Main Character Hides His Strength

He said I would be like some rich kid if I came over to this world!”
“A reincarnate…”

It wasn’t something that interested him, but a question had been answered.
He finally knew how someone like Ahram had become a preselected.

‘They used a reincarnate.
I suppose someone like Sungtek might know someone who was capable of becoming a reincarnate.
But even if the world was ending, how could he bring a fucker like this kid here?’

The Captain of the Iron Blood Knights, Sungtek, had three children in Otherworld, however like all of the other children, they had died before reaching the age of ten.
It was probably the Palace’s idea to bring someone like Ahram, who might not even really be his son; because his qualities were so sorely lacking.

Sungchul lifted the stick once more.

“P-please…! Are you doing this because of Yungjong? That wasn’t my fault.
He was the first…”

Ahram crawled away pitifully.

“…”

Sungchul suddenly grabbed some vines from nearby and strung Ahram upside down from his feet.

“I’ll tell you one thing.
This is Otherworld.
It isn’t always the case, but strength rules all here.
It’s just that kind of place.
It would be troublesome if you got excited because you became a little bit stronger.
Why? That’s because there might always be one or two people who are stronger than you.”

“I-I understand… I get what you’re saying.
I’m sorry.
I’m telling you, I’m really sorry!”

“And one more thing.
There is no probation around here.
One mistake and you’re done for.”

The stick rose into the air and struck Ahram’s jaw before he could even utter a scream.

“Beasts will be attracted by the scent of your blood.
Be thankful that the law of the jungle also accepts human garbage like you.”

Sungchul dropped the stick and whispered quietly.

“Welcome to Otherworld.”

As soon as the words left his lips, smaller monsters began to appear within the forest.
They licked their lips at the sight of fresh blood pouring out of Ahram.
He struggled desperately in his final throes, but his fate had already been decided.

“….”

Sungchul quietly headed out of the forest, but before he could get far, a vague apparition appeared before him; leaving him slightly surprised.

‘It’s rare that I miss something.’

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A woman appeared amidst the darkness.
It was a woman covering her face with a hood and holding a familiar staff in her hands.
Once Sungchul silently acknowledged her presence, she removed her hood to reveal her face.
A strange glint flashed across his eyes as he recognized the face.

‘This woman.’

They had already met several times.
They had competed for the bonus monster, and she had stopped Ahram as he was busy rampaging.
This nameless woman spun her spirit wolf staff and opened her mouth.

“I was going to take care of him, but looks like someone got ahead of me.”
“…”

Sungchul silently acknowledged the approaching woman.

“You must be something more than just an average newbie, seeing as you could take care of a werewolf without breaking a sweat.”

Sungchul looked as though he was simply listening to her speak, but he was actually using his heightened abilities to uncover her identity.
There wasn’t anything that stood out for him.
Even the Eye of Truth, one of his Soul Contracts, couldn’t reveal anything special about her.
She was a newbie summoned that appeared to be normal, yet she wasn’t normal.
His previous suspicions were only growing stronger.

‘She must be a reincarnate.’

The woman in question sighed.

“Such a solemn person, maybe you have a bad impression of me.”

“Tell me what you want.”

Sungchul finally broke the silence and spoke.
A brief look of surprise passed over the woman’s face after he did, but lasted only briefly before she continued to speak, her eyes firmly fixed on him.

“I’ll be brief, so as to avoid any misunderstandings.
I saw you kill that perverted bastard and thought you weren’t such a bad person, I also guessed that you might not be an average summoned either.”

Her voice was brief but intelligent.
Her gaze didn’t falter during the conversation, and it sounded fluid as though she was reading from a script.

“You also don’t seem to be average”

“Correct, I won’t tell you anything.
But, I also won’t expect any information from you.”

The mystery woman held out her hand towards him.
It was a woman’s hand that was starting to harden with callouses.

“I am Ahmuge.
You must have seen my name on the Record Stone.”

She was the figure that had dominated first place during the rank matches beyond the preselected.
That figure’s identity was such a slim woman.

“I have reasons why I have to leave the Summoning Palace with a good score, but it will also be difficult for me to get the special rewards by myself.
So I also want another skilled person beside me.
Not some privileged brat, but someone with real ability.”

“Is that why you recruited Jungshik?”

Ahmuge smiled at his pointed question.

“He’s a talented person.
And he also has a good leadership ability.”
“Why did you step in to kill Ahram then? You knew that he’s a werewolf, right? He would have been a strong addition to your combat strength.”

She firmly shook her head.

“That person would only harm the cohesion of the group.
There might be something gained from it, but there would be even more to lose.
If you hadn’t taken care of him, I would have done so.”

Hearing these words, Sungchul smiled.
Their thoughts were in agreement.
Sungchul might have killed Ahram due to his despicable acts, but he had also done so because his presence was proving to be an obstacle.
Sungchul had never strayed from his objective since arriving at the Palace.

“Ok.
I’ll join you, but I have a condition.”

“Don’t pick something too outrageous.”

Ahmuge said with a smile.

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“Don’t worry.
It doesn’t even stand on its own.
Rather than that, I want to know if you know any hidden quests.
Especially ones that raise magic power.”

“Magic power… Ok.
I know of one.”

Ahmuge held out her hand once again and grabbed his.

“What is your name?”

“It’s Sungchul Kim.”

“Sungchul Kim…?!”

Ahmuge’s voice and face changed.

“Is there a problem?”

She looked into his face directly before shaking her head.

“No, nothing in particular.”

“Good, then let’s get out of here.
There will be some guests arriving here soon.”

They stepped out of the forest as the beasts began to feast upon Ahram’s corpse which was hanging upside down on a tree.
Dolorence arrived at the scene only after a considerable amount of time had passed.
After slaughtering the beasts, she stared at Ahram’s mangled face.

“T-this fucking bitch…!”

She began to scream like a crazed banshee while pulling at her hair.
The various creatures within the forest couldn’t approach the fuming aura of a frenzied mage.
Some time passed before she once again coldly considered Ahram’s corpse.
There was one place that had remained a bit intact, it was his face.
Her mind hit upon a spark of brilliance then started hatching a scheme.
That spark eventually took form in a plan that might just be able to rescue her from this disaster.

“I can’t let it end like this.
Not after all I’ve done to get to this position.
After all the groveling I’ve had to endure…”

A chilling smile formed on her lips.

It was an unremarkable morning.
The summoned ate their meals and trained for another day and through the fog, the sun could be seen rising from the horizon.

After his meal, Sungchul returned to the preselected camp to earn his magic power and intuition from his common quests.
However, there was something unusual within the camp.

“Why is that guy like that?”
“Don’t get close… his condition doesn’t look so good.”

Several preselected were either fearful or annoyed while staring at a certain someone from a distance.

Sungchul walked through the crowd to see who the person was.

“….”

Wrinkles formed upon his forehead.

“Uuuhhhh…..”

It was Ahram’s corpse.

“Uuuuhhh…!!”

His corpse, with a hood covering everything except his face, sat while moving from side-to-side like some kind of hobo.

‘They made this brain-dead doll with necromancy.
It must have taken some effort to add in the preserving magic to stop his decay.’

Nothing about it felt right, and such a bad feeling usually had a high likelihood of leading to misfortune.

Krill Regall urgently sent a letter with the following message.

[Dolorence Winterer has finally lost it! She’s going to kill everyone in Blanche Plaza!]