I Became a Hunter with the Heavenly Slaughter Star Trait. - Chapter 85

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Episode 85

Episode 85

-Swoooosh!

Two swords cross and cleanly tear off the elf’s head.

-Roll roll roll…!

The head rolling across the floor.

At the same time, the two swords that left Lee Tae-pyeong’s hands,

-Thunk!

-Stab!

Each embedded themselves in the hearts of two elves charging toward him.

-Clack.

Lee Tae-pyeong rolled across the floor and snatched up a sword held by a fallen corpse.

-Clang clang clang!

Whether he had better agility than the other elves,

an elf who barely managed to parry Lee Tae-pyeong’s sword shouted out.

“W-wait! Wait a minute!”

Oh?

Lee Tae-pyeong looked at the elf with apparent interest.

“I made a mistake!”

-Grind grind grind…

The elf began to be pushed back by Lee Tae-pyeong’s sword.

“T-ten people!”

“…?”

“If we join forces, we can make it into the top ten!”

“…”

“So please…!”

-Grind…

The pressure from the sword pressing down loosened slightly.

Was he considering accepting the proposal?

“Ha, haha, right! The two of us can become His Majesty the Emperor’s glorious swords…!”

“Hmm.”

“Please! I know the entire layout of the Colosseum, I’ll definitely be helpful…!”

“I already know that though?”

“Wh-what did you say?”

The Colosseum’s structure was top secret.

Unless you were from a very small number of elf noble bloodlines,

you couldn’t obtain that information.

But he knew it?

This scrawny little anchovy bastard who was a head shorter than ordinary elves?

The elf’s face was colored with fear.

Of course, it wasn’t visible because of the mask.

But Lee Tae-pyeong could feel that fear.

“You.”

“Hii, hiiek…!!”

“You said I should go easy on you since we’re still the same race, right?”

The words he had said with a snicker when first encountering Lee Tae-pyeong.

The elf’s face brightened at those words and he nodded his head.

“Y-yes!! S-same race!!”

With the desperation of grasping at straws,

the elf nodded his head frantically.

Then,

the sound of Lee Tae-pyeong chuckling could be heard from inside the mask.

“What should I do?”

“…?!”

“I’m not the same race though.”

Before he could properly understand what those words meant,

-Stab!

The sword Lee Tae-pyeong was holding thrust into the elf’s throat.

“Kuh, kheuk…”

Gurgle.

Gurgle.

The elf’s blood flowing down beneath the mask.

“If your skills are at the level of begging for your life.”

“Kek…”

“You shouldn’t have acted tough in the first place.”

-Thud!

When he pulled out the sword, the elf collapsed just like that.

‘So these so-called elites are only at this level…’

Tsk tsk.

‘The elf crop failed, it really failed.’

Lee Tae-pyeong clicked his tongue,

then ran straight toward his next prey.

‘The skill restriction state isn’t too bad either?’

It wasn’t arrogance,

even objectively speaking, Lee Tae-pyeong’s skills were overwhelming.

All of the over a thousand elves here

were fanatics who had lived their entire lives training only for the Emperor.

In terms of fundamentals alone,

it would be impossible for an ordinary adult male from South Korea to defeat an elf.

However.

The trait called [Cheonsalseong]

was easily crushing that lifetime of training.

‘I might be able to clear this Special Quest faster than I thought.’

Lee Tae-pyeong grinned wickedly

and swung his sword at the elf charging toward him.

-Slash!

Blood spurting out.

‘Easy.’

It wasn’t bravado,

it really was.

-Tremble…

The one who recognized this was

“…Who is that?”

none other than the Emperor of the Elf Empire.

The one leading the most brilliant golden age,

Emperor Ashutad.

Ashutad, who had been praised as a sword prodigy since childhood,

Ashtad, who had been praised as a sword prodigy since childhood,

The fact that Lee Tae-pyeong’s movements were perfect had already been noticed.

Though not as graceful as an elf,

that made them all the more beautiful…

Precise, clean, and ‘perfect’ movements.

Restrained power that delivered only death.

‘Perfect…’

If such a warrior existed,

he surely would have stood out before the promotion trials.

‘Why didn’t we know about him until now?’

The Emperor’s curiosity only grew,

but the promotion trial inspector couldn’t answer the Emperor’s question.

“Your Majesty, until the promotion trials are over…”

“You should at least be able to make a guess, shouldn’t you?”

“…”

The flustered inspector.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, no name came to the inspector’s mind.

Naturally, he already knew the names of all the notable ones.

It’s just that there was no name that matched that monster.

When no name came from the inspector’s mouth,

the Emperor, his mood soured, waved his hand dismissively.

The inspector withdrew, bowing his head.

The Emperor, who had been intently looking down at the colosseum, commanded.

“Begin the second trial.”

“B-but not yet…”

At the Emperor’s cold gaze,

the inspector bowed his head again without finishing his words.

The second trial.

Rather than engaging in simple slaughter like before,

this was a trial where one had to survive by overcoming various traps installed in the colosseum.

Traps identical to those appearing in the Tower,

appearing suddenly,

or simultaneously – an insane course.

If skills could be used it might be different,

but passing with pure physical ability alone was nearly impossible.

Therefore,

not only the trait gained upon first awakening,

but special elves who had gained their second trait upon breaking through level 30,

were the only ones who could pass the second trial.

It was a kind of filter,

weeding out ordinary awakened ones without a second trait.

The higher the floor,

the reason elves’ abilities overwhelmingly surpassed other races was precisely because of this.

Only by passing the [Promotion Trials] composed of such insane tests,

could one survive.

-Whirrrr.

The inspector activated the magical device that started the ‘second trial’ as the Emperor commanded.

-Rummmmmble…

While the elves were thrown into confusion by the appearance of countless traps.

The Emperor’s eyes.

“…Oh my.”

Were fixed solely on Lee Tae-pyeong.

* * *

The colosseum was already hell.

The screams that had been heard everywhere,

could no longer be heard.

Instead.

-Thunk!

-Slice!

-Riiip!

Only the sounds of bone and flesh being torn,

grotesquely mixed with festival music, echoed throughout.

-Rummmmmble…

The moment I raised my head after killing an elf,

the ground shook.

‘An earthquake?’

No, that couldn’t be it.

I instinctively recalled the blueprint of the colosseum.

In this seemingly ordinary colosseum,

countless traps were actually hidden.

This vibration and noise,

was probably the sound of those revealing themselves.

“…”

I steadied my breathing and surveyed my surroundings.

Around me were still,

those who raised swords to kill mixed with,

those who raised swords to survive.

And,

-Swish.

Among them, particularly noticeable,

-Pat!

Those avoiding each other,

-Tap tap!

Measuring distance,

-Swoosh…

Those ‘waiting’ for something.

‘…Is it starting now?’

What could be called the ‘main event’,

the second round.

The brawl had merely been a basic test to filter out the chaff.

The real thing starts now.

A map that was practically a compressed version of the Tower.

Surviving in this place teeming with various traps and monsters.

-Boooom!!!

The colosseum floor resonated heavily.

And,

-Clank!

-Clank!

Strange structures rising from the floor.

Most of the structures were translucent.

‘…That way they can see in detail.’

What sick taste.

Perverted bastards.

-Grrrrrrr…

Right next to me,

several translucent guillotines were rising up.

And not far away,

an iron maiden with its mouth gaping open like a Venus flytrap.

‘This isn’t some slaughterhouse…’

Tsk tsk.

I clicked my tongue at the murderous structures filling the surroundings,

-Tstststs!

Numbers appeared floating in the air.

I couldn’t read the letters, but I could understand the numbers.

437.

This was the number of survivors so far,

10.

This must be the final number of survivors.

-Waaaaaaah!!!!

-Uwooooooh!!!!

From the spectator seats that had been quiet until now,

cheers erupted.

-Now it’s finally getting interesting!

-Kill them! Prove your skills!!

-The Emperor has no need for weaklings!!!

-Kill!

-Kill!

-Kill!

Waving fans and laughing,

dancing to songs,

elves watching while tilting wine cups.

“…”

These guys are really insane.

Cult fanatics.

That’s exactly what they are.

I raised my head and looked up at the ship floating in the center of the Colosseum.

The elves on the ship weren’t dancing or singing.

They just stood upright like statues, looking down at the Colosseum.

And,

at the center covered by a golden veil.

‘…Is the Emperor there?’

Though we were at a distance where we’d look like cotton swabs to each other,

somehow I felt like I could sense their gaze.

Just leisurely watching like it’s entertainment…

‘Go eat shit.’

I subtly raised my middle finger toward the ship,

-Swish.

then turned around.

More than half the elves were already dead,

but over 400 still remained.

-Whoosh!

The traps began moving as if they were alive.

-Zaaaaaang!!!

Guillotines striking down like mad,

-Clank!

Iron maidens swallowing elves in an instant.

-Scrape!

Waves of swords rising from the floor like tides,

-Swooosh!

And axes slicing through the air without warning.

They’re really holding a ritual to kill everyone.

-Scrrrratch!!!

Elves whose movements were even slightly off,

-Splooosh!!!!

were shredded by the bizarre torture devices.

So they keep only the strong ones this way,

and use all the weak ones as fertilizer?

What amazing efficiency.

-Swoosh!

I dodged a rapidly flying axe blade,

-Thud!

then leaped over an iron maiden opening its mouth full of spike-like nails.

‘Definitely…’

This isn’t a level where you can survive

just by knowing the structure of the Colosseum.

Without the skills to back it up, you’d become a meat smoothie right away.

“Kyaaaaaaak!!!”

Like that.

An elf got devoured by the iron maiden I had just dodged.

‘…At least iron maidens that have swallowed something are safe.’

I hid behind the iron maiden that was gushing hot blood,

waiting for the guillotine blade to come down.

-Bang!

-Crash!

-Scrrratch!

Guillotine blades striking the ground irregularly with eerie sounds.

These too,

-Tap!

if you time it right,

-Tap tap!

can be avoided.

I glanced up at the sky.

The number 437 had already

been reduced to almost half.

In an instant.

Not even a few minutes had passed.

-Glance,

I looked around my surroundings.

-Kagagagagagagak!

-Kugagagagagagagak!

There was a reason why the number of elves was rapidly decreasing.

As most of the traps were seen through,

the Colosseum floor became like some kind of blender,

starting to grind up the elves with rake-like saw blades.

‘At this rate, I’m going to get ground up too…?’

I have to avoid it.

But where to?

To avoid the rake-like saw blades, I’d have to walk right into the traps myself.

But wait, then I’d die anyway?!

A dilemma.

‘…Fuck, what do I do about this?’

-Kukwakwakwakwakwa!!!!

Just as the wave of rake-like saw blades was getting closer.

-Thwack!!!

Someone grabs me and pulls me.

“This way!!!”

A familiar voice that I feel like I’ve heard somewhere before.

“Follow me!!!”

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