Chapter 627

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Chapter 627: Slaughterhouse (5)

A myth leased for a full thousand years.

Of course, for this contract to be finalized, at least two conditions had to be met.

The first was Yeongwoo’s and Sezail’s survival.

And the second was—

‘This bastard has to actually succeed in becoming a prince for me to receive the myth… but is that even possible?’

Even so, if there was even a slim chance of obtaining a myth, that alone made it worthwhile.

That was just how difficult it was to acquire a myth.

‘But if I let this guy live and send him out, then the hidden reward of this dungeon is basically gone. It’s nothing compared to a myth, sure… but in the end, it’s a gamble.’

As Yeongwoo wore a conflicted expression, Sezail tilted his head.

—You look like your momentum suddenly dropped. Have you changed your mind?

“Idiot. I’m wondering whether you can actually become a prince.”

With a deep sigh, Yeongwoo re-equipped the Gambler that had fallen to the ground.

Click!

At that, Sezail shifted his gaze toward the ceiling beyond.

—That is something only the great Typesetter knows.

“I’ve never seen anyone obsessed with the Typesetter who turned out normal.”

Scratching his forehead, Yeongwoo finally went ahead and manifested the myth transfer contract.

If Sezail truly became a prince of the Gaelorf royal family, Yeongwoo would not only receive a myth, but also gain a royal acquaintance.

‘I guess it wouldn’t hurt to expand my network once in a while. So far, I’ve only been making enemies.’

If it succeeded, he would gain a myth weapon and a royal connection.

If it failed, he would merely lose this dungeon’s hidden reward.

“Let’s trust your fate for once. If your luck was good enough to run into me in a dungeon like this… becoming a prince should be easy.”

As Yeongwoo said this and held out the contract, Sezail placed his hand atop it and signed.

—Don’t forget. I will transfer this sword only after I become a prince. So for now, we must survive this dungeon.

“Weren’t you here to win this dungeon in the first place? And since I’m the one who beat you, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Then Yeongwoo added,

“And all the points are mine.”

—What does that mean?

“Anyone who charges at us from now on is my kill. You just sit there and watch.”

When Yeongwoo pointed at Sezail’s severed arm on the floor, Sezail astonishingly picked it up and reattached it to his shoulder.

Thump!

Sezail possessed monstrous regenerative abilities, just like Yeongwoo.

“You bastard… I even gave you a chance to get a prosthetic.”

—Enough nonsense. What’s the next plan?

“What do you think? We escape this dungeon with the highest score. It’s still possible.”

So far, only three teams had chosen Blood Battle.

And two of them were already here.

Which meant that if they dealt with the remaining Blood Battle team, they would become the leading candidates for first place.

“The other guy who chose Blood Battle is definitely aiming for top score too, so he’ll come looking for us. If we just win every fight, it’s simple.”

Just as Yeongwoo laid out his clear solution—

Crash!

A rough presence made itself known outside the entrance.

Someone had violently grabbed the doorway and peered inside.

“…Huh?”

Turning his gaze, Yeongwoo saw a cyclops and a knight in blue armor sticking their heads in.

A raiding team had followed the location marker and arrived.

—Ah.

—This is bad.

Confirming that three participants were gathered inside, the two raiders realized something was wrong and hurriedly pulled back.

Then—

KWA-AAAANG!

They witnessed Yeongwoo closing the distance in an instant with Lightning Step.

“What, weren’t you here to earn points? Where do you think you’re going now?”

—W-What…?

The raiders’ eyes locked onto the weapon in Yeongwoo’s hand.

Anyone could tell it radiated an ominous internal force.

—H-Hey, we’re—

Just as the blue knight began to speak awkwardly through the gap in his helmet—

KWA-AAAACK!

Yeongwoo’s Bastard cleaved straight through the knight’s skull.

“No time. Let’s skip the talking. Come at me!”

Before the sentence even finished, the blue knight collapsed backward with his head split open.

The cyclops, horrified, swung the club in his hands.

WHOOOOOSH!

As expected of someone who entered a Unique Dungeon, it was a powerful blow—but to Yeongwoo, it looked slow.

Whoosh!

Yeongwoo leaned his upper body back and avoided the strike, causing the cyclops to panic and clasp his hands together.

Thud!

The space above Yeongwoo’s head split open as if a sword mountain had appeared, and sharpened stone masses poured down.

“What the hell is this now?”

Without even a moment to be surprised, Yeongwoo raised Aratubank and blocked the falling stones.

The cyclops didn’t miss the opening and swung his club again.

WHOOOSH!

—That’s far enough!

“You lunatic. Did you really think I’d fall for my own favorite trick?”

Stepping back twice as if he’d been waiting for it, Yeongwoo instantly threw Bastard, piercing the cyclops’s shoulder.

KWA-AAANG!

—KEEACK!

The cyclops screamed and collapsed backward with a massive hole in his shoulder.

Then—

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SHIIIING!

As Bastard rapidly returned through Yeongwoo’s remote recall, it pierced straight through the cyclops’s neck.

KWA-AT!

With a short sound, Bastard passed through the cyclops and returned to Yeongwoo’s waist, and at the same time, numbers appeared in the vision of Yeongwoo and Gehika.

[180]

“180? That’s our score, right?”

When Yeongwoo asked, Gehika inside the room nodded.

—Base score of 100, plus 20 per participant killed… that adds up to exactly 180.

“They don’t tell us rankings. So we’re just supposed to gather points blindly?”

—Even if there’s a separate first-place team, killing them makes the problem disappear, so it doesn’t really matter.

“First sensible thing you’ve said.”

As Yeongwoo nodded, the red arrow in his vision began to tilt sharply.

“New guest incoming.”

—It’s a Blood Battle team. This one won’t be easy either.

As Gehika looked around nervously, Sezail let out a hollow laugh.

—A complete rabble. And I lost to people like this?

“Ever considered that you’re just not that strong yet?”

Despite his crude speech, Yeongwoo’s actual status and achievements were formidable.

He was an undeniable Wonder of the Universe, with both his Authority Level and Prestige Reduction Rate being exceptionally high.

“You two wait here. If someone shows up, make sure you deal with them.”

Pointing at Gehika again, Yeongwoo slowly moved toward the direction of the tilting red arrow.

As he’d felt from Sezail, none of the Blood Battle participants were weak.

That was why he decided to go meet the enemy alone, leaving behind Gehika—who was closer to dead weight.

‘By the way, how many teams are left now? Excluding those hiding after choosing Preservation, it feels like it’s almost over.’

There was no participant board or ranking display in this dungeon, making it impossible to gauge numbers.

The dungeon itself was massive as well.

Even the red arrow currently visible had been moving since before he met Sezail, yet the enemy still hadn’t arrived.

That alone showed how enormous the dungeon was.

And if that wasn’t the case—

‘Then they probably ran into and fought several other teams on the way here.’

If so, the opposing team might currently be in first place.

Which meant—

They absolutely had to be defeated.

Click.

After moving about four rooms away from where Sezail and Gehika were stationed, the red arrow suddenly began moving extremely fast.

‘Right in front of me.’

As Yeongwoo slowly drew Bastard, a purple hologram flickered across his vision.

“…!”

Sensing danger, Yeongwoo immediately sidestepped, and almost simultaneously, a jet-black steel stake tore through the space where his head had been.

SKREEEEEANG!

The stake tore through the air and embedded itself deep into the wall.

Clank.

A chain was attached to its rear, extending all the way into the room across the hall.

Someone inside had thrown it.

“…Who are you?”

Rubbing his neck after narrowly dodging the attack, Yeongwoo asked as the red arrow at the center of his vision shifted slightly.

—And who are you? You don’t recognize me?

‘Ah. This guy’s the last Blood Battle team.’

Like Sezail, this opponent also appeared to be solo.

Which meant he had slaughtered the other three members of his team.

Clank.

With the distinctive sound of steel boots, a silhouette emerged beyond the doorway.

“…?”

Yeongwoo’s eyes widened once at the smaller-than-expected frame.

Then widened again.

“…What?”

Because standing there—

Was a goblin.

“A… goblin? How is a goblin even here?”

Every goblin Yeongwoo had encountered so far had been low-tier cannon fodder.

After leaving the universe, he hadn’t seen a single noteworthy goblin.

Yet the one standing before him now—

‘What kind of goblin ends up in a Unique Dungeon? And chooses Blood Battle?’

As Yeongwoo stared in disbelief, the goblin standing proudly in the doorway flashed the lens fitted over one eye.

—Ah… this one’s got an absurd amount of karma. And you don’t recognize me?

“Who are you? Is there a reason I should know your name?”

The goblin sniffed and placed a hand on the pistol at his waist.

—You don’t know the hunter Tisai?

“Do you have any idea how many people in this universe claim to be famous? What exactly do you do?”

Since he didn’t state a family name, he clearly wasn’t nobility.

Seeing Yeongwoo’s continued confusion, the goblin furrowed his brow.

—Then let me educate you. I am Tisai Mordaccio, a criminal hunter officially sanctioned by the Nuto Galaxy Cluster.

Then he pointed at Yeongwoo.

—And you, at a glance, are a criminal.

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