Chapter 143
Chapter 143
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: Repair [C]
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Repair [C].
A skill that restores broken equipment.
A simple skill for fixing gear that suffers extreme durability drain.
Of course, even Repair can't do much about cursed equipment.
So Leyzon decided to mix in a little trickery.
Shadow and darkness were added to the activated Repair.
They instantly wrapped around the axe in Leyzon's hands.
At the same time, the darkness and shadow burrowed into the equipment through Repair.
Shadow and darkness possess absorption properties.
In other words...
They could absorb the cursed power lingering in the equipment too.
At that moment, the eye embedded in the axe's center snapped open with a flash.
It spewed murderous intent through the enveloping darkness, thrashing wildly.
But Leyzon didn't flinch in the face of the axe's rage.
"Where do you think you're glaring?"
A wave of killing intent far greater than the axe's poured from Leyzon's body.
Intimidation Emission [C]
A skill gained during Estelle's evolution process. Optimized for crushing weaker beings.
The axe had already lost its power during the Repair process.
At that point, it couldn't possibly stand against Leyzon.
The overflowing murderous intent from the axe began to dwindle.
And finally, when all the killing intent was devoured...
Leyzon tossed the axe to the Sword Saint.
Thud!
The Sword Saint caught the flying axe.
He stared silently at the axe in his hands.
"How is it?"
Leyzon grinned, and the Sword Saint replied reluctantly.
"......No trace of the curse remains."
"Right?"
Leyzon said, looking around.
"Leyzon-nim."
Just then, Iden emerged from a shadowy corner alongside the darkness.
Iden had returned after finishing the search for the heteromorphic races.
"How'd it go?"
"They're not far from here."
"That's a relief. Here, a gift for you."
Leyzon casually tossed the darkness and shadow over.
Iden's straw mouth stretched wide open.
In an instant, Iden swallowed the darkness whole and chewed away.
"Tastes decent."
Iden was a curse doll.
What he needed for evolution was curses.
The curse embedded in the equipment was just prey to him.
"I'll keep feeding you, so stay there and eat up."
"Got it."
Just as Syria had evolved, Iden needed to advance to the next stage too.
With that in mind, Leyzon rolled up his sleeves.
Leyzon's eyes gleamed with greed.
Now, time for some exciting equipment farming.
Leyzon proceeded to loot and stash every piece of equipment he could find.
The corners of his mouth were practically hooked to his ears.
The reason Leyzon was smiling so brightly was simple.
'Legendary gear dropped!'
Legendary equipment.
Not the final tier, but the one right below it.
'The next stage requires fusing five Legendaries anyway.'
In truth, Legendary gear was practically endgame spec.
Leyzon lifted the Legendary equipment now in his hands.
Bound Filthy Resentment[World Exclusive][Legendary] Restriction Ascension: None The justice bound to the world has lost its utility and fallen into ruin. [Special Effect] ―Activates special skill 'Resentment Ripple'.
[Resentment Ripple]
―Critical damage is added to skill activations within the ripple's domain. ―Additional Critical Damage +50% Cooldown: 10 minutes
The equipment in Leyzon's hand was a pitch-black gem.
Occasionally, faces would flicker within the gem and vanish.
The description itself wasn't anything special.
Simple gear that added critical damage.
Critical hit gear was practically nonexistent in Dungeon Replay.
Still, it felt a bit lacking for true Legendary status.
But the reason Leyzon was grinning had nothing to do with that.
'Bound Filthy Resentment means each skill critical triggers independently.'
Every single skill activated within the Resentment Ripple gets critical applied individually!
That meant critical hits applied to every single Attribute Fusion skill.
What happens when all those skills stack with critical boosts?
Leyzon planned to find out soon enough.
On top of that, Leyzon snagged one of Hanok's equipment pieces too.
"Heh, heheheheh."
Hanok let out a sinister chuckle.
In front of him was a silver spear as tall as he was.
Silver Knight's Charge Spear[World Exclusive][Unique] Restriction Ascension: 10 The spear of the Silver Knight that illuminated an era. [Special Effect] ―Activates 'Silver Knight's Will' on attack.
[Silver Knight's Will]
Special effects activate during Silver Knight's Will. ―Defense +50% ―Movement Speed +50% ―Piercing Attack Power +50% Cooldown: 5 minutes
Hanok gripped the [Silver Knight's Charge Spear], his face beaming with joy.
He'd always been as gear-obsessed as Leyzon.
This piece must have really hit the spot.
They also picked up a few more pieces.
Unique gear [Abyssal Robe], [Dragon King's Boots].
Top-tier defense and agility-boosting equipment.
The rest of the gear was valuable too.
Leyzon planned to sell it all to bolster their funds.
"You're in high spirits, huh."
As Leyzon strode along with light steps, the Sword Saint shot him a glance.
"A guy born into nobility wouldn't get this joy."
"Abyss, there's this thing called noblesse oblige."
"I live for myself alone. You get me, right Hanok?"
"I do! Better than anyone!"
Hanok nodded vigorously in agreement.
The Sword Saint decided not to bother with the two idiots anymore.
By then, Leyzon had safely reached the surface.
Coming up from underground, the air felt distinctly different.
The Sword Saint and Hanok followed right after.
"Begris-niim!"
A booming voice rang in Leyzon's ears.
Leyzon looked up to see a massive man descending from above.
A bear dropping from the sky.
Thoom!
The earth trembled.
It was Pandor, the Sword Saint's adjutant.
"You vile fiend! In Lord Begris's stead, I shall fight you!"
Pandor swung his enormous mace menacingly as he roared.
He'd chased the Sword Saint all the way from Ugi Plains across the Insolent Plateau.
Leyzon eyed Pandor before turning to the Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint let out a short sigh.
Time to clear up the misunderstanding first.
Pandor's misunderstanding was cleared up quickly.
He took a hit from the Sword Saint in the process, but he was a rational man.
"Hahaha, that's surprising!
Then we'll take priority in finding and protecting the heteromorphic races who escaped the Transcendent Church.
We'll do our utmost to keep them safe."
Pandor laughed heartily as he spoke.
The heteromorphic races were surely making their way through the Ugi Plains.
Weakened from torment in the Transcendent Church, they could be in even greater danger.
Leyzon passed on the search locations Iden had pinpointed.
The Sword Saint decided to join Pandor in the search.
"Then, until the truth comes out next time."
"Say hi to Aegis for me now and then. She worries about you."
"......You've already got connections that far?"
Serinbam Guild Master, Aegis Gaibel.
She was the younger sister of the Bluebird Knights' Captain.
Aegis naturally knew the Sword Saint too.
"I'm a thorough guy."
If you want to get close to someone, win over their circle first.
Leyzon saw off the Sword Saint departing once more into the rainy Ugi Plains.
They'd surely find and protect the heteromorphic races unharmed.
He entrusted the Shadow Warlord's will to him.
Leyzon had his next task.
'Time to resolve the Shadow Warlord issue.'
Leyzon opened his bag.
The Shadow Warlord was currently locked in combat with High Priest Gullian.
To rescue him, what was needed was...
An expert.
What Leyzon held was a telegraph letter.
He'd already outsourced one job, but now was the time for another.
The recipient was already decided.
'Flamehead.'
Time for you to work some more.
In the rain-soaked forest of Ugi Plains.
The heteromorphic races huddled together, shivering.
They'd taken shelter in a high-altitude cave to escape the torrential downpour.
A soaked mage watched them, breathing heavily.
The mage's name was Delasian.
He had originally been employed as a mage by the Hundred-Legged Sovereign.
But upon learning of the Hundred-Legged Sovereign's deeds, he betrayed him and aided the Shadow Warlord—a righteous man.
His bond with the Shadow Warlord had endured to this day.
Thus, Delasian had gladly helped the Shadow Warlord again this time.
But the Transcendent Church's headquarters was far more dangerous than imagined.
In the end, all they managed was rescuing the heteromorphic races while the Shadow Warlord bought time.
"Hoo, I hope the Shadow Warlord's okay."
Delasian gazed wistfully out at the pouring rain.
At that moment, he doubted his own eyes.
Through the sheets of rain.
Someone was approaching.
Walking right out of the rainy sky.
"Huh?"
Delasian reacted with bewilderment.
Meanwhile, the figure drew steadily closer.
A mysterious man clad in a helmet and cloak with a pitch-black tail.
The distance shrank rapidly through the black rain.
Suspicious human.
Stop him.
The thought echoed endlessly in his mind.
Yet his body wouldn't budge an inch.
As if it were warning him not even to breathe.
Before Delasian could act, the man had already entered the cave.
He rummaged in his cloak and pulled something out.
Then he opened the bottom of his helmet and put what looked like a cigarette in his mouth.
Sizzle―
A flame sparked at his fingertip, lighting the cigarette.
Soon, the scent of mana grass filled Delasian's nose.
Mana grass, banned for its strong addictiveness and lingering toxicity.
The man smoked it nonchalantly, exhaling smoke.
He smirked as if feeling much better.
Then he patted Delasian's shoulder.
"Don't worry. No intention of harming you."
Leaving the frozen Delasian behind, he stepped further in.
The shivering heteromorphic races inside caught his eye.
They were all rigid, just like Delasian.
Not even their lips could move.
But among them, one.
A small girl quietly shone with silver eyes.
The man facing the girl smirked.
"Thought for sure you'd been turned into Apostle material. But you fooled them instead. As expected of an angelkin."
He approached the girl and extended his hand.
At that instant, red sparks crackled around her.
The man's hand was instantly scorched and burned by the sparks.
A charred smell wafted from inside his glove.
But the helmeted man didn't bat an eye.
"Worthy of a Transcendent's descendant."
He extended his burned hand toward the girl again.
"I have no intention of harming you. I'm here to protect you, actually."
The helmeted man chuckled through gritted teeth.
"Besides, even if you avoided being used as material, traces of the evil Transcendent influence must linger in your body, right?
I'll help you remove it."
The girl stared silently at the helmeted man.
Then she stood up.
A red halo formed above her head.
At the same time, a compassionate aura different from before emanated from her.
"What about the people here?"
"Ones who'll arrive here soon. Unlike the current Empire, they're righteous folk. They'll keep everyone safe."
The girl glanced at the heteromorphic races members and stood beside the helmeted man.
The helmeted man scooped her up with his now-restored hand.
She was as light as a feather.
His gaze turned outward.
Toward the Insolent Plateau.
'Looks like he made a huge score this time.'
The Abyss who obliterated the Transcendent Church headquarters.
Thinking of him, the helmeted man let out a short laugh.
"Looks like your tail got stepped on unexpectedly. Wonder what you'll do next."
One of the Empire's knight orders.
The White Lion.
There, someone had unwittingly crossed paths with the Vampire Queen.
Someone tied to her by past bitter grudges.
The White Lion Knight Order Captain.
He was racing furiously after the Abyss.
The helmeted man vanished with the girl in his arms, chuckling enigmatically.
The Sword Saint and Pandor arrived an hour later.
All they found was the unconscious mage Delasian, the heteromorphic races...
And a single burned mana grass stub.