The King of the Battlefield - Chapter 116

Chapter 116
Chapter 116: The Devil’s Long Night (3)



TL: Tay

Editor: Lesurous





It was the emergence of new talent .

‘Indeed… . . ’

Honestly, Muyoung didn’t have high hopes .

He firmly believed that apart from the undead he had created, those in his territory were just an assortment of people .

The speed of their growth was slow compared to Muyoung’s and if this continued, he felt certain that they wouldn’t be a big help .

However, he brought many citizens in order to increase his Lord’s skill ranking and to rule over them a bit easier .

‘Anguish’s patron, Gremory, the Demon King of the 27th Legion .

In order to get a glimpse of the two secrets, he needed to do so .

The path for Muyoung to become a Demon King himself!

In order to become a powerful ‘thorn’, he needed to expand his territory .

That was all . As a matter of fact, it wasn’t an exaggeration that Muyoung had no hope in them . However… .

“I am Arand . Lord! I will show you my skills!

“I am Garwon . My Lord . I will surprise you!”

Before fighting, everyone greeted Muyoung .

Their eyes were filled with vigor .

In addition to the 500 dokkaebis and 20 humans, 300 others who had lived as slaves in the Arena volunteered .

A total of about 800 participants that were overflowing with fighting spirit .

Did they enjoy fighting?

However, that didn’t seem right .

Maybe not for the dokkaebis, but the majority of the slaves were weak . They gave their will to the dogs .

However, that image was completely different now .

The will to fight!

Their fighting spirit shone in their eyes .

They were merely hoping that Muyoung would look at them .

‘Do they want compensation or status?’

Surely they had something to gain from fighting .

Since Muyoung had promised, they would be treated well for getting good results .

Expanding his territory, increasing the population… .

In order to deal with them effectively, leaders were needed .

However, that didn’t seem to be the only thing .

‘I suppose if I watch I’ll know . ’

It may have been because of Ogar’s words, but in any case, he wanted to watch them more .

Even though he wasn’t knowledgeable, he was able to understand .

That their lord, Muyoung, didn’t simply put them together .

He wasn’t a good guy and he was far from having a kind or caring personality .

However, there was one thing .

There was one thing that was imprinted in everyone .

His movements swept through everything .

He was like a typhoon .

In addition, there was something unusual about those gathered around him .

Muyoung just moved, but they all naturally followed him .

Why was that?

‘Because he is a leader . ’

That was it . He was gifted with the fate of a great leader .

Great leaders were born with the power to rule .

And he didn’t think this would end at just this simple territory .

Even if he didn’t wish for it, he would soon be crowned as king .

Although the situation ended up this way, it wasn’t easy for other species to live together in harmony .

No one was willing and it was considered taboo .

This was because the lifestyles and behavior of the tribes were not all the same .

However, Muyoung accomplished it .

His overwhelming charisma made it possible .

If he really became king…… They might experience a world that they had never seen before .

His heart raced .

His rule was something that the dokkaebis wished for, and the two thousand arena slaves held no hostility towards his rule .

In this situation which was unseen and unheard of, the humans were in a state of half doubt .

However, they had to fight and prove themselves to survive .

It was a situation where there was no other way but to fight to avoid being swept away in the fierce wave and endure the struggle .

‘My sword is exclusively for the sake of the king . ’

Of course, for Baltan the Territory Guardian, Muyoung was already the king .

And in order to receive the qualification as the King’s Knight, he had to win at any cost .

Haaaa!

Seohan stifled a growing smile .

An ice dokkaebi with an evolved dokkaebi’s form, a duaxini .

Although he managed almost 20,000 dokkaebis, he still participated in this match .

This was because he had to finish things with Baltan .

However, that aside, he couldn’t hold himself back because his body itched to do this .

‘Ah, it’s fun . It’s really fun!’

His mouth itched . If he could, he wanted to laugh out loud .

Muyoung .

Their Oom had gotten so much stronger after going outside for a while .

Seohan the duaxini was able to tell .

Now he couldn’t be a match for him .

‘There’s no way of knowing how much stronger he will get . ’

His steep growth rate was not normal .

But if he was Oom, then, of course, he should be so .

He must lead the goblins by accomplishing what could not be done by anyone and by showing them .



That was why he was Oom and their master .

However, what of the dwarves?

Dwarves were famous for being a stubborn race .

They didn’t really follow others . They didn’t trust or get give their affection easily .

However, he came leading hundreds of them .

The image of Oom in their eyes dared them to think of a hero .

For them to worship and naturally follow him was indeed due to Oom’s presence .

‘Dear Oom, are you trying to become king? I will give my life to help you . ’

If Oom became a king, this territory would become a kingdom .

However, Oom was greedy and trying to put together all the species .

In order to always aid Oom in the front lines, he needed to gather the scattered dokkaebis and show their strength .

“Oom has proved his qualifications . Now it’s our turn!” Seohan cried out .

“A-Oom! A-Hoom! A-Oom! A-Hoom!”

“A-Oom! A-Hoom! A-Oom! A-Hoom!”

The 500 dokkaebis that were participating in the tournament shouted in excitement .

They also knew Seohan’s sincerity . They’d become aware of what he saw and felt .

That they couldn’t lose .

They’d risk their lives for this fight .

It was intense .

No, calling it intense was not enough .

The feeling of meeting a lifelong enemy .

Also, the shape of that fight somehow resembled Muyoung .

“Isn’t this fun? It hasn’t been all that long but already they follow you . ”

Muyoung was silent .

Honestly, he still didn’t understand .

In the end, what they wanted to resemble was Muyoung himself .

There really wasn’t much shown by him . The times when he was absent were more often .

“Spending a lot of time together isn’t everything . All they needed was just a little hope . ”

“Are you saying I gave them hope?”

“Although this place is on the outskirts, strictly speaking, it’s a place where the Demon Gods rule . The dokkaebis and the other species are bound to feel uneasy every day . ”

“The fire tars too?”

The Fire Tars were top predators .

Were they afraid of the demons and devils too?

Ogar nodded affirmatively .

“It will soon become the onset of the Devil’s Long Night . In those days, even the Fire Tars act carefully . If even we are like that, how do you think it would be for the weaker ones?”

“So, you’re saying I’m hope?”

“Exactly . You’re changing daily . Just by looking at what you show, they can be comforted and have hope . ”

“I don’t really understand…”

He was getting stronger, but others saw that and had hope .

In another word, vicarious satisfaction .



Well, Muyoung was growing at an unbelievable pace .

Even when he thought of the past, there was no one who grew like he did .

But to see that and have hope?

Was it not a greater pleasure to cultivate one’s own strength and get what one wanted?

Muyoung couldn’t understand their mentality .

But somehow it was obvious .

The assassin Muyoung, who was created to just follow orders from Wung Chunglin, was never satisfied by just looking at someone .

Even when he just returned, he wanted to strengthen himself and didn’t think of anyone else .

On the other hand, they were following Muyoung’s example .

If their master, Lord Muyoung, got stronger quickly, they hoped that they too would be able to get stronger .

It was only a tiny spark, but in this place, even that spark was hard to find .

Just by Muyoung’s existence, it lit a fire .

Muyoung had no idea what an amazing thing that was .

And this made Ogar smile and think, ‘Now I too will have a hard time with my opponent . ’

The simple feeling of the atmosphere changed .

He didn’t know what had happened in a little over 100 days, but he dared say the difference was like heaven and earth .

If time continued to flow in this way… . .

He could not even imagine .

The unknown was terrifying, but sometimes it inspired motivation .

‘All this while, I’ve been careless with my training . I too should begin moving . ’

Since it had even influenced Ogar, there was nothing more to say .

New talent .

As a matter of fact, there were appearances of those with potential .

Muyoung didn’t pay much attention, but they were the ones that were buried in opposition .

Through this opportunity, they spread their existence .

Arand was one of these .

A young Dark Elf . He was a male that had been defeated in the arena and turned into a slave .

He’d been living in confinement in the arena for a good 5 years .

Of course, he had no will, and in a spirit of defeatism had thought of himself as a slave .

The rank at that place was determined from the time of entry .

In reality, everyone was afraid of the challenges .

They’d been satisfied with the place they were staying in and refused to move to the next level .

How was he different from a pig inside a cage?

‘I’m trash that isn’t even a pig . ’

At that moment, a dokkaebi appeared .

At first, nobody noticed the dokkaebi .

His fights were always intense, yet he never fell .

However, Arand had been watching .

From the beginning to the end .

The actions of the dokkaebi that oddly drew his attention fascinated Arand .

The dokkaebi moved along .

Without hesitation, he had no worries as he challenged .

He gave the impression that he was just doing what he was supposed to .

5th floor, 4th floor, 3rd floor .

The more he advanced, the more his fame rose .

At first, they didn’t know who he was, but as time passed, there was no one that didn’t know the dokkaebi’s name .

Muyoung! Muyoung! Muyoung!

Everyone shouted . They were enthusiastic about the appearance of a dokkaebi fighting .

In other words, he had become a celebrity .

Every time he fought, he gained strength and won .

Arand closely watched him from the beginning .

He was truly an aloof warrior that didn’t suit this hog pen .

Arand cheered .

That night, for the first time in over 5 years, he cheered .

He even shed tears . He didn’t know why .

It was just that the dokkaebi’s victory moved Arand .

Aah! That was it . To Arand, the dokkaebi was an idol .

And now .

That idol was before his eyes .

In a place where it seemed he could touch him if he only reached out .

“It, it can’t be……”

“Seohan?”

“Unbelievable!”

The dokkaebis were astounded .

Seohan . The one responsible for 20,000 dokkaebis had fallen .

The great warrior, the victor of countless battlefields, had fallen to the floor, spewing blood .

Then, Arand recovered two sacks of daggers he freely moved .

Arand had not sustained even one injury .

He had perfectly dominated Seohan .

When he was a slave at the arena, it was something he could not even think of doing .

But as flowers blossomed, Arand changed as he left the arena . He’d gotten stronger .

And he sent Muyoung a provocative look .

“My Lord! If I win, can I ask you one favor?”

Arand was no longer a pig in a pen .

He wasn’t trash .

“What is it?”, Muyoung asked .

And Arand answered .

“Please fight me . ”

Now Arand was a warrior .

A blood-hungry warrior!

At that moment, Muyoung’s lips lifted .

He now understood Ogar’s words .