Chapter 125: Old Hand (4)

Translator: RaidenTL

Chapter 125: Old Hand (4)

Humans were often said to be social animals. I didn't know who first said that, but it was a very appropriate analogy. Maybe they weren't as primitive as animals, but the way they judged people through their first impressions of them was pretty much the same. In order to be respected, you needed to not be looked down upon, especially if you were a transfer student who had joined the class midway through the year.

"You... What... did you just say?" the fox mask asked, almost like she thought she'd heard me wrong.

On the other hand, the other masked members were just watching the situation unfold in interest. It was a kind of hazing ceremony. The actions I took here would determine the first impression I gave off.

"Run your mouth again."

Therefore, facing the fox mask head on as she stared at me furiously, I drove my point home to make sure that there were no misunderstandings. "The person who recommended me was your mom—"

"What kind of asshole is this guy?!"

Weirdo, ridiculous bastard, moron, etcetera. It didn't matter what they said about me—this was better than letting them perceive me as weak. However, I didn't exactly expect this.

"Hey, you." The moment the blue eyes beyond the cracks in the fox mask began to radiate light, my skin tingled with the clear threat.

This feels weird.

As I not metaphorically, but literally felt my life being threatened, my heart began to pound and goosebumps cropped up on my skin. In a world where physical forms did not exist, how was this possible? Fortunately, I had information about this phenomenon.

This is that skill.

This was the first time I'd ever been directly affected by it, but it must have been the technique Baekho taught me about earlier. It was said that it could only be used in Ghost Busters, a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spiritual world that was operated by a clear mind and force of will. It was not particularly useful and was a minor skill only used by old hands to scare off newbies.

"Can you say that again?" the fox mask asked, the murderous aura around her growing even denser. I thought I could sense a cold contempt through the mask.

"U-U-Uhh..." I stuttered.

Smirk.

I could hear laughter. It wasn't from the fox mask, but someone else. It must have seemed funny to them—some newbie kid daring to mess with them and promptly tucking his tail between his legs.

"Why, can't do it? You said it just fine earlier." I guess she was genuinely angry. In a way that implied she had no intention of letting this pass, the fox mask's murderous intent intensified. Of course, that wasn't an issue.

"N-No... I j-just..."

"Say it. All of it."

"Yeah, sure." I decided to stop acting like an idiot at this point. "The person who recommended me was your mother. Is there a problem?"

"...W-What?" The fox mask looked very puzzled by my sudden change in attitude. "No, you were just acting? But how...?"

Instead of answering, I raised my pinky finger and picked at my ear, which had been itchy since earlier.

Apparently, everyone else had now noticed what was going on.

"This is definitely an interesting turn of events."

"Rookie, enough joking around. It's getting to be too much."

"Impressive, but such an attitude is bound to make enemies, Lion."

I licked my lips at each opinionated comment on my acting. Even though I'd had a hand in shaping my own image, I could hear their evaluations of me in each one: funny guy, cocky guy, pathetic guy.

Yeah, no surprises there.

Well, if you thought about it, it made sense. Wasn't this a club for pros? Being able to take some murderous intent without flinching wouldn't do much in the way of getting me special treatment.

"You dare mock me?" The fox mask had a belated, violent, reaction to realizing that I had just been acting like an asshole. Even so, as things stood, my first impression would just be that of an annoying guy. Therefore, I closed my eyes tightly and recalled the conversation I'd had with Baekho.

"You want me to use some murderous intent on you? No way. If something goes wrong, it'll mess up your head. Since this ability is based on intention, the stronger the mind, the stronger the force..."

The power of murderous intent was proportional to the user's mental strength. For reference, mental strength here meant real mental strength, not some numerical value.

"That's why it's only for veterans. Killing a lot of people and overcoming death on the daily is bound to increase your mental fortitude. Well, there are people who are just born with it too."

Then what about me? I guess I just had to experiment with it. Baekho hadn't had time for me to try it out with him, but it didn't seem too hard.

"I'll tell you how to use it for now. Well, it's not really a method, but..." Baekho explained that in order to exude murderous intent, you needed to put yourself in a certain frame of mind first. "Think of the target as an enemy. An enemy that you have to kill and defeat."

Coincidentally, self-hypnosis was one of my specialties.

"Hey, I'm talking... to you..." When I opened my eyes, the fox mask met my gaze and froze, then snorted dismissively. "Ha, what, is that your attempt at revenge?"

It had worked, but it seemed I hadn't put enough juice into it. I delved deeper into my thoughts.

"How childish."

These are goblins. Bastards trying to kill me. Yes, enemies threatening my life.

"Just apologize. I was trying to feel you out, too, so if you apologize properly, I won't have any hard feelings about this."

I fell into a trance, imagining running forward right now and bashing her head in with a mace. And at that moment...

Uh?

A sensation filled me, one that felt almost like something was coming out of my head. It was a bizarre feeling, but not a painful one.

"Are you too proud to apo—"

The woman in the fox mask, who had been scolding me, suddenly stopped talking and went as still as stone. She didn't even move, almost as if she had been seized by some invisible force. The emotions in her wide eyes were also familiar to me: my enemies wore the same expression at the end of their lives, their eyes just like hers as they watched the mace slam down on them.

Oh, I didn't expect it to be this effective.

Feeling suspicious, I glanced around to confirm. The other three, who were clearly skeptical of the fox mask's reaction, visibly jolted every time my eyes met theirs.

Slide.

The deer mask, who was leaning on the pillar, moved his hand to his waist where his sword would have been. He was the one who had thought of me as cocky.

I licked my lips at each opinionated comment on my acting. Even though I'd had a hand in shaping my own image, I could hear their evaluations of me in each one: funny guy, cocky guy, pathetic guy.

Yeah, no surprises there.

Well, if you thought about it, it made sense. Wasn't this a club for pros? Being able to take some murderous intent without flinching wouldn't do much in the way of getting me special treatment.

"You dare mock me?" The fox mask had a belated, violent, reaction to realizing that I had just been acting like an asshole. Even so, as things stood, my first impression would just be that of an annoying guy. Therefore, I closed my eyes tightly and recalled the conversation I'd had with Baekho.

"You want me to use some murderous intent on you? No way. If something goes wrong, it'll mess up your head. Since this ability is based on intention, the stronger the mind, the stronger the force..."

The power of murderous intent was proportional to the user's mental strength. For reference, mental strength here meant real mental strength, not some numerical value.

"That's why it's only for veterans. Killing a lot of people and overcoming death on the daily is bound to increase your mental fortitude. Well, there are people who are just born with it too."

Then what about me? I guess I just had to experiment with it. Baekho hadn't had time for me to try it out with him, but it didn't seem too hard.

"I'll tell you how to use it for now. Well, it's not really a method, but..." Baekho explained that in order to exude murderous intent, you needed to put yourself in a certain frame of mind first. "Think of the target as an enemy. An enemy that you have to kill and defeat."

Coincidentally, self-hypnosis was one of my specialties.

"Hey, I'm talking... to you..." When I opened my eyes, the fox mask met my gaze and froze, then snorted dismissively. "Ha, what, is that your attempt at revenge?"

It had worked, but it seemed I hadn't put enough juice into it. I delved deeper into my thoughts.

"How childish."

These are goblins. Bastards trying to kill me. Yes, enemies threatening my life.

"Just apologize. I was trying to feel you out, too, so if you apologize properly, I won't have any hard feelings about this."

I fell into a trance, imagining running forward right now and bashing her head in with a mace. And at that moment...

Uh?

A sensation filled me, one that felt almost like something was coming out of my head. It was a bizarre feeling, but not a painful one.

"Are you too proud to apo—"

The woman in the fox mask, who had been scolding me, suddenly stopped talking and went as still as stone. She didn't even move, almost as if she had been seized by some invisible force. The emotions in her wide eyes were also familiar to me: my enemies wore the same expression at the end of their lives, their eyes just like hers as they watched the mace slam down on them.

Oh, I didn't expect it to be this effective.

Feeling suspicious, I glanced around to confirm. The other three, who were clearly skeptical of the fox mask's reaction, visibly jolted every time my eyes met theirs.

Slide.

The deer mask, who was leaning on the pillar, moved his hand to his waist where his sword would have been. He was the one who had thought of me as cocky.

Whip.

The crescent moon mask covered their eyes as if to avoid my gaze. They were the ones who had seen me as pathetic.

"...Woah, I didn't say anything." The yellow clown mask exaggeratedly waved his hands and took a step back. He was the one who had just considered me a funny guy.

What is happening?

Rather than being pleased by the sight of their violent reactions, my questions only grew. Why was this so effective? I had no time to reason through it, though.

Bzzzzzz.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in the back of my head. It felt like my brain was being squeezed like a wet towel. Sudden exhaustion swept over me, and I felt like I had been up for three days and nights in a row. I instinctively realized I could only maintain Barbarian Murderous Intent Mode for a few more seconds.

Fuck, he never mentioned this.

I hurriedly returned my attention to the fox mask. She was shaking. When I kept staring at her without saying anything, she pleaded with me, clearly struggling to force out the words. "Stop, please. Any more and I'll be at risk..."

Just then, Murderous Intent Mode ended.

Gasp...!

Fox Mask took a deep breath like someone who had just been underwater. The way she winced as soon as our eyes met made me confident.

I don't know what that was, but thanks to it, this all worked out.

This was the self-image I had wanted to cultivate since learning that this was a hostile environment for newbies. I had officially succeeded in becoming a madman who shouldn't be messed with.

"...Making such a fuss about being questioned just once. This won't be smooth sailing going forward." With that muttered comment from the deer, the silence in the hall disappeared.

"Hehe, I think it was still an interesting experience." The clown glanced at me with a strange look in his eyes. "I wonder how many more kills I need before I can do something like that?"

Rattle!

Just then, the four doors leading to the room closed all at once. Honestly, I was fucking startled, but I was glad it didn't show. It seemed that the window for entering the room had closed.

"It's already that time."

"It's just the four—no, five of us this time."

Since everyone was seated, I took a seat too. However, before the gathering started in earnest, questions flew at me from all directions. But unlike before, they weren't interrogating me about my identity.

"Lion, this will be your first gathering," Crescent Moon addressed me by my mask. "I was wondering if you'd been a member from the early days based on your murderous aura, but... that lion mask has always been on the wall."

At his words, I nodded. There was nothing more pointless than denying something that had clear evidence backing it up. Openly acknowledging that he was right would make me look better. "So, what is it that you're getting at?"

"...Have you met the Master? Oh, if you don't want to answer, just say so."

I guess my madman image was quite effective, because Crescent Moon's tone was both polite and cautious. Was this why some people lived like hooligans? This was a realization that I would have lived my whole life without having if I hadn't become a barbarian.

"If you want something in return, we will give it to you. Although it may be difficult to find something you'll be satisfied with."

"Never mind that," I answered arrogantly. "Why do you think I've met the Master?" I didn't even know who the Master was.

Whip.

The crescent moon mask covered their eyes as if to avoid my gaze. They were the ones who had seen me as pathetic.

"...Woah, I didn't say anything." The yellow clown mask exaggeratedly waved his hands and took a step back. He was the one who had just considered me a funny guy.

What is happening?

Rather than being pleased by the sight of their violent reactions, my questions only grew. Why was this so effective? I had no time to reason through it, though.

Bzzzzzz.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in the back of my head. It felt like my brain was being squeezed like a wet towel. Sudden exhaustion swept over me, and I felt like I had been up for three days and nights in a row. I instinctively realized I could only maintain Barbarian Murderous Intent Mode for a few more seconds.

Fuck, he never mentioned this.

I hurriedly returned my attention to the fox mask. She was shaking. When I kept staring at her without saying anything, she pleaded with me, clearly struggling to force out the words. "Stop, please. Any more and I'll be at risk..."

Just then, Murderous Intent Mode ended.

Gasp...!

Fox Mask took a deep breath like someone who had just been underwater. The way she winced as soon as our eyes met made me confident.

I don't know what that was, but thanks to it, this all worked out.

This was the self-image I had wanted to cultivate since learning that this was a hostile environment for newbies. I had officially succeeded in becoming a madman who shouldn't be messed with.

"...Making such a fuss about being questioned just once. This won't be smooth sailing going forward." With that muttered comment from the deer, the silence in the hall disappeared.

"Hehe, I think it was still an interesting experience." The clown glanced at me with a strange look in his eyes. "I wonder how many more kills I need before I can do something like that?"

Rattle!

Just then, the four doors leading to the room closed all at once. Honestly, I was fucking startled, but I was glad it didn't show. It seemed that the window for entering the room had closed.

"It's already that time."

"It's just the four—no, five of us this time."

Since everyone was seated, I took a seat too. However, before the gathering started in earnest, questions flew at me from all directions. But unlike before, they weren't interrogating me about my identity.

"Lion, this will be your first gathering," Crescent Moon addressed me by my mask. "I was wondering if you'd been a member from the early days based on your murderous aura, but... that lion mask has always been on the wall."

At his words, I nodded. There was nothing more pointless than denying something that had clear evidence backing it up. Openly acknowledging that he was right would make me look better. "So, what is it that you're getting at?"

"...Have you met the Master? Oh, if you don't want to answer, just say so."

I guess my madman image was quite effective, because Crescent Moon's tone was both polite and cautious. Was this why some people lived like hooligans? This was a realization that I would have lived my whole life without having if I hadn't become a barbarian.

"If you want something in return, we will give it to you. Although it may be difficult to find something you'll be satisfied with."

"Never mind that," I answered arrogantly. "Why do you think I've met the Master?" I didn't even know who the Master was.

"That's... a strange question. Isn't it only natural that we'd assume that? You're the first recruit since the Master disappeared."

"Which is why Fox took on the role of detective and got hit with a rebound," the clown muttered to himself. The fox mask turned away in shame.

I think "The Master" is referring to the founder of this chat room.

As I strung the given information together and crammed it into my head, Crescent Moon spoke up again. "Ahem, not only that, but I also thought so because it seemed like you knew a lot about this place for your first time."

Well, that's not because of the Master, but because of Baekho Lee. But, wait, who the hell is he?

I decided to look more into his identity in the future, tabling those thoughts for later.

"So, can we get an answer to the question? Just tell us when you last saw the Master and that'll be enough—"

"I refuse to answer," I declared.

"Ha... I see. All right." Crescent Moon let go of any lingering disappointment and backed off. If I had looked like a rookie, they probably would have interrogated me further.

"Anyway, putting that aside, why don't we begin?" Unlike the other three, the clown did not seem very interested in the Master's actions. He wrapped up the conversation and announced the start of the meeting.

It was a good thing I had learned the rules in advance. It was clear that if I'd had to ask how this worked here and now, my mysterious reputation would have been destroyed.

"Then I'll start." The first to speak was the clown. "The king of Rafdonia's illness is getting worse."

A red light radiated from the jewel embedded in the center of the round table. That meant that what he said was true, but half of the people at the round table already knew it. He wouldn't be allowed to stop until he offered up higher-quality information.

"Getting worse? That's too vague."

"Everyone knows that the king's illness is grave. Please tell us something more useful."

The fox and the crescent moon frowned and criticized the clown. I just kept quiet.

I didn't know that... The king is sick?

This was my first time hearing of it. Rumors like that never circulated in the city. Well, it would be strange if people discussed the king's health out on the streets.

"You don't know how significant this is? How pathetic." The clown glanced at the fox and the crescent moon, then at me. I'm sure you know what that means, his eyes seemed to say.

I just kept quiet again. That should carry me at least halfway.

"The captain of the Order of the Rose passed away yesterday. How about that? Will you accept that?" The clown promptly released another piece of information, and a heavy silence fell over the round table.

"...Blood will be shed in the palace."

"Yes, we should prepare too."

Wait, who the fuck was the captain of the Rose Knights? Anyway, the jewel turned green, so it was the next person's turn.

This time, it was the fox mask. "The Jagun Clan has succeeded in defeating the Lord of the First Floor."

"Oh, so that guy pulled it off after all."

"Ha. I saw the post disappear from the Exchange. I guess they learned the strategy from someone? I thought they would never defeat it."

I stayed silent this time, too, not because I didn't know anything but because they were talking about me.

So the guys who beat it are from the Jagun Clan.

All I had been able to learn in the city was that the Lord of the Floor had been summoned, but that was it.

It's a good thing I came here.

The jewel lit up green again, so it was Crescent Moon's turn next.

"Haha, I'm certain that none of you know about this."

"Can you just tell us already?"

"When a secret trigger is activated on the Island of Tranquil Fairies, up to three Ravganus are confirmed to appear."

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The fox and deer were extremely surprised by that information.

"That's good news for anyone seeking the essence of a Ravganus."

"No, wait. What is the secret trigger?"

"Don't you think you're asking for too much information at once? Anyway, the next person can go... hmm?" Crescent Moon, who was about to pass the baton, stiffened. This was because of the red light emanating from the jewel.

Unlike earlier, when anonymity had been maintained, it was easy to infer who already knew this information because the fox and deer had clearly demonstrated that they didn't.

The clown offered up words of consolation. "Crescent, don't be too discouraged. Most wouldn't know the information you just shared."

Crescent let out a sigh. "Until now you were the only one we needed to be in the dark about something, but now there's someone else..."

I shrugged my shoulders.

Then don't choose to reveal information anyone could learn just by playing the game.

"This is a dilemma. I haven't prepared anything else," said Crescent.

"You can just tell us about the secret trigger, then."

"That... still needs to be kept secret."

"Ohhh, then we have no choice but to banish you after this meeting—"

"Haha, nonsense. I just meant that this was a dilemma because it means I'll have to reveal the ace up my sleeve." Soon, Crescent Moon sighed and whipped out new information. "They say they've found evidence of a 'holy relic extortionist' among the elves."

A green light glowed from the jewel, but the fox narrowed her eyes and objected. "Evidence? Isn't that too vague?"

"This is information about the relic thief, which previously had no leads. This alone is top-secret enough."

"Hmm, fine. I'll accept it."

"So you really are an elf, huh, Crescent?"

Crescent Moon's turn ended when the fox withdrew her objections, and everyone's eyes turned to me. Although Deer was also left, as we were moving clockwise, we inevitably reached my turn.

I don't know why I'm nervous.

Was it because of the expectant look in their eyes? Even though I had already decided what information to use while the others were speaking, the pressure suddenly increased for no reason. If this was information all of them knew, that'd be embarrassing.

I'll just have to discard the obvious first.

Wanting to maintain as much of an air of mystery as possible, I selected some information that would be difficult for others to already know. "If you take down a Vamdemon in a team of three people, an essence will most definitely drop."

As expected, the jewel in the center of the round table emitted a green light.

However, one of them asked, "Take down a Vamdemon with a team of three?"

Why are you surprised by that part? Wouldn't it be no big deal in cheat mode, even with three people? It's even an easy monster...

I didn't get it.

"That's... a strange question. Isn't it only natural that we'd assume that? You're the first recruit since the Master disappeared."

"Which is why Fox took on the role of detective and got hit with a rebound," the clown muttered to himself. The fox mask turned away in shame.

I think "The Master" is referring to the founder of this chat room.

As I strung the given information together and crammed it into my head, Crescent Moon spoke up again. "Ahem, not only that, but I also thought so because it seemed like you knew a lot about this place for your first time."

Well, that's not because of the Master, but because of Baekho Lee. But, wait, who the hell is he?

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I decided to look more into his identity in the future, tabling those thoughts for later.

"So, can we get an answer to the question? Just tell us when you last saw the Master and that'll be enough—"

"I refuse to answer," I declared.

"Ha... I see. All right." Crescent Moon let go of any lingering disappointment and backed off. If I had looked like a rookie, they probably would have interrogated me further.

"Anyway, putting that aside, why don't we begin?" Unlike the other three, the clown did not seem very interested in the Master's actions. He wrapped up the conversation and announced the start of the meeting.

It was a good thing I had learned the rules in advance. It was clear that if I'd had to ask how this worked here and now, my mysterious reputation would have been destroyed.

"Then I'll start." The first to speak was the clown. "The king of Rafdonia's illness is getting worse."

A red light radiated from the jewel embedded in the center of the round table. That meant that what he said was true, but half of the people at the round table already knew it. He wouldn't be allowed to stop until he offered up higher-quality information.

"Getting worse? That's too vague."

"Everyone knows that the king's illness is grave. Please tell us something more useful."

The fox and the crescent moon frowned and criticized the clown. I just kept quiet.

I didn't know that... The king is sick?

This was my first time hearing of it. Rumors like that never circulated in the city. Well, it would be strange if people discussed the king's health out on the streets.

"You don't know how significant this is? How pathetic." The clown glanced at the fox and the crescent moon, then at me. I'm sure you know what that means, his eyes seemed to say.

I just kept quiet again. That should carry me at least halfway.

"The captain of the Order of the Rose passed away yesterday. How about that? Will you accept that?" The clown promptly released another piece of information, and a heavy silence fell over the round table.

"...Blood will be shed in the palace."

"Yes, we should prepare too."

Wait, who the fuck was the captain of the Rose Knights? Anyway, the jewel turned green, so it was the next person's turn.

This time, it was the fox ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mask. "The Jagun Clan has succeeded in defeating the Lord of the First Floor."

"Oh, so that guy pulled it off after all."

"Ha. I saw the post disappear from the Exchange. I guess they learned the strategy from someone? I thought they would never defeat it."

I stayed silent this time, too, not because I didn't know anything but because they were talking about me.

So the guys who beat it are from the Jagun Clan.

All I had been able to learn in the city was that the Lord of the Floor had been summoned, but that was it.

It's a good thing I came here.

The jewel lit up green again, so it was Crescent Moon's turn next.

"Haha, I'm certain that none of you know about this."

"Can you just tell us already?"

"When a secret trigger is activated on the Island of Tranquil Fairies, up to three Ravganus are confirmed to appear."

The fox and deer were extremely surprised by that information.

"That's good news for anyone seeking the essence of a Ravganus."

"No, wait. What is the secret trigger?"

"Don't you think you're asking for too much information at once? Anyway, the next person can go... hmm?" Crescent Moon, who was about to pass the baton, stiffened. This was because of the red light emanating from the jewel.

Unlike earlier, when anonymity had been maintained, it was easy to infer who already knew this information because the fox and deer had clearly demonstrated that they didn't.

The clown offered up words of consolation. "Crescent, don't be too discouraged. Most wouldn't know the information you just shared."

Crescent let out a sigh. "Until now you were the only one we needed to be in the dark about something, but now there's someone else..."

I shrugged my shoulders.

Then don't choose to reveal information anyone could learn just by playing the game.

"This is a dilemma. I haven't prepared anything else," said Crescent.

"You can just tell us about the secret trigger, then."

"That... still needs to be kept secret."

"Ohhh, then we have no choice but to banish you after this meeting—"

"Haha, nonsense. I just meant that this was a dilemma because it means I'll have to reveal the ace up my sleeve." Soon, Crescent Moon sighed and whipped out new information. "They say they've found evidence of a 'holy relic extortionist' among the elves."

A green light glowed from the jewel, but the fox narrowed her eyes and objected. "Evidence? Isn't that too vague?"

"This is information about the relic thief, which previously had no leads. This alone is top-secret enough."

"Hmm, fine. I'll accept it."

"So you really are an elf, huh, Crescent?"

Crescent Moon's turn ended when the fox withdrew her objections, and everyone's eyes turned to me. Although Deer was also left, as we were moving clockwise, we inevitably reached my turn.

I don't know why I'm nervous.

Was it because of the expectant look in their eyes? Even though I had already decided what information to use while the others were speaking, the pressure suddenly increased for no reason. If this was information all of them knew, that'd be embarrassing.

I'll just have to discard the obvious first.

Wanting to maintain as much of an air of mystery as possible, I selected some information that would be difficult for others to already know. "If you take down a Vamdemon in a team of three people, an essence will most definitely drop."

As expected, the jewel in the center of the round table emitted a green light.

However, one of them asked, "Take down a Vamdemon with a team of three?"

Why are you surprised by that part? Wouldn't it be no big deal in cheat mode, even with three people? It's even an easy monster...

I didn't get it.