Chapter 173
Chapter 173
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 173
Chapter Title: 39. Sleeping with the Enemy (8)
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“You… are you sure about this?”
Soldier-Kim Young-heum, the general who couldn’t easily trust Yeong-tae’s conviction.
Meanwhile, Businessman-Kim Tae-jun tilted his head at the unfamiliar surroundings.
“Where is this place?”
Having spent an incalculable amount of time solely in the Returner’s Room, Tae-jun felt curiosity rather than fear at this strange new location.
In response, Yeong-woo nocked another arrow at Gameta and shouted.
Piuuuut!
“That’s the one!”
With Yeong-woo’s official confirmation, a purple explosion erupted from Gameta’s shoulder blade.
Boom!
And with that as the signal, the three ‘friends’ all turned their gazes toward Gameta in unison.
“Grrraaah…!”
The first to charge was Businessman-Kim Tae-jun, who urgently needed to buy a television.
Kwarung!
A 3-meter granite golem.
He was the one who had once beaten Yeong-woo to a bloody pulp, but in front of the 8-meter-tall Gameta, he looked like a cute little stone doll.
So, naturally.
—Pathetic.
Gameta, who had the highest cosmic rank of anyone present, felt only ridicule.
The golem’s torso was so broad that there was no need to use a fist—it practically begged to be kicked.
And Gameta immediately put that thought into action.
Kwang, hwiririk!
Like kicking a rolling soccer ball, he swung his right leg and booted the oncoming Kim Tae-jun.
Pakaeng!
An enormous roar echoed as Gameta’s right instep snapped clean off with a crack.
—Huh…?
The granite golem’s outer shell had been far tougher than expected.
“Hey! That bastard’s foot broke!”
Yeong-tae immediately flared his nostrils and leaped toward Gameta’s right side, while Yeong-heum also launched into a high jump.
Kwaa!
Aiming for Gameta’s nape.
“…Why am I even doing this here.”
Even as he bared his long fangs, Soldier-Kim Young-heum still hadn’t adapted to his role as Yeong-woo’s ‘friend.’
To support such a Yeong-heum, Yeong-woo fired an arrow at Gameta’s left ankle.
Piuuuut!
At the same time, he ordered Jeong-gu to throw a weapon.
“Black Sword! Toss it over there!”
“Huh?”
Jeong-gu, who had been blankly watching the three mutants pile onto Gameta, belatedly came to his senses and looked down at the two swords in his hands.
Dragon’s Legacy and the Dullahan’s Sword.
“T-This one?”
Jeong-gu gripped the particularly black Dullahan’s Sword and swung his arm with all his might toward the direction Yeong-woo indicated.
Swiiiing!
Yeong-woo darted like a bullet to catch the Black Sword, then extended its blade to 5 meters and swung it immediately.
Hwiriririk!
Straight at Gameta’s chin from below.
—These bastards!
Despite the fairly threatening attack incoming, Gameta could barely move.
His right foot was broken, his right arm was being yanked by some spotted beastman, and the tiger clinging to his nape kept trying to gouge out his eyes.
So Gameta had no choice but to.
Flash!
Leap into the air to dodge the Black Sword while hurling the ‘Golden Trajectory’ he held in his left hand to the ground.
Kwang!
Then, with his now-free left hand, he tried to rip the white tiger off the back of his neck.
—Annoying pests.
But he couldn’t help flinching at Yeong-woo’s shout from below.
“Baby Slayer! Catch!”
—…?
Unthinkingly turning his gaze toward the voice, Gameta saw the Baby Slayer—wrapped in demonic energy—flying toward him at high speed.
It seemed like his comrade had hastily thrown it to rescue him…
—You’ve brought your own doom.
For Gameta, snatching the sword was all it would take, so he sneered.
—Now, behold! The true…!
Just as Gameta reached out confidently to grab the Baby Slayer.
Boom!
A purple explosion erupted from the Baby Slayer’s hilt.
—Guh!
Yeong-woo had shot another arrow, striking the Baby Slayer.
Thanks to that, the Baby Slayer veered off at an odd angle and shot far into the air, and in the meantime, Soldier-Kim Young-heum, who had been relentlessly targeting Gameta’s head, succeeded in gouging out one eyeball.
“Ugh, why do I have to do this crap.”
He crushed the eyeball with his long molars and pulled it out.
Crunch!
At that, Gameta—who hadn’t reacted at all to Yeong-woo’s pain-infliction effect until now—finally twisted his mouth in agony.
—Graaaaaah! You dare!
And at the same moment.
Tat!
Yeong-woo, who had moved right beneath the flailing Gameta in midair, summoned the Baby Slayer hovering near the ceiling.
「Fool’s Ironclad Belt」 - Mutated Belt
【Recovers weapon remotely.】
Yeong-woo’s traditional attack method, one he’d used since his days as the Regional Top Swordsman.
“Die!”
As Yeong-woo swung his arm to call the Baby Slayer, the mythic-grade weapon plunged vertically from high in the air at tremendous speed.
Swwiiiing!
A blood-red trajectory slicing the otherworldly dungeon vertically.
“M-My god.”
“Whoa…!”
The inspectors from the three countries, who had long since become pure spectators, gaped as the red trajectory pierced straight through Gameta’s flesh.
Though it was no different from calling in mutants for a gang beatdown, the fact remained that Jeong Yeong-woo had effectively soloed a 6-man boss.
—Ah…!
Finally, Gameta let out his first groan of dismay as his massive wings shuddered.
Then.
Fwooooosh!
His majestic body went limp and plummeted to the floor.
Kwaaaang!
The moment he crashed, the three mutants swarmed him like miners who’d struck ore, beating him mercilessly.
Their summoning time was almost up—they needed to rack up as many contribution points as possible to buy that television.
“What, you mangy mutt?”
“Ugh, you bastard!”
“Die already!”
“Mr. CEO… I think your family’s watching this on TV…”
Before Yeong-woo could finish with “and all,” the ‘friends’ stopped moving first.
“Huh.”
“A-Already?”
Yeong-tae, who had been beating him the noisiest, had his snout gradually fading.
The summoning time had expired.
“This guy’s not dead yet, right?”
Soldier-Kim Young-heum, already half-transparent, asked this, so Yeong-woo slowly walked toward the sprawled Gameta.
Sure enough, the Golden Trajectory was preparing its ‘guillotine’ as usual.
-Weeeeng…!
For some reason, it felt like the thing was pissed off too—was that just his imagination?
“This is as far as we go.”
Then Businessman-Kim Tae-jun bid a regretful farewell in a wistful tone before vanishing into thin air.
And then.
Shurit, shuririr!
Yeong-tae and Soldier-Kim Young-heum disappeared one after another.
Now, only five humans and the Giant God Gameta remained in the dungeon.
—What an absurd battle.
As Gameta lay on the floor, leaving a curt review of the fight just now, Yeong-woo approached near his head.
Clack, clack.
In his right hand, he gripped the Baby Slayer that Gameta had so desperately wanted.
—Challenger, the Baby Slayer… still in your hands, I see.
“The challenger was me, not you.”
With that, Yeong-woo moved to sever Gameta’s neck but suddenly paused the execution as something occurred to him.
“You said you’d seen this sword before?”
—Indeed. I saw it clearly in Besedel’s final battle.
Seeing Gameta sinking back into memories, Yeong-woo quickly pressed on.
“Who was wielding the sword back then?”
Gameta’s remaining eye twisted.
—The Baby Slayer is originally the royal house of Besedel’s ultimate weapon. How can you even ask who wields it? You truly know nothing of how myths are made.
“…!”
In other words, the last time Gameta saw the Baby Slayer, it had been wielded by its original owner—the Besedel royal family—for the sake of war.
‘Then how did the chairman get his hands on this weapon? Don’t tell me he… took it from that Besedel royal house?’
Given the moniker ‘Destroyer King’ attached to Doggo Chairman, it wasn’t an impossible story.
“H-How are mythic gears even made? Why don’t you enlighten this lowly creature before you go.”
As Yeong-woo lowered the Baby Slayer, its eerie shadow crossed Gameta’s forehead.
—Ha, how brazen.
Gameta let out a hollow laugh.
Yet in a heavy tone like a final testament, he gave a curt answer.
—Only one who writes their own myth can leave that feat as a tangible legacy. Besedel slew a Transcendent and birthed the Baby Slayer.
Then he pointed at the Baby Slayer casting its shadow over his head.
—And now you hold that legacy. No word could be more fitting than ‘presumptuous.’
Gameta was off on another trip down memory lane.
Yeong-woo could tell just from his expression.
His lips were sealed shut, so Yeong-woo finally sensed it was time for the execution.
“Well, I still don’t quite get it… but I know it’s something precious.”
—…
“Then, farewell!”
With those words, Yeong-woo unleashed his killing intent, and the Golden Trajectory—already hovering in the air—shot down vertically, tracing a golden path just like its name.
Hwiriririk!
Unerringly, the Doggo crest unfurled along that trajectory.
In that split-second moment, Gameta spotted the spike pattern and widened his eyes.
—Do…!
And in the same instant, the Golden Trajectory slammed into Gameta’s neck.
Thud!
The problem was.
“…Huh?”
Gameta’s neck didn’t sever in one blow.
Even with a legendary greatsword whose blade was 40 centimeters wide, it couldn’t cut through Gameta’s neck.
So in the end.
“Hiyat!”
Yeong-woo gripped the Baby Slayer with both hands and brought it down with full power.
Shwaaa!
At last.
Pop!
The tough Gameta’s neck finally severed, and his massive head rolled across the arena floor.
「Giant God, Gameta has died.」
The system message officially announcing the dungeon boss’s death.
And with that, the settlement process finally began.
[Temple of Valor]
| Dungeon Grade: Normal
| Difficulty: C
| Recommended Party: 6
「Dungeon cleared.」
「Survivors: 5.」
All survivors.
“I-Is it… really over?”
Jeong-gu, confirming the system message as well, spoke in disbelief, and Yeong-woo stared fixedly at Gameta’s head as he replied.
“Now the real thing begins.”
「Calculating individual scores for rewards.」