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Crack!
"Hmm. It has improved quite a lot. Shall we conclude the training here and move on to the main topic?"
"Ye-yes, I understand…."
Rustle, rustle,
His pronunciation was badly slurred due to his shattered teeth piercing his tongue.
As he lifted his head embedded in the thick wooden floor, he saw his crumbled teeth falling out from where his cheek was torn. The sensation of firmness tingled up from the roots of the teeth pouring out.
‘Ugh, I'm not even a shark.'
Even from my perspective, the scene was grotesque, let alone for soone watching it from the front.
My crushed eye regrew, and after rubbing it for a while, the Great Mother was inspecting my tattered body with her one remaining eye up close.
"Although I heard the explanation….. It's a rare scene even for soone like who could be considered long-lived."
"Ye-yes. It's kind of gross. I an, I'm not a shark or anything."
"That's not what I'm saying. The limbs torn apart by my hands, the crushed flesh. There's nothing particularly abominable about it."
It was a boast, this human.
"What I am talking about is the style of your combat. It's an interesting combination, capable of withstanding so damage, swift and aggressive like the Haram monks. It even gave the chills."
"Ah, yes…."
"Hmm? Aren't you pleased? Almost no one has received praise from for their physical prowess in over 70 years."
Well, it's a bit complicated. Because even I don't understand how it's all happening.
In the morning too, and even after being dragged out again after eating.
After exerting myself until I was utterly drained, I definitely felt it.
My movents were following so mory without my knowledge.
‘The skill book given by the Archbishop…. Was it called the Radiant Fist? It seed to end with just an assist effect typical of swordsmanship or martial arts systems.'
Typically, the effect of a skill book in swordsmanship or martial arts is to guide the body along the path of the technique with a sensation like being pushed by a magnet and to apply various enhancent effects.
Now that I think about it calmly, all that had co into my mind. Not like a mory of ‘Oh, I should do this here!' but more like dragging and dropping a compressed file all at once. Although I have no mory of learning it, it definitely had a place in the back of my unconscious. So deeply ingrained that my hand naturally followed that trajectory even when I desperately reached out.
‘It's probably related to being halfway to an NPC. I started living the way the inhabitants of this world do.’
It wasn't hard to guess why this phenonon occurred.
If we assu that all the vibrant NPCs in this GG world were created based on the data of users who passed through here,
The data of Mr. A, who lived his life as a salaryman and then worked only in Do's production line until his death after the apocalypse,
Was transford into sothing like,
‘A sensitive and fastidious innkeeper who turns out to be a retired sword master with a lot of affection.'
It was a technique of naturally injecting mories, like the skill that had entered his mind now. Editing human mories to store them wholesale was simply another step.
‘Hmm, manipulating a person's only mories. It's quite scary… But honestly, a bit exciting?’
No wonder I was keeping up so well in a fight against a top-tier hero unit. Even if the Great Mother had manipulated the odds in my favor, such a high-class combat would have been impossible without this upgrade. I was moving my body and thinking, ‘? Did I do that?'
But will these inserted mories co with when I go outside?
If, having lived my life as a gunman and only learned fighting and grappling as a hobby, I acquire close combat skills strong enough to withstand a 300-year-old elven monster?
Whiff, whoof!
I swung my fist while lying on the wooden floor. The description of ‘speed of light or sothing' didn't seem to be a lie as my fist moved swiftly and sharply.
‘I don't know what this Radiant thing is, but it feels like a mix of Krav Maga and Jeet Kune Do…’
Imagine taking this with . Well, my body might be a bit of an issue, so let's say I go back to my original form, almost like mounting a robot.
In a large laboratory that seems cramped just by its presence, a monster whose sheer dying form can only suggest the powerful strength it once held, is not moving haphazardly but displaying precise movents with its strong physique.
Dodging tank shells with weaving, breaking orbits with low kicks, and popping tank turrets off with uppercuts…
‘Wow, that's insane.’
Crazy. The romance boils over. If I get out, maybe it would be nice to live a few months in that monstrous body I saw in videos, like the robot cartoons I watched as a kid.
Honestly, Vex, with just a knife, crawling in and coming out bloody soon after was kind of cool with that [Clear] signal. I wanted to try sothing like that too.
‘I want to go out. I want to go out and check!'
Of course, right now, it's a far-fetched dream. I need to sohow clear this World 3 to find a solution.
Crack, creak! Creak!
"Ugh, oh my back."
"One of them, too. Even I am getting old, yet I stay put, but why do you do the sa, young one?"
"Age doesn't matter when you're kicked hard enough to bend your back like a bow. Ah, or isn't that so? Usually, you'd die from such a kick."
Having confird that his severed spine was slowly getting back in place, Professor rose to his feet and spoke to the Great Mother.
"Ugh. I'm recovered enough to discuss things, so let's get to this ‘main point' you ntioned. You surely didn't call here just to beat up, did you?"
It seed like going down with the Great Mother wasn't going to work out.
Having rested enough, and the group having regained most of their spent energy by now, it was ti to get to work. In Roderick, they must still be holding back Mute who keeps charging at them relentlessly.
At my words, the Great Mother gave a knowing smile and casually sat down beside sprawled on the ground.
"Right. We can't just play forever. Before we speak, I have a question. There are two ways I can think of to reach the Elven Forest right now. Do you prefer the easy way or the hard way?"
Hmm. The Great Mother's face bore a mischievous expression like ‘I've had a bad idea!'. What could this possibly be about?
"Of course… the easy way would be preferable, wouldn't it? If it ans getting reinforcents sooner to head down to Roderick?"
As soon as she heard this, the Great Mother grinned as if she had been waiting for that answer.
"The easy way, huh. Are you really satisfied with that? You might regret hearing it."
"Since the ribs were divided into 24 pieces this morning, I've been regretting coming here already, so just tell . Why all the suspense?"
"Well…"
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Cough.
Upon hearing the Great Mother's words, I felt the urge to go back in ti and beat myself up for getting involved in this matter.
The Great Mother was right again. It would have been much better not to hear that solution.
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"It's taking longer than expected?"
"Mm. That Great Mother elf and the captain are both formidable. They must have a lot to discuss, whether it's through words or fists. Seeing wood chips flying like a sumr shower, it seems to be more of the latter."
After breakfast.
While Professor was dragged off by the Great Mother to receive a bloody lecture on ‘the difference between familiarity and respect for one's elders,' the rest of the party relaxed below, engaging with the elves around them or organizing the elven goods they had purchased from the village.
Soon after, much like on the first day, the wooden floor slid down the trunk of the tree, and down ca Professor and the Great Mother, both with faces like they had eaten sothing foul.
A grim Professor Park was a bad on. He was usually transparent with his emotions unless he specifically tried to hide them.
After coming down, Professor scrubbed his bloodied face clean with water flowing down a nearby branch, then strode over to where the group was.
"I'm back-"
"Uh-huh. Looks like you've had a rough ti. So, what did the Great Mother say? Did she agree to guide us to the Elven Forest? Did she assign a guide?"
"Well, it's gotten a bit complicated."
"Complicated how?"
At Ottman's repeated inquiry, Professor scowled and replied.
"She said she doesn't know."
"…What?"
"The Great Mother also said she can't pinpoint exactly where they are inside the Elven Forest. It's as if the mont they leave their communal consciousness, they lose the right to enter deeper into the forest's enchantnts."
"That's serious! We've wasted days getting here, and even the local elves don't know! Should we turn towards the deserts of the west right now?"
"Gwok. I hate hot places. I prefer the forest."
"I completely agree with Notum's words. The souls of those who live in the desert have strange things embedded in them, making them quite unpleasant to look at. It's like remnants of the ancient tis that should have vanished long ago. Ugh, I really don't want to head to a desert nation."
The group murmured at Ottman's words.
Indeed, if Roderick fell, the entire eastern Blue Line would practically beco a battlefield. Heading back through the long route to the desert wasn't just about the ti; the ordeal was visibly going to be enormous. As crises loom, borders tighten, security wavers, and all of it would impede travelers on long journeys.
"That's not it. Rember, I said it got ‘complicated.' If the Great Mother had simply said she couldn't help because she didn't know, I'd say the plan was ssed up. But there is a way, it's just… um…"
"Just?"
"It's ssed up. Both options."
A sigh.
Professor struggled to speak as if he had stuffed a whole boiled sweet potato into his mouth.
Aldrich, frustrated by his hesitance, pushed him to continue.
"Isn't having options better than none? Stop beating around the bush and spit it out. Which is the lesser evil?"
"We're supposed to seek help from the Emperor of the Empire. Although not allies, the Empire's territory and the Elven Forest border each other, and over the years there have been both significant and minor interactions. The Emperor might know how to communicate with them."
"Ah, the Emperor you speak of? To regard him as if he were a re insect, is this about Agdan VII himself?"
"Well, there may not necessarily be a need for a face-to-face eting. I have an old connection, and I will write a letter of recomndation. Use that as a pretext to try and negotiate."
This letter of recomndation would be akin to a key item, much like the handwritten letters of the Archbishop. In the past, it was El-Farna, the great elf hero who had helped Agdan II rectify the foundations of the empire, which had been fragnting around high nobility, and who had also saved the human world from the undead legions that sward like clouds 70 years ago.
With the reputation of El Farna’s na and the Archbishop of the Church of Light, eting the Emperor from a distance was not entirely impossible.
However…
"The problem is, I don't know what that psychopathic emperor might demand in return for connecting us to the empire's hotline."
I can guarantee that just walking up to the emperor with a couple of letters would likely end with ‘I have received your letter. Now get lost, courier. Help? I have no intention of conversing with vermin who are of no help to the empire.’ The young emperor of the empire is known to have such a temperant. Even if he listens, he would probably demand sothing outrageous, like, having acquired a champion, demanding they complete 12 Herculean tasks before he would consider their request.
It would probably be a quest that involves slowly digging through the imperial nobility, backing oneself with so sort of power to converse with the emperor. Ah, already a headache. Explaining the benefits of allying with the powerful Ro Haram Church from the Blue Line East to the senile nobility of the empire, negotiating to rely ntion their nas in a conversation with the emperor, and dealing with a significant number of disgruntled nobles who co seeking a strong foreigner with the ability to converse with the emperor to possibly overthrow him….
Ugh, it's dreadful. Among GG’s quests, which are broadly categorized into ‘combat' and ‘non-combat', this is one of the ultimate ‘non-combat' quests. It's a quest suited for players who play as nobles equipped with skills like [Noble Rhetoric], [Cunning], [Eloquence], and [Pithy Cobacks].
Well, I am sowhat skilled in this area, so it's not like I absolutely can't do it….
Really, truly, I utterly despise it. I don’t have a masochistic preference to willingly throw myself into the decaying social circles of the empire among the rotting old nobility.
"Ugh. A conversation with the emperor… The forest elves know all too well that being at odds with the emperor does no good, so if it’s successful, it would certainly allow us to cross the boundaries of the forest. But the problem is ti, isn’t it?"
"It's ti."
Although there was reluctance, the main issue at this hour was the nobility of the empire, who aren't simply available for etings. If one isn’t known by a particularly distinguished na, one must build a reputation and go through a series of related quests to catch the eye of the nobility for a re five minutes of their ti. Even pushing through to et them based on a champion’s na value, getting them on board with my plan would take forever. In the anti, Roderick would be completely ruined and turned into a house of mourning.
In other words, regardless of difficulty, this thod was simply not feasible.
“I also have so connections with the empire as a mage of the Reedflow School, but… it seems difficult to proceed quickly. So, what’s this worse second option?”
"…"
Puhaaaa…
Professor exhaled a deep sigh as if wishing the ground would swallow him.
"Damn it, Captain. What’s with the suspense?"
"Damn it. It's sothing I hate even to ntion."
I wished it was a joke, the kind I hoped for.
"Now, go and find the only people who trade with the elves and seek their help. At least the forest elves show up to exchange goods, so et and talk to them there."
"….Hmm?"
The relaxed deanor of my companions upon hearing my suggestion made wonder why I had been so dramatically apprehensive.
"That's…. not a bad proposal, is it?"
The werewolf's expression seed to question why I had made such a fuss.
Certainly, when viewed ordinarily, one side was the emperor of the empire and the other side was rchants trading with elves. The difficulty of persuading them was clearly skewed towards one being significantly easier than the other.
The problem was that this was not an ordinary situation at all.
As everyone was filled with hope, Lucilla alone turned pale and spoke with a trembling voice. Apparently, being a rchant, she knew who those involved in bringing in elven-made goods were.
"Yo-you an trading with the forest elves… you're talking about ‘those’ people?"
"Yes. ‘Those’ people."
"No way. I'm out. I don't want to take such a risk…."
"Who are they that you make such a fuss? Are they barbaric nomads who kill people and scalp them?"
"Ha, that’s not even a fair comparison. Comparing barbarians on horseback to those people?"
"Enough, I can't stand it. Who are they? These elf traders you speak of!"
….Gulp.
That na, so burdenso to even ntion, had been danced around. I hated it, but it was the only viable option left.
"The Wind Mages."
"….What?"
"Mages, I'm talking about mages. Wind Mages. It’s said that rchants use Wind Mages to smuggle goods across the Blue Line, lifting trade items over the mountains in the sa way, trading with the elves. We’re supposed to et these mages and get into their trading apparatus to et the elves."
The ntion of mages restored so vitality to the faces of my companions, which then quickly faded.
Glancing sideways, my companions alternated looks between Aldrich, , and Ottman.
"Hmm, adding more mages here…."
"Considering the antics a single average mage gets up to in a month, if you gather this many mages and add another…."
"Yes, yes. Probably the concerns you all have will co to pass."
What will happen? No one knows. The truly frightening thing is that no one can predict what will happen the mont you're together with those mages.
Wind Mages, also known as Air Realm Mages, were notoriously unpredictable in character.
What if a Water Mage or a Fire Mage vanished before your eyes?
Ah, you could guess, "This one must be in the water," or "That one must be starting a fire sowhere."
Wind mages, however, were not such easily predictable beings. They were the kind who, just a second ago, might say, "I'm feeling like tomato soup today because my stomach's upset," only to demand, "Bring lamb steak and whole wheat bread, two servings of Paul Deneuve," as soon as the nu arrives.
Mages harboring wind attribute mana were the epito of the capricious nature often attributed to magicians. Like most mages, driven by the desire to beco one with the elent of the mana they wield, they were wanderers of the world, never staying in one place, embodying the spirit of roaming mages.
The Wind Mages, a sect without a magic tower, among the rarest of the four elental mages—water, fire, wind, earth—were central to what the Great Mother had called the ‘easier' thod.
"Let's go with persuading the emperor."
"I think the emperor sounds better, Captain."
"What?"
"Let's just get safely back to the caravan, please…."
When it was ti to declare the emperor's thod as virtually impossible, everyone unanimously recomnded it.
"….I'm sorry it has co to this."
"Aaaaah! Cursed be the guidance of mana! O currents of fate!"
"Grrr! It wasn't ant to be! If not for those slavers, we wouldn't have to endure such tragedy!"
"Sniff, sniff…. After all my efforts to save up money, to go like this without even getting to spend it…."
"….What?"
Regrettably, as I announced that we had no other choice, the group erupted in lantations, all except Notum, who still hadn't fully grasped the spicy nature of mages, just cocking her head in confusion.
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