Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 277

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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
Hunting Fenrir (4)
Fenrir is the most popular legendary monster.
Even on the Asgan Continent, the Korea Server, fragments of Fenrir existed, and they spread across the world.
Because of this, everyone knew what made Fenrir terrifying.
It was an impenetrable defense and an enormous HP pool.
Only those of comparable strength could kill the Strong Ones.
Knowing this, and because Hyeon-su had successfully landed an attack, the world recognized him as one of those formidable powers—yet they still denied it.
Even the tens of thousands witnessing this on the battlefield denied it.
But now, where Hyeon-su stood.
Looking at where he positioned himself, I understood.
The mouth.
Whether human or beast.
Every living creature possesses a part that can never be hardened.
The eyes were the prime example, yet eye attacks were rarely permitted in practice.
Humans possessed reflexive instincts that would involuntarily close their eyes the moment something threatened to strike them.
Moreover, even if the eyes were attacked, one would only lose sight—not suffer catastrophic damage.
But the mouth interior?
That was different.
The mouth could never be trained, never be hardened.
Soft, rosy flesh.
The most vulnerable part of any monster.
What if such an attack were driven into the throat itself?
It was unimaginable.
Especially if that damage came from the newly awakened Sword King’s power—words could not suffice.
[Sword Rampage]
Originally, my Sword’s Cry produced a stunning status ailment alongside approximately forty blades that would shred all enemies within its radius, with additional damage capped at merely 200%.
But Sword Rampage was different.
[Sixty blades tear apart all targets recognized as enemies with 410% additional attack power.]
Moreover, both Sword’s Cry and Sword Rampage shared one critical weakness.
The blades extended indiscriminately in all directions.
Because of this, when attacking a single target, more than half the blades struck the wrong places.
But now, with Hyeon-su inside the mouth aiming for the throat, it was different.
All sixty blades could be driven directly into the creature’s throat.
Kuhooooooooo—
If Sword’s Cry had dominated with a piercing “Kiiiing” sound like scraping metal, then Sword Rampage erupted with crimson energy blazing forth from the blade.
Everyone held their breath as the crimson aura burst through the gaping maw.
And Hyeon-su.
Kwaaaaack—
With all my strength, I felt the Twin Dragon Sword grip in my hands.
The sheer magnitude of this power was such that even I risked being crushed beneath its weight.
At last, I stood upon Fenrir’s tongue.
I unleashed the full force of my strength.
Screeeeeeeech—!
With a tremendous sound of air splitting, a single blade struck directly into the throat of Fenrir, the beast known as Mount Tai.
Crash—
[You have dealt 121,016 damage.]
Ares was a game based on reality.
When an attack struck a vital point, naturally far greater damage was inflicted.
Starting with one blade, sixty blades embedded themselves within its throat.
Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash, crash—!
The blades did not merely dance wildly within its throat.
True to the concept of ‘radius,’ the beast’s massive body outside its mouth was also being sliced, creating a devastating effect.
[You have dealt 131,301 damage.]
[You have dealt 111,094 damage.]
[You have dealt 100,001 damage.]
[You have dealt 141,051 damage.]
[You have dealt 131,001…]
[You have dealt 111,001…]
[You have dealt 149,413…]
[You have dealt 93,077…]
[You have dealt 113,008…]
[You have dealt 154,018…]
The damage pouring forth from Fenrir.
So overwhelming that it flashed past faster than the eye could follow.
And Fenrir, having accepted dozens of blades within its throat.
“Yelp, yelp! Yelp, yelp, yelp…!”
Unable to endure the extreme agony, it began to emit nothing but pitiful whimpers.
Before the eyes of all.
Fenrir, which had stood firmly at eleven meters tall.
Screeeech—
As Fenrir’s strength drained away, it slowly tilted, and its colossal body collapsed.
Boom—
Dust billowed upward, and through the haze emerged the figure of Hyeon-su, clad in a brown coat, breathing heavily.
In stark contrast, the shattered remains of Fenrir with its ruined mouth crashed down, shocking the entire world.
And everyone focused on one thing.
Just how much damage had the ultimate skill crammed into its mouth dealt to Fenrir, the legendary monster with the highest total HP?
[Fenrir’s HP has dropped below 7%.]
As the damage was revealed, all were astounded.
Forty percent of its HP in a single strike.
Even demons of considerable power would concede to Fenrir’s bloodline, yet this was the damage he had sustained from merely a single attack.
And Pic, the commander of the Blood Ghost Squad who had been frozen in shock.
He denied it, and he feared it.
‘If Fenrir dies, His Majesty Bolond will learn of it and slaughter every last member of the Blood Ghost Squad.’
Fenrir’s value was immense to that degree. This had to be prevented at all costs.
“All units, protect Fenrir and retreat with him immediately!”
A shocking command descended.
The Daphalion Empire.
A place at least thirteen times larger than the Goyad Kingdom.
Moreover, experts had stated that fifty thousand Blood Ghost Squad soldiers were equivalent to five hundred thousand ordinary troops.
Such a formidable army issued a retreat order in the face of a single Master Craftsman’s might.
And Commander Pic.
Whoooosh—!
“….”
He tilted his head at the blade that pierced him from behind.
He had not even sensed the sound.
What was more shocking was what came next.
“Your master is quite capable. I never imagined such a method existed. This should be sufficient.”
Sufficient for what?
“To become the new king.”
“…!?”
Only then did Pic understand.
Today, the one who had annihilated the Blood Ghost Squad and brought Fenrir to this state.
He was the king who would lead the new Goyad.
Of course, Pic would never witness him becoming king.
Splurt—!
He met death at the hands of Lucifer.
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I felt it.
The denial of countless people had all vanished in this single moment.
In that instant, I felt the Blood Ghost Squad rushing forward desperately to protect Fenrir.
And Fenrir, who had suddenly regained his senses.
Though his entire body was tattered and ravaged, he felt hope.
Remaining HP: 7%.
Yet even with this 7%, Fenrir understood his own value.
Even this level was beyond what the one called the Sword Master of Goyad could dare to diminish.
Moreover, the man before him had expended considerable strength.
‘I must escape.’
The Goyad Army witnessed an unbelievable sight unfold before their eyes.
Fenrir, who had conquered two fortresses and now threatened the Capital itself, was attempting to flee.
Kuuuuuuung—
The beast was desperately trying to escape with its tail between its legs.
This sight sent shivers through the Goyad Army, yet it awakened another emotion within them.
‘It cannot escape!’
‘It will return!’
Hyeon-su shared this sentiment.
But could he truly recapture the fleeing Fenrir?
As doubt filled everyone’s minds.
Chain. Two characters were etched into the Twin Dragon Sword.
This chain technique accelerated casting speed and unleashed greater power by linking forces together.
The most notable example was Gathering.
This Gathering was the maximized version of Pull.
Yet my mind spun rapidly.
Even if I pulled once, the beast’s escape would not change.
I carved a new ‘concept’ into my consciousness and maximized Pull.
[Pull]
Skreeeeeeeee—!
Fenrir, who had fled far away, was dragged back.
Up to this point, nothing had changed.
Craaaaaaash—
The beast took the hit and staggered backward through the air.
Yet the transformed Pull contained a different power.
[Pull]
[For 4 seconds, the struck enemy is pulled infinitely.]
After being struck, Fenrir attempted to flee once more, but was pulled again.
Skreeeeeee—
Craaaash—
And when the beast tried to escape skyward.
Skreeeeeeeee—
It was pulled once more.
First time.
Second time.
Third time.
Fifth time.
Eighth time.
Endlessly pulled and struck.
Master Craftsman Hyeon-su shone ever brighter, while the legendary monster Fenrir suffered humiliation.
One desperate to flee, the other absolutely preventing its escape.
“Crack, crackle!”
[Fenrir’s HP drops below 1%.]
At last, Fenrir—with nowhere left to flee—lets out a scream before me.
The cry of a colossal wolf that has lived for over a century.
Only one final victorious strike remains.
[One Stroke, Two Halves]
The pinnacle of combination techniques.
As I draw my Sword back, that final slash trembles with anticipation.
And in that moment.
“This place is….”
Watching my lips part, a woman trembles.
It was Nel.
‘Too fast.’
The achievement I have just established, and those who witnessed it.
All of it bears witness.
I am becoming a hero, establishing an unparalleled Achievement in Goyad.
And the moment I began with “This place is…,” Nel thought.
‘It is swift, but there is no helping it—now is the opportune moment.’
What he wishes to say.
Nel perceived it thus.
‘This place is my land, the nation I shall rule.’
Of course, the exact words might differ slightly, but she had no doubt the meaning would be similar.
Nel marveled.
The moment I speak these words, it will drive home that a new king is being born in Goyad.
‘Speak. Say it now, and announce the dawn of a new king’s era.’
She waited in anticipation.
Elsewhere.
At the words about to spill from his parting lips, a nation’s king smiled bitterly.
‘…Has he already come this far?’
Barad too sensed what he was about to say.
And what kind of upheaval would occur the moment he spoke it.
If he made a statement that further solidified his position.
‘…I shall walk the path of retreat under pressure.’
Barad would not surrender the throne willingly, but be stripped of it instead.
My heart aches and throbs.
It was not the outcome I desired, yet it was the result my only friend Hyeon-su had created.
“….”
The king forces a smile.
It carried half of his true feelings. Because he was my only friend.
And because he was the heir to Swordsmanship that only the bloodline of the Family could possess.
‘Ban-ah, the time has come for this father to step back.’
Though my heart ached genuinely, I blessed him with equal sincerity and turned away.
Yet the words that followed shook the king’s eyes.
Words that defied both his and Nel’s expectations flowed from Hyeon-su’s lips.
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Hyeon-su understood well.
‘This opportunity would never come again.’
Though it was hasty, if it could be done, it should be done.
Yet I knew.
My dear friend Barad, who had given me so much, guided me, and cared for me, would be cast onto the path of exile.
That was unbearable.
Thus, Hyeon-su solidified his own position in his own way, and furthermore, protected even the king’s standing.
His lips parted.
“This place is….”
Everyone’s attention fixed solely upon Hyeon-su’s words.
“My sovereign, my people, my soldiers….”
He did not refer only to himself.
He was applying it comprehensively to all.
And at the end.
“Our nation.”
Hyeon-su, who did not refer only to himself.
Rather, the resonance was far greater.
….
The three marquises were moved to tears.
From a position where he could have elevated only himself, he declared this place to be ‘our nation.’
Sword Master Lysen let out an involuntary cry of acclaim.
He spoke of how we fought together, and in doing so, he mentioned Barad and called it his nation.
Moreover, by calling it ‘my,’ he signaled his firm standing as the king’s heir, and by saying ‘our land,’ he made clear his respect for all.
And with that.
Screeeeeech—
Fenrir oxidized into ash.
Barad, the people, the soldiers. Hyeon-su spoke of all who had fought this day.
Because of this, the people and soldiers instead burned with greater fervor to praise Hyeon-su.
Moreover, the king too secured his position.
The moment Fenrir completely dispersed.
Hyeon-su, who had referred to ‘us,’ suggested in his own way that he was walking the path of kingship.
[The masses erupt in jubilation!]
Amidst the cheers of all, contrasting with the retreating enemy forces, there he stood.
Everyone in this place felt it.
That Hyeon-su was building a new kingdom in his own way.
And that the nation he was creating was ‘ours’—a kingdom for all of us.

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