The Automatic Rooting Range Is Too Wide - Chapter 136

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Auto Looting Range Too Wide Episode 136

Episode 136: Avatar of Tooshin (2)

The warriors’ misunderstanding was not easily resolved.

It was only solved after Alcamalca stepped in.

“Sir Mincheol here is not an avatar of Tooshin.”

“But an ability to bring items without any conditions. This can only be a divine power bestowed by Tooshin….”

“Have you forgotten what kind of family yours is? It has served Tooshin for generations. There’s no way I would be mistaken.”

Even so, clearing up the misunderstanding wasn’t easy.

It was only after the castle lord explained for a long time that they barely accepted it.

“Then you’re saying this ridiculous ability was obtained through an Ancestral Spirit?”

“Just what kind of ancestor are you serving to have such an absurd ability….”

“Perhaps you have an ancient hero as an ancestor.”

The warriors looked at Mincheol with eyes full of admiration.

Mincheol, who had been watching the conversation between the castle lord and warriors, was bewildered in many ways.

‘Is it that impressive?’

Having experienced it so far, Mincheol, as the owner, knew better than anyone that Auto Looting was an amazing skill.

But he wondered if it was impressive enough to be mistaken for an avatar of ‘Tooshin’.

It was just bringing items, after all.

“You must be surprised seeing the warriors’ reaction. Don’t misunderstand. They’re usually reliable soldiers.”

Alcamalca whispered to Mincheol.

“Castle Lord, may I ask a question?”

“Feel free to ask anything.”

“Why does everyone mistake me for an avatar of Tooshin? It’s not a power that suits Tooshin, is it?”

At Mincheol’s words, Alcamalca burst into laughter.

“Nothing is impossible for Tooshin. The warriors who have received divine powers from Tooshin so far have displayed abilities of all kinds.”

Ah.

So it seemed Tooshin wasn’t a deity specialized only in combat.

“I have a few more things to tell you all.”

Alcamalca spoke to the warriors.

“Sir Mincheol’s ability isn’t just this. He also has powerful spear-throwing skills. Sir Mincheol is the one who destroyed the siege tower.”

Surprise appeared on the warriors’ faces.

“The orc who smashed the siege tower in one blow was an avatar of Tooshin… no, that variant?”

“Amazing. I’ve never seen such powerful spear-throwing technique in my life.”

Of course, not everyone showed a positive reaction.

“…Did you say spear-throwing?”

Kurmakdurumak.

The orc with the most scars among the warriors was different.

“An orc should fight close enough to feel the enemy’s breath. But spear-throwing?”

“Sir Kurmakdurumak, please calm down. Thanks to that, weren’t we able to stop the barbarians without great losses?”

“That’s right. If we had to go down to destroy the siege tower, we wouldn’t have returned alive.”

The other warriors tried to stop Kurmakdurumak.

But he didn’t calm down easily.

“Stop them without great losses? What kind of cowardly talk is that!”

“That’s not what we meant….”

“Since when have orcs feared death! Even if the fortress gate had been breached, the soldiers would have gladly accepted death! Not avoiding battle is an orc’s honor!”

Mincheol looked at Kurmakdurumak with a bewildered expression.

‘Is this orc crazy?’

It was good that the soldiers didn’t die. He couldn’t understand why he was getting angry.

“Castle Lord, banish that dishonorable variant immediately!”

“I cannot do that.”

Alcamalca said firmly.

“Sir Mincheol’s ability is essential to us. I intend to appoint Sir Mincheol as a warrior to fight against the Northern Army.”

Alcamalca’s statement was like a bomb.

“A warrior? Did you say warrior?”

“Castle Lord! How can you appoint a variant as a warrior?”

“This is absurd! I absolutely cannot accept this!”

The warriors rebelled in unison.

Kurmakdurumak was especially fierce in his opposition.

Thud.

He stood up from his seat and approached the castle lord.

“Castle Lord, I won’t speak at length. Withdraw that order.”

“Sir Mincheol has the skills befitting a warrior.”

“Skills? You call it skills when this coward throws spears from afar despite being an orc?”

Blood vessels bulged in Kurmakdurumak’s neck.

It was a sight that showed how angry he was.

“And this is a matter of honor before skills. You cannot appoint someone who doesn’t know orcish honor as a warrior!”

Kurmakdurumak shouted.

Watching this, Mincheol’s bewilderment grew even more.

‘Is he really a retainer? No matter how I look at it, he doesn’t seem like one.’

Even if a warrior was a great position, Alcamalca was the castle lord.

It didn’t seem normal for a retainer to shout at their lord.

“The previous castle lord would have beaten the ground in lamentation if he had seen this!”

“My father and I are different. Don’t mention him privately.”

The moment he heard that conversation, Mincheol realized.

‘Alcamalca may be the castle lord, but his position is precarious.’

A young castle lord.

Older meritorious retainers.

Alcamalca’s authority was not solid.

“Castle Lord! Withdraw the order!”

“Don’t defile our honor!”

It wasn’t just Kurmakdurumak. Other warriors were also opposing the castle lord’s decision.

“….”

Amid the barrage of protests, Alcamalca kept his mouth tightly shut.

Mincheol’s first impression of Alcamalca had been strength.

A young, confident castle lord.

But the Alcamalca he saw now looked too fragile.

‘At this rate, I’ll be kicked out of the warriors.’

It was a position that only existed within the Tower anyway. He didn’t have any particular attachment to it.

But he had no intention of backing down quietly.

‘I need to get compensated!’

Of course, even if he stepped down from being a warrior, he could receive rewards if he achieved merit.

But in a situation where there was strong opposition even to Mincheol becoming a warrior, would he be able to receive rewards even if he achieved merit?

Wouldn’t the warriors look at him unfavorably again?

‘But how do I keep the warrior position?’

Alcamalca alone couldn’t reverse the situation.

That meant Mincheol had to step forward.

The problem was the method.

‘Come to think of it, before entering the meeting room, didn’t they say the problem was that the warriors were too orcish?’

Conversely, it meant he could persuade the warriors if he acted like an orc.

‘Being orcish….’

Mincheol didn’t know much about the orc race.

He had researched them before challenging the defensive layer, but it was only superficial knowledge.

‘Warlike, loves combat, doesn’t tolerate mockery…’

Combining this with Kurmakdurumak’s statements, it seemed he needed to excel in close combat and shouldn’t avoid fights.

‘Hmm… I think I just need to grab one and beat them up.’

That way, he could prove both his close combat skills and orcish honor.

‘Difficult, so difficult.’

Mincheol sighed inwardly.

For a peaceful, safety-seeking ordinary citizen like himself, this was a high hurdle to overcome.

‘But if I want the reward, I have no choice…’

Mincheol steeled his resolve and spoke to Kurmakdurumak.

“An old dog that bites its master has no shortage of words.”

A moment of silence passed.

Everyone’s gaze turned to Mincheol.

“…What did you just say?”

Kurmakdurumak asked Mincheol.

His voice was cold, but underneath it, seething anger could be felt.

“Are your ears clogged with age? I said you’re an old dog that bites its master.”

Mincheol lamented inwardly.

No matter how he looked at it, this behavior didn’t suit him at all.

“You claim to value honor. I guess you know about honor but sold off the courtesy you should show your lord?”

At times like this, he recalled Michael Alzen’s advice.

If he was going to fight anyway, it was better to seize the initiative decisively.

“Is it because you’re old? Or are you naturally lacking in intelligence?”

So Mincheol decided to push once more.

“A dog that bites its owner needs a beating. Come at me. I’ll fix that insolent attitude of yours.”

Mincheol wiggled his finger.

At that moment, killing intent burst from Kurmakdurumak’s eyes.

The old orc’s body became blurred.

Immediately after, a massive fist came rushing in.

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Kurmakdurumak’s attack was swift.

Not only that, but there wasn’t a single wasted movement.

If Mincheol hadn’t sensed the signs and prepared in advance, he would have taken a direct hit.

Mincheol bent his waist to dodge the punch.

Then he kicked at Kurmakdurumak’s knee.

He intended to strike the side and bring him to his knees.

But Kurmakdurumak’s leg didn’t even budge.

‘It’s like I hit a steel beam.’

His observation had to stop there.

Kurmakdurumak had clenched his other fist.

Mincheol leaped to the side. Right after, the fist came crashing down.

Crash-

The stone floor was smashed to pieces. Kurmakdurumak pulled out his deeply embedded fist.

“Mutant, you trash forsaken by Tooshin must be dying to get killed.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not weak enough to die to some dog.”

Kurmakdurumak’s eyes once again blazed with killing intent.

He kicked off the ground and charged. His tightly clenched fist moved to crush Mincheol’s skull.

Every time Kurmakdurumak swung his fist, a gale blew.

It seemed like taking even one hit wouldn’t end well.

‘His center of gravity is concentrated on his front legs. He’s not the type to mix in kicks.’

‘His shoulder drops slightly before throwing a punch.’

‘His footwork makes it hard to move sideways. I’ll move laterally.’

But Mincheol had analyzed Kurmakdurumak during that brief time.

Reading the trajectory one step ahead, he dodged the attack. He felt a sharp gale graze his skin.

‘Just dodging like this won’t change the atmosphere, will it?’

In Mincheol’s mind, Kurmakdurumak’s trajectory and his own movements merged together.

The moment the two movements interlocked, Mincheol moved.

Bang-

Mincheol shot forward and kicked Kurmakdurumak in the abdomen.

“That doesn’t even tickle!”

Kurmakdurumak snorted. He didn’t seem particularly damaged.

‘This much isn’t even close to enough?’

Mincheol wasn’t shocked.

Kurmakdurumak seemed to hold a high position among the warriors.

Such a person wouldn’t fall from taking one kick.

‘Then I’ll keep beating him until it works.’

Crash- Bang!

Dodging punches while striking various parts of his torso with his legs.

Each impact made a sound like air exploding.

“Th-that…”

“What in the world…”

The warriors were left speechless by their fierce battle.

“What am I seeing right now? The mutant is fighting on equal terms with Lord Kurmakdurumak?”

“Equal terms! Watch your words! This isn’t real combat!”

“It’s not real combat, but… do you think it’s possible for a mutant to face Lord Kurmakdurumak as an equal?”

The warriors were so surprised they each blurted out comments.

“…”

Alcamalca was the opposite. She kept her mouth tightly shut.

She was too shocked to speak.

“Don’t act so arrogant, you mere mutant!”

Then, Kurmakdurumak burst out shouting.

His face was flushed red and blue. He was clearly angry in a different way than before.

Mincheol sensed intuitively. Now was the time to play his winning move.

“Warriors aren’t much after all. Or is it because you’re old?”

The final provocation.

At that moment, Kurmakdurumak’s face contorted.

“You bastaaaard!”

Naturally, Kurmakdurumak’s movements became larger.

A fist swung horizontally came rushing in with terrifying force.

Then, Mincheol’s back touched the wall.

Before they knew it, the two had gotten close to the wall.

Of course, this was Mincheol’s intention.

【Activating skill ‘Black Horn Bullet Form’.】

【Consuming ‘140’ mana.】

Mincheol stepped on the wall and shot upward. Kurmakdurumak’s head was positioned below his feet.

Twisting his waist, he drove his left foot down diagonally.

The kick that fell like a guillotine aimed for Kurmakdurumak’s head.

“Hmph!”

Kurmakdurumak was no pushover either. He raised his forearm to block the kick.

But the Black Horn Bullet’s kick didn’t end with just one strike.

Mincheol put strength into his legs.

Using Kurmakdurumak’s forearm as a foothold, he spun in midair.

Unable to withstand Mincheol’s weight and the force of his legs, Kurmakdurumak’s forearm was pushed downward.

His head was completely exposed.

A second consecutive strike came crashing down toward it.

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