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Bab 27: Chapter 7 Ignorant beginner

"This is ridiculous!"

Chung Il Hoon screamed.

He had never stopped Ahn Hyundo's decisions before but this time he couldn't stand by.

"The opponent is a beginner. Beginner swordsmen do not know how to properly use a sword in a fight!"

"Argh, Hoon! I did not ask you. I was talking to my opponent! You are going to interfere with my duel!"

Ahn Hyundo's voice rang throughout the dojo.

Honestly, nobody could stop Ahn Hyundo. If they tried, then they would be subject to a severe repercussion.

They could not afford to take that risk.

The instructors were silent, glancing to Lee Hyun to reject the proposal.

'It is better if you flee now than to get beaten.'

Competing with real swords.

When fighting with real swords, literally anyone, no matter how skilled, would be scared witless.

However, Lee Hyun stood his ground.

Ahn Hyundo applauded him.

"That's good. You didn't back off. Just like a real man. Sun Hoon, go up to my room and bring the two swords on the wall. Do you know where they are?"

"Boss…"

Matter had gotten worse.

The iron swords were great at cutting.

Chung Il Hoon sensed that the outcome of the fight would be relentlessly horrible.

'Sword'

Lee Hyun stood holding a sword.

He felt as though his mind was clear and he had woken up.

'Huh, why am I here?'

Lee Hyun had come from the hospital to go to the bookstore.

Then he saw the dojo.

He was not there to fight.

He just wanted to clear his mind of a little frustration.

Training and working up a good sweat was refreshing.

Challenging the dojo.

To compete with the sword.

Lee Hyun did not object.

Wooden sword vs. wooden sword.

It was a fair match.

There was no reason to refuse.

The first opponent was a little weak.

He felt that the opponent's technique was a little weak. Strength training was not necessarily the path to become stronger.

One should use the potential power of the muscles properly. It emerges when one utilizes breathing and core body flexibility.

The first opponent was lacking in that area.

Another challenger had appeared after the first opponent lost. Against a sword expert with a lot of experience, Lee Hyun looked for weak spots.

Defense-orientated swordsmanship.

However, it was not perfect.

In that very moment, he was able to find the flaw.

Considering the speed of the movement of the opponent's sword, Lee Hyun used that difference to attack the weak point.

'It's thanks to Royal Road. I've been fighting over tens of thousands of times.'

Virtual reality games.

In Royal Road, if everyone became a sword master, then the world would be full of strong people.

Most users typically relied on skills and the game instead of their own bodies to fight. Someone like Lee Hyun who had earnestly learned the sword to play the game was a rare find.

So he knocked down the second practitioner.

But then another challenger appeared.

'Why don't you want me to win? Why do they want to beat me?'

He was angry.

He did not know that his eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, provoking the others.

Tough like a beast!

Using all his strength until they were cornered.

He grasped the sword.

'Cool'

Lee Hyun shook his head as he took the sword.

As he took the sword, he could not remain still. At that moment, it felt as if every cell in his body was latching onto it.

Until now, he had felt as if he had been seeing everything at about 20%, about 5 times less than he was now.

Early in the morning, his body was normally extremely sensitive to everything around, he was stressed and in an agitated mood.

Lee Hyun calmly collected his breath.

He felt as if by simply holding the sword his mind had been cleaned.

Ahn Hyundo did not attack immediately.

Thanks to that, he was able to rest for a brief moment.

A very short moment.

He rested his muscles and blood vessels. The heart spread oxygen throughout his entire body.

In his hand, the sword felt very cold, but heat in his chest kept rising.

'So this is how it feels to hold a real sword.'

He did not seem to know why he was here and in this situation.

He had just come to have a sweat and could not believe what had happened.

'Surrender'

It was not worth it. There was no need to fight without having something to fight for and he could easily get injured holding the sword.

He apologized and admitted defeat, laying down the sword.

Then Ahn Hyundo examined Hyun Lee's eyes and said.

"Are you scared? Don't have the courage to fight? That's okay. The law of nature states that in the wilderness, wild beast turn tail and run when they meet someone stronger than them."

Lee Hyun was enraged.

He wanted to fight.

In a moment, a sharp came from his chest as he wielded the sword. (A sharp what?)

He had unwittingly decided to pick up the sword despite having fought over nine times.

Chaeaeaeng.

The sword let out a metallic sound.

The metal sword let out incredibly clear sounds.

Ahn Hyundo also took his sword lightly as he stepped back a step.

"It is better to put down a sword that you cannot swing. You have swung it once already but you swung it too hard. Care to try a second swing?"

Instead of answering, Lee Hyun swung the sword. It was about 60 percent the speed of the original swing but it was a good attack.

Jjanggang.

Gripping the iron, he could feel the subtle vibrations flowing to his fingertips.

Lee Hyun could hear the good, clear sound of the sword in his hand.

'This is a good sword.'

From listening to the sword, he felt as if it was part of his body. To some extent, he could tell how sharp the sword was and the small difference that made it a good sword.

Ahn Hyundo blocked Hyun Lee's attack very gently, and then raised the speed of his sword to attack.

However, because of the concern over bodily harm, it was possible for Lee Hyun to prevent the attack.

If there were swords flying towards the body from the front, then there was plenty of room to let them graze past.

Ahn Hyundo struck away Hyun Lee's sword like a tyrant.

His sword swung away from him. He pounced towards Lee Hyun as if he was a wild beast to kill.

Ahn Hyundo's sword came stabbing towards Hyun Lee's heart.

The sword!

'I do not want to die.'

Lee Hyun struck Ahn Hyundo's sword to interfere with its path.

His consideration toward his opponent's wellbeing had disappeared.

He struggled to avoid being hit with his colossal will to live.

A clear sound of the wind.

A flash of light would appear over their chests as the iron swords clashed.

The practitioners had their mouths hanging from their fierce attacks.

"In..instructors! This needs to be stopped, doesn't it?"

The practitioners asked anxiously.

Chung Il Hoon could not believe the current situation.

It was very difficult to subdue Lee Hyun without injuring him.

However, for Ahn Hyundo's level of proficiency, it was possible.

For him, it was a simple task of hitting the wrist, the sword hilt, or temporarily immobilizing by hitting a vital point on the forehead.

It was simple for Ahn Hyundo to put Lee Hyun in that state, but he did not have the slightest intention of letting him do so.

With goose bumps all over his skin, he was barely managing to survive.

'Instructors, think of something! Surely you have an idea of what to do…?'

'I don't think so. But why am I so anxious?' (first option)

Chung Il Hoon had not known what would have happened once the swords were brought into the situation. Once they were brought out, it was dangerous to try and stop the situation.

But soon he was able to relax and watch. The swords continued their exchanges.

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Hyun Lee's strength was being dragged out by pushing his will to live in front of a strong opponent.

More vigorously, stronger, faster.

These thoughts gradually awakened.

Lee Hyun had complete control of his own body. This caused his body to rebel.

Chung Il Hoon watched as Lee Hyun changed by beginning to penetrate deeper into the way of the sword.

The skilled practitioners could see it with their eyes but soon even the others began to feel something.

"Huh?"

"It's a little different."

"What has changed?"

Ahn Hyundo cut a path to prevent the attacks.

Diagonal slicing sword.

Lee Hyun lowered his body at the same time to avoid being stabbed by the sword, moving on instinct rather than thought. Lee Hyun struggled against Ahn Hyundo's outrageous sword fight without hesitation.

'Why are you having fun? This is a dangerous moment…!'

The corners of Hyun Lee's mouth curled into a smile.

Not knowing why himself, he decided to focus on the duel.

Sword fighting. Challenging others to a fight. The fight itself was good.

'I've been thinking too much. When I'm faced with a fight, I do not need to think…'

Swinging the sword felt good; when Lee Hyun moved towards Ahn Hyundo he swung his sword. His body began to show an unsteady reaction.

Lee Hyun let go of his sword completely exhausted, he had terrible muscle pain and his legs gave out and he could not stand.

"Drink this. It will calm your body down a little."

Ahn Hyundo gave him a cup of tea that had a deep and profound smell.

"This is good."

"Yes. This is wild ginseng tea from Baekdu Mountain."

"The price would be expensive…"

"There is nothing more precious than the body, don't you agree?"

"Yes, that's right."

Lee Hyun unreservedly drank the tea. He mixed a bottle every day.

It was good for the body.

"That's some good drinking. Have some more."

"Thank you. I'm thirsty and tired."

Lee Hyun drank five cups of tea.

Ahn Hyundo took the time to start a conversation.

"Ahem, I'm curious. This is the first time you have held a sword, correct?"

"Yes."

"You did not panic very much. However, for the dignity of the nine men you beat, did you learn the sword anywhere else?"

"That's not it. I learned the sword…"

He brought up the story of Royal Road.

How he mastered the sword while hunting monsters and how he had hit the scarecrow.

Lee Hyun did not trust others easily.

He did not open up to others because of the memories of how he had lived up till now. However, he seemed to somehow trust Ahn Hyundo.

During dark times, people tried to hide their problems. Ahn Hyundo helped people in need and people came to trust and rely on him. A man who believed that training was more valuable than a thousand words.

"I see. You must have had a difficult struggle to develop your swordsmanship."

"However, thanks to it, I have managed to learn the basics up to this extent."

"So you're telling me that there are really monsters? Living, moving monsters that you can catch for items and money…and you gain experience? Are there dragons?"

"Yes, yes there are."

"For now, you are tired, so go rest. I hope that you can come by the dojo sometime later so we can spar again sometime."

"Goodbye."

Lee Hyun finished his break and then left the dojo. Then Chung Il Hoon was surprised.

"Master you don't want to get him? So you have changed your mind of having him be your successor then."

"No, he's busy with his game."

"So you will just let him leave?"

"Leave him be for now. In time his skills will mature. I will watch him for the time being and guide him. However, this thing called Royal Road…"

When Ahn Hyundo was young, the idea about a fantasy world had been rampant. The idea of modern people traveling to another dimension to establish a fantasy kingdom!

Or meet the talented hero of legend. His journey as he travels the world with only his chivalry and practice his swordsmanship.

"There are monsters…and Wyverns and Dragons! So there are even Dragons too?"

"Yes? At least that's what I've heard. Nobody has managed to catch one yet though."

Chung Il Hoon replied a little nervously.

He seemed to have guessed what Ahn Hyundo was planning to do.

"Go into a fantasy world, become a hero of men, defeat Orcs, slay the dragons. Emperor? Becoming the Emperor? …hmmm!"

Ahn Hyundo's chest rose arduously.

It was the best place to learn the sword. The real question was how useful the sword actually was. Having learned the sword did not meet the desire for fame and riches.

"To fight monsters…Monsters threaten the humans so…Hoon!"

"Yes, Master."

"It requires a capsule right?"

"Yes it does."

"Order it!"

"Yes sir!"

Chung Il Hoon quickly took out his phone and ordered to have the capsule installed, which usually took two to three days most of the time. He made them install it the same day.

The capsule was installed just as he had demanded.

However there were 5 capsules instead of one.

"What is this?"

Under Ahn Hyundo's sharp gaze, Chung Il Hoon confessed.

"It is the duty of the disciples to follow the Master, is it not?"

"So you mean that you and the other guys are going to follow me into Royal Road?"

"Yes."

The instructors replied courageously.

"What about the dojo?"

"It's not like we're going off to a foreign country, and aren't there the secondary instructors?"

Ahn Hyundo chuckled.

"So it's such a nice game that you want to play as well huh?"

"Master! Please give us permission!"

"Then my name will be Geomchi, so Il Hoon you make yours Geomchi2."

"Yes sir."

"And you will be Geomchi3. Next, you can be Geomchi4 then."

"Yes."

In the Republic of Korea, the username of the disciples of the sword style was in numerical order.

"Keukkeuk."

"So I'm called Geomchi4…"

The other instructors tried to conceal their bursts of laughter, but they could not avert their fate either.

"Then the next name will be Geomchi5."

They leaned forward and gave their thanks to the teacher.

However, cold sweat broke out on their backs.

'What a childish name…'

'I would be so embarrassed to tell anyone my name wherever I go!'

Ahn Hyundo entered his capsule and made his account and character. Then he told his disciples his name and that he was starting in the Citadel of Serabourg of the Rosenheim Kingdom.

"Oh, this is surprising."

Geomchi accessed the world and stood in a single spot for a while.

"I've never had this feeling before."

He could feel everything. He could see and hear the people chatting and laughing in the completely medieval city.

All sorts of talk could be heard.

"Need to find four more people of the same level."

"Selling steel axes for cheap!"

"Leaving to the southern villages to trade, looking for other merchants to come along."

Sniff.

Geomchi's stomach growled as the smell of delicious food reached his senses.

He turned his head and saw someone making food.

"Selling delicious food made with beginner cooking skill level 7, delicious Mung Beans!"

Geomchi swallowed. He wanted to eat it but he didn't have any money.

Then the others logged on.

Geomchi2, Geomchi3, Geomchi4, Geomchi5!

"Master, so you logged in first."

"So you're here!"

"Yea, you're here as well!"

He had enjoyed teaching his disciples how to use the sword, but seeing them in Royal Road left a different impression.

Geomchi4 was startled when he looked inside his pockets.

"Oh, Master!"

"What is it?"

"I have 10 pieces of bread and a canteen in my pocket!"

"Yea, that is incredible. Let us taste the taste of bread here, shall we?"

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Geomchi2, Geomchi3, and Geomchi5 pulled out the bread from their pockets and took a bite.

The bread was very stale and hard to chew, like a stone.

"Twe, twe! It's not very edible. They eat this when they go out to hunt?"

"I did a little research on the internet; there are large numbers of different types of food. Advanced level foods are so delicious that it almost melts in your mouth. It's supposed to be heavenly."

"As expected of one that I named Geomchi4! You're a very bright kid."

"Hehe, I get that a lot."

Geomchi4 laughed, pleased because of his teacher's praise. Back in the dojo, he was well liked by the other practitioners for being somewhat blunt and eager to help.

The mood of the Geomchis that logged into Royal Road was unusually pleasant and lighthearted, they often smiled.

"So to eat it, we just have to keep chewing it? Even though it's hard, it's like eating a biscuit."

"It looks like it's made of barely. Barley bread?"

"Geomchi2 and Geomchi3 ate their bread and took a drink of water from their canteen."

"So, let's get started?"

"What do you mean? We have to go to the training center."

"Hyun Lee, no, Weed said that you can't go outside for 4 weeks."

"Well, let's go see whether or not the training center is any good!"

The Geomchis found the training center. There was an incredible amount of people wandering around in the Citadel of Serabourg so they had to ask around a few times to find the training center.

Inside the building a small number of people were using their skills on a scarecrow.

"Oh! So this is the way they do it."

"What an outdated training method they have in this dojo. It seems to be a systematic training in order to improve stamina."

"Geomchi2, it's not the facilities that matter is it? That is not important to a man that follows the way of the sword."

Geomchi2 and the other Geomchis began to hit the scarecrows with the wooden swords. They had also listened to Weed's story.

"So it's a must to do this?"

"Yiyahap!"

"Boom!"

Geomchi2 and Geomchi4 felt a bit of nostalgia from swinging the sword like this again.

Constantly hitting a fixed object was like the training method practiced ten years ago, a training method that had long been discarded.

"Argh! Shout louder!"

"Yes! One million twenty one! One million twenty two!"

The Geomchis eagerly beat the scarecrows.

Doing so left a good feeling inside them.

Though others would think they were crazy, they did not rest.

Learn the sword first.

Later on the sword could be used to slay exciting monsters.

Their strength and other abilities continued to grow.

'I will kill the monsters of Royal Road with my sword.'

With that thought, their eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"By the way, I'm starting to get really hungry."

"Master, we have two pieces of bread left!"

"So it seems. Can I eat it?"

"Sir."

Geomchi ate the bread that was left. The last two breads were depleted.

"I feel full thanks to the bread now!"

"Oh, yea! Geomchi4 you look quite proficient now."

"Master, when we feel hungry the satiety falls!"

"Geomchi3, you are right."

"But what happens when the satiety keeps falling, now that we have no more bread?"

"…"

Silence surrounded the group after what Geomohchi had just said.

The atmosphere became tense after those words had been said carelessly.

The Geomchis began questioning.

"This is a serious situation. What do we do?"

"I think I know."

"Geomchi2, tell me your idea."

"What would you do? For example, when we hunt we can pick up items and make money. Then, if there is nothing more delicious, we can eat barley bread."

"Oh, so we could do that…"

The rest of the Geomchis were smiling, but Geomchi4 shook his head.

"We can't leave the city for four weeks so it looks like we're going to starve."

"…"

The Geomchis lowered their heads. They did not have an answer to this frightful situation. Usually others with more gaming experience would go do a quest. However, they did not even imagine that they could do quest for NPCs. Their only solution was hunting, but they could not exit the city.

Then Geomchi held his wooden sword and exclaimed.

"We will continue swinging our swords. Only concentrate on swinging the sword!"

"Yes Master! We will focus on the sword."

"Oh, Master how admirable."

Geomchi2, Geomchi3, Geomchi4, Geomchi5 applauded.

Then the five of them continued to beat the scarecrow. Even though they were hungry, it gave them more willpower.

"Heotheoeho."

The Training Center Instructor smiled heartwarmingly.

The Training Center Instructor was glad to see such enthusiasm from the practitioners.

"Hey, would you like to join me for a meal?"

The instructor invited them to have lunch. However, Geomchi swallowed his saliva and refused the invitation.

"No! Don't we have our pride and self-respect that we do not need the charity of an NPC?

"Isn't that right men?"

"That is correct! We live only for the sword."

Khoreureuk.

"Now that I look at these scarecrows, they look pretty tasty."

They started to sound ridiculous.

Their satiety level was forced to drop since they had no more barley bread.

Less than 3% satiety! Moving to hit the scarecrow became arduous as they no longer had any stamina.

-You have died of hunger. You cannot sign in for 24 hours. Since it was a simple state of death, no items or levels will decline.

Death, they died due to hunger…like dogs.

It was difficult to die in the starting state so it was extremely rare to die in the first four weeks.

The self-respecting Geomchis died in such a way.

In front of so many people, they died such a humiliating death.

Ahn Hyundo, with Chung Il Hoon's help, held a meeting in the dojo.

"Royal Road is an entirely new form of civilization, but we were too indifferent to its influence."

"Yes, that's right."

"If more practitioners spend more time training in a place where they can fight monsters, then their motivation will increase and inspire them further."

"I think that's true. Fighting monsters and proving their skills will draw out their attention."

Ahn Hyundo and Chung Il Hoon died the same death as the other instructors.

"Direct combat could be a good opportunity for them to realize the true power of the sword!"

"We will get the disciples to volunteer and they will easily get enlightened on the way of the sword. To travel an unknown continent with nothing but their sword, this is a good idea Master."

However, the only female and secretary of the entire place, Ahn Hyundo's niece, put both hands on her waist and said to them.

"Effort is all that matters! You said that having an opponent was a tool that helps you grow. That's what you always used to say!"

"Argh! What else is there then? What have we overlooked?"

"…!"

"So, our plan was to let all the formal practitioners join in so how many people is it?"

"500."

"With an order of 500 capsules…they can discount it right?

"They will be able to install it tomorrow, it should be fine."

Chung Il Hoon replied confidently.

The capsules for the 500 disciples were received from the Immigration Control and Refugee Bureau. Ahn Hyundo's dojo had a reputation all over the Republic of Korea. They received funding from the World Kendo Federation and the Athletic Association. They received a large amount of money from the disciples and among them were several that were in the Immigration Control and Refugee Bureau.

Geomchi4 smiled and muttered quietly.

"That means that we are going to get 5000 more barley bread."

"…"

"…"

"Keukeum!"


Bab 28: Chapter 8 True Blood Vampirea

Weed logged back on and quietly sat down next the Alveron. Even NPC's had to act in a certain way to improve their level and skills.

'It obviously was not a big deal'

In fact, teleport gate had many special options and, because the cave was the starting point, it was an area that was safe and completely protected from monsters.

Alveron woke up and followed Weed as he tried to sneak out of the cave.

"Where are you going?"

"Recon. Wait here for me."

"Yes, I will wait for you here."

Alveron sat back down in the cave.

Weed went out of the cave alone.

Knowing that Alveron was safe, Weed began walking his way out of the cave. Walking around in this place was like walking on very thin ice.

'Monster…'

He was sufficiently far away from the cave.

The giant black castle and the village had disappeared from sight.

There was something he had overlooked during the day.

The snow-capped mountains and the villages were safe, there were no monsters.

'There are very few groups of monsters. But monsters should appear near the river.'

Weed carefully went down the mountain. Far in the middle of a field was a pack of black wolves.

'It's not time to fight them yet.'

He got down on all four limbs and began to sneak around, sometimes hiding behind rocks for a while, and finally returned to the village.

The village where there were once shops with heart-warming store owners were now rundown houses. The village was abandon and broken.

'It appears impossible to resupply.'

That was the fundamental difference in coming to the province of Morata. Food ingredients and herbs should be bought as much as possible and left at the starting point. It was a big advantage to have a surplus of supplies rather than not having enough.

But Weed could not afford the danger of searching through the town.

The cold has penetrated deeper into your skin.

Physical ability has decreased by 14%.

Wearing the armor had no additional effect. A fire could be used to defeat the cold, but with fire there was smoke. It was no different from suicide to start a fire.

Weed decided to only take a little bit more time to carefully scout around because of the cold.

A couple of vampires passed by.

The True Blood Vampire Clan.

After a while, the group of vampires left and one of them wandered off alone.

A vampire had appeared.

Pale face and a black cloak hung to their bodies.

They wore jewelry and had rings on their hands.

"Blessing."

Weed quietly used the Ring of the High Priest that he was wearing to bless himself, a light covered and emitted from his body.

-The Blessing of the High Priest has been used. For 20 minutes, physical abilities are enhanced.

He checked his info window and the result was surprising. Strength, agility, stamina, endurance, and vitality stats were increased to an amazing 150%. Maximum health and mana were increased by 30% so he had a tremendous 7002 health and 6002 mana.

Weed invested most of the stats he got from upgrading into agility or strength. He barely increased in intelligence or stamina.

He was able to increase spirit stat through battle instead of stamina whichacted as a complement.

'This is great.'

However, this fantastic item could only be used for 20 minutes.

"Cold Bandages!"

The increase in maximum health and mana was nothing.

Accompanied by the bandage skill, the vitality stat could be effectively increased.

His cold bandage skill had already advanced to the intermediate level.

The quality of the bandages along with the high level skill was able to recover health as a tremendous speed.

His mana regeneration rate was increased by 10% due the effect of the seven rings on his hand.

However, it was still a little lacking for him to be ready.

'Time to eat it.'

Weed closed his eyes and ate the food.

Royal Bird of the Day Dish!

Food that was created from the eggs of the Joinjok Sioux Bird Clan.

An additional 500 health and mana increased.

But he still was not ready to battle. Weed held the sword and activated the innate skill.

"Sacred Blessing"

A buff that holy priests used.

It was a skill one tier higher!

Weed's body was covered in a gentle light.

Thanks to the superior grade of skill, his defense increased by 40%.

At this time, the vampire was already gone. Then coming towards Weed was the vampire that was hidden behind the wall of the house.

"So this was where the unpleasant feeling I felt was coming from…"

It seemed from the vampire's words that it was attracted to the sacred blessings.

"Sculpting Blade!"

Weed was surprised by the vampire suddenly approaching him.

He ran out of the house and rushed to use the skill.

"The enemy is a human!"

The vampire blocked Weed's sword with his strong forearm. However, Sculpting Blade's horrendous damage ripped through the enemy's defense!

It did not matter what the enemy's level was. Whether it was rabbit or anything else, it made little difference to the Sculpting Blade. The damage was almost the same to monsters with powerful defense like vampires.

"Kyahaah!"

The vampire's health declined as it was attacked.

However, as one would expect, it did not budge from such a high level attack. He withstood it as if it was a mosquito bite.

"I'll suck your blood human!"

The vampire extended his hands straight towards him. He had been caught by such a simple and ignorant attack and two holes were bored into the side of the neck.

It must have been an unpleasant experience.

Weed grabbed and held onto the vampire's chest as he dropped and rolled sideways. He stuck the snow covered ground with the vampire.

'Alright. The damage was higher than I expected. But from now on, it'll be considerably less.'

Just like how the fight with the Death Knight was different from others. The purpose right now was to improve combat experience that skills and stats could not.

Weed closed the stat window that displayed his health and mana. He examined his enemy with his eyes and felt the condition his body was in.

He focused on his enemy.

He was a lot simpler now then compared to back in the Continent of Magic. He did not know much about the game. He did not even have a map to memorize it. When he found a strong monster, he fought it simply to relieve stress.

It was of pleasure of finding a slightly stronger enemy.

He didn't need the advice of other people but rather directly experience and solve it himself.

Suffering a frustrating trial and error process.

Dying much more frequently than others.

Nevertheless, Weed was the best there could be! It was a constant challenge to be the person that constant made their own path.

He walked the path the others usually did not take and hunted.

Enjoying the battle was far simpler than before. Instead of the battle being a click of the mouse and the keyboard, he enjoyed a real fight.

He could not deny the pressure from his class.

As more skill builds up, then there are a lot more things to lose. Whenever death came, there was always the fear of how many levels and skill proficiency would drop.

When you fight monsters, having thoughts like these increase the tension. They do not get much out of the battle itself.

Fighting strong enemies, clearing a quest, the fun of the game was a job the he sincerely enjoyed doing.

"Kuwawaak!"

The vampire's face suddenly distorted.

Since then, it began to attack stronger and faster.

"Septuple Strike!"

Weed demonstrated his skills at the right time.

He naturally thought of which skills to use at the right time.

"The odds are against you running away."

Weed used Sculpting Blade around the vampire.

"Summon Bats!"

The vampire did not avoid the attack and opened his hands wide.

A group of black vampire bats were summoned.

"Kill him!"

The summoned vampire bats flapped their wings and flew into the air. They then landed on Weed and sucked his blood.

The noble monster, Vampire!

They were capable of using magic.

"Shield. Strength. Heal."

The injured vampire strengthened its regenerative abilities to recover its health.

To attack the vampire after it recovered its health would be in vain. The damage done to its forearm was healed.

"Damn it."

Weed used his sword to attack the bats.

The blood sucking vampire bats stuck to him during the fight.

Swish! The vampire rushed at Weed with overwhelming speed.

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Since it was a skill that consumed a lot of mana, he could no longer continue using it to fight.

Without mana to empower his sword, he was unable to give the fatal blow to the vampire.

Luckily its healing magic did not recover everything.

The vampire no longer had enough mana to heal.

'It worked! It's out of mana now.'

The vampire finally began to bleed out.

Its pale face had become even white from extreme fatigue as it slowly moved forward.

However, a message popped up to Weed.

– The effect of the blessing has disappeared.

His strength was rapidly draining.

The sword grew heavy and his movements became sluggish.

– The effect of the Sacred Blessing has disappeared.

– You are cold.

20% reduction in physical ability.

30% reduction in skill effects.

The cold can lead to other complications.

Maximum health and mana has been reduced.

His defense was reduced because of the vampire bats constantly draining his vitality. As the bleeding worsened, his health plummeted and his movement speed dropped.

"Human!"

The vampire finally caught Weed. The vampire's current health was less than 10%.

The vampire tried to suck his blood with a vigorous head butt but Weed said.

"This isn't over yet!"

The vampire could not stop laughing when he looked at Weed.

The vampire was barely alive. Its mana was completely depleted.

But Weed was in a far more serious condition. He could not stop his wounds from haemorrhaging.

He closed his eyes.

Death!

He was logged out.

Lee Hyun stepped out of his capsule and clenched his fist.

He had experienced fighting a vampire. How were level 270 monsters? Strong. Very strong.

He was using the sword as well as the blessings and sacred blessings. The equipment was vastly different from the cheap weapons he got from the Death Knight.

That demonstrated the prominence of fully fledged high level monsters.

But he had an absolute feeling that it was not a monster that couldn't be beaten.

Lee Hyun took his fist and shouted.

"The True Blood Vampires. Kill them all!"

* * *

Pale, Irene, Romuna, and Surka had to teach their parents about the game in the Citadel of Serabourg. Their parents left to complete a dungeon quest.

Then they decided to contact Weed.

"Hey Weed, you know the people you said that connected to the game recently. I should drop in and say hello."

"Why not? I can't really help them right now so it would be nice if you could give them a hand."

"Certainly, since they are Weed's friends and acquaintances."

"Yes, it's impressive that they're already in their second week of swinging the wooden sword at the training center."

Pale and Surka smiled fondly as they recalled a freakishly strong Weed fighting thousands of monsters.

Even though he was a sculptor, there wasn't anyone whose swordsmanship was as strong. They were surprised and could hardly believe that he fought monsters using such ingenious sword fighting skills.

That was their expectations of Weed's acquaintances.

"Not too long ago we were beginners, but now we have excellent understanding of the game."

"That's because Weed is the best."

When they went to the training center, there was a large crowd.

"What is it? Is there something going on here?"

"Look over there. Now be surprised."

Pale and co. looked over to where they were pointing and they saw a large circle. Over 500 people were swinging a wooden sword towards a scarecrow.

"One, two, three!"

They were yelling and counting.

500 people were using wooden swords and simultaneously striking down scarecrows with precise timing. Each of their bodies moved at the same rate with the same movements.

But it was the look in their eye that surprised Pale the most.

'What a heavy atmosphere.'

He could sense something in their eyes.

It put considerable pressure onto his heart.

The terrifying atmosphere seemed about 1~2 times stronger since it was coming from 500 people simultaneously from all around the room.

'I think I know why there are a lot of people gathered here.'

It was as if something like this had become natural around the training center.

"Huh, what is it?"

He was already close to tears from the unease. It looked like Weed's acquaintances had a bunch of scary people mixed in.

"This is fine. The level is not high enough yet but we still can't leave so we have to keep it up."

Pale finally got enough courage and asked.

"Does anyone here know Weed?"

When he said that, 500 guys looked over at him.

Bump!

Pale's chest began to beat faster in fear. But soon they went back to using their wooden swords to hit the scarecrow.

"I don't know what's going on here but I'll do what I can to help. We're here to help you so don't worry about it and come over."

Shyying.

The wooden swords stopped short of the scarecrow. At nearly the same time, 500 people came running over to them. They fell down to their knees and cried to Pale.

"Ple, please barley bread…"

"Please feed us rice."

* * *

After one day in real life had passed, Weed reconnected in front of the teleport gate.

'Proficiency…it dropped a little bit.'

Various skills had dropped by 5 to 7%.

Sculpting mastery had dropped by 7%. Cooking had dropped by 6%.

Other skills such as Handicraft, Sword Mastery, and Repair dropped by 5%.

Fortunately the only items that dropped when he died were only a couple of the one gold weapons.

'I wasn't ready for the True Blood Vampires.'

Weed started repairing broken equipment again.

"Repair!"

After he broke all the items in his inventory, he was able to reach the goal he had wanted.

-Repair skill has reached level 10 and has changed to Intermediate Repair skill.

The ability to repair has improved based on the skill level.

It is now possible to restore the maximum durability of equipment with a complete repair.

Blacksmith skill can now be learned.

"Finally."

Weed repaired his equipment.

His current equipment had extremely low durability and he could not afford for new equipment.

The distorted cape became shiny; the dented body armor was evened out. The cracked and rusted parts were restored to a black iron.

"Alright. Time to start."

When Weed tried to leave the cave, Alveron came up to him.

"I'll help with fighting the vampires."

"Not yet. There is still one more step of preparation."

"Okay."

Weed went to look around the Morata Province alone. Checking around certain areas he looked for where the monsters were hiding

.

There were a lot of results from his search.

There were quite a large number of monsters in the Morata Province.

On the other side of the village and the giant black castle were a large number of black wolves. They were level 170 monsters but many of the wolves tended to wander alone instead of in groups. In the worst case, there were more than 100 wolves at once.

Though it was dangerous, Weed was able to recover the lost experience by sweeping up the wolves by using the sword's blessing and the high priest's blessings to reach level 182.

"This was a decent hunting ground."

Hunting was usually done in the surrounding area of a town or neighboring villages. The reason was because the monsters were evenly spread out and it was easy to save party members.

However, Weed wandered around hunting in places with a large number of monsters alone.

After he analyzed the surrounding area and monsters, Weed went to get Alveron.

"Give me healing."

"Yes."

Weed was bathed in divine power, healing his wounds.

There was no need for bandages.

As expected of Alveron, the next pope candidate with an enormous level of 320. However, NPCs like this were not allowed to die. Alveron dying meant that was the end. If the candidate for the next pope died in the middle of the quest, then he would fail the quest and the friendship with the Church of Freya would drop greatly. Think of it like something that can't be taken anywhere easily. But…

"Use protection magic."

"Yes."

"Weaken the power of the malicious forces that seek to injure him. Holy Blessing."

"Increase my strength."

"Please raise him power to fight against the evil and the wicked. Bless!"

Alveron was by far the best NPC that Weed had met so far. It wasn't just his higher level but he had a good personality too.

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But Alveron took care of his work and wasn't rebellious. It was the best thing around.

An innocent and naive NPC.

Weed dragged Alveron back and forth around Morata in order to hunt. That was the original purpose for bringing him.

-You have levelled up.

A large number of monsters were killed.

With the help of Alveron, Weed was quickly able to reach level 200.

'Finally!'

In Royal Road, level 200 was one of the check points in the game. The server had been opened for more than 1 year and 4 months. The average level was around level 100. Trading and production classes were around the average level, but those under level 100 were usually considered noobs.

But in Royal Road, there were an overwhelming number of low level accounts. It was thanks to the new influx of people worldwide.

Each village was filled with noob adventurers who dream of trying to seeing the world.

Being over level 130 was acknowledged to some extent. At that point, many join a guild and start visiting other cities and villages.

Bards and other similar class begin wandering around level 50 but most classes stayed within hunting areas for their level.

A character over level 150 was quite famous.

And those over level 200 were even a rank higher.

Second job advancement!

Classes such as knights and archers were able to change their class according to their preferences.

It was possible for certain kinds of wizards, clerics, warriors, thieves, and merchants to change class as well.

New skills became available!

The range of skills they can learn significantly widen and the other skills are automatically improved.

Because of this, level 200 was called the check point.

In Royal Road, less than 20% of the total users were over the average level.

With Weed's deceptive strength and his production class, it made it difficult to determine a comparison to other characters.

Weed was doubtful of whether or not there was a 2nd job advancement for him.

When Weed leveled up, his entire equipment set changed. On his head was Van Hawk's Anti Magic Helm and he also wore on his hands the Rose Engraved Gloves. With the armor, Weed was dressed up as a Dark Death Knight now! However he wore white gloves with his black knight set.

It was not a good combination for an outfit, but stats were more important to him than what other people thought.

"Alveron, follow me slowly."

"Yes."

Weed and Alveron headed to the village in front of the giant black castle. Vampires were lurking around there.

It was not difficult to find them.

Within the village, over 300 vampires roamed around for blood and they could easily find them.

Weed waited for a vampire to wander away from the group. Then at that moment he would appear and begin his attack.

"Sculpting Blade!"

Surprisingly, the vampire easily blocked the blurred sword of light with its forearm.

Then it revealed its fangs towards Weed and said.

"You again?"

Incidentally it was the vampire that Weed had been killed by last time.

It was the same guy in the same place and Weed had been waiting for an ambush.

"That's great."

Weed began to attack with his Sculpting Blade. He swung the dazzling sword around the vampire's body.

"I guess that his spirit didn't die and he came back. Kyaahat!"

The vampire began to attack while healing itself.

Weed continued the long battle. It was unavoidable that he had to deal enough damage to kill a few times over.

The vampire's skill consumed a lot of mana, but it was over level 270!

The characteristic of the vampire tribe were dark magic, transformation, and the fascination with woman as well the class with the best vitality. Other similar leveled monsters paled in comparison.

The special True Blood Vampires were much stronger than the common vampire.

Soon the sacred and holy blessings were disappearing and his mana was running out. He laughed knowing that the vampire was in a similar situation.

"Once again I will be killing you! Stupid!"

Weed ran along the wall and shouted.

"Heal, protection magic, buff!"

"Okay, I will."

Alveron came out from his hiding restoring Weed's health and giving him various buffs.

Now the situation was reversed.

Weed smiled as the vampire's face was puzzled in front of him.

He did not forget that the monster had killed him once before.

"I'll get you next time! Fog of Mist!"

The vampire used his skill when he realized he was at a disadvantage.

Turning into fog in order to flee!

It was a vampire's unique skill to pass through walls or objects without being caught.

The vampire's body turned hazy with smoke. The smoke was dispersed everywhere rather than in one place!

The smoke began squirming to escape.

But Weed had not failed to finish him.

"Sculpting Blade!"

With the Sculpting Blade skill, it was possible to deal a direct blow to the monster's soul.

"Kueahaaah!"

The vampire that turned into mist was greeted with a Sculpting Blade.

With Alveron's help, Weed was able to have the pleasure of taking revenge.

Ever since that day, Weed began hunting in the mountain and regional plains during the night and returned to the village during the day.

At night, thanks to the Moonlight Sculptor's passive, his stats increased by 30%. All combat based skills as well as engraving skills and art stats were improved.

To others, hunting was hard work but what else could it mean!

Weed became stronger, but at night monsters became stronger too. Often, more than 50% stronger. However, item drop rate and experience was increased.

Many monsters lurked in groups, such as wolves, but some monsters were often alone. So he was able to hunt even stronger monsters.

But now he could leisurely level up, thanks to Alveron, by killing vampires during the night despite the extra burden.

Weed was especially careful because safety was not guaranteed.

"Call Death Knight, Van Hawk!"

Death Knight Van Hawk.

He was summoned to join the fight.

Weed had killed the Death Knight hundreds of time without any difficulty and was now it under his command.

This increased his familiarity with him.

A fair one-on-one victory.

He didn't like it.

Weed fought with vampires and evil wolves while Van Hawk raised his level by leeching.

While he was guarding Alveron, he said.

"Master, my level has risen…"

Occasionally Van Hawk would politely tell him the news.

Weed's subordinate Van Hawk was becoming stronger.

He was growing through hunting.

"Yeah."

Weed looked over at Van Hawk with a disgruntled face.

Whenever the Death Knight killed, it gained its own experience. But whenever Weed hunted alone, 20% of the total experience went towards Van Hawk. It was the summoning agreement and it would continue until the contract was terminated.

'What a leecher.'

But he could not deny that he was a big help in battle.

Thanks to Van Hawk, hunting the vampires was much easier. Having another person made a big difference in actual battle.

Twice as much damage and armor.

Weed became safer since he didn't need to take risks when he had a Death Knight as a tank. It took half as long to hunt vampires and he took only a fourth of the damage.

The vampires roaming around the town were about 300.

The True Blood Vampire Clan had 1000. The rest were inside the black giant castle.

Weed took care of vampires individually.

Exactly numbering 49.

Then everything started to get into motion.

A general level of a newly generated True Blood Vampire that died once already was 250.

-Sword Mastery has reached level 10 and has changed to Intermediate Sword Mastery.

Damage with the sword has increased 50%.

Intermediate Sword Mastery increased damage by 7% every time the skill goes up.

Mana cost of attack skill are reduced by half.

Stat points have increased by 2.

The sorrow of a sculptor!

Because they didn't have a weapon specialization, stat growth from reaching intermediate in Sword Mastery was lower.

However, as a sculptor, he had gotten his Sword Mastery to intermediate.

The result was literally achieved through many tears.

And then a few days later.

Another skill reached intermediate.

-Sculpting Blade has reached level 10 and will change to Intermediate Sculpting Blade.

The color will now be blue.

Using Sculpting Blade, you can now complete colossal statues.

Ignores the enemy's defense!


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