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The woman groaned, unable to open her mouth to speak.
One could easily find the traces of fierce resistance and violence on her armor.  And there was a certain someone who ran out rapidly the moment he saw them.

 

“SooJung! You sons of bitches! What the hell did you do to her!”

 

Thick blood vessels emerged on his face with furious expression, and it was as if blood was about to flow from his vessels.

 

However, his dash of fury was easily stopped by a punch SukSa threw out.

 

“Cough!”

 

Nam InSu was sent flying behind me and fell to the ground with a huge thud.
Some people in the crowd started to take a few steps back after watching the ranker covered in magic items just send a person flying back a few meters with a simple light jab.

 

“I’m tellin’ ya, this bitch shot an arrow at a Fiddleturtle’s shell! This brings down the product value by~ a~ lot~! This means that we will be paid less no matter how hard~ we~ work~!”

 

A member of the guild who was pressing on the shoulder of a player named SooJung gave a fishy smile and spat out a sly voice.

 

“SooJung was only doing her quest that told her to bring a Fiddleturtle shell!”

 

Nam InSu got back on his feet from the ground like a spring and screamed back at him with blood boiling out his nose.

 

“Wow, are you deaf or something, or is that your class? A deaf? I told you multiple times that this is our business workplace.”

 

“Anyways~ If you continue to interfere with our business, I’m going to fully utilize our guild and connections to investigate your occupations and stuff.
So, if you have a problem with us then either fight us or get the hell out of my sight~ Aight?”

 

The Number One guild members started to push their attitude towards us with SukSa in their back.

 

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“Ah, and you, yeah you little bastard, you stay.
We’re gonna have to make you pay for the price of beating my boys up.”

 

One of the guild members approached me.

 

“Huh, look at you starin’ at me.
You little shithead.
It doesn’t matter how strong you are.
If you cross us then our brothers are going to crush you like a worthless little fly.
You got th-!”

 

Slap!

 

I slapped the man blabbering in front of my face without giving him any time to react.
Even before he could finish his words.

 

The guild member who got slapped by me spinned around in the air and crashed to the ground.

 

The man on the ground was shaking with bubbles in his mouth.

 

Looking at him having a seizure had made me remember a scene as if it flashed through my brain.
Right, I also had a seizure like him once.

 

The situation was like this.

 

My master said this as he stabbed me in various spots of my body with a sword with flashing blades, saying that this is part of the training.

 

[Alright, I’m going to stab you in various spots here and there.
Then remember the places that hurt the fucking most and engrave it into your brain.
Don’t worry.
I’ll make sure to stab you lightly so you won’t die.
I’m doing this so you could stab the places that will hurt the fucking hardest when you meet an adventurer as your opponent.]

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And suddenly, as soon as I remembered that incident, goosebumps erupted and cold sweats started breaking out all over my body.

 

Because I remembered the eyes gleaming in my master’s unfocused eyes.

 

That abnormal and inhumane training.
The training, which was so harsh that I was envious of an animal that only had to work hard, flashed by pounding the back of my neck.

 

For most players, death in only means a penalty that makes them ‘unable to log in for 7 days’, nothing more and nothing less.

 

However,

 

Yes, it is exactly as my master told me.

 

The only way to actually kill off an adventurer In the world of Circuit is just as what my master once said.

 

It is to plant one bitch of a trauma onto that person.

 

After finishing my thoughts, I started to quietly walk towards them as I opened my mouth with chills.

 

“Call the guards if you want.
Ah, and I would prefer you call those brothers of yours.
Because I plan to destroy that so-called workplace of yours right now.”

 

I glared at them fiercely, spitting dialogue from my mouth that I could not even dream of in reality.

 

I’m going to show them how that idiot called Mose has changed mercilessly after suffering through the three months.

 

“Kill that bastard! Hey, call all our boys, and our brothers!”

As a result, the guild members behind them began to move in a hurry, and those in the front stood in a diffident manner.

 

“What the hell are you doing! I will beat the shit out of him so run at him! Hold him down!”

 

The guild members jumped at me like springs at SukSa’s shout.

 

I opened my mouth to whisper after having a complete grasp on their movement with one single movement of my eyes,

 

“Sharma.”

 

As the timing was tied precisely to my right hand, becoming completely mine, I was already in a stance to swing my blade.

 

I had to grab on to my blade for quite a long amount of time because they were much slower than I would have preferred.

 

And finally, the moment of the guild members swinging their weapons at me have finally arrived.

 

‘The blade always points in a straight line.
A true Sworder is someone who can deceive that  straight line of the blade into a curved line.’

 

This is my master’s saying which I learned through my body as I was rolled left and right a thousand times like a meatball during the training.

 

And the Sharma, a unique class equipment in my hand, began to move smoothly by the subtle movements of my wrist, presented by my stats that transcended my level.

 

And with precision,

 

One slash in between the rib cage of one,

 

And another in the back right rear of the next one’s flank,

 

And the last slash in the armpit of the last man standing.

 

It probably didn’t even take 2 seconds for my blade to slice their bodies.

 

“Aaaaaah!”

 

“It…It fucking hurts!”

 

“Gaaah!”

 

Soon they screamed and rolled their entire bodies on the floor, as they were having seizures, revealing the whites of their eyes.
They started shaking on the ground, unable to continue their scream in pain.

 

If someone asked them who they would like to see the most right now, they’d say they want to see a healer, not their parents.

 

I was tired of waiting for the rest of the guildmates who were scared after witnessing the scene.
So I decided to dash at them before they did.

 

The jump with the elasticity of a mountain sheep from the 50 speed stats and the kangaroo-like leg strength bursting from the 40 strength stat made me look like an eagle soaring into the sky, shooting down at prey.

 

Splash!!

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Upon landing after eliminating five of his guildmates, I stared at SukSa who was the only one left standing.

 

“ Hey! Wait! Let’s talk this ou—”

 

I approached him as he was dismayed and stabbed him in all of his vital spots in his body in the blink of an eye.

 

Stab! Schunk! Shluk! Splash!

 

“Kurgh!”

 

Suksa fell to the ground rolling after taking a deep breath.
Then he cautiously got up from the ground and looked at me with an astonished expression, then quickly changed his complexion.

 

“You thought, bitch? Do you have any clue what this is? This is a chain vest made out of Telnoir metal!”

 

As he was blabbering, I had already reached his bottom from where I was.

 

Telnoir metal, it’s one of the things I have learned from my master.

 

It was a metal that instantly gets its particles clumped together and deforms its shape when a very strong impact is applied to it.

 

The reason that the chain vest, which is known to be inherently vulnerable to stab, was able to block the stab from my unique class item, Sharma, was because this place was a virtual reality game, a fantasy world.

 

It is because common sense doesn’t always work in this place.

 

A chain vest made of Telnoir metal is a concept of an armor that did not exist in real life.

 

It was to block the only weakness of chain armor by using the nature of a specific mineral that only existed in this world of .

 

To transcend beyond common sense, and to overcome weaknesses.
It was one of those things that happened very often and very naturally.

 

So this time, I just swung my sword as hard as I could.

 

Crash!

 

As the sword smote SukSa’s stomach his back bent upwards like a camel cricket and floated into the air.

 

As I put the floating man behind and walked towards the bastard who was holding a player named SooJung down as I retracted Sharma.

 

By the time I got close to them.

 

Thud!

 

A horrific sound echoed behind my back as Suksa’s body collided with the ground.

 

I wouldn’t even need to see his HP bar to check his remaining HP.

 

The shoulder of the man pressing down SooJung’s shoulder was also shaking.
I opened my mouth as I lowered my voice as low as possible.

 

“Get the hell out of my sight.”

 

With that one sentence, they ran off for their lives without looking back even once.

 

Players who were watching the scene became quiet as if they were muted.
Some players who still couldn’t get a grasp of the situation were tilting their heads in question.

 

After a little bit, cheers and chantings suddenly erupted from them.
Applause and shouts poured out at me.

 

In the meantime, Nam InSu dragged his limping legs as he rushed at me in a hurry.

 

He was weeping, not even thinking of wiping the blood flowing from his nose, he took my hand as he bowed his head multiple times.

 

Then he sprinted towards his girlfriend right away.

 

The chanting continued even as I awkwardly passed between the players who looked at me almost in awe.

 

And just as I was leaving the Bellinco hunting grounds, I heard Nam InSu shout loudly from behind.

 

“Thank you so much! I will never forget what you have done for me!”

 

I could feel my heart warm up as I heard his words.
Having the power to do such things so casually presented me with unbearable pleasure.

 

Among the players I passed, a heated discussion began to follow over the distinctive pattern of my armor and the helmet that covered the face.

 

I hurriedly set out to finish the real mission assigned to me, leaving the words about me behind.