Murim Login - Chapter 398

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Chapter 398
Before attempting the teleportation, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
‘If I calculated the last two years of my life as a percentage, what would it be?’
The probability of an F-rank Hunter being fired from the Guild, trudging up a Hillside, and discovering an old spherical capsule abandoned at a Recycling Station.
The probability that this very capsule was a passage connecting to another world.
The probability of beginning a second life as the third son of a remote martial clan, neither of the Namgung Clan nor an enemy disciple of the Hua Mountain Sect.
Surviving through one war, two blood massacres, and countless brushes with death’s threshold….
After considering all of it, only one conclusion emerged.
“Indeed, ten percent is sufficient.”
I reached out my hand with a soft murmur.
Void Seizing.
The third son’s internal energy pulls Choi Team Leader and Shao Shen toward me. The Death Knights and monsters moved to intervene, but stopped when their leader raised his hand.
I paid them no mind and examined the two’s condition. Shallow breathing and a precarious aura that seemed ready to snap at any moment.
If I had taken a jet instead of teleporting, I might have arrived too late.
“Even at one percent, I would have tried. I’m not the type to die so pathetically.”
Of course, I had insurance prepared for contingencies. I never expected to use it so quickly, in such circumstances.
‘Inventory open. Summon.’
I paid no attention to the monsters’ gazes.
The leader, watching me immediately retrieve what I needed from my inventory, asks in a monotone voice.
– A subspace. Have you learned magic?
Shut your mouth.
I swallowed the words hovering on my tongue. Under normal circumstances, that would have been quite difficult, but for me now, it was not so hard.
I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone. At least not now.
Pop.
As I removed the magically sealed stopper, a subtle fragrance wafted out. Inside the transparent glass bottle, a milky-white liquid sloshed gently.
Supreme-grade Potion.
A miraculous elixir that heals any wound as long as breath remains.
At least now, I had no interest whatsoever in the rarity and value of this mere hundred milliliters of liquid.
I simply offered my gratitude for Wu Hei-xing’s tremendous wealth and his stupidity in possessing the Supreme-grade Potion, and poured it between the lips of the patient lying motionless.
‘Hold on just a bit longer, Shen.’
Choi Team Leader comes first. Not only because of the time we spent together, but I would have chosen him first regardless of our bond thus far. His injuries were that severe.
‘This is….’
His left arm torn away from the shoulder. His right ankle mangled as if something had chewed and swallowed it, and his left leg cleanly severed. Beyond that, seven ribs were broken, and his spine was fractured.
And… in his grotesquely twisted right hand, the sword hilt was still gripped.
The leather strap, firmly secured so as not to be released under any circumstance, was drenched in blood.
“….”
I silently untied the leather strap. I removed the sword from his crushed right hand and set it aside.
I did not forget a single reproach cast in my heart.
‘Why did you do this? This is a miracle that you’re even alive.’
And then, the real miracle began.
I carefully tilted the glass vial and administered exactly half of its contents, and that’s when a sizzling sound erupted as the wounds covering Choi Team Leader’s entire body began to mend.
Sizzle, sizzzzle—
Bone grew back, severed muscles reconnected, and organs and flesh sealed themselves shut.
A regeneration speed faster even than trolls, the very embodiment of restoration itself. As though time itself had been rewound, color finally returned to Choi Team Leader’s face as he healed.
‘His vitality has stabilized. This is more than sufficient.’
For me, it was a result beyond satisfactory. Though I doubted the same could be said for certain others watching this spectacle.
– Fearless human.
– Cease at once.
– They belong to our mighty Lord.
– Fate has decreed their subjugation.
I regarded the two Death Knights who had stepped forward in place of their leader in silent observation.
Clad in pitch-black full plate armor, they appeared almost like twins at first glance. Their heights were similar, and their voices were difficult to distinguish.
Yet there was one difference that stood out unmistakably—the weapons at their waists were different.
‘One carries a mace. The other wields a sword.’
That was all I needed. The answer was already clear; I could note the solution later. For now, I had to address the remaining problem.
“You’ve endured much as well, Shao Shen.”
Not quite as severely wounded as Choi Team Leader, but Shao Shen had still sustained grave injuries, and I was about to pour the remaining half of the potion into him when—
– Insignificant human.
– This is your final warning.
– Release those two humans and withdraw. Beg for mercy.
– Then our Lord will deign to accept you as a servant.
“A servant?”
– Indeed.
With a voice devoid of emotion and inflection, one of the Death Knights stepped toward me. With each stride, the scabbard fixed at its waist swayed.
Clank, clank, clank.
One step. Two steps. Three steps.
In the creature approaching me, I could detect no hesitation whatsoever.
Thousands upon thousands of monsters stood watching, along with their leader.
The Death Knight spoke with such confidence that it was hard to believe it was merely an emotionless undead creature.
– You possess a soul both great and radiant. Become one of us.
A soul great and radiant, was it…
Without lifting my head, I continued pouring the potion.
After emptying the last few drops into Shao Shen’s mouth, I sealed the glass vial and stored it in my inventory.
Sizzle, sizzzzle.
The sound of recovery.
I straightened my back at the welcome sound I’d been waiting for. Facing the Death Knight, I spoke the words I’d been wanting to say.
“His left leg.”
– Hmm?
“Choi Team Leader’s left leg. Below the knee—it was completely hollow. Perfectly clean. And Shao Shen here, the young one—it was his right arm.”
– Human. What are you trying to say?
“What I’m trying to say is this.”
I offered the creature a faint smile.
“If you sever limbs that were perfectly intact, you should be prepared to pay the price.”
And in the next instant.
Splitting a single moment in half, the creature had already closed the distance to my face.
No, it was the opposite.
It wasn’t that the creature came to me—I went to it.
“Let me see that vaunted skill of yours.”
– …!
Everything happened in a single breath. The Death Knight reached for its sword, while I extended my left hand and pressed firmly against the back of its hand.
And that was both the beginning and the end.
Screech, clang!
Before the dark blade could fully leave its sheath, it was already sliding back into place—because my fist had already pierced through the creature’s chest.
Burst!
The Annihilation Flame Divine Fist, infused with the heat of Sam-gong-ja’s mastery, evaporated every last drop of blood remaining in the undead’s body, setting the long-dead flesh ablaze like kindling.
Crackle, roooaaarrr!
Engulfed in unquenchable flames, the Death Knight turned toward its kin, flailing its arms.
It stumbled along the path it had walked so confidently, then crumbled into ash.
– …!
– …!
Despite thousands of monsters gathered here, the silence was as if someone had pressed mute.
I retrieved the White Flame from my inventory and began walking slowly.
Step, step.
Wherever my gaze fell and my feet trod, corpses and blood pooled thick.
Countless rifles lay scattered underfoot, and soldiers wearing crooked body armor stared upward into the void with eyes already drained of life.
At least those soldiers had preserved bodies.
In what appeared to be the fiercest battleground, those who seemed to be Public Security Armed Forces Hunters lay dead, their forms broken and incomplete.
It had been a full week since I joined the 1st Regiment led by Shao Shen. Among the corpses were many familiar faces.
‘So many dead. Truly, so many.’
Today, in this place alone, nearly three thousand people had met their end.
If I counted all five battle fronts, and added the civilians who fell in this monster wave, how many would the total be?
Thud!
I drove a spear borrowed from a Hunter of unknown name deep into the ground. The leather strap of Choi Team Leader, firmly tied to the end of the spear shaft, fluttered in the wind.
Beyond that lay thousands of monsters and ‘it’.
[Lv.135 Death Knight Lord]
Death Knight Lord. What a grandiose name. A monster with power befitting such a grand title.
‘The circumstances differ, but there is another one like that.’
I called out to the creature maintaining the longest silence in history.
“I have one request.”
I thought it would pretend not to hear, but the Skeleton Warlord, after a moment’s hesitation, answered.
– …A favor? Surely you don’t mean you want me to fight alongside you?
“Of course not.”
I never expected it, nor do I expect it now. What I’m asking of him isn’t to fight—it’s to protect someone.
“Guard the two people behind us. By any means necessary.”
Currently, the Skeleton Warlord has grown in strength by absorbing death energy at my discretion.
Being a Named Monster to begin with, it should be able to handle a few A-rank monsters on its own.
“Once the battle ends, I’ll grant you any wish.”
– In that case, there’s nothing I can’t do. But how long exactly must I protect them?
“Well, naturally….”
I raised Baek Yeom and aimed it at the Death Knight Lord.
“Until every last one of those bastards is dead.”
– This is insane…!
“Too late.”
I pulled the Skeleton Warlord’s skull from my inventory and hurled it behind my back.
Crack, snap.
As it frantically regenerated its body, I caressed the leather cord fluttering bound to the spear shaft.
What must they have felt? What thoughts did they harbor as they charged toward death? I dare not guess.
The only thing I can be certain of now is this.
There is but one truth I can affirm.
“Any bastard who crosses this spear will die.”
The Fire Dragon coiled in my dantian lifted its head.
* * *
Crash!
Flesh and bone shattered, scattering in all directions.
The Ogre’s limbs flew apart, and the Troll was engulfed in unquenchable flames before it could regenerate.
Splat! Crunch!
The Lycanthrope’s skull burst open, tusks and all.
The Dullahan charging forward, drenched in foul-smelling brain matter, was bisected in a single blow, and the halberd, finding a new master, flew with tremendous force, tearing through the Wyvern’s wings.
Crackle!
– Shrieeeek!
Thud-thud-thud!
A downpour of blood scattered through the air.
Simultaneously, blue flames pierced through the rain, tracing their arc.
Whoooosh! Crunch!
A storm of blood erupted. Each time the flames embroidered the sky, dozens of monsters fell and hundreds retreated.
And thousands of monsters… began to be overwhelmed.
They feared a single human and the line of death he drew with one spear.
– L, Lord.
The Death Knight’s monotone voice, which had never wavered until now, began to tremble and crack.
The Black Knight understood well what his subordinate’s desperate call meant.
– Clear the path.
Between the deeply pressed helmet, crimson eyes flickered with ethereal light.
As he advanced, radiating overwhelming magical power, he struggled to ignore the endless stream of bizarre words and visions that surfaced in his mind.
For nothing could take precedence over the Creator and Eternal Sovereign.
– Are you listening, my servant?
To the Sovereign’s voice echoing like a phantom whisper, the Black Knight answered softly.
– Yes, my Sovereign.
He never became aware of it until the very end.
The fact that his hand was now fumbling through some crevice in his armor.

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