43 Chapter 0043

Zultan had been in the malta forest for more than two months already. His orc gang, which had been decreased by a lot due to a toe-curling chunni redhead, had tried to look for a plant called the 'Bane of Curses' inside the malta forest for months, but still had yet to see any progress.

"These wimpy cockroaches. They are going to resurrect anyway, why do they still bother crying?"

Zultan said as he kicked the skull of one of the humans he had caught to toy around with. These cockroaches never learnt their lesson as they kept coming to get killed by him, especially that redhead.

That bastard kept coming to free the humans 'in the name of justice' and had continuously taken down at least one orc of his ever-decreasing orc gang. After he had started doing it continuously, Zultan had gotten enraged and started fighting with that redhead himself, so that the redhead wouldn't cause any more damage to the group.

"I will take revenge for all my fallen brethren. This is the day you die, hateful orc!"

A loud shout interrupted the group's activity as they all turned around and looked at the redhead.

"I, Nameless, will be your doom!"

The redhead named Nameless shouted,

"Can't he just leave us alone? He's the most persistent cockroach that I've ever seen. And what's with the name? Nameless? Really?"

Gomchul, who was standing beside Zultan commented. Recently, Zultan had gotten more and more cruel and moody, especially after the incident with the guy who had broken his teeth. But this redhead had become a real pain in the ass as he kept on coming after the orc gang even after he was trampled over and over by Zultan.

But the scary thing was, the redhead was catching up fast. He would come in every 3-5 days to cause a scene, and Gomchul was able to handle him in the beginning. But just after a few fights, he started overpowering Gomchul and Zultan finally had to take the reign and beat him every time he came.

The gap between Zultan and Nameless was still very large, but the redhead was clearly growing after every fight. If one ignored his way of speech, he was a good fighter and a warrior at heart. Alas! He was up against the brutal Zultan who kept becoming a worse person with every passing day.

Gomchul had stopped taking notice of such things anymore, and just did his duty of serving the current orc leader's kid, aka Zultan. His and his brother's only duty was to protect Zultan and listen to his command no matter what.

As soon as Zultan angrily stood up with his pointy club, the redhead immediately attacked him. Ever since the other normal orcs were unable to fight him, Zultan had told them to stand by unless absolutely necessary, lest they lose their life for nothing.

He already had only a few remaining subordinates, and he didn't want the numbers to dwindle anymore, or else he would never be given any more subordinates, and maybe the right as a general of the southern tribe would also go away, just like he had lost his right to the leader's seat.

The players who had gotten caught by Zultan's gang were actually waiting for Nameless to arrive, as these days, he was getting more and more fame as the player who helped other players as an apostle of justice. Someone who had become a huge fan and had a similar choice of words as Nameless had also popularised him as the Nameless Apostle.

A sharp silver sword and a huge pointy club clashed, and the former soon bounced back only to retaliate again. There was no way for Nameless to keep up with Zultan's sheer strength and power, so he made it up with speed and his nimble movements.

Getting tired of the pesky little cockroach, Zultan whose club clashed with his sword, immediately put his left hand off of the club as he went in for a direct punch to the stomach. Although Nameless realised what Zultan was trying to do, he couldn't avoid the punch due to it already being too close to him.

Puhaat!

Nameless's body flew out and smashed into a nearby tree as he coughed and blood came out.

"Tell me, you little cockroach. You lose every time you come here. Why do you still come here to piss me?"

Zultan slowly walked towards Nameless with his grip around his club tightening, indicating that he was going to kill the pest in one hit.

Puht! Kuhahahaha!

Nameless coughed and let out a laugh that sent shivers even down the spine of the captive players.

"I am the Nameless apostle, and I would do anything to save my fellow brethren in need. I don't need to have any other motive, as long as they're in peril, I would always wield my sword and stand by them."

Tch!

Zultan clicked his tongue as he swung his club at Nameless's face, immediately killing him and turning him into particles of light.

Or that should have been the case, but somehow, the bleeding Nameless was still alive with apparent shock in his eyes, as Zultan's club shattered into pieces which flew around everywhere.

'Visit (No ve (l)B i n) to read, pls!',

"That actually sounded a bit cool, dude. But you shouldn't make that your personality. Use your punchlines once in a while and it would sound even cooler."

Everyone, including Zultan, Gomchul, the orc gang and Nameless was surprised to hear the voice. Zultan was all too familiar with the voice that had mocked him not once or twice, but many times, so his blood immediately started boiling as he looked towards the direction from where a flying blade had come and shattered his club to pieces.

"SHURAAaa aaa a…..??!"

Zultan's thunderous roar shouted out which got weaker and weaker with every passing moment as he saw the monstrous being which slowly walked towards them.

"Yes yes, I know my name is Shura. Beautiful, isn't it? The only thing that was lacking was a body matching the name, now it fits perfectly, don't you think so, little Zuly?"

Shura's calm voice clearly entered everyone's ears as he walked up near them and gave Nameless a hand, who immediately grabbed it and stood up.

"Potions aren't for show, you know? When are you planning to drink one?"

Shura asked Nameless, ignoring the confused Zultan who didn't even know what was going on.

Nameless scratched the back of his head embarrassedly as he spoke.

"Actually, I have run out of potions…"

***

"....here."

[You have transferred a health potion to player Nameless.]

I gave a health potion to Nameless and he embarrassedly gulped it down. I couldn't believe how a rowdy guy like him in such shiny gear could run out of health potions, those were the basics of the basics before joining a fight.

Ignoring him, I looked at Zultan, a bit amused as I couldn't suppress the smile on my face. I honestly enjoyed the dumbfounded expression that he was giving me.

If I had to give an example, it would be like standing strong, handsome and tall in front of your bullies who had treated you like a total wimp for years. The adrenaline was really making me feel good and excited.

"Shura….?"

Zultan looked at me and tried to confirm again.

"Oh my god! The legendary class is here!"

"I want an autograph!"

"Can I take a picture? It'd give me so much popularity OMG!"

The players who noticed my presence started shouting excitedly, forgetting their current conditions.

"....you're the new legend…? How…"

Since the concept of legends originated from NPCs, the NPCs were clearly aware of the meaning and power behind what a legend is. Zultan couldn't seem to believe his own ears as he kept turning and twisting around as if looking for someone to answer his question.

"Yeah, I was a legend the last time you beat my ass too."

"....."

Zultan seemed a bit speechless and then started laughing loudly.

"PUHAHAHAT! So even a legend is only so-so? What a wimpy maggot! Gomchul, throw me your sword!"

Gomchul frowned and threw his long and crude sword toward Zultan. It was a known fact among southern tribe orcs to not use someone else's weapon, no matter how normal or useless it was. It depicted an orc's dignity, and the prince of that tribe right now was breaking that rule.

'ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ No(v) e lBin ᴏɴʟʏ.',

Gomchul wanted to retort, but in front of them stood an enemy, and he found it best to not risk the prince's life over a rule right now.

"You're the smarter one amongst the bunch here, right?"

I asked out loud to Gomchul, he clearly looked a bit fidgety hearing that.

"Why are you not fighting for leadership and are under this scumbag?"

I asked, and he frowned as he looked at Zultan. Gomchul clearly knew his position as the son of a normal orc warrior, there was no way anyone outside of the leader's blood could fight for the leader's seat.

"Oh my? Nepotism? Again? You guys should learn something from the people of Abyss."

"Enough talking maggot!"

I was speaking leisurely when Zultan completely snapped due to how I ignored him. He lunged toward me brandishing Gomchul's sword in a vertical slash.

"Oh shut up, you attention seeker. Can't you see I am talking to Gomchul here?"

I said as my tail curled upwards and stopped the sword, rolling around it like a snake and eventually breaking the sword to pieces.

[Enigma's Tail (Lv 1)

Type: Passive Skill

Cost: Stamina

Cooldown: None

Your race, Enigma, grants you absolute control over your tail. Your tail is made from the combination of a Grivantula's sturdy legs, a demonic monkey's nimble and sharp tail, and an Abyss piranha's sharp jaw.

It is a part of your body and you can use it as any other limb, having full control over it. It has the dormant dark mana residing in it, like the rest of your body. More uses can be unlocked through various conditions.]

'It really isn't there just to look cool, is it?'

I commented inwardly as I checked the screen. Since I had the chance to name my own race, I named it Enigma. I couldn't think of a better and more suitable name than this. It just fit perfectly, and all my racial skills were named after it.

"....what?!!"

Zultan let out a cry of shock, as he saw Gomchul's sword get shattered into pieces right in front of his eyes.

"What what? Dumbass. It's the time when you beg for mercy from the guy you have bullied till now. Don't you know the script?"

I asked in mock sarcasm, and he seemed a bit confused.

"Brother, you are so cool."

Nameless, who was beside me, commented, making me shiver.

'Was I being cringe?'

Ahem! Nevermind that.

"Zuly boy, wanna play a game? It's a game that you love."

"What game?"

"A torturous one."

I smiled lightly saying that. It was time for repayment, with interest.