Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 250

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 250

Episode 250. Descent (1)

Everyone has their own preferences.

Due to circumstances, I was forced to meet various people, and I truly encountered all kinds of human characters.

If there was something I naturally realized through that process, it was that individual preferences deserve to be respected.

‘Even if it’s something beyond my understanding.’

However.

Occasionally in this world, there existed a few people with such peculiar traits that even I couldn’t understand them.

‘First of all, all of Roel’s rankers.’

Among them, if I had to pick the most extreme, I would choose Muwolcha without a moment’s hesitation.

Ah, of course.

Muwolcha was an extremely normal person.

A respectable office worker at a major game company in Pangyo. A player who didn’t do strange things in the community and posted meticulous information and analysis posts.

She even had excellent social skills.

Was it during our first meetup?

Most attendees were men, so several female players felt left out, but Muwolcha naturally led conversations and brought everyone together.

She was flawless both as a person and as a player.

That’s why.

I found such a Muwolcha even more incomprehensible.

“I have something I’m really curious about.”

On a long-awaited meetup day. Muwolcha, who was drinking beer across from me, looked at me with a curious expression.

“Oh, what? The first question Ppakgyu is asking me…”

“Why on earth do you customize like that?”

Pause-.

Muwolcha’s expression stiffened slightly.

She stared at me blankly while holding her beer glass, then burst into laughter as if finding it absurd.

Then she silently downed the rest of her beer in one gulp.

“I thought you were going to say something else…”

Pupils that seemed slightly unfocused. Face and earlobes flushed red. It was obvious she was already quite drunk.

“Hey, Ppakgyu. Let’s be honest. Am I the only one who customizes weirdly? All the other guys make theirs ridiculous too.”

“But even among them, you’re the most unique, noona.”

“Well, I guess that’s true…”

Muwolcha trailed off and continued speaking while tapping the table with her finger.

“In a world of one-eyed people, if there’s someone with two eyes, that person would be the strange one.”

“Excuse me?”

“Everyone customizes weirdly, but only you and Strawberry Latte do it normally. So you two are the strange ones.”

“…”

I still couldn’t understand. In the end, Muwolcha didn’t directly explain why she customized strangely.

Of course, I knew that character appearance subtly affects gameplay. I could understand doing it once or twice to experiment with that.

But why did she customize bizarrely every single playthrough, every time?

While I was pondering this question, Muwolcha rested her elbow on the table and continued leisurely.

“There are all sorts of reasons.”

“…”

“Games are meant to be fun, right? If a character looks ridiculous, that itself creates comedic elements.”

Hearing that, I asked.

“So do you enjoy bizarre customization for laughs too, noona?”

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

It was a firm answer.

“I have a more sophisticated reason, Ppakgyu.”

“A sophisticated reason…?”

“Now, what’s the finest experience games can offer?”

“…”

“Exactly, letting you enjoy things in a virtual world that you can’t do in reality. Among existing games, Roel depicts that most realistically.”

A strange emotion crept into Muwolcha’s voice.

“Think about it. The protagonist revered as the savior of a dying world walks around the Holy City with fluorescent skin wearing only underwear. NPCs are horrified seeing the protagonist, but they have no choice but to worship them anyway.”

Snicker-.

Muwolcha let out a snicker.

“Isn’t that funny in itself?”

“…”

“This is an experience you can’t easily have in reality.”

Muwolcha continued speaking.

“No matter how much my workplace is filled with haggard people from endless overtime, I still have to dress like a human being at minimum. At work, I have to mind others’ opinions and conform to social standards…”

Her finger slowly slid along the rim of her glass.

“I like that in Roel at least, I can just… act freely however I want.”

A brief silence fell. Muwolcha added with a hollow laugh.

“And though it’s awkward to say this myself, I am pretty.”

“…”

“Of course, there are some minor problems because of this appearance. But in most cases, I constantly receive people’s favor. Maybe that’s why playing with a bizarre appearance feels more novel and enjoyable.”

I said nothing, and Muwolcha finished with a grin.

“It’s just a game anyway, Ppakgyu.”

“…”

“Even in these bits of data, you have to live freely and enjoyably. Don’t you think?”

* * *

I know too.

It’s just a game anyway.

Everything we see through monitors was nothing but polygon masses made by connecting triangles and rectangles.

The principles governing the world were nothing but illusions created by endless repetition of two numbers, 0 and 1.

The NPCs’ emotions, their tears, their screams. All of it was just the result of pre-programmed algorithms calculating.

That’s why I created an extreme glass cannon character with all stats at 1 except sword talent.

Why?

Because it’s just a game anyway.

That’s why Muwolcha also created a fluorescent purple monster with 15 eyeballs.

Why?

Because it’s just a game anyway.

‘The problem is…’

Whooom, whooooom-.

Her figure slowly floating in the fluorescent liquid came into view.

That’s right.

The entire premise had been overturned.

Polygon masses that were merely 3D rendering data had been reconstructed into organisms composed of cells and tissues.

The virtual world that existed as code calculation results had transformed into a real space where physical laws operate and chemical reactions occur.

The world that was just a game…

Now.

Had become reality.

“Damn it.”

I was startled for a moment.

I thought my inner thoughts had unconsciously slipped out.

Fortunately, it wasn’t my voice. It was Tyrant Dragon right next to me, muttering in disbelief.

“That thing is supposed to be a hero?”

Tyrant Dragon stared intently at the cultivation tank as he spoke.

“Really?”

Swoosh-.

Tyrant Dragon turned to look at me. His eyes were full of suspicion.

“He looks like some apostle of the Evil Gods?”

“….”

“You, did you really receive proper revelation from The Great Ones?”

I answered calmly.

“I’m sure I mentioned it during the last assembly meeting? That some heroes would have unusual appearances.”

“Well, yeah… that’s true, but….”

Swoosh-.

Hearing those words, Tyrant Dragon trailed off and looked at the cultivation tank.

His expression still showed signs that this was hard to understand.

“You should pity this person, Tyrant Dragon.”

“….”

“He was originally an ordinary human. He only became corrupted like this because of the Ataraxia Black Mages’ experiments.”

I looked straight at Tyrant Dragon as I finished speaking.

“I’m going to open the cultivation tank now. He’ll be suffering more than anyone else, so absolutely don’t mention his appearance. Don’t make an issue of it either.”

* * *

‘But….’

Tyrant Dragon wore a somewhat confused expression.

‘How am I supposed to open the cultivation tank?’

The cultivation tank connected to all sorts of complex mechanical devices and tubes. Just as he was considering whether to simply smash the reinforced glass with his fist.

Beep, beep beep-.

At that moment, Gaon began skillfully operating the control panel next to him. As his fingers pressed buttons in sequence, the cultivation tank immediately responded.

Whirr, whirrr-!

Along with mechanical sounds, something could be heard operating from the lower part of the cultivation tank.

Whoooosh-.

The fluorescent liquid that had filled it began draining rapidly.

The sticky solution flowed down to the floor and was sucked somewhere through transparent tubes.

Hiss-.

Finally, the cultivation tank’s door slowly opened.

Meanwhile, Gaon hurriedly went inside to support The Monstrosity.

Carefully supporting the limp body, he came out with The Monstrosity.

“What?”

At that moment, Tyrant Dragon couldn’t help but be slightly startled.

Whirr, whirrr-.

A subtle energy flowed from The Monstrosity’s body. Faint but clearly perceptible waves.

“…Divine power?”

Tyrant Dragon’s eyes widened.

Because he could sense divine power from The Monstrosity, something only priests could possess.

Hah, hah-.

The Monstrosity breathed weakly.

Gaon carefully seated him on the laboratory floor and gave him time to calm down. Tyrant Dragon also silently watched the scene.

‘Surprising.’

He was calmer than expected.

According to Gaon, he had been an ordinary person who was used as an experimental subject.

Naturally, it wouldn’t be strange if he fell into a panic state, but The Monstrosity maintained a very composed attitude.

‘Seeing that he even possesses divine power… he’s not just an ordinary person, is he?’

A moment later.

“You are….”

Swoosh-.

The Monstrosity’s gaze turned toward Tyrant Dragon.

Fifteen eyeballs stared at him all at once. At the utterly eerie sight, Tyrant Dragon unconsciously flinched.

Right then.

“…Could you possibly be the great heretic, Lord Tyrant Dragon?”

“Huh?”

Pause-.

Tyrant Dragon couldn’t help but be slightly surprised.

To recognize his identity immediately.

Of course, Tyrant Dragon was one of the most well-known Sword Masters. Not only because of his special characteristic as a Hybrid Human-Dragon, but also because of his reputation for traveling across the entire continent seeking strong opponents.

‘But….’

Separate from that, this was the first person to recognize him at a glance and immediately show such courtesy.

Usually, the typical reaction was to mistake him for a monster upon seeing his Hybrid Human-Dragon appearance.

The Monstrosity spoke again.

“My name is Muwolcha. I am a monk practicing as a monk from the Haslpart Highlands.”

Muwolcha placed his hand on his chest and spoke respectfully.

“Although we are a branch that split from Middle Temple in the distant past, we still follow the will of The Great Ones.”

He bowed deeply and offered a courteous greeting.

“In many ways, it is an honor to meet the great Dragon Clan who inherited Elder’s will.”

“…Ah.”

Now it made sense.

Why that monstrosity could remain so calm.

‘A monk from the Haslpart Highlands….’

The puzzle pieces began fitting together in Tyrant Dragon’s mind.

Unlike the scheming priests of Middle Temple who wore the guise of clergy while playing political games, this was a true monk who cultivated the Way while following Elder’s will in seclusion from the world.

‘Hmm.’

Actually, Tyrant Dragon generally held favorable opinions of those from the Haslpart Highlands.

In the past, while wandering the continent, he had even bestowed one of his scales upon a monk from that place.

Above all.

‘I like that respectful attitude.’

Muwolcha’s humble and courteous demeanor greatly pleased Tyrant Dragon’s heart.

‘This guy is better than I thought?’

The wariness he had felt due to the appearance instantly softened.

‘He’s a decent… guy, but….’

No.

Let me correct that.

I understand he’s a decent guy. I definitely understand that.

But.

“….”

In a situation where fifteen eyeballs were staring directly at him, it was impossible to completely lower his guard.

‘…Damn, this isn’t easy.’

In the end, Tyrant Dragon had no choice but to squeeze his eyes tightly shut.

‘The root cause of all this was Ataraxy’s Black Mages, right?’

He clenched his fists tightly.

The bastards who turned the monks of Haslpart Highlands into this through horrific experiments.

I felt that I absolutely had to find them and execute them.

* * *

‘Impressive?’

I admired inwardly.

Because Muwolcha’s acting was perfect.

Right after awakening from the cultivation tank, she didn’t panic and immediately performed naturally in front of Tyrant Dragon.

Of course, Strawberry Latte must have delivered the script and situation in advance through a note. But reading it and actually executing it were completely different matters.

‘Her expression, her way of speaking…’

There wasn’t a single awkward thing about it.

She perfectly embodied the setting of being a monk from Haslpart Highlands. Her respectful attitude, humble tone, even the angle at which she bowed.

Her acting skills were far superior to Strawberry Latte’s.

‘This…’

I suddenly realized.

‘…Muwolcha’s usefulness feels far more limitless than I thought.’

For now.

I needed time alone with her.

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