Chapter 97 of 100
Chapter 97
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<Chapter 97: The God of Martial Arts Regressed to Level 2>
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Thud.
“Huff... huff... I’m really going to die...”
“Phew... How did you get here so fast?”
Seong Jihan, panting, looked at Yoon Seoa, who had collapsed, and tilted his head.
From the footprints behind her, it seems the weight of the armor is the same as before.
Could it be...
“Aunt. It seems the silver map is really good.”
Smirk.
Yoon Seoa, still seated, made a V sign with her fingers.
“My stamina increased.”
“You. So, could it be...”
“Yeah. Finally, I achieved my ‘goal’!”
Perhaps due to the concentrated growth that Lee Hayeon obtained, Yoon Seoa’s stamina had already increased by 1 in that short time.
‘Finally, my stamina has turned into endurance.’
Seeing that she could run like that even with the added weight from Ariel, it was clear that her stamina had changed to the rare stat ‘endurance,’ which is twice as efficient.
“Good. Then take off that armor and get ready for battle.”
“Got it!”
Yoon Seoa, as if she had been waiting, immediately un-equipped her full plate mail and picked up her bow.
“Now, I need to level up properly!”
Yoon Seoa, full of enthusiasm, loaded an arrow from her inventory onto the bowstring.
With the addition of endurance, all that was left was to level up rapidly.
“Alright. I’ll focus on leveling you up today.”
“Oh, really?”
“Of course. I’ll bring minions, so just shoot them.”
Seong Jihan, with a relaxed expression, stretched out his hand toward the enemy minion squad, which had a small angelic form.
Then, the shadow of the minions turned into swords, stabbing them from behind.
Thud! Thud!
The minions, with swords embedded in their chests, were unable to move.
Although they were small, they were as strong as level 50 silver, but they could not resist Seong Jihan’s shadow swords at all.
“Alright.”
Without moving a single step, Seong Jihan subdued the enemy squad.
Next, he used force to line up the skewered minions in front of Yoon Seoa.
“One shot per minion. Just finish them off.”
- This is so smooth.
- It’s like a luxury bus, really. 😂😂
- What’s a bus? This is first-class comfort.
- Levels are being boosted for free.
“Great!”
Yoon Seoa excitedly shot arrows at the dying minions.
Normally, bronze arrows would have been deflected by the minions, but since they were already immobilized by the shadow swords, they died one by one.
After killing about ten of them,
“Wow. I already leveled up!”
“So, you’re level 7 now? Let’s keep going until you reach level 10.”
“I’m good with that! Hehe.”
Before capturing the Viscount Nashid, during the time to collect 200% buffs,
Seong Jihan decided to maximize Yoon Seoa’s level.
“Ah, aren’t you too strong?”
“Seong. I was just joking. We don’t need to let you win, so let’s just try to take down Viscount Nashid together?”
Two players who had died and been resurrected by Seong Jihan returned to the line and said this to him.
“No. Just give my niece some experience.”
“What?”
Thud!
Seong Jihan, as if subduing minions, brought the two to Yoon Seoa.
“Grr...! This is no manners!”
“Aunt. They say they have no manners?”
“It’s fine. They’re the ones who did wrong by coming back here.”
- I apologize...
- Yeah, coming back after being defeated is the real mistake. 😂😂
What’s the point of being called no manners by them?
The important thing is to level up Yoon Seoa.
When Seong Jihan made a gesture of slicing his throat with his finger,
“Alright~ Then I won’t hold back!”
Yoon Seoa enthusiastically shot arrows at the two, who were now her targets.
“Damn!”
“We’ll see about that...!”
The two players, with faces full of malice, died.
Thud!
“Ah... Really!”
“This is going too far!”
The second time, they tried to stand in another line but were brought back helplessly.
“Can’t you at least let us hit some minions?”
“We want to avoid being the bottom of our team...”
The third time, even though they were tower diving in another lane, they were brought back without any resistance, so they pleaded to at least let them hit some minions.
“There’s no time for that. Seoa’s level is already 10.”
But Seong Jihan was firm.
“Come back quickly when you respawn.”
“Damn...”
“Fine. I won’t play the game!”
Thud!
The two players, with their middle fingers raised, died.
After the third death, they did not return to the line.
They decided to give up on this game.
“Seoa, how much buff have you stacked?”
“150%. 200% is the max, right?”
“Hmm. Then it should be over soon. I’ll go jungle a bit. Ariel, fill the remaining 50%.”
“Got it!”
Seong Jihan summoned Ariel in the lane where the enemy players had given up.
“Take care of Seoa.”
“Understood, master. Can I destroy the tower?”
“Sure. Let’s break it down.”
As a prelude to capturing Viscount Nashid,
they needed to push the enemy to their base.
Until now, they had taken their time to level up Yoon Seoa, but now it was time to move.
“Sure. I’ll push first.”
Ariel, confident, said this.
[The first tower of the Angel faction has been destroyed.]
A message appeared, indicating that the tower had been destroyed.
Not in the mid lane where Baron was heading, but in the top lane.
“...This?”
It was in the top lane where Mashid was.
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‘What... this guy!’
Sofia looked at Mashid with a bewildered expression.
‘The God of Football’ Mashid.
He possessed one of the few SSS-grade gifts in the world, but due to the constraint that he needed to have a soccer ball at his feet, he fell from being a world-renowned football player to a laughingstock.
‘I didn’t expect much from him, being a typical SSS-grade failure case... but is he crazy?’
The waiting guild, now filled with the world’s top prospects.
She was curious why someone like Mashid was here, but now she understood the reason.
“Fireball.”
Fireball.
A common attack spell that low-level mages cast.
But when Mashid cast it, it looked completely different.
Whoosh!
The soccer ball at his feet turned red and soon swelled to an enormous size.
At this size, it was more like a giant boulder than a ball.
Mashid, without any effort, trapped the massive fireball with his foot and kicked it toward the enemy.
Boom!
“Crazy... Shield! Shield!”
“Ugh! The shield is melting! Why is bronze so strong?”
“Was Sofia’s buff that good?”
“No! It’s not that overpowered!”
Perhaps because they were from the same New York 1 Area,
the Orange guild members knew about Sofia’s buff.
They tried to block Mashid’s fireball but were soon engulfed by the flames.
“Buff...”
“Ah, sure!”
When the ball, now extinguished, returned to Mashid’s feet,
he calmly cast magic on it and subdued the minions.
Despite being a level 20 bronze, Mashid was leading the battle alone.
‘His movements are incredibly fast.’
The minions he faced were much higher in level.
But Mashid easily dodged their attacks and used magic at close range.
While mages typically need to maintain distance, Mashid closed the gap himself.
“I’ll push slowly. Lightning.”
Zap!
This time, an orb charged with electricity.
Bang! Bang!
Mashid, as if passing, subdued the minions one by one.
It didn’t seem as powerful as the fireball, but his skill in precisely subduing each one was impressive.
“Wow...”
Sofia couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Mashid was clearly the ‘God of Football’ who once captivated the world.
‘Is this what a master is like?’
A lonely master who thinks only of football.
His unkempt and rough beard must be due to his focus on football.
As Sofia was giving Mashid a favorable evaluation,
“Hmm?”
Mashid, who was kicking the ball, suddenly stopped.
“Thank you, Kim Sung-yong, for 100GP. Thank you, Lee Ji-sung, for 200GP. Thank you, Park Young-pyo, for 300GP.”
Mashid, with unfamiliar Korean pronunciation, thanked each supporter individually.
Sofia, seeing this, tilted her head.
She couldn’t understand what he was saying in Korean, but his continuous bowing to the air seemed like he was giving thanks.
‘Is he getting a lot of support?’
Baron, who received support, only nodded.
‘He looks like a corpse without his pride, but he’s quite polite.’
It’s good to be good.
Even though Sofia was giving him a positive evaluation,
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...”
While surrounded by minions, Mashid kept expressing his gratitude, which soon became suffocating.
“Mashid! What are you doing! We’re surrounded!”
“I need to thank the supporters.”
“You should cut it short during battle!”
“He gave 100GP, how can I cut it short?”
“100GP? Just for that...”
“Just? It’s hard to earn 100,000 won. Oh, the mission...”
Mashid, looking at Sofia as if she were a naive child, saw a viewer mission appear.
[Viewer Yoon Heung-min has sent a mission.]
-Destroy the enemy tower first.
-Reward: 3,000GP
“3, 3,000GP?!”
Mashid, looking at the channel mission, immediately bowed 120 degrees.
“T-Thank you! The first tower is now mine!!!”
His voice was more polite than ever.
But his eyes, which he raised after bowing, were burning with determination.
“Supporter, full buff! Quickly!”
“Why, why?”
“3,000GP! I’ll destroy the tower