that the destructive power of this magic would be transmitted as is. It blocked a significant portion of the heat.
However, just like humans, trolls have particularly delicate mucous membranes on their faces. Even if the heat that their rough, tough hide can withstand hits that area directly, it will cause significant damage.
Where is that place···.
“Eww! My eyes! My throat is sore!”
Even the troll’s regenerative powers cannot immediately regenerate the evaporated glass. Minjun approaches leisurely. Then, he dismantles the artifacts all over the prisoner’s body. Sparks and flames fly from his touched hands, but he doesn’t care.
Looking down from so close, something I had forgotten suddenly came to mind.
‘Oh, I remember what the curse was!’
I remembered what curse I had put on the troll a long time ago, when I got close and looked at its face.
It was coprophagia.
“Blessing··· Revenge··· Surely blessing···!”
Minjun swung his dagger down without hesitation onto the shoulder of the troll who had lost his resistance to curses.
Phew!
Then, a terrible scream echoed through the night sky of the port city. It was a scream that even the highly pain-resistant race could not utter, even under severe torture.
‘It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a troll cry.’
After the opponent is knocked out, he pulls out his sword. He swings the blade to shake off the blood.
‘Another one done. Okay, next one!’
Minjun turned around and was about to leave to find his next prey.
“······.”
He turned around as if something had occurred to him and stared at the troll again. Then his lips moved and he uttered a few words of incantation.
The completed curse envelops the unconscious troll.
‘Since I put a curse on them so clumsily, there are people who bother me and say they want revenge. From now on, I’ll make sure to step on them properly. So that they don’t even dare think about revenge.’
Just like the shepherd at the strip bar who peed his pants and ran away as soon as he saw him… I thought I had to give him an experience that would make him tremble and run away immediately if he saw him again in the future.
After the curse he had created with such determination and resolve took control of the troll’s body, Minjun tried to bury himself in the darkness again.
That was when.
“We’re a little late.”
Minjun clicks his tongue.
Four prisoners block his path.
Among them, Asif-1,319,552 declared with a cold gaze.
“The insidious hit and run ends here.”
Minjun stared at the recognition number floating above his head with a stern expression.
< 87. Hell of Disbelief (15) > End
