Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 258

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 258

Episode 258. The Second Hero, Muwolcha (3)

Swoosh-.

I looked around the meeting room and thought to myself.

‘With this, the first agenda item has passed successfully.’

Thanks to my support, Muwolcha was able to be recognized as the second hero in one fell swoop.

Ah, of course.

It wasn’t as if she was just randomly recognized as a hero without any proof.

After all, heroes are those who exist to save this world according to the will of the Elders. Therefore, Muwolcha had to prove that she had the capability to do so.

And.

Naturally, this was successful.

Muwolcha had plenty of 「Skills」 and 「Traits」 that could prove the Elders’ favor.

Wooong, woooooong-!

A few minutes ago.

When Muwolcha demonstrated her proof in front of everyone.

The air vibrated, and the entire meeting room trembled slightly.

The ceiling, walls, and floor. As if invisible waves were spreading in all directions.

Whooooosh-!

The next moment, light burst forth from above the ceiling.

No.

To be precise, the expression ‘burst forth’ wasn’t quite right. It would be more accurate to say that divine radiance began streaming down from the sky.

─Th, this is…

An exclamation flowed from someone’s lips.

Because brilliant golden light enveloped Muwolcha.

A scene similar to when The Saintess received revelations.

This meant that the will of the Elders themselves had directly manifested.

【Blessing of The Great Ones】

A 7-star buff skill.

Blessing of The Great Ones.

An ability that enhanced physical capabilities by receiving direct blessing from the Elders.

One of the core starting skills obtained when investing points in divine power.

‘The usage effect itself isn’t particularly special, but…’

Since its visual effects were so spectacular, it was practically considered an essential skill.

No matter how terrible-looking a character you created, if you used this skill just once in front of Middle Temple people, they would all inevitably become favorable toward you.

Universal charm… no, perhaps it could be said to be a skill that provided tremendous convenience, at least within Middle Temple.

Of course, to obtain this skill you had to sacrifice other stats, but since it was a starting ability that martial artists absolutely had to acquire, there were no other options.

Anyway.

After showing them the use of that skill, even the priests and paladins who had been uncertain could no longer deny the fact that Muwolcha had been recognized by The Great Ones.

‘And…’

When they learned the full story of how Muwolcha had ended up in this state(?), they were enraged.

They were filled with anger at the fact that a Black Mage had turned a hero chosen by The Great Ones into such a horrific state through terrible experiments.

Eventually, they went so far as to declare Hodupayi a public enemy of Middle Temple.

Of course.

‘It’s not just because of Muwolcha.’

From the beginning, the Black Mage Hodupayi was capable of creating dozens of chimera legions. And in large quantities within a short period.

This could pose a real threat to the Holy City. Since the possibility of those chimeras eventually swarming toward the Holy City couldn’t be ruled out.

Therefore, Middle Temple immediately put Hodupayi on their elimination target list.

As the first agenda item concluded, High Priest Belmang looked around the meeting room and solemnly spoke.

“Now, moving on to the second agenda item…”

After pausing for a moment, he declared in an even heavier voice.

“We will begin discussions regarding the Great Migration of Vilopozy.”

* * *

Thud, thud-.

Hodupayi and Dorico Shiro entered the laboratory where giant cultivation tanks were lined up in rows.

The sound of their footsteps echoed hollowly.

“Phew…”

Hodupayi looked around and smiled with satisfaction.

“Home really is the best, home.”

Hodupayi gently stroked a cultivation tank while smiling softly. His appearance was strangely overflowing with affection.

“By the way, Hodupayi.”

“Yes?”

“You’ve always wanted to create a Thunder Zombie Dragon, haven’t you.”

“That’s right.”

“But now that you’ve completed the Ruined Dragon Black Thunder Star, you’ve finally achieved your long-cherished wish, haven’t you?”

“Ah…”

Hodupayi scratched his chin with a troubled expression.

“Well. I still have 27 more creatures I want to create.”

“What?”

“They’re things I desire just as desperately as I wanted to create the Thunder Zombie Dragon. I want to try making all of them.”

Hodupayi’s voice was filled with sincerity.

“For reference, when I first became a Black Mage, there were only 3. But as I kept creating, the number gradually increased.”

“…”

“Hmm. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to escape from this obsession.”

A self-deprecating laugh flowed from his lips.

Dorico Shiro fell silent for a moment.

Hodupayi’s obsession wasn’t simply about one Thunder Zombie Dragon.

It was focused on the birth of bizarre creatures itself.

“Well, whatever, setting that aside…”

Dorico Shiro slowly turned her head.

In one corner of the laboratory.

Inside a cryogenic preservation device was the stored head of Baekryong.

Zahhar’s severed head maintained its imposing form while receiving the cold light of magical circles.

“…What exactly are you planning to make with that thing?”

* * *

In the darkness.

Baekryong Zahhar was lost in contemplation.

‘Death is truly an unpleasant thing.’

His connections to the world were being severed one by one. The warm blood grew cold, and his heart’s beating gradually stopped.

All his senses collapsed. Color disappeared from his vision, sounds grew distant from his ears, and scents evaporated from his nose.

The last thing remaining was consciousness, but even that was scattering like mist.

‘Is this how I… fade away like this…’

It was frustrating yet peaceful at the same time. Pain, anger, everything was gradually becoming dull.

It was the process of existence itself becoming faint.

If this was death, perhaps it wasn’t as bad as he thought…

─… Lord Har!

That was when it happened.

An unpleasant voice echoed in his ears.

─Lord Zahhar! Open your eyes!

That unwelcome sound, like being forcibly awakened from deep sleep.

Whoooosh-!

At the same time, something hot enveloped his entire body. The fading senses began to return one by one.

Blood flowed again through his cold veins, and his stopped heart began beating forcibly.

‘What is this…?’

Thump, thump-.

His hazy consciousness gradually became clear.

Light seeped into the darkness where nothing had existed.

“Su, success! He finally opened his eyes!”

An excited voice was heard.

“What is this… exactly…”

Zahhar slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Hodupayi’s face. Unlike usual, he was looking down at him with a flushed expression.

Beside him stood Dorico Shiro. Her usual innocent smile was gone. She wore a strange expression.

‘Wait a moment.’

Zahhar’s memories slowly returned.

The battle with the Tyrant Dragon. His confusion at the new Transcendent Realm. And the sharp sensation of Pokryeomdo slicing through his neck.

“Surely… I should have died…?”

“Th, that’s right. But we brought you back to life.”

“…”

Pause-.

Zahhar remained silent for a moment.

Dorico Shiro. A master of necromancy and illusion magic. One of the few beings who could breathe souls into the shells of the dead.

And Hodupayi. A master of chimera synthesis. A Black Mage who created new life forms using corpses.

These two had joined forces to resurrect him.

“Huu… Damn it.”

Zahhar muttered lowly.

“When I was fighting the Tyrant Dragon, you just stood there watching.”

Surge-.

Unpleasant emotions welled up.

He felt no gratitude whatsoever. It only made him feel more disgusted.

“And now, after I’m dead, you save me like this?”

A sneer mixed with disbelief escaped him.

Hodupayi scratched the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

“Well, you see… that’s…”

“Shut up.”

Zahhar coldly cut him off.

“I’ll make you regret keeping me alive like this, Hodupayi. I’ll report your negligence to Ataraxia Headquarters and drastically cut your budget from now on…”

Cock-a-doodle-doo-.

Zahhar, who had been continuing his words, suddenly closed his mouth.

Because he suddenly heard a rooster’s crow from somewhere.

“…?”

At that moment.

Zahhar belatedly realized one fact.

Something was strange.

His body’s sensations were different from usual.

No, saying it was simply different wasn’t enough. It seemed like he had become something completely different.

“Wait a minute… what is this…”

“Congratulations, Lord Zahhar.”

Hodupayi said with a smile.

“How does it feel to be reincarnated as a Cockatrice?”

“…What did you say?”

* * *

The second agenda item was presented.

The Great Migration of Vilopozy.

It was the task of moving hundreds of Dwarves to Wintershield Magic Academy.

It wasn’t simply a matter of moving just the Dwarves, but all the facilities in Vilopozy had to be relocated as well.

It was a large-scale operation that required the combined efforts of three forces: the Ruin Guild, Wintershield, and Middle Temple.

“The Protagonist.”

One Priest cautiously raised his hand.

“I have something I would like to say, but if it would not be presumptuous, may I speak?”

His tone was extremely formal.

“Speak.”

“Even though there was an Elder’s revelation to relocate the Dwarves’ dwelling… I am concerned whether it is proper to immediately undertake such a vast enterprise based on the revelation of one Heretic, not even The Saintess’s revelation.”

Murmur murmur-.

Small whispers flowed from various parts of the meeting room.

“That is not all.”

The Priest continued speaking.

“Moving all of Vilopozy to Wintershield will require enormous resources. I’m not sure if we can arrive safely without any damage during the journey through the Uncharted Wilderness.”

He paused to catch his breath, then revealed his true thoughts.

“The Protagonist said the desired timeframe is within a month. However, I think it would be right to spend at least several years carefully considering and finding the optimal route and method…”

“No.”

I cut off his words.

“There’s no need to worry.”

The meeting room became quiet. Everyone’s gaze focused on me.

I slowly opened my mouth.

“Because I have a good plan.”

* * *

‘To speak coldly.’

The Gaon that Arwen von Goldhart had observed so far was someone who engaged in various eccentric behaviors.

He showed actions that others couldn’t understand and didn’t hesitate to make choices outside common sense.

Of course, Arwen knew.

That all those eccentric behaviors were for saving the world from its end. And that they actually produced really good results.

However.

“G-Gaon?”

Even so, this was a bit much.

This seemed like quite a stretch.

“This person… is really the key figure in this plan?”

“That’s right.”

Gaon nodded nonchalantly, and Arwen looked at the person before him with suspicious eyes.

“…”

It was a bent old man.

A wrinkled face. Bushy beard. Worn-out clothes.

And beside him stood a donkey with a stupid expression, chewing on a carrot with loud crunching sounds.

“Uh, so…”

The old man looked around nervously and whispered quietly to Gaon.

“Um, if this job goes well, all my debts will be cleared… right…?”

“…”

“…”

At this sight, the faces of the clerics and paladins hardened again.

However.

For some reason, only Adelia was looking at the donkey and old man with an expression of complete trust.

‘Is this… right…?’

Arwen fell into extreme confusion.

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