Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Guild Master Isn't Enough with Just the Game
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A green area heal continuously enveloped the surroundings.
The reason for focusing on heals was the desperate hope that not a single one would die, but the rebel heroes were casting skills every time their cooldowns ended.
With every skill explosion, injuries surged from all directions at an overwhelming speed.
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
At that moment, an area attack flew toward the hunters gathered in the rear—wounded but not fully healed by the heal's insufficient power.
KABOOM—!!
“No!!”
Someone screamed at the top of their lungs, and the gate's cave walls were drenched in the hunters' blood.
The surviving hunters desperately poured heals onto the group.
But without even a moment to breathe, ultimate skills erupted continuously from the enemy lines, turning the inside of the gate into utter chaos.
Boom! KWANG!
SHHHH—!
The rebels were targeting Spaceking specifically, but the horrific carnage unfolding in the same space instilled fear in everyone.
["Injuries are piling up. I think I just saw a death."]
["Don't get close! It's too dangerous, so we'll provide remote heal support from now on!"]
["We're reaching our limit."]
["G-Guild Master, isn't there something we can do? You always found a breakthrough in sieges during crises. Please, do something."]
In this crisis shaking my mind to its core, I bit my lip hard to keep from losing focus.
I couldn't hold it back anymore.
This wasn't the time to focus on what was happening in the rear.
We had to break through.
As our allies' range expanded from Fullminak to Goldbunker and Spaceking, that near-death sense of crisis hit me again.
Think. Figure it out.
My head throbbed with pain once more.
Please.
I want us all to survive.
What the hell do I need to do to turn this situation around?
That's when someone shouted.
"Monsters are approaching from the front and rear!"
"?!?"
At this absurd news, Gilgamesh and I both widened our eyes.
To add insult to injury, monsters began revealing themselves one by one, their eyes gleaming as they advanced toward us.
"Crazy! How the hell are we supposed to handle this—!!"
It was Kali's voice.
I swallowed a silent groan at words that crushed morale.
I understood the feeling, but as vice guild master, she shouldn't say things like that right now.
"We're gonna die! We're all gonna die!"
This time, it wasn't Kali—it was someone else.
No.
As hunters trapped in this extreme situation began falling into despair and stirring one by one,
"Everyone, shut the fuck up—!!!"
KWANG!
Roooar—
Gilgamesh, who had just leveled up and unlocked his first class skill, held a katana in one hand and smashed the front with a fiery fist, growling.
"Anyone whining in this situation gets killed by my hand."
The area fell silent.
Ha.
Damn, that was perfect, Gilgamesh.
The best thing I'd ever seen him do.
His main focus was sword and fist techniques, and choosing fist master seemed to be for better tanking.
That guy was ambidextrous, too.
He'd been flaunting flashy skills and swinging his sword to show off his ambidexterity, but now he sidled up to me and asked,
"Fuck. What now? Strategy genius Kaisha, got any plans?"
His voice was tense.
Gilgamesh wasn't immune to fear in this gruesome scene of blood and flesh flying.
He and I swung our swords simultaneously.
Clang!
Stab.
The hero charging at us blocked Gilgamesh's sword, only for my blade to pierce its throat, vanishing it completely.
Only then did I speak.
"Hang on. I'm racking my brain like crazy right now to survive."
"I'm counting on you."
Gilgamesh asked again.
"You still haven't picked your first class skill?"
"I've hit the level."
"Then?"
"Debating between healer and swordsman."
"Pick fast. Honestly,"
Boom!
"Hesitating and taking a sword to the gut means it's all pointless. On that note, I dumped all my stats into strength."
Clang—!
Gilgamesh punched back a charging monster, then blocked the next hero's sword.
KWANG—!!
I followed with Lightning, sending monsters tumbling into their swarming pack.
Gilgamesh really was a guild master through and through.
He'd already mentally prepared for death inside, but he acted casual, chatted like nothing was wrong, and fought even flashier for the guild members.
Gilgamesh said,
"My skills feel stronger by the second. Is this my neural power unlocking?"
"Gilgamesh."
"Yeah."
"You know one of my titles is God of Victory, right?"
"Yeah. I believe you, Carmen."
Even if he sounded nonchalant, Gilgamesh's faint smile made him look more at ease.
With gate monsters swarming from front and rear, tightening the noose, the enemies were in the same boat.
Their ultimates were dropping off, giving us breathing room.
When everyone's sinking in the muck like this, the ones who keep their heads straight survive.
I still
hadn't given up hope.
The greater the crisis, the more I wanted to focus on healing for everyone's sake.
But picking a sword skill would give me an edge against heroes and let me punch through the front more cleanly.
Heal? Attack?
For survival, heal?
I could learn everything later, but right now, which skill favored immediate survival?
Forcing basic heals into area use slashed their potency.
If I unlocked healer class skills, maybe I could properly heal the wounded—that was the hope.
Or just stick to basic heals and pick swordsman?
I wasn't the only one who could pick healer skills. Going swordsman might end this faster, boosting guild survival odds.
Heal? Attack? Heal? Attack?
“Ugh…….”
My head throbbed from overthinking.
Crackle.
“?!”
For a split second, the skills in my skill window glowed faintly.
What? Did they activate?
Startled, I tapped them, but nothing happened.
"Kaisha! Behind you!!"
Gilgamesh's voice.
I snapped to attention, tearing my eyes from the skill window and turning—but a bluish blade was already rushing in.
Stab!
“?!!”
Not red eyes.
“……Hell, Cannon?”
It wasn't me pierced by the thrust sword—it was Hellcannon.
I knew he was here, but he'd stayed in the rear, so I'd assumed neutrality.
Why help me now?
“Ugh.”
Hellcannon grimaced, clutching the blade gutting his abdomen.
Before I could react, a barrage of damage poured onto Hellcannon and the frozen rebel behind him.
Dart's blue flash was the fastest.
KABOOM!
Hellcannon vanished like smoke before my eyes amid the damage storm.
“!”
The area erupted in massive flames next, and Gilgamesh dashed to my side, sword swinging.
"You hurt?!"
“…….”
"Snap out of it! That bastard's really dead!"
I flinched.
Oh, right.
Gilgamesh clicked his tongue.
"You're serious even now? Your eyes lit up like crazy."
"My fandom is always real."
"Good job. You were right to obsess. Hellcannon taking your side means you've made it big."
No time to feel proud.
“Argh!”
"Rear under attack!!"
It was starting.
The monsters slinking out from front and rear now charged in earnest.
Our ranged DPS supporting us all rushed to the rear.
Definitely heal.
No, attack!
Frustrated, I spammed basic attacks on heroes, but it wasn't satisfying.
Gilgamesh glanced at the rear crisis and asked me,
"Should I go?"
He had the bandwidth.
The rebels fighting us were heavily disrupted by front-rushing monsters.
"Go!"
As soon as I sent Gilgamesh, I rallied all my heroes.
"Messiah! Terra! Elfer! Valen!"
Now was the chance to sweep the rebels.
But committing to attack and picking swordsman suddenly made magic and fist arts feel like a waste.
"Damn."
What was I doing?
The reason for my agony: across the entire skill tree, too many skills I'd used freely.
I was dying of frustration.
That's when a red alert flashed on my hero Elfer's HP.
“Elfer—!!”
I hurriedly hit the healer skill.
Too many heroes had died already, and Elfer was my strongest pure DPS among summons.
Quick judgment: saving one hero helped the team more than me picking attack to fight personally.
Tutorial basic heals couldn't sustain max-level heroes.
[You have acquired Wind of Healing.]
Just like when starting with the biwa long ago, I chose Wind of Healing as my first skill and activated it.
[Wind of Healing lv1]
Whoosh—
A proper area heal scattered green light across the area, rapidly filling Elfer's HP bar.
This meant no proper attack skill for now.
Back to clashing max-level heroes with crappy basics.
“…….”
I gritted my teeth.
Why was I even agonizing like this?
I clearly remembered the sensation: setting skill ranges, spreading mana, amplifying with neural power!
Crackle.
The skill window glowed once more, then dimmed.
“?!”
Not an illusion.
Every skill flashed as if briefly activated.
What was this?
“!”
A shocking thought flashed through my mind.
If neural power was a real third sense I'd learned, I couldn't forget what I'd mastered.
Even if it was in-game—my ability was undeniably real.
“Kaisha-nim!”
Even with heroes guarding me, standing frozen too long was dangerous—an attack rushed in.
Damage barrage.
I rolled aside to dodge.
KABOOM—!!
My heart raced.
Perfect timing—the rebels clustered dealing with gate mobs.
Some guild members mixed in there, so I called them.
"Mino! Enker!"
["Yes?!"]
["Yes, Guild Master!"]
"Bring your heroes and get here now! Everyone, fall back from the front!"
At my shout, Fullminak and other guild members moved swiftly and orderly.
True to rankers, they shifted fast, forming the setup I wanted.
Now.
[Messiah's trait skill: Immortality lv99]
I cast it and charged the center front.
Too many menu options—like a newbie overwhelmed—and I couldn't pick the right skill instantly.
Front spears and swords targeted me.
Leaving my flustered summons to fight, I leaped high.
Something big. Gotta be big.
Heaven-Piercing Dynamite felt risky—could collapse the gate and kill everyone.
Then.
"Super Area Thunder!"
I shouted the skill name aloud, pulling every ounce of sensation.
The skill window lit up again.
And.
Flash!
KABOOM—!!
“…….”
The area froze like a paused video.
A colossal green lightning cannon, nearly filling the gate cave, blasted straight through the front.
The fierce battlefield ahead.
Almost everything there vanished in one go.
Gulp.
The few surviving rebels near the walls, stunned, staggered back, dropping weapons one by one.
Faces gripped by terror so deep they'd forgotten their immortality.