Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 276

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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
Hunting Fenrir (3)
[Legendary Monster Fenrir Lv.493]
This was Fenrir’s level, visible to everyone except NPCs.
While NPCs couldn’t directly confirm levels, they could sense it from the creature’s aura alone.
The fact that Fenrir was insanely powerful.
Further proof lay in how Knights reaching level 430s hadn’t even managed to scratch its body.
And yet, now.
“Kreeeegh…!”
As Fenrir lay embedded in the ground, convulsing sporadically, and Hyeon-su descended lightly with his coat fluttering, silence swept across the battlefield.
Three marquises.
They were those who still harbored doubts about whether Hyeon-su could become king.
Though Hyeon-su’s created opportunity had allowed the Goyad Army to escape crisis.
Yet this Goyad was a somewhat special nation.
The small nation of Goyad.
The Asgan Continent itself was already considered small.
Thus, when accounting for all the continents of the world, Goyad was counted as an even smaller nation.
But no one dared to dismiss Goyad.
‘Because Sword King Barad exists.’
Therefore, his descendant naturally had to be strong.
But becoming strong ultimately requires time as its foundation.
Yet now, Hyeon-su had knocked down Fenrir in a single strike.
And like those who marveled at it.
‘…Just how much stronger have you become?’
This was something Nel too found unbelievable.
Across the battlefield.
Members of Hyeon’s Forge Guild were present.
‘Guild Master Hyeon-su, isn’t this completely broken?’
Dragon Knight Risel marveled.
‘…I need to keep improving as well.’
Including Tank Bark.
‘My arrows couldn’t even deal tremendous damage to Fenrir.’
Ian and countless others scattered across the field gazed upon Guild Master Hyeon-su in amazement.
Yet that amazement and silence did not last long.
Fenrir’s existing HP had reached approximately 59%.
It had already sustained considerable damage during its battle with Barad.
Its current HP amount.
[Fenrir’s HP drops below 58%.]
Fenrir had certainly received an enormous impact just now.
Yet the HP that had decreased was merely 1%.
Hyeon-su had grown stronger, certainly, but the monster Fenrir itself was demonstrating just how formidable a being it truly was.
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[Critical Hit triggered.]
[You dealt 44,310 damage.]
Zzzt, zzzt—
Both of my arms tingled as I brought the Twin Dragon Sword down upon Fenrir.
It felt as though I had struck a massive steel beam rather than a monster.
Even with the Critical Hit and the acceleration from the falling momentum maximizing the damage, Fenrir’s HP had only dropped by a mere 1%.
This proved one thing.
Fenrir was not merely a monster with exceptional defense—it possessed an equally staggering pool of total HP.
Moreover, befitting its colossal frame, it likely possessed an attack power I had never experienced before.
‘My blood is boiling.’
My chest burned as I watched Fenrir slowly rise to its feet.
I had once defeated Legion Commander Robbs.
But the reason I had been able to defeat Robbs back then was because the Zenith state had activated.
If one were to ask who was stronger between the two, Fenrir held a far superior position.
Legion Commander Robbs was high-leveled, perhaps, but ultimately he was merely a Tamer.
Moreover, I knew this.
—Demon Descent. Breaking news that spread across the world—currently, most viewers are flocking to watch the Fall of Goyad.
—Right now, they are focused on Hyeon-su, who has pinned Fenrir to the ground!
The masses who had denied me, mocked me, and believed so much was impossible.
‘What could Hyeon-su, who has been hiding for two months, possibly accomplish?’
Those who had diminished my value with such words would today witness the transformation I had undergone during those two months of seclusion.
Fenrir rose to its feet.
A creature whose eyes were as large as I was released its aura.
“Grrrrr….”
“Kugh….”
“Krgh….”
“Ugh….”
Groans rippled across the battlefield from merely facing the enraged Fenrir.
And Fenrir itself knew well the epithet bestowed upon it.
“I am called Mount Tai.”
Mount Tai.
A colossal, unshakeable mountain that had never crumbled.
There was none who could deny it.
With Fenrir now fully risen, its height reached 11 meters.
It rivaled the height of the Castle Wall, while I was merely one-sixth its size.
“AUUUUUUUU!”
It activates.
The Fenrir’s howl—the power that had shattered the Goyad Army’s morale and instilled them with tremendous fear.
However.
[Master Craftsman’s Pride]
[Resists any status abnormality regardless of circumstance.]
“Today, Mount Tai shall crumble.”
“…!?”
Fenrir was astonished.
Not only had it resisted effortlessly, but an aura emanating from a human merely one-sixth its size was now threatening to consume it entirely.
Fenrir attempted to move first before being swallowed.
However, Hyeon-su was faster by a step.
An 11-meter frame.
The colossal beast found itself suddenly pulled before him as he ascended.
[Pull]
Drawing Fenrir in with a single motion, Hyeon-su swings his Twin Dragon Sword with a firm grip, striking the creature down.
Claaaaaang—!
Kuuung—
Fenrir staggers backward from the impact.
And Hyeon-su.
‘Huuuh….’
Exhales smoothly and moves with explosive speed.
Boom, crack-crack, crack-boom, boom—!
Landing swiftly on the ground, he assails Fenrir from all directions with blinding velocity.
“Guh…!”
Each strike engulfs the colossal beast in tremendous impact—a sensation reminiscent of facing Sword King Barad himself.
That massive blade alone—each direct hit causes his body to stagger.
However.
Kwaaaaaaang—!
Fenrir’s mere thrust from the ground delivers an absurd notification with a Power Strike.
[HP drops below 75%.]
“Cough…!”
Blood spills from Hyeon-su’s lips.
Regaining his footing as he was about to be sent flying, he encounters Fenrir charging forward to launch him skyward once more.
In that instant, a small phantom walks before the towering mountain.
“Ghost Step.”
Whoooosh—!
Hyeon-su vanishes like light, striking Fenrir’s flank with devastating force in an instant.
Kuuung—
Descending from above, he crashes down upon the creature.
From all directions.
Fenrir cannot keep up with Hyeon-su’s twenty-seven consecutive strikes.
Whoooooosh—
Ten thousand common folk and soldiers. Ten thousand who yearned for Fenrir’s death watched the torrents of blood erupting from his body and prayed.
Please, let Fenrir fall.
Yet at the conclusion of those twenty-seven phantom steps.
[Fenrir’s HP has dropped below 45%.]
Despair settles into every eye.
Hyeon-su had struck Fenrir, weaving various skills together with precision.
Despite this, the HP I had shaved away amounted to merely thirteen percent.
It was clear evidence of just how astronomical Fenrir’s total HP pool truly was.
Furthermore.
-It appears the User Hyeon-su has indeed grown stronger.
-That miraculous damage output. If one were caught in that barrage, even the highest-ranked players would struggle to maintain their composure.
-But that alone won’t be enough to defeat Fenrir.
The commentators’ assessment resonated with viewers across the entire world.
In that moment.
Screeeeeech—!
Fenrir’s maw yawned open.
A prelude to an ultimate skill?
No.
Fenrir is a Named Monster, a being that wields special magic.
With this very power, he had once inflicted grave wounds upon Sword King Barad.
[Fenrir’s Fangs.]
[Even legends cannot resist.]
[An immense pulling force drags you toward Fenrir’s maw.]
The sight resembles the ‘Retrieve’ skill, where a weapon winds itself around one’s palm.
Hyeon-su, clad in his coat, is yanked forward by an irresistible force in an instant.
“Gah!”
When I regained my senses, I found myself inside Fenrir’s cavernous maw—large enough to swallow me whole.
Moreover, Fenrir’s fangs possess a power that strikes with one hundred percent accuracy, coupled with the force of an instant-death attack.
My HP, which had been close to seventy-five percent.
The moment Fenrir clenches his jaws, I am crushed.
Craaaaaash—!
[Your HP has dropped below 12%.]
“Ugh!”
Sixty percent of my HP is obliterated in a single instant.
Hanging limply inside the beast’s gullet, I feel the vibrations of laughter rising from within its belly.
“You thought you could kill me with this? How amusing.”
Fenrir has encountered many such opponents throughout his existence.
Among them, some had posed genuine threats.
Yet all of it was swallowed whole by a single ultimate skill: Fenrir’s Fangs.
Crrraaaaaash—
Once more, Fenrir’s maw yawned open.
—It’s over.
—After compiling and calculating professional data, even if User Hyeon-su unleashes every remaining attack skill, Fenrir’s HP will only drop below 20%.
—Even if, miraculously, he manages to pour everything out in this final moment before forced Logout.
This assessment was shared by viewers across the entire world.
And those watching Hyeon-su in front of their televisions and computers agreed as well.
Musashi of Japan.
“Kahahaha, even pouring everything out won’t catch him. For someone like that to make such a claim.”
Cassandra of Russia.
“He’s grown stronger, certainly, but he’s no real threat.”
Mio of Vietnam.
“Is that all? The first legend dies far too easily?”
And Pond of China.
“It’s certain—even if he miraculously succeeds with every skill, he can’t win.”
Yet elsewhere.
Two men saw differently.
No—two men possessed eyes that transcended the vision of commentators and high-rankers alike.
They were Bahala and Kabel.
Both shook their heads.
‘Are they not sensing it?’
The world remained ignorant of what these two had perceived.
The first thing.
‘Hyeon-su has acquired far greater power now.’
Power far exceeding what he possessed before parting with Bahala and Kabel.
[Master Craftsman Hyeon-su Lv.403]
Before their separation, Hyeon-su had been level 399—now he had surpassed level 400.
Upon reaching level 400, Users receive additional rewards as a benefit.
Though the amount was meager, even such power manifested formidable strength.
Yet even Kabel and Bahala harbored doubt.
‘Whatever power he’s unlocked, there’s no way he can kill it now, even moments before being swallowed… wait?’
Then a chill ran down the spines of both Kabel and Bahala.
What they had perceived half a beat too late.
Hyeon-su was already seeing it.
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Fenrir’s gaping maw snapped shut with tremendous force, upper and lower jaws clamping together.
Then Fenrir froze in bewilderment.
‘…What is this?’
My jaw wouldn’t move.
Hyeon-su’s voice, which had grown hoarse, pierced through Fenrir’s ears.
“Bow before me.”
Kuuuuuuung—!!
An irresistible force of absolute dominion crashed down upon Fenrir.
And Fenrir felt it.
As if someone had seized both its upper and lower jaws and was wrenching them apart.
Craaack, craaaagh—!
Its maw was forced open to its absolute limit, and within it stood Hyeon-su, drenched in blood and saliva, his eyes fierce as he drew the Twin Dragon Sword back for the strike.
“…How else would I subdue you through conventional means?”
“…?”
Now, Fenrir was being dominated.
Yet unlike with Hydra, it was not driving its own head into the ground.
It was merely being brainwashed into opening its own mouth wide.
And Fenrir pondered those words.
What did unconventional methods mean?
And Fenrir acknowledged it.
At Hyeon-su’s declaration to bring it down, Fenrir had grown more excited than usual.
It could not help but do so.
If a kindergartener earnestly told an adult, “I can easily beat you, mister,” any adult would be bewildered and flabbergasted.
It was precisely like that.
Yet the emotion felt in that very way had created something.
Hyeon-su laughed.
He who had swept away eight hundred of the Blood Ghost Squad and leveled up several times.
[You have achieved Level 400.]
[A new skill has been unlocked.]
Ding!
[You are the successor to the Sword King’s Swordsmanship.]
[Your growth has been extraordinary.]
[In the process of reaching Level 400, Sword King Barad has issued a royal decree designating you as his successor.]
[A path no one else could walk.]
[Through this, you awaken the power transmitted only to the bloodline of the Bastis Family.]
[Legendary Skill acquired: Sword Rampage.]
Sword Rampage.
A superior version of the Sword King Barad’s Sword Cry.
Hyeon-su felt it.
The one who had been most enraged, most tormented, and most sorrowful in this place must have been my dear friend Barad.
The nation he had devoted his entire life to protecting was crumbling in an instant before the invaders.
And that Barad was also my cherished friend.
Looking back, Hyeon-su had always given to me without asking for anything in return.
This sword’s rampage is no exception.
Today, I repay that debt of gratitude.
“Sword Rampage.”
ROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRR—!
A colossal power that only the direct bloodline of the Bastis Family could master erupts from a single blade.
The destination of that rampaging force.
“I’ll shove it down your throat.”
It was aimed at Fenrir’s mouth, and the beast’s eyes widen as it realizes this fact.
Fenrir and viewers across the entire world feel it.
Today, the great mountain crumbles.

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