Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 216

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 216

Episode 216. Villopoze, the Dungeon Town (3)

“Ebebebe. I can’t hear you. Ebebebebe.”

Mangnyeom suddenly covered both ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. She shook her head left and right like a child throwing a tantrum.

Adelia’s expression began to change gradually as she watched this scene.

At first it was bewilderment, then gradually disappointment.

Finally, a complex emotion mixed with slight contempt crossed her face.

─That thing… is a Heretic…?

Her expression seemed to say exactly that.

Just a few minutes ago, Adelia had been admiring Mangnyeom’s combat skills. She had been mesmerized by the dignity of the twelfth Sword Master she had admired since childhood.

But now.

Her fantasy was completely shattered by the sight of this immature person covering her ears and throwing a tantrum.

“The Protagonist…”

Swish-.

Adelia carefully approached my side and whispered.

“…When Pean was here, she said she couldn’t remember his name and called him Tyrant Dragon, but now she’s calling Tyrant Dragon ‘Pean’?”

Adelia continued with genuine bewilderment.

“Isn’t she just doing this on purpose to annoy us?”

“…”

Well.

I couldn’t know that either.

Even in the game, Mangnyeom would show symptoms of selective memory loss whenever situations became unfavorable to her.

But no one could question it.

What could you do when the constraints of the sacred oath actually existed?

‘…It’s truly a hopeless situation.’

There would be nothing Tyrant Dragon could do about it.

After all, even in the game, Mangnyeom was the only NPC you’d lose to in arguments even with maxed-out speech stats, so that says it all.

Eventually, Tyrant Dragon shook his head and essentially declared surrender.

“Damn… Heukgol must feel wronged…”

Thud-.

Tyrant Dragon sat down on a chair prepared in the room and let out a sigh.

When no one pursued her further, Mangnyeom stopped her “ebebebe” ear-covering and returned to her usual vacant expression.

She looked back and forth between the greatsword leaning against the wall and the rapier at her waist with an indifferent gaze, then suddenly approached me cautiously.

“Gaon, if you don’t like your current divine weapon, come tell me secretly.”

“…?”

“I’ll draw a new one for you.”

“What…!”

As soon as Mangnyeom’s free gacha declaration ended, Tyrant Dragon, who had been sitting in the chair, jumped up again.

He pointed and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Hey, you corrupt bastard!”

“…Did you get dementia too? I’m not corrupt, I’m Mangnyeom.”

“You’re doing this on purpose right now! Huh? To make me angry?”

“Why are you like this? Don’t be angry. If you’re dissatisfied, should I draw a new one for you too, Pean?”

“It’s Tyrant Dragon! And if you can draw new ones, draw Heukgol’s sword!”

“Huh? Who’s Heukgol? I don’t remember.”

“This damn…”

Tyrant Dragon wasn’t the only one making loud noises.

Tremble tremble-.

The Feather Sword vibrated intensely, apparently angry.

Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword’s furious voice echoed in my head.

[How dare she say such blasphemous things…! To brazenly suggest switching to a new divine weapon right in front of me…!]

“…”

[Just cut her down! There’s no need to keep alive someone who spouts such nonsense!]

‘…Calm down. I have no intention of taking another sword anyway.’

Whew-.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

On one side, Tyrant Dragon was shouting angrily, and on the other side, the Feather Sword was screeching loudly.

It took quite a long time to calm down the excited Tyrant Dragon and Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword.

“Hehehe.”

Meanwhile, the Dwarf Village Chief just watched the entire farce with laughter. As calmly as if watching a scene from daily life.

He seemed already quite accustomed to the strange behavior of Sword Masters. Having spent a long time with Mangnyeom, he must have witnessed such situations countless times.

* * *

Horok-.

Peace finally came to the cave that had been noisy for a while.

The Dwarf Village Chief brought out warm tea and simple refreshments.

We sat around a large wooden table and listened to his story.

“First, let me explain about our Vilopozy.”

Except for Mangnyeom, everyone was visiting Vilopozy for the first time. As such, a simple introduction to the village was necessary.

The village chief began his explanation while stroking his beard. His voice was dripping with pride for his hometown.

【Vilopozy (Below-Forge)】

As the name suggested, this village was an underground forge.

“Originally, this place was an ancient dragon’s lair.”

“…”

“In ancient times, a massive dragon slept deep in this land. But when that era ended, the dragon also met its end.”

“…”

“The magic power emanating from the dead dragon’s corpse met with the magma deep underground, forming a special volcano. Unlike ordinary volcanoes, it’s a sacred flame imbued with the dragon’s power.”

Adelia nodded with an interested expression.

“Using that special heat, our dwarf ancestors built a forge. It became a place where we could create not just simple forging or casting, but even special artifacts.”

Considering the nature of dwarves, it was a natural choice.

Dwarves were a race blessed by the “God of Forge and Flame.”

They possessed a special sense for fire and metal from birth.

To them, a forge wasn’t just a workshop but the very meaning of life. Becoming an excellent craftsman was both an honor and a symbol of racial authority.

That’s why dwarves gathered to this place where they could create more special weapons.

“But… there was one problem.”

The village chief’s expression darkened slightly.

“Vilopozy is located in the Outer Citadel, far beyond the Silkroad Barrier. That means we have to protect ourselves from monsters.”

He continued methodically.

“The turrets installed around the basin are defense facilities our ancestors built. Now they’re lost technology with forgotten manufacturing methods, so repairing broken parts is the best we can do.”

More precisely, they were works from the era when the Ferrous Clan like Jeungmu were actively operating.

“However, as time passed, monster waves became increasingly fierce and dangerous. The turrets alone became difficult to handle.”

“…”

“So we came up with another method. In exchange for creating the finest tools that skilled individuals desire, we ask them to help defend Vilopozy.”

“…”

“For example, Heukgol became Vilopozy’s guardian for decades in exchange for receiving our sword.”

Ah-.

Adelia let out a small exclamation as if she understood.

On the way to Vilopozy, she had already heard the story about Heukgol’s blood-red zweihander from the Tyrant Dragon.

“And the same goes for Sir Mangnyeom. She promised to protect Vilopozy for at least another hundred years.”

Mangnyeom was still sipping her tea with a blank expression. Even though the conversation was about her, she showed no particular reaction.

“Wait a minute.”

The Tyrant Dragon, who had been quietly listening to the story, interrupted.

His gaze turned toward the rapier hanging at Mangnyeom’s waist.

“What exactly did you make for her? Don’t tell me that rapier was actually your work?”

“No. The rapier is not ours.”

The village chief shook his head and smiled.

“Can’t you feel it too, Sir Tyrant Dragon? The aura of ‘The Owner of the Flame and the Blacksmith’ emanating from that rapier?”

“…?”

Pause-.

The Tyrant Dragon stopped for a moment, watching as he stared at Mangnyeom while flaring his nostrils.

With dragon blood flowing through him, he had a special sense for flame and iron. Though only half-blooded, he should be able to distinguish the aura emanating from divine artifacts.

“Well… roughly…?”

The Tyrant Dragon shrugged and mumbled vaguely. As expected, not being a full dragon, he didn’t seem certain.

“That rapier is indeed a divine artifact made in the Sanctuary of Flames. According to Sir Mangnyeom, she received it from the Forge of the Single Flame.”

The Dwarf Village Chief continued.

“Anyway, what we crafted for Sir Mangnyeom is a ‘notebook.'”

“…A notebook?”

Swoosh-.

The Tyrant Dragon’s gaze shifted to the small pouch hanging at Mangnyeom’s waist.

A corner of an old notebook was sticking out from inside it.

“Sir Mangnyeom, with her imperfect memory, needed an auxiliary tool. So we created a special magical artifact for her.”

The village chief’s explanation continued.

“It’s not a simple notebook. It synchronizes with the user’s mind, so unnecessary records disappear automatically, and the content needed at any given moment unfolds for viewing. However, it requires periodic mana recharging.”

The village chief glanced at Mangnyeom’s notebook as he spoke.

“Hmm, but… looking at it now, the mana is almost depleted.”

Mangnyeom also nodded as if she had just realized something.

“Ah, no wonder my forgetfulness has gotten worse lately. It was because the notebook’s mana was depleted.”

“If you hand it over, we’ll fix it up for you.”

Mangnyeom handed over the notebook without hesitation, and the village chief carefully received it.

Watching this scene, Adelia murmured quietly.

“How fascinating. So it’s not just a simple forge, but you can also create such magical artifacts. I thought that was the domain of mages.”

“There are dwarves who show talent in magic as well.”

The village chief explained proudly.

“The child from our village who crafted this notebook was also an excellent mage.”

“….”

“Ah, he’s no longer a little kid now. Let me see… he should be about 212 years old this year?”

Startled-.

At that moment, Adelia’s eyes widened.

212 years old.

For some reason, it was an all too familiar number.

“By any chance….”

Adelia asked cautiously.

“Is the name of the person who made the notebook Biyolf?”

“Huh? How did you know! That’s right! Biyolf! The pride of our village! Our genius mage kid!”

Now that I think about it.

Vilopozy was also Professor Biyolf’s hometown.

* * *

“Hahahaha! It feels like just yesterday he entered Magic University as valedictorian, and now he’s not only become a professor but even seized the chancellor position!”

The village chief burst into laughter as if genuinely delighted.

“He’s made it big! Made it big!”

His face was full of pride. It was the expression of an adult hearing news of a child who left home achieving great success.

“Had you been out of contact with Professor Biyolf for a hundred years?”

“Yes. You could say that.”

When Adelia asked cautiously, the village chief shrugged and answered.

“I’m busy with forge work and managing the village. I don’t have the capacity to worry about affairs outside the village. Biyolf must have been busy too. Above all….”

The village chief paused for a moment, then finally brought up the main point.

“The village atmosphere has become increasingly ominous lately. The monster waves have become much more ferocious in recent years.”

I watched his serious expression. It seemed like this wasn’t a simple problem.

“At first it was just packs of Scavenger Wolves, but the scale of those groups kept growing… and sometimes higher-tier monsters would swarm in. Eventually, even unidentifiable chimeras started appearing.”

Pause-.

The village chief stopped mid-sentence after rattling off his explanation.

He looked around at all of us and asked with a serious expression.

“So.”

“….”

“What brings you Protagonists to our village?”

The Tyrant Dragon answered.

“What else! I came to find a child who will become my disciple…!”

“Let me propose a deal, Village Chief.”

I quickly cut off the Tyrant Dragon’s words and brought up our business.

“We’ll eliminate the source of the monster waves for you.”

“Pardon?”

“In exchange, guide us to the Sisterhood of the Forsaken first.”

* * *

“Mmm….”

Click.

Muwolcha clicked her mouse while making a sound of regret.

The two-week vacation given as compensation for the crunch period was really coming to an end.

Tomorrow she would have to return to the company.

“…Sigh, I don’t want to go to work.”

Plop-.

She lay down on her bed and sighed while looking at the ceiling.

On the monitor sitting on the desk beside her, Roel’s main screen was glittering. As if whispering for her to come and play.

Muwolcha was standing at an important crossroads in life.

Should she go to bed early and greet tomorrow’s work with a refreshed mind? Or should she start her monumental 200th playthrough and pull an all-nighter?

A healthy member of society would naturally choose the former. But she was already a Roel veteran who had completed 199 playthroughs.

200th playthrough.

The meaning that number carried was bound to be special.

“What’s the point of even thinking about it.”

Her deliberation wasn’t long. The answer had been decided from the start anyway.

Click-.

Muwolcha got up and sat in front of her desk. Then she opened the character customization window to start her 200th playthrough.

Ding-!

A familiar interface appeared on the monitor screen.

It was a character creation window she must have seen hundreds of times, but perhaps because of the special significance of the 200th playthrough, today felt somehow more exciting.

The job selection was naturally Martial Artist.

It was the class she had loved most during her 199 playthroughs, and also the field she was most confident in.

The starting point for Martial Arts was the laboratory of an Ataraxy-affiliated black magician located near Vilopozy.

‘Then the human experiments fail, and on the third day, you get sold to the Underground Fighting Arena.’

Anyway.

The most important part was setting the character’s appearance.

Muwolcha carefully adjusted the sliders, creating the perfect character.

It had to be a special appearance worthy of the 200th playthrough.

A few minutes later, a satisfying result was completed.

[Muwolcha]: Sharing character customization to commemorate 200th playthrough.

[Muwolcha]: (Photo)

└[Kongiabum]: ? What is that thing

└[Nadigondujjang]: (°⌓°;)

└[Siwoncoi]: Sis… please…

└[Seongbronze]: There must be a reason you’re doing this…

└[Roelzoa]: Roel is truly a trash game, seeing that such character customization is allowed, it should just die. Roel is truly a trash game, seeing that such character customization is allowed, it should just die

[Muwolcha]: …Don’t you guys find this funny?

└[Kongiabum]: No, I think I saw that thing at Camillo’s Corpse Exhibition for real

└[Siwoncoi]: Where did the person who posted about the Corpse Exhibition being scary go?

└[Roelzoa]: Roel has corrupted people… Roel has corrupted people… Roel has corrupted people…

└[Seongbronze]: Can’t you just remove like 13 of those eyeballs?

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