“The Demon Lord of the Swordsmanship Family Chapter 54”
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Black Disaster Troll
Form: Small size. Humanoid. Preemptive attack type. Group type
Height: 3 meters tall. Medium-sized monster.
Attack Level: 4
Defense Level: 5
Characteristics: Known as ‘Black Troll’ and only appears in Korea. While it has a human-like body structure and overwhelming regeneration ability similar to existing trolls, it uses a spell called ‘Disaster’.
…The amazing regeneration ability that instantly reconnects severed body parts makes even reckless charges threatening. The ‘Disaster’, considered a type of spell, causes various troubles to the opponent…
…The most important pattern to note about the Black Troll is ‘self-detonation’. When it deems itself beyond hope, it forcibly explodes its ‘Magic Gem’. When this happens, the bl**d that splatters contains ‘Disaster’ and brings powerful curses…
Summary from successful hunters:
└ Black Forest hunting ground is amazing! Can’t resist this! ㅋㅋ
└ Slowly increasing recommendation count.
└ Definitely profitable. Nothing goes to waste. ㅎㅎ
└ Tigers leave their skin when they d*e, trolls leave gold.
└ If Solo-Pi Hunter can take down Black Trolls, money worries are over.
└ Are you short on money? Try hunting a troll.
└ ㅅㅂ! Don’t take Black Trolls lightly!
└ Gentlemen, please be more considerate. Saying they’re highly profitable without context causes inexperienced hunters to enter recklessly. ㄷㄷ
└ Newbie hunters, please don’t attempt this lightly. This is serious business. ㅠㅠㅠ
└ As above. I’ve seen people blinded by money and rushed in without understanding. It’s not for no reason that troll corpses are expensive. They’re extremely difficult to hunt and require a lot of preparation.
└ Add+) You need firepower capable of instantly killing the self-detonation pattern. Otherwise, it’s a real trip to hell.
└ Additional++) Anti-magic equipment and high-level curse-removal potions are essential.
└ Bring a priest. ㅋ
└ Seriously lacking in common sense. Who doesn’t know? You need a priest to bring.
└ Are you bringing a priest?
└ Priest?
└ ㅇㅇ
└ (This is a secret post.)
└ (This is a secret post.)
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In the middle of a vast plain.
A group of black trolls were leisurely feeding.
Chomp, chomp.
Two buffalo were ripped apart moments ago and disappeared into the trolls’ bellies. The trolls, greedily chewing even the bones with their bloody mouths licking their long tongues, were disturbed by Jin Yu-ri from a distance.
“Trolls, seven of them. Let’s secure them quickly.”
Yu-ri aimed her finger g*n.
“Bang!”
Zzzzzip-
A red lightning bolt shoots out.
The magic name is ‘Dragon Finger’.
It’s an improved version of the lower tier lightning magic ‘Lightning Shot’ customized by Jin Yu-ri’s mana.
While it has the weak power characteristic of lower-tier spells, it excels in casting speed. Thus, it’s mainly used as a countermeasure.
Jin Yu-ri’s ‘Dragon Finger’ improved it further:
Faster.
More precise.
The red lightning bolt raced across the grassland at a terrifying speed and hit the group of trolls, specifically their heads.
Clang!
With a sound like a blunt object striking, all seven trolls staggered.
One smaller troll fell to the ground from the force.
Jin Yu-ri’s mana-compressed ‘Dragon Finger’ had far surpassed its initial purpose as a deterrent.
Grumble…
The troll captain regained consciousness.
Instinctively, it identified the ‘enemy’ that attacked it.
As soon as the captain’s pupil locked onto Jin Yu-ri, it bellowed ‘Koooaarrrrr!!’ and charged. The rest of the troll group followed.
Their grotesque appearance, with buffalo bl**d dripping from their mouths that moments ago were enjoying their meal, was horrifying. Yet, Jin Yu-ri was inexplicably delighted and kept laughing.
“Nice timing~ Then let’s go to that direction.”
Jin Yu-ri’s gaze turned toward the forest she had come from.
On cue, another group of trolls emerged from the forest.
Those had also been struck by Jin Yu-ri’s ‘Dragon Finger’ and were now aggressively charging.
“Alright, that makes 15. My job is done.”
Indeed.
Currently, Jin Yu-ri’s role was to lure trolls.
Together with Han Jun-woo, she was busy driving the trolls toward a specific location.
“Lulu~.”
Jin Yu-ri darted forward like a bouncing ball, leaving the charging troll group behind her.
Though she had maintained her physical training since meeting Park Ki-hyuk, it was embarrassingly inadequate compared to trolls, and naturally, the distance between her and the troll group narrowed.
More and more, the trolls were closing in from both sides.
However, there was not a trace of worry on Jin Yu-ri’s face.
Indeed, she wasn’t even concerned.
There was a clear reason for her confidence.
The absolute certainty that these trolls would never catch her.
Chaaarrrr~
Red scales spread from Jin Yu-ri’s chest area.
Massive enhancement in physical abilities.
The autonomous magic system activated.
Grand Magic Circle ‘Jin-ryong’ initiated.
“Dragonarian Maneuver.”
Dragonarian Model-1
The custom War Armor for Jin Yu-ri, co-developed with Park Ki-hyuk, was revealed.
At that moment,
Dozens of magic circles enveloped her.
Soon, dozens of magic circles encircling her.
Grand Magic Circle ‘Jin-ryong’.
The family secret of the Jin-ryong family rose, and her figure shot forward like a b*llet.
“I’m finished. How about Jun-woo?”
– Mine is underway, too.
“Mine is underway, too.”
Bounce.
Han Jun-woo’s foot landed on a rock as he leaped.
Like a butterfly landing on a flower, akin to a ballerina touching down on the stage.
With a light step on the rock, Han Jun-woo sprang upward into the air again as if completely free from gravity.
His shadow advanced gracefully, fluttering like a bird, while a group of trolls, madly chasing him, trailed behind.
Crunch! Cooik!
Crack!
The rock that Han Jun-woo had just stepped on crumbled into dust as it shattered.
The number of trolls chasing him amounted to 13.
It was a relatively small number given that he had stirred up three areas, but in any case, it met the required quota.
Now, all that remained was to safely deliver them to the “location.”
With an unchanging expression, Han Jun-woo observed the trolls chasing him and “played some music.”
An orb appeared in mid-air. The green light sphere, about the size of a baseball, glowed briefly.
– QNow I don’t have to wait. Receive my love~
The music began to flow.
Han Jun-woo’s favorite track recently, “Black Swan’s” “Receive Love.”
Contrary to expectations, Han Jun-woo, who seemed like the type to only listen to classical music, actually preferred idol songs.
When Merhem, now his girlfriend, discovered this side of him, she sighed but admitted there wasn’t much to do about it – after all, it was his preference.
Speaking of preferences, fortunately, Han Jun-woo’s girlfriend Merhem was an intelligent person who respected her boyfriend’s tastes, and she was a generous woman who gave gifts freely to ensure her partner could enjoy his hobbies comfortably.
Indeed, this “Audio Orb” was a present from Merhem.
It was the latest sound trap capable of producing audio quality almost identical to live performances, and despite not offering any buffs, its price was so high that even a luxury car couldn’t compete with it.
The robust sound struck the plains.
As befitting a dance track, its catchy beat made you involuntarily move your body.
Isn’t dance all about the music? Naturally, music is an inseparable friend to any dancer.
Han Jun-woo synchronized his steps to the beat that resonated with his heartbeat.
While Jin Yu-ri compensated for her physical shortcomings with the custom War Armor ‘Dragonarian’ to create distance, Han Jun-woo was a swordsman by nature.
The moment he grasped things, the sword had been in his hands, and training was his lifelong pursuit.
In other words, his physique did not require reliance on any artifacts like War Armor.
So then,
“Let’s dance.”
The breeze that suddenly arose.
I see summer in you.
Wind Dance of the Swallow
Heat surged up from the tips of Han Jun-woo’s feet touching the ground, and a gust of wind swept through.
“Arriving in 3 minutes.”
– 3 minutes? Got it. I’ll keep up with the timing. Are you okay over there?
– Confirmed. 3 minutes will be sufficient.
*
“Both of you, please be careful and come back safely.”
Mary gently set down the communicator.
Gently??
Did the woman who just crushed a lost troll with her mace act gently?
It’s absurd. Is this really the Mary I know?
“Being honest, what’s going on between the two of you? You’re obviously worried about Jun-woo.”
“A-ah, no I’m not!”
“Uh? Did you just blush? Oh, where’s my phone? I must catch this precious moment on camera to show Jun-woo.”
“Snarl- Come here. Haven’t I been sparing you lately?”
“Ouch! You’re stepping over the line. Be careful. If you break the magical circle, we’ll have to redraw it, right? I’m fine, but your boyfriend will suffer!”
“S-sure, let’s see how this goes, Ki-hyuk.”
Despite smiling slyly, Mary still managed to rein in her temper.
Goodness! They say a tame cat climbs the kitchen table first; who would’ve thought Mary and Jun-woo would start dating?
Then again, if you think about it from a different perspective, it makes sense.
In the beginning of their twenties, overflowing with youthful vigor, they’ve spent every day together on hunts and adventures. Spending three days and four nights in the same space whenever they entered a Gate was routine. Developing feelings for each other would be unusual, rather than the other way around.
But knowing intellectually is different from seeing it with your own eyes.
Mary and Jun-woo?
Isn’t it fascinating?
What does Jun-woo see in this stubborn princess? And why does Mary like that combat-obsessed dunce?
“Didn’t you confess first? What made you like Jun-woo enough to confess?”
“Are you teasing me?”
“No, I’m genuinely curious.”
“Hmm…”
While working, Mary seriously pondered.
“I’ve never really thought about it, but if I must find a reason… perhaps it’s because he’s cute?”
“Cute? Are you saying Jun-woo is cute?”
“Yes, isn’t he?”
His eyes lighting up at the sight of a sword, his pure mind despite appearing serious, his childish preference for fried food like pork cutlet or fish cutlet…
“…And the best part is… his cute bottom when he does squats…”
“Stop! I don’t want to hear anymore.”
“Why? The best is yet to come…”
“Enough. You two suit each other perfectly.”
The sight of Jun-woo’s backend while doing squats being cute?
It’s insane. Is this love? The very thought is repulsive. Shaking my head to clear these unnecessary imaginings, I focused on the magical circle before me.
“Are the Magic Gems arranged? Don’t forget to write down the mystical formulas. A single mistake could be disastrous.”
“Why so strict, Ki-hyuk? I’m already a ‘High-level Shaman!’ This is child’s play for me.”
“High-level Shaman who lusts after… b*tt…”
“Do you want to d*e?”
The current magical circle we had established was the ‘Ghost Bottomless Pit.’
Similar to the ‘Leech Land’ that consumes the target’s life force and worsens injuries, it combined with the ‘Malevolent Spirit Swamp’ that completely suppresses physical regeneration for a certain period, creating a large-scale spell.
Worsening injuries and suppressing regeneration.
A truly extraordinary spell that renders the defense and regeneration abilities that trolls boasted of entirely ineffective. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was specifically designed for anti-troll combat.
“The group seems to be approaching. You should move back.”
“Got it. Who will activate it, Ki-hyuk?”
“Since we don’t want to accidentally sweep up the kids, I’ll do it.”
Listening carefully to the distant sounds coming from afar, I positioned myself at the center of the magical circle.
I drew my Greatsword.
The Greatsword, entirely painted black from the blade to the hilt.
Several months ago, after I presented my mother with the artificial Spirit Gem, this became my first custom-made weapon using that material.
The Demon.
“Sorry for the trouble again, Demon.”
Wu-wu-wu…
The blade quivered adorably in response to my words.
Meanwhile, the children who had gone to lure the targets started returning one by one.
“Yuri is here first!”
“Good job.”
Wearing her crimson War Armor covering all her body, Jin Yu-ri passed by me briefly before Han Jun-woo followed suit.
“Thirteen trolls.”
“Okay.”
Then, a group of trolls charged toward me. A total of 28 trolls, drooling, charged at us.
“Our guests have arrived, Demon.”
Leaning the Greatsword over my shoulder, I watched them.
The moment the trolls stepped on the magical circle,
I plunged the Greatsword into the ground.
Ghost Bottomless Pit
餓鬼 無底坑
The trolls froze like statues.
Fang marks appeared on their skin.
The effects of the Ghost Bottomless Pit covered the thick hides of the trolls. When they regained their composure and once again showed hostility toward me,
They had already lost their regeneration capability.
Trolls that had lost their regeneration?
“Superb punching bags.”
Explosively expanding bodies.
bl**d-thirsty instincts.
The Hexagram engraved on the sword.
Now, it’s hunting time.
The Demon was severing the troll’s waist.
