I Never Run Out of Mana Chapter 240

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240. Name Reclaimed (2)

Barub and Millions were tangled in an all out brawl for a long period of time.

Both of them concentrated all of their power into their hands and poured it out against each other.

They weren’t interested in the slightest in healing themselves.

After all, a single strike could decide the outcome of the battle at this very moment.

The amount of damage taken from looking away to heal would far exceed the amount healed at this moment.

And if the damage taken is critical, then it would lead to defeat.

This meant that instead of raising a shield, it would make far more sense to stab forward with a spear.

The two of them were beyond ragged at this point.

They looked as though they could collapse at any given moment, and anyone who looked at them would have difficulty believing that they were alive.

Their conditions had gotten to the point where enduring it wouldn’t be possible without a significant amount of power and mental fortitude.

Millions’ attack slowed noticeably.

It was the same for Barub’s Vacuum.

The force of suction and shredding power had severely weakened.

Barub’s hands still clutched at their opponent’s chest and nape.

However, the Vacuum skill that was being casted were growing weaker.

“Urgh.. Ugh….”

“Hu…. hu…”

Breaths too ragged to mock or taunt each other, the two continued their attacks.

It seemed as though it wouldn’t be strange if either of them died at any given moment.

However, the fire in their eyes roared fiercer than anyone else.

Their eyes were filled with a desire to to reach their goal, beliefs, and killing intent.

It would be over if 1/100th of a second, nay, 1/10000th of a second long window of opportunity presented itself.

Focusing everything on the fight, they poured everything they had into their attacks.

It was then.

“Urk!”

“…”

Millions’ fist flew towards Barub’s stomach.

The momentum behind the punches had decreased since the start, but since Barub’s defensive capabilities had fallen as well, the amount of dealt was about the same.

The punch went into Barub’s stomach, which had been shredded to the point where the intestine was showing.

Millions twisted his fist inside Barub’s stomach to destroy all of their intestinal organs.

Barub’s eyes became bloodshot and they began to puke blood.

Despite that, Barub did not make distance between the two and continued to cast Vacuum.

Most would’ve canceled casting Vacuum and made distance to start treating the critical injuries in this situation.

That would be what was expected in a normal fight.

For those with a lot of combat experience, such as Min-Cheol, they would do just that, and it would be the same for the average person who was sane.

However, Barub did not have any plans of doing so.

It wasn’t out of arrogance kept from the time they were a god that made this foolish decision.

It was because they saw a slim chance even in such a disadvantageous situation.

“Augh!”

“Kuh… Hu…”

Millions’ heavy breathing and Barub’s screams filled the air.

And it seemed as though victory was leaning towards Millions.

Despite how powerful Barub was, it wouldn’t take long before they would perish with a wound this severe.

However, the situation changed to something more amusing.

“Urk!”

“AHH!”

Millions’ stomach and nape had been pierced by Barub’s Vacuum.

Millions’ skin that seemed like it would never be pierced started to show cracks from Vacuum.

And with that, the tables were turned.

Millions’ hand that was stuck within Barub’s body began to lose its grip.

He was barely staying conscious, but it was obvious that Barub would deal a wider and greater amount of damage than his bare hand.

Vacuum absolutely destroyed Millions’ organs.

Not only that, but it also damaged his spine that supported his entire body.

And with that, it didn’t take even a full minute before Millions lost all feeling in his body.

That meant that the fight was decided.

The two hands that tortured Barub extensively sprawled onto the floor.

From his hands dripped Barub’s blood, splattering against the ground.

The droplets broke the still surface of the pool of blood that had formed.

Millions leaned on Barub’s body for support and spoke with great difficulty, coughing up what little breath remained.

“You said your name was Barub.”

“Kuh…Hu…”

“Your unwillingness to let go of a prey you’ve once bitten is something else.”

“…”

“I’ve lost. I have lost the fight between raw power.”

“Kuha! Have you become weak now that you’re at death’s door? It’s an emotion fitting that of a loser.”

“A real wild beast. My eyes did not deceive me. You really are a wild beast.”

“Do you think that your death will have any honor by speaking to me that way? The loser does not even have the right to speak. Urgh!”

“Agh! Even though it is late, I congratulate you on getting your name back.”

“Lowly human.”

“Barub. Hahahaha…”

Millions’ loud laughter rang out.

And with that, he drew his last breath.

However, Barub did not stop casting Vacuum on his body until the very end.

They did not stop until it seemed as though they planned to destroy his body until not a single bone or speck of flesh was left.

Barub really was without equal in how cruel and cold one could be.

A brutal revenge was being carried out to the one who had first given them the taste of defeat.

Some time later.

“Kuhu…”

Soaked in blood, Barub kneeled in the middle of the battleground.

The area around was the same.

Sticky blood had made a swamp of the area.

Barub did not have any strength to self congratulate themself for the victory obtained.

Breathing heavily, they could only heal themself to kindle the flickering flame that was their life.

Millions had been defeated by Barub.

One could say that they were evenly matched to the dot.

Barub’s victory could be attributed to luck.

After all, the fight had been decided with Barub coming out just the slightest bit ahead.

Barub received all the power that Millions possessed.

However, due to the sheer amount of damage received, Barub could not feel any increase in power.

With how their life could be snuffed out with any given moment, there was no time to sense how stronger they had become after all.

Calling forth what strength they had left, Barub increased the speed of their recovery.

While it wasn’t possible for Barub to recover as fast as when they reattached their dismembered arm, their organs and body began to slowly heal.

Recovering enough to just barely move their body, Barub stood up and walked forward.

Their eyes rested on the artifacts that they had left behind.

Barub’s golden armor had already served its purpose and was utterly destroyed.

The armor had lost its stat bonuses and had become just a piece of scrap metal.

However, Millions’ armor that had taken far more damage was surprisingly recovering its form slowly.

Was this the difference between the higher tier and the highest tier equipment?

Barub had just realized much too late how important artifacts were.

On top of that, Barub learned just how important proper usage of skills decided the outcome of a battle.

“Urk… The great Barub, brought so low.”

Barub tossed aside their armor they could no longer use.

At the same time, Barub put on the armor that Millions left behind.

Millions’ armor that had holes here and there recovered back to its original form, and also readjusted itself to fit Barub’s form.

There was no remorse in Barub’s mind for Millions.

Instead, one could only see Barub preparing to hunt the next prey.

With the armor equipped, Barub forcefully moved their horribly thorn facial muscles to smile.

“Kuha! This equipment is on another level compared to what the counts used. Millions. To think that you would lose even with armor like this. It seems that it cannot be helped for lowly humans.”

The slow healing picked up at an insane rate as Barub recovered their body and regained their strength.

And since they had defeated Millions, their strength was now nearly two fold.

While kindling the flame of life was difficult, putting the firewood of great power on the flames created a roaring inferno that could not be stopped.

This resulted in Barub recovering from all their wounds in less than 5 minutes, and their attention shifted to seeking out the next target.

At this point, many requests for summons had arrived in their status window.

After all, they had contacted the remaining 6 marquises to let them know of Min-Cheol’s plans.

They half believed the information that Barub had leaked, but the price on Barub’s head was something that they could not ignore.

The remaining marquises probably had no idea that Barub had defeated two marquises at this point.

They must be thinking that only a few counts they lost contact with were the only ones done in by Barub.

After recovery and feeling the immense amount of newfound strength, Barub spoke.

“They all are shouting over each other to be killed. I now hold the upperhand of this bet.”

Barub did not accept the summons.

Instead, they sent a summon request for one of the marquises that had sent a summon request.

It was because Barub knew that if they were grouped, they would not be able to avoid a difficult fight.

Marquises that had no idea how strong Barub were.

Each of them will fall into the hole that Barub had dug up one by one, as if entranced.

The marquises will come without realizing that the bottom of the hole is where Hell and death awaits.

It didn’t take long before the system’s sound announcing that a marquis had accepted the summons sounded.

-‘Sir Dopel’ has accepted the summons.

“This dawn could not get any better!”

****

With his plan exposed by Barub, Min-Cheol moved on his own.

It was because he could not risk Dan and Audu from getting into danger.

He searched after the marquises on his own.

However, this was a lot more dangerous than what seemed on the surface.

It wasn’t as if Min-Cheol knew all the faces of marquises and counts, and he had never met the castellan.

It was a fact that it’d be difficult and there would be limitations for Min-Cheol to confirm the identity of each person encountered using just the accounting book in his hand.

Because Barub had defeated Millions, there were only 6 marquises remaining.

And the 6 of them weren’t exclusive preys for Min-Cheol.

After all, Barub had summoned the one named Dopel to themself.

This meant that no matter how quickly and successfully he moved, he could only obtain 5 marquises at best.

And Barub wouldn’t be watching idly by.

In the current situation, if Barub killed 3 marquises excluding Dopel, then there was no way to know for sure who would win the best.

Even though Min-Cheol had the insanely powerful cloning skill, if he did not keep increasing his own strength, then it would be the same as a frog stuck in a well.

If that happened, then the only thing Min-Cheol could do was to attack the Castellan Mithrael.

Min-Cheol had his assistants Dan and Audu. On top of that, no one in Larkenta knew just how powerful the castellan was.

To go against him was the same amount of recklessness as when he smashed the gate back on Earth and charged in without a plan.

However, if the situation had become so that he could not match up against Barub’s strength, then it would be do or die.

Min-Cheol was even thinking about the worst case scenario ahead of time.

And so he decided to move alone in order to prevent that worst case scenario from happening.

“Going to the estate of a marquis isn’t really ideal…”

Despite hesitating, Min-Cheol headed for the estate of a marquis without much of a choice.

He could hear that there was quite the commotion coming from within the estate.

Casting the stealth skill again, he carefully opened the door with haste.


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I Never Run Out of Mana Chapter 241

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241. Stepping on the Trap

A total of 5 people were inside the estate that Min-Cheol arrived at.

It was easy to see that all of them had statuses equal or higher than counts.

After all, their clothes oozed out classiness, and they wore expensive accessories that both the common folk and nobles of lower rank could not dare afford.

Confirming their numbers, Min-Cheol immediately contacted Dan.

It was to find out their identities before attacking.

“Dan. You’re with Count Audu, right?”

“Yes. I am with him.”

“I’m going to start listing their characteristics, so tell me who they are. Okay?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“One of them is short, about 160cm tall, has a mustache, and a button nose.”

Dan immediately told Audu what Min-Cheol said, and they were able to easily identify him as Count Snuck.

Dan did not question why like he usually does.

It was because he believed that there was an important reason why Min-Cheol was acting the way he was.

As if partaking in a speed quiz, Dan quickly and accurately answered Min-Cheol’s questions.

Without any hesitation, Dan worked together with Audu to answer what they believed was the most likely.

“It’s Count Snuck. His name is on the accounting book as well.”

“Good. Next is…”

Min-Cheol’s questions continued nonstop.

That meant that Dan’s answers also continued without interruption.

With that, they were able to confirm 3 counts and a marquis.

While it was impressive of Min-Cheol to pick out their special characteristics accurately and explain it to the two of them, the assistance that Dan and Audu provided was impressive as well.

It is not easy to guess a person’s identity correctly from descriptions alone after all.

However, it was easier because the pool to guess from was the remaining counts and marquises.

Min-Cheol’s eyes rested on the last person.

“A tall person, about 2m in height, long straight hair, and has blue eyes.”

“Tall and has straight hair. And blue eyes…”

“Is it difficult? They look toned and quite pretty.”

“Hm…”

The answer to the last question did not come so easily like the rest.

Fully aware that Dan and Audu were doing their best to ponder, Min-Cheol did not rush them and instead waited quietly.

However, because no answer could be reached, a voice mixed with a sigh came through the messenger spell.

“Master. I don’t think that person is a noble of Larkenta?”

“Is that so? He seems to stand out.”

“While that is true, I can’t think of anyone that fits your description.”

“I see.”

“I apologize.”

“No. If you and Count Audu believe that to be the case, then it cannot be wrong.”

“Then.. Do you plan to attack regardless?”

“Of course. How can I not attack when the situation is this dire. I shall be shoving the unidentifiable man into my storage and wipe out the rest.”

“Yes. Then please contact us when you need us again. We shall be on standby.”

“Alright.”

While it wasn’t perfect, the majority of them had been identified.

Watching out for the unidentified man, Min-Cheol snuck into the estate.

He planned to watch them for a bit in order to make sure that no unforeseen events would occur.

However, they weren’t any different from the nobles he had seen so far.

Like those before them, they spoke about the troubles that Demon had caused for them and other small talk.

Min-Cheol’s plan had not changed since meeting with Audu.

There was no way that he could drag someone innocent into harm’s way.

The plan was to shove the stranger into the storage safely and begin fighting.

Right as he was about to appear before them, Min-Cheol was unsettled by the words that came next.

“Count Snuck.”

“Yes, sir marquis.”

“It seems that we’ll have to command the new slaves coming in to undertake a massive cleaning of the estate.”

“Yes, of course. How could we not when the area has become a mess filled with the stench of blood?”

“That’s one thing, but it seems that the estate is filled with scurrying rats.”

“Huh? Rats?”

“Do you not see?”

“…”

“That big rat that is staring at us.”

The one to speak to Snuck was the only marquis present, Marquis Palia.

His words carried a hidden meaning.

It wasn’t to point out that the estate was dirty.

Palia knew exactly of Min-Cheol’s presence.

After all, he pointed where Min-Cheol was hiding while saying that there was a big rat.

Min-Cheol was a bit shaken by what he had said, but since he was going to step forward to fight anyways, he moved with relative calm.

His calm demeanor was only possible because he knew that someone as strong as a marquis could see through stealth without much difficulty.

“A rat… Where do you mean?”

“It seems that your eyesight isn’t that good. There. Right over there.”

“Hoho. I don’t see anything… A-Ah! Who are you?”

“Isn’t it rude for a noble to call someone a rat?”

“Then how do you suggest I call someone who quietly hides and eavesdrops on the conversation? Now reveal yourself already!”

“I’ll apologize firsthand that I’m not Demon, the one you’ve all been waiting for.”

Like before, Min-Cheol tossed the pages of the accounting book.

However, the nobles did not laugh and taunt Min-Cheol after seeing the accounting book, but instead looked at the unidentified man for confirmation.

While they did not say a single word, they rolled their eyes while keeping their heads low.

The stranger had a smirk, looking at Min-Cheol as if amused.

Palia stepped forward and spoke.

“So you’re the one who destroyed Swesi.”

“We didn’t fully believe what Demon said, but it seems that what was said was true, sir marquis.”

“So Barub was the one to give it away?”

“Today is the last day you do as you please!”

“Do you really think so?”

In an instant, 5 clones were summoned behind Min-Cheol.

The nobles were hesitant after seeing the clones let out a significant amount of power.

However, the unidentified man’s smile alone grew wider.

As if to say that this situation was incredibly amusing.

Ignoring him, Min-Cheol prepared to fight.

However, there was something he had to do before annihilating them all.

It was to shove the smiling man into the storage so that he wouldn’t get caught up in the battle.

While Min-Cheol couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling, he still moved according to his original plan.

After opening the storage, Min-Cheol charged towards the group of nobles.

Grabbing the man by his collar, Min-Cheol put strength into his arm to toss him into the storage.

However.

“Hm?”

“You little! How dare you do that?”

“What… I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Oh! Are you alright?”

The man did not budge an inch even with Min-Cheol ’s strength.

He did not move an inch as if rooted to the ground, and only his clothes were torn instead.

However, the ones more shocked than Min-Cheol right now were the counts and the marquis.

They were stomping on the ground and circling in panic.

Min-Cheol realized that something was very wrong.

He felt the sudden uncertainty that the person he had tried to protect was the most dangerous person here.

Despite all this, the man showed how relaxed he was with a smile.

It happened as everyone, including Min-Cheol , were frozen in shock.

The firstborn clone charged at Min-Cheol , wrapped his arms around Min-Cheol ’s waist, and then jumped back.

These clones did not do anything without Min-Cheol ’s command.

However, the only explanation for this behavior was that they moved on their own will.

The firstborn clone let Min-Cheol go and whispered in his ear.

“Bad feeling. Bad energy.”

“…”

Hearing what the firstborn clone said, the second oldest clone swore in anger.

As if polar opposites, it seemed that the second oldest clone did not like anything the oldest clone did.

“Idiot. Don’t move without command!”

“He’ll die. Min-Cheol. If Min-Cheol dies, we all perish.”

“Let whatever happens happen. Tsk.”

“…”

Surround by his clones, Min-Cheol looked at the man.

And then he was able to realize that what the firstborn clone did was not to be berated for.

The man’s face was pale.

However, his skin that was exposed from the torn clothes was not pale like his face.

It was filled with a darkness that seemed like it could suck in anything.

So pitch black that it reminded Min-Cheol of a black hole.

It was dark enough to not only suck the light around him, but the sun in the sky.

The firstborn clone had been able to somehow sense how strong the stranger was.

That was why the clone had charged in to protect the main body that was Min-Cheol .

Min-Cheol ’s head was filled with thoughts.

A man that he had no information on. But he seemed stronger than anyone here.

While Min-Cheol could not confirm it, the aura around him suggested it so.

It happened as Min-Cheol thought that he could possible be the castellan.

-A Soul Messenger has arrived from ‘Dan’.

-Will you accept?

“Yeah. Dan.”

“Master! The fight hasn’t started yet, right?”

“Not yet. So speak to me calmly.”

“You need to flee immediately! Right now!”

“Is the person that I asked about last… the castellan?”

“Yes! That’s correct. Because the two of us only thought about the counts and marquises, we had missed him. That guy is the castellan of Larkenta, Mithrael!”

“I had thought that the aura around him wasn’t anything to scoff at…”

“Master. You need to retreat immediately. You understand, right?”

“…”

“Please! Now is not the time to be stubborn! Don’t you know that those who put all their eggs in one basket meet a terrible fate? Please come back and let’s make a plan, yes? I’m sure that there is a better way!”

“I understand what you’re saying.”

“Master. Master?”

Min-Cheol quickly ended his call with Dan.

And then he looked towards the castellan to speak.

“I had my doubts, but to think that you were the castellan.”

“You shut your mouth!”

“The rest of you, stay out of this. If you want to continue living a bit longer that is.”

“What! You dare!”

“Seems you have quite the strange hobby.”

“You’re quite amusing.”

“First, I’ll apologize. Sorry. I should’ve had your name at the very top of this accounting book’s page. Seems you really enjoyed picking off maidens and young Protectors.”

“Do their worthless lives really matter? Have you come to berate me for my wrongdoings?”

“The trial for your wrongdoings has already ended. The death penalty.”

“Kuhuhuhu. If you’re finished talking, then hurry up and escape.”

“Huh?”

“Do you really think that you’re able to face me right now?”

“That’s for me to find out. But, you plan to let me go? You’re really insane, aren’t you?”

“There’s no need to show my strength in such a boring fight, no?”

“…”

“You will eventually need my strength. I shall make it so.”

“What?”

Finishing his words, Mithrael turned around immediately.

It seemed that he had no desire to fight at all.

Min-Cheol did not have any intentions of letting Mithrael walk away like that.

Commanding the youngest clone to deal with the count and marquis, Min-Cheol charged at the castellan.

However.

“Urk!”

“I told you to go back.”


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239. Name Reclaimed

Barub’s body was strengthened, enveloped in black.

Barub had casted a body strengthening skill that would not be easily penetrated by most attacks.

On top of that, they casted Vacuum 1 , which they had used to butcher many slaves.

Both the tips of their hands tried to pull everything near them like black holes while seeming to desire spreading out and destroying everything.

The corpses of slaves and the knights sprawled out across the floor. And the weapons and armors they used too were instantly sucked into the tips of Barub’s fingers.

What happened after was horrifyingly brutal.

Like how vegetables and fruits in a blender, whatever that was sucked in was ground apart.

However, the situation with Millions was different.

It seemed that Barub’s Vacuum was far too weak to pull in Millions.

As if his feet were fixed to the lobby’s floor, he did not even budge.

Instead, the only thing that moved was his hair due to the air around being sucked in.

Barub had expected that Vacuum would not be able to defeat Millions.

However, Barub was a bit shocked at how Millions would not even budge.

They obtained the power of a marquis, the same title Millions held. Seeing that their attacks did not even work in the slightest even though they had obtained the power of some counts on top of that, it couldn’t be helped that Barub would be shocked.

Barub eventually had to cease casting the skill.

Realizing that they could not damage Millions from range no matter what, they stopped to conserve energy instead.

Instead of spreading their power evenly, Barub planned to focus it all on close quarter combat.

Millions mockingly laughed and looked down at them.

“So you boasted so loudly to show me a pathetic attack like this… How laughable.”

“Kuha. How about this then?”

In an instant, Barub dashed behind Millions.

This was the skill that they had used in the fight with Jurassic before.

It was a movement that looked as if the user was just passing by the opponent without doing anything else, but the overwhelming amount of brute force that followed would cause the target to take massive amounts of damage.

The only person who knew about this skill and how it worked was Barub.

That was why all those who fought against Barub in the Festival of Blood were defeated without being able to retaliate.

After Barub landed to the opposite side of the lobby, massive shockwaves filled the lobby.

It was as if a massive metal bat was repeatedly bashing into someone.

“…”

Complete silenced fell.

Because of the large noise that passed before, it seemed even quieter.

Barub stood up with their back to Millions.

However, strangely Millions stood still without any movement.

It was as if they had died from a single strike with their body frozen in place.

However, Barub’s doubt and the silence that blanketed both of them were broken immediately by Millions’ laughter.

“Pfft!”

“…”

“Haven’t you forgotten? I am your owner.”

“What?”

“Demon. I’ve observed every fight you partook in the festival without missing a single one. Saw countless slaves lose their lives to your tricks.”

“…”

“And you still think that this skill would work on me? How much more do you plan to disappoint me? This attack is so pathetic that it’s enough to make me lose what old fondness and compassion I have left for you.”

“Urgh…”

Millions turned around and looked at Barub.

There was not even a small scratch that could be seen on Millions’ body.

Not only that, but the armor that he was wearing shined as if it had just been repaired and was without a single scratch.

This meant that he had prevented even a single hit from going through with just his bare hands.

Barub looked a Millions with disbelief.

While this wasn’t their most powerful attack, it was true that Barub had expected it would at least do something.

Because Barub believed that they were evenly matched, it was that much more shocking for them.

Millions slowly approached Barub, who was lost in shock.

“Frozen stiff? Have you kneeled in defeat to my overwhelming power?”

“…”

“As expected. There’s nothing else that fits you better, no?”

“Kuhahat. To think that you’d be this strong.”

“Seems you’ve killed at least a marquis before coming to me, but do you think that’s enough to defeat me?”

“The fight isn’t over yet.”

“Then try taking this head on. The attack from your master, who will remain your master till death!”

“Urk!”

In a blink of an eye, Millions’ body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow towards Barub.

Before Barub was able to mount a defense, the attack flew in.

The attack was so swift that most Protectors wouldn’t be able to see it with their eyes.

However, Barub didn’t just allow the attack to connect so easily.

It was obvious that blocking using an artifact would only destroy the artifact.

Instead, Barub decided to use their fists to block Millions’ punches.

They were demonstrating the fight of raw strength against raw strength that Barub had talked about.

So many shockwaves were produced that it was hard to believe that it was from a clash of fists.

At this point, it wasn’t surprising that sparks flew as if metal were clashing against one another.

After raining down tens of swings, Millions made distance in an instant to cast his spells.

The movements flowed smoothly and naturally like water, and it did not allow the opponent enough time to react.

On the other hand, Barub focused completely on defensive techniques.

It was obvious that if Barub did not pay attention to their defensive techniques even for a moment, they would receive a massive amount of damage.

“You little…”

“Because this is my first fight in a while, it seems that my skills have rusted considerably. The real attacks begin now. See if you can handle it!”

“Urk!”

In an instant, Millions finished casting his magic.

Behind him were thousands of sword auras formed up already, and each of it seemed imbued with either electrical or ice elements.

Anyone could tell from a glance the sheer number of sword auras and the power they exuded were overwhelming, and they flew towards Barub without any delay.

If this wasn’t a brutal fight of spilling blood and rending flesh, one could see this scene as a spectacle.

Barub did everything they could to defend against the sword auras.

Because they didn’t have any methods of defense, Barub could only defend the onslaught using their own body and brute force.

It wasn’t as if Barub had obtained a skill or held an amazing artifact either.

And to make things more difficult, the sword auras didn’t simply just fly in a single direction.

Like Min-Cheol’s Piercing Sword, these sword auras moved as the owner willed, and they also chased after the target as well.

No matter how even the match-up, there was no way to block every attack with their bare hands.

Barub allowed quite a lot of sword auras to slip through, and their body that was covered and enhanced by a pitch black aura was starting to show chips and streaks of red blood.

While it wasn’t a fatal and deep wound, they were receiving damage like a stone slowly being chipped away.

And so a decent chunk of time had passed with Barub defending and removing the sword auras.

Seeing all of this from quite a distance away, Millions spoke with a smile.

“To think that you can’t do anything against an attack as simple as this. And you wanted a fight between raw strengths? Pffhaha!”

“Urugh…”

“Now witness what true power is! Oraa!”

As soon as he had finished speaking, Millions charged at Barub.

The sword auras didn’t stop though.

His skill continued to draw Barub’s attention and forced them to focus on defense.

The reason for him closing the distance was to land a close quarters attack alongside the skill.

Barub saw what Millions was doing, but did not make any moves.

It seemed that they were busy defending, completely focused on dealing the sword auras.

And keeping his hands hidden while getting close to Barub, Millions gathered a massive amount of power in his fists.

At the same time, only about half the number of sword auras remained.

It must be that since power was spread out, he was reducing the output on the skill and focusing the close quarters attack.

Both his fists compressed with power let out a bright glow.

In an instant, the light from Millions filled Barub’s field of view.

Those fists flew towards Barub’s face.

Right as Millions’ attack seemed to land on Barub…

“Kuhahat!”

“Hm?”

Barub gave up defending against the sword auras.

While the number did shrink in half, despite knowing that the number of sword auras still remained as a staggering amount, Barub completely shifted their focus onto grabbing Millions.

The disturbing sound of flesh being torn filled the air countless times.

After all, the sword auras that succeeded in attacking didn’t disappear and continued to tear apart Barub.

With Barub’s difficult to believe response, Millions couldn’t help but be taken back.

It was enough to make Millions wonder if Barub had lost their mind from the continued onslaught of attacks.

Even though defending wasn’t enough already, they had given up on defense and grabbed onto him for a reason Millions could not fathom.

Barub’s blood flew all over the place.

Their battlefield was coated in red and the smell of iron filled the air.

And so Millions believed that this short confrontation was over.

He believed that Barub had given up.

With his new conclusion in mind, he planned to deal the finishing blow.

The sword auras disappeared and Millions’ fists grew brighter.

It was the moment when he was dealing a blow to Barub, who was clinging on like a spider.

“Huh?”

“Kuhat. Don’t you know that victory and defeat are decided in a single crucial moment, Millions.”

“Up to your little tricks again!”

“There is nowhere to run. Meet your death.”

“Bastard!”

Barub used Vacuum on both their hands to put one near Millions’ stomach and the other on the back of his head.

Vacuum wasn’t very powerful from a distance, but what would happen if it was in close quarters?

Their hands that completely attached themselves to Millions’ body began to suck in with great force.

While Barub did attempt this attack, it wasn’t as if Millions’ hand were tied.

Millions tried to remain as calm as possible and landed his fists onto Barub.

Not 100% of the force was properly delivered due to being too close to one another, but it was definitely a powerful attack since all the power that he could gather was behind it.

“Ugh! I shall endure it a hundred and a thousand times.”

“Urk!”

Right now, the situation for the two of them was equal to two snakes swallowing each other’s tails.

With no defensive tactics in play, both were putting everything into offense.

Who had the more powerful attack was an important factor in determining who would win.

Millions’ strikes continued, and Barub poured in greater amounts of power into the skill.

It was then.

“Urgh!”

“Kuha! Seems now it’ll be a fair fight! A fight between raw power and raw power, Millions!”

“…”

Millions’ armor that protected the back of his neck and his stomach crumpled due to Vacuum.

Now Millions’ body was completely bare.

With that, Barub’s Vacuum tore into his body without remorse.

It was hard to know how long each would last.

Barub wasn’t in a good situation either.

They were in a half beaten to death due to Millions’ strikes.

The side of their stomach, their back, and their face was destroyed to the point where it was hard to recognize.

After all, their body was torn up to the point where their intestines were visible.

The fight between the two snakes biting each other’s tail would have its winner be decided in a single decisive blow to come.


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I Never Run Out of Mana Chapter 238

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238. Owner and Slave. Slave and Owner.

“Kuhat! Marquis Millions. Very glad to see you. As fond as meeting for the first time in a while.”

“Demon… You little!”

Millions was at the estate of a count, in the lobby.

Receiving the message that Barub accepted the summons, he received him with a frown.

Millions and Barub. There was only a distance of 5m between them.

It seemed as though an intense fight would occur at any moment, accompanied by a vicious exchange of words.

With his back against a pillar and leaning back, Millions stared down Barub with disappointment, betrayal, and killing intent in his eyes.

Barub responded to Millions’ stare with mocking laughter and spoke.

“Many things have changed in such a short amount of time. Isn’t that so? Enough to flip Larkenta on its head.”

“Demon. I saw you as a colleague and not as a slave. You dare respond to my favor with this? To betray me and sully my name!”

“Demon… That’s right. That’s the name that you have given me. The name for the king of the festival and a slave whose life is decided by your words solely. The name you’ve given me so that I’d be your loyal dog!”

“…”

“It’s true that Demon is your slave and colleague. However, I am Demon no longer. I have obtained enough power to regain my true name. A name for someone who isn’t your colleague or your slave, but someone equal in strength.”

“Arrogant fool! How dare you bare your teeth against your master. Seems you have a death wish?”

“Kuhat! My name is Barub. The name of your enemy, not your slave. And it is the name of the one who will cruelly butcher you. Remember it well. Even as you die.”

“I did worry a bit that something like this would eventually happen. You did try to hide it, but I could see ambition far more passionate than any I have seen. However, you are foolish to think that you could overcome me no matter how much you struggle. And since you refuse to realize that, you will meet your death.”

“Millions. It seems you still do not understand the situation. I am disappointed.”

“You dare challenge me, a marquis, after defeating a few counts and stealing their artifacts? You imbecile.”

“Ah. Are you talking about these?”

Barub looked towards the golden armor and lightning sword equipped while speaking.

This was a behaviour frivolous to the point of being nonsensical for Millions to see.

After all, just a few hours ago the dog he had been raising had suddenly changed its attitude and started to attack its master in an attempt to bite him.

Even if Barub’s appearance had become clean and a new weapon adorned them, that did not change anything.

For Millions, it was laughably ridiculous how Barub was overestimating their own strength.

“Such an amusing item. It’s something amazing created by the ingenuity and creativity of humans.”

“You continue with arrogance as if you’re a god. Right now, you’ve barely become stronger than a count.”

“A god… it’s true that it won’t be long before it becomes a reality.”

“Seems you’ve lost your mind. I shall teach you well the consequences of barking at your owner without fear! Demon!”

“Seems this will be a fight for me to take back my name, Barub.”

“However, it seems that I have overestimated you.”

“Hm?”

“Seeing as you have come on your own without realizing your place, I have now realized that you have far less potential than I had originally thought.”

“Millions. Have you considered that it’s the other way around…”

“That won’t happen.”

Millions stopped leaning on the pillar and straightened up.

After that, he took off the cape on his shoulder and tossed it on the floor.

And with that, his form that had been hidden by his cape came into view.

Instead of casualwear, he had changed into armor meant for battle.

The silver armor looked plain without anything unique about it.

The appearance of the armor looked like something you could easily find in the markets, even the ones outside Larkenta’s castle.

That wasn’t the only odd thing out.

Millions did not have any weapons in his hands.

There was a possibility that he could create weapons using his powers, but he didn’t do that either.

As Millions moved, so did Barub prepare for battle.

There was a smile on Barub’s face, but he could not afford to relax.

This was the man who made Barub taste defeat for the first time.

Even though they had never bowed to anyone before, Millions had overwhelmed them with ease.

The trauma from being defeated by such overwhelming power wouldn’t be forgotten so easily.

And it wasn’t as if Barub had seen Millions fight with everything he has yet.

Fighting with someone without knowing how strong they are.

There wasn’t a fight more difficult than that.

Barub had obtained the power of a marquis by taking advantage of Min-Cheol, but there was a power gap even amongst the nobles.

This meant that even if the title of marquis was the same, not everyone had the same amount of power.

While probably a lot stronger than a count, considering 100 as the average amount of power a marquis has, some could hold 110 and others could hold 90.

No matter how many counts that Barub took down, if Millions had 110 while Keltar had 90, then they would not be able to avoid the fight becoming exceedingly difficult.

Without any weapons and fists clenched tightly, Millions shouted at Barub.

“Now! Come. I shall teach you proper manners!”

“Kuhat. With this, I should be getting a step closer to his strength. How entertaining.”

“If you’re going to stand there idly, then I shall come for you!”

Even considering the fact that the distance between them wasn’t that far, Millions’ attack came at Barub with speed and ferocity that was difficult to believe.

A fist aimed at Barub’s head charged in a blink of an eye.

For Barub however, who had obtained the power of a marquis, that attack didn’t feel that fast.

By tilting their head slightly, they had avoided Millions’ attack with ease.

And just like that, Millions’ fist struck thin air.

Despite the balance of his body had been completely lost, Millions paid no heed and prepared for the next attack.

While Barub was surprised by Millions’ strength, they could also not avoid being surprised by the power they held.

Even though they had obtained this power in an instant, Barub never had thought that the power of a marquis would be this strong.

With that, Barub was relieved that they didn’t fight against someone that monstrously strong on the first day of arriving in Hell.

If Barub had put up a pointless struggle earlier, then the bet with Min-Cheol would’ve ended easily in a pathetic fashion.

It was obvious that Barub would’ve not been able to touch a hair on Millions’ body with their old strength.

It happened as Barub believed that they could finally be on equal footing with Millions.

“Hm?”

“…”

Red blood dripped from Barub’s cheek.

There were many small cuts on their face, as if Barub had walked through a thorny underbrush.

Barub couldn’t help but question what had happened.

They had definitely avoided Millions’ attack without much difficulty.

However, there were wounds as if the blow had glanced Barub.

Wiping the blood on their cheek without much effort, Barub glared at Millions.

“There’s no way you’d know.”

“Is it an illusion?”

“An illusion? Didn’t use anything of the sort.”

“I’m sure I have avoided your attack. However… A sickly feeling remains.”

“By the time you understand what’s going on, you won’t be part of the living. Oraa!”

Millions, who had been simply throwing punches so far, suddenly spun his body to execute a horizontal jab.

The change in attack style was too fast to react to, and the attack struck dead on.

Barub had instinctively blocked the attack using the lightning sword and their forearm, but a massive shockwave followed.

The lightning sword Barub had obtained from the count disintegrated before it could be used even once.

It was so thoroughly destroyed that it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that the sword had been ground to dust.

It wasn’t as if the sword had clashed against another sword, or the sword had made contact with armor.

Without even any gauntlets equipped, the sword had been shattered by Millions’ bare fist.

The damage didn’t stop at the sword.

It wasn’t just the sword that had blocked Millions’ fist.

The golden armor that encased Barub’s forearm also broke apart with ease.

It even penetrated the defensive capabilities of the grey light that Barub used to enhance their body.

The sound of Barub’s pained grunt followed by the sound of shattering bones rang throughout the lobby.

“Urgh!”

However, that didn’t last long.

It was hard to believe, but instead of groans, the sound of laughter came from Barub’s mouth.

“Kuhat! Kuhahahaha! You have an insane amount of strength, Millions.”

“Seems you have enough leisure still to be in awe.”

“It’s quite the fierce attack. Extremely powerful! It only makes things more exciting!”

“The only thing that will come out of your mouth next will be a long sigh. You won’t even be able to beg for your life. I won’t even leave you enough strength to do so. Just a sigh. The last breath you’ll draw in your life.”

“I look forward to it. Kuhahat!”

Barub kicked Millions, who was running like crazy towards Barub, in order to make space between them.

While flying through the air, Barub healed their crippled forearm in that short amount of time.

Same as the rest of them, Barub’s healing capabilities had increased to the point where it could not longer be compared to their previous self.

The situation was that if the healing didn’t work out as they had planned, Barub would’ve had to cut off their flailing tattered forearm in order to continue fighting.

However, Barub’s arm returned to its original form with great speed, as if a spell had been cast.

Twisting their wrist back into place and confirming that the arm had healed, Barub was all smiles.

It was the look of someone who had found enough amusement to last a lifetime.

This wasn’t a boring fight like all the butchering they had done with slaves and counts.

It was as if Barub had found the enjoyment that they had lost.

With that, Barub tossed the gauntlet still remaining on their other hand off.

Following that, Barub further increased the power of the enhancement to their body.

What Barub wanted was simple.

A fight based on pure strength.

A fight that did not rely on the help of swords or metal, but a clash of fists.

Seeing that, Millions found it laughable and smiled.

He had noticed Barub’s intentions.

“Aren’t you putting up a pointless struggle?”

“This is the fight I wanted. A simple, uncomplicated fight of raw power.”

“If that is what you desire, then I shall oblige. Go ahead and try getting your real name back.”

“Oraaaa!”


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236. Blowing Your Nose on Rice That Has Finished Cooking

“Kuurk…”

“Don’t struggle. You’ll die anyway.”

“If you have the time to waste talking, finish him already!”

“Don’t command me. I do not listen to you. And I’m the oldest!”

“Damned if you’re the oldest.”

Keltar’s breathing was labored.

The destroyed lobby floor was being coated by his blood.

Not concerned by the situation, the first and second seemed busy arguing amongst themselves.

Min-Cheol and his clones pushed Keltar to the limit.

Because there was a massive gap in strength, all he could do was to endure.

He did all that he could to escape and look for a chance, but even that seemed impossible.

A chance to retaliate was out of the question, as there wasn’t even a gap he could see.

While he did dream of running away, the situation was that he was enclosed in 6 layers of barriers, unable to do anything.

The result of the fight was decided the moment it began.

From the moment that the sword aura made contact, the overwhelming difference in power was displayed.

It was just that Keltar had a hard time accepting that.

Until now, the only one above him was the Castellan Mithrael.

He naively believed that no one other than the castellan could make him submit or be overpowered by force.

Today, however, he had met a real adversary that could be described as an absolute being.

Min-Cheol, the clones, and Keltar looked at each other, on guard.

Min-Cheol thought of delivering the final strike, and Keltar also planned to gather all his remaining strength to proceed with a final attack.

They charged towards one another with the sound of debris falling from the ceiling announcing the start.

And like that, it happened as they came close to one another.

Keltar suddenly fell.

And as if a bullet had gone through his chest, there was a hole the size of an adult’s arm.

Something from behind Min-Cheol’s back had flew forward and struck dead center.

With Keltar’s death, Min-Cheol and his clones were shocked.

“Dead. We’re not the ones who killed him.”

“You idiot. Should’ve finished quickly!”

“Someone here. Hiding in the estate.”

“Damn it… Put in all the work only to have it be stolen. Search the premises. There is someone hiding in the estate!”

The person to deliver the killing blow to Keltar wasn’t Min-Cheol.

And it wasn’t the clones either.

Someone who had hidden inside the estate had waited for the perfect moment to strike.

It really was the equivalent of destroying something that someone had worked really hard for in an instant.

Like how magical energies worked, the Protector’s power in Hell goes to the one who reaps the target’s life.

It meant that no matter how much someone beat up their target, the one to take all the power was the person who dealt the finishing blow.

Min-Cheol and the clones were enraged, looking all over the place.

It was to find out the thug who hid with their breath held while looking for a chance, only dealing the last hit on Keltar.

You could say that this was an unearned income.

While it wasn’t technically cheating because they had dealt the killing blow, it was obvious to anyone that this method was ill-mannered and petty.

After all, they were stealing someone else’s hard work in an instant.

There was no way that they had traveled through 6 layers of barriers.

Min-Cheol thought to himself that the perpetrator had been hiding here some time after defeating Marquis Leon and before Marquis Keltar rushed here.

Min-Cheol and his clones spread out rapidly to began searching for the intruder.

It was then.

“Kuhat. It was such an amusing spectacle that I couldn’t leave and miss it.”

“…”

“I cannot understand. They’re fighting each other when they should be occupied searching after me.”

There was no need to locate the intruder.

A dark shadow slowly showed itself from the lobby’s ceiling.

He was a grey haired old man with a trained built body.

Min-Cheol could tell immediately who he was the moment he laid eyes on his face.

He was someone that not only Min-Cheol was looking for, but had become the target of every single noble in Larkenta.

Min-Cheol stared at him with a vexed expression while speaking.

That is, to Demon.

“Demon…”

“You’ve really prepared a nice meal. How could I show you my appreciation? Kuhat!”

“Got good at acting like a thug? You appeared here willingly when you should be running as fast as you can.”

“It seems you’re quite the entertaining one.”

“…”

“I partook in the Festival of Blood as Millions’ slave. The competition that is the obsession of the nobles here in Larkenta.”

“It’s a pretty famous festival, and I know that you’ve really made a name for yourself in it. The king of the festival. Demon.”

“Kuhat. The nobles sought to observe the festival by seeking the battlefield. Obviously the counts, but the marquises too. However… Out of the less than 10 marquises that exist, I have not seen your face.”

“…”

“The one I took the life from is Marquis Keltar. If you’re someone who could deal with a marquis as he was a child, then wouldn’t they be someone who has at least a title greater than that of a marquis? You could be the Castellan Mithrael. Or…”

“Someone from another world?”

“Kuhahat! So we meet like this.”

“I had my doubts, but it seems this is how it is. Barub. I thought that you had become so famous in Hell that you planned to enjoy a laid back life here.”

“Didn’t you come visit me in the Festival of Blood before?”

“I did, once. It was when I was beginning to suspect that you were Barub.”

“I knew it. I’m sure that my opponent was Jurassic at the time. While I was fighting him, I felt an intense killing intent. It wasn’t from Jurassic. It was someone from the crowd. It was the killing intent that you let out.”

“While I was tense, I don’t think I’ve let out my killing intent. Well, I guess I don’t have to go to the celestial plane because of how things have turned out. You’ll meet your end here, Barub.”

Min-Cheol planned to immediately fight Barub after the reveal.

After all, Min-Cheol was far stronger than Barub now.

It was true that there was nothing to gain from giving Barub more time.

However, Barub was not a fool.

And Barub had just witnessed Min-Cheol overpower Keltar.

Before this, Barub had only enough strength to defeat two or three counts at most.

But after a long wait, Barub was able to obtain a massive amount of power.

Barub had no plans to fight Min-Cheol as of now.

And on top of that, Barub was rather surprised just how strong Min-Cheol had become.

Barub had thought that the Festival of Blood was the only answer to become strong before, but now Min-Cheol was far stronger.

And Barub’s surprise didn’t end there.

It was a shocking revelation for Barub to see that Min-Cheol had the same idea of hunting down nobles.

Barub laughed heartily while speaking.

“Kuhahat. I see that you’re impatient as usual. Lowly human.”

“Let’s see how long you can keep talking like that. The only one to return to the celestial plane will be me!”

“I’ve already confirmed your strength with mine eyes. And you think I will still face you?”

“…”

“If the person I had murdered by tearing him apart wasn’t a count, this could’ve been rather troublesome”

“What…”

“It would be difficult for me to break through the barriers you have put up.”

Demon knocked on the barriers set up all around the lobby while speaking.

Demon was right.

These barriers have been set by Min-Cheol’s power.

And his clones had joined in the fray as well.

This meant that Barub could not escape using one’s own strength.

But the reason why Barub could be so bold was because of the Return Scroll.

Before coming here, where Min-Cheol was.

Barub had to wait for a very long time at a nearby estate to kill a single count.

The count that had been overwhelmed had decided to pick the last resort of fleeing.

And so one of the items that spilled out of the storage was a Return Scroll.

For Barub, it was extremely fortunate.

Before, Barub had no knowledge of artifacts and consumables, but this event had opened the eyes.

Painfully torturing the dying count, Barub forced him to pour out the countless artifacts within the storage.

Due to how large the size of the storage was, the amount of artifacts that poured out was just as much.

Of course, Barub was not interested in jewels or cores.

To Barub, they just looked like colorful rocks after all.

Not giving a second glance to magical orbs or skill scrolls, Barub’s focus was on the Return Scrolls, weapons, and defensive equipments.

It was an item that the count had tried to grab right before dying.

Anyone could tell that it’s purpose was to transport or at least used to aid in escaping.

Barub brought up a Return Scroll to Min-Cheol.

Confirming what Barub was holding up, Min-Cheol’s expression hardened further.

After all, he knew better than anyone what that bloodied, muddied, and half ripped scroll signified.

Min-Cheol gave a defeated smile.

No matter how fast he attacked Barub, there was no way that he could kill him in the short amount of time it would take to tear apart that scroll.

Barub continued to speak calmly, probably aware of that as well.

As if trying to make Min-Cheol collapse from the frustration, Barub mockingly continued.

“Kuhu. Seems I’ve received quite a big gift unexpectedly before my departure. I think with this much power, I should be able to aim not only for counts, but marquises as well.”

“Remember that feeling well. It’ll be the last bit of power you obtain.”

“Kuhat! We’ll see about that. There are still 19 days left before the return trip back to the celestial plane. That’s more than enough time to flip the tables completely.”

“It won’t go the way you plan.”

“Are you sure about that? As you have guessed, I have been hiding in the estate long before Marquis Keltar arrived.”

“…”

“There’s no way that I did not hear the conversation between you and the two people hiding in your storage.”

“You plan to sabotage my plans?”

“Am I not allowed to do so? You speak as if we’re allies.”

“Ah ah. I’ll apologize for that. Go ahead and try to ruin my plan. Even if you do, it won’t change the results.”

“Look forward to it, human.”

****

“Damn it!”

Min-Cheol couldn’t suppress his anger and swung his sword at where Barub had left.

The air around the tip of the sword distorted and a projectile bathed in blue light flew in all directions.

The thick pillars planted all over the lobby snapped like sugar canes when the projectiles made contact.

Not only was the plan going off its tracks with Barub’s appearance, but he had his catch stolen right before his own eyes.

Stopping his angry fit here could honestly be considered a demonstration of good self control considering what had happened.

Min-Cheol immediately opened the storage and summoned the two of them.

“We need to relocate.”

“Master, what is it?”

“I’ll explain the details later. Just think of it as a saboteur has joined the fray. Count Audu. We’ll continue the operation after moving to a new location.”

“I understand. After all, the location does not matter.”

With the interloping Barub’s appearance, the three relocated.

Since the nobles were going to be summoned by Audu’s summoning, it was true that the location does not matter.

And like that, the three of them settled in the remote mountains.


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237. Demon to Barub

Immediately after meeting with Min-Cheol.

Tearing the Return Scroll, Barub returned to the estate of the noble he first visited.

After all, no one would go to an estate that had lost its master.

Barub had quite the satisfied smile.

It was to be expected, as Barub had gained the massive power of a marquis in an instant.

And it was obtained not through a difficult fight, but from dealing only the final blow after hiding quietly.

In a split second, Barub had obtained a massive amount of power that would’ve been difficult to acquire.

One could compare this situation to winning the lottery.

And Barub was now well aware of Min-Cheol’s plan.

Unaware of Barub’s presence, Barub had been able to overhear everything that Min-Cheol spoke with his compatriots.

This meant that Barub could completely sabotage Min-Cheol’s plan.

Ruling out the 2 dead marquises out of the 10, only 8 remained.

Among them was Barub’s previous owner, Millions.

Killing counts was no longer important in this bet between the two.

The deciding factor now was who obtained more power of the marquises, which was far greater than that of the counts.

“Karupedan. This world that conniving girl has created is quite bothersome.”

Barub continued to mutter for awhile as if carrying a conversation with someone, then sat on a chair, clenching and unclenching their hand repeatedly.

Barub continued to move their body, which seemed to not respond to their command entirely.

It was because Barub wasn’t fully used to the power that had suddenly flowed into them.

For Min-Cheol, from Swesi’s guard to the general, and from the counts to the marquises, he had gained power in increasing fashion to increase the amount of power he could handle.

Because of the dizziness and his body overheating when obtaining power for the first time, he had to even swallow the King’s Marbles.

However, Min-Cheol no longer had such a constitution.

Adapting to this world and to his capabilities, his body had evolved to match it.

Barub had consistently traveled with nothing but baggy clothes.

Focusing all of their power into increasing their bodily strength, they had no need for any special artifacts such as armor or weapons.

No. To be more precise, Barub never had felt the importance of artifacts.

Because they were a peerless existence and god, they carried enough power to easily ignore the benefits that artifacts provided.

The slaves participating the Festival of Blood were completely obsessed with obtaining better artifacts with the prize money obtained from the competition, but Barub was the exception.

One of the reasons that the crowd of the festival cheered Barub with fervor was because they fought without any equipment.

However, it was different now.

Barub was wearing a piece of armor that shone gold bright enough to blind, and had also obtained a blueish lightning sword as well.

Barub finally looked less like a god and more like an Awakened or a Protector.

They had obtained the armor and sword from the Mobile Storage of the count that had taught them what a Return Scroll was.

While the nobles almost had no cause to partake in actual combat, many of them were quite greedy for artifacts.

Rather than function, the nobles used the artifacts to flaunt.

This was probably only possible because the nobles cared about how they appeared to others more than anyone else.

5 sets of armor and 3 sets of swords had poured out of the count’s storage.

Each with different colors and shapes, anyone could tell that not only was care taken to make sure the equipment varied in functionality, but also appearances as well.

Barub equipped each of the defensive equipment that had spilled out.

No matter the wearer’s build and body type, these artifacts automatically shrunk or loosened to fit the wearer.

As expected of creations crafted by artisans, this was only possible because these items could be considered nearly sentient.

It was no surprise that Barub chose the equipment specialized for offense.

The armor and boots glowing gold, along with the gauntlet, all raised offensive capabilities.

Each of the defensive equipment raised attack power by 5%.

However, these stats were far lower than the artifacts that Dump had created.

Perhaps because these items were held by a count and not by a marquis, it seemed that the capabilities of the items were not the best.

On top of that, the sword also had an attack damage boost of 10%.

And its special ability could activate at a fixed rate, sending out an indefensible lightning attack.

The indispensable part here means that that attack has a 100% hit rate.

However, it was possible that the attack could be blocked by damage reduction and shields.

With this, Barub had obtained a 30% increase in attack power altogether.

For Barub, who had been fighting without anything, it was change that they had a hard time getting accustomed to.

Perhaps used to this after moving their body around for a long time, Barub sat up and muttered.

“After obtaining this power, the first to come to mind is that man. I’ve made you wait for quite a long time, Millions…”

Barub awkwardly moved their body to bring up their status window.

For Min-Cheol, who was an Awakened, opening his status window was used to distribute stat points with each level, when obtaining a new skill, or to check the effects of an artifact he obtained.

However, for the peerless existence that was Barub, there had never been a need to do so.

And the creation of Awakened or Protectors wasn’t by Barub’s hand.

Both had been created by Karupedan and the God of Death, Gera.

The only time Barub had seen how the message system worked was when Millions commanded Barub to learn how to use Soul Messenger and Summoning, and a few hours ago when Millions sent a request for Barub to be summoned.

It was a pathetic plan, but Barub brought up the Summon Message that Millions had sent.

-Will you accept Millions’ summons?

-Location. Castle Larkenta. (Coordinates 110:448)

“If you want to see me that badly, then I’ll have to show up. Kuhahat!”

Barub accepted Millions’ summons.

After all, they had obtained enough power to no longer be on the backfoot against Millions.

Barub had lived a countless amount of years.

However, the only memory of defeat in their mind was at the hands of Millions.

It was the first day of arriving in Hell that Barub had been smashed into the ground, suffering an embarrassing defeat.

Barub remembered that day when they could not even squirm, forced to submit to Millions’ strength.

Reminiscing the day, Barub unknowingly grinded their teeth.

The moment that Barub accepted the request for summons, the message’s coordinates changed in an instant.

Perhaps because Millions had switched to to a new location since the moment of request, the coordinates now pointed at Millions’ new coordinates.

-Changed location. Castle Larkenta. (Coordinates 180:51)

The air warped in an instant and Barub headed through to where Millions was.

****

“Seems this is a fine location here.”

“Master. Isn’t this the middle of the hunting grounds?”

“That’s right. I’m sure that the number of people traversing through a pitch dark night in the middle of the 8th rank hunting grounds are few at most.”

“Well, it seems like this is a good place to begin the operation.”

“Count Audu. Can you begin summoning the marquises again?”

“Understood.”

Min-Cheol and his group positioned themselves at the base of the mountains located within the 8th tier hunting grounds.

Losing the marquises power a moment ago to Barub was a huge loss.

The reason for changing the location was to make sure that it wouldn’t happen again.

Because they had arrived here by tearing apart a scroll, there was a very low chance that Barub would come here.

Min-Cheol summoned his clones to clear out the monsters nearby.

While that was happening, Audu was working on setting up the next target.

It didn’t take long for a marquis to be summoned here.

He did not take kindly to Min-Cheol, who was there instead of the king in the Festival of Blood, Demon.

Without pleasantries or explanations, Min-Cheol began a brutal attack with his clones.

It seemed as though the pace of the fighting had picked up severely.

Because he had lost his prey just before, he wasn’t holding back anything and pressing with everything he had.

As expected, the winner was decided quickly.

The marquis lost his life, and Min-Cheol completely absorbed his power.

Massive shockwaves and tremors filled the nearby area, but this was the hunting grounds.

No one would be suspicious, and there was no way that anyone would come to the base of the mountains so out of the way.

Min-Cheol and his clones quickly performed a bit of maintenance and pushed Audu to hurry with the next prey.

Since the plan had been exposed to Barub, Min-Cheol did not want any hurdles to come up in his plan from unnecessary delays.

“Count Audu. Let’s speed things up.”

“Huh?”

“Please call 2 at a time now. There are only 7 left. 2, 2, and then 3 please.”

“A-Are you sure about that? Your opponents are marquises after all…”

“No issues.”

“If that’s what you want, then I shall do so.”

“Yes, please do.”

Audu quickly sent a Soul Message to someone.

While it was unfortunate that he could not contact multiple people at the same time, Audu was going as fast as he could.

However, Min-Cheol could tell that the contents of the conversation was different from before.

Audu’s expression hardened quickly, and his pupils shook with worry as if unsure of what to do.

However, it didn’t seem to Min-Cheol that he was up to something fishy behind his back.

Min-Cheol immediately asked the moment that Audu’s message spell finished.

“What’s going on? Your expression doesn’t seem that good.”

“It’s a huge problem. The plan has gone awry.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“It seems that someone has spread rumors of our plan.”

Dan and Audu had no idea of Barub’s appearance, because they had stayed inside of Min-Cheol’s storage the entire time.

It was obvious, since they were waiting in a space completely isolated from the outside.

Min-Cheol immediately thought of Barub’s face.

The only ones to know about the plan were Dan, Audu and Barub after all.

While Min-Cheol knew that Barub would disrupt the plan to some degree, he did not expect for Barub to cause this much trouble for his plans in such a short amount of time.

Audu continued speaking while beads of cold sweat ran down his face.

“The person I contacted is Marquis Servant. He and I were quite close.”

“…”

“Marquis Servant knew everything about our plan. He even knew how and by who Leon, Keltar, and the marquis that just arrived here, Luper, died to.”

“Damn it… Barub.”

“Huh? Barub? Are you telling me that someone else other than the three of us know of this plan? Regardless, it seems that things have become a lot more difficult…”

That was right.

Returning to the estate of the count, Barub wasn’t just muttering to themself.

While trying to get used to the newfound power by moving around their body, Barub had contacted the marquises that they had learned by both face and name back from the Festival of Blood in order to spread the news.

For Min-Cheol, it was as if he had been struck at the back of his twice.

Despite attempting to contact the other marquises after the initial failure, the situation was the same.

Aware of Min-Cheol’s plan, none of the marquises were receiving Audu’s summons.

“What should we do?”

“It’s obvious that this situation isn’t good. However, it’s not that dire if we change our perspective a bit.”

“Huh?”

“If we consider that I’ve been fed prey this entire time… Now I’m just starting the hunt for real. Now is when I’ve changed from prey to a predator.”

“…”

“Now I shall be hunting with my life on the line. My storage is no longer safe. I will be contacting you two both later.”

Min-Cheol’s eyes were filled with killing intent, and neither Audu or Dan asked any further after seeing that.

Perhaps with his heart hardened, he spoke to the two in a cold tone and immediately left.


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234. Forced Summoning (2)

After the situation was taken care of, Min-Cheol recalled his clones.

The clones performed maintenance on their gear and cleaned the blood off their bodies before disappearing.

It was enough to make Min-Cheol wonder what would have happened without them.

After that, Min-Cheol contacted Dan, who was on standby on the roof of one of the structures near the main building.

It was to tell him to come inside the mansion because the counts and marquis had been taken care of.

It didn’t take long before Dan carefully opened the door of the mansion and came in.

Dan lowered his body and looked around all over the place, similar to a scene in a spy movie.

Entering the lobby, Dan spoke in a whisper.

“Master. No one has followed me. Has the situation been sorted properly?”

“Mhm. As you can see, it has been taken care of without any loose ends.”

“Hm… I see. I’m glad that it’s been sorted without injury.”

“Why does your expression not match what you’re saying?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

“Is it because of Count Audu?”

“Ah, well. Since it was a dire situation, I guess it couldn’t have been helped.”

“I’ve already said this before. That kind of excuse is what the weak say.”

“Huh? Then…”

Min-Cheol opened his Mobile Storage immediately, then commanded Audu’s release.

Audu, who had been curled up in the corner of the storage was forcefully ejected in an instant outwards.

His look of confusion only confirmed that he still hadn’t grasped the situation.

Taking the center of the lobby, Audu looked around his surroundings before asking Min-Cheol a question.

“What is the meaning of this? And what happened? Why did you throw me into the storage…”

“I apologize for being rude without explanation.”

“Count Audu, please do not take offense. All of this was a plan that my master thought up for your sake, count.”

“By the way, did the counts and Marquis Leon leave?”

“That’s… Master.”

“I shall inform you myself. They are all dead.”

“Huh? You’re quite rude despite this being our first time meeting! I can forgive you for not revealing your identity and being rude. However! Don’t you know that those types of jokes are distasteful?”

“Listen well. Count Audu. I am not here to have a banter with you. I know I’m repeating myself, but they are dead.”

“T-That can’t be…”

“On top of that, I was the one to kill them. Now that you understand, I’m guessing that you are curious as to why only you were spared?”

“…”

“Dan. Can you bring those to me?”

“Yes, master.”

Min-Cheol asked Dan to bring the accounting book containing information regarding business with Swesi.

Dan immediately began to pick up the pages sprawled out all over the floor one by one and brought them to Min-Cheol.

Dan then organized the sheets crinkled from being stepped on and splattered with blood before handing them over.

Min-Cheol stretched out his arm to bring it in front of Audu’s face.

Receiving the accounting book pages, he stared at it for a while before opening his mouth.

“Is this… This is the reason why you took their lives, all nine of them?”

“Yes. That’s right. The reason why you are still alive is because the name Audu wasn’t present in this accounting book.”

“…”

“I am also aware that this accounting book isn’t the perfect tool to decide who is righteous and evil. I only know that you didn’t trade with Swesi, and it does not guarantee that you haven’t gone around doing other wrongdoings.”

“They had families they loved and things to protect too.”

“I know. But aren’t you also aware that their continued existence would cause further victims and deaths? I don’t like to say this, but I’m sure you can see that this is a case of sacrificing the few for the many.”

“…”

“However, you’re quite calm despite the death of your acquaintances.”

“It’s because I did expect this to happen at some point. Even if you didn’t, I knew that someone else would judge them eventually.”

Audu was far calmer than Min-Cheol had expected.

This was something that even Min-Cheol did not expect.

Right now, Min-Cheol wasn’t trying to convince Audu.

Simply put, what Min-Cheol was saying wasn’t something along the lines of these are reasons why I killed them and you must understand my actions because I was justified in doing so.

There was no reason to do so.

It wasn’t as if Min-Cheol had committed wrongdoings to Audu directly, and had let him live instead because he wasn’t listen on the accounting book.

The reason why he was thoroughly explaining to Audu was because he wanted ask something of Audu.

After all, he needed to convert Audu to his side in order to make sure that his plan could be carried out smoothly.

Audu did not refute or doubt what Min-Cheol had done.

Was it because Min-Cheol had enough strength to not only defeat counts, but marquises with ease as well?

That wasn’t the case.

This wasn’t an act in order for him to get out of this situation safely and preserve his life.

It was due to how he felt that his ideals that he could not back up with actions was oddly similar to what Min-Cheol had done.

It seemed that he was trying escape his guilt of looking away when his acquaintances committed evil through what Min-Cheol had done.

Understanding his thoughts, Min-Cheol spoke to Audu.

“Audu. I’ll need you to help me.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes. The reason why you’ve been spared. I guess you can think of it as a way to prove that your name not being written in this accounting book wasn’t the only reason for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“First, I shall tell you my goal. I am going to kill everyone in this accounting book.”

“Please continue.”

“If it is possible, I am also planning to take down Demon, who is rampaging at Larkenta’s castle. While Demon seeks the power of the nobles, we don’t know if innocents would be in harm’s way if this goes on. However, I don’t have much time left. Not even a full 20 days.”

“…”

“That’s why I need you to be on my side.”

“The reason being?”

“The nobles of Larkenta would believe your words.”

“You mean… Are you asking me to be a spy to deceive the nobles?”

“Simply put, yes. I need you to bring them to me.”

“…”

“I shall give a bit of time. Think carefully. Decide if they are really needed for the future of Larkenta.”

“…”

After the conversation ended, Min-Cheol reopened his Mobile Storage.

Audu walked into the storage on his own.

It must be that he was deep in thought.

The door to the storage closed, and Dan came up to Min-Cheol with his query.

“Master. What are you planning?”

“I thought about it, you know? You said that summoning someone through Soul Messenger can be done by knowing the target’s face and name alone, right?”

“Yes. That’s correct.”

“I was planning to contact the nobles with the bait of Demon’s location to chip them down.”

“Yes, but what’s the issue?”

“But the nobles aren’t stupid and they wouldn’t just accept my summons, right? Even if they do accept it, it’s obvious that they would be suspicious. That means that they could come in far greater numbers.”

“So you’re saying that you’ll be using Count Audu for this?”

“That’s right. If he is someone that is liked by all the citizens of Larkenta, it’s likely that he is also popular amongst the nobles. There may be those who are jealous of him or find him stubborn though.”

“I think the plan is very solid. However, for them to respond to the summon means that they will be facing death very soon after, right? Do you think that Audu, who had been with the nobles for a very long period time, can betray them? And if Count Auru alerts the nobles to the truth by deceiving us, wouldn’t the situation become really bad for us?”

“Yep. He can do it. I noticed that his ideals are the same as mine. And even if he tries to deceive us, we have the scrolls. We’ll just have to run.”

“Hm…”

Dan thought that just like how Min-Cheol gave him a chance, Min-Cheol was now giving Audu as chance as well.

Dan, who was originally a member of Swesi, had been kidnapped by Min-Cheol’s overwhelming strength.

He was lucky that he had been chosen, otherwise, he would’ve shared the fate of his allies of being annihilated without a trace from the many Meteors and Icebergs.

It was true that he didn’t see the wrongdoings of the nobles as evil and didn’t have the slightest desire to change the world at the start.

He should be thanking his lucky stars for being taken in by Min-Cheol, living with a slightly better sense of morality due to his meeting with Min-Cheol.

On the other hand, look at Audu.

Despite a short conversation with Min-Cheol, it was easy to see that he viewed the way the world worked with disapproval.

He even felt regret for not being able to stop the wrongdoings the nobles committed.

And he was also aware that him alone living a righteous life would not change this world.

From Audu’s point of view, this was why he could see Min-Cheol’s existence as a hero who was here to completely change this world.

A short yet long 20 minutes had passed, and Min-Cheol opened his storage once more.

“Count Audu. Have you come to a conclusion?”

“Yes. I have decided.”

“Let’s continue the conversation outside. Let out the count from the storage.”

Coming out, Audu’s expression was far more darker than before.

He wasn’t able to meet Min-Cheol’s eyes and only stared at the ground.

Dan was quite nervous because of the change in Audu’s behavior.

He was worried that the Audu would not help Min-Cheol and instead turn his back.

However, this wasn’t the case for Min-Cheol.

He believed that Audu would definitely assist him in changing the world anew.

An unknown amount of time passed. Audu opened his mouth to speak with a struggle.

“I shall aid you.”

“Sir count! Really? Are you really going to help master?”

“It must’ve been a tough decision. I thank you.”

“What must I do?”

“First, we’re going to bring the nobles here using Demon as bait. It doesn’t matter how many if it only involves the counts, but it’s a bit of an issue if marquises get involved.”

“Hm… It looks like you can face up to 3 at the most, master.”

“I see…”

“But I do not know if the nobles will respond so readily. They are upset that Demon has killed their slaves and knights, but…”

“You need not worry if that’s the issue. Right now, the nobles of Larkenta are trying to kill Demon with everything on the line.”

“…”

“The Castellan Mithrael has put a massive bounty on Demon’s head. The sweet promise of rising in rank.”

“So that’s why even a marquis has gotten involved trying to catch such a small fry.”

“That’s right. If we use Demon’s location as bait, the nobles will definitely bite.”

“That’s good. Then let’s not waste any time and start right away.”

“Master. If we’re going to start, let’s start with the marquises. I believe it would be more convenient for you rather than to deal with the counts, who will be moving in groups. And since there is a massive power gap due to how much power you possess, you should be able to stay miles ahead in terms of combat strength.”

“Is that alright with you, Count Audu?”

“Yes… I shall try contacting one right now.”

“Good.”

Audu acted as Min-Cheol had hoped for.

There was no longer a need for Min-Cheol to go hopping from one estate to the other to seek where the nobles were hiding.

All he had to do was to devour each of those accepting Audu’s summons.

Dan stood the side, opening up the accounting book to inform who to summon next, announcing the start of the perfect plan to grow stronger at an unreasonable speed.

“I guess all I have to do now is to wait under the tree for the persimmons to fall?”


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235. Nice to Meet You. This Is the Train to Hell.

“Sir Marquis Keltar. It’s Audu.”

“Oho! Count Audu. To think that you have contacted me first. What is it?”

“It’s just that… I have contacted you because Demon has appeared near my home.”

“What? Is that true? Are you positive that it’s Demon, the slave from the festival?”

“Yes. That is the case.”

“Ahah! My my. It seems things are okay for now since you were able to contact me.”

“Fortunately Demon hasn’t noticed me yet, but time is short. Could you please lend me aid?”

“Ahem… I can take care of Demon for you, but there is one issue.”

“It’s the reward that Castellan Mithrael put out, right?”

“Ahem! Well, how could I bring that up on my own? Our friendship isn’t just a day old.”

“Of course, I am well aware. That’s why I am requesting you, sir marquis.”

“Then how shall we settle this?”

“The credit for defeating Demon will be yours.”

“Hohoho! Now, now. I’m not obliging your request just because of the reward. Please think of it as me appreciating our friendship and my respect towards you.”

“I understand. Then I shall send the summoning request at once.”

“Hoho. Please do so immediately! And you haven’t contacted any other marquises, right?”

“You need not ask. I have only contacted you, sir Marquis Keltar.”

“Kuhohoho! My friend. As expected! Then send me the summoning request immediately.”

“Yes.”

As expected, this nobleman did not suspect anything of Audu’s request for summons.

Anyone could tell from the contents of the Soul Messenger that the nobles were rather crafty.

They only acted for their own benefit, and were irrefutably lazy.

The nobles didn’t have much interest in anything else, not even blinking an eye towards disasters with human casualties.

Anyone could tell from how they only explored the first 10 ranks of the hunting grounds and went about partaking in entertainment instead.

While it was only a short conversation, the marquis flicked his dirty tongue while thinking about how he would satiate his ambitions.

The nobles of this nation were corrupt as they could be.

Ironically this was aiding Min-Cheol’s plan that Audu agreed to.

As Audu had said, Larkenta’s Castellan Mithrael had put a huge bounty on the king of the Festival of Blood, Demon.

The reward was big enough for not only the counts, but the marquises to drool over.

And if Audu, who the nobles have no reason to be suspicious of, offered a bit of enticing information, it was without a doubt that the nobles would accept the summon 100%.

While Min-Cheol wasn’t able to hear what Keltar was saying, he was pleased at what Audu was saying using Soul Messenger.

Opening up the Mobile Storage, all Min-Cheol now had to do was wait for Marquis Keltar to respond.

It was because the moment that the marquis arrived accepting the summon request, Dan and Audu had to enter the safety of the storage and wait it out.

While they were waiting for Keltar to arrive, Min-Cheol asked Audu a question.

It was about how strong Castellan Mithrael was.

“Count Audu.”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

“How strong is the castellan?”

“Hm… No idea. I don’t think there is anyone in Larkenta that knows for sure.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s because no one tried to fight against the castellan. And he also hasn’t once moved to strike down monsters before either. Because of that, it can’t be helped that no one has witnessed his power.”

“Didn’t I tell you already before, master? I told you that Mithrael is hidden under a veil of secrecy.”

“Yeah, I did ask you the same question before. But you can’t be sure. Count Audu is closer to the castellan than you are.”

“No matter how close you are to the castellan, it’s pointless. Do you think it’s easy to have such a massive network of information as I do in Larkenta?”

Dan rolled his eyes as if saddened and even mumbled at the end, accompanied by grumbling.

Dan probably thought that Min-Cheol had asked Audu as well because Min-Cheol couldn’t trust him.

Well, after defeating Swesi, it was only with the help of allies that he was able to come this far in Larkenta.

It was the same case back on Earth and the demonic realm.

Many people, monsters, and a god helped Min-Cheol, and he was able to stand here because he had obtained their aid.

Min-Cheol knew their hard work better than anyone.

He sort of squeezed out a thank you to Dan, who was downtrodden as he headed into the storage.

“Well, who else would I listen to other than the words of my right hand man? Head on in.”

“Well, if you say it that way… Yes! Right hand man, Dan! Heading in!”

Brightening up from a single exchange, Dan headed into the storage with light steps.

Audu planned to wait next to Min-Cheol until the summon was finished.

If he entered the storage, then the target summon Keltar would not be able to come here.

Similar to how Millions wasn’t able to travel through, summoning was not possible when the target wasn’t in the same dimension, inside the storage, or lost their life.

The biggest problem for Min-Cheol right now was that he wasn’t able to tell just how strong the castellan was.

Considering that, Min-Cheol had two choices.

The first choice was to defeat all the nobles before putting the castellan to the sword.

However, this method meant that Min-Cheol would have to take on a great amount of risk.

Since he couldn’t tell how strong his opponent was, fighting against the castellan meant that he would not be able to guarantee victory.

One could think that there was no way the castellan would be stronger than all the nobles combined.

Realistically speaking, it was probably not possible.

There’s a saying that a popular party has nothing to eat. There was a high chance that the rumors were exaggerated and he did not have such a massive amount of power.

However, on the off chance that the castellan’s power was far greater than what could’ve been imagined, then it would be a huge upset.

This method was risky, and as expected, Min-Cheol didn’t approve.

The second option was to kill all the nobles other than the castellan, then return to the celestial plane.

As long as Min-Cheol didn’t get caught by the castellan due to bad luck, this plan was relatively safe.

Min-Cheol wouldn’t have to make a risky bet, and it was far safer than the first option.

Returning back to the celestial plane and winning against Barub meant that Min-Cheol would rise to godhood.

Not a half human half god, also known as a demigod, but a real full fledged god instead.

If he became an absolute being, then it wouldn’t be difficult for Min-Cheol to do as he pleased with such a tiny dimension created by Karupedan.

He could defeat Castellan Mithrael any time after that.

The problem with this plan meant that Min-Cheol had to hide for the 19 remaining days, and he had no idea what the castellan would do during that time.

However, ignoring that one bit, it wouldn’t be too difficult.

Knowing Min-Cheol’s personality though, it was unlikely that he would just leave Mithrael to rampage.

Thinking about this and that, not 5 minutes had passed before Audu opened his mouth.

“Marquis Keltar has accepted the summons.”

“Please hurry in then. I shall take care of the situation after.”

“Then…”

The sound of the Mobile Storage closing and Keltar’s arrival overlapped each other.

Immediately after Audu had completely hidden himself had the marquis appeared before Min-Cheol.

Keltar was fully equipped.

Despite his intention to defeat Demon, who was far weaker than him, he had prepared decently since it was going to be a battle after all.

There was no longer a need to summon Dan to confirm any faces like before.

After all, there was no way anyone else could accept a summon other than the one who was requested to appear.

What if Audu had betrayed Min-Cheol and requested aid from the castellan?

There was no need to worry about such a thing.

The castellan was stronger than anyone else. It was uncertain if even Min-Cheol could handle him.

The difference in strength would lead to Min-Cheol’s defeat.

However, right now Audu was inside Min-Cheol’s Mobile Storage.

As explained beforehand, the storage would be removed from existence if the caster died.

Other than the original owner, there was no one who could pull any items from the storage or even open it in the first place.

Seeing that Audu went inside the storage with his own two legs despite knowing this information, it was evident that the target to summon couldn’t have been the castellan.

Looking around the lobby for a brief moment, Keltar misinterpreted Min-Cheol as Audu’s servant and asked.

“Audu… To think that he would call me and then leave… I am here on Audu’s request. Where is your owner? Well, that isn’t important. Demon… Where is Demon?”

“So sorry to say. Demon isn’t here. On top of that, Count Audu isn’t here either.”

“How dare a servant address a marquis without honorifics. Do you not value your life?”

“Keltar. That’s you, right?”

“You really have a lot of gall. I will consider receiving payment from Audu to have your life be spared. Though I highly doubt you’d be worth more than a single core.”

“My life is quite pricey. I think you’ve miscalculated the cost?”

“Pay for your mistake with your life!”

Keltar took the whip hung on his shoulder and swung it down on the ground.

The floor where the whip struck was sunk in, almost as if a bomb had gone off.

The whipping was on a completely different level than what one would see in a movie or in a drama show.

It wouldn’t stop just at tearing the skin or tearing off a limb.

If a regular person rather than a Protector took that strike, they would probably perish into a red mist.

However, there was no reason for Min-Cheol to be afraid.

He had already taken the lives of many counts to accumulate power, and had recently obtained Marquis Leon’s power just a bit ago.

Not only that, but Min-Cheol had clones that increased his combat strength like no other method could.

Seeing Keltar swinging his whip to threaten Min-Cheol almost looked adorable at this point.

“I shall ask you again. Where is Audu? It seems that even your body has been frozen due to the fear. Are you finally regretting your mistake? But it’s too late. Even if you answer me now, I do not have the slightest intentions to let you live.”

“I don’t know the number of passengers on the train ride to Hell. For now, put on your seatbelt. It probably won’t save your life though.”

“Seems you’ve lost your mind. To think that such a humiliating day would come…”

“These are the stewards who will help you on your journey to Hell.”

“You. Do not like how you look. Kill.”

“Idiot. Don’t move without being ordered to. How is someone like you my clone?”

“Personality similar to that. No fault of mine.”

“Whew… Guess it can’t be helped.”

“Am I who you’re referring to? And why do you, the second oldest, look at me with such disappointment? Can’t relax with the clones around. Enough! Let’s focus on work first. The target is in front of you. I don’t think I need to elaborate?”

“Destroy.”

“Kill”

“Quite the bullshiting. Argh!”

And so the fight with a predetermined winner started.

Unaware, Keltar charged at Min-Cheol and his clones like a moth to a flame.

However, the fact that someone uninvited to the fight was present was something no one at the estate noticed.


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232. Who Is Your Mother?

Marquis Leon walked in front of the eight counts and stared down at Min-Cheol.

The reason why he, who was of a higher status and greater power, had stepped forward first was simple.

Excluding Audu, who had been thrown into the storage with ease, the counts were showering him with praise and flattery to the point where the atmosphere dictated that he must step forward.

Nine pages from the accounting book that Min-Cheol tossed forward laid in front of them.

As Min-Cheol had stated, those pages would become their ticket to board the express bound for the afterlife.

However, Leon and the counts only gave mocking laughter as a response despite seeing the pages with their names on it.

“Pfft. Are you this confident because you’ve defeated the puny Swesi of all things?”

“Correct.”

“Good. You plan to fight all of us by yourself? No. Are you saying you can face me?”

“Wrong. That’s incorrect. Reliable reinforcements are going to arrive.”

“Bring them, whether a hundred or a thousand. I’ll turn them to dust with a single attack.”

“Even with how large this estate’s lobby is, how am I supposed to work with that many people? There needs to be at least enough room to move about.”

“All bark and no bite. The rest of you, stay back. I shall show him what true power is.”

“I understand.”

“Ah. Sir marquis. I beg of you, please do not destroy my estate too much.”

“Pfft. Yes, yes.”

Eight counts retreated and headed for the corner of the lobby.

Afterwards, they stacked barriers to protect themselves.

It was to prepare themselves against the power that the marquis would be wielding.

Responding to that, Min-Cheol summoned the clones that he had claimed as his backups.

However, the nobles kept laughing.

It confirmed that they believed there was no way someone who was all bark and no bite had the capability to summon a total of 5 clones.

They must be thinking that they were reinforcements wearing similar looking artifacts that came out of nowhere.

“So these are the reinforcements you mentioned?”

“That’s right. I’m done preparing. Are you?”

“I don’t think you really understand what reliable means. They look lightweight enough to be taken out from a single punch.”

“Hey now. Why are you saying something like that? I even had them match me in clothes and style. You won’t be disappointed, so it’s okay to have high expectations.”

“Pff. I shall see.”

It was to be expected, since there was no Protector here in Hell that had mastered the cloning skill.

They didn’t even know how many clones could be summoned with full mastery, how much of the original’s power the clones could use, or even the fact that they obtain special traits.

After all, Min-Cheol had achieved in a hundred days what the Protectors of Hell couldn’t achieve in many years.

Just a bit ago, Marquis Leon had hit the floor in front of Min-Cheol’s feet with an Ice Spear.

However, there was no way to tell if he was a mage class Protector from just that.

As Morse and Mars had used skills regardless of what classes they were, it proved that counts and stronger could do just that.

Min-Cheol thought to himself that it wouldn’t be strange for the marquis to pull out all sorts of attacks.

Visually confirming Min-Cheol’s reinforcements, Leon prepared for battle.

Because he had just come back from the banquet, he wasn’t wearing any armor or carrying any weapons.

All he had on was a luxurious attire fitting a banquet.

Min-Cheol thought to himself that this would be an easier battle than he original thought it’d be.

Even though the marquis possessed a great amount of power, his power would be limited without the help of artifacts.

However, it wasn’t long before Leon showed me how wrong that was.

“…”

“Didn’t I tell you. I said that I’ll show you my true power.”

“It looks rather convenient.”

“Still all talk.”

Armor formed around Leon’s banquet attire within a blink of an eye.

This wasn’t made by an artisan or obtained artifacts from killing monsters.

The armor was made from either a skill or his special ability.

From his head to toe, armor with a color of dark clouds formed around him, leaving not a single gap like a diving suit.

It was easy to recognize how tough the armor was just from looking, and it looked like it didn’t restrict movement at the slightest.

That meant that he could protect his entire body without any weak spot while moving comfortably as if not wearing anything.

On top of that, there was a massive axe in his hand.

The handle was short, but the blade was as big as his body.

Like the smoke a nearly spent firewood gave off, dark smoke came off the axe.

It was obvious that this weapon was similar to the weapon that Min-Cheol summoned and enchanted.

This wasn’t the end of it though.

He opened his Mobile Storage.

At the same time the storage opened, the light that the cores, the most expensive form of currency in this world, filled the entire lobby.

Not even looking into the storage, anyone could tell that the size and amount would be far greater than what one could imagine.

Leon stared down at Min-Cheol and spoke.

“Bring forth my combat defensive equipment and shield.”

With a single sentence from him, an armor set, boots, gauntlets, and a shield tumbled out.

The items that fell out from the Mobile Storage automatically equipped themselves to Leon’s body, as if recognizing their own owner.

With this development, it was as if he was wearing two layers of armor.

His showy battle preparation was both to send a message that he would not allow any regular attack to hurt him, and also to show off his majesty in front of the counts.

Min-Cheol, who had only faced against counts so far, couldn’t help but be a little tense at his appearance.

After all, the power emanating from his body, along with the artifacts and even the skills he was using, were far greater than that of the counts.

Leon’s appearance really was threatening.

He looked like a future military weapon that belonged in SF movies.

Pitch black armor, shield, and weapon to boot.

Even though he wasn’t a reaper, to think that he was dressed in all black. His fashion sense was poor enough to make Jong Ho’s look good in comparison.

After finishing his preparations, Leon gave a sideways glance at the counts.

It was obvious that he was trying to show off his majesty to them.

Perhaps understanding what he wanted, the counts fought over one another to clap and cheer, responding to his expectations.

“I shall finish this in one minute. During that time, you will be frozen from horror and fear unlike anything you’ve felt before. Because you will be on the receiving end of my power, the power of Marquis Leon!”

“You’re really filled with fighting spirit. Do you know why I gave you all that dull time to transform?”

“What?”

“I could’ve killed you while you were changing your clothes. But I waited in order to confirm how strong a marquis is.”

“Pfft! I wonder how long your false bravado can last.”

“You can keep your expectations high.”

Min-Cheol turned his head to look at the clones and spoke.

“Ready?”

“So we just have to kill him?”

“Yes.”

“Oho… Now even the second oldest can speak? You’re correct. The target is Marquis Leon. He’s definitely different from the ones we’ve fought so far.”

“That does not matter. We kill.”

“Good. Don’t forget the roles each of you have been given. This time, I will be fighting as well.”

“I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Good.”

“Yes, let’s go.”

The clones and Min-Cheol casted buffs in a flashy manner upon themselves, then casted shields on top of that.

And before charging at the marquis, they used Silent to cover a large area to completely block out any noise from the mansion from going outside.

The counts had expressions of holding back a smile while preparing to observe the battle.

Since a marquis, who couldn’t be compared in terms of strength against the slaves partaking in the Festival of Blood, was entering the fray, how could it not be entertaining from their point of view?

While they all predicted that Marquis Leon would win, the chance to see a marquis in action was rare.

They were riled to the point where it would be fair to compare them to a crowd that was about to watch a movie with 10 million tickets sold.

As expected, the first one to charge at the enemy was the eldest.

Perhaps thinking himself as the leader of the clones, he always fought at the frontlines.

Min-Cheol only could sigh at him charging in, and the second oldest followed it up with a complaint of his own.

“Whew. From whom did he get that impatient nature from?”

“Probably you.”

“I think I liked it better when you kept quiet. Let’s go!”

The other clones and Min-Cheol followed the oldest clone in a charge against Leon.

Each of their eyes were filled with killing intent.

While Min-Cheol had a clear goal, the clones also seemed to carry that bloodthirsty intent to kill their enemies.

It was then.

The oldest clone at the forefront had the axe Leon threw sink into his shoulder.

If it was a regular attack, he would’ve been able to avoid it with ease.

If it was an attack that couldn’t be avoided, then he would’ve blocked it at least.

However, because there was no movement to indicate the marquis’ attack, he had been hit.

Min-Cheol was quite shaken.

However, what made Min-Cheol even more shocked was what the oldest and second oldest did next.

“Urk. Argh!”

“Idiot.”

Was it because of the Indomitable Talisman that was given by the alchemist to be slotted into the armor?

While Leon’s armor was fine, the firstborn clone’s body started to bleed profusely.

A massive amount of blood was beginning to spill out from between the joints of the armor.

The firstborn had taken an injury severe enough to leave one of his arms flapping around.

However, he did not stop charging at Leon.

It was as if he would he would only be satisfied after stabbing the sword in his hand into Leon’s body somehow.

Despite letting out a pained cry, he did not look away from his target.

Having obtained the ability to speak, the second oldest clone now followed the oldest while swearing.

He was expressing his anger from the firstborn’s risky behavior.

Despite the complaints, he began to cast spells with massive amounts of healing potential on the firstborn.

With the healing focused on a single target, the amount of healing the second oldest managed to output was something else.

The firstborn’s injury was healing fast enough to be visible, and the amount of bleeding slowed as well.

Only then did the the firstborn, with his mischievous smile back, continued to approach Leon to swing his sword.

“Ugh!”

Within a fraction of a second, over 20 strikes landed on Leon.

The sword was swung around fiercely, accurately hitting the vitals of the opponent.

A deafening sound rang out through the lobby as the sword clashed with the defensive equipment.

While most of the attacks had been blocked by the shield and axe, it wasn’t for naught.

Leon pushed the firstborn off with his shield to make space.

His face was filled with shock and panic.

“Oh no! Sir marquis! Are you okay?”

“Your chest is b-bleeding…”

“Haha… This is nothing. I’ve just let down my guard. Don’t you think that there should be at least this much of a handicap?”

Leon had an awkward smile while trying to pretend as best he could that he was calm.

While he was able to put on such an expression as an act, his body was still bleeding.

After all, the force behind the firstborn’s attack was far beyond his expectations, since it was strong enough to break through the two layers of armor and the shield spell casted to absorb damage.

“Hehe.”

“Don’t be such a kid.”

As if finally somewhat sated, the firstborn smiled in satisfaction.

It seemed that the firstborn was deaf to the second oldest’s complaints as he chased after him.

While it was quite a nonsensical scene for Min-Cheol to see, he felt that they were as dependable as can be.

While the firstborn and the second oldest bickered amongst themselves, the remaining clones and Min-Cheol approached Leon.

Leon moved to make more distance, but he was a cornered rat at this point.

And with that, the five clones and Min-Cheol’s attack kicked off in earnest.


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233. Forced Summoning

Receiving the firstborn clone’s attack, Leon fled while focusing on healing himself.

His fierce attack wasn’t anything ordinary.

After all, the attack was enough to leave a deep wound through two layers of armor and a shield.

Leon gave an awkward laugh for the nobles, but he was running away with his life on the line.

However, Min-Cheol and his clones had no issues catching up to his speed.

It seemed that the clones were communicating with one another in a way that Min-Cheol could not see, since there were no unnecessary movements in their joint attacks and they didn’t get in the way of one another.

Attacking most eagerly out of everyone was the firstborn clone, catching up to Leon and laying down a barrage of merciless attacks.

“Caught you. Kill.”

“Urgh! Aaagh!”

With his unique cruel smile, he continued his attack.

However, the resistance that Leon was putting up wasn’t to be underestimated.

Wielding a giant axe easily, he was blocking most of the firstborn clone’s attacks.

Even while defending, he was successfully landing brutal attacks on the clone.

Not only was Leon attacking and defending at the same time, but he was healing as well.

If Min-Cheol fought without his clones 1v1, then this would’ve been a difficult fight where victory wouldn’t be guaranteed.

“Idiot. Stay back!”

“Ugh! Hurts. Kill.”

“Whew…”

The firstborn clone had received Leon’s attacks. It was the second oldest clone’s job to take care of the mess.

Despite chastising the firstborn clone with harsh words, the second oldest did not forget to heal him.

Min-Cheol, master of these clones, had ordered them to annihilate Leon and the counts.

The second oldest easily could’ve went beside or behind Leon to attack while Leon was focusing on the firstborn.

However, his choice wasn’t to attack, but instead to heal.

Because the first and second clones had bought time slowing down the marquis, the remaining three clones and Min-Cheol were able to get close to Leon.

Completely surrounded by the clones and Min-Cheol, he was blocking the rain of attacks with great difficulty.

Countless attacks rained down only at Leon, to the point where he couldn’t even think of counterattacking.

Between attacking and defending, the only choice he had was to defend if he wanted to keep healing himself.

However, there was no way to keep on defending as it was.

After all, the clones and Min-Cheol weren’t going all out yet to suppress him.

The counts only realized then just how serious the situation was.

They had expected an amusing spectacle, but now the situation before them had changed where the marquis was barely able to defend himself from the attacks.

With the realization that Marquis Leon would be defeated at this rate and they would be done in as well, fear had finally sunk in.

The lax attitude and the jovial mood at the beginning had long since dissipated.

The counts that had casted Barrier and had been observing all this time began to glance towards one another, whispering in a hushed tone that would not be heard by Marquis Leon.

“T-This… situation seems to be going awry?”

“Hey now. Even if that’s the case, do you really think that Marquis Leon would be defeated?”

“Are you really saying that after witnessing this scene firsthand?”

“However, if we move too rashly and receive his ire as a consequence…”

“Let’s wait for now. We cannot move until Marquis Leon himself asks for assistance.”

“Seems that would be the best choice.”

“On another matter… Does anyone have a Return Scroll?”

“Hm? What do you mean, a Return Scroll?”

One of the counts began to search for a Return Scroll suddenly.

He must’ve said it so that he could escape if things got out of hand.

However, a Return Scroll symbolized fleeing as mentioned before, and it also was tied to the concept of dishonoring oneself.

To the prideful nobles, this consumable item was characterized as such.

They looked at the count who had suggested such a dishonorable action as pathetic and spoke out against such action.

While they all thought of escaping internally, they did not miss this chance to crush another with the pretense of the noble’s code.

“Hey, you. Suggesting such a thing, how can you call yourself a count of Larkenta?”

“How dare a count think of such!”

“I mean… I’m just saying that in case something does happen… Do not mistake my intent.”

“Shut your mouth! From now on, don’t go around saying that we are acquainted. How disappointing. I am ashamed of you, and find you pathetic.”

“Ahem… Now, now. I was just asking a question.”

“Stop your useless contemplation and let’s continue observing the situation.”

“L-Let’s do that…”

Only after an apology did the hyena-like counts cease berating him and turned their attention back to the marquis and Min-Cheol.

Meanwhile, the count who spoke up about the Return Scroll carefully moved away.

The counts were situated in one of the corners of the square lobby.

Slowly inching his way closer to edge, he carefully opened his storage to pull out a scroll that he had prepared in advance.

Since the sounds of sword clashing against an axe filled the lobby, none of the other counts noticed him sneaking around.

With a scroll hidden in his sleeve, he went back to the group as if nothing had happened.

Leon’s body was battered from the nonstop attacks.

The shield that he had pulled from his storage had cracks all over it from receiving so many attacks,

An artisan probably designed the artifact, seeing as a marquis was using it.

The specs on this artifact would probably be incomparable to the artifacts being sold in the marketplace by ordinary merchants like Dump.

Even the rank of the materials required and the process of smithing itself would be incomparable.

The artisans, who numbered less than 10, didn’t have this title just for show.

However, even such a powerful artifact acted like a wooden buckler in front of these attacks.

It was then that Marquis Leon’s shield violently shattered like glass.

Things might have been different if he had put on a talisman that prevented the destruction of artifacts, but the marquis must’ve put on a talisman that increased his stats instead.

Only a shabby shield handle remained in his hand.

Leon’s shield being destroyed was a huge chance for Min-Cheol and his clones.

The shield that had covered more than half his body had shattered and the left side of his body was nearly defenseless.

Moving almost as if it had been planned beforehand, the clones and Min-Cheol repositioned accordingly.

It was to execute more lethal attacks.

The firstborn’s mad smile became further pronounced, and the second oldest joined in the attack as well due to not needing to heal anymore.

And it didn’t take long for deep and mortal wounds to start increasing on the marquis’ body.

The lobby limited the space available. No matter how much Leon fled in order to avoid the attacks, he was a rat caught in a trap.

Considering the possibility that he would flee outside the estate, Min-Cheol and his clones had set up barriers made of mana to prevent that.

Leon’s pretentious smile had long since disappeared.

Unable to hold out any longer, he gave a yell close to a scream towards the counts.

“Urk! What are you all doing! Hurry up and help me!”

“Yes, yes!”

“Understood!”

“Hurry and focus on healing the marquis!”

Only after hearing Marquis Leon’s cry did the counts finally take action.

They were more afraid of earning the marquis’ wrath than him dying.

Without removing the Barriers they set up to defend themselves, they began to heal the marquis.

Those who were too scared to get closer to Min-Cheol didn’t move an inch from the corner and only casted spells.

The combined healing skills of 8 counts successfully healed the mortally wounded Leon to full in an instant.

Despite more attacks landing and leaving a deep wound, it only lasted a moment.

“Kuhaha! Good. You can continue to try attacking me! I will be able to endure it!”

“You’re quite something else. Able to flap your mouth already?”

“Oraa!”

Recovering fully, Leon summoned his Mobile Storage.

He wasn’t the main protagonist of a robot comic book, so waiting for him to transform once was more than enough.

Min-Cheol and his clones kept attacking, but it was useless due to the sheer amount of healing the counts were able to output.

Leon shouted as his storage.

“Bring me a battle-type shield.”

Following his command, a shield with many sharp spikes came out, and Leon grabbed it with ease.

According to what he had said, it seemed likely that the shield was capable of offense and defense at the same time.

Min-Cheol could tell just from looking at it that it was a powerful item.

The counts had to be stopped from interfering in this fight.

Not only did Min-Cheol think so, but the clones thought the same.

As expected of the impatient firstborn clone, he spoke with a frustrated tone.

“Killing the annoying flies first. If we don’t do that, it won’t end.”

“Should I go? Or will you go?”

“I’ll go. And the second oldest goes too.”

“Idiot. Don’t drag me with you!”

“Second oldest likes me. We go together.”

“Good. First and second, go take care of the counts. The rest of you, continue attacking to suppress the marquis. We cannot let the marquis get to the firstborn and second oldest.”

“…”

“…”

“Take care of flies fast then kill him. We go.”

“You idiot. Making this bothersome.”

As soon as the conversation was over, the two clones launched themselves towards the counts.

Min-Cheol thought to himself that they made a good pair.

The firstborn who was able to use a potent debuff and the second oldest that was able to take care of allies with his powerful healing.

It wouldn’t take long for the two of them to take care of the 8 counts.

After all, they could kill a count with a single strike.

To make sure that Marquis Leon wouldn’t shift his focus during that time, the remaining clones and Min-Cheol increased the ferocity behind their attacks.

The firstborn smashed the Barriers that the counts put up with a single strike.

Seeing their Barriers shattered, they began to panic.

This had a huge effect on the amount of healing that the marquis was receiving.

With their lives on the line, who would be focusing on healing?

Confirming the overwhelming show of force, the counts began to cast attacks and shields with shaky hands.

These attacks would obviously not work, and was just their last ditch effort in a bid to survive.

It was then.

“A-A scroll?”

“Damn it!”

It was the count that had pulled out a scroll from the corner of the lobby.

Because he was so tense, he had dropped the Return Scroll that he had hidden in his sleeve.

The scroll fell to the floor, rolling on the ground with ease due to its cylinder shape.

Every count’s gaze turned to the scroll.

They all thought to themselves that if they could just grab onto it, they would be able to save their lives at the least.

Their scorn for the Return Scroll that was so united before couldn’t be found at all.

The owner of the scroll tried with everything he had to catch the scroll, throwing his body with his hands reaching out.

However.

“U-Ugh! Aaargh!”

“No escape.”

The firstborn clone sliced his arm with a single swing.

Since the clones shared the same thoughts as Min-Cheol did, they were also aware of what the purpose of that scroll was.

Not only that, but this scroll must not be used at any cost in this specific situation.

The arm that was cut off fell in front of the scroll.

Blood flowed out like a fountain from the amputated arm, and a scream filled the lobby.

However, the remaining counts did not seem to care at the slightest of the situation their fellow count was in.

After all, no count was casting shields to protect him from further attacks or any attempts at casting healing spells.

One of them yelled with madness in his voice.

“AAAH! I have to live! I cannot die!”

“That scroll is mine!”

“Flies. Bullshiting. Killing them all.”

And so with the counts obviously included, even the marquis who no longer received any healing met their pitiful end.


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