Chapter 139
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: 나 혼자 소드 마스터-139화
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: It Has Nothing to Do With Me
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“『Special Construction Act, Enact』”
The moment Rimon and Yujin began clashing sword against hammer.
Bellos immediately sprang into action.
Taking advantage of all eyes focused on their fight, he quietly opened the legal code and activated his skill.
Right after that.
The changes began.
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gung!
“This is...!”
“The bastard's escaping!”
The floor split open to suddenly form stairs, pillars surged up, walls jutted out, and more.
The building transformed into a chaotic mess centered on Bellos.
Due to the restrictions of 『No High-Speed Movement』 and 『No Bipedal Walking』, the Muryongdae, having lost sight of Bellos as he shot up a pillar, desperately tried to pursue him.
“No need to chase. Hold your positions.”
Youin restrained them.
Then, gazing at Bellos who had risen high enough to touch the lobby ceiling, he continued in a low voice.
“The one to handle that guest is someone else.”
Unaware that the Muryongdae had halted their pursuit, Bellos reshaped the building's structure and swiftly moved toward a window.
He planned to simply bore a hole through the window and escape right then and there.
『Great Wall』, 『Space Severance』
But that plan failed.
Before he could even reach the window.
A massive wall abruptly rose to block his path—or so it seemed—when a blade flying through the air sliced the pillar he rode clean through.
Bellos grabbed a nearby railing to avert his fall and stood atop it.
Then, he glared with icy eyes at the interferer.
“Don't interfere needlessly.”
“Regrettably, I'm today's temporary security guard here. By contract, I have an obligation to do that needless interfering.”
A man wearing a monocle.
Hearing Lee Cheongi's level reply, Bellos wore an incredulous expression.
“Ha! A lord like you, playing dog for the Seven Dragon Society over a few bucks? Are you right in the head?”
In truth, it was a sentiment anyone else would share fervently.
In this Iron Age, lords were absolutes.
Omnipotent existences at the pinnacle of all players, wielding power and authority to shake a nation with a single word.
For such a lord to moonlight as a security guard.
A hundred out of a hundred would dismiss it as absurd nonsense unfit even for a joke—an atrocity on par with using an aircraft carrier as a fishing boat.
“It's not something I relish, but I got an offer I couldn't turn down.”
“What, did they promise the whole Leviathan?”
“No. Something far scarier.”
Yet Lee Cheongi showed no shame at Bellos's jeer, replying with serene composure.
As if there was no cause for embarrassment in accepting an offer he naturally ought to.
'What kind of offer?'
Bellos puzzled.
Sarcastic as his words were, he couldn't believe Lee Cheongi moved for money.
Unless it was the Golden Lord,
Other lords earned money like water just from dungeon clears.
'A rare item? Or some timeless beauty?'
Whatever irresistible proposal dragged Lee Cheongi out personally.
For a moment, he fixed persistent, curiosity-filled eyes on him.
'No, it doesn't matter.'
Bellos scoffed soon after.
Whatever Lee Cheongi's aim.
He had one concern.
Lee Cheongi was the enemy now, and he was executing his top-priority mission.
“By the higher-ups' will, I preferred not fighting you unless forced... but if you crave battle, I'll remind you of your place.”
“Best not say such things lightly.”
“Think a Seven Dragon Society mutt like you can take me?”
“It's advice win or lose.”
Bellos, brimming with azure killing intent.
To him, Lee Cheongi said calmly.
“Winning's fine, but I recently learned saying that then losing brings mortifying shame.”
Ppa-jik.
Sincere words.
Yet from Lee Cheongi's mouth, they rang only as mockery; veins throbbed on Bellos's forehead.
“Heed that advice yourself, Seven Dragon Society dog!”
With the shout resounding.
As Bellos raised the legal code.
The instant Lee Cheongi snapped his fingers.
『Insect Devouring Formation, Spherical』
『Octagonal Barrier』, 『Acid Flame Array』, 『Flame Torrent』
Myriad insects slicing the air were halted by eightfold barriers, then burned away in surging flames.
That was merely the opener.
『Electricity Business Act, Enact』
『Electric Chair Formation, Spherical』
Sparks wove a net and lunged; chairs erupted from the floor, binding limbs with leather straps.
A lightning execution chamber admitting no escape.
『Electric Shock Resistance』, 『Lightning Rod』, 『Static Accumulation Spear』, 『Launch Acceleration』
But the bolt rebounded off a faint sheen, channeled along an invisible veil onto spears materializing midair.
The instant lightning saturated the spear.
It hurtled at Bellos, white-hot and swifter than thunder.
『Electrical Safety Act, Enact』
『Gas Formation, Spherical』
The moment he parried the lightning spear, Bellos unleashed toxic gas at Lee Cheongi.
Were this broadcast, it'd shatter viewership records.
Handling solo what needed a full party—attack, defense, support, recovery—as baseline.
Attribute shifts on the fly: a superhuman clash any player would envy.
All the more since a non-lord matched the Infinite Monarch evenly.
'What?'
Yet Bellos himself grew jittery as combat dragged.
'Why can't I dominate?'
Pre-battle, he'd brimmed with confidence to crush Lee Cheongi.
『Rule of Law』 let the Legal Great Duke rival even Summon Lords—a cheat skill.
Now, via 『Constellation Descent』, skills massively boosted, stats eclipsing lords'.
Spec-wise, he should steamroll any lord.
Thus, trading blows evenly with the mere Infinite Monarch baffled him.
'Not skill matchup.'
He dismissed the notion.
Lee Cheongi wielded thousands of skills—a matchup god against anyone.
Yet his 『Rule of Law』 matched in application versatility.
'Injuries and drain exist, but irrelevant now.'
True, Li Chingwei's fight left him unfit for melee.
Hence distance fighting.
Even hale, he'd shun close quarters against the Yujin-crusher Lee Cheongi.
'Why? Why?'
He should win handily.
As frustration mounted over absent victory and elusive cause.
Lee Cheongi asked abruptly.
“Strange you can't beat me?”
“...Fighting while using 『Mind Reading』? Quite the leisure.”
“Not reading minds specially. Your face just screams utter disbelief.”
Stung, Bellos countered sharply, summoning myriad needles skyward via skill.
Lee Cheongi dissolved them in bubble-like strong-acid shield, continuing softly.
“Truthfully, your confidence surprises me more.”
“Saying a non-lord like me naturally can't beat a lord like you?”
Bellos chilled.
As Liberation Brigade specter blessed greatly, condescension was unforgivable insult.
Lord or absolute of the era be damned.
But unlike Bellos's mind, Lee Cheongi spoke no slur.
Pure sentiment.
“No. Amazing you exude victory vibes using skills that way.”
“What drivel?”
“Your skill usage is off.”
“Don't spout off ignorant of my skills.”
“True, I know little of yours. But stealing and wielding others'? Expert level.”
Bellos shut up at Lee Cheongi's follow-up.
None other than the Infinite Monarch.
Ultimate profiting thousands via 『Skill Replication』 cheat.
Thus spotting Bellos's peculiarity.
“Your skills' power, control: superb. Surpassing me in spots.”
Lee Cheongi conceded freely.
Bellos now lord-tier.
Potency, stat buffs, PvP-honed sense.
Transcended great duke mold entirely.
“Yet skill chaining, adaptation: basic tier. Why?”
“...!”
Issue: singular.
Diverse usage technique lacking.
Mid-high players remix skills myriad ways; his too rote.
Cause obvious.
“『Rule of Law』 was Legal Great Duke's originally, so training time short—fair enough...”
Legal Great Duke vanished years back.
Acquired then? Inevitable greenness.
Even so, monotony screamed suspicion; Lee Cheongi voiced it.
“Did you get that skill legitimately?”
“...”
“Or snag 『Rule of Law』 illicitly, coasting on skill/level for easy wins?”
Bellos silent.
Just stiff-glared.
Clearer than words; Lee Cheongi nodded slowly.
“Felt fishy. Knew it.”
“How I use skills your business? Think all skills yours?”
“Of course it has nothing to do with me.”
Pinpoint hit?
Or piercing gaze?
Bellos spat coldly, irked; Lee Cheongi calm.
“Seeing you recalls my cocky skill-reliant shame—sparks urge to smash it all, aside.”
“What...”
“So for my sanity, let's wrap this quick.”
Bellos flinched, brow furrowed.
Not solely the focus-lost grotesque eye bared as hair swept back calming impulse, veiling half-face.
That void-reflecting gaze's murderous aura iced his spine.
Thus, cold-eyed at Bellos, Lee Cheongi murmured.
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