Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: S-Grade Villain Deleted in My Territory
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Title: Analysis of Kim O-jun's Battle Footage from High-Speed Camera
Author: Anonymous
[Video Playback]
I used to curse out old man Kim O-jun whenever he preached that physical prowess matters even for mages in real combat... but it's clear now that I was wrong.
Check from the 3:20 mark in the video.
He's blocking a monster wave with his staff skill,
when suddenly five shadows ambush him—S-grade assassins from the Black Dragon Society,
all cloaked in [Dark Aura]. You know this is the ultimate counter to mages, right? Even grazing it wrecks your mana circuits.
Any normal mage would've had their head lopped off, but look at grandpa's reaction speed.
1. Instant [10-Layer Barrier] deployment to deflect the blades,
2. Simultaneously drops a [Black Hole Blizzard] right there to bind their feet,
3. [Teleport] to create distance while slamming in [Electric Shock].
4. Key point: The staff is in auto-turret mode blocking the wave, so he can't use it—pure hand-cast magic.
Normal mages are considered talented if they cast one spell per second, but this guy's handling it in under 0.1 seconds?
Staff crutch? No way.
That's the result of fully understanding himself, calculating magic flow down to 0.01-second intervals, honed over 50 years.
Kim O-jun isn't just a strong mage.
He's a perfected human weapon optimized for fighting with magic.
[Comments: 352]
Whoa... Even the high-speed camera only catches afterimages, and he reacts and counterattacks without a single hitch.
Not just one, but five in coordinated assault—and he counters with that old body? Makes no sense.
Now I get why mages worship Kim O-jun like a god. Undeniable GOAT.
That's how he's survived 50 years.
In the heart of the battlefield,
amid the ruins thick with the stench of blood and acrid smoke.
“Huff... huff... Cough!”
Kim O-jun spat up dark red blood onto the ground.
His side was deeply slashed, exposing bone, and a dagger was embedded in his left thigh, yet his hands still hummed with surging blue mana.
“Bare-handed without his staff... what a monstrous old bastard.”
The assassins' leader clicked his tongue.
Their gazes turned to the staff floating in the air behind Kim O-jun.
The staff, independent of its master's hands, was emitting mana on its own, staunchly blocking the monster wave surging from afar.
But Kim O-jun was not disarmed.
He had turned his most powerful weapon into a shield, confronting five S-grade assassins with pure magic alone.
“Did you think a mage is just a corpse without his staff?”
Kim O-jun wiped the blood from his lips and flashed a sinister smile.
Mana was plentiful. It was his aged body that couldn't keep up.
“Come on. I'll burn you to the bone.”
“Die, old man!”
The five assassins charged simultaneously, stepping on shadows.
Poison-coated blades stabbed from all directions.
Flash!
Kim O-jun vanished in a blur of afterimages.
[Teleport]
“Behind you!”
They whipped around urgently, but Kim O-jun was already hovering in their blind spot in midair.
Blue lightning snakes shot from his ten fingertips.
[Chain Lightning]
“Gaaah!”
Two electrocuted assassins convulsed and flew back.
The remaining three were poison freaks. Ignoring the pain, they exploded their auras and leaped to close in.
“Not a chance!”
Swoosh!
As an assassin's dagger aimed for his heart, a palm thrust toward the attacker's face.
[Flame Cannon: Close-Range Shot]
Boooom!
A massive explosion rang out,
and the assassin took a flame cannon straight to the face, slamming back without even a scream.
Using the recoil, Kim O-jun twisted in midair toward the incoming blade and extended his hand.
[Frozen Shield]
Clang! Clank!
An ice shield deflected the blade.
Without the staff, his casting speed was inevitably slower, but he unleashed a barrage of spells without even 0.1 seconds of gap.
One gesture summoned pillars of fire; another split the earth.
“This... insane old coot!”
“Infinite mana? Why isn't he tiring?!”
The assassins screamed in terror.
But there were clear limits.
No matter how he struggled, his wounded old body was at a severe disadvantage against five S-grades.
Stab!
“Urk!”
A blade pierced his shoulder from behind,
and though he spun and fired mana reflexively, the attacker had already melted into the shadows. Block one, and two more break through; block those, and three press in.
Too much blood lost. His vision flickered like a stuttering fluorescent light.
‘Is this it?’
As his knees buckled from exhaustion, the assassins wouldn't miss the opening.
“Farewell, great mage.”
The cold bite of steel as the blade flew toward his neck—in that instant,
whoosh,
the world's light and shadow inverted.
Just before the blade touched his throat, a voice like scraping the bottom of hell echoed from the shadows.
“Don't touch him.”
A slash from an unseen realm.
Splat!
A single cross-cut.
The heads of the three lead assassins soared into the air simultaneously. Clean cuts without a drop of blood.
“Wha... what?!”
“How did they die? I didn't even see it!”
As the remaining two froze in horror,
that brief gap handed the great mage a lethal opportunity.
Kim O-jun aimed at his foes, drawing solely on his own mana without need for the staff,
"[Arcane Magic: Burning Flame Spear - Final Form]"
⟨ Burning Flame Spear ⟩
Nine red magic circles for ultra-high-density compression loaded around one massive spear and 99 flame spears, deploying in the air and locking on precisely.
“Die.”
Kaboom!
The chained explosions from the perfectly impaled spears.
Not mere flames. Flames of annihilation that incinerated mana circuits, organs, and auras alike.
“Gaaaaah!”
The assassins vanished without even ashes.
A matchup where mages should lose to assassins by nature.
But the miracle born from the blacksmith's staff, Sylphsong's support, and Kim O-jun's veteran skill.
“Whew... All clear. Thanks, Sylphsong.”
“That's one more debt, old timer.”
Kim O-jun and Sylphsong exchanged grins.
That was when it happened.
“Hoh... Impressive.”
A heavy, sinking pressure descended.
“Found you, Queen of Shadows.”
Jin Wei, head of the Black Dragon Society.
He appeared, black dragon robe billowing. An overwhelming presence crushing the blood-soaked battlefield.
“And...”
His gaze shifted not to the field, but toward the Hunter Association building where Do-ha was.
“I need to catch the one who set this board, too.”
Deep within the association building,
Lee Do-ha's forge.
‘Black Dragon Society's leader, Jin Wei.’
The apex predator even among S-grades stood before me. A choking dark red aura of darkness.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Blacksmith.”
An ordinary greeting, but laced with extraordinary killing intent, seething with rage.
My heart pounded like it would burst, legs trembling so badly I could barely stand. My only lifeline was the system.
“What brings you to me?”
“I was going to try recruiting you... but that damn [Anti-Theft System] means you have to die.”
He grinned wickedly, continuing,
“As long as you're alive, our organization can't use the weapons. Gotta nip it in the bud.”
The moment he stepped forward,
Survival Crisis Occurred!
[Forced Zero-Back 0-Second Forge Entry/Exit Protocol Activated!]
My body began to glow for forced teleport just as he flicked his finger dismissively.
“Can't have that.”
[Unique Authority: Time Stop]
The world froze gray.
Teleport canceled, my body locked immobile—utter helplessness, unable to flee or scream.
“Should've stayed put.”
His hand slowly reached for my throat.
Just before his fingertips touched my nape,
Immediate Retribution Begins if Harm is Inflicted on Protected Target.
A colossal system voice thundered in my mind.
Not a mere alert—pure fury.
Dazzling golden light exploded from my body, followed by the manifestation of a massive hammer silhouette.
In that moment, I realized for the first time:
This system wasn't just a tool to aid me.
It saw me as its existence to protect—its owner and master—and focused entirely on my defense.
— If Direct Murder Attempt on Creator Himself
— Allows Once: Causality Collapse.
“Guh?! I... can't move...!”
Jin Wei's eyes bulged in agony.
A superior conceptual pressure devouring Time Stop—mana and skills utterly sealed.
The massive hammer fell toward him like inescapable judgment.
Boom!!!
A tremendous shockwave swept the forge.
The mighty Jin Wei spewed blood and was pathetically flung out of the space.
[Black Dragon Society Headquarters]
“Cough... urk... ugh!”
Jin Wei, barely returning via space-transfer scroll, was a wretched sight.
Bones crushed throughout, organs ruptured—no trace of an S-grade hunter's dignity.
“Boss! Are you okay?!”
Subordinates rushed in panic. Jin Wei stared into empty space with terrified eyes.
‘What... was that thing?’
‘Never, ever touch it. That's the realm of gods.’
His life barely salvaged by exhausting artifact treasures and secret magics bought with his fortune—the tower of ambition crumbled in an instant, all too futile.
“D-Deputy! Call a healer quick! I need to recover my power!”
Then Sian, his right-hand man and the organization's No. 2, approached. His expression oddly cold despite the crisis.
“Boss.”
“What are you doing?! Call the healer, I said!”
“No need.”
A dagger drawn from his bosom.
A chilling killing intent.
The most dangerous being in this organization wasn't an external foe. It had long been the uncontrollable leader himself.
Slash.
A gruesome sound and gushing blood.
“Gack! You... bastard...!”
“We don't need a leader wasting resources and dooming the organization. Isn't it more fitting for me to inherit that power and lead?”
Sian's hand on the dying man's chest.
[Demonic Energy Absorption]
“Besides, you... toyed with and killed my wife five years ago. Remember?”
“Tha... that...”
His eyes flickered, then lost light. The tyrant infamous even within the organization met a hollow end.
[Jin Wei's Skills and Stats Inherited.]
“Haa... ecstasy.”
Sian had long plotted this endgame, awaiting only the chance. The blacksmith had handed him the perfect opening.
A smile as boiling power surged.
‘Thanks, blacksmith. Your doing made my revenge effortless.’
Inadvertently, I'd indebted the new head of China's largest villain group.
The monster wave ended in resounding victory.
World's First: S-Grade Wave Defended with Under 100 Casualties
- Hunter World Shocked: “This is the Power of the Blacksmith”
- 6-Option Weapons Become Essential for Survival
Anti-Theft System Leads to 1,000 Villain Arrests
- Looters Branded and Captured in Real-Time Trying to Steal Weapons
- Citizens Cheer: “Blacksmith Better Than the Law”
Title: Aaaargh, Fuck! Why Am I Permanently Banned?!
Author: WrongedMan
[Blacksmith's Long Sword F]
- You have been permanently banned.
- [Brand Mark] Applied.
I bought this with my own money—does this make sense?
Got into a spat with some passerby and boom, branded? Consumer abuse? I'm so wronged!
[Comments: 88]
Yup~ The system doesn't lie~ You were villain material.
Hunter license revoked as of now. Congrats lololol.
Association inspection team en route. Good luck, enjoy your prison rice.
Title: Essential Question When Recruiting for Parties Nowadays
Author: PartyLeader
“Can you verify your blacksmith weapon?”
No this, no party invite.
Could be branded, or no gear means you can't pull weight. National rule now.
[Comments: 42]
Obviously? Durable, great DPS, safe—why not use?
Anyone not using is a spy.
Gov offering [F-Grade Gear Low-Interest Loans]—0.2% interest lololol.
Title: Jobless Guy Splurges 5 Million Won on Weapon Verification
Author: HappyNewbie
[Blacksmith's Sky Long Sword (F)]
— [Lightweight], [Swift Swing]
— Skills: [Growth], [Absorb], [Light Step]
— Special: [Equipment Activation E], [Anti-Theft]
So damn pretty. I just polish it at home.
Taking this out turns me from porter to DPS—dream come true. Not a regret on the 5 mil.
[Comments: 15]
Whoa... Leveled to E-grade and F-grade options are god-tier now. Different sheen.
Look at that skill lineup—solid, nothing to drop.
Equipment Activation + Socket is revolutionary. Dual-socket invincible fr.
Weapons I, Lee Do-ha, crafted were changing the world and people's perceptions.
A world where the weak are protected, and villains punished.