Your Commander-in-Chief – Chapter 232

I carefully stepped into the inner sanctum of the Cathedral.

The traps set at the entrance had already been triggered by another user, so there was nothing to fear.

Inside the Cathedral, bodies lay scattered all around, a testament to the many battles that had occurred here.

There were at least five corpses of those who had perished nearby.

I passed through the grim scene of carnage, heading deeper inside.

Walking along the path, I arrived at a vast auditorium.

The wooden benches where the faithful had once sat had long rotted away, leaving only traces behind, and a huge stone cross on the podium was half-destroyed, wrapped in vines.

Overall, the atmosphere was surprisingly bright.

The spot where stained glass once adorned the walls was now left wide open, letting sunlight stream in.

I frowned and scanned the surroundings.

The interior decorations had succumbed to the ravages of time and had all rotted away.

In other words, there were no suitable places to hide.

So where had the remaining survivors disappeared to?

I could find the answer on the second floor of the Cathedral.

The sound of rustling footsteps and the soft swish of fabric brushing against itself.

My keen hearing picked up even the tiniest sounds.

There was only one way to the second floor.

A stone staircase located at the right end of the grand auditorium.

But I hesitated to approach. The single entrance was a prime spot for setting traps.

I glanced around before moving towards the half-destroyed angel statue.

If it hadn’t fallen, it surely would have stood over four meters tall; instead, it lay on the ground, its waist severed.

Even the once-brilliant white wings had not escaped the ravages of time.

The upper body of the angel, now entwined with moss growing from the ground, looked quite pitiful.

If there were no path, then I would create one.

I prepared myself, loosening my limbs before making a light dash.

My target was the lower half of the severed angel.

Thud!

With a light footfall, I jumped and gently stepped onto the angel’s lower half.

Right afterward, I exerted force once more.

My ankle bore my weight perfectly.

Thwack!

Once again, my body lifted.

I thought I might not have enough distance, but my outstretched hand managed to grasp the stone railing.

I felt the slimy moss beneath my fingertips, but what did it matter?

As long as I could hang on, that was good enough.

Suspended from the railing, I took a moment to catch my breath.

The grip in my fingers was strong enough.

But it seemed I couldn’t pull myself up with just one hand.

I bit down on the Muramasa I held in my left hand and reached out with my other hand.

Thwack—

I was completely vulnerable.

A prime target for an attack.

But the surviving players did not act rashly.

In an atmosphere where everyone was glaring at each other, no one dared to disrupt me.

“Ha.”

I had safely made it to the second floor.

As if answering the gazes that surrounded me, I turned my head and met the eyes of each individual.

Some appeared startled, while others engaged fiercely with my gaze.

The structure of the second floor was different from the first.

The central corridor was left open, allowing a view from above, with numerous rooms lined up on either side.

A massive candlestick had toppled to the floor, creating a disturbance.

Frowning, I kicked the metal candlestick aside.

Crash!

Bang!

The candlestick crashed loudly onto the first floor.

This act was a kind of demonstration.

What were they doing, hiding like cowards?

With so few survivors left, I wished they would come out and fight me fiercely.

But no matter how long I waited, the survivors did not emerge.

Then I had no choice but to approach.

I swung the Muramasa in my hand with a flourish and headed towards the closest survivor.

The first room on the right corridor that had no door.

The opponent was huddled inside, waiting for an opportunity.

As I drew close, I could hear their breathing change.

The calm breaths became uneven, and the sounds of their clothes and bag rustling grew louder.

This guy.

He must have been waiting for someone to approach.

I knew he would suddenly jump out the moment I got near the door.

I froze in place and tossed aside my bag.

Carrying a heavy bag full of healing supplies was pointless at this point.

It was wiser to lighten my load and kill my opponent before I got hurt.

They say the best defense is a good offense.

I truly believed that.

I hurled away the items I had on me.

The task of shedding anything unnecessary was done in an instant.

Except for a single potion and a bandage for emergencies, I had discarded all consumable items.

I felt considerably lighter.

Now, it was time to begin.

I lowered both my upper and lower body.

Positioning myself for a quick dash forward.

Like a leopard stalking its prey, I extended my agile legs.

Now’s my chance.

“Hyaaaah!”

A loud battle cry echoed, announcing to my opponent that I was on the move.

But I didn’t actually take off. It was a diversion to slightly confuse my opponent’s senses.

Thud!

My body started off half a beat late.

My opponent would feel psychological pressure from this.

Their carefully timed attack would now be off.

So now was my opportunity.

As I quickly shot through the doorway, a fast slash aimed at my neck flew toward me.

I felt a white-hot flash of pain as I realized the enemy’s attack.

The slowly approaching blade sent a shiver down my spine.

But it was fine. I was the only one who could enter this moment of time.

Stay relaxed.

This was my time.

I turned my body, changing the direction I was heading.

As my body slowly started to respond, I tilted my torso and deflected the opponent’s attack.

Swish!

I successfully dodged the attack.

But if I continued like this, my stance would collapse.

I needed to release the tension built in my body.

As the blade that was creeping in struck the ground, I kicked off the earth.

If I kept going like this, I would crash into the wall.

I gritted my teeth and pushed my leg outward.

Thud!

The moment my foot landed on the wall, I charged forward.

Running along the wall was something I had done often in Deron.

Back then, I had relied on my skills to sprint along the wall, but it was different here.

Two steps.

That was how far I could walk while on the wall.

But that was enough for now.

Thud!

Swish!

Kicking off the wall, I swung my Muramasa downward, cleaving my opponent’s neck.

With a great arc, my slash severed solid flesh, causing blood to splatter.

After that, I didn’t even need to look.

I rolled across the ground to soften the impact of my fall.

I had moved without taking a breath, and my head began to throb.

I smiled as I watched the blood pool around me.

The warm blood was proof that I had emerged victorious.

6 kills! yeon1111 → Kim Mamil

That was when it happened.

It seemed the other survivors, inspired by my charge, began to fight amidst the chaos, as the sounds of clashing swords echoed in the corridor.

Clang!

Clang!

Crash!

“Uaaagh!”

Though the sounds were loud, there were only three moving figures.

There were only five remaining survivors.

This meant there was one left after excluding the ones fighting outside and myself.

I exhaled calmly as I exited the room.

Clang!

Clang!

As expected, the number of fighters outside was indeed three.

They moved cautiously, eyeing each other suspiciously.

With the balance so finely tuned, it seemed the fight would drag on indefinitely.

How interesting.

I wanted in on it too.

“Hyaaah!”

I dashed in with a shout.

Games are meant to be fun.

Even if I was concerned about the last remaining survivor, what did it matter?

Right now, I cared more about having immediate fun than winning the game.

“Hah, hah!”

“Murderer!”

The survivors, who had been in a standoff, stepped back, looking aghast as they spotted me.

Seeing their terrified expressions, it seemed they recognized my prowess.

I smiled with satisfaction and wiped the dried blood from my cheek.

Scrape—

“Hiiik…”

Now four of us were in a standoff.

The water level was beginning to engulf the first floor of the Cathedral.

It was time to determine the ultimate victor.

The short standoff ended quickly.

I swung my Muramasa toward the nearest enemy.

Swoosh!

My aggressive slash startled the opponent, causing them to jerk back.

At that moment, another survivor beside me pierced my dodging target with their sword.

“Ugh…”

Had he been wearing sturdy metal armor, he might have withstood the blow.

But instead, he was clad in leather armor.

“Yap!”

The final blow was mine.

I swung my sword again at the guy who was now skewered.

My long slash easily severed the neck of the trembling opponent.

The attack didn’t stop there.

While his lifeless body was still on my sword, a rival swung wildly, aiming for me.

Shhh-!

The white blade of the Muramasa flew towards the enemy’s neck.

Seeing as none of them were equipped with means to protect their throats, I could easily dispatch them.

Now, only one remained.

I turned to face the gaze that had been lingering from afar.

Was she slightly over 160cm tall?

It was a petite female player.

She stared at me, her face pale, clinging to the stone railing.

“Hello?”

“Hyaah!”

Although my greeting was casual, her reaction was anything but light.

Screaming as if having a seizure, the female player trembled and fell into the flooded first floor beneath her.

Splash!

Ripples spread across the murky water.

The fallen female struggled, not even attempting to save herself, as she tightly shut her eyes.

After about ten seconds passed.

A kill log appeared in the upper right corner, indicating that the opponent had died.

Drowning! HaiminS

The moment I saw the kill log, the game time stopped, and a message appeared before my eyes.

[Last Survivor!]

Kill Score: S

Survival Score: S

Farming Score: A

Named Item: 2

You are a cruel butcher!

“Yay!”

I won the game.

I raised both hands high and cheered out loud.

Though I found the last survivor’s death puzzling, a win was still a win.