Episode 169 Weapon Master (3)
Go Hyun-woo’s ice wizard suffered three deaths in total, two of which were caused by a hatchet thrown by the calligrapher.
– Whirilirik—kwajik!
Of course, Go Hyun-woo was not the type of person to keep such things in mind.
When he first got his skull split by an axe, he was dumbfounded, but when he fought him in earnest and lost, he nodded his head in acceptance of the result.
“Well, it was my own defeat. As Brother Kim said, I was weak.”
“That character is particularly weak. He’s a total glass cannon.”
“I see. I’ve come to learn that wizards have their own set of difficulties.”
And Go Hyun-woo did not continue any further.
Since I’ve already blown 900 points, I feel burdened by spending them like crazy even in fun mode.
Also, since the game was almost over, I put it down without any hesitation and watched what we were doing.
And now that the game is almost over, Seo Ye-in,
– Kwagagagagak!
[Serbarian 25K/1D/0A]
[Kim Dok-chim 0K/0D/22A]
What made this possible was my genius for learning and mastering anything at a frightening pace, the occasional bullet time cooldown, and my poison dart assisting me from the side.
It was almost like a destroyed tank.
It runs wildly here and there, sweeping away everything it encounters.
The other contestants were all students at Yongsal Academy and had many talents, but there was no way to stop Calligraphy.
While playing mini games, they would exchange a few words with each other, but later on, they ended up talking almost exclusively about Barbarians.
– No, what is that?
-Why are the controls so good?
– Is it a bug? Isn’t that the only one that has the original class?
– Hey, here it comes, here it comes, pop!
Even though everyone has experienced death at the hands of calligraphers several times, the atmosphere is one of admiration rather than anger.
On the other hand, I, the poison-stinger next to him, only had resentment in my ears.
– Ah, the stinger is so annoying, ah.
– He keeps making noises next to me.
– Seriously, I almost caught it.
– Aah! I can’t see it again!
I took all those compliments in stride.
The game is about making your opponents angry.
– Wham!
Soon after the time limit has elapsed and the game is over,
[Sebarian 31K/1D/0A]
[Kim Dok-chim 0K/0D/27A]
Seo Ye-in and I had far surpassed our original goals of 20 kills and 15 assists.
It’s a shame there’s no overachievement reward.
I put the [Rank Up (E)] that was given as a prize into my inventory and was about to leave the game center.
“Guys, just a moment.”
The second-year seniors called us over.
As you can see, these are probably the people who participated in the match a little while ago.
“… … .”
As the second-year students swarmed in, the calligrapher quietly hid behind me.
Also known as Kim Ho’s shield.
The seniors who had been gathering around stopped when they saw that and started scolding each other.
– Hey, the kid hid because of you.
-Why are you scaring a first-year student like that?
– I think it’s because you’re ugly.
– Honestly, I’m better than you.
For a moment, the World Cup was about to start to discuss who would be the ugliest, but a senior with a Honam-type face stepped forward as a representative.
“I’m sorry. It’s nothing else, I just wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes, senior.”
“Was that, the Barbarian duo, you guys?”
“Yes, he was the Barbarian and I was the stinger.”
When I answered by pointing to the calligrapher and me in turn, my seniors couldn’t hide their surprise and started muttering among themselves.
– The girl… … is a Barbarian?
– And the boy has a stinger?
– Weren’t you against it?
– The Barbarian is so hot.
The image of a pretty and quiet calligrapher and the image of a barbarian running wild across the battlefield, slicing and dicing enemies do not match at all.
But what can you do, it’s true.
Senior Honam also seemed a little shocked, but tried to maintain his composure and asked the next question.
“I see, is your original class… …?”
“I am a total love wizard.”
Once again the seniors were turned upside down.
– You were a musketeer, but you’re so good at playing Barbarian?
– The hatchet is definitely good at throwing. I got hit twice.
– Isn’t that because you’re a scarecrow?
– No, every time you say something, you start a fight? You’re going to fight again?
– Come on.
Leaving his seniors behind who were in a state of confusion, the Honam-type senior nodded.
“I asked because I couldn’t believe it. Thank you for telling me.”
“No, senior.”
“I was a little annoyed by the stinger, but I guess it means that the character’s characteristics were well expressed. Both were great plays.”
“thank you.”
You’re a senior who knows a thing or two.
The evaluation of Honam-type seniors has become much more positive.
If we ever get in touch later, I think we can build a good relationship.
As the seniors were waving their hands and leaving, one of them suddenly asked this question.
“But what’s the relationship between you two? You look like managers.”
“Similar.”
For now, the term manager seems to fit the bill.
But then, the calligrapher who had been hiding behind the back the whole time peeked her head over his shoulder.
“……butler?”
“Not a butler.”
I straightened up and denied it.
Where are you trying to secretly hire someone as your butler?
The calligrapher tilted his head.
“Aren’t you a butler?”
“Never.”
If you do that, you’ll end up in a similar situation to An Jeong-mi.
I refused very firmly.
Then, the calligrapher stared at me blankly, took out [Rank Up (E)] from her inventory, and handed it to me.
“… … ?”
“I said I won’t do it.”
* * *
Let off some steam at the game center,
We spent some time wandering around the downtown area.
After wandering around like that for a while, the sun began to set, and the calligrapher’s battery, which had been at 80% in the morning, was almost completely discharged.
“… … .”
“Hey, go to sleep.”
“huh…….”
I send Seo Ye-in, who is starting to fall asleep while walking, back to the dormitory, and I also send Go Hyeon-woo, who said he wanted to look around the market a bit more before going in, to do so.
I walked to the meeting place with Dang Gyu-yeong on time.
And what I encountered there was,
“… … .”
Dang Gyu-yeong sitting with his back tilted on the bench.
His expression looks somehow sullen.
The lips also seem to be slightly protruding.
Since I had only one guess, I approached and asked.
“Not working out? Black Market.”
“No? We haven’t even started properly yet?”
A somewhat colder tone of speech than usual.
We greeted each other warmly and parted ways just yesterday, so why are you suddenly angry?
Another questionable thing is that Dang Gyu-young continues to keep his mouth shut.
I have a very open and honest personality, so I tend to speak up right away when I have a complaint, but is there a reason why I can’t do that?
Since nothing came to mind even after thinking about it carefully, I put off solving the problem for a while.
“Let’s eat first.”
Let’s fill our stomachs first, and when we feel full and satisfied, we’ll ask again.
Just like the last preliminary survey, I thought I could just go around the street vendors, so I pointed to a nearby hot dog place.
“How about that, a hot dog?”
“… … .”
Dang Gyu-yeong must have thought that this couldn’t go on, because he made a pouting sound with his lips, shook himself out, and got up.
And he walked ahead and said:
“What hot dog? Let’s go, I made a reservation.”
“Reservation?”
As I followed him and asked, Dang Gyu-yeong looked over his shoulder and answered.
“Oh. I’m just going to buy my annoying junior a meal.”
“I’m touched, senior. I really have a great senior.”
“Oh, and you had a snack for lunch today too.”
“That’s true.”
“You should eat something proper at least once. Are you full with something like churros or ice cream balls?”
“That’s a valid point, but… … How did you know I ate that?”
There are more than one or two kinds of snacks in the downtown area, so how did you get them all right?
Dang Gyu-yeong flinched for a moment and then looked around.
“That… that’s it? You saw it in passing?”
“There was quite a bit of time between the churros and the ice cream balls… … . Did you see them twice?”
“… … .”
“Senior?”
“Hey hey, they’re all here!”
Dang Gyu-yeong grabbed me and dragged me towards the restaurant in front of us at a fast pace.
When I confirmed the identity of the restaurant, I was a little surprised.
“You made a reservation here?”
This restaurant specializes in Western food, and along with the pastry shop, it is one of the most popular restaurants in the downtown area.
Of course, to make a reservation, you have to overcome tremendous competition.
I made a reservation for this evening, one of the busiest times of the year in the city.
Dang Gyu-yeong became proud.
“I keep forgetting, but I’m the club president.”
“As expected, you are the manager.”
“Eat it gratefully.”
Even the reserved seat was on the second floor terrace with a view of the night view outside.
We sat down and waited for a short while before our food arrived, and we ate a little bit of the chop steak, salad, pasta, etc. on our plates.
And while we were having small talk,
“Sh-Sh— Didn’t Jegal Soso talk about me?”
“Just once or twice, briefly.”
“That’s strange. I told you to take good care of it.”
“You did a good job.”
“Then that’s good.”
Occasionally, when the conversation paused, I would look outside and admire the night view.
Even though it was evening and the sky was dark and the streetlights were coming on, the downtown area was still bustling with students.
After watching the crowd of people flowing by, they turn their gazes again and look at each other.
“… … .”
Dang Gyu-yeong wiped his lips with a napkin and asked.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your table manners are perfect.”
Every little gesture, from handling a fork, knife, or napkin, is filled with elegance.
It’s not something I learned in a day or two, but something that’s been a long time coming and has become second nature.
When dealing with members of the thieves’ club, she usually has the image of being rough and free-spirited, but now she strongly feels like a young lady from a prestigious family.
Dang Gyu-yeong answered nonchalantly.
“This is the basics of organization. I learned it at Sega a long time ago.”
“At the party?”
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you? I’m the direct descendant. I’m a half-brother now though.”
“You didn’t say anything. But you said you gave it halfway… … ?”
“I became a monk.”
Despite being of the Dang surname, Dang Gyu-yeong does not use Dokdo or Mu-gong, and his main skill is shadow magic.
The faction he belongs to is not the Murim Federation that Dangga belongs to, but the Thieves’ Guild and Thieves’ Club of the Guild Union.
This was something I had been wondering about for a while, but I heard he became a shadow magician after becoming a monk.
“How did you end up becoming a monk?”
“I just felt suffocated. I wanted to live the life I wanted.”
A free life, not tied down by family, and pioneering one’s own path.
I asked again.
“Are you living that kind of life now?”
“So-so?”
“There’s still a long way to go,” said Dang Gyu-young with a grin.
Then he asks me as I put the dishes down.
“I ate everything. What about you?”
“I’m done too.”
“Okay, let’s get up then.”
“Thank you, senior. I enjoyed the meal.”
When I bowed my head, Dang Gyu-yeong smiled pleasantly.
The look of annoyance that was seen at the meeting place was nowhere to be found.
“You’ll help me out as much as you ate?”
“Of course. Where should I go?”
In this Black Market, the Thieves’ Club has secured the forbidden items I want, and I have agreed to lend a hand as a temporary mercenary.
– Do you want to step on one leg?
– What should I do?
– You know that unlucky senior? Stick with him.
And the old man who was a graduate and a slacker that I decided to stick with was a reserve force who would stand by and help out in times of emergency.
So I asked where that old man was.
Dang Gyu-yeong didn’t answer right away, but seemed to be thinking about something with his arms crossed.
“Um… … . That. I changed my mind.”
“then,”
Dang Gyu-yeong looked straight at me and said.
“Come with me.”
