Chapter 129
Chapter 129
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Star Fall (14)
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- Soy Sauce Gaybar: Whoa, really makes my mouth water.
- Jokasss: Check out that ridiculously flashy entry. How many Hero Units are there?
- Take a Look: Bacchus Yulan, Demon Palace Tianna, that fucking Pioneer too—looks like all the Hero Units from the Ergel Three Kingdoms are here. And that blue-haired woman next to them, Great Spirit Mage Alicia, right?
- Highway Nacho Man: Yeah, that's her. All the good and neutral Hero Units we can reach from nearby Lordric North countries are gathered. What a feast for the eyes.
- Deer Drug Please: Hey, that guy in the corner playing with daggers—isn't that Furry Jack? Looks like it.
- Take a Look: Lmao, Furry Jackㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ What the hell is he doing hereㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
- Soy Sauce Gaybar: "Creatures without fur on their backs and bellies don't excite me even when I kill them. So rest assured, everyone." <- Actual quoteㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
- Speed Wagon: Mercy, Radiance, Abundance, Wisdom, Courage—the five grand cathedral knight captains are all here. Five officially recognized heroes from each cathedral. Three heroes from the Ergel Three Kingdoms. One Green Spirit Mage, one furry of unknown residence. That's what we can see so far. Get up quick. Let's check out the other Hero Units in the back.
- Deer Drug Please: Take lots of screenshots. This shit sells.
‘Damn, it really is dazzling enough to make your eyes spin.’
Beauties over here. Hunks over there.
Men and women of all ages, the kind you'd see in murals or illustrations from epic tales, sat around a massive round table. Not patchwork heroes like me—they were all people who had accomplished feats worthy of the title, their legends spreading from mouth to mouth for years. Their Heroic Points had to be over 10,000 at least. That meant tons of people saw them as true heroes. Even ugly faces would look heroic on them.
Ding-!
[Player 'Professor' Heroic Points: 943 / Villain (tag: Red Mute) Points: 4372]
‘Huh?’
Just to check, my Heroic Points still hadn't broken 1,000. No surprise there. Outside my time as a Turan Thousand-Man Commander, I'd done everything solo, in hiding, or in the heart of enemy territory where no one saw. Even busting my ass, if no rumors spread as a hero, points wouldn't accumulate.
But my Villain Points were already over 4,300?
- Soy Sauce Gaybar: Reference video: Tobrun Mage Tower .avi [14,15,16- Aaaah! Stop shaking! Aaaack! Aaaaah!!!]
- Jokasss: Forgot about it, but that's when he first met that water mage he always hangs with now.
- Take a Look: Looks like he's gotten pretty close to Professor. Wonder what happens if it comes out he's the same as Red Mute. Heard he even got a fear of heights because of that.
- Professor: Come on, it was for the public good. Does it make sense my Villain Points are higher than some notorious evil-aligned unit?
- Jokasss: Flooded a city for the public good, smashed a mage tower, gave a poor old mage PTSD, turned the Lead Flow School homeless, and fattened my belly with the loot. Anyway, it was for the public good, so I'm innocent.
- Highway Nacho Man: Beyond bold—straight-up highway robbery.
Villain Points were exactly what they sounded like. If Heroic Points were an objective measure of how much people saw you as a hero, Villain Points showed how much they saw you as a villain.
I could guess how it happened. The Red Mute who appeared out of nowhere, wrecked Tobrun, and vanished. Even now, the mage tower ruins with the public mana crystal embedded stood like a monument in Tobrun's center, constantly reminding people of that terrifying foe. Amid battlefield rumors of doom, refugees chased from capitals would head to safer east like Tobrun, spreading the tales. Intelligence agencies across kingdoms treated info on Tobrun's destroyer as high priority, so the infamy spread far and wide.
‘Fuck. No wonder I thought it was time for a looks change, but my body kept growing.’
Heroic Points made you look heroic—dashing, handsome—and boosted chances of heroic scenarios. Villain Points made you villainous. Macho types got bigger, fiercer, savage; earned respect from underworld scum; survived insane falls off cliffs with high odds.
‘That child-kidnapping cannibal player's Villain Points were in the 3700s. I'm a bigger villain than that asshole! Even if it's Red Mute's rep, me as the villain!!!’
Damn. No wonder that Gregorio or Greg guy was so cocksure before even checking. With this getup, shoving holy relics at these paragons while saying "I'm a hero too, heh heh"—of course they'd suspect!
Comparing my character to the tall, perfect Hero Units filling my view, I couldn't help shrinking inside, no matter how straight I tried to keep my head. Way more had gathered than expected.
‘Average player meets three to seven Hero Units during a playthrough if unlucky or lucky. Over 30 here alone. And these are just the official "heroes"—plenty of assassin types who avoid the spotlight or quit hero work for freedom. Call it 1:1, that's around 60 Hero Units in Kingsland right now. First time in GG history this many in one city. As a streamer, this first thrills me.
Too bad those epic heroes were all glaring at me with axe eyes.’
Ah, gotta pee. Their casual, piercing auras made my heart shrivel. Their gazes followed my raised right arm, the regenerating flesh now creeping past my wrist in real-time.
In this powder-keg moment with hands on weapons, the quietly observing old man spoke first.
"Quite... an impressive entrance. Paladin Gregorio? What's the meaning of this?"
"Archbishop! This wretch dared infiltrate our sacred cathedral, intending to gnaw at it like a parasite—"
"Hm... yes. A face I remember. The newly aspiring hero Professor... who wished to become this world's light..."
My mind snapped alert. Archbishop. Remembers my face. Knows my name. Mentioning it now. Conclusion?
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Ding ding ding ding!
‘The Archbishop's stepping up to save me! Thank you, Archbishop! Ro Haram loyalty loyalty!’
The cathedral brass must all be raccoon dogs like Senadis—they scratched exactly where I itched. Couldn't waste perfect support like this.
Instead of words, Professor dropped to one knee and pulled the Chamber Maid's head from inventory.
"May Radiance be with you, Archbishop. Judged solo queen assassination impossible, so undertook enemy scouting and key target kill under cathedral guidance. Just returned."
Thud, roll.
The half-human, half-plant head rolled toward table center. Grotesque with its tongue lolling, but no one blamed. Everyone here—human or monster—had a three-digit kill count.
The unassuming priest in simple robes, with white beard to his navel, stared at the head, then slowly rose, as if giving others time to think.
"La Tura, Ro Haram. Well done, hero Professor."
"Archbishop! I confirmed it myself! Another whisper lurks in his soul—"
"Paladin Gregorius. We always appreciate your dedication to the cathedral. However... didn't I tell you? Those who stare at the light head-on become blind, unable to hold it again. Broaden your thinking. Or at least respect all who labor for the cathedral."
"Th... urgh."
The holy knight seemed to have words, but the Archbishop's unyielding gaze got a silent bow in reply.
Clap clap clap clap!
"Radiance set up this meeting, so I came to catch some sleep. But events-packed from the start? Touching, Saint Norman."
"Heh heh heh, if Saintess Maria of Abundance approves, this old man doesn't know where to put himself. Light is everywhere, yet can't be chased by eyes. Differences in faith spark quarrels among believers now and then."
"If chit-chat drags on, I'm out. No time to waste."
"Very well. With everyone here—and especially the one we've awaited—let's begin."
While I puzzled over "the one we've awaited," the Archbishop floated a small orb of light from his fingertips, illuminating the dim chamber like a spotlight on the Chamber Maid's head I'd placed.
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"First, as most know but for the unaware, let's start with humanity's current crisis."
As the Archbishop spoke, the gray-armored man who'd claimed no time jumped in.
"I'm Cabric, Holy Knight Captain of Mercy Cathedral. No long talk. From when they kidnapped our saintess, we begged aid from all cathedrals, endlessly decrying the white mute's strength and cunning. But most kingdoms except Lordric demanded absurd concessions and rewards, refusing. Other cathedrals dismissed it as not their affair, like we were incompetent. That's today's result. Evil god born. Lordric on the brink, nations prepping only after it's too late. Way overdue, but before worse, pour all humanity's might. Minimal defense? Royal Guard? National borders mean shit before survival!"
Bang!
Unable to contain fury, Mercy's holy knight slammed the table.
"That's hurtful. When Abundance nearly withered from undead uprising, you refused aid citing holy domain infringement."
"So you refused now to pay us back! Even hearing our saintess was captured!"
"Just following precedent?"
"Terra Maria!! Don't forget we've left our collective 'mercy' in the north already! Even saintesses have limits!"
Started uneasy, and minutes in, ancient grudges and rage exploded.
‘Knew it. What's the point of gathering like this? No leader, just yelling till hoarse.’
Kids fighting, but holy knight captains and saintesses. Captain strength? Proven when that idiot got one-shotted. Saintess same league—terrifying.
Ahh, don't wanna butt in. Just pass envoy letters to Charlotte or Senadis and go home. Live cozy with level-mates...
"May I say a word~"
Against my teary regrets, my mouth already drew eyes with a languid tone unfit for the tension.
Hero meeting right after login. No coincidence. If I hadn't come, someone would've fetched me on cue.
‘Key branch point deciding playstyle. Meeting of heads controlling Kingsland's armed groups. Game system timed for player arrival. Blab hard, steer the coming war your way!’
Normal player wouldn't crash in with bloodied stump yelling "Spare me!"—but stopped the psycho's sword. Downside: my image here now
[Weak, useless clown unworthy of hero title]
No speaking rights.
As if reminding, Mercy's captain glared, rage leaking, growling.
"You're not fit to interrupt... For Radiance's aid when our saintess was taken, I'll spare you once. Know your place and shut it..."
"Place my ass—if we came to rank, why'd Radiance prep this round table? Dragged out a 100m banquet table, seating by status? Got rankings? Merciless knight tenth from front, Abundance behind, me at end—how childish—"
Creeeeak!
Thud.
"Oops, sorry. Defensive holy spells aren't my specialty."
"Ah, yes, fine. Neck's intact. Thanks for the save."
"No prob. Grateful you took my side. Woke me right up."
A hazy glow flashed; my dramatically swung right hand flew off, holy knight's blade blocked by white barrier inches from my neck.
"You... I said once!"
"Time-short guy acting up? Hurry meeting, prep for war—not swing at allies?"
"That's!"
Bang!
"The fuck you doing! Look! Radiance set meeting! Gathered all support commanders! While you got wrecked west, guy who infiltrated enemy heart for intel stands here—first words outta you should be 'Seen our saintess?' Given up?"
"How dare you mock my heart!!!"
Fuck. Can't breathe. Crushing pressure from Merciless knight as he rose; I stood too. Can't back down. Stronger! Act like I got something solid!
I hurled my severed right hand at Mercy Holy Knight Captain Cabric like a duel challenge.
"Chop away. Hundred, thousand times—if it fixes this shitshow, fine. Or shut up, sit, cool head. Radiance called meeting, their hero back from enemy turf—what that means unknown to thick skulls? Then this meeting's waste too; I'll fistfight you."
"Ur... raaaagh!"
Clang!
Cabric swung rage-made-real aura but slammed sword into floor through table. He sat before the deep-embedded blade.
"...Got a brain after all."
Nearly pissed myself, but atmosphere shifted. Bored heroes perked up; Archbishop nodded pleased. What'd the old man see in me?
Anyway, easy push.
Professor spoke under the Archbishop's spotlight.
"Alright, now we can talk. Nice meeting you. Radiance Cathedral hero, Professor."
Some clapped, some arms crossed probing.
Now, bake these fuckers to my taste.
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