Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Hot-Tempered Bro
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Segman had been living comfortably these past few days. As the prince of the Flowing Water Country, he broke the fastest record for the first layer of the Tower of Trial two days ago. This record was known among players as a clearance record, but to the natives of this world, it was an extrely sacred honor, referred to as a holy record.
This news had already spread to all the other countries in his world. Now, Segman was a great hero of the Flowing Water Country and the entire world, the most talented and powerful young genius under the age of thirty.
This was indisputable, and the Flowing Water Country had celebrated this event for a whole two days.
Segman basked in joy for two entire days until one of his servants hurriedly ca to him with bad news.
That being…
“Prince Segman! The holy record for the second ranking of the first layer of the Tower of Trial has been broken! It’s the holy record set by your ntor, Pru!” The servant’s voice sounded fearful.
“Who?”
Upon hearing this news, Segman knocked over all the bottles of wine around him. After casting a Clarity Technique on himself, he quickly sobered up from his drunken state.
“This… this…” The servant hesitated, seemingly struggling with whether or not to speak the truth.
“Quickly, tell who it is! The brutes from the Dark Fla Country or the clowns from the Thunder Country? Give their exact nas! Who is it?”
Segman valued this information highly, as the second place holy record was set by his ntor in his pri. Segman broke it with the assistance of over twenty sacred artifacts and so little-known clearing techniques.
He knew people from other countries wouldn’t sit idly by! Breaking the second holy record was a threat to him.
“Your Highness, this… I…”
“Speak! Everyone who creates a holy record has their na inscribed on the Honor Stele! You co to report this and don’t even rember the na? Speak quickly!” Segman hoped to hear the nas of so of his old rivals so he could prepare a response.
“The na of the creator of the second place holy record for the first layer is… Tonight Your Mom Dies, Black Pot Cooked at, Furry Rabbit, Rain Song, Mo Shigui, and Dog Barking Mama,” the servant said with a trembling voice, informing Prince Segman of the nas listed on the Honor Stele in second place.
“What did you say?” Prince Segman questioned whether his Clarity Technique was malfunctioning, still not fully sober himself. But what the servant said didn’t sound like nas; instead, it seed like insults to him and his mother.
“These are the nas that appeared on the Honor Stele,” the servant said anxiously.
“What? Say them again,” Segman demanded. He insisted on hearing the nas directly from the servant’s mouth, his expression warning that failing to convey the ssage clearly could be life-threatening.
“This… this… the second na on the Honor Stele for the first layer is Tonight Your Mom Dies.”
“What did you say?”
“Tonight Your Mom Dies,” the servant felt his brain getting tense beyond control, and so was his mouth.
“Say it one more ti!”
“Your Mom Dies.”
“Are you insulting ?” Prince Segman finally realized, “You’re not just insulting ! You’re also insulting my mother?”
“Your… Your Highness! I dare not! The na on the Honor Stele is indeed this,” the servant panicked, falling to his knees with his forehead touching the ground, his whole body trembling.
“Listen up! Insulting the royal family is a grievous cri that can get you executed! I don’t know which country’s prince sent you to humiliate , but you have one last chance to truthfully report the nas on the Honor Stele, starting from the last na in second place!” Segman said each word with a tone already tinged with murderous intent.
“The last one, the last one…” The servant’s brain was about to seize up. In his panic, he glanced at the list in his hand, not thinking, and blurted out, “Dog Barking?”
“Guards! Bring a sword!”
Segman could no longer tolerate it. A nearby knight handed him a Longsword, and Segman decided to execute the insubordinate servant on the spot.
“Your Highness! These really are the nas that just appeared on the Honor Stele,” the servant wailed in nearly despair.
Just as Segman was about to draw the sword to execute the servant, his ntor, the old Mage Pru, hurriedly arrived.
“Prince Segman, Prince Segman! Your servant speaks the truth,” the old Mage said.
“What truth?” Segman did not understand what the old Mage ant.
“In the past two days, many new adventurers have appeared in the realm of the Tower of Trial. The records on the Honor Stele for the first layer have been continuously refreshed, with so inexplicable nas showing up,” the old Mage quickly explained.
“Inexplicable nas? ntor, the Tower of Trial only records everyone’s true nas; no one in the world would choose such nas.”
Segman referred to nas like ‘Tonight Your Mom Dies.’
“Maybe there really are people, and more than one,” the old Mage smoothed his beard and motioned Segman to follow him, saying, “The area outside the Tower of Trial has beco very lively, almost like a marketplace now.”
“A marketplace? We have a limited ti to enter the realm of the Tower of Trial! Who would be bored enough to set up a shop there?”
Segman heard this and stopped arguing with his ntor. He followed him out of the room directly, leaving the servant who delivered the news collapsed on the ground.
They directly transported through the illusion gate to the plane where the Tower of Trial stood.
In just two days, the scene before Segman looked completely different. Wherever his eyes could see, there were human figures dressed in various strange attires. Segman could vaguely identify that one or two were dressed like Mages.
He even saw soone with a horse’s head jumping around.
What is this? Had the portal to the Tower of Trial been discovered by a group of lunatics?
Segman had no mood to think further. He and his ntor walked with darkened faces to the Honor Stele of the Tower of Trial.
The na of the first-ranked record of the first layer still belonged to him and his comrades. This brought Segman a slight relief as the second place was still a full two minutes behind.
Don’t underestimate these two minutes. His ntor Pru’s forr top-ranked holy record stood unchallenged for twenty years until he was born and ca of age.
Segman expected his newly set holy record to last for decades, perhaps forever, for his descendants to admire.
This wish could have been fulfilled… until strange nas began appearing on the Honor Stele. Segman felt threatened.
“What’s with these strange nas?” Segman looked closely at the nas in second place on the Honor Stele. The servant was indeed right; the second-ranked team’s leading na was ‘Tonight Your Mom Dies.’
“I… can’t explain,” the old Mage shook his head with a puzzled look.
Just as he wanted to find out where these bizarre people ca from, a devastating announcent struck the ears of both the old Mage and Segman.
‘Congratulations to Mo Shigui, Rain Song, Furry Rabbit, Tonight Your Mom Dies, Dog Barking Mama, and Hilze’er Wicetone for breaking the Tower of Trial’s Steel Insect Nest speedrun record with a ti of thirty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, currently ranked first!’
“This voice… wait, has my holy record been broken?” Segman had never heard this strange female voice before. She wasn’t even speaking their language, yet he understood it perfectly.
In the past, breaking a holy record would be reflected only on the stele. But now, his focus was on his previously held top record being broken!
As Segman watched his na being erased from first place on the Honor Stele, those bizarre nas pushing him to second, he widened his eyes, a mix of shock and fury enveloping him, especially when he saw the familiar na, Hilze’er…
Hilze’er was the prince of the Dark Fla Country, his absolute arch-enemy.
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