Translator: Seven
Editor: Ana_Banana
Luck.
It was pure luck that helped me evade the old man’s attack.
“Hmm?!”
The Sword Saint’s eyes widened slightly. Perhaps, in his eyes, I was a tremendous master. So after I dodged his attack he immediately jumped away expecting a counterattack. What he probably didn’t expect was that I would be fiercely rolling on the ground.
“Swo-, Sword Saint-nim. Wait. Please listen to me for a moment.”
It didn’t matter if I died. I wanted to die after all. No, what mattered was if I could fix the misconception that the Sword Saint had, then die. That way, I could avoid useless confrontations in the future.
“I’m an F-class hunter…”
“You dodged my sword. You must be a high-end assassin huh?”
“Ah! Is this old geezer deaf?!”
This was horrible. Instead of clearing up the misunderstanding, it was just getting worse.
Again, avoiding the sword had been pure luck. I couldn’t even follow the blade with my eyes. The old man’s skills far exceeded my cognitive abilities.
‘If he attacks again, I wouldn’t be able to avoid it.’
After all this, it seemed like I could only give up on convincing him. I watched the death approach in the form of a sword.
“…”
He stopped.
The Sword Saint suddenly stopped, just a step away and at first, I thought this was my chance.
‘Oh? Are you ready to listen to me now?’
But the Sword Saint didn’t look at me. Instead, the old man frowned at the air. Curious, I also turned my head to look but found nothing there.
“…didn’t I tell you I’d take care of it?”
The old man spoke to the open air.
“…so noisy. Catch and interrogate. So I should keep this demon alive?”
He was talking to himself.
‘What the?”
The Sword Saint, who had just been about to cut me down, stopped. Instead, he began to mutter to himself. The immediate crisis was delayed a bit.
I furrowed my brow.
‘Is he…is that a self-talk skill?’
Maybe. Maybe it was.
At the bar, I’d thought, ‘This old man is mentally ill.’ But now that I was witnessing it up close it seemed a bit different. Shall I say a bit more elaborate and sophisticated? The man truly seemed to be talking to someone.
‘Is it telepathy?’
Suddenly a thought came to me. Telepathy or Sound Transmission(傳音). The ability to freely communicate from a distance. Such a skill did exist.
‘Then…was he talking about me to someone else?’
A shiver went down my spine again.
‘He intends to capture the man who slaughtered 4091 people.’
Wanted Criminal.
The Hunter Bureau rarely released bounties. And when they did, the targets didn’t last very long. The Wanted person would be hunted by top players and would need to hide for life. If they were caught, they would be executed publicly in Babylon Square in the middle of the city.
‘This is not good.’
I clenched my teeth.
‘I have to die right now.’
So that everything I could go back 24 hours and let everything be reset, I had to die immediately. I stared at the Sword Saint.
“…it’s too late. I’ve already made up my mind. Even if you’re the master…”
The old man was still muttering to himself. I wasn’t 100% sure if he suffered from psychosis or was really talking to someone, but even if I wasn’t sure I still opened my mouth.
“How are your grandchildren doing?”
The old man stopped talking to himself. Then he slowly turned and looked at me.
“I heard that the outside world is really ugly these days. If they’re the grandchildren of the great Sword Saint then they must be quite pretty. You must be very worried.”
“…”
Dark blue eyes, and pupils that were as still as the ocean’s depths stared into my eyes.
“It is said that you’re originally from Northern Europe. I heard that terrorists there are really rampant. I don’t know, maybe without your knowledge, your grandchildren have already suffered many injustices.”
Suguk.
‘Huh.’
The sound of an apple being cut in half rang out in the clearing.
‘Huh…’
At first, I couldn’t tell what had happened. I’d been watching the old man this entire time and I hadn’t seen him move. Not even his lips moved.
So where did that sound come from?
The strangeness didn’t end there though. Originally, the Sword Saint was standing on the ground right in front of me. But does it feel as though the ground was slowly turning over.
The horizon tilted and the moon in the sky flipped over. High in the night sky, the first quarter moon(Sanghyun) tilted and became the last quarter moon(Hahyun). The only thing on the horizon was an upside-down old man.
“…”
The old man’s blue eyes just stared at me and I couldn’t help but think that they truly resembled the starry sky. I could see why he was called the sword saint.
Then I realized.
‘Ah.’
The ground was not upside down.
My head had been cut off and it was slowly falling.
One Hit KO(一擊)
‘Beautiful.’
My eyes couldn’t follow the attack of the old man, but after seeing the world after my head was cut off, I couldn’t help but think it was beautiful.
After a while, my head hit something. My mind was blank and I couldn’t hear anything, but I finally realized that my head had landed on the ground.
By the time I realized that there was no longer any life in my eyes.
[You have died.]
What kind of skills did he have? How long did he have to practice before he could get skills at that level?
[The skill condition has been achieved due to death.]
I was filled with emotions that were much different from when I had been killed by the Flame Emperor. I felt betrayed by the Flame Emperor and I’d wanted revenge for my wrongful death.
However, it wasn’t the same with the Sword Saint.
‘I want to be like that.’
‘I want to have a one-hit attack too.’
This was similar to the feeling I had toward Yoo Soo-ha before I learned what he truly was like.
Jealousy. Covetousness. Adoration.
Flames of desire burned within my heart.
And there was something that responded to those flames.
[A skill of Hunter Marcus Calenbury will be randomly copied.]
Cards began to appear in the darkness around me.
[Creating Skill Cards.]
Swish!
The cards had their backs toward me so I couldn’t see their information.
‘Still, the colors were more pronounced than when I was killed by Yoo Soo-ha.’
Perhaps it was because I’ve already adapted to death.
4090 times. As the Sword saint had confirmed with his [Kill Counter] skill, I’d already experienced death thousands of times. No hunter was more familiar with death than me.
‘It’s not something to be proud of.’
I couldn’t help but make a bitter smile.
‘Please select a skill card.’
The cards floating before me all started to fly around quickly.
‘Whoa!’
At first, I was surprised. But it didn’t take long for me to regain my focus and begin to concentrate on the cards.
‘I mustn’t get anything else. Golden yellow! I can only get a golden yellow card!’
But they were fast. It seemed impossible to chase after them.
‘Oh my God.’
Did I grab a golden card from these fast-moving cards when I was killed by the Flame Emperor? Me? How did I do that? I was new, but I was really lucky at that time.
‘There is nothing to say, I can’t get lucky again this time! Golden Yellow, where are you golden yellow?’
But I realized something strange.
‘Huh?’
No matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find one.
‘I don’t think there are any golden cards.’
Among the cards flying around in front of me, there were blue cards and silver cards. However, none of them were golden. Believing I was wrong, I focused and searched even harder to look for anyone that I missed, but found nothing.
This meant there was only one possibility.
‘Re-, really?’
I was shocked.
‘Is there really no..?’
From the start…the Sword Saint did not have any S-rank skills.
‘This doesn’t make sense!’
I wanted to scream.
‘He is the number one hunter! The most legendary character before the Flame Emperor arrived and he didn’t have any S-rank skills?!’
It was very hard to believe, but it was true. My skill proved it.
Marcus Calenbury, the great Sword Saint, reigned above the world without a single S-rank skill.
I was shocked and a bit fearful.
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