by Park Saenal
It meant Kasim had his third advancement class when she was still at her second advancement. White was currently level 370. Considering the experienced required to level up and the growth rate of named NPCs, Kasim’s level was likely to be in the mid-400s. It was fortunate that the level difference wasn’t over 100.
‘A level difference of 60 or so can be overcome by the titles and rune effect. It would be a different story if Kasim achieved his fourth advancement class, but it’s hard to say if he has.’
The obvious problem was Kasim’s shadows. A shadow assassin had a great deal of defense and utility, unlike a normal assassin. They didn’t have any obvious weaknesses. White was merely a martial artist and had a lot of difficulty dealing with Kasim. But there was one hopeful fact.
‘A shadow assassin has weak attack power.’
A normal assassin had a high attack power and a weak body, while a shadow assassin was very stable, but had a low attack power. Black was easily killed by Kasim because of her class characteristics and her clone was a magician.
‘It’s possible to hold on until Black assassinates Irene.’
White thought of this and reduced her muscle mass while increasing her fat. It was to raise her defense in exchange for lowering her attack power and agility.
Pepeng!
Pepepepeng!
White didn’t collapse despite the constant onslaught from Kasim. She gritted her teeth and persisted. Kasim confirmed that the shadow dagger didn’t kill White and clicked his tongue.
‘Too weak. The attack power is halved.’
There was no panacea in the world. White didn’t know it, but Kasim had a weakness. His skills consumed too much mana. In other words, Kasim wasn’t weak just when it came to attack power. He was also weak in combat duration. It wasn’t good to have a long fight with White.
But Kasim didn’t rush. No, to be precise, he couldn’t be in a hurry. It was because he detected the muscles hidden deep in White’s flesh.
‘A strong woman. She will attack the moment I show a moment of weakness.’
He needed to be careful. In the first place, there was no need to be hasty. This was his lord’s territory. Everyone was an ally except for White in front of him. Kasim controlled his heart and arranged his mana. Then he started to slowly pressure White. He couldn’t know that White was happy with his choice.
‘Kasim, it’s easier to buy time because of your wariness.’
White barely refrained from laughing. She had no doubt that good news would arrive from Black and the ideal results would be obtained.
On the other hand, Lord was watching Kasim’s movements. He wanted to learn from his master’s fighting and become stronger. Why? He realized he needed strength to defend his precious people. Lord’s eyes shone like lanterns as he watched Lord fight. The profile of the young child was watched by the farmers of Reidan.
‘This is Grid’s son…’
‘Is this a super grade NPC? Isn’t he enormously gifted?’
‘Right… If he’s already a monster, I can’t imagine how great he will be afterwards.’
‘…Should we stick with him?’
‘Eh? There are too many talents in Overgeared and we won’t stand up.’
‘Let’s not join Overgeared. We should just serve Lord. Look at the future. If we serve Lord, who will become a big character later on, won’t we be famous as well?’
‘Oh, that’s a good idea?’
The supreme continental talent that captivated even a user’s mind. They would become Lord’s support in the future. They would emerge in the world and build up an independent power. It was the birth of the special Overgeared unit.
***
[The summoned illusion has been damaged and has vanished.]
[20% experience has been lost.]
“Che.”
The performance of the Illusionist that made illusions real was so great it could be called OP. Of course, there were also penalties. A small amount of experience was consumed every time an illusion was made and a large amount of experience was lost when it was destroyed by the enemy. In addition, the ability of the Illusionist fell significantly. It was a class with an obvious limit to levelling.
‘I can’t dream about reaching level 400.’
Black checked her experience gauge that had fallen sharply. She had currently succeeded in entering Reidan. Most of the troops were deployed elsewhere, leaving Reidan empty and with poor security. It was very difficult for the guards to find Black, who had an illusion around her.
‘Where is Irene’s bedroom?’
Black was frustrated as she moved through the castle as secretly as possible. She was worried about how long her sister White could last against the monster called Kasim.
‘Eh?’
Black was trying to find Irene quickly when her face turned red. It was because she found a silver-haired woman in the garden of the outdoor terrace.
“…Really pretty.”
The silver-haired woman was so beautiful that Black was shocked. The woman didn’t raise her head from the beautiful garden full of flowers. Her name was Irene. She was the innocent beauty who was the first love of many players until she became Grid’s wife.
‘What a bright smile.’
A beautiful woman like her would have a different life from Black. She was always loved and enjoyed happiness.
‘There are no shadows in her heart.’
Swaaah.
Wind blew through Black’s hair as she stood on the terrace and looked down at Irene. Black’s thin face filled with hatred.
‘Does it make sense that a NPC will be happier than me?’
Kwaduduk!
Black had been abandoned at an orphanage with her sister White. She had never been loved by anyone from the moment she was born. She had been the subject of mockery and pity. Thus, she hated Irene. She couldn’t accept such a radiant existence. She felt a sense of deprivation when she saw those who were full of happiness. She wanted to take away the happiness they felt.
“I’ll her her.”
Kill. Kill. Kill. Black’s eyes were filled with madness as she looked at Irene. She laughed like a madman as she imagined herself with shiny silver hair. It was the precursor to Illusion Manifestation.
At that moment.
“Don’t infect her with your misery.”
Black heard the voice of a stranger. It was a male voice. It was filled with a chill that seemed to penetrate into her bones.
“W-Who?”
Black was surprised and turned to look at the dark corridor.
Step. Step.
Footsteps came closer from the direction the voice was heard. After a moment. Black confirmed the identity of the man who appeared from the darkness.
“F-Faker? You should be in Reinhardt!”
The evaluation for Faker was very high. Despite being a normal class user, he had a clear reputation. Of course, the White and Black sisters also appreciated Faker. His control skills and ability to perfectly utilize his class characteristics were reminiscent of Kraugel.
Strictly speaking, it was an inferior version of Kraugel. If Kraugel’s stats were evaluated as S grade, Faker’s stats were A+. Faker was well aware of this difference. He was a top ranker, but he wasn’t one of the best rankers. He believed it was a problem of talent that couldn’t be overcome with effort.
But Faker now abandoned that belief. He realized it during the Belial raid. If he didn’t have a bigger greed, he would keep being a non-existent person.
“Black. A sun grade player.”
The same grade as Grid and Kraugel. Fighting spirit filled Faker’s eyes as he gazed at Black.
“I will break my limits by beating you.”
He would climb up the cliff and eventually crush the sky beside him. He had to take a leaf from Grid’s book. He couldn’t give up. Thus, he declared.
“I will also reach for the sky.”
Chwaruruk!
Faker’s robe moved, attracting Black’s attentio
n for a moment. Faker didn’t miss this opening. He immediately threw a dagger while narrowing the distance with Black.
Chaaeng!
‘Fast!’
Black hurriedly summoned a warrior-type clone and gulped as she blocked Faker’s attack. Unlike the famous high rankers, Faker had a normal class, but his attack was surprisingly powerful.
‘This is nonsense! What’s with these stats?’
Faker had a lot of time while protecting his colleagues backs at the hunting ground. He did his best in his position. Standing in the shadows, he swung his sword a few thousand times in order to make sure this time wasn’t in vain.
Chaaeng!
Chaeeeeeng!
Silver light shone in the darkness as Black’s clone went on the defensive.
Rebirth. A legend about a normal class was being written.
Chapter 588
Chapter 588
‘Just like a flying squirrel!’
An assassin’s counter class was a defensive warrior. It was a balanced warrior who could tie up the assassin’s fast feet with a determined charge, reduce the assassin’s strength with a high defense, and tear the assassin’s weak body with appropriate attack power.
Black was convinced. Her warrior clone would be able to easily overpower Faker. However, reality wasn’t that easy. Faker’s impressive movements took full advantage of his class characteristics and control skills. It was too hard to hit him.
Wuuong.
Wuuong!
The sword wielded by Black’s clone only swiped through empty air.
Peeng!
The warrior’s dash that immediately narrowed the distance to the target and suppressed them was also useless. Faker was able to see the timing and point of arrival of the dark by looking at the warrior’s preparatory movements before he used it. The warrior couldn’t catch Faker because it was avoided beforehand.
‘Another Kraugel?’
It was reminiscent to the movements of Kraugel, who wasn’t overpowered despite fighting one versus two against Black and her sister. Black made a decision.
‘First of all, the location is the problem.’
Reidan Castle’s 3rd floor hallway. The dark and narrow space was like a prison for a warrior. The sword couldn’t be wielded properly, halving the power and speed. The accuracy rate also dropped, as she failed to keep track of the assassin’s fast movements in the darkness. It was due to the narrowness of the place that Faker could read the orbit of the charge.
On the other hand, Faker was like a fish who met water. He kicked off the walls and ceiling of the hallway, maximizing his speed and doubling the dazzling nature of his movements. He dominated this space. It was virtually impossible for the warrior’s dull attacks to hit him.
‘This can’t continue.’
Black made a decision and ran towards the terrace. While her clone tied up Faker’s feet, she planned to run to the garden to capture Irene and neutralize Faker. She overlooked one thing. This place was the middle of enemy territory.
“You can’t go to my lady’s side.”
“Death to all invaders.”
Pak!
Pa pa pa pat!
“What?”
Black was standing on the terrace railings, only to become surprised and lost her balance. She fell off the railing. 13 assassins suddenly popped out around her. They were assassins wearing robes with a silver dragon embroidered on them. There was a separate Overgeared assassins group? There was no information about it.
Black gritted her teeth.
“Who are all of you?”
What was the most stupid thing in the world? It was asking assassins questions. Assassins were secretive and reticent. Never try to talk with an assassin. But the assassins with the silver dragon embroidered robes were far from reticent.
“If you’re curious about our identity, we will introduce ourselves.”
“We are the Silver Dragon assassins, raised by Prince Ren to help him succeed the throne. The Daluka’s Methods that we learnt were incredibly strong. We are the best assassins of Eternal.”
“This isn’t the end. Recently, we became even stronger. Since serving Duke Grid, we have been trained directly by Kasim, king of shadows.”
“Now we are-”
“The overwhelming Silver Dragons-”
“The Overgeared Shadows group.”
“We are loyalists who will devote ten of our lives to Overgeared.”
“…”
Who was this explanation for? It was as if characters who appeared after a long time were appealing themselves to the readers.
Syuok!
Syu syu syu syu syuk!
The swords of the Silver Dragons flocked towards Black who was making an absurd expression. Indeed, they were terrible assassins. Their weapons moved quickly towards her weak points.
“Ugh!”
Although her level was much lower than White, Black was still level 330. But it wasn’t easy to endure the attacks from the Overgeared Shadows, whose levels were in the mid-200s. It was the fatal weakness of an Illusionist.
‘Cooperative attacks are too demanding.’
After being attacked successively by the Overgeared Shadows, Black suffered damage that couldn’t be ignored and made a choice. She made another illusion in exchange for a loss of experience.
Sururuk.
Dark smoke spread out from Black and it soon became a human form. It was Black’s new clone. This time, it was a paladin. It had excellent tanking, healing, and buffing ability.
“Hee~ Brothers, will you have fun with me?”
It was a beautiful and cheerful clone, unlike the real Black. She smiled as she equipped a square shield and one-handed sword.
Jjeejeeeong!
“…!”
The Overgeared Shadows were baffled at the new Black. The weight of the shield carried by Black’s new clone was hard to bear with their daggers. Then stumbled and Black pushed them towards the corridor. Then the paladin used support magic on the warrior dealing with Faker.
“Round Heal.”
Swaaaaah!
A round green circle was created on the ground underneath the warrior who had been ravaged by Faker’s knife. It was Round Heal which restored the health of the target standing in the specified place.
“Eh..!”
The warm healing light wrapped around the warrior clone, whose face became rosy. It happened at the same time.
Puoook!
A silver taichi pierced the heart of the clone. It was a scene similar to the fangs of a beast biting its prey’s neck. The strength was amazing.
[The summoned illusion has been damaged and has vanished.]
[20% experience has been lost.]
[Your level has dropped.]
[10 of your most recently invested points will be lost.]
“What?”
The first clone died while she was dealing with the assassins here?
“What is this?”
How could Faker’s attacks be so overwhelming, when he had a normal class? Black couldn’t comprehend Faker’s power, which was twice as strong as she estimated. She thought he must’ve used a petty trick.
Step.
Faker entered the range of Round Heal with a calm expression, recovered his health, and replied.
“The power of items.”
Was there a need for a long description? One of the means Faker chose to overcome the limitations of a normal class was items, which was natural as a member of Overgeared. Faker had always made best use of the items available from Grid. In particular, he became several times stronger since obtaining Kruger’s Pants.
He might not be an opponent for Belial, but that wasn’t because Faker was incompetent. There was an insurmountable level difference and Faker was also too busy protecting his colleagues that he failed to demonstrate his skills. Then what about now? Faker was able to freely jump higher than Black.
Pahat!
It was the increased agility and jumping ability attached
to Kruger’s Pants. The items made by former legends and current legends helped Faker’s stats. Faker moved quickly using his agility and jumping abilities and was above Black’s head in an instant.
Black felt her own death.
***
[Your party member Black has died.]
“W-What?”
White doubted the notification window that appeared in front of her. Reidan was currently empty of Overgeared members. Who in Reidan could hurt Black?
“How? What is this?”
Everything went wrong the moment they stepped in the fields. The process and results were different from what she expected. This was the curse of the fields. White was reminded of the crazy farmer who killed her in Siren. Her forehead seemed to throb and she grabbed it.
“I can’t go back like this.”
Grid and Overgeared had a debt that must be paid back. She couldn’t go back empty-handed after going all the way to Reidan and the sacrifice of her sister Black.
“You…!”
White looked at Lord in the distance. Grid’s son was Overgeared’s secret weapon. What if she killed the child raised by Grid and Kraugel? This would be true revenge.
“Kik! Kilkik! Hahahahahat!”
Her guilt was stimulated because she sacrificed her sister Black, who always suffered from severe stress due to difficult levelling. She laughed like she was insane and her body shook. She quickly burned her fat to turn it into muscles and approached Lord. She shot off using the instantaneous increase in acceleration.
“Young Nobleman Lord!”
“Avoid it!”
The 200 beautiful girls hurriedly rushed to protect Lord. However, White’s speed was at the maximum due to reducing her body fat as much as possible. She approached Lord much faster than the girls and smiled at him.
“Blame your father if you want. You’re going to die due to him!”
White stared at Lord with killing intent. Her killing intent was too harsh for a child. A common child Lord’s age would’ve cried or fainted. But Lord was going to be a legend. He wasn’t easily affected by abnormal states. Tears filled Lord’s eyes but he endured it as he stared straight at White.
“No! I don’t blame Father! My father is the best person in the world!”
How many times had his father been with Lord since he was born? It was small enough that Lord could count it. Yes, sometimes he felt lonely and sad. He wanted to be with his father like other children. He wanted to follow his father around and learn many things like the gardener’s son. Lord wondered how good it would be if his father was always with him.
