The Hero Yulian Draws Interest (1)
Moon Junil had lived through seven cycles already.
Yulian, the hero who had walked alongside the Constellations while penning his own legend. No other human had interacted with them as frequently as he had.
Because of that, even the original human—Moon Junil—began experiencing strange errors.
The fact that he could wield fragments of Yulian’s power, the fact that he could sense the Constellations’ voices and presence—perhaps all of it was part of those errors.
When Pam opened this modern fantasy dimension, Junil’s “errors” grew even worse.
He could feel far more than before.
Current Viewing Constellations: 56
Inheritance of the Incarnation ‘Hero – Yulian’
0.56% in progress
Things he had only vaguely sensed now manifested clearly before Junil’s eyes.
So this is what it was?
Junil was astonished. Even though he had felt something intangible before, seeing it with his own eyes was an entirely different matter.
So Yulian’s power really is being passed down to me?
More than that, the inheritance seemed tied to the number of viewing Constellations. There was no way those two numbers matching was a coincidence.
Oh. One more.
Current Viewing Constellations: 57
Inheritance of the Incarnation ‘Hero – Yulian’
0.57% in progress
The number of Constellations had risen to fifty-seven.
Then—
Huh?
The inheritance percentage increased as well.
The viewer count fluctuated up and down, and with every change the inheritance progress followed. One Constellation equaled 0.01% of the power.
That’s it?
The exchange rate felt stingy, but Junil looked down at the goblin corpses sprawled before him.
So my condition really was better today. It was different from before.
Even at 0.57%, the amount was not small. After all, it was the power of the hero Yulian.
By the final chapter, Yulian had become strong enough to repeatedly crush even the Demon King, the ruler of the world. In his seventh life, he was practically a demigod.
If I think of it that way… it’s not bad.
Even a tiny fraction of that power was enormous by goblin standards. Of course, that was only by goblin standards.
Junil wanted more.
How many would I need for a full inheritance?
He did the math. One Constellation gave 0.01%, so 100% would require ten thousand Constellations.
Hah. How fitting.
Pam’s words came back to him.
“You need to maintain ten thousand viewers until the very end to get an A.”
That was what she had said about the A-grade evaluation. Neither Junil nor Pam had ever reached that height.
Only at that number would he fully inherit Yulian’s power. Yet Junil still had no idea how to earn an A.
‘Specialness’…
Pam had said he needed to be “special,” but Junil was anything but special.
So his strategy remained the same.
Even a B+ would be enough.
Yulian’s full power? A 100% inheritance? It would be nice, sure, but honestly it was overkill. His goal wasn’t to defeat this world’s Demon King.
I’ve already hit seven thousand before. Maybe I can reach seventy percent?
Seventy percent would be plenty. With that much, he might even be able to kill an ogre with a flick of his finger. It would be more than enough to survive among monsters and get in the way of whatever protagonist was running around.
Then I’ll stick to the original plan. Yulian’s way.
Junil decided to follow the same strategy he had used during his hero days—securing a guaranteed B+ without relying on any special qualities.
When Junil stood still staring into empty space, the Constellations grew puzzled.
Ah, crap.
Junil cleared his throat and muttered loud enough for them to hear.
“Ahem. I should probably find a goblin den…”
As if he had simply been thinking about where to hunt next.
“Hmm…”
Junil put on a thoughtful expression and approached the goblin corpses to examine the blood. The blood meant nothing, of course. He was just pretending to be a detective from some movie.
Anyway, I already know where they are…
He casually glanced at the goblins’ feet.
Just as I thought.
The soles were caked in dirt. This area was asphalt.
“Dirt…?”
He deliberately said it out loud.
“They came from somewhere with dirt?”
It’s not even deduction.
Goblins could never live in the city center. They were oddly nature-loving creatures that couldn’t tolerate even the slightest trace of human scent. That had been true in the medieval world too, so how much worse would it be in the modern era?
Even the goblins born in the subway would have moved to the nearby hills by now.
There was only one mountain here.
“Cheongsong Mountain?”
Cheongsong Mountain. It wasn’t a grand peak, just a small hill where locals went for light walks.
The Constellations reacted positively.
Junil smiled faintly and headed toward Cheongsong Mountain.
When he reached the middle slope of Cheongsong Mountain, a strange sound reached his ears.
What’s that noise?
BOOM!
BANG!
He glanced over and froze.
Insane.
Koreans really adapted fast. Two burly men were blasting skills left and right, slaughtering goblins.
Even the Constellations were surprised.
They must be terrified.
No matter how many people had awakened, standing in front of goblins should still inspire fear. The answer lay in the skills the two men were using.
“Bang!”
BOOM!
They possessed ranged skills.
Air Bullet
A technique that compressed air and fired it like a bullet. It worked extremely well against goblins, and since they could attack from a distance, they never had to face the creatures directly.
But the real key wasn’t the man using that skill.
Stem Bind
He summoned tree roots to restrain the goblins.
CRACK!
Every approaching goblin was bound, then finished off with Air Bullets.
Good synergy.
These two had gotten lucky and received extremely advantageous skills early on.
Junil noticed one more thing.
These skills… I’ve seen them all before.
The skills randomly granted according to rank were all ones he had seen frequently during his time as a hero. Air Bullet belonged to wind-element mages, while Stem Bind was a druid skill.
So the Story Fairies are making similar things after all.
Since it was the same company’s system, the underlying principles were identical.
Junil watched the two men hunt for a moment.
BOOM!
“Whoa! Fuck yeah! Another one! Level up!”
One of them shouted excitedly.
“You hit level 3 too?”
“Yeah, hyung-nim. I think I need about a dozen more to reach level 4.”
Junil couldn’t help but speak out loud.
“What the hell. Level 3?”
How many goblins had he killed to earn the title Goblin Slayer? Pam had said she specialized in game fantasy, yet…
What kind of broken game is this?
Junil muttered to himself and walked straight toward the two men.
I can’t let them steal all the goblins.
This was a goblin den he had worked hard to find. He needed to start hunting too.
“Ahem. Excuse me. Would you like to hunt together?”
He tried to be polite since they had arrived first.
“……”
“Huh?”
The two men tilted their heads, expressions stiff.
“What’s your potential?”
“……Potential?”
“Your potential grade. Show it. Above your head.”
They wanted him to display his rank. Of course, Junil couldn’t. He was F-rank.
“If you don’t want to party up, that’s fine. I’ll just hunt standing over here.”
The man using druid magic spoke threateningly.
“Buddy. Can’t you see this is our spot?”
Junil found the claim ridiculous.
“What spot?”
He had been willing to let it slide, but—
“First come, first served.”
“……What?”
There was no helping it.
Junil drew his box cutter.
F-rank survival is brutal.
He needed to level up more than they did.
Spot or no spot, I have to live too.
Sorry, but this would be a competition. He was confident he could kill faster.
“Hah? You think you can kill faster than us?”
“Yes.”
They clearly didn’t believe him. They didn’t even know he was F-rank.
Why?
“Hah? Let’s show him, hyung-nim.”
“Yeah. Watch this, punk.”
DING.
They displayed their ranks above their heads.
[C+]
[C+]
“C-plus magic class… Does that explain it?”
Junil was shocked. Because they were C+?
Only half right.
What the hell, there are pluses too?
It wasn’t the C that surprised him—it was the existence of plus and minus modifiers. He had thought E-rank was right above F.
So how much of an underclassman am I exactly?
Maybe it started at E-? He had assumed there was only one department head, but when he joined, everyone except him was a department head.
Unbelievable.
Junil felt a surge of anger, but thirty years of patience helped him calm down and counter.
“Ahem. C+ is nice. If you two are so confident you can kill that fast, then having me around shouldn’t matter at all.”
The two men stared blankly for a moment, then looked at each other.
He’s got a point?
He does.
While they hesitated, a goblin crawled out of the den.
“Hyung-nim! One came out—”
WHOOSH!
Junil’s figure vanished, and the goblin’s head flew off.
SHLICK……!
“!?”
“!”
The men froze, staring at the decapitated goblin that had appeared in a flash.
“What…… what the hell.”
“Snap out of it, man. We lost it.”
They spotted the next goblin emerging and immediately cast their spells.
“Now!”
“Bang!”
It was useless.
SHLICK!
SHLICK!
Junil dashed left and right, cutting them down in an instant.
“How is he faster than magic!?”
“……What is this?”
SHLICK!
Every goblin that charged out with bloodshot eyes was sliced apart. The two men couldn’t bring themselves to say “our spot” again.
Junil leveled up.
All Stats +1
He had grown slightly stronger.
“Haa…… Finally leveled up.”
Even though it had been hard-earned, Junil’s strength barely changed.
Damn F-rank. Even the level-up rewards are stingy.