Chapter 2: If You Need Training (1)
Episode 2. If You Need Training (1)
After the Arcana flooded into reality.
The symbol of Korea has be the Wizards Tower.
Yes, Im in front of the Wizards Tower!
Wow. How many metres is that? I cant believe that thing came into existence overnight.
Wait, arent those supernovae, threatening the Rankers?!
Wizards Tower.
The shrine of all mages.
A ce that yed an important role in Arcana.
After such a tower rose in Seoul.
The ripples that followed were indescribable.
[Magic Tower effect? Rankers flock to Korea].
[Wizards of the Tower, We are not seeking new knowledge, just friendly rtions.]
[Matap tourism poprity 3,000% increase in touristspared tost year]
Why did youe to Korea? Its because of Matap, of course. From long-distance teleportation to enchantment. There are so many services avable in the martop that we, the Shining Guild, are nning to stay in Korea for the time being.
The Shining Guild, the best in the world, has opened a chapter in South Korea.
Following in their footsteps, otherrge guilds from around the world have established themselves in Korea.
They pay a hefty tax.
With an abundance of yers, it was only natural that monster damage would decrease.
Koreas future was bright!
However, it wasnt just the magic towers that crossed over from Arcana.
Where there is light, there is also darkness.
I thought, Damn. Im the best man even though Im a yer?
I wanted to be that good!
Im jealous. Envious enough to make me sick to my stomach and want to kill.
Yes, the devil was living in the darkness.
It was hard to get used to it at first, but the more I look at it, the more I realise that its a better ce for us demons to behave than the continent of Arkana. Envy, jealousy, pessimism, all kinds of negative emotions!
In an environment like this, its only a matter of time before I be a high-level demon.
One day, Ill be like the demons!
The imp, a low-level demon, licked his lips in ecstasy.
It had spotted its prey.
Five yers.
Lets go with those guys this time.
I think back to the kites I killed while ying yesterday.
Their desperate howls were so good to hear.
They seemed like easy prey, being so much younger than their young.
*No.
Only five, including me.
Good thing.
It wasnt like only high-level yers had to be awakened.
There were plenty of job postings in themunity looking for yers of my level.
Solving is dangerous.
And its real.
If you die, its not game over.
It means youre dead.
I see it, the crack.
I pointed to the subway exit.
It was still rush hour, so there was quite a crowd.
If I hadnt written my resignation letter, Id be there, right?
As I thought about it, I reached the exit.
This is what the yers see.
A crack only visible to the yers eyes.
I could see a barrier blocking the subway exit.
Office workers pushing through it to get to the tform.
As you can see, ordinary people were not affected by the rift.
Thats probably why society runs as it does.
[Gnolls Cer]
[Suitable Level: Lv35~40]
[Copse Progress : 19.8%]
I can see the crack information.
When the copse progress reaches 100 per cent, the rift copses and the monsters are released into the real world.
The early days after the Cataclysm.
When there were fewer yers and less knowledge about the rift, the rift would copse and monsters would be released.
The human toll was unspeakable.
Because of the sacrifices made, current yers are able to exploit the rift without any restrictions.
The rift is a ticking time bomb.
yers were the only ones who could ess it.
Judging by the progression, there may be some yers who got in first, but lets give it our best shot! All right, just one cigarette. Ill enter in exactly five minutes.
A little nervous?
I cant help it.
After all, I was just an ordinary office worker a few days ago.
Now Im about to hunt a monster that wasnt even there.
Its natural to be nervous.
Its times like these that I think, Thank God.
But it was only a feeling.
I didnt feel the slightest tremor in my body.
My neck was as stiff as ever.
My shoulders werent slumped.
My gaze was clear and confident.
Youre an aristocrat on the subway.
You dont look like the first yer to enter the rift today.
Stay positive.
Nothing good cane from being nervous.
Besides, you didnt join this party for your first experience, did you?
[Rmended level: Lv35-40].
My current level was 55.
Even with the Demon Hunters mediocre stats, theres a 15 level difference between us. There was no point in standing around.
Alright, shall we go in then?
Good luck!
Lets do this together!
Before I knew it, five minutes had passed.
A motivated party.
Only three older sisters.
And theyre all younger sisters.
A few bowls of rice balls that Ive been eating since I was a kid to stay neutral in my sisters wars.
I used to be favoured by my bosses with those snacks.
I opened my mouth to lighten the mood.
In a very noble voice.
You have nothing to worry about because Im here.
Wait, whos worried about who?!
But I couldnt help myself.
Yes?
Damn it, I can see my party melt down.
Theyre going to die of embarrassment, I swear.
Grand Prix, my fucking ck history.
.
.
.
They say you get half the way there if you stay still.
Id better keep my mouth shut.
That was my conclusion.
Soon, as I entered the crack, I saw a differentndscape.
It was the same subway I saw every day on mymute to work.
There was a sense of strangeness.
Nam Chul-min, the leader of the party ahead of us, clicked his tongue.
The esctor is rusty, so well have to walk. Oh, there are a lot of stairs here. Lets just pretend were warming up and go down!
I looked at the esctor as he said that.
I mean, really?
A rusty esctor.
A damp, unpleasant smell wafting from far below.
And the asional howl of a beast.
I wonder if its a gnoll.
Indeed, it seems that the cracks have transformed the subway into an environment to match.
The yer is the only one who can ess the ruined subway station.
Of course, when the rift copses, the real subway will look like this.
Gather your gear.
Judging by theck of entrance, Im guessing theres a party that got in first?
Apparently so, but dont worry, this is a transfer station, so its pretty big. If we pick a good route, well be able to hunt without ovepping with the other party.
Im d I found a party.
I would have been stupid toe alone.
I opened my inventory and checked my gear.
I guess Im lucky this is .
Level 55.
That might seem like a low level now, but back then it was a pretty high level.
Equipment wasnt easy toe by back then.
But who was I back then?
I lived for style and died for style.
I vaguely remember spending my pocket money to get the coolest gear.
Anyway, thanks to that pom-pom, my current level of gear is on the luxury end of the spectrum.
[Nameless cksmiths Masterpiece: Silver Dagger]
[Rating: Rare]
[Limit: Lv.50]
[Effect: Deals additional damage to undead and demons].
[Description: A masterpiece of a cksmith with great skill but little fame].
This dagger stands out in my memory.
I remember buying it at an auction for a very high price.
As the description says, it was crafted by a very famous cksmith yer at the time.
I dont know who he was, but Im sure hed be a very famous cksmith by now if hed kept ying Arcana.
Thats not the point.
So you only have one weapon?!
This is a waste.
Silver weapons had very poor durability.
I vividly remember hunting and losing durability and spending a small amount of gold on repairs.
It was gold then, but now it was cash!
I had a bow, but only five arrows.
And they were all silver arrows.
I couldnt even use silver arrows without worrying about durability.
I made a quick judgement call.
Im going to have to fight as little as possible.
At least until I can get a new weapon.
[You have entered the Gnolls cer-pantry].
The only new weapons here are the crude ones the Gnolls use.
Still, its better than using wasted silver weapons.
After all, theres still a level gap.
I regretted my decision as the battle began.
Really, Lee Ho-yeol, you bastard!
No matter how cool silver weapons are.
Was it that hard to pack a practical weapon?!
Crouch!!!
Dogmen, gnolls.
The real ones were much faster and smarter than the ones Id seen in Arcana.
They must have adapted to the subway.
They used theplex terrain of the subway to attack us.
Shush!
An arrow shot out of the corner of my eye.
The mage, Seo Jung-yeon, who had barely dodged, shouted.
Gnoll Archer, hes hiding behind that vending machine!
For some reason, our party had a better division of roles.
I looked over at Nam Chul-min.
Is this how you party hunt these days?
I hadnt heard it, but Nams ss was obviously a tank.
Therge shield and te armour proved it.
But why?
Rather than protecting the party, Nam Chul-min had fallen out of line.
I dont know, but the situation is not good.
I cant pay the bills.
Seo Jung-yeon, a mage, was the only ranged dealer in our party.
I did as she said and looked towards the vending machine.
Sure enough, there were two gnoll archers behind the vending machine.
Theyre reloading their arrows.
Is this my chance?
I rack my brain.
Yes, it is an opportunity.
Gnoll archers are terrible in melee.
If I can take them down, I can take their arrows.
But Im not the only one whos bad atbat, am I?
Besides, they havent had a battle like this in over a decade.
Each.
But I didnt think about that.
I was walking leisurely.
My gait was rxed.
As if the gnolls couldnt even approach me.
I walked confidently towards the gnoll archer.
Yes, my mind was weighing all the variables and dangers.
My body was honest.
I wasnt nervous in the slightest.
Or, more urately, intimidated by the gnolls.
The confidence of the Grand Prix that had been draped over me was too much.
Excuse me? Its dangerous! I dont have a weapon?
Suddenly, I thought I heard Seo Jung-yeon shouting in my ear.
But I didnt hear the whole thing.
Maybe I didnt hear her.
I couldnt tell if Seo was slurring her words.
CRRRR!!!
Fangs bared.
Two gnolls showing hostility.
Another gnoll.
I approached them casually.
Another punch.
I mmed my fist into the bridge of their noses.
There was a gracefulness to the sequence of movements that was beyond rxed.
There was not the slightest wavering in my vision.
I said.
You must be undisciplined.
As if I were chastising a hunting dog.
Not that I mind, but sometimes.
It was like looking down from on high.
It was the attitude of an overbearing aristocrat.
Corporal punishment is sometimes necessary.
Crack, crack!