Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 300

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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
The Great Atlas Tournament (Part 2) (1)
Korean Hospital, First Floor Lobby.
Hyeon-su’s attending physician Jin-seop and other hospital staff who knew him could not tear their eyes from the large television screen.
-It’s finally here!
-Atlas, which has been the subject of much discussion for months, reveals its true form.
-Approximately 800 of the world’s strongest warriors open the gates of Atlas wide!
Ji-hye, a nurse from the internal medicine department who had harbored feelings for Hyeon-su, had now become a fan and cheered him on.
Ji-hye squeezed her eyes shut as she watched the gates open.
She too was a User playing Ares.
Moreover, more than half of those present knew Ares well.
It was known that the User with the largest military force in the world currently possessed fewer than 5,000 troops.
Even the largest guilds struggled to exceed 5,000 when combining Users and NPCs.
‘I can’t bear to watch….’
Ji-hye had investigated many things after the Great Atlas Tournament began.
Hyeon-su had not appeared in public for four months.
The Fall of Goyad.
While it was true that he appeared then and killed Fenrir, experts claimed that User Hyeon-su did not receive military reinforcements as compensation.
‘It must have been an unavoidable choice.’
In Ji-hye’s view, it was the last bastion to protect what was precious to Hyeon-su.
According to the experts.
‘User Hyeon-su’s Atlas will be devastated. There is no record of Goyad’s soldiers withdrawing, and it appears the Fraham Kingdom provided no support.’
‘Since he manages a small territory alone in isolation, the soldiers’ capabilities are expected to be significantly inferior.’
‘Everyone, what are you expecting? User Hyeon-su is a Blacksmith, not a Lord-class User. Do not expect too much from a single User.’
This was something even Ji-hye agreed with.
-Screeeech
Just as she closed her eyes and turned her head sharply away.
“Wooooow….”
Exclamations erupted from the crowd.
“This can’t be real… How in just four months.”
The voice came from right beside Ji-hye. It was Jin-seop, Hyeon-su’s attending physician.
Ji-hye’s eyes flew open in shock.
-C-cameras can’t capture it all!
An army of 20,000 strong.
Elite warriors clad in armor forged from black metal stood throughout the territory.
Thousands of them stood directly before the open gates.
Others rose from where they had been crouched atop the castle walls.
Still others rose to their feet, surrounding their comrades within a great circle.
What was most striking, however, was the emblem inscribed upon their bodies.
Mjolnir, evoking the Thunder God Thor, crossed with Korea’s Royal Sword—the symbol of Hyeon’s dominion.
Soon, Ji-hye’s gaze shifted.
She looked past the twenty thousand soldiers to find where Hyeon-su stood.
Meanwhile.
Roun, the Guild Master of Black Anvil’s Blacksmith Shop, remembered.
‘Would you consider coming if I offered you the position of Vice Guild Master?’
This was what Roun had once asked Hyeon.
At that time, Black Anvil held the number one ranking among Korean Blacksmith Shops.
He had asked whether Hyeon would consider recommending him if Hyeon’s Blacksmith Shop surpassed it.
Yes, Roun had seen something in Hyeon-su that others could not.
But after this incident, discord began to arise within the guild due to Roun’s refusal to oppose Hyeon.
‘The Guild Master has lost his mind.’
‘Join under Hyeon?’
‘If you want to join, why don’t you go first, Guild Master!’
‘If such a day comes, Black Anvil will completely abandon the Guild Master!’
Everyone said Roun was mad.
But in his subsequent actions, Hyeon proved them wrong.
‘Yet it was still devastating.’
They said Atlas was dangerous, and that if Black Anvil went under him, it would be a dog’s death.
Roun agreed with this assessment.
‘Because he flew too high, he began to be seen by many.’
Hyeon-su drew more attention and was exposed to greater dangers.
Even now, approximately five hundred guild members of Black Anvil were resisting.
That was why he had given up.
After the Great Atlas Tournament, Hyeon’s Blacksmith Shop would surely collapse completely.
But before this Great Atlas Tournament began.
[Hyeon-su: If we win the Great Atlas Tournament, could you fulfill the old promise?]
He had wondered what this meant, but now he understood.
“G-Guild Master…!”
“Hyeon’s Blacksmith Shop!”
The Conference Room.
Guild Master Roun’s eyes were already fixed on the screen.
The expressions of the executives who had so vehemently denied it and pointed out the danger had changed.
The camera on the screen captured the twenty thousand soldiers in detail before slowly panning.
On the castle wall, Hyeon-su in a brown coat slung the Twin Dragon Sword across his shoulder, overlooking eight hundred of the world’s finest users.
To his left and right, guild members of Hyeon’s Blacksmith Shop wore white coats in stark contrast, gazing down upon the entire world.
At the far left stood Bella, descendant of the Sword King.
At the far right stood a figure who appeared as solid as Mount Tai—’Bon, Captain of the Black Wind Squad.’
And now everyone’s eyes were fixed on one person alone.
The guild members of Hyeon’s Blacksmith Shop in white coats.
Eight hundred rankers who had just set foot in Atlas.
Twenty thousand troops.
And viewers across the entire world had eyes only for Hyeon-su.
‘If I win, I will claim Blackmoru.’
The Blackmoru Guild, which housed five hundred of the finest blacksmiths.
Today, I stood before the possibility of claiming this colossal guild.
And every camera captured the panoramic view of Great Atlas before broadcasting the announcement.
[The Great Territory of Atlas reveals itself.]
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[The Lord of the Great Territory of Atlas.]
Atlas’s twenty thousand army fixed their gaze upon Hyeon-su standing alone at the center.
In truth, they had known.
‘The world’s most formidable are targeting our Atlas.’
‘We could become a sea of flames at any moment.’
‘Atlas will vanish in an instant.’
From that moment when eight hundred soldiers first arrived at Atlas.
Even as we awakened those who slept within Atlas.
‘I’m terrified….’
‘I want to live.’
‘Why are they doing this to us?’
They had to live each day consumed by anxiety and dread.
Because the Lord had awakened us, we had no choice but to endure, hoping only to sleep safely another night.
Then one day.
Bon, the captain of the Black Wind Squad who had slept, awakened.
And another day, two hundred thousand lost souls pledged their loyalty to Hyeon-su and stood beside us.
‘Now I am not afraid, because….’
All twenty thousand soldiers watched as Hyeon-su gazed upon them, slowly nodding his head.
Because he was our master, we were no longer afraid.
Yes, we were those who had lived under oppression and persecution.
But now.
“Load.”
Following his cold command, the twenty thousand army aimed their bowstrings at the eight hundred enemies who had threatened us.
“This can’t be….”
“How, in merely four months.”
“This is impossible.”
“Even the user known as the Great Warlord Montrio hasn’t yet assembled ten thousand troops!”
The world’s apex powers trembled with fear.
And Hyeon-su posed a question.
‘Why should we suffer oppression at your hands?’
This is strange.
They had justified their invasion under the pretense of competitive spirit.
They pressured me, claiming they would find me wherever I hid, and told me not to run.
Yes, now I understand the reason.
It was because we were the weak ones then, but we are not anymore.
Now we have become the Strong Ones.
“Fire!”
Whoooooosh—!
Twenty thousand Short Arrows.
Fired simultaneously, all aimed at the enemies’ hearts.
Crash-crash-crash-crash—!
The barrage of twenty thousand Arrows pierces through eight hundred enemies in a single breath.
Yet these enemies were the strongest in the world.
Not a single one falls to the twenty thousand Arrows—they all endure.
“Scatter!”
The rankers spread out and charge toward the twenty thousand troops.
“Draw Swords.”
Shing—
Shing—
Shing—
The Atlas troops sling their Bows across their backs and draw their Swords.
The rankers charging at them seemed pitiful.
“No matter how many numbers you have!”
Even the lowest-leveled User here reached the 450s.
The elite had long surpassed level 500.
The average Soldier level barely exceeded 300.
The Knights could be said to exceed 380.
“Rabble like you!”
Whether twenty thousand or fifty thousand, to the rankers they were merely prey.
Until they collided.
Clang—!
“…?”
The rankers were bewildered.
With their weapons and stats, it should have been natural to sever the bodies of ordinary Soldiers along with their armor.
But the armor was not cut, and the Soldiers’ damage was only half.
What was more surprising was the Soldiers’ skill.
“Maintain formation!”
Following Bon’s command, the Soldiers attack in unison.
‘Blades, who on earth…?’
Who could have trained such elite forces?
The rankers were taken aback.
These soldiers were the most skilled and powerful they had ever encountered.
In an instant, roughly thirty rankers were forcibly logged out.
What they had believed to be mere numerical superiority now carried overwhelming strength as well.
‘When will I bring down these numbers?’
Kali was flustered.
Of course, it wasn’t impossible for eight hundred to topple twenty thousand.
However, the casualties among those eight hundred rankers would be catastrophic.
Then.
“…My lord? Actually, this is fortunate.”
The five apex rankers focused their attention on one man.
His name was Lorander.
One of the United States’ high-ranking rankers.
Of course, he was not one of the five apex rankers.
Yet the five apex rankers here did not dare act carelessly toward Lorander.
Each nation’s five apex rankers are determined by raid proficiency, PvP, level, number of titles, achievements, and more.
However, this Lorander was known to threaten even Bahala, the world’s number one ranker, in one particular field.
That was PvP.
A legend—5,421 victories in one-on-one duels.
In fact, he was also a content creator on Zootube with millions of subscribers under the name ‘The God of PvP.’
[God of Combat Lorander Lv.501]
His level was exceptionally high as well.
“One minute is sufficient. If I capture Master Craftsman Hyeon within one minute, their morale will plummet, and the Great Atlas Tournament will proceed without variables according to our plan. Besides, he seems to be getting far too cocky.”
By Lorander’s standards, Hyeon-su was merely an arrogant brat relying on numbers.
Moreover, Lorander possessed an inherently arrogant nature.
‘A man who has won 5,400 times….’
Kali perceived possibility.
A man possessing strength of a different caliber from theirs.
An untamed beast that even the five apex rankers could not easily subdue.
Lorander had ignored the apex rankers’ warning in an official interview to refrain from reckless remarks.
‘Master Craftsman Hyeon? Some artifact-tinkering fool could be my match?’
No one raised objections.
Lorander was that overwhelming in PvP.
Immediately, Lorander moved into action.
“…!”
The eight hundred rankers, who had only been pushed back, watched Lorander charge forward.
Lorander, wielding a massive axe as he rushed forward, moved with remarkable agility.
“Stop him!”
Bon felt the urgency and attempted to block him.
However.
“Light Speed Slash.”
Whoooooosh—!
Lorander soared high into the sky before charging at me in a single breath.
-The God of PvP, Lorander!
-Lord, even if you cannot kill Hyeon-su outright, it is estimated you can inflict at least 70% fatal damage!
-Your critical wounds will cause significant damage in one-on-one combat.
-According to expert analysis, Master Craftsman Hyeon’s win rate against the God of PvP Lorander is estimated to be merely around 2%, which is quite low.
Lorander had noticed this after countless one-on-one battles.
‘You will pull.’
“Pull.”
Skreeeeeee—
That was the moment Lorander had been waiting for.
I soared skyward and pulled Lorander toward me, and he faced me head-on with a sinister grin, raising his axe overhead.
‘After allowing one strike, I shall cleave your skull in two.’
[All magical power is concentrated into the axe!]
A force as immense as Mount Tai rippled through his weapon.
“Let me show you the power the God of PvP possesses!”
The moment my sword was swung.
Screeeeeech—
Whoooooosh—
“…?”
Lorander stared in bewilderment at his HP, which had suddenly dropped to 0%.
I smiled coldly as he began to fade away.
[Ultimate Technique activates.]
The first instant-death skill consumed the world.
-…!?
-…!?
-…!?
-…!?
-…!?
The world fell into shock as Lorander scattered into nothingness.

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