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13.04% Looking Forward to Another World / Chapter 45: Alias

章節 45: Alias

Orario, Guild Headquarters.

As the dusk approached, heralding the onset of night, the Guild headquarters, resembling a grand temple, was bustling with a crowd of people.

One after another, people gathered in front of the bulletin board, gazing at the parchment papers affixed to it, immersing themselves in the lively commotion that turned the scene into a bustling market.

Numerous parchment papers adorned the bulletin board, but at this very moment, the one capturing the attention of everyone present was the one prominently displayed in the center.

It seemed as though even the Guild itself was boasting about the achievements and extraordinary nature of this particular parchment.

The contents of the parchment were meticulously written.

...

Riezel Brynhart

Affiliation: Loki Familia

Race: Human

Age: 17

Profession: Adventurer

Current Floor: 17th Floor

Notable Achievement: Riezel Brynhart, an adventurer from Loki Familia, achieved a great feat on the 17th Floor by single-handedly defeating a Monster Rex, Goliath. This accomplishment, spanning one month, marked his official level up to Level 4, earning him the alias—Trickster Swordsman.

...

Posted on the bulletin board were sheets of parchment, precisely confirmed by the Guild and publicly announced adventurers' information. The aliases decided upon in Denatus were now glaringly displayed and laid out for everyone to see.

This time, however, people were particularly focused on the most dazzling and intriguing individual among them. As they looked at the parchment posted in the middle of the bulletin board, discussions broke out without hesitation.

"Yo, is this Riezel Brynhart, that rookie from Loki Familia everyone's been buzzing about?"

"The heck! He's already hit Level 4?"

"He took down a floor boss alone? Seriously, is this some kinda joke?"

"But the Guild vouched for this info. How could it be fake, dude?"

"So, those rumors from earlier might be true? This dude was just a Level 1 a month back?"

"Who's leveling up from Level 1 to Level 4 in just over a month? Is this for real?"

"The Sword Princess took a whole year for her first level up, but this rookie pulls off multiple levels in just over a month?"

"I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it, y'know?"

Adventurers, one after another, expressed excitement, skepticism, astonishment, confusion, envy, and disbelief, creating a chaotic atmosphere in the Guild Hall. The Guild staff's loud shouts couldn't even quell the growing commotion.

"He's here!"

Until a moment later, with a loud shout from an adventurer near the entrance, the crowd lost their clamor.

A young man walked in from outside, heading straight towards the bulletin board.

"Is that Riezel Brynhart?"

"The Loki Familia rookie..."

"Dude, why are you still calling him a rookie? He's Level 4 and got himself an official alias now, y'know."

As the crowd lowered their voices and involuntarily made way, creating a path, Riezel walked through the cleared path, making his way to the bulletin board where the parchment with his information was posted.

"Trickster Swordsman?"

Reading his alias, Riezel muttered it in a speechless tone, and his expression became subtly awkward.

'Loki called me over all mysteriously, looking all smug, to tell me to check my alias... If someone didn't know, they'd think I received some impressive alias, but this...?'

He couldn't quite figure out how good or bad his alias was. He couldn't even see how he was related to an alias like this.

Calling himself a swordsman was fine, as he indeed was one, even possessing the 'Swordsman' development ability; there was no dispute there.

But where did this 'Trickster' come in?

His swordsmanship, learned from Ais, was very orthodox. It really had nothing to do with the term 'Trickster'.

Could it be that the gods perceive him as a schemer employing tricks in his swordsmanship?

Riezel was somewhat bewildered with his assumption.

However, he knew that this alias was actually not that awful.

If his memory served him right, any alias born on this so-called Denatus was likely meant to challenge the shame of the alias receiver, at least 9 out of 10 times.

Because the gods had an advanced perspective and a proneness for entertainment, the aliases they bestowed were often considered cool by mortals in this world but would make modern people cringe with embarrassment.

Think about Loki; she even threw around a term like 'humblebrag' before. It showed god's perspective was ahead of their time.

Suppose she hadn't attended the Denatus, restraining various gods from recklessly giving him a cringe alias, he'd probably have been stuck with an alias like 'Breezeblade Prince' or 'Tempest Sword Emperor' by now.

In comparison, this 'Trickster Swordsman' was much better—or rather, tame.

'Now that I think about it, isn't Loki considered to be the God of Mischief or Trickery in mythology?' Riezel suddenly remembered the legend of Loki in his previous world.

Could the 'Trickster' in his alias come from there?

Perhaps because he was the child of Evil Goddess Loki, who was skilled in trickery, mischief, and deception, they gave him the alias 'Trickster Swordsman'?

'Okay... Whatever...' Riezel reluctantly accepted this interpretation.

Seeing everyone around watching and sizing him up, with some adventurers even eyeing him, ready to approach and say something, he quickly turned away.

From the reactions around him, it was clear that only a few truly admired him. Most adventurers regarded him with skepticism and envy, which was expected for a newcomer like him.

This was only natural.

While others spent several years, even decades, reaching certain levels, he effortlessly reached them in just over a month. It challenged the darker aspects of mortal, which was understandable.

Not wanting to attract unnecessary attention or give others a chance to vent, Riezel turned and left, exiting the Guild headquarters and turning into a secluded alley, planning to take a shortcut back to Twilight Manor.

However, something unexpected happened.

"—!"

Riezel suddenly stopped, furrowing his brow. A feeling of being watched crawled up his spine, sending a slight chill to the back of his neck.

"Who?" Riezel asked, silently stood in place, waiting.

"Hmph."

Soon, a cold snort echoed in the dark alley.

Riezel abruptly turned around, looking towards a shadow.

In that shadow, a figure clad in a black hooded cloak silently appeared.

"Are you the Trickster Swordsman?"

The figure's voice, unmistakably male and filled with displeasure and even hatred, emanated from the newcomer, deep and unforgiving.

"..."

Riezel didn't answer; he only placed his hand on the sword at his waist, staring at the black-cloaked figure.

This behavior only intensified the black-cloaked figure's displeasure and hatred.

"I asked you a question. Are people from Loki Familia like this? Don't they understand basic manners?"

Those words and that tone only earned a cold look from Riezel.

"Manners are for those who also practice them. Do you think you have any?" Riezel said expressionlessly.

"Oh?" The black-cloaked figure sneered. "Your mouth is sharp, but I wonder if your sword is the same?"

With that, the black-cloaked figure raised a hand.

*Swish—!*

*Swish—!*

*Swish—!*

In an instant, several black blurs leaped down from the walls in all directions, surrounding Riezel. They also wore black hooded cloaks with their faces obscured.

*Schwing!*

Seeing this, Riezel immediately unsheathed his sword.

Except for the first black-cloaked figure, who seemed to be their leader, the rest of the black-cloaked figures one after another drew weapons from under their cloaks and charged toward him, launching an assault without hesitation.

For a moment, various weapons such as daggers, spears, swords, and halberds were raised or swung down by them from different angles, leaving no opening for Riezel to evade and forcing him to defend.

The all-encompassing attack left him with no room, making it nearly impossible to find space to dodge, and could only choose to parry.

This also told him that these attackers were not just a random group.

Judging by their coordinated attacks, these people must have fought together for several years and developed good teamwork.

Their strength was also impressive, definitely not ordinary adventurers.

'Level 2 third-class adventurer? No! These people are at least Level 3 second-class adventurers or even more...'

As that thought flashed through his mind, Riezel took action.

*Whoosh!*

Accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, his figure blurred, rushing with lightning speed towards one of the attackers who hadn't closed in yet. His sword turned into a silver flash, ruthlessly slashing out.

*Clang!*

The attacker was shocked, hastily raising their weapon to block the incoming strike, but was pushed back by the tremendous impact.

Unperturbed, Riezel accelerated again, leaving the previously repelled attacker behind and charging towards another.

*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling—!*

Soon, metal collision sounds mixed together.

Riezel, moving like the wind, flickered back and forth. His slender sword slashed out repeatedly, allowing the blade of his sword to cut through several attackers in quick succession.

Complex as it may seem, the entire process took less than two seconds.

Within those two seconds, Riezel, with his astonishing speed and swordsmanship, not only disrupted their coordination but also forced them all to retreat.

"What!?"

"Very strong!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Is he really Level 4?!"

The attackers were astonished one after another.

Even the leader of these attackers, who had been watching while leaning against a wall with crossed arms, had contracted pupils and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Damn this guy! Is he really a freshly Level 4?"

Riezel was clearly a Level 4 that could easily rival the top-tier ones. Among the attackers surrounding him, there were also several Level 4. Yet, after working together, they were still forcefully repelled by him in a single exchange.

"Continue! I want to see how much skill this guy really has!" The leader expressed his annoyance.

At their leader's words, the attackers suppressed their doubts and once again rushed toward Riezel.

Watching this, a cold glint appeared in Riezel's eyes.


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章節 46: Grudge

*Thud!*

In the dim depths of the alley, the sound of a falling body emerged, announcing the conclusion of a battle.

Each attacker, clad in a black cloak, lay on the ground without exception. Some lost consciousness, others lay there wailing, their bodies stained with blood. Around their bodies, whether on the ground or the walls, sword marks were engraved.

Riezel stood among these fallen attackers with his sword dripping with blood. His expression was stern, resembling a ruthless executioner.

The scene triggered various shifts in the gaze of the leader of these black-cloaked attackers, who leaned against a wall in the shadow. However, from start to finish, this black-cloaked leader didn't make a move and didn't intervene in the fight at all.

"What a good skill and temperament." The leader blurted out, praising Riezel, but the tone carried a piercing sarcasm. "Someone like you doesn't seem to be from the loving Loki Familia but rather more like one of us."

Witnessing Riezel's fight, the leader began to acknowledge him to some extent.

Although Riezel had just leveled up to Level 4, his skills and combat techniques far exceeded the average Level 4. In one-on-many situations, he could effortlessly crush a group of adventurers with the same level.

This strength truly made people take notice.

The thing that surprised the leader was Riezel's speed, nearly rivaling a first-class adventurer specialized in 'AGI'.

With outstanding speed and remarkable swordsmanship, Riezel could easily maneuver through the group's attacks, systematically defeating each attacker without trouble.

The result was the successful defeat of the attackers, while Riezel himself remained unscathed. He didn't even break a sweat or breathe heavily, leading the leader to conclude that he undoubtedly possessed 'Healing Power' development ability and at a very high rank at that.

Just leveled up to Level 4, but already had such capabilities. Even the leader couldn't help but admit that Riezel, even though irritating, was indeed special.

However, there was still something irritating about Riezel that made the leader couldn't shake that particular feeling.

As a result, the leader's tone remained unpleasant.

"You might as well switch sides." The leader sarcastically remarked. "If you come to our side, I could rightfully beat you into shape."

At those words, Riezel's expression remained unchanged. He just stared at the black-cloaked leader silently, and after a while, spoke up.

"Vana Freya?"

As that name came out, the black-cloaked leader's face hidden under the hood froze.

Riezel keenly sensed the change in the atmosphere around the leader and instantly understood that his guess was correct.

"Allen Fromel, Level 6, Freya Familia's Vice-Captain, Orario's fastest, bearer of the alias—Vana Freya." Riezel calmly revealed the identity of the black-cloaked leader. "It's really you, huh..."

As his words fell, the leader fell silent for a moment, and soon a faint murderous aura began to emanate from him.

The black-cloaked leader—or rather, Allen Fromel, stepped forward, removing the black cloak from his body and revealing his true face.

It was a young catman, somewhat short and small in stature, but with sharp eyes and expressions.

"How did you figure out it was me?"

The renowned 'Vana Freya' shot Riezel a sharp look.

However, Riezel remained unshaken.

"All those who attacked me were at least Level 3, and there were even several Level 4. Yet, it was clear they were following your orders. So, your strength is likely above these people."

"To command experts with Level 3 and Level 4, the possibility of being a Level 5 or higher is very high. In Orario, there aren't too many familias that can have a first-class adventurer. At most, there are only a handful."

"Considering all this, there's only one familia left that dares to attack members of Loki Familia so brazenly, and that's yours. With this in mind, isn't the answer obvious? Other than your Freya Familia, who else could pull off something like this?"

Riezel calmly explained with a tranquil expression.

As for why he could guess Allen's identity, it was even simpler.

"A first-class adventurer from Freya Familia, with such a foul mouth—who else but you, Vana Freya?"

This deduction was based on his knowledge of the original work. After all, he had never seen Allen or heard any rumors about him after he arrived in this world.

But Allen was unaware of this.

Riezel's analysis, as it reached his ears, only led him to think that perhaps some rumors about him had reached Riezel's ears, allowing Riezel to guess his identity.

In fact, foul-mouthed rumors about him were not uncommon.

Anyone familiar with Loki Familia and Freya Familia would know that in these two familias, there was a Level 5 'Vanargand'—Bete Loga, known for his foul mouth, and a Level 6 'Vana Freya'—Allen Fromel, who was equally notorious for his sharp tongue.

Both of them were first-class adventurers specializing in 'AGI', often being compared by gods and adventurers alike, leading to a deep-seated animosity between Bete and Allen.

Of course, all of this was irrelevant now, since, at this moment, Allen was only furious about his identity being exposed and Riezel indirectly insulting him for having a foul mouth.

"Bold of you to say those words right in front of me..." Allen remarked with an overflowing murderous aura. "Just a mere Level 4, do you think you can fight me?"

With those words, he vanished.

His figure completely merged into the darkness, moving at a speed akin to a war chariot charging forward.

*Whoosh—!*

Carrying a howling momentum, he blinked and appeared in front of Riezel in an instant.

In his hand was a splendid spear, its elegance accentuated as it sliced through the air like lightning, thrust towards Riezel.

*Swish—*

At that moment, time seemed to come to a halt.

Against someone who was a Level 6 and dubbed as the 'City's Fastest', Riezel couldn't react in time.

Dodging? Not possible!

Counterattacking? Not possible!

Blocking? Not possible!

Not possible... Not possible... Not possible... Every possible method proved futile!

Feeling the imminent danger, Riezel made a seemingly reckless move without hesitation.

He advanced instead of retreating.

*Pu-chi!*

Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, the spear pierced through Riezel's shoulder, emerging from his back.

"What?" Allen was shocked by this scene. He hadn't expected Riezel to take such a reckless action.

If Riezel hadn't advanced, he had only intended to pierce through Riezel's shoulder, causing some flesh wounds at most. However, Riezel willingly stepped forward, offering his entire shoulder, allowing the sharp long spear to penetrate through his back.

In a flash of blood, Allen's pupils contracted, losing that split second of reaction, and in that split second, a tempest swept through.

"Tempest..."

A low voice, as if from hell, resounded clearly in the alley.

Ignoring his pierced shoulder, Riezel awakened the power of 'Ariel' and concentrated all the wind force onto his sword's edge. He swung it down towards the visibly alarmed Allen with all his might.

"Tch!"

Allen's expression changed rapidly as he uttered a surprised sound. He instinctively unleashed the speed that made him the best in Orario, attempting to retreat.

However, Riezel's empty hand tightly gripped the spear piercing his shoulder, leaving Allen with no room to retreat.

*Pu-chi!*

The sound of tearing echoed once again.

In the burst of blood, the catman abandoned his spear, narrowly avoiding the extremely fast slash imbued with wind force, escaping the fate of having his head severed on the spot.

Yet, Allen was a step too slow. A large gash was cut open directly in front of him, blood staining the dark alley.

"Y-You bastard?!" Allen clutched his wound, glaring at Riezel with intense anger.

"Ugh..." Riezel pulled out the spear embedded in his shoulder and tossed it aside, meeting Allen's furious gaze with a calm gaze.

Blood flowed profusely from his shoulder, yet he seemed indifferent, his face pale as he looked up at Allen.

"A mere Level 4, so what?" Riezel sneered. "You Level 6 isn't that impressive though."

"Son of a bitch!"

Allen was so enraged that he lost his composure. The murderous aura emanating from his body intensified, surpassing its previous intensity by an unknown factor.

The city's fastest adventurer was truly provoked.

Faced with this enraged Allen, Riezel remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged. Only his eyes revealed an icy coldness, as if at absolute zero.

That coldness, like a bucket of cold water, not only extinguished the flames of anger in Allen's heart but also sent shivers down his spine.

Instinct told him that if he went all out again and charged forward, Riezel would absolutely risk and do everything to cut off his head no matter what.

Even if the opponent was a Level 6 first-class adventurer, if Riezel abandoned defense and engaged in a life-and-death battle without regard for his own safety, the probability of Riezel's sword landing on his head would be no less than 70%.

Realizing this, Allen's face contorted.

"Damn lunatic!" Allen cursed. He didn't want to play a life-for-a-life game with this human in this boring task. "I'll remember you, Riezel Brynhart!"

He stared at Riezel intensely for a while as if trying to memorize every detail of his appearance. After a while, he leaped up, landing on the roof of a building and disappearing from sight.

Riezel watched Allen's disappearing figure quietly until complete silence enveloped the surroundings. Only then did he clutch his shoulder and kneel down on one knee, unable to endure the pain.

*Crack—*

The wind dissipated, and a crack appeared on his sword.

Glancing at the crack on the sword and feeling the intense pain in his shoulder, Riezel murmured after a while.

"Freya, huh...?"

The image of the Goddess of Beauty flashed in his mind as he silently licked his own blood.

"I'll remember this grudge..."


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