by Park Saenal
“You look like a completely different person.”
“I hope you mean it in a positive manner.”
Even his manner of speaking was different. Yura smiled and replied, “I like the current you.”
‘She likes it?’
Yura was one of the best beauties on Earth, and was powerful and successful at the same time. Such a great woman said she liked the current him, so he couldn’t help feeling joy.
‘The glory of my family… No, no. It isn’t good to be in the heart of such a strange woman.’
Yura had a stalker temperament, so Youngwoo replied to her as coldly as possible. “I don’t want to be in your heart.”
Yura wasn’t fazed. She looked at Youngwoo’s whole body.
“You have gained weight. It’s really good compared to before. Your basic skeleton is good, so you look nice.”
It was true. In his debt-ridden days, he couldn’t feel the pleasure of eating full meals. He played games all day, skipped meals and didn’t exercise, so he was underweight. But now that he was wealthy, he ate all types of delicious foods.
He enjoyed food like a gourmet, and got the idea that he wanted to live a long life to enjoy his riches. He sometimes jogged with Sehee in the morning, and before he knew it, he reached a normal weight.
Compared to his previous appearance, he was now slightly above average? It was a huge development.
“I feel like I can depend on you right now.’
“What?” Youngwoo was embarrassed by Yura’s remark. “What is it? Tell me clearly. You, why did you come to someone else’s house? I don’t like this situation. Quickly cut to the chase.”
‘Well done Oppa!’
Sehee was delighted as she watched the two people. Unbelievably, Yura seemed to be one-sidedly following her brother. Meanwhile, her brother was indifferent to Yura. Why was a woman that the world admired so obsessed with her brother, and why was her brother treating Yura like this?
Sehee honestly couldn’t believe it, but she still enjoyed watching her brother’s attitude. “I will prepare some tea.”
Her brother was trying to dump a woman. Sehee found this hilarious and smiled as she headed towards the kitchen.
Then Yura finally cut to the chase, “I would like you to participate in the national competition as a representative of South Korea.”
“Eh?”
What was she saying? Youngwoo subtly reacted and Yura explained the situation.
“This is an unofficial offer from the South Korean government. They want me to set up a national team so that South Korea can achieve a good score in the upcoming national competition that is starting May 1st and will last four days.”
Yura was one of the top 5 rankers in Satisfy. She was a global star, so it wasn’t strange that she had a link with the government.
“I understand the matter, but why me? Don’t you tend to overestimate me?”
“I am convinced that you have the first hidden epic class.”
The second epic class was known to be obtained by Agnus while the third epic class was Katz. Only the first epic class hadn’t been revealed yet. Youngwoo was aware that the first epic class was the ‘Duplicator’ Euphemina, but Yura didn’t know this. Youngwoo had survived her strongest magic in the past, so she misunderstood and thought he had an epic class.
“As you know, South Korea was a powerhouse in games decades ago. In most game competitions, South Korea’s professional gamers and teams won the championship, while the rankers in all RPG games were Korean. But that is just the glory of the past… Koreans aren’t doing well, especially in Satisfy.”
“I have read about it before… Koreans don’t have a physical presence?”
“As it happens, yes. It is a problem facing all Asians in general.”
Sehee misunderstood the conversation from the kitchen and came out quietly. She sat on one side so that she wouldn’t interfere with the conversation. Yura thanked Sehee for the tea and continued.
“The South Korean government wants to regain some of the glory of the past through this national competition. Right now, the gaming industry is competitive. The South Korean government wants to revive our competitive gaming power… In other words, they want to build the image of a country powerful in Satisfy.”
“They want to obtain a good record in the national competition?”
“Yes, but it’s really hard.”
“Why? Aren’t you 5th on the unified rankings? One person can participate in three events in the national competition. Isn’t it enough for you to participate in three events and earn three gold medals?”
This was the first time that the national competition was being held, so only eight countries were participating. Earning three gold medals would be enough to enter the top rankings. Youngwoo thought it was simple, but reality wasn’t so clear.
“There are seven people stronger than me in PvP, and boss raid and labyrinth breakthrough aren’t my specialities. The production related competitions are for production classes only, so they are out of the question.”
“…”
“The pet marathon will end up being between drakes, but there is no Korean user who owns a drake, so we have to give up on that. The remaining events are the siege, target processing, sword drawing and treasure hunt. Among them, the only one where I can win a gold medal is target processing. The siege is also my specialty, but it is difficult to obtain a medal because the Korean team is too lacking.”
Youngwoo, who had been listening quietly, finally asked a question, “You, don’t you seem useless?”
“…”
Youngwoo casually stabbed her in a sore spot. Yura eyebrows’ twitched before she started frowning. Youngwoo continued without caring.
“Is this true? No, why are there seven people stronger than you? Aren’t you 5th on the unified rankings? Shouldn’t there only be four people stronger than you? In addition, you are the Eighth Servant so you should’ve obtained special powers. I thought you were strong enough to be one of Satisfy’s three pillars?”
Yura recovered her cool and explained.
“It’s true that I’ve obtained the status of Eighth Servant. By sacrificing my divine power stat to God Yatan, I can acquire new dark spells and my combat abilities have risen dramatically. But the world is huge. The rankings aren’t the only measure of strength. In fact, you aren’t a ranker. Given the number of unlisted rankers like you, there are probably at least 10 people stronger than me.”
“Hrmm… Who are the people stronger than you right now?”
Yura listed them without hesitation. “1st ranked Kraugel. 2nd ranked Zibal. 3rd ranked Chris. 7th ranked Agnus. 8th ranked Hurent. 11th ranked Bondre. 15th ranked Hao. That’s it.”
“I know that Agnus has an epic class, but the the 8th, 11th and 15th ranked?”
“Yes. Their levels are lower than mine. But they are monsters in combat. Although they are unimpressive compared to Kraugel.”
“Is Kraugel that great?”
“I have seen him hunting many times and he is beyond common sense. He is a person who draws out the maximum result with minimal movements at all times because his field of view is large and he can accurately calculate things like damage, skill cooldowns, as well as reading the pattern of movements and countering. People call me a genius, but Kraugel has several times more talent for the game.”
“Wow… He sounds amazing.”
He said so, but Youngwoo was thinking differently. So what if he is excellent at these things?
‘It is nothing in front of the power of items.’
The truth of RPG games was items. As Youngwoo was ridiculing Kraugel, Yura asked him politely.
“I need your strength as the first epic class. Please participate in the national competition and demonstrate your skills. The government has promised high incentives if you win a medal, so it won’t be bad for you.”
Youngwoo’s ears pricked as he heard the word ‘incentives’ and he was troubled for a moment.
> ‘I want to participate… But it will be annoying if it is revealed that I have a legendary class… Ah, perhaps?’
Youngwoo asked Yura, who was waiting for an answer with a serious posture. “Is it possible to participate while hiding my ID?”
“You can’t. Your identity must be thoroughly proven to enter the competition.”
It was expected. Youngwoo changed the question. “Then what about the pet marathon? Is it possible for inanimate objects to participate?”
“… Inanimate objects?”
“An inanimate pet.”
Pets were pets. Pets. Animals. In other words, a living creature. But inanimate?
“An inanimate object isn’t a pet.”
“The inanimate objects have an ego. They absolutely obey commands.”
Inanimate objects with an ego?
“Is it like the golems made by great magicians?”
“The concept is roughly like that…”
“Roughly?”
“Anyway, the pet marathon is basically a competition between drakes. They will bite at all the competition until the destination is reached. My pet doesn’t have the concept of stamina, so it can tease other pets and win the marathon. I will win the gold medal. The condition is that I don’t appear before the public.”
“Huh?”
“Pretend that my pet is your pet. Don’t worry, I will pilot it. Of course, all benefits that you receive for the gold medal will be mine. Okay?”
“…I honestly don’t care about credit. Do you have a pet that is equivalent to a high grade golem with an ego?”
“If you don’t believe me then go home and connect to Satisfy. I will show you.”
“Okay. I will connect and send you a whisper.”
Yura got up. She told Sehee that the tea was delicious and headed for the front door. Youngwoo opened the front door out of courtesy. Then Yura gazed at him and gave him belated news.
“There is something you should know. By now, Bairan Village should be ruined.”
“What?”
“Neberius, the Fourth Servant of the Yatan Church, has determined the coordinates of Bairan Village due to the spies he sent. Using Mass Teleport, he has led a large army, including the Fifth Servant Balak, to invade Bairan Village. The Tzedakah Guild is either already wiped out or on the brink of annihilation.”
“…”
Yura raised a finger and pointed it at Youngwoo’s heart. “Didn’t I say that I wouldn’t kill you when war broke out between the Yatan Church and the Tzedakah Guild? This time I have paid off my debt.”
‘It can’t be.’
Youngwoo checked the time. It had been 40 minutes or so since he logged out from Satisfy. That was two hours within Satisfy.
“Did you time your visit with the Yatan invasion?”
“Yes. You said you didn’t care about getting caught up in the war. Isn’t this good?”
“…I’m not sure.”
It was annoying. In the first place, his relationship with the Tzedakah Guild didn’t require him to get involved in wars. Youngwoo was a blacksmith of the Tzedakah Guild, not a soldier.
“Then I’m going now.”
“Wait.”
“What?”
Youngwoo stopped Yura before she was about to leave.
“The Fourth Servant… Does he have the ability to give God Yatan’s blessing?”
Yura shook her head. “Only the First Servant can give God Yatan’s blessing. Why? Do you have a quest?”
“What if I do? Can you help?”
“It’s hard. I am the Eighth Servant, but I haven’t met the First Servant. And aren’t you hostile to the Yatan Church in the first place?”
“Indeed… I understand.”
Yura left. Youngwoo immediately returned to his capsule and logged into Satisfy.
{Shit! Kill, the killing doesn’t end!}
{Faker’s group, we are facing Neberius. His magic will be sealed when we draw his attention.}
{This is Toban. Balak is so strong that I can’t last much longer. Where is the support from Regas and Pon?}
{The senior followers are focusing on Pon and Regas. I’m supporting with magic, but it seems hard for them to leave.}
There was an uproar in the guild chat window. The situation was so dire that few people noticed Grid logging in.
{Ah… How rotten. Being Jishuka’s protector is very arduous. If only Grid made my armor… Damn.}
It was Vantner. Grid smiled widely.
“You can play an active role if you have armor?”
Certainly, only Vantner’s weapons were good. It wasn’t just Vantner. Not surprisingly, many of Satisfy’s rankers were armed with items not suitable for their level due to a lack of top quality items. Grid was one of the few people who could overcome this scarcity.
“I will deliver the armor.”
Grid opened his inventory. Then he pulled out the Legendary Blacksmith’s Hammer and the Wave Armor that was on the verge of completion. The guild had endured the enemy’s ambush far longer than Yura predicted, but he still initiated a quick and deliberate hammering.
Chapter 150
Chapter 150
There were various hunting grounds for level 100~200 users in the vicinity of Bairan Village. Thanks to that, there was a steady floating population of users. However, the population was small, so the development speed was slow and there was the big city Winston in the area, so users were reluctant to live in Bairan Village.
The number of residents, including NPCs and users, was only around 500 people.
But!
The event effect of Grid and Lady Irene’s marriage meant that Bairan Village was enjoying a boom. Over the past week, a large number of people moved in and there were now around 5,000 people in Bairan Village. The Tzedakah Guild used their funds to hire technicians in the north to quickly build homes and facilities, as well as experts in various fields. Thus, the village was rapidly developing.
“It’s a completely different scale from when I came last month.”
“Yes. There were only a few small houses and stores, and now there are big buildings?”
The users who visited Bairan after a long time were impressed. Hundreds of workmen were setting up buildings, making it a spectacular sight. Once all the buildings were completed, it seemed like Bairan could be called a city.
“Despite the rapid development, the security is excellent.”
“This is managed by the Tzedakah Guild. What crazy person would mess around with the Tzedakah Guild?”
“I’m envious of the Tzedakah Guild… Don’t they have the best estate among all the guilds? They will be sitting on a cushion of money very quickly.”
“This is all thanks to Lady Irene’s marriage. The marriage happened with exquisite timing for the Tzedakah Guild.”
“Who’s her husband?”
“How should I know? Probably some noble.”
The streets were flooded with people, despite the fact that most users were at the hunting grounds. If NPCs were included, there were approximately 2,000 people always in residence.
“Eh? What’s that?”
“I’s terrific magic power.”
Among the users doing their business, the high level magicians turned their attention to the sky. The Tzedakah Guild had built high buildings in Bairan. Magic power was being generated at the tallest spire of the castle that stood in the middle of the village.
At first, the scale seemed small, but rapidly expanded. Then the identity of the magic was determined. It was the precursor to a mass teleport.
“Wow… Isn’t that only available for third advancement magicians?”
“What is this? An event?”
“Oh, right! It’s an event!”
“Kyah! what is this?”
It was amazing. Hundreds of rays of light were fired from the movement gate and fell like a meteor towards different part of the village. The users were excited because they thought it was a special event in connection with t
he national competition. But their cheers turned to screams in seconds.
“The infidels, punish them in the name of God!”
“Show the fools the greatness of God Yatan!”
Kwaang! Kukwakwang!
The identity of the people who fell from the rays of light were the Yatan believers. There were more than 1,000 of them. Black magic was used everywhere, instantly filling Bairan Village with poison fog.
“H-Hik…!”
“Aaaaack! H-Help me!”
The buildings that the Tzedakah Guild invested time and money in were eroded in an instant. The pretty flowers and green trees blooming on the streets became black and corrupted. There were fires everywhere and blood flowed like a river, making it like hell itself.
“What the hell is going on?”
The average level of the users in Bairan Village was 140. As of February 20XX, Satisfy’s users had an average level of 93, which meant that users in Bairan were fairly high levelled. However, the Yatan followers had a minimum level of 160. Around 1,000 such people appeared simultaneously, as well as 200 high ranking elders that were at least level 200.
“Don’t fight! You will just die if you fight!”
“Damn! What is this?”
Of the 2,000 people residing in Bairan Village, only half of them were users. The other half were NPCs that lacked combat capabilities.
“This is divine punishment!”
“Kyaaaaak!”
“Die! Infidels!”
“Ugh!”
It was a sudden raid. The Yatan Church’ followers were overwhelming. The NPCs died in an instant while the users went on the defensive.
“Shit! Logout!”
“I will leave as well!”
The users who were already attacked by the followers weren’t allowed to log out, because they were judged to be in combat, but the other users logged out quickly. Thus, the number of users fighting against the Yatan followers was less than 300.
“Wah…”
“How rotten! We are outnumbered! Outnumbered!”
