The Automatic Rooting Range Is Too Wide - Chapter 83

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Auto Looting Range Too Wide Episode 83

 

Episode 83: Count (4)

 

Kwakwakwang-!

 

When Nakseongbungto struck the ground, the floor couldn’t withstand the impact and collapsed.

 

The Count had already caused explosions twice, pushing the durability to its limit.

 

Mincheol fell to the lower floor along with the debris.

 

The Count was also mixed in among the rubble.

 

The Count’s condition was miserable.

 

Most of his limbs had been blown off, and his torso was mangled like a rag.

 

“Cough.”

 

Even so, the Count was still alive.

 

It meant he was that powerful of a warrior.

 

Mincheol approached the Count.

 

It wasn’t to finish him off. Even without Mincheol’s intervention, the Count’s life was already fading away.

 

“…I never thought I would be defeated.”

 

The Count opened his mouth.

 

His wounds were so severe that even speaking seemed difficult.

 

“I wanted to obtain you, but instead I lost my life. This is why one shouldn’t be too greedy.”

 

Cough.

 

The Count spat up bright red blood.

 

The life gradually disappeared from his eyes.

 

“You are truly strong. I can say with certainty that it would be hard to find a match for you, not just in this country but even abroad.”

 

The Count slowly raised his remaining arm.

 

In that hand was gripped the Count’s beloved weapon.

 

Despite being caught up in Nakseongbungto, the side sword was pristine without a single scratch.

 

“Take it. This is my tribute to your martial prowess.”

 

The Count’s recognition.

 

At that moment, a message appeared before Mincheol’s eyes.

 

【You have received recognition from ‘Goblin Count Dureongka’.】

 

【You acquire Dureongka’s beloved weapon ‘Wrath of the Volcano’.】

 

【You obtain the title ‘One Who Defeated Dureongka’.】

 

【Title: One Who Defeated Dureongka】

 

-Effect 1. Agility +10%

 

-Effect 2. Stamina +10%

 

The strength left Dureongka’s fingers.

 

Wrath of the Volcano dropped to the ground with a thud.

 

“Nasalga is… right below… in the underground prison…”

 

The life completely disappeared from Dureongka’s eyes.

 

Soon, Dureongka turned to dust and vanished.

 

Though Dureongka had disappeared, Wrath of the Volcano still remained.

 

“You were impressive too.”

 

It wasn’t empty words but genuine.

 

The fighting style that maximized the goblin’s characteristic agility to press attacks was spine-chilling.

 

Excluding Kang Ung-hyeok, he could be called the strongest among the enemies Mincheol had encountered.

 

“I’ll gladly take this.”

 

Mincheol said this as he picked up Wrath of the Volcano.

 

The narrow blade was shaped perfectly for thrusting.

 

The Count had also mainly used thrusting rather than slashing.

 

【Wrath of the Volcano】

 

-Grade: Unique

 

-Description: A weapon created by a renowned craftsman to embody a volcano. Though it didn’t achieve its goal, it boasts tremendous power.

 

-Effect 1. Can use skill ‘Flame Explosion’.

 

-Effect 2. Can use skill ‘Flame Control’.

 

“Keu.”

 

Mincheol placed his hand on his forehead in joy.

 

The unique-grade weapon he had so desperately wanted was now in his hands.

 

And it was a one-handed sword, which Mincheol favored most.

 

“And it even comes with skills.”

 

To maximize the utility of Kaela Marbenian, he needed a weapon with built-in activation skills.

 

Just like Wrath of the Volcano.

 

“It was worth coming in prepared to die.”

 

Quite a few weapons had been damaged in the battle with the Count, but it didn’t matter.

 

Wrath of the Volcano alone more than made up for the losses.

 

Mincheol went outside while gripping Wrath of the Volcano.

 

Having defeated the Count, it was now time to rescue Nasalga.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Rumble-

 

Soldiers came rushing in.

 

The soldiers who spotted Mincheol fell into shock.

 

“Why, why is that Hop Goblin still alive?”

 

“What about the Count? What happened to the Count…”

 

Then, one soldier pointed at Wrath of the Volcano and shouted.

 

“Wr-Wrath of the Volcano! It’s the Count’s beloved weapon!”

 

“Wh-why is it in the Hop Goblin’s hands… Co-could it be?”

 

The soldiers’ faces all turned pale in unison.

 

“The Count has passed away!”

 

“Everyone run if you don’t want to die!”

 

The soldiers threw down their weapons and fled.

 

Left alone, Mincheol looked at the soldiers with a dumbfounded expression.

 

“Hey, you should at least pretend to seek revenge.”

 

It had been a chance to test Wrath of the Volcano, which was disappointing.

 

Still, thanks to all the soldiers running away, Mincheol was able to comfortably make his way down to the underground prison.

 

‘The smell is terrible.’

 

A foul odor hit him from the entrance.

 

Musty mold and urine-like smells were all mixed together.

 

When he opened the door and went inside, he saw iron bars lined up along the walls and prisoners.

 

“Hey! Please let me out! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

 

“Me too! I’m innocent too! I just beat up some rude bastard, but unluckily he died…”

 

The imprisoned criminals clung to the bars and pleaded.

 

Mincheol didn’t even glance at the criminals.

 

Not only was he uninterested, but there was no need to help them.

 

‘Where is Nasalga?’

 

Before he knew it, Mincheol’s steps had reached the end of the underground prison.

 

There was an unusually large iron cage placed there.

 

And beyond that, he could see Nasalga sitting with his back turned.

 

Fortunately, Nasalga was unharmed. There were no injuries, and no signs of torture.

 

Just as Mincheol was about to call out to Nasalga in joy.

 

“I smell blood.”

 

Mincheol hesitated at the voice that was different from usual.

 

“Dureongka, did you end up killing that guy after all?”

 

Cold and eerie. It was as if the voice itself was stained with blood.

 

“Didn’t I tell you to leave that child alone? You’re brazenly ignoring my warning.”

 

The Nasalga that Mincheol knew was an old man who was somewhat out of his mind.

 

But the Nasalga here was different.

 

It was like looking at a venomous snake. He could strongly feel the cold killing intent that would surely kill if provoked.

 

“Have you forgotten? I am the Alchemist of the Plague. While my physical strength falls far short of yours, my skill at killing surpasses anyone else’s.”

 

Nasalga slowly stood up.

 

The uneasiness Mincheol felt grew stronger.

 

“Wait a minute!”

 

Mincheol hurriedly called out to Nasalga.

 

At that moment, Nasalga whipped around at the familiar voice.

 

“Huh? How are you here?”

 

The eerie atmosphere instantly dissipated.

 

He had returned to the screw-loose Nasalga that Mincheol knew.

 

“Why am I here? I came to rescue you, Nasalga.”

 

“What about the Count? What happened to that guy?”

 

“He went to the other world.”

 

“Who? By what means? How?”

 

“I did, with a weapon, well.”

 

“You fool! Don’t talk nonsense! Do you know what kind of guy the Count is? For a greenhorn like you to…”

 

Mincheol held out the Wrath of the Volcano in front of Nasalga.

 

As soon as he saw it, Nasalga’s face went blank.

 

“…Really?”

 

“More importantly, where’s the key? We need to get out of here, don’t we?”

 

“Well, I don’t really know about that either…”

 

“Then step back for a moment.”

 

Nasalga obediently stepped back.

 

Then Mincheol swung the Wrath of the Volcano toward the iron bars.

 

Slice-

 

The iron bars made of solid metal were cut through smoothly.

 

“Wow.”

 

Mincheol couldn’t help but genuinely admire it.

 

This was the first sword with such a satisfying cutting feel.

 

It was indeed a weapon worthy of being the Count’s treasured sword.

 

“Come on, come out.”

 

Mincheol said as he opened the door.

 

Whoosh-

 

At that moment, Nasalga burst out and embraced Mincheol’s waist.

 

“Why are you being so embarrassing?”

 

Mincheol tried to push Nasalga away.

 

But Nasalga wouldn’t let go of his arms.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“…Thank goodness. Really, thank goodness.”

 

There was crying mixed in Nasalga’s voice.

 

Just like that, quietly.

 

Mincheol willingly waited for a moment for Nasalga’s sake.

 

* * *

 

After that, the two headed to the castle kitchen.

 

It turned out that while he hadn’t suffered any rough treatment from the Count, he had been starving without eating anything.

 

“Wow, food made with so many Solsolchung larvae! I never thought I’d get to eat such a delicacy in my lifetime!”

 

Nasalga stuffed food into his mouth until both cheeks bulged out.

 

Mincheol watched Nasalga’s meal with a disgusted expression.

 

‘Goblins really go crazy eating this stuff.’

 

Who would have thought he’d realize that Nasalga was a goblin, not a human, through this sight.

 

“You should eat too. You might never get a chance to eat such expensive food again in your lifetime.”

 

“I ate a lot earlier.”

 

“Is that so? Anyway, the Count sure was generous.”

 

Nasalga’s meal didn’t end until much later.

 

“I thought I’d be having a funeral feast soon. Who would have thought I’d not only survive intact but even be treated to a meal. This is what makes life interesting.”

 

Nasalga was satisfied, patting his protruding belly.

 

Mincheol asked such a Nasalga.

 

“You said you let yourself be captured willingly? Why did you do that?”

 

Nasalga wasn’t weak.

 

If he had wanted to escape, he could have done so easily.

 

But Nasalga chose to be captured by the Count.

 

“That’s because I had to be captured…”

 

“You said the other goblins would be safe? But I don’t really understand why you’d go that far.”

 

As if he didn’t want to answer, Nasalga kept his mouth tightly shut. Soon he asked Mincheol.

 

“…Did you hear about my past from the Count?”

 

“Yes, I heard. You said Winter’s Cold Wind was originally created by you?”

 

“Ha, that damn bastard really told you that.”

 

Nasalga grimaced and scratched the back of his head roughly.

 

“…It’s true. Winter’s Cold Wind is a plague I created. To be precise, it’s the result of a short-term disease I made for war mutating.”

 

“Why did you make something so dangerous?”

 

“I wanted to succeed. I wanted to grab both wealth and honor. Above all, for an alchemist with nothing, the only way to succeed was to jump into war.”

 

The Count’s gaze turned to a distant place.

 

He seemed to be recalling the past.

 

“Many goblins died from the disease I created. Once, I even captured a castle without any effort.”

 

“You must have received a lot of favor from the king.”

 

“I did. I achieved tremendous success as I wished. It felt like the whole world belonged to me.”

 

Even ordinary soldiers recognized Nasalga’s face.

 

Thinking about that, young Nasalga must have been a truly remarkable goblin.

 

“But as I got older, the things I had turned away from came into view. Soldiers who died screaming from the diseases I spread, soldiers who survived but suffered lifelong aftereffects…”

 

Nasalga paused for a moment.

 

“The most terrible thing among them was when the disease I created mutated into a plague. The short-term disease I made to kill soldiers had mutated into a plague that was killing innocent people.”

 

Winter’s Cold Wind.

 

A plague that infiltrates through the respiratory system, destroys the lungs, weakens vitality, and kills the host.

 

“I gave up everything to help those who were harmed. My wealth, my reputation, even my life. But the sins I had committed were too great to be resolved by such things.”

 

That’s why Nasalga must have started wandering the world.

 

Searching for patients, struggling to treat them with insufficient medicinal materials.

 

“I originally intended to die here. I thought that would be my final atonement, to end it that way.”

 

Nasalga looked back at Mincheol and asked.

 

“Do you find me disgusting?”

 

“No.”

 

Mincheol answered without much thought.

 

“…You can speak honestly.”

 

“I am speaking honestly.”

 

Since Mincheol was human, he didn’t have any particular feelings about Nasalga’s sins.

 

“Though I’m not going to defend you either.”

 

Nasalga’s sins were too heavy to judge rashly.

 

“But it’s not right to curse someone who’s trying to atone.”

 

So Mincheol had no intention of either cursing or comforting Nasalga.

 

“…Thank you.”

 

Still, Nasalga seemed to find comfort in Mincheol’s words.

 

“I can trust you with this.”

 

Nasalga took something out of his backpack and held it out.

 

It was a large, thick book with an old leather cover.

 

“This book contains all the formulas I’ve developed throughout my lifetime.”

 

“What? You’re giving this to me? But I’m not an alchemist.”

 

“You can learn from it or burn it. Just don’t give it to others.”

 

Nasalga spoke in an earnest tone.

 

Mincheol hesitated before accepting the book.

 

At that moment, messages appeared before his eyes.

 

【You have successfully eliminated the Count and rescued Nasalga.】

 

【You have cleared the Hidden Quest ‘Wrath of the Lord’!】

 

【You have met special conditions. Rewards are greatly increased.】

 

-Special Condition: Receive Nasalga’s Secret Manual.

 

【Rewards are being granted.】

 

-All stats increase by 100.

 

【You acquire a Hidden Piece.】

 

-You acquire 20 ‘Bound Coins of Fortune’.

 

【You acquire ‘Nasalga’s Secret Manual’.】

 

【Nasalga’s Secret Manual】

 

-Grade: Legendary

 

-Description: A book written throughout the lifetime of the Alchemist of the Plague. Contains various formulas. With consistent study, you may acquire alchemy skills.

 

-Possessed Effect: +30% success rate when crafting potions.

 

Mincheol’s mouth widened as he received the book.

 

‘…A legendary-grade crafting manual?’

 

Since the Tower era began, what each corporation desperately sought were crafting formulas.

 

Since they contained the technology of destroyed dimensions intact, their value was immeasurable.

 

‘Was there anywhere that possessed a legendary-grade crafting manual?’

 

Even searching his memory, nothing came to mind.

 

He couldn’t tell if none had ever been discovered, or if corporations were hiding them.

 

What was certain was that either way, they were incredibly rare.

 

‘And they said if you learn alchemy skills, it’s easy to get hired at pharmaceutical companies!’

 

Any grade would be good.

 

People who acquired crafting skills were preferred talent at pharmaceutical companies.

 

Though he had no immediate plans to become an alchemist, having one more employment route was a happy thing.

 

‘I struck it rich!’

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