Infinite Evolution Hunter - Chapter 150

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After Alex sent warnings and threats through the communication network to the Dwarf Kingdom of Ailstobic and the Elf Kingdom of Wihol, both nations reluctantly withdrew their forces from Bolboen.
However, just days later, another incident erupted.
Word arrived that after the Elf army withdrew, an Elf who had gone to the Grain Trading Post at the Bolboen Border attacked soldiers and farmers.
Alex looked at me with an expression that said, “Didn’t I tell you this would happen?”
“I’m heading to the scene now. Open a Gate for me.”
Someone capable of overwhelming a magic-proficient Elf through sheer power had to go, and sending the Western Continent Master would only pour fuel on the fire.
The Newers Kingdom Masters were few and far between to begin with, and they were all busy clearing Gates, so I had no choice but to go myself.
“Where are you going?”
“Ah, I’m planning to visit the Elf Kingdom.”
Bae Na-young gripped my hand tightly and followed along. Now whenever we cross through a Gate, we hold hands firmly.
After stepping through the Gate and carrying Bae Na-young as I ran a short distance, the half-destroyed Grain Trading Post came into view.
It was clear a proper disaster had unfolded—half of the two-story building had been blown away, and grain and bloodstains were scattered everywhere.
“I’ve come from the Newers Kingdom. Are you responsible here?”
I showed a ring bearing the royal seal of the Newers Kingdom to the man who appeared to be an official based on his attire.
“It is an honor to meet you. I am Jeffrey, the administrator of the Bolboen Northeastern Grain Trading Post.”
Fortunately, he recognized it, and he bowed his head respectfully. He knew I had come from the kingdom, but he didn’t know exactly who I was.
“What happened?”
“A few hours ago, Elves came to trade. They offered crafts, so I gave them food at market price, but they claimed I had insulted them, destroyed everything, and took it all.”
“Are there wounded?”
“I’ve treated everyone else, but two are severely injured. I fear they may die soon.”
Following his gaze, I saw roughly a dozen wounded—guards and farmers—lying on the ground behind the Grain Trading Post.
They all appeared to have received emergency treatment with potions and bandages, but as Jeffrey said, two of them were in critical condition.
One had a split abdomen with entrails protruding, and the other was bleeding heavily from numerous lacerations across his body.
Injuries of this severity couldn’t be treated with the low-grade potions they possessed, so they had apparently conserved them entirely.
I pushed the entrails back into the abdomen with my hand.
The wounded man was unconscious and didn’t respond, but Jeffrey, who had been watching nearby, approached in shock.
Before he could say anything, I poured vitality into the wound to seal the flesh.
Jeffrey and the Bolboen soldiers’ eyes widened in astonishment.
As I infused vitality into the other wounded man with lacerations, color returned to his pallid complexion.
The remaining soldiers weren’t in critical condition, so I infused them with vitality bit by bit.
“Where is the Elf who attacked the people?”
“He stole a carriage and returned to the Elf Kingdom.”
Jeffrey, his demeanor now even more respectful, pointed in a direction.
“I’ll collect payment.”
I tried to pick up Bae Na-young, but she was already floating in the air.
As I stepped on empty space and leaped toward Bae Na-young, she increased her speed as well.
“Bae Na-young, you’re fast?”
“Oppa, we can go even faster.”
“Will you be alright?”
“Give it a try.”
Bae Na-young provoked me with a slight smirk.
However, before I could accelerate further, I spotted the elves.
The elves showed no intention of fleeing, moving their carriage at a leisurely pace.
As I descended before them, the elves brought their carriage to a halt.
Three male elves stood silently, their gazes alternating between me and Bae Na-young.
“At least tell me the reason. Why?”
“What are you talking about?”
The Short-haired Elf mounted at the front spoke.
“About attacking the Grain Trading Post.”
“They deceived us.”
“Deceived you?”
“We provided crafted goods of our own making, yet they gave us a ridiculously meager amount of grain in return.”
He held up a wooden craft to show me. It was certainly well-made, and being elf-crafted, it was no ordinary wood.
“In times like these when survival is difficult, the value of crafted goods plummets. If the terms of trade displease you, you are free to leave. However, you inflicted fatal wounds upon the defenseless.”
As I spoke, the two elves behind the Short-haired Elf placed their hands on their bow and wand.
“If you pay the price obediently, the worst outcome need not occur. Lower your weapons and prostrate yourselves on the ground.”
“How dare a human give us orders!”
He swung his dagger, and a blade of wind rushed toward us.
The two elves behind him unleashed arrows and mana bolts.
Their attacks held no restraint. They were aimed at vital points—head and neck—seeking to claim lives.
The offer to surrender was the bare minimum of mercy. Yet from experience, I knew well that the wicked do not easily reform.
Had they surrendered, the legal process would have limited the punishment I could inflict. I was actually grateful that the elves presented themselves this way.
I took their attacks full-force upon my body while charging toward the Short-haired Elf. Simultaneously, I released an aura to block the attacks aimed at Bae Na-young.
I threw a punch, but the Short-haired Elf could not react at all. His face took the full impact, his entire body spun violently, and he flew from the carriage, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.
Mana needles from Bae Na-young embedded themselves throughout the bodies of the remaining two elves, though I ensured they would not die.
“Oppa, you didn’t need to block for me~”
Looking back, Bae Na-young was deactivating her shield. I knew that attacks from such weaklings would never reach her even without protection, but I blocked them anyway because it felt right.
The Short-haired Elf had lost all his teeth, and the other two writhed, bleeding profusely. I healed them just enough to preserve minimal vitality—enough to survive but not more.
“Let’s go.”
I loaded the three battered elves into the carriage and returned to the Grain Trading Post.
“Put the grain back in the warehouse, sell these accessories to cover the damages, and provide compensation to the injured.”
I removed the ornaments the elves had been wearing and tossed them to Jeffrey.
“This… this is too much.”
“If there’s anything left over, give more to the injured.”
“…Th… thank you.”
Though he offered his thanks, his face was filled with concern as he kept glancing at the elf I had loaded onto the carriage like cargo.
“Don’t worry. I’m heading to the Elf City now to settle this matter. I’ll borrow the carriage.”
I drove the carriage toward the Elf City once more.
As I drove the carriage slowly, I connected with Alex through the communication device.
“Alex, inform the Elf Kingdom that I’m coming to meet them.”
“Understood. When should I tell them you’ll arrive?”
“Now.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m leaving right now. Once I cross the border, it’ll take about an hour to get there.”
“…Understood.”
I ended the call.
“Hmm… I saw someone ride a carriage in a drama once, and it looked so romantic that I wanted to try it…”
“And?”
“Well, three elves are bleeding all over the place, so there’s nothing romantic about it.”
Bae Na-young glanced back.
“True.”

“Still, even without the romance, I like that we can be together like this.”
Bae Na-young leaned against me. We hadn’t had time for a date with everything going on lately.
I deliberately slowed the carriage, arriving at the Great Forest where the Elf Kingdom lay just over an hour later.
The paths through the Great Forest weren’t made of brick or dirt. Instead, what appeared to be tree trunks or roots grew densely and lay flat across the ground. The wooden path they formed was smooth and even, so the carriage didn’t rattle at all as it passed. It was just like when the World Tree Spirit had shaped branches and roots into chairs and hands.
As we ventured deeper, hundreds of elves climbed throughout the trees, watching us warily.
They all carried weapons like bows and wands, but they didn’t aim them at us.
Each of them possessed combat prowess far superior to the three elves I’d just subdued.
One elf stepped forward.
“Follow me.”
I slowly guided the carriage, following the elf who led us onward.
As we entered the Elf City, buildings came into view.
Massive tree trunks had grown into house-shaped structures, with branches and leaves flourishing overhead.
The forest was filled with homes built this way—convenient construction that didn’t harm the forest, a truly perfect eco-friendly architecture.
Receiving cold stares, we arrived before a building. It was several times larger than the others, though not as ornate as a royal palace.
The elf gestured toward the entrance, so I descended from the carriage first and extended my hand to Bae Na-young.
Bae Na-young took my hand and stepped down.
“Take them away.”
I pointed with my finger at the three elves in the cargo hold.
Several elves approached and removed the elves from the cargo hold, then we followed our guide into the building.
Inside, I saw the Elf King Phillarion seated on a chair, with what appeared to be elders arranged on both sides around him.
While most elves had yellow or platinum blonde hair, Phillarion’s was green, and the elders appeared to have been deliberately selected with rainbow-colored hair—red, orange, yellow, blue, and purple.
Phillarion’s seat was elevated above ours, and there were no chairs for us to sit in, making it appear as though I had come to pay him an audience.
“King Phillarion. It was only a few days ago that I told you not to touch Bolboen, yet this incident has occurred. What is the meaning of this?”
“What incident?”
He pretended not to know, even though Alex had already informed him beforehand.
“Three elves attacked the Grain Trading Post in Bolboen and stole grain. I caught them.”
“…It seems the youngsters disobeyed orders. I clearly instructed them to conduct themselves respectfully and trade for provisions.”
“Ah, you didn’t know about this?”
“That’s correct.”
“In Korea, the country I come from on Earth, military service is mandatory. Though nowadays, most nations on Earth have made conscription obligatory anyway.”
“?”
Both Phillarion and Bae Na-young stared at me as if I were speaking nonsense.
“There’s a saying where I come from: ignorance is no excuse.”
“What?”
Phillarion questioned me again, as if doubting his own ears.
“You didn’t know? An elf under your jurisdiction inflicted a fatal wound upon a human from another nation. You must take responsibility.”
“What are you—”
“I’ll be taking one hundred gold per injured person as compensation.”
“…Are you insane? A hundred gold for a few lower-tier races getting hurt?”
“Lower-tier? That comment just raised it to two hundred gold.”
“Do you truly believe we would accept such terms?”
He ground his teeth together.
“What if we refuse?”
I exerted a light pressure over everyone present in the hall.
“Are you planning to make all elves your enemies?!”
Though I hadn’t applied overwhelming force, Phillarion and the elders were no ordinary beings—they didn’t collapse under my pressure. Yet their ears drooped noticeably.
“That depends entirely on you. But let me be clear: if you attempt to resolve this through violence, I have no objections. I’m quite capable of wielding violence myself.”
I rose from my seat and approached him.
“This should be a fair price.”
I reached toward the expensive-looking crown adorning Phillarion’s head.
“No…! That cannot be! This crown holds profound historical significance! It’s worth far more than two hundred gold!”
Phillarion recoiled, dodging my hand.

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