Chapter 62

My Villains Episode 062

17. Popaluk Katalas (2)

I see a blue light in the distance.

It is a color that somehow feels ominous.

When I was a college student, I participated in a theater club and uploaded a play called ‘Titus Andronicus’.

It was a play that was so bloody that you can’t imagine it was Shakespeare’s work. I remember putting blue film over the lights to create the most terrifying scene in the play.

At that time, the lighting was just that color.

...groan I’ve been in the dark for a long time, so I’m getting all sorts of strange thoughts.

I waved a torch for no reason and scattered red sparks. With the other hand, he straightened the hilt of the sword and hurried his steps.

I tried to stay calm, but the more I climbed the stairs, the more ominous it got.

By the time you discover the stone buildings piled up on the hill. I could instinctively notice that this wasn’t just a matter of mood.

Woo woo woo.

Yes, this must be a magical sensation.

If sensing mana is not a magical sense, what is it? I guess I feel this because I invested points in magic power.

Ominousness takes shape.

I rubbed the torch on the floor and took out a new one. I untied the outer cloth so that I could light a fire at any time, and finally reached the entrance of the building with the sound of my footsteps silenced.

The building was made of large bricks, and the open entrance on one side was as large as a castle gate. I stuck my eyes to the wall and looked inside the building.

The scenery of ‘Altar’ is similar to what I saw in the game, but it was different.

The circular stairway in the center of the stone chamber was a large arched window pierced toward the cliff, and a small platform near it was the same as seen in the game.

The swarming corpses and the blue lights wandering around the ceiling were unexpected things to be here. The white sand and bloodstains scattered on the floor also drew attention.

But the most shocking thing was something else.

I screamed inwardly when I found a human figure hanging down under the window facing the cliff.

Ellen!

Ellen, who sat leaning against the wall with her eyes open, looked pale because her face was white.

The blood that flowed from his lips was soaking his robe red, and the white shirt he usually wears was also covered in blood. The blood that flowed down his sagging hand dripped and formed a small puddle.

Like... like a dead person. Oh, that’s how it seemed.

My eyes widened and soon turned red.

He exhaled the heat that rose up through his chest.

“Ellen Ellen!” At the silence-shattering roar, the gazes of the undead gathered in the room all turned to me.

So what the fuck.

After throwing away the torch and bag, he rushed towards the undead group without looking back.

“Hehehehe-”

The corpses bursting into the water rushed at them as if they were about to fall, but before they knew it, the blood-soaked Pulse sprayed red sword light and split them apart.

Serpent.

The bodies were scattered across the floor in groups of two at most, three or four at most. Sometimes, when the blade gets caught in the jawbone or ribs, “Kkeuahap!”

Quick!

He slashed another and shattered his bones.

Rotten bodily fluids splattered and clung to his face from the harsh knife action. Stinking intestines and blue-stained brains spilled onto the floor.

A corpse that had lost its lower body stomped on the floor and reached out its hand. He lifted his foot and trampled his head.

Perseok.

I didn’t think it was disgusting. It just looked like a landscape in a dream. By the time I cut down the zombies like that, Kang!

I suddenly wake up to the shock that comes up through my hands. What blocked my slash was a spear made of solid iron. The guy with the spear-

“Skeleton?”

Instead of taking a close look at my opponent, I reflexively swung a pulse.

Kagagak!

The blade wrapped around the spear pole came down with sparks. He was going to blow his wrist or finger, but the pulse bounced off the hard gauntlet.

“What a madman,”

“Keuug”

Kuk All of them were wearing equipment that was too much for a skeleton soldier. I knew best why they were wearing equipment that only high-level heroes would wear.

single thought.

When a normal mode hero in the Dark World dies, some experience points and equipment durability are lost. In the process, corpses are left behind, but equipment is not dropped.

On the other hand, in Hardcore mode, the character is deleted when the hero dies. In the process, the equipment does not evaporate but remains on the corpse.

So in the old days, it was a kind of manners to return equipment after winning PvP.

You’ve suffered the loss of losing all your accumulated experience points, but losing your equipment makes you want to quit the game, don’t you? That’s why it’s an implicit rule.

Ha ha, thinking back, it was real bullshit.

As a high school student, I had no intention of following such ridiculous rules. So, from the first PvP, I killed my opponent and ate their equipment.

Actually, isn’t it natural? The game systematically allowed me to eat it, so why give it back?

As I changed characters and kept doing that, the community exploded saying that every day was far away. The number of people who do PvP is also drastically reduced. that was kind of annoying

Anyway, after about 4 years, the number of users who agree with my idea has increased, and the manners and rules have all disappeared. Eating equipment has become a matter of course. He was very proud.

But on the other hand, it was a bit disappointing. Because my opponent doesn’t get angry when I eat equipment.

I want to cut up and play with those who have been messing around, but I can’t raise the medicine properly just by tapping on the keyboard, right?

That’s why I came up with ‘taxidermy’ using a necromancer.

The Skeleton Soldier created by the Necromancer is armed with a rusty iron sword and an old buckler. If you invest points in skills, your equipment will be a little better, but even so, the iron helmet and steel sword tower shield are the limit.

Can you equip me with equipment?

That kind of thing was only possible for a high level undead like Death Knight Dullahan. A low-class undead like the Skeleton Soldier couldn’t help it.

But there is one exception.

It’s time to turn unrooted corpses into skeleton soldiers. In this case, a skeleton soldier rises with the item dropped by the corpse still equipped.

In fact, this is something close to trolling. There are two reasons.

first. The fact that equipment cannot be retrieved.

Disabling the Skeleton Soldier’s equipment is systematically impossible. Also, even if the Skeleton Soldier dies, only bone fragments are scattered and no equipment is left behind.

Because of this, when playing Necromancer, he had to root first and then get into the habit of using Necromancer. Otherwise, all the items will be blown away.

second. that the efficiency is low.

The Skeleton Soldier cannot use 100% of the equipment he wears. I can’t use the active skill attached to the equipment and I can’t get the stat bonus.

Of course, overall specs such as attack power, defense resistance, etc. have gone up. But even so, it’s a bone that turns to dust with one hit of ‘Turn Undead’.

Anyway, I started using this funny situation to fool the cheeky challengers.

The performance of turning high-level characters into mere skeleton soldiers and vaporizing their equipment heated up the community for a while.

It was really fun back then...

The result of that play is tightening my leash.

Fifteen skeleton soldiers surrounding me drew their weapons. All of them are traces of those who pissed me off.

“......It will rot.”

The level of equipment they had was too high to be called ‘even if it’s just a bone’. It is incomparable to the heroes of his previous life who reached at least level 60 and maximum level 90, but he is still threatening enough.

In fact, it’s not ‘enough’, it’s ‘extremely’ threatening. I won’t even scratch them, but they’ll split my armor like tofu.

“Now calm down. I don’t want to hurt you either.”

That bastard

. I glared at him and spit it out.

“Catch the X, you jerk.”

“...you are talking nonsense. The basis of conversation is consideration and understanding of each other.”

“I’ll make you understand, so come over here. I’ll rip your jaws out and fix the crackling.”

“Hmm.”

Luke, who clicked his tongue and stroked his chin, had the same attitude as usual. Previously, I respected him for being seen as an elder’s composure, but now I just wanted to pull his neck out.

“Oh, this would be nice.”

Saying that, Luke took something out of his pocket.

“I’ll keep Miss Ellen’s lifeline on for a while, so give me a chance to convince you.”

“... what?”