I Became a Hunter with the Heavenly Slaughter Star Trait. - Chapter 84
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Episode 84
Episode 84
All around me are nothing but elves.
In an even worse state than me,
elves lying prostrate and retching.
-Uuuuurgh!
-Bleeeegh!!
The already pale bastards had become even paler from vomiting.
I looked around my surroundings.
The place I was in
was like an ancient colosseum
I had seen in documentaries.
The only difference was
that it was much more splendid and vivid.
As if holding a festival,
golden flower petals were fluttering here and there,
and beautiful music I’d never heard before echoed throughout.
In the spectator seats, countless people were…
No, elves were
waving fan-like objects while dancing and singing.
Wherever I looked,
elves.
Elves.
Elves.
Nothing but elves.
There’s a floor like this?
Can a floor filled with only one race exist?
That can’t be…
-Ding!
That’s when it happened.
A system window appeared before my eyes with a familiar notification sound.
Promotion battle?
What the hell is this about?
No, let me put on the battle gear first.
When I pressed the [Equip] button, a round mask that felt like a fencing mask wrapped around my face.
And translucent cloth extending from the mask enveloped my body.
The flimsy-looking cloth became tough like leather the moment it wrapped around my body.
‘Huh, this looks similar to what Narin was wearing…’
Then this place really is…
Meaning there are only elves here??
“What the hell kind of error is this…”
As I muttered through gritted teeth,
-Ding!
The notification sound rang out again.
Of course!
Damn it, how are you going to take responsibility for this?
You’re going to pull me out right now, right?
-…
The loading bar turns slowly.
A blueprint of the colosseum floated in my mind.
Information about countless traps and triggers unfolded with a whoosh.
And
information about the Elf Empire’s promotion battle as well.
‘This is insane…’
The Elf Empire’s promotion battle
was a special floor that the Emperor opened by paying a massive amount of merit points.
Passing the promotion battle would allow one to become a knight directly under the Emperor,
which seemed to be a tremendous honor for elves.
All elves who reached level 30 participated in the promotion battle.
However.
The number of elves who could pass the promotion battle was fixed.
Only 10.
Whether 1000,
or 10000,
no matter how many elves challenged the promotion battle,
only 10 could pass.
Only those 10 would become knights directly under the Emperor.
‘But I’m not even an elf…’
This is ridiculous.
What the hell is ■■■’s blood?
No, more than that.
In the end, I have to survive this promotion battle or whatever?
Unable to believe it, I read the explanation again, when
“What are you standing around stupidly for? Get out of the way!”
Someone roughly pushed past me.
A group of elves who had already finished equipping their masks and battle gear.
“Don’t be so harsh, Todd. He’s our kinsman.”
“Less than half the guys here deserve to be called kinsmen.”
“Hahaha, but he’s ‘still’ our kinsman for now, so cut him some slack~!”
“To think I have to deal with these vermin…”
“It can’t be helped since it’s the promotion battle.”
“I need to finish them off quickly.”
-Ptui!
Spitting, the elves headed toward the center of the colosseum.
Both male and female, all of them were tall and sturdy, over 2 meters in height.
Compared to them, I was
a head shorter than those bastards, making me stand out conspicuously.
By human standards, I’m average.
By elf standards, I’m a shrimp.
No matter where I looked, I couldn’t find a human like me, no, an elf like me…
Is that natural?
After all, this is a special floor for elves?
‘This is troublesome…’
Even returning is impossible.
I don’t know what kind of error caused me to fall into this place.
But now that I’ve fallen here,
I have to fight the [Promotion Battle] to get out.
Damn it.
Why did I have to fall into a place like this of all places?
Elves?
I’d rather have fallen into an orc pit.
I walked toward the center of the colosseum.
-Glance.
-Glance.
Maybe it was because of the difference in physique.
I occasionally felt gazes on me, but no one bothered to grab me and ask questions.
Maybe they were too busy with the [Promotion Battle] right in front of them.
When I arrived at the center of the colosseum,
-Children of His Great Majesty the Emperor!
A booming voice echoed throughout.
-The time has finally come to show off your skills!
Ugh.
My ears hurt.
-Kill for His Majesty the Emperor!
-Live for His Majesty the Emperor!
-The blood you shed will become fertilizer for the Empire!
-Those who survive will become His Majesty the Emperor’s sword!
…Is this some kind of cult?
I looked up with a dumbfounded expression,
“For His Majesty the Emperor!”
“For His Majesty the Emperor!”
“For His Majesty the Emperor!”
The other elves were each shouting battle cries, kneeling in prayer, or shedding tears with their hands clasped together.
‘It really is a cult…’
I felt it when I saw the dark elves too.
Do elves basically have some cult-like tendencies?
Anyway.
The atmosphere is quite serious.
‘…I can’t let them find out I’m human.’
These guys already have severe racial discrimination,
so there’s no telling what would happen if they found out a human was in a place like this.
There seemed to be at least over 1000 elves in the colosseum.
Not mobs, but 1000 elves.
‘I’ve killed up to three before…’
I’m not sure about 1000.
I wonder if I could get an Achievement if I killed all of these too.
“…Huh!”
Kill them?
I’m having such thoughts without realizing it.
This isn’t some massacre…
-Draw your swords…
-For His Majesty the Emperor!!!
Along with the resounding trumpet sound,
-Waaaaaaaah!!!!
-Waaaaaaaah!!!!
The elves’ battle cries echoed throughout the colosseum.
And at the same time,
-Stab!
-Stab!
-Splurt!
Chilling sounds could be heard from everywhere.
-Stab!
The elves had already drawn their pre-issued weapons,
and had begun attacking each other.
-Stab!
Stabbing,
-Staaab!
stabbing,
-Stab!
and stabbing again.
The sound of swords cutting through bone and flesh could be heard from everywhere.
‘Crazy bastards…!’
Even if they’re covering their faces with masks.
They clearly know they’re the same race,
maybe even their friends or lovers.
How does it make sense for them to stab each other?
-Swoosh!
Of course, I wasn’t an exception either.
“Die!!!”
A sword flying precisely aimed at my neck.
Fast.
If I had [Echo Walker], I could have dodged with blink,
but this [Promotion Battle] had restrictions preventing the use of any skills or items except basic traits.
So,
it means I have to settle this with pure physicality.
-Whaaack!!!!
While dodging the sword,
my fist struck the opponent’s mask.
“Guh, guuugh…”
The mask crumbled just like that.
The elf who had charged at my neck collapsed forward.
-Thud!
Should I be grateful that my basic trait is [Cheonsalseong]?
Having a completed dantian seems to help too.
“Really barbaric…”
Kill each other from now on.
…This is what those noble elves call a [Promotion Battle]?
Is it just my imagination that they look more primitive than orcs?
“What are you standing around for…!”
Another elf drives his sword into my head.
-Thunk!
No,
-Staaab!
Not into my head, but into his own hand.
“Kraaaaaaak!!!!”
I pulled out the sword embedded in the elf’s hand that I had twisted and grabbed,
-Thunk!
and drove it straight into his heart.
“Guk!”
That makes two down.
“Phew…”
It feels like I’ve returned to the tutorial days.
Of course, back then I was fighting ratmen, not elves.
But fighting barehanded like this gives a similar feeling.
-Tap tap tap!
I hear footsteps rapidly approaching.
-Swoosh!
The sound of a sword being raised high.
I immediately rolled across the ground.
And,
slipping through the legs of the tall elf like a pole,
-Slash!
I sliced his Achilles tendon.
“Ah, ahhh…!!!”
Before the scream could continue, I lightly sliced his throat too.
-Splaaaaaash!!!
Hot blood pours out.
I suppose it’s fortunate that wearing a mask keeps my face from getting soaked in blood.
No, maybe it’s actually disappointing…
I picked up the fallen guy’s sword as well.
With a sword in each hand, I feel much more at ease.
Is it because I’ve gotten used to dual wielding?
-Thunk!
-Splurt!
-Slice!!
-Clang clang clang!!!
Eerie sounds coming from all directions.
Throats being cut,
hearts being pierced,
heads being split open,
listening to those sounds…
Actually calms my mind.
How should I put it.
It’s like.
I’ve returned to my original intentions.
A refreshing feeling?
Setting aside skills and items completely.
Simply.
Just.
Killing.
‘…This is nice?’
A smile spreads across my lips without me realizing it.
-Grip.
Perfect timing as two elves charge toward me.
I grip my swords tightly,
-Thunk!
-Thunk!
At the precise moment,
I drove my swords into their right eye and left eye respectively.
“Kr, kraaaak!”
“Kraaaaaaak!!!”
Two eyeballs pop out along with their screams.
-Swoosh!
I lightly swung my swords to shake off the eyeballs,
“Have you no pride, ganging up on me two against one?”
Then I guess I should send you off together too.
-Thunk!
Both swords simultaneously pierce under the two elves’ chins.
-Thud.
As I slightly twist the swords in that position,
-Splaaaaaash!!!!
Blood erupts like an explosion.
Refreshing.
Is it because it’s elf blood?
By the way.
‘This combat suit is nice.’
Since it doesn’t get soaked in blood,
it’s neither slippery nor heavy.
If I could, I’d want to take it back with me?
-Rip!
Just as I thought that,
the combat suit tore right through where a sword aimed at my side struck.
“…”
-Swish.
I turned my head to look where the sword came from.
Unlike the elves I was picking off individually,
about three or four elves grouped together.
“How did he dodge that?”
“I told you, that guy already killed five of them, didn’t I?”
“Hahaha, lucky bastard.”
“Let’s kill him quickly.”
Judging by their voices,
they seem to be the guys who pushed past me earlier.
“Ha, this is really…”
I touched the hole in the combat suit.
It’s torn wide open, exposing my side completely.
Well then.
So much for taking it as a souvenir.
“When 10 people could have lived…”
I let out a deep sigh and looked at them.
“I really don’t understand why you’re stepping forward to court death.”
I guess the idea that elves are smart is just prejudice too.
If they were really smart,
“Is it an elf racial trait?”
You wouldn’t be so desperate to live if you wanted to die like this, would you?
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