How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 37

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【Chapter 37】

[Berserker] was a trait possessed by heroes that appeared very rarely in the game [Overlord], statistically with a 0.1% probability.

What was particularly notable was that it only appeared when playing as Carlisle’s younger brother, Frey van Sigmund, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a unique hero of the Decaron faction.

The problem was that it was impossible to predict when, where, or how a hero with the [Berserker] trait would appear, so the standard approach was to not expect it at all.

Moreover, even if a hero with the [Berserker] trait did appear, there were grades among them, so whether they would be useful until the late game was also uncertain.

But…

‘If a berserker is triggered by specific actions…’

According to Carlisle’s game knowledge, [Berserker] was generally awakened through excitement during combat.

For example, getting injured or becoming excited from killing too many enemies.

But awakening like this, from being terrified and wetting one’s pants…

‘At least S-rank or higher.’

Carlisle’s eyes gleamed.

If the specific conditions were so unusual as to be absurd, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the potential was tremendous.

If the probability of an ordinary [Berserker] appearing was roughly 0.1%, then the probability of S-rank or higher appearing was…

‘Would it even be 0.01%?’

He wasn’t certain.

He could only speculate.

Even Carlisle had never seen an S-rank or higher [Berserker] while playing as Frey van Sigmund…

“Kill them all… all…”

Russell had slaughtered the Barbarian Warriors surrounding him in the blink of an eye, yet immediately began looking around with gleaming eyes for other prey.

“Friend or foe recognition is…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Begman spoke as if to say not to worry.

‘Definitely S-rank or higher.’

Carlisle was convinced after hearing Begman’s response.

The most important virtue for a [Berserker] was distinguishing between friend and foe.

Low-grade [Berserkers] not only couldn’t distinguish between enemies and allies, but in severe cases, it was common for them not to recognize even their parents and siblings.

Therefore, [Berserkers] were prone to becoming troublesome, and it wasn’t uncommon for players to execute them.

They would go berserk on the battlefield and attack the player or kill allies, and no player would tolerate such trolling behavior.

‘I’ll know if I watch.’

Carlisle withdrew his gaze from Russell and focused on the battle again.

Since he could distinguish friend from foe as Begman said, there was nothing to worry about.

He could just let him rampage to his heart’s content.

‘Focus.’

Carlisle straightened his posture.

“That’s right! Yes! That’s it, rookie! Even if you glance away for a moment, don’t lose your focus!”

Begman praised Carlisle.

This meant that Begman was an excellent commander as a scout captain.

In this chaotic situation, he wasn’t taking his eyes off a rookie experiencing real combat for the first time.

A pleasant smile appeared on Carlisle’s lips.

Though he himself was completely unaware of it.

* * *

In the midst of the chaotic battle.

The Decaron Army was fighting well.

Thanks to [Mud Swamp] and Helen’s command, the entrance was solid, and the Barbarian Warriors who had crossed the wooden fence were being defeated one by one without being able to exert much power due to the scout members’ activities.

Meanwhile, Carlisle was gradually standing out.

Swoosh!

“Argh!”

Every time the Soul Severing Sword [World Opening] was cast, someone was cut in half and fell.

Thud!

When [Loyal Heart] was cast, someone’s heart, neck, or head was pierced.

‘As easy as breathing.’

Carlisle thought this as he cut and stabbed enemies.

It was so effortless that he even felt as if he was swinging carelessly and thoughtlessly, yet enemies were coming forward to get hit by themselves.

Of course, his thoughts didn’t go further than that.

Carlisle postponed questions about whether it was okay to kill people so easily, and any guilt about committing murder, even if they were enemies.

As Begman said, such things could be thought about after the battle ended.

‘Let’s go a bit further.’

Carlisle decided to become a bit more bold.

“Rook…”

Begman stopped trying to restrain Carlisle.

“I don’t know who’s worrying about whom. A mere soldier captain.”

There was a reason for the saying 【Don’t worry about the Sigmunds】.

Why else would people say they’re born holding swords from birth?

Begman thought that the thick swordsman’s blood in their lineage was no exception, even for a notorious scoundrel.

‘Cut, stab, and stab again.’

Swoosh!

Thud, thud!

“Guhk!”

“Argh!”

“Val, Valhall… gak!”

In the blink of an eye, three Barbarian Warriors fell.

‘Push forward more.’

One step, two steps.

Carlisle continued advancing, cutting down every Barbarian Warrior who had crossed the wooden fence as soon as he saw them.

Carlisle’s advance had a great tactical effect.

As Carlisle pushed forward, the engineers filled in around him, creating a kind of area control effect.

‘Keep pushing so they won’t dare to cross the wooden fence…’

Just then.

“Kyaaah!”

A scream from somewhere pierced Carlisle’s ears.

When he turned his head, Gwen was lying down, and some Barbarian Warrior was just about to bring down a huge hammer toward her.

‘Danger!’

Carlisle instinctively kicked off the ground.

“Continental wench! I’ll smash your skull!”

The Barbarian Warrior swung his hammer down toward Gwen with all his might.

‘…It’s over.’

Flinch!

Gwen squeezed her eyes shut.

Since she was a non-combat engineer to begin with, and had not even a speck of athletic ability, she had no capability to escape this crisis…

Thoom!

The hammer fell.

“Th, this is.”

Gwen was startled to see that the hammer that should have struck her head had hit the bare ground instead.

What was holding the hammer wasn’t human.

To be precise, no one was holding the hammer.

Only a person’s severed arms were gripping the hammer’s handle.

“My, my arms… My aaaarms!”

The Barbarian Warrior screamed in disbelief as he looked down at his severed forearms.

Thunk!

A shabby sword blade pierced through the back of that Barbarian Warrior’s head and emerged from his mouth.

“Brother…?”

Gwen seemed more surprised by Carlisle’s appearance than the Barbarian Warrior’s gruesome death.

“Who’s your brother?”

Carlisle replied in a cold voice with a furrowed brow.

“Then why are you speaking informally to me?”

“Ah?”

Carlisle made an expression as if he had made a mistake.

The situation was urgent, so he had unconsciously spoken informally, forgetting about rank.

“Please get up quickly, Private Gwen.”

“Y-yes.”

“I said get up.”

“Y-you need to give me your hand…”

“Sigh.”

Carlisle let out a deep sigh.

‘This person really requires a lot of attention.’

Thinking this, Carlisle extended his left hand, which wasn’t holding Grimgand, toward Gwen.

She wasn’t being dramatic – it seemed she had seriously sprained her ankle, so he had no choice but to help her.

“Pick up your spear first.”

“Yes, brother.”

Gwen picked up the spear that had fallen to the ground.

“If you can’t even fight, why did you enlist in the first place?”

“Hehe…”

Instead of answering, Gwen gave an awkward smile.

“Come this way.”

“Ah, yes.”

Carlisle also chose to take Gwen to where the engineers were gathered instead of continuing the conversation.

There was no time to leisurely chat while the battle was in full swing.

‘They’re being quite persistent. It seems like it’s about time they should retreat.’

Carlisle clicked his tongue seeing that the enemies weren’t stopping their offensive.

He didn’t know who the enemy commander was, but they seemed to have no intention of retreating despite already losing more than half of their deployed forces.

Of course, Barbarians were a race that rarely retreated, perhaps due to their cultural characteristics.

Indeed, it was common for entire units to be annihilated because they fought to the end without retreating even when defeat was imminent…

‘Are they really planning to keep fighting?’

It was when Carlisle was having such thoughts.

Whooom!

Something huge and heavy dropped from high in the sky and struck down one of the scout members.

Crash!

A shockwave swept through the surroundings.

Rumble!

The impact was so powerful that the ground shook as if a small earthquake had occurred along with thunder.

‘That’s…’

Carlisle’s expression hardened as he realized what had just happened.

Thunder Leap.

It was a skill that could be used by 4-star Barbarian Warriors, those who had tattooed four or more marks.

* * *

Barbarians were a race that lagged far behind continentals not only in civilization but also in technology.

However, they could compete on equal terms with continentals through their innate physical abilities, population numbers through high fertility, and their own method called shamanism.

In particular, the [Divine Possession Mark] that Barbarian shamans bestowed by tattooing had tremendous power.

The dye used when tattooing those [Divine Possession Mark] tattoos was made by processing magic stones.

It wasn’t for nothing that Barbarians and continentals had been waging war over the hegemony of Kuberin for hundreds of years.

As the thick dust gradually cleared.

Swoosh.

The Barbarian Warrior who had cast [Thunder Leap] slowly rose to his feet.

[Thunder Leap] was both a movement skill that allowed Barbarian Warriors to jump at least 10 meters and up to 50 meters, and an attack skill that dealt tremendous damage at the landing point with thunderous sound.

And being able to use [Thunder Leap] meant…

‘He’s either 4-star level or a 3-star level close to 4-star.’

Carlisle watched that Barbarian Warrior while recalling his knowledge.

“De, Deriiiiick!”

Begman cried out the name of the scout member who had been crushed by [Thunder Leap].

Derek’s corpse was… horrifically gruesome.

Having been crushed by a 100-kilogram giant body that flew from about 15 meters high at tremendous speed, hoping for the corpse to be intact would be a luxury.

“You damn bastard!”

Enraged Begman charged toward the Barbarian Warrior who killed Derek.

And that was just the beginning.

“Kill… him… Kill hiiiiim―!!!”

Russell let out a roar and rushed toward the Barbarian Warrior who killed Derek.

“I’ll make your corpse exactly the same!”

Wilson was the same.

Swish, swish, swish!

Marder, who had been watching the situation from the watchtower, was also quite enraged and fired arrows in rapid succession.

“The price for killing a scout member will never be light.”

Kudo, who arrived late, also approached the Barbarian Warrior who killed Derek.

The scout unit was a group formed of elite soldiers with pride and few but elite members.

As such, their bonds were strong, and their camaraderie was inevitably closer than ordinary soldiers.

Having killed such a scout member, it was natural for the Barbarian Warrior who cast [Thunder Leap] to earn their resentment.

However, the Barbarian Warrior who killed Derek only grinned, showing his teeth to the enraged scout members.

“You vermin-like continental bastards… Do you think weaklings like you can face me!”

The Barbarian Warrior who used [Thunder Leap] roared angrily.

‘Could it be Bjornsen…?’

Carlisle frowned, thinking he might know who he was.

If that Barbarian Warrior was ‘that’ Bjornsen…

‘Why are you coming out from there?’

Carlisle’s expression became strange.

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