Mutant Incident -3-
“Let’s do that.”
There is nothing to kneel down on.
He came out of hiding and stepped forward.
The phantom stares at me intently, like a person.
[Hey, let me ask you something.]
“Is that so?”
[Why are you causing trouble in someone else’s area?]
Someone else’s territory?
Where is your area within the contaminated facility?
······There was something that caught my eye.
“Is this the cleaners’ association?”
[Then what did you think?]
A ghostly figure asks again as if it is ridiculous.
I was silent for a moment.
Yeah, it was weird from the start.
6 members of the cleaning team become mutants?
In the meantime, there are no survivors?
The contaminated magic is overflowing into the passages, and all the electrical facilities inside are turned off?
There is only one reason.
terrorism.
And if it’s a terrorist attack at a polluted facility, the first suspect is the cleaners’ association.
“I didn’t know you would say that out loud. Why, are you confident that you can kill me here?”
Are you planning to kill and exterminate?
He held the shotgun and reached for the grenade launcher.
Of all things, it had to be a ghost.
The ammo I brought doesn’t go well with mine, but it’s better than not using it.
The phantom raised both its hands.
[I saw your performance well. To be honest, I thought you would have a hard time with the three mutants, but you took them down too easily. That’s why I hope you negotiate.]
“You want to negotiate?”
[Yes, we are always short of people.]
“huh?”
[I sincerely suggest this. Superman, if you have the fighting power of Superman, you are at the top of our association. You may not be the chairman or vice chairman, but you are definitely a director. Do you not want to join our association?]
“Why me?”
[otherwise······]
The phantom’s speech was muddled.
Instead, the other phantoms took a step forward simultaneously.
“Kiaak!”
Then he starts shaking all over and lets out a strange noise.
A scream without a mouth or vocal cords.
The cries of the hundreds of phantoms reflected off the concrete walls, creating a strange chorus.
[Because Superman will join as a corpse knight!]
A gloomy wind blows.
It is a wind that seems to be filled with vengeful spirits and curses, imbued with the magic unique to necromancers.
I rubbed the back of my neck, which was starting to feel sore.
The phantom shouted again through the speaker.
[You decide! Will you join voluntarily or will you join after death?]
“Slavery or death? This is so f*cking sick and f*cked up.”
[Hehehe. Of course not. Our association president favors talented people. He doesn’t treat someone like Superman like a slave. We will guarantee you a reasonable salary, reasonable work, and reasonable position. Once you come and work, you will be very satisfied.]
“This is my answer.”
Crunch!
I loaded a grenade into the grenade launcher.
A red light flashed across the ghost’s camera.
[You will regret it.]
“You’ll regret it. You messed with the wrong person.”
Phew!
Grenade launch.
It flies in an elongated parabola.
Passes right past the modified phantom and hits directly in the middle of the phantom group.
A loud bang and black dust rose up.
Shards of iron were ripping everything apart, but I wasn’t expecting much from the start.
‘The ghost body is strong against guns.’
The compatibility is not good.
The same goes for grenades and bombs.
I don’t know if I had brought high explosives or incendiary grenades, but all I brought were anti-personnel grenades and fragmentation grenades.
What good would it do to tear open the squishy interior of a piece of metal?
They will all regenerate unless you are lucky enough to break the magic chip.
As expected, it was like that.
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A dozen or so phantoms fell, but they were regenerated and stood up.
[Kuk ku.]
The modified phantom in the lead let out a mocking laugh.
[You’re going to confront me as a gunman? Hehe. Just be a corpse knight!]
Ss …
A phantom that approaches while lingering.
All directions, left, right, and forward, were blocked.
If you’re not careful, you could get crushed to death.
“joy.”
The tension is rising.
I shook it off with a snort.
Because I also had a corner of my faith.
Chae-Ang!
Draw your sword.
R-rated holy sword.
A strange light begins to flow through the sword.
The first reaction you see when you get the Holy Sword.
The sacred letters on the surface, the sacred metal inlaid with the letters, and the jewel decorating the tip of the sword resonated and emitted a clear holy light.
[no?]
A phantom that screams in shock.
[Seo, Holy Sword? Why is it here!]
Do you know the holy sword?
I twisted my lips and changed the trait.
Each and every characteristic was carefully considered, one drop at a time.
[Bankruptcy Law][Einherjar Law][Magic Heart]
[Pollution Resistance][Strength][Black Flame]
If you thought I was a gunslinger, you were completely wrong.
Now I am a warrior.
No, it’s a knight.
It’s so powerful that it can easily cut down synthetic zombies that crawl like slow-moving earthworms!
fault!
Kicked the ground.
Hold the holy sword with both hands.
The knowledge injected into the head and the images played back draw a single trajectory.
The trajectory overlapped with the phantom before my eyes.
Almost instinctively, he struck down the holy sword with the exact same movements he had practiced for the past few days.
Break the mountain!
A clean blow lands.
There was no need for a blow or a stab.
The bankruptcy process was demonstrated precisely.
A neatly drawn white light split the head exactly in half.
Ugh!
At the end of it, a magic chip was placed.
For a moment, a white and black light flashed.
The Holy Sword’s unique [Light] effect.
[Black Flame], which inflicts additional fire damage.
Not only did the two attributes destroy the magic chip, they also caused the internal magic circuits and the magic power they produced to go out of control.
pop!
A head that explodes like a bomb was placed inside and detonated.
Clumps of filth flew in all directions.
I also got my shit spilled right in front of me, but I ignored it.
There are too many phantoms to complain about being dirty.
There are so many of them that they look like a tidal wave of ghosts!
Crackle, crackle.
[This is ridiculous······]
The fallen speaker uttered those words and then stopped working.
Dismissal.
Move forward, trampling on the speakers.
“Kiaaaaaah!”
Ghosts approaching me, singing with their whole bodies.
But it’s just funny.
I took a deep breath and thrust my sword deeply.
Phew! Phew!
Penetrates both at once!
There was a small explosion.
These two were no different. They ended up with their heads splitting like watermelons, spewing out filth.
Cut, stab and slice!
Poke, stab, and cut!
He moved almost as if possessed.
Even though I was moving, I didn’t know how I was moving.
I just swing my sword and throw it like I trained, like I pictured it in my head.
Heat rose in the darkness.
Sweat evaporated in thin streams between the huffing and puffing sounds.
The magical power was being expressed to the extreme.
To the point where sweat turns into steam, and dirt turns into steam.
Bam!
Just now, I swung my holy sword down like an axe and killed the phantom.
I am not tired.
Even though he has already killed dozens of people, his body is still full of energy and his magical power is still overflowing.
of course.
If you feel like you’re getting tired, keep switching between [Vitality] traits, [Magic Recovery] traits, and if you feel like your magic power is too polluted, [Magic Stability] traits!
If it’s instantaneous firepower, it’s instantaneous firepower.
If it’s endurance, then it’s endurance.
I was on top of everything.
A fighting power that is hard to believe is level 2.
If we were to judge by force alone, I would already be a level 3 superhuman.
Enough to overwhelm the necromancer watching the situation from afar!
“Kiaak!”
“What a surprise!”
But the situation was not good.
Even though I had killed at least a few dozen of them, the phantoms continued to surge forward.
Due to tactics.
I gripped the holy sword tightly.
‘Once it’s done, it’s over.’
The phantom body is heavier than a person.
If a few dozen of them crush me, it’s over.
It is difficult to escape even if you use your strength and muscle mass.
‘Break through.’
Replace traits.
[Strength][Vitality][Running]
[Defense][Mattel][Patience]
A trait exclusively for muscle warriors.
Even pollution resistance was removed.
“Kiaaaaaah!”
Now, the ghosts have come right up to our noses.
I clenched my fists.
Crunch, crunch, the gloves roughly suck my blood.
The necklace was also twinkling with light.
Here’s the holy sword.
[Strength], [Healing], and [Holy Sword] are added to create a total of 9 characteristics.
‘I believe.’
I threw myself into the water, my mind racing.
I kick the ground with all my might and charge straight ahead!
I collided with a phantom.
Instead of stabbing with the holy sword, he pushed as if striking with his body.
Bam!
A small sip.
The phantom was pushed out as is.
The phantoms were standing in a dense scrum, but they could not withstand my one shot.
Thud! Thud!
It’s not like I’m just being taken advantage of.
They swing their arms like whips at me as I dig into their midst.
A chillingly cold and disgusting sensation passed through, ignoring the tracksuit and the protective suit.
Obviously the physical damage is minimal.
But every time I made contact, the polluted magic that seeped in and the rotten poison made my head spin.
“Eeeeek!”
If you stop here, you die.
Your internal organs are turned to mush by the overlapping polluted magic and poison!
Neither pollution resistance nor poison resistance can be used.
If you change the traits, you’ll be caught by them if you change them because it’s difficult!
“Eww!”
Screamed.
He gathered all the magical power in his body and let out a shout.
And squeeze out all your magic power.
Gather magical power from the heart, blood vessels, and organs and explode it all at once.
My legs got hot.
It feels like my whole body, from my waist to my hips and legs, is on fire.
The pain felt like a fever had returned.
Then, all of a sudden, it became cool, and wild magic ran through my veins like a wild horse.
As if a new path had been opened.
Like a highway engraved with a magic circuit!
Pfft!
My body floated up.
I pass by the phantoms that were so densely packed that it seemed impossible to pass through.
No, it went over my head.
It literally flies up and blasts you away.
Almost a dozen meters or so.
I barely managed to avoid hitting my head on the ceiling and came to my senses.
“Gasp, ugh.”
I was out of breath.
My heart was pounding like crazy and my hands were shaking.
[Leap] Trait!
The best trait and skill to escape from encirclement.
That wasn’t all.
As I focused my mind and aimed the holy sword from a distance, my magical powers activated on their own and I tried to push my body forward.
This is the [Charge] trait.
Charge and leap!
There was no way for those slow-moving phantoms like snails to catch me.
“Hehehe.”
As expected, trait conversion is a scam.
This is even more true when combined with Kim Jeon Sa’s blank physical abilities.
Easy to get, easy to erase, and easy to replace!
“asleep!”
Charge.
Split the head with the holy sword.
After equipping [Consecutive Strike], he launches the mountain cleaver fifteen times.
Shh! Shh shh shh shh!
White and black traces embroidered the world with their own colors.
A sight where rain appears to fall diagonally.
The phantoms with their magic chips torn apart collapsed into a mass of filth.
Kkaaa······ Kkaaa······
Is it because I’ve finished off so many ghosts?
The injected spirits are released and start to howl.
Grayish spirits hovered around me.
[Save me···············]
[That······lip·········]
[You······so······cold······]
[I······go······high······pa······]
But they can’t approach me.
It’s because of the holy sword.
The holy sword was still protecting me, emitting clear light.
Bam! Bam!
I walked through the damp passage without stopping.
Approach with a dash and fall with a leap.
Slash with the holy sword, and when your magic power runs out, take a short break to replenish it.
The phantoms were helpless in front of my mysterious movements.
There just wasn’t a scarecrow.
A training dummy that explodes when I strike it with my sword and explodes when I stab it.
“Hook, hoot, hoot!”
I’m not all right.
A number exceeding one hundred, close to two hundred.
It’s hard to do just 200 strikes. But think about striking and retreating, concentrating and using your magical power, and putting your soul into each strike to split the magical power chips.
I felt like I would collapse from exhaustion at any moment.
‘Not yet.’
I opened my eyes wide.
It’s not like I was going that far to end it here.
If I was going to die, if I was going to kneel, I would have hung myself the moment I landed in this shitty world!
“Eww!”
With a scream, he struck the neck of the last phantom.
A lump of mud falling down with a splash.
Polluted magic and rotten poison rose up.
My head was spinning, but I ignored it.
Instead, he split the magic chip into pieces and completely ended it.
“Ugh, ugh.”
It’s hard to breathe.
My whole body feels soaked in polluted magic and poison, eating me away.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Someone clapped.
“Wow, that’s great. I thought you were a gunman, but you’re a knight? You don’t seem to be from the Seventh Cult, so what cult are you from?”
“If you knew, would you spare my life?”
“No way. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll find out as I turn you into a corpse knight.”
The appearance is not visible.
Only the magical voice flutters and flutters.
[Einherjar Training Method][Magic Heart][Deep Breath]
[Magic Power Absorption][Magic Power Stabilization][Magic Power Recovery]
We need to take this opportunity to recover, even if only for a little while.
I concentrated my mind on my heart and used the Einherjar training method to its extreme.
Squeak, squeak.
A heart that hurts like it’s being torn apart.
A hot magical blood vessel that feels as hot as fire.
Blood gushing from the stomach and lungs.
I couldn’t rest for long.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps echoed from the direction where the voice had come from.
“under.”
I let out a short exclamation, as if sighing.
“If you’re confident, why don’t you try fighting yourself?”
“Where is the wizard in front of the warrior?
Two shadows are seen emerging from the darkness.
Corpse shield soldier and skeleton gunman.
An undead created by modifying a mutant.
A necromancer’s retinue hiding somewhere.
Judging from the state of modification, it is estimated to be level 2.
Those two alone are difficult to deal with, but if you add the hidden necromancer to the mix, things get dire.
“Then die.”
Shushushung!
A mass of black magic that flies in without warning.
Dark Arrow.
At the same time, a corpse shield soldier rushed towards me.
