Chapter 307
Chapter 307
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 307
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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A week had passed since conquering Sector 601 and turning it into A-Plan Legion's base.
This past week had been the busiest one yet.
With a considerable number of villagers, we had to establish basic laws. Quick-witted merchants, somehow catching wind of it, swiftly arrived in Sector 601 with various proposals for A-Plan Legion.
Among us, the one who barely had time to breathe was none other than A-Plan Legion's master, Kang Myung-jin. He scurried around to form friendly relations with nearby legions settled around the sector.
He even caught the eye of major legions. It was because we had conquered Sector 601 solely with the legion's own strength, without any outside help. A-Plan Legion was what you'd call a super rookie—the kind of talent everyone covets.
'They'd love to swallow the whole legion if they could. But luckily for us, the major legions nearby are all eyeing each other warily, too cautious to make a move.'
The rest of the legion members focused on internal organization.
In my case, I spent most of my time outside the castle on errands from Kang Myung-jin.
'It feels like I'm being overworked, which doesn't sit well, but what can I do... It's still early days. I need to keep moving until A-Plan Legion stabilizes. Then it can grow stronger faster than in the original story.'
And now, I had entered a village near Sector 601 called "Cool Summer Breeze in Sector 174."
It was a village with thousands of zelkova trees. There were more trees than buildings or people. True to its name, a cool breeze blew from somewhere.
I headed to one side of the village. There was a long, single-story building. From the outside, it looked so shoddily built that it seemed more like a warehouse than a place for people to live.
I kept walking toward the building. Then, about twenty people burst out from inside.
They were all lightly dressed. Some had tossed their tops aside and wore only pants; others had ragged clothes haphazardly draped over them. But they all commonly gripped menacing weapons in their hands.
One of them stepped forward. It was a scruffy-bearded middle-aged man approaching while puffing heavily on a cigarette. With his protruding belly, he lightly swung a massive halberd with one hand, slamming it into the ground with a thud.
"Who the hell are you, barging into our legion HQ like you own the place?"
"Barging in? As you can see, I walked right up to the front."
"There's a barrier up front that says not to enter without permission, you moron."
"Oh, that thing? The writing was such a mess, I thought it was some kid's scribble."
"Bullshit. Your eyes must be the problem."
The man irritably flicked his cigarette butt at me. I tilted my head. The butt grazed past my hair and fell to the ground. A bit of ash touched my hair.
I brushed the ash off my hair. It was a minuscule amount that wouldn't even stick to my fingers, but it was still there.
'Decision made.'
Kang Myung-jin had told me to resolve things peacefully if possible. I figured I'd try talking once, following his advice.
'Kill them all.'
How could I just stand there after this welcome?
"Well, well, killing intent? You must be pretty pissed off."
"Is this how Tyrant Legion treats guests?"
"If you're a guest, act like one and follow our rules. So, who are you? I don't recognize you. Does anyone know this punk?"
Tyrant Legion's master, Tyrant, looked around at his legion members as he asked. They all shook their heads.
"First time seeing him."
"What, cocky bastards like this aren't exactly rare."
"Guys with strong unique traits act like that. We need to beat the attitude out of him."
The master turned back to me.
"Hear that? We don't know you. State your identity and your business here. Depending on the reason, we might let it slide."
I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket. It was a crumpled letter covered in crude language.
"Oh, that. Yeah, we sent it."
The letter consisted of six lines, summing up roughly to this:
Hand over Sector 601 if you don't want to die.
"You should've said you were from A-Plan Legion upfront. We could've at least offered some water. So, what's your answer? When are you handing over Sector 601? We'd prefer you clear out by tomorrow, but we can wait three days."
"I'll give it to you in about a hundred years."
"Huh?"
"Wait patiently until then. If you're bored, you can wait in hell."
"Oh ho. Come to fight, have we? I heard A-Plan Legion's master uses a spear... No buddies with you? You didn't come alone, did you?"
"Punks like you are more than enough for me solo. Alright, hell tourism service starts now. No refusals. Crispy outside, juicy inside!"
I crumpled the paper, stuffed it back in my pocket, and clenched both fists.
Crackle-crackle.
I activated Astrafe (C). A skill that imbues weapons with the power of lightning. This includes fists or feet as weapons. The definition of "weapon" is up to me, so I could probably treat my entire body as one. But that would require a higher rank.
"You little shit. I'll cut your head off and send it to your master in a coffin."
"You guys... well, the beasts can eat the rest."
I charged at them. I didn't feel the need to draw my sword against these guys. Bare hands were plenty.
'Ten Thousand Thunders.'
I feinted a punch and fired lightning.
Rumble!
The guy hit by the lightning died without even a final scream.
Thwack!
I smashed down on the head of a shorty charging from below right, like hammering with my fist. Lightning coursed into his body, ending his life.
"You bastard!"
A man grabbed me from behind and raised a greatsword high. A faint blue sword aura formed on the blade. It was so crude I almost laughed.
'Ten Thousand Thunders.'
I generated one at his feet, invisible to him. A lightning bolt pierced him and shot up to the sky—a reverse lightning strike from ground to heaven.
The battlefield was chaos. The enemies hadn't received proper training, making their large-scale combat sloppy. They tangled here and there.
Of course, part of that was me slithering around like a mudfish, stirring things up. I was deliberately jumping into the thick of it.
"Hey, you idiots! What are you doing? Why are you cowering like that? I told you before—guys who die in battle are the cowards!"
Tyrant yelled, unable to watch anymore. But it was natural for them to fear.
Lightning wielder.
That was me, commanding bolts from the sky. The massive thunderclaps added intimidation. To people, lightning was even scarier than fire.
Thud!
I drove my fist into one man's jaw. He flew upward and crashed backward. I stepped on his falling body and leaped up.
My view widened, revealing the panicked enemies around me.
'Ten Thousand Thunders, five of them.'
Five bolts fired simultaneously rampaged freely.
Rumble-rumble!
"Aaaahhh!"
Thunder and screams mingled. In that hellscape, I swung my fists and legs.
As the battle dragged on, the enemies' numbers dwindled, and wounds accumulated on my body. No matter how good I was, completely dodging attacks barehanded was impossible. Still, none were fatal enough to hinder the fight.
"......"
In the end, all Tyrant Legion members except their master, Tyrant, were dead.
I stood before Tyrant, who loomed like a demon god. His gripped halberd shimmered with savage, verdant-green sword aura writhing like a beast.
"...I heard your A-Plan Legion consists of rookies who entered Atlantis just two months ago. Is that false info?"
My current power was far beyond what any rookie could possess. Even I thought so—how must it seem to him?
"No. That's true."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Our legion's a bit special. Believe it or not, your call."
No point explaining in detail to a dead man walking.
Tyrant gripped his halberd with both hands. His log-thick arm muscles bulged, veins popping. And his body was slowly growing larger.
'...Unique trait: Gigantification, huh.'
I fired lightning at him.
Rumble!
Tyrant didn't dodge; he took it head-on. But the lightning couldn't envelop him. His eyes gleamed fiercely as his body expanded.
'He has a skill related to elemental resistance. Or maybe a feature of Gigantification.'
I shot a stronger bolt. Tyrant staggered, but it wasn't satisfying.
'At this rate, it's just a stun gun to him.'
Tyrant, now gigantified to 4 meters, charged at me. Each step thudded like a massive boulder moving.
I ducked his swinging halberd and burrowed into his guard.
I punched his abs.
Thud!
But he didn't writhe in pain. Instead, he kneed upward at me. His giant hand roughly grabbed my airborne right calf and slammed it down.
"Gah!"
Pain like my body shattering surged through me. But I had no time to writhe. The verdant sword aura-wrapped halberd was descending on my head.
Boom!
I rolled aside to dodge, sprang up, and dove at Tyrant again.
'Ten Thousand Thunders!'
I squeezed out every last drop of mana, generating twelve around Tyrant. Then I unleashed them all at once.
Crackle! Crackle!
The twelve resonated, merging into one massive bolt that struck Tyrant.
"Gaaahhh!"
Tyrant screamed and dropped to his knees. His eyes rolled back—he was out. I didn't miss the chance, stepping on his knee to climb and pummeling his head with my fists.
On the seventh smash, his skull finally shattered, killing him.
Seeing the AP gain confirmed he was dead.
Tyrant's corpse began shrinking. The skill released upon death, returning his body to normal size.
'Chance to loot. Maybe he has something good.'
As I moved to search the body first, I sensed presences from behind.
Turning, I saw twelve people approaching warily.
Their matching mint-green leather coats and gear marked them as no ragtag group.
"Who are you? Sector 174 is Reeves Legion territory. What reason do you have for wiping out Tyrant Legion?"
Leading them was a platinum blonde woman. Her skin was transparently white, features sharply defined. Her chest was about B-cup—not huge—but her model-slim, refined figure stood out.
I widened my eyes at her ears. Triangular, unlike a vampire's. I knew instantly what she was.
'Half-elf!'
Of course, I'd only heard of them; this was my first time seeing one.
"Answer the question. If you stay silent, we'll treat you as an enemy."
They exuded a menacing aura, yet it was disciplined. A league above Tyrant Legion.
I had little fight left in me now. Mana was rock-bottom, and my wounds needed treatment. Even with Complete Recovery, I doubted I could take them all at once.
Running was probably my best bet.
"Ah, sorry. I was dazed from the battle aftermath. I came to Sector 174 on business with Tyrant Legion. Not to fight Reeves Legion."
Their aura eased at my words.
"Tyrant Legion paid a fair price to stay in our sector. If you started this without cause, we won't forgive you. This concerns Reeves Legion's reputation."