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“Kwaaak!”
As soon as Bisil, who was slowly regaining consciousness, realized that her head was burning, she let out a desperate scream.
Regardless, Dojin kicked and pushed the struggling Bisil away.
The remaining three were speechless at Dojin’s outrage, but they came to their senses belatedly and started making a fuss.
“Heel! Heel first!”
“You crazy kid! You set people’s faces on fire?”
Dojin almost burst out laughing.
That’s all the guys who tried to kill people to steal their items said.
What’s the difference between stabbing someone to death or burning someone to death?
In reality, brutal murder would be worse, but this is virtual reality.
The pain you feel when you set your face on fire like that is at best a low-temperature burn based on normal settings.
You might suffer from PTSD from the visceral experience of your face burning and the heat rushing into your lungs with every breath, but that’s the kind of thing that those who try to strike first have to take.
“You idiot, you’re kidding.”
Dojin stepped over Bisil, who was scratching his burning face, more scared of the situation than the pain, and threw oil in front of the guys who were trying to rush at him.
Those who were watching in real time the corpse of their friend dying with a burning face and a Ghost Rider-like appearance stepped back in shock as if they had been sprinkled with hydrochloric acid.
‘You idiots. If you just rush in prepared to get burned, you can easily win.’
The friends of the idiot who were burning in real time were other idiots.
This too may be magic. The magic of each other.
Dojin, who was coldly mocking, this time pulled out Bisil’s dagger that was stuck in his left hand and threw it away.
The target was a healer who was casting recovery magic with a pale face.
Anyway, since it wasn’t equipped, the equipment captured this way is at best good for throwing iron pieces.
“Whoa!”
In a virtual world that feels more realistic than reality, it was rare for a newbie to take all of that into account when moving.
As expected, the healer instinctively rolled over upon seeing the flying maggot, and the healing spell being cast flew into the air.
In the meantime, the human log that had been wriggling like an insect stopped moving.
When I glanced at Bisil’s head, it looked similar to Munch’s painting The Scream.
The only difference was that his face and hands were blackened and covered in grease, making him look a little more hideous than the people in the famous paintings.
Dojin kicked Bisil’s body with his foot.
Then he quietly turned his gaze to the living.
The men, tired of the emotionless eyes, take a step back.
“What should I do?”
What should we do? This was the question that all three of them had at the same time.
The answer to that question came back immediately.
“It seems like there is no hope for you now.”
Four may be difficult, but three is no problem.
Would a wolf with its tail tucked in due to momentum have any chance of winning?
Moreover, these are just puppies of wild dogs that are worse than wolves.
They are so ugly that they resemble beasts even in their fear of fire.
This time, it was not the frightened beasts but Dojin who made the first move.
Dojin first covered the healer with a waterfall of fire created by pouring about half of the remaining oil, killing him.
Only then did the two warriors rush in, willing to risk being burned, but it was a decision that was too late.
Dojin responded to those who were rushing in with a path that was embarrassing to even call a joint attack by creating a flash of “light.”
“omg!”
Before the man who had flinched from the sudden burst of lightning could do anything, a series of attacks that flowed like water turned him into a dancing fireball.
“Eww!”
Then the last one jumped out from behind his burning comrades.
It seemed as if he was waiting for an opportunity to strike, aiming for just one room, and he was ready to attack.
A situation where the opponent has the upper hand in both strength and speed.
It’s too late to avoid it.
The moment I thought that, a thorn dug into my right shoulder.
Phew.
Blood spurted out heavily.
If it had gone in just a little further, it would have hit right through the center of the chest and killed him instantly.
Considering the average defense of a wizard, that’s what it should have been.
But that didn’t happen.
“Why, why… … ?”
A look of bewilderment at the toughness of the handle that was hard to believe for a wizard of similar level.
Dojin answered kindly.
“I was really focused on physical strength.”
Dojin, who had invested all of the bonus points earned through leveling up into stamina, had defense and HP that were incomparable to those of wizards of the same level.
Unlike other wizards who fall down easily after being stabbed once, he has no choice but to be tougher.
Not knowing that fact, he rushed in thinking that he only had to hit once, so the ignorant one’s defeat was inevitable.
“If you happen to run into me somewhere, it would be best to avoid me.”
You can’t light the oil on fire because it’s so close.
All I do is pour as much mana as I can into the current magic circuit and project the strongest firepower I can create.
But that was enough.
Even if you only increase stamina, the total amount of intelligence obtained through other routes is similar to that of stamina.
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It meant that the power of magic that Dojin used with determination could not be weak.
Phew.
Flames burst out as if exploding from the hand covering the enemy’s face.
dump.
The last stray dog pup fell to the ground.
Among the dead enemies, Dojin took out a cigarette.
And he lit the corpse, which was burning brilliantly, using a match.
The magic circuit, which had been overheated from the sudden burst of firepower, began to stabilize.
“Phew… … .”
Dojin, who had smoked with satisfaction, muttered in a low voice.
“Don’t play games with this taste.”
Dojin was a user who loved PVP as much as PVE.
* * *
Dojin, who enjoyed the victory and burned a cigarette to cool down his magic circuit, checked the spoils left behind by Bisil and his men.
Neutral users will lose items with a certain probability when they die, but chaotic users who commit murder (PK) will definitely lose items when they die.
‘You’re holding something pretty useful, aren’t you?’
As expected, when I looked at the spot where the healer died, a shiny ring caught my eye.
It was a ring that increased maximum mana, either because it was equipped or because it was stolen from another user.
It is a useful option that can earn you tens of thousands of won even if you sell it right away.
‘Hey kid, I’m a little upset.’
Dojin, who is delighted at the misfortune of those who dared to attack him, checks out the next loot.
‘The two warriors are nothing special.’
The two warriors only had the usual gear items dropped by Kobolds.
So now all that was left was the one thief, Bisil.
“What? It’s already gone.”
After some time, Bisil’s body disappeared.
However, the items he left behind were still there where the body had been.
However, judging by its shape, it was simply a piece of metal.
A common piece of scrap metal that the Kobolds have collected from various places.
A chaos user died and only dropped junk items?
“Did you save a country in your past life or something?”
[Mysterious bronze sculpture imbued with magic]
… I thought it was that, but when I picked it up, it wasn’t.
“…This is here?”
The identity of the piece of iron left behind by the thief was an entrance ticket to a hidden dungeon that was dropped by monsters around Jeron with an extremely low probability.
* * *
A piece of scrap metal that would seem like an expensive piece of junk at best to someone who doesn’t know what it’s used for.
However, Dojin knew that this was the key to unlocking the barrier of the hidden dungeon,
I know where the dungeon is, and I have the key.
Now, if you just clear the stage, you can get all the hot rewards without leaving anything behind.
The level will also increase steadily, which will be of great help in achieving the growth target.
There was just one problem.
‘Even after it changed to a regular dungeon, the difficulty was still quite high… If it’s a hidden dungeon, it’ll be difficult to do it alone, right?’
It is the difficult difficulty level and the party play that becomes essential because of it.
Why is that a problem?
Of course it’s a problem.
The problem was that I had to share the opportunity to conquer the hidden dungeon with someone.
Dojin felt his stomach hurt just thinking about it.
Dojin, who felt uncomfortable just thinking about it, began to think seriously.
How can I eat all this goodness by myself and not share it with anyone?
Throwing a party is absolutely the last priority.
Because there is a high risk of getting hit in the back of the head, and I don’t want to share the reward.
Hiring NPC mercenaries is also on hold.
Money is money, but most of the low-level mercenaries and low-level adventurers are just thugs with swords because they have nothing better to do.
The chances of getting stabbed are actually higher for you.
So does that mean I have no choice but to level up to a level where I can conquer it on my own?
‘I guess there’s nothing I can do. It’ll take some time to clear the stage after reaching the appropriate level, but it’s better than splitting the rewards with my party members… ‘
“It would be nice to have a capable slave who can be used as I please right now.”
Wait a minute. Slave… … ?
Dojin’s expression, which had been muttering useless words, became strange.
As I thought about it, it happened.
A slave who doesn’t necessarily need to be given a reward, who is unlikely to hit you in the back or stab you in the back, and who has outstanding abilities as of now.
‘What was the Imperial Tower’s yellow surface like?’
Since his return, Dojin has encountered only two magicians from the Imperial Tower of Eltomagia.
Zion Grace, the pinnacle of Eltomagia, and Sisala Omen, who is at a similar level to the bottom, if not the bottom.
Of the two, the yellow one was obviously Sisala.
That is, the slave that Dojin thought of was Sisala.
Of course, the slave’s own will was not reflected, but that didn’t matter.
Dojin was confident that he could use her, and then she became a slave.
It was established that they were being used, and what mattered was the slave’s ability.
‘If it’s yellow, it’s at least a 4 star wizard.’
A 4-star wizard, and a wizard belonging to Eltomagia at that, would be well over level 50 if he were a user.
Dojin applauded inwardly.
It was a round of applause for myself for finding a way to easily clear the hidden dungeon where monsters with an average level of 30 appeared.
* * *
The lower the rank of a wizard in Eltomagia, the busier he is.
Unlike the blue-ranked and above magicians who only focus on their own research and only have to worry about the occasional major event in the magic world, there is an enormous amount of work to do.
Basically, training and studying for your own development are the basics.
In addition to that, you have to carry out the tasks given to you as a wizard of Eltomagia, and if you are given the role of assistant to a high-ranking wizard, you will not even have time to breathe.
If we compare it to modern times, it would be easy to understand if we think of it as being similar to an intern or resident at a university hospital.
“Ugh… I’m really going to die like this… … .”
This situation was no different for Sisala Omen, who was staggering along the wide corridor.
No, she had been stuck in the Yellow Order for four years without being promoted, and her situation was even worse than that of other wizards of similar rank.
It was revealed that his once sparkling talent was a fake with an upper limit, and his magical achievements have remained stagnant since becoming a 4-star wizard at the age of 17.
It would be better if he had money, power, connections and connections to cover up his talent, but Sisalah was a commoner and an orphan.
“Ugh.”
Could it be that gloomy thoughts are causing fatigue?
An unbearable dizziness came over her.
She staggered and crouched down, supporting herself against the floor to keep herself from falling.
“ha…….”
A deep fatigue seeped out from his exhaled breath.
I don’t know how many days I haven’t slept in a while.
It couldn’t be helped, because she was currently taking on a level of chores that was difficult for her to handle.
Normally, these were things that the red-crowned magicians who had just entered Eltomagia had to do, but if you wanted to somehow catch the eye of a high-ranking magician and become an official assistant, you had to do something like this.
‘When I was young, I thought I was a genius… … .’
What if I had just stayed at the Academy? As I was thinking about the habitual regrets that I have several times a day, someone called Sisala.
“Sishala Omen?”
“… Rene.”
Across the hallway, you see Rene Dasia with a cold expression on his face.
As expected of a wealthy noblewoman, Renee walked in with a nervous demeanor, wearing expensive and splendid robes.
“Sisala Omen, what are we going to do if we stay here like this? It’s almost time to start the experiment. Don’t you know how angry Viego gets if he can’t start the experiment on time?”
Even though it was obvious at first glance that something was not right, Rene continued to criticize Sisala without hesitation.
This attitude persists even though the hierarchy is lower.
But Sisala couldn’t say anything to Rene.
“I’ll get ready as quickly as I can. There’s still about 30 minutes left, so I’ll be able to get ready in time.”
Rene was one of the official assistants of the blue wizard Viego, and the preparation for the experiment mentioned now was a chore that Sisala had asked her to do.
“You’d better do this perfectly. If Viego gets really angry, he’ll stop doing all the other chores you’re doing. Keep that in mind.”
Even the time to look at Rene, who disappeared while blowing the cold wind, was a luxury for Sisala.
To meet the tight deadline, Sisala gritted her teeth and moved.
He was moving so busily that the inside of his robe was soaked with sweat.
After finishing the preparations, Sisala headed to the corner of the laboratory.
I waited for a while, just to make sure I got noticed when Viego showed up.
Perhaps, if I was really lucky, I had a glimmer of hope that I might be able to observe a magic experiment today.
After a few minutes of enduring the chills that came with the sweat cooling inside the robe, Viego showed up at exactly the right time, leading a swarm of assistants.
“hmm.”
He glanced around the neatly organized laboratory.
Then he found Sisala standing awkwardly in the corner and called her.
“you.”
“yes yes!”
Sisala, who had been directly pointed out for the first time since starting her duties, answered with anticipation.
What if I lose points because I was shaking my voice for no reason? I thought the same thing.
“Aren’t you going out? I have to start the experiment, but it’s bothering me.”
But what came back was a cold guest.
Rene’s voice, laughing with a kick, rang like tinnitus.
“…sorry.”
Sisala barely nodded and ran out into the hallway.
Sisala, who had been standing there blankly for a while, stared at the floor, tried to mutter brightly.
“… I guess it doesn’t hurt because I’m used to it.”
And inside, he gathered up the few happinesses he had.
At least this is the end of today’s schedule.
When I return to my room, I have about 3 hours of free time to sleep well.
If I give up one meal, wouldn’t it be okay to sleep in for 10 minutes? Same thing.
It was her own survival strategy to endure without being swayed by misfortune.
As I was walking, trying to console my heart that was tattered from the forced happiness that could not be comforted, I found myself in front of the room.
But just as I was about to open the door, the communication bracelet on my wrist started to glow.
“Please, just look at me… If I don’t sleep this time, I’m really going to die.”
It’s not just an urgent call. Sisala checks her bracelet, hoping earnestly.
The caller was the wizard on duty at the branch office today.
[“Sissala? There’s someone looking for you right now. His name is… Dojin. He’s a Regenian.”]
The moment I heard that name, memories from not long ago that had been pushed aside by the busy and miserable reality came to mind.
