Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 218

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 218

Episode 218. The Sisterhood of the Forsaken, and Muwolcha (1)

The situation I had been worried about had occurred.

Ding, ding, ding-!

Endless notification sounds ringing in my ears.

It felt like someone was frantically banging a bell inside my brain.

[Strawberry Latte] : Let the celebration dance begin!

[Strawberry Latte] : ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

‘So it finally… came to this…’

That’s right.

Strawberry Latte’s chat window had finally been unlocked.

Actually, I had somewhat expected this to happen.

It was something I had discussed with Strawberry Latte just a few weeks ago.

─Usually communities or groups are established with three or more people. Two people is too ambiguous to even call a group.

That wasn’t all.

I had also heard from Upapa that the community functions would unlock one by one.

And now, that moment had finally arrived.

Ding-!

〔Muwolcha has started their 200th playthrough.〕

〔The third player is entering the world.〕

Muwolcha.

Ranked 3rd in the Hall of Fame, a player who specialized in raising Martial Arts characters.

A ranker also famous for bizarre customization.

She had fallen into this damned world.

[The Protagonist] : Muwolcha got possessed.

Thud-.

The moment I sent that fact via private message, Strawberry Latte’s cheerful dance stopped.

Having immediately sensed the seriousness, he began assessing the situation.

[Strawberry Latte] : ?

[Strawberry Latte] : What? Really? Muwolcha appeared in my private message list.

[Strawberry Latte] : I was wondering why the chat window suddenly unlocked.

This confirmed one thing.

It seemed Strawberry Latte didn’t receive a separate System Message notifying him of Muwolcha’s possession.

Well.

No matter how cheerful and innocent his personality was, he wasn’t tactless enough to carelessly make a fuss when a third possessed person had appeared.

[The Protagonist] : Currently in Vilopozy. Meeting with Sisterhood of the Forsaken. Busy. You brief Muwolcha on the situation.

I sent as concise a message as possible, containing only the essentials.

I didn’t have the luxury to ramble on with long explanations.

Before long, a response came back from Strawberry Latte.

Ding-!

[Strawberry Latte] : ☑

Swoosh-.

After confirming Strawberry Latte’s response, I closed the private message window and looked straight ahead again.

Bilopongi Village Hall.

Amid the gentle spread of warm tea fragrance, the Dwarf Village Chief was still staring intently at me.

In his eyes lay deep suspicion along with the determination to get answers no matter what.

“Who… exactly are you?”

Knowing enough about the Twelve Sword Masters to be frustrated about my identity that seemed to have fallen from the sky was understandable.

I gave a simple and clear answer.

“The Thirteenth Sword Master, Gaon.”

“…!”

The Village Chief’s eyes widened greatly. As if he had heard a completely unexpected answer.

“Th-thirteenth… you mean a new Sword Master was born after Master Mangnyeom? I’ve never heard such news…”

“Of course not.”

Then, Tyrant Dragon, who was beside me, muttered lowly.

“It’s only been a little over three months since this guy became a Sword Master. How could such information have spread all the way to the Outer Citadel stuck in a corner like Vilopozy?”

“…?”

Pause-.

The Dwarf Village Chief who heard Tyrant Dragon’s words fell into even deeper confusion.

Only three months since becoming a Sword Master? Then why exactly were veteran Sword Masters like Mangnyeom and Tyrant Dragon following this young heretic?

His expression seemed to harbor such questions.

As if reading the Village Chief’s thoughts, Tyrant Dragon snorted and continued speaking.

“If you heard about what he accomplished in those three months, you’d understand. Not only did he single-handedly annihilate the Middle Temple Traditionalists, but he also took down two of the Five Nightmares.”

“Wh-what do you mean…”

The Dwarf Village Chief’s voice began to tremble.

He seemed to be gradually realizing that I was no ordinary existence.

I looked at the confused Village Chief and spoke calmly.

“Village Chief.”

“…Yes.”

“What’s important isn’t who I am, but what I can do.”

I continued my explanation while keeping my gaze fixed on him.

“I have already declared my intention to protect the Sisterhood of the Forsaken according to the will of The Great Elders. On top of that, I promised to eliminate the source of the monster waves that have been tormenting Vilopozy.”

The Village Chief held his breath and focused on my words.

“In such a situation, is there any reason to doubt me?”

“…”

Upon hearing those words, the Dwarf Village Chief fell into deep contemplation for a moment.

Countless calculations must have been running through his head.

The safety of all of Vilopozy. The existence of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken. And even the conditions I had presented.

Only after a long while did he slowly nod his head.

“…I understand.”

The Village Chief stood up from his seat with a determined expression.

Though anxiety still remained on his face, something like hope was also visible.

“I’ll guide you right away. To where the Sisterhood of the Forsaken is.”

It was when everyone was following the Village Chief’s footsteps.

“Gaon.”

Tyrant Dragon approached carefully from the side and whispered.

“When is my disciple going to appear?”

“…?”

“Don’t tell me I have to take a dwarf as my disciple? Raising a short little dwarf doesn’t seem like it would be fun.”

…Wait a minute, you bastard.

* * *

Wintershield Magic Academy research lab.

Strawberry Latte silently gazed out the window.

Beyond the courtyard where white snow had piled up softly, memories from a few days ago suddenly came back vividly.

The very moment when she first fell into this world.

“….”

The shock of being suddenly trapped in an unfamiliar body.

The chaos until accepting the fact that this place was a world inside a game.

And above all.

The desperate loneliness of being thrown into this vast world.

〔Trait: Cold Rationality〕

If she hadn’t possessed this trait when she was transported into Roel….

She might have fallen into panic right on the spot.

Ding-!

Right at that moment.

The message window that appeared before her eyes.

[Middle Finger]: Congratulations on your possession.

[Middle Finger]: Wintershield Magic Academy?

She still remembered it vividly.

How much comfort those two short lines of message had provided.

The fact that she wasn’t the only one who had been transported into Roel pulled her out of the pit of despair.

‘Now it’s my turn to play that role.’

Strawberry Latte turned her gaze to the message window. Then she began carefully organizing the explanation to send to Muwolcha.

It wouldn’t be difficult.

She just had to organize and send all the matters that Gaon had conveyed when she was transported.

The current situation and the point of possession.

The major branching points that had changed from the original story’s flow.

And most importantly….

“Taragon!”

Startled-.

Right at that moment.

Professor Biyolf on the opposite side of the research lab called out to Strawberry Latte.

Looking this way with his usual pleased expression.

“Is the task I assigned you progressing well?”

“…I’m just finishing it up now, Professor.”

“Hahaha! That’s you alright! Your work processing is incredibly fast! But don’t overdo it! Understood?”

Nod-.

Strawberry Latte nodded with a small sigh and fixed her gaze on the message window again.

She had sent quite a lot of explanation so far. From experience, she would soon hit the transmission limit.

‘There’s no time to drag this out any longer.’

This was truly the last moment.

It was her turn to pass on the comfort she had received to someone else.

Her fingertips trembled slightly. She knew how much this message would mean to Muwolcha.

[Strawberry Latte (Me)]: Don’t worry.

[Strawberry Latte (Me)]: Middle Finger hyung will come to rescue you.

A moment of silence passed.

And soon after, a short reply arrived from Muwolcha.

Exactly the same as what Strawberry Latte had sent to Gaon back then… a concise yet comprehensive response.

[Muwolcha]: ☑

* * *

“Dragons are creatures of obsession.”

Among the cultivation tanks where fluorescent liquid was bubbling, the Black Mage began his explanation with an excited voice.

His eyes gleamed with mad passion.

“Dragons instinctively obsess over something. Some over gold and treasures, some over wisdom, and others over creation and art….”

The Black Mage’s voice grew more and more elevated.

“The ‘Masters of Mana and Mysteries,’ the origin of magic, were also founded by the Dragon Clan, weren’t they?”

“….”

“Therefore, it’s no exaggeration to say that all mages who follow them are born with the temperament of the Dragon Clan!”

He struck his chest and proudly exclaimed.

“It’s only natural that I’m obsessed with the corpse of an ancient dragon!”

The corpse of an ancient dragon sleeping deep in Vilopozy’s volcano. Reviving it was his ultimate goal.

“It can even combine with a brain core! Creating a Thunder Zombie Dragon with my own hands! Aaaaah! Just imagining it makes my whole body tremble! My brain feels like it’s melting!”

“….”

The Black Mage began flailing his arms and going wild.

A woman watching this spectacle frowned.

Dorico Shiro.

She was a Worshipper of Evil Gods who had come here to help with the ancient dragon’s revival while creating a ‘vessel’ to contain the Second Apostle.

“Hmm.”

She muttered with a disgusted expression.

“You really have… unique tastes….”

She couldn’t understand getting so enthusiastic about something called a Thunder Zombie Dragon.

Though it wasn’t her place to say as a Worshipper of Evil Gods, all Black Mages had a screw loose somewhere.

Pause-.

Right at that moment.

Her expression crumpled as she looked at one of the cultivation tanks.

“…Yeah. Definitely unique.”

Feeling Dorico Shiro’s cold gaze, the Black Mage hastily protested.

“I didn’t make that one though?”

He still couldn’t understand it.

He had searched through all the experimental data, but there wasn’t a single factor among the traits he had manipulated that could cause such a mutation.

But Dorico Shiro didn’t believe the Black Mage’s words at all.

“If you didn’t make it, then who did?”

“It occurred naturally.”

“You expect me to believe that…?”

“…It’s true though.”

* * *

Thud, thud-.

We left the cave room and walked along Vilopozy’s complex passages.

Narrow passages carved into the ravine walls connected like a maze, and the hammering sounds from various places gradually grew distant.

The Village Chief’s steps were cautious.

His expression was also much darker. Arranging a meeting with the Sisterhood of the Forsaken seemed like a great burden to him.

The deeper we went, the quieter the surroundings became. A silent area where neither the noise from the forges nor the voices of the dwarves could be heard.

Finally, the Village Chief stopped in front of a door.

“This is the room.”

At last.

The moment I had been waiting for so long had arrived.

‘The Sisterhood of the Forsaken.’

The tragic product born from the horrific experiments of the Middle Temple Traditionalists.

However, at the same time, if I could establish a good relationship with them, they would become a force that could greatly help the player in the future…

And the only key to rescuing Muwolcha, who would currently be trapped in the Black Mage’s laboratory, which serves as the starting point for Martial Arts characters.

‘Everything in the future will be determined by how I establish my relationship with them.’

Inhale, exhale-.

I slowly drew in a breath. The cold air filled my lungs and calmed my tense nerves.

Then I opened the door and carefully entered the room.

Creeeeak──.

The door slowly opened.

Inside the spacious room, a long wooden table was placed with several chairs arranged around it.

But what caught my attention wasn’t the furniture.

The women sitting around the table.

All with identical faces. The same hair color and hairstyle. Women with identical appearances sat in a row like multiple mirrors lined up.

Except for the different eye colors, they were almost impossible to distinguish from each other.

“…”

“…”

“…”

They were all looking this way with mechanical expressions. Expressionless faces that showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

Then, a small figure sitting at the very end of the table stood up.

A girl with the same face as the others but much younger in appearance. The child, who appeared to be around ten years old, slightly bowed her head toward us in greeting.

“Hello, Protagonists. My aunts say they’re pleased to meet…”

“Are you my disciple?”

“…?”

At Tyrant Dragon’s sudden remark, The Girl tilted her head in confusion.

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