The Female Lead Saves the World - Chapter 242

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Yeo Joo Saves the World
Part 2, Episode 63

“Ugh….”
So I just got attacked, didn’t I?
The fact that I, whose personal defense converges endlessly toward zero, am still blinking dazedly right now is entirely thanks to the necklace Je Hwa gifted me.
But I couldn’t feel relieved.
“Yeo Joo, what’s that mark above your head….”
Han Ji Sung muttered, staring at the crown of my head.
According to the system notification from moments ago.
“Is there a Death Mark floating above my head? Like a black skull-shaped hologram or something?”
“…Yeah.”
“Damn it.”
I’d been marked.
I turned my gaze toward where Kang Han and Sa Ma Young, who had positioned themselves behind me and Han Ji Sung, were glaring.
Atop the hill where a tattered flag stained crimson with blood fluttered in the wind, the Death Knight remained motionless, gazing down at us with cold indifference.
Or more precisely, at me.
At me, who bore the ‘Death Mark’ it had left.
The reason the Moo Ak Mountain Double Dungeon was so vicious wasn’t because of the endless stream of undead that had been pressing forward.
It was because of that creature.
Within the 【Sejo Mak】, it was Utopia that had conquered the Moo Ak Mountain Double Dungeon.
And every Hunter marked by the Death Knight had died.
But I’d thought there was no way such a mark would be placed on me, someone with virtually no combat ability.
So my plan was to hand over my necklace if either Kang Han or Sa Ma Young became the first target.
Je Hwa might dislike it, but saving a life came first.
Yet somehow a skull had appeared above my head out of nowhere.
I’d been careless.
It was obvious that the most threatening existence to the Death Knight would be a healer capable of preventing death.
‘I have three extra lives remaining now.’
Could I defeat that creature before my lives ran out?
I was swallowing hard, feeling the cold sweat trickling down my back.
“A challenger, then.”
At the hollow, wind-like voice, all three men’s bodies flinched simultaneously.
“The monster can speak.”
Sa Ma Young let out a hollow laugh as if in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Kang Han and Han Ji Sung exchanged a quiet glance.
Both of them had already tasted the possibility of a ‘talking monster’ through Moldig’s premature appearance.
But this time was different.
The camera was capturing this moment and broadcasting it live to the outside world.
Unlike the Maze Dungeon case where we encountered Moldig, this couldn’t be buried as a Guild secret anymore.
“Death is eternal rest. I shall grant you peace.”
That knight bastard was going to keep babbling like that from here on out.
And as if those words were a declaration of war, the Death Knight swung his massive sword toward where I stood.
Whoosh—!
Following the arc of the greatsword, a crescent-shaped black aura cut through the distant space and flew toward us in the blink of an eye.
But unlike moments before when I’d been careless, things were different now.
Kang Han pulled me behind him and shielded me, while Sa Ma Young lunged forward instead, swinging his own sword wreathed in crimson aura to meet the attack.
Clang!
A deafening roar that defied imagination—as if pure energies themselves had collided—shook the battlefield.
As Sa Ma Young deflected the already-launched aura, the Death Knight charged toward us.
Thud-thud, thud-thud!
A horse black as shadow tore across the ground, each hooffall heavy and deliberate.
But the shadow steed couldn’t gallop far before it reared up sharply, its front hooves raised high.
Crack-crack-crack—!
Ice conjured by Han Ji Sung had frozen all four of the horse’s legs like shackles, binding them fast.
“Are they your proxies?”
The knight asked me in a sinister voice.
“Well, you marked someone with no offensive power—a healer. What did you expect?”
The S-rank monsters clawing their way out of the Double Dungeon possessed reason and wisdom.
Enough to be irritated by my sarcastic jab.
“Multiple against one? You know nothing of a knight’s honor.”
The knight dismounted without hesitation, leaping down from his steed.
“It matters not. I shall grant you rest, and wash away my sins.”
Having finished speaking, the Death Knight gripped his sword with both hands and charged toward Kang Han and Sa Ma Young.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Despite the heavy thuds that echoed with each footfall, he moved with astonishing speed.
It was nearly impossible to track his form as he ran.
Yet something distinctly red stood out clearly to my eyes.
“There! The core in his chest!”
A small privilege granted to those who bore the ‘Mark of Death’.
The ability to see the location of the knight’s core—his weakness.
Boom—!
Kang Han and Sa Ma Young leaped toward the Death Knight simultaneously, and the true battle began.

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Sa Ma Young’s flames, which had proven devastatingly effective against the undead, unfortunately fell short against the Death Knight.
Realizing this quickly, Sa Ma Young abandoned his flame skills and switched to pure swordsmanship.
It was Kang Han’s lightning that dealt the truly significant damage to the Death Knight.
Crack! Crackle—!
Each time the spear, sparking with yellow and blue electricity, pierced the knight’s body, charred black marks seared into the armor.
The scorches, as if branded by a hot iron upon leather, refused to heal even as time passed.
And I suddenly understood why.
It was because of what the Death Knight had said just before the battle began.

“I shall grant you rest and cleanse myself of my sins.”

The part about rest didn’t matter.
What mattered was the word that followed—”sins.”
The Death Knight was a cursed being born from a knight who had committed grave transgressions.
Against such a creature, Kang Han’s “Punisher’s Lightning” was far more than a simple attack.
It carried the power to judge sinners and execute them.
There was no way Kang Han hadn’t grasped what I had just realized.
Crack! Crackle! Crackle—!
The spear traced endless yellow arcs as it unleashed a relentless barrage.
Clang! Clang!
The knight’s massive dark blade parried the incoming strikes reasonably well, but against an attack that countered its very nature, its limits quickly became apparent.
Crunch! Crackle!
Finally, the spear’s sharp point pierced through the knight’s thick armor.
It was where the right knee was positioned.
“Ugh!”
With the joint destroyed, Kang Han seized the opening as the enemy staggered.
In a single fluid motion, he stowed the spear across his back, then drew lightning between his spread palms like a rope—thick and crackling—and charged toward the knight’s back as it planted its sword to regain balance.
Crackle—!
The thick lightning rope became binding cords that wrapped tightly around the Death Knight’s body.
And Kang Han did not stop there.
Planting one foot on the knight’s back, he pulled the rope clenched in both hands with all his strength, and the armor began to blacken and warp.
Crunch crunch crunch!
I prayed desperately as the armor screamed.
‘Please, please, please. Let it work, please.’
Crunch crunch crunch!
The rope finally burrowed through to where the core lay.
‘Please!’
Crack!
The Death Knight was finally torn in two.
From the severed point, it slowly oxidized into black ash—a fate no S-rank monster could escape.
But I couldn’t afford to let my guard down just yet.
If the core had been destroyed successfully, a Dungeon Clear message would appear immediately, and if it had failed…

[ Damage received by the Death Knight through the effect of ‘Mortal Mark’ has been transferred. ]
[ ‘Absolute Defense Necklace II (S)’ has successfully blocked the non-physical attack. ]
[ Remaining defense uses: 2/5 ]

“It’s still alive!”
The moment my cry rang out, Kang Han swiftly twisted his body backward.
A dark blade descended onto the spear shaft gripped firmly in both his hands.
Crash—!
Through the deafening sound that brought an unpleasant ringing to the ears, I could see Kang Han with one knee completely driven into the ground, struggling desperately to block the knight’s blade.
From the undead to the Death Knight.
Unlike himself, tattered and worn from the relentless battle, the enemy had recovered to its original form as if it had never experienced death at all—and shock flickered across Kang Han’s face at this sight.
If I had seized that opening to attack, I surely could have dealt a fatal blow.
But the knight merely deflected the blade and stood as if looking down upon Kang Han.
“Aah.”
Though it had no head, its voice carried such disappointment that I could almost see the expression, hollow and forlorn as the Death Knight spoke.
“You too cannot grant me eternal rest.”

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