Survival Story of a Sword King - Chapter 183

Chapter 183

Unique Item (2)

Over the past 40 years, many Earthlings had fallen on the Latna continent.

Those from the other world had clashed with the Latnains in many areas.

There was a particularly prominent part of them.

Kibie spoke as if she didn’t quite understand.

“It’s strange that many Aliens have fantasies about the Elves.”

Of course, the Elves were beautiful enough to the humans in Latna.

Since they had a long lifespan and a long youth, it was no wonder that Earthlings were sexually attracted to them.

Meanwhile, the Dwarves and Sylphs were Fairies with appearances far from the aesthetic sense of humans.

The Dwarves were dorky, so they were excluded from the beginning.

Sylphs were too thin and tall.

Positively, they were models, but to be honest, they looked like they were about to starve to death.

“But what about the Nymphs? Nymphs are just as beautiful. They stay just as young as well. So why only the Elves?”

Everyone’s eyes were on Ryu Han-bin.

They hoped to get an answer from Han-bin, an Earthling.

Han-bin answered solemnly.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea.”

He knew.

There wasn’t only one or two ‘erotic’ content related to the Elves on Earth.

But if he said, ‘Oh, I understand that,’ how his colleagues would react was apparent.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

Fortunately, everyone seemed to be convinced and moved on.

Leon Hart and Kibie nodded.

“Is that so?”

“Well, Han-bin, you’re different from those bastards.”

The female Wyvern and the male Dragon, who had lived in similar prejudice, secretly sided with Aliens.

“It is said that only a few Aliens have that tendency.”

“It’s because people are bound to be prejudiced when they see one or two prominent men.”

There must’ve been some weirdly Elf-obsessed Aliens anyway.

More than 20 years ago, a rare rapist and murderer appeared in Allendia.

He was a pervert who didn’t care about males and females and snubbed only Elves.

He had killed so many Elves that they chased him with the highest bounty ever in the Fairy Kingdom.

“In the end, that Hunters from the Four Prohibited Areas killed the Alien for the reward. Before that, however, he seemed to have accumulated 3 billion XP.”

A new unique item had been created due to the killings he did against the Elven race.

Soul-Jamming Emblem.

“It has the power to obscure the wearer’s level and make it impossible for others to identify it.”

After the Alien died, that unique item disappeared.

People didn’t take it seriously, either.

“At first glance, it seemed like a worthless item. What good would it be to have an unknown level? Except that they couldn’t use anything they have always used.”

But five years later, the Soul-Jamming Emblem reappeared.

In the Church of Yessen, the Goddess of Fire.

“Another female Alien who came across it disguised herself as the incarnation of Yessen and tried to locate the sanctuary.”

“Oh, that’s the story I heard before.”

At first, the Church of Yessen was fooled.

But as time went by, they started feeling suspicious.

“There’s no reason why the incarnation of the Goddess should seek her sanctuary. She should know that herself.”

As loopholes continued to be revealed in her behavior, the Yessen Church eventually found out the truth.

The busted Alien was executed and disappeared from the world, and the Soul-Jamming Emblem was melted entirely, leaving no trace.

“It’s a wicked item that dares impersonate the incarnation of a Goddess. The Church of Yessen couldn’t leave it alone.”

Hence, only seven unique items existed by that time.

“In this way, unique items have certain conditions. It’s not something you can get just by raising your level.”

Trapped in Akhtarun, the Aliens reached high levels, killing only monsters inside the dungeon. No condition could have been met.

Ryu Han-bin, who was listening to the explanation, asked again.

“Still, not every Earthling who falls into Latna is trapped in Akhtarun.”

If so, then it seemed that some of them could have acquired unique items.

“I don’t think 3 billion XP is that hard to fill.”

That was the current case with the Dragon race in Latna.

“How much experience did I gain from killing the ancient white Dragon?”

Han-bin briefly recalled the time he knocked down the ice Dragon Almara.

“I had so much experience I needed to fill that I just ignored it at the time, but…”

He earned about 500 million experience points back then.

“That means I’ll get a unique item if I slay six of them.”

Artis was dumbfounded and replied with a question.

“Hey, do you think it’s easy to kill six ancient Dragons in the first place?”

He was talking nonsense.

That was the Prince of the Middle East looking at a $3 billion apartment and thinking, ‘Is it even that expensive? That’s just like saving 500 million won a day for six days.’

“You think it’s easy because you and the Top Three are playing around the hundreds of billions of experience, but ordinary Aliens are usually regarded as powerful even just by being above level 70!”

Plus, it would take a lifetime to hunt for three billion XP.

In particular, the more intelligent a race was, the fewer experience points it would gain compared to its level.

“Well, it makes a lot of sense if I think about it as ordinary people trying to save 3 billion won.”

Ryu Han-bin scratched his head awkwardly.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly shone.

“Wait! That means if I meet the conditions, I can make a unique item?”

His Guideline was broken, but he also possessed one.

“Of course, I don’t mean to kill Latna’s humans or Elves. But the Dragon’s subraces are a kind of monster. We kill them in guilds from time to time.”

Hunting Hydras, Drakes, etc., that bullied people, or slaying a few more ancient Dragons.

Ryu Han-bin might also be able to get a unique item!

Once again, everyone stared at him.

“Are you going to kill Wyverns?”

… the female Wyvern, pretending to be a human being, stared at him with cute but teary eyes.

“They’re Dragons that are unable to talk, but they’re precious creatures.”

The Goddess who created the Dragon race glanced with cold eyes.

Han-bin immediately apologized.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

Artis was on the brink of crying as well.

“Us Dragons’ lives are precious as well…”

Puck!

“Don’t you do it, you bastard!”

“Hey! Why did you kick me? It’s a joke!”

Leon Hart, who was watching the skit pleasantly, aroused the atmosphere.

“Well, well, Han-bin, you won’t get a unique item anyway.”

“Why? Because the Archmage is in control of the Upper Draconium? I think a lot of ancient Dragons will attack me in the future. It’s not my fault if I kill them while attacking me, is it?”

“That’s not why…”

Leon Hart asked, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t you remember? How much experience did you get after killing Hollien?”

“Ah…”

Han-bin was speechless.

That was right.

When he ‘killed’ the Transcendental, a Nymph, he gained over 33 billion experience points!

He would’ve made eleven unique items just from that fight.

“But you didn’t even get a spoon, did you?”

“No.”

“Then you won’t get a unique item. Why are you still counting on your broken Guideline?”

“… Tsk.”

Disappointed, Ryu Han-bin grumbled.

“That’s fine. They don’t have great functions anyway.”

The Top Three ignored them, saying the items were of little use.

It could be a little helpful, but it wasn’t enough to overturn the board.

‘… It’s a shame, to be honest. I think those would be useful in many ways if I have some.’

But there was nothing he could do if it weren’t possible.

In that case, giving up was good for his mental health.

He realized the wisdom of life gained from his days at the Rocky Mountain.

“Yes! Those grapes are sour!”

“… what’s all the sudden nonsense?”

“It seems that Aesop’s fable hasn’t spread in this world yet.”

With a nutty smile, Ryu Han-bin looked at the leather belt on the table.

The second unique item they owned, the belt for converting the four major powers of Latna.

“Then why did you tell me to take this? It won’t be of much use.”

First of all, it wasn’t efficient for Latnains.

It was something that only Aliens, who used the skill by pressing buttons, could use.

Even so, it was ambiguous for Ryu Han-bin to use the item.

“If I try this, I’ll only get below level 7 magic spells or spiritual arts.”

He was already engaged in a life-or-death battle with the strongest and absolute beings.

What could he do with level 4 or 5 magic?

It was like using one or two slingshots during a fight between the latest fighter jets.

“That’s not why. It’s because of the female Alien named Leslie.”

Leon Hart grabbed the belt and continued.

“I’ve found a way to reactivate the ban of the Transcendental.”

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Once disheartened, Hollien cooperated surprisingly well.

She answered as much as she could and even provided information she wasn’t asked of.

“If you’re going to kill Leslie, there’s a way.”

It was Hollien herself who had banned Leslie.

She could tell the secret of all the relative spiritual arts.

“If you’re a powerful Spiritist comparable to me at the time, you’ll be able to reactivate the ban on her.”

“Yourself at that time?”

Kibie’s eyes glanced.

“What was your level back then?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t measured it since level 110…”

Hollien tried to recollect her thoughts for a moment before replying cautiously.

“I think I was level 140.”

“There’s no way!”

Since the Transcendental had lost her power, the most powerful Spiritist in Latna was Plater Cabain, the guild leader of Guild Saginis, who was level 121.

“The next one is Leon Hart, who’s level 115.”

Both were far from level 140.

“I know that.”

Hollien hurried on.

“But it’s possible in other ways.”

The caster didn’t have to be a Level 140 Spiritist.

“The result would be the same after Leon Hart reactivates the ban, someone with the same level of prana as I did at the time I fired the wave.”

Leslie’s fear would come back then.

Her urge to kill for pleasure would be restricted, and she would be loyal to who launched the Prana wave.

“It’s expedient.”

Kibie frowned at Hollien’s words.

“If their Prana’s level 140, they’re equal to a level 140 Spiritist? What kind of expedient is that?”

For a moment, she wondered if Hollien was trying to make fun of her.

However, Hollien was serious. There was no way she was making a joke.

Indeed, that wasn’t her intention.

“There’s a level 140 Aura user among your ranks.”

Felard Bean, the heir to the Sword King.

On the surface, he was measured at level 6, but Hollien, who had fought against him in person, had a rough idea of his actual level.

“You are strong enough to reactivate the ban.”