Chapter 300 Love and Peace
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 300
Chapter Title: Love and Peace
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The big-breasted Skar glared at Desmond.
"You've been treating our youngest like shit up until now, and suddenly you want to negotiate?!"
The mystic guy sneered.
"I heard that you dueled him a few days before we came, right? You called a retired high-rank explorer against an intermediate-rank mid. You trash-like bastard. And you still lost."
"Pathetic, so pathetic."
The mystic and the big-breasted Skars diligently picked on Desmond.
All sorts of creative curses flew around.
Desmond became a guy who didn't receive proper home education, turned into an orphan who grew up without parents, and was finally degraded into trash worse than a beast.
Jeong Yoo-shin stared blankly at the combo of the mystic and the big-breasted Skars.
'Dependable.'
He turned his head and looked at the person who was getting cursed at in real-time.
'Pitiful bastard.'
Desmond couldn't even breathe properly. Because he hadn't heard such humiliating curses ever since he hit middle age.
He couldn't even get angry.
Because there were no ordinary people among the half-barbarians here right now. Each one of them had a unique aura around them, and he couldn’t even begin to guess their skills.
How in the world could monsters like these suddenly appear out of nowhere?!
Among them, he was especially wary of the middle-aged man.
He was keeping silent without spitting out curses like the other barbarians, but Desmond felt a bizarre heavy pressure from him.
His eyes were so deep that it was hard to fathom, and his face was close to expressionless.
When the handsome middle-aged man raised his hand, the mystic and the black-haired woman closed their mouths.
"Handsome Skar, what do you think?"
At the middle-aged Skar's question, Jeong Yoo-shin had nothing in particular to say.
"Desmond, there’s no negotiation. You know it, and I know it. If you wait quietly, old man Ragna will come and clean you guys up. Just wait."
At Jeong Yoo-shin's calm reply, cold sweat poured down Desmond's back.
The middle-aged Skar stared intently at Desmond's face and opened his mouth.
"Desmond, is there a mastermind manipulating the Pantheon Clan?"
"...!"
Desmond's eyes widened.
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"Is it one of the superhumans of Labyrinth City? I'm feeling a few energies peeking at us right now."
The mystic guy and the TS Skar also nodded.
"Annoying flies."
"Gloomy bastards."
"They didn't come to negotiate with Skar, they came to spy on us. Or they're doing both."
The middle-aged Skar hit the main issue.
Desmond fell to his knees as if collapsing.
"P-Please spare me!"
The Skars turned their heads and looked at Jeong Yoo-shin.
Their eyes were shining, as if telling him to just say the word.
They had expressions as if they wanted to charge into the Eastern District right away and turn everything upside down.
Jeong Yoo-shin shook his head.
"Leave him be. It's not a matter for you guys to step in."
They had suddenly dropped in here because of his mistake, and he didn't want to make them see blood too.
Although they didn't say it…
He felt like he knew how they had lived in their respective worlds.
Blood and death.
It must have been a repetition of struggle and competition.
Since they were already here, he hoped that they would at least relax and heal before going back.
The mystic guy saw through Jeong Yoo-shin's intention and made an annoyed expression.
"Sigh. So soft. He's like this guy's tits."
At the sudden sexual harassment, the TS Skar glared at the mystic guy.
"Why’re you suddenly bringing up my breasts? You ugly bastard."
"..."
The middle-aged Skar turned his head and looked down at Desmond.
"So he says. Since our youngest told us not to step in, then there's no need for us to take action. Still, we should give them a warning."
Just as the middle-aged Skar stroked his chin and fell into thought…
The mystic guy shot up from his seat, approached Desmond, and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Hey Desmond, tell the Pantheon Clan leader. If you touch Skar, we’ll kill you all."
Desmond felt a bizarre sensation. His stomach churned and his head became dizzy.
"Wh-What is this...?!"
The flustered Desmond hurriedly stood up and looked at the mystic guy.
"Wh-What did you do to my body?!"
Only now could he feel it. Evil magic had settled inside his body.
The mystic guy shrugged his shoulders.
"It's nothing much. It's a curse containing a simple message. Just go to the Pantheon Clan leader and deliver it to them, and it’ll be lifted on its own."
Desmond staggered back and turned around.
"A-Anyway, I've delivered all the clan leader's words!"
The mystic guy gave him a gloomy smile.
"Goodbye."
Thump!!!
The door closed.
Only Jeong Yoo-shin and the Skars remained in the inn again.
The middle-aged Skar crossed his arms and stared at the mystic guy.
"Second Brother."
"Why?"
"I'm worried that you've looked into the abyss for too long."
"What wouldn't I see to survive? I'm controlling it well on my own, so don't worry."
"I understand."
Jeong Yoo-shin frowned.
"What did you do?"
"I just sent them an appropriate warning. If they have brains, they won't touch you anymore."
The mystic guy replying slyly.
Since he said it was just a 'warning', Jeong Yoo-shin didn't say anything more.
The guy took out a black crystal from his pocket and threw it to the big-breasted Skar.
The TS Skar caught the black crystal and examined it.
"What's this?"
"Tear of the Abyss. The handsome guy needs it for his weapon, so pack it tightly with mana."
The big-breasted Skar fiddled with the black crystal and inserted mana into it.
"Hmm? It's already quite full though?"
"First Brother and I put in quite a bit already. If we take turns diligently infusing it with our mana before we go back, it should be enough."
"Really? Ah! Did you know that our youngest is a half-incubus?"
"..."
As soon as the big-breasted Skar's words ended, the gazes of the Skars focused on Jeong Yoo-shin.
"Hmm."
"This is crazy. Really?!"
The first didn't have much of a reaction.
The second made a fuss.
Jeong Yoo-shin scratched his head.
"Ah. I was going to tell you, but the timing was a bit off so I'm late."
The mystic's eyes narrowed.
"Lucky bastard. You've set up a pool of wine and a forest of meat here."
The big-breasted Skar nodded.
"I know, right? They were all beautiful women without exception."
The mystic guy, who had been thinking deeply, tilted his head.
"It's strange. They all looked like women with dignity. Were we popular with such high-status and noble women? How about you, First Brother?"
"I have nothing to say."
"No. Don't be like that. Tell me if there's anything. Please."
The first gnawing on a pork rib without answering.
The mystic guy turned his head and looked at the wolf beast-person.
"What about you, Third Brother?"
The wolf beast-person shrugged his shoulders.
"I enjoy cooking more."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Grrrrr! It seems Second Brother is also a virgin, so don't look at me with those eyes."
"Hah!"
The mystic guy turned his head and looked at the big-breasted Skar.
"You too?"
"Just eat your food."
The mystic guy let out a deep sigh and grabbed a pork rib.
"Hoo. Damn it."
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Desmond, who had left the inn, walked quickly and returned to the Eastern District.
He held back the nausea that was rising from his stomach several times.
Something unusual was happening in his body.
He could tell. Because he was once a quite high-ranking mage.
As he got older and mainly took on the role of using his head in the Pantheon Clan, he didn't pay much attention to his magic skills anymore, but…
He knew at least a little bit of most types of magic.
However…
'Wh-What in the world kind of magic is this?!'
It was a feeling of 'something' wriggling in his stomach.
Was it black magic?
He thought about it, but he had never heard or seen such magic in his life.
When his shoulder was grabbed by that guy a moment ago, all of his mana scattered and hardened like stone.
So he couldn't feel anything until that guy's mana settled in his body.
'I have to return quickly!'
He had to lift this curse fast.
Desmond staggered and ran to the Pantheon Clan.
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Deep inside the Eastern District.
In an old-fashioned mansion.
The executives of the Pantheon Clan were gathered in one place.
"..."
The meeting room was as quiet as a dead mouse.
The middle-aged man sitting at the highest seat tapped the expensive-looking wooden table with his finger and stood up.
Balthazar.
The boss of the Pantheon Clan.
The man who obtained the Master of Metal imprint.
In front of him, any great warrior would have to yield a step.
Because with a single simple hand gesture of his, armor and weapons made of metal would crumple, scatter, or even shatter into pieces.
His ability didn't stop at neutralizing metal equipment.
He could also strengthen metal weapons for a certain period of time.
To the level where a rusted iron sword could split plate armor like cheese.
It was an ability that could neutralize the opponent's weapon while strengthening his own.
Moreover, he also had the ability to move freely through metal.
His level was also high, so he didn't fall behind other strong people physically or magically.
Even though he was such a powerhouse, he was now feeling anxious as he sat waiting for a long time.
Clatter!!!
Desmond, his whole body drenched in sweat, roughly threw the door open and entered the meeting room of the Pantheon Clan.
"Haaaak!!! Haaaaaak!!! I've returned!"
Desmond gasped for breath and barely managed to speak.
The executives couldn't hide their bewildered expressions.
Desmond was an old man who always acted like a fox. They couldn't even imagine him looking this flustered.
"Desmond, the negotiation?"
At Balthazar's question, Desmond shook his head.
"I-I couldn't even bring it up."
"A breakdown. What about the barbarians next to Skar?"
"Th-They are far beyond my understanding!"
"Who?"
"Th-The mage! That m-mystic guy!"
Desmond urgently yelled and then closed his mouth.
The executives looked at Desmond.
"Desmond, finish your words. What about that mystic guy?"
"Th-The mystic guy. Mystic. Mystic. Mystic. Mystic. Mystic."
Suddenly…
Desmond repeatedly muttered ‘Mystic’ like a broken clock.
The expressions of the executives rapidly stiffened as they stood up.
Because they felt something chilling from Desmond.
At that moment…
Craaaack.
Along with the sound of bones breaking…
Desmond's body bent in a bizarre posture.
His neck completely snapped back and touched his back.
And his bent legs were draped over the nape of his neck.
"Wh-What is this?!"
One of the executives of the Pantheon Clan stepped back and shouted.
"Mystic. Mystic. Mystic. Mystic."
The neck of Desmond, who had been muttering blankly, snapped once again, burying his head in his groin and laying face down just like that.
"..."
The executives stared at Desmond's bizarre appearance with their jaws dropped.
They had seen all sorts of disgusting sights in the Eastern District, but they had never heard or seen such a phenomenon before.
Cracracraaaack!!!
The skin on Desmond's back split open, revealing a body with only red muscles.
It was like a cicada undergoing metamorphosis.
An appearance of a human shedding his skin.
At the profane and terrible sight, a few executives trembled in fear.
Desmond's 'mutation' didn't end there.
Cracracraaaack!!!!!
Cruuuuunch!!!!!
Soon…
In the middle of the meeting room…
A human tree woven of flesh, innards, bones, and muscles was created.
A sight far beyond human understanding.
Desmond continued to mumble something, but no one could understand what he was saying.
A few executives couldn't bear it and turned their heads away or dry heaved.
"U... Uuurgh!!!"
"Wh-What in the world is this...?!"
At that moment…
Desmond, whose head was the only thing left on the side of the flesh tree trunk, opened his mouth.
"Ah. Hello everyone."
Desmond's eyeballs rolled bizarrely and took in the executives gathered in the meeting room one by one.
Desmond gave them a twisted smile.
"You tormented our handsome youngest terribly."
"..."
The executives closed their mouths.
Handsome?
Their youngest's identity should be the butcher Skar.
If so…
The one speaking to them right now must be that guy wearing the robe.
"Our youngest has a really kind heart. Even while suffering from madness, he still treats you guys like people, right? But I'm not like that."
The mystic guy, borrowing Desmond's mouth, continued his words.
"You frog-like bastards gathered in a cesspool, not knowing how scary the world is. Everything you've experienced here originally exists outside Labyrinth City. Just keep that in mind. I don't normally give warnings, but I'll do it just this once because of our youngest. Let's live humbly. Love and peace."
Desmond's mouth closed.
"..."
A strange silence fell over the meeting room.
Balthazar let out a hollow laugh.
"Hah! To think Skar had brothers, this is truly a terrifying…"
Balthazar's words could not continue.
Splaaaaaaash!!!
Because the flesh tree burst apart just like that.
The meeting room was instantly covered in blood and flesh.
The executives, who were now covered in blood and innards, screamed in horror.
"Hwaaaaaak!!!"
"Haaaaak!!!"
"F-Fuuck!!!"
Balthazar let out a deep sigh while looking at the meeting room that had become a mess.
"Hoo."
He didn't know about the others…
But the guy wearing the robe wasn’t sane.
'I messed with the wrong person.'
In extreme regret…
Balthazar grabbed his head.
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At the same time.
Dalmong's Inn.
Jeong Yoo-shin sat in the counter chair and looked at the mystic guy who was mumbling something.
"Second Brother, what’re you doing?"
The mystic guy opened his eyes sleepily.
"Love and peace."
"Crazy bastard."
Jeong Yoo-shin sat next to the robe guy and wiped the water off the plate with a dry cloth.
The robe guy grabbed the dry cloth and looked at Jeong Yoo-shin.
"Youngest."
"What?"
"I want to get a girlfriend too."
"Just wipe the plates."
"Okay."
A quiet inn.
A small smile hung on the mystic guy's lips.
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T/N - Damn man. Mage Skar is terrifying. That was some eldritch type shit right there. Are we sure he hasn’t made a deal with an Outer God? But if he’s already that strong, then what about the middle-aged Skar?
Also, I find it sweet that the MC wants the other Skars to relax since he has an idea of what they must have gone through in their worlds.