Chapter 173
Talent, skills, appearance, wealth, and background. Yura was born with everything. Nothing was lacking. That's why people thought she lived without ever experiencing a single trial. But that was a misconception.
They didn't know all the trails she went through and the effort she made. In fact, Yura had suffered numerous trials and had many frustrating experiences. She tried to withstand the trials and failed. But she was able to mature because she didn't give in to her frustration.
It was a process that took place in both reality and Satisfy. It was how she could become 5th ranked and a star that people were envious of.
'I can learn from today's failure and grow even more.'
There was a flash and weapons aimed at her organs. She closed her eyes and accepted death. Then…
Chaeeeeeng!
Something flew from the sky.
'This..'
Yura opened her eyes and saw seven beautiful blades. Then a familiar voice was heard.
“The villain has appeared."
A powerful and confident voice. That voice was weak just a few months ago. Would anyone believe her if she said that?
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
The black-haired man wielded his greatsword and proudly showed off his overwhelming strength. The person was Grid! It was the moment when the person who once made Yura very frustrated appeared.
'You came. You decided to accept my compulsion.’
Due to her innate talent, she lived a life of solitude. She didn't have the experience of relying on someone. Ever since her parents died, she was completely isolated. She had a heart of steel because she had to face the world alone.
But at this moment. Yura's solid heart melted like snow before sunlight.
"…Thank you."
Yura smiled as she blushed for the first time. Her smile was more brilliant than ever.
***
Tira Island.
The world's attention was focused on the small island that was the stage for the target processing match.
'A brilliant debut.'
It was the honest impression of Turkey's representative, Bubat. The young man called Grid appeared and saved Yura just before her death, blowing the rankers away. Then he used the unidentified golden blades to destroy the targets.
The appearance was dramatic enough to seem like the main character of a movie. Right now, the outside world would be in an uproar. It was obvious that the ID Grid would occupy the number one spot on the Internet real time searches of each country.
There was a common question that everyone in the world had.
"Who are you?" Bubat asked on behalf of the world.
Grid replied sarcastically, “Isn't it obvious after I saved Yura? South Korea's representative."
Bubat frowned at the words.
'He doesn't feel any tension despite being surrounded by renowned rankers. He is an arrogant person.'
Grid was certainly a private ranker.
'A person who hides behind a curtain and doesn't know the enormity of the world, he believes he is the best frog in the well… I have met many people like you.'
The private rankers all had one thing in common. It was that they didn't know the reality of the world. They mocked the rankers who competed on stage with courage and honor, not realizing it was just an illusion. Bubat had experience humbling such people.
'You should always be vigilant.'
Sneak sneak.
Bubat fixed his gaze on Grid and moved a few steps with skillful footwork. He narrowed the distance to 3m and used a skill.
“Bull Headbutt!"
Bull Headbutt was the Crusher's unique skill and had a higher concept than Blink magic. He leapt through space itself, so he could approach the target no matter what obstacles were in his way.
Kung!
Bubat emerged in front of Grid and used a skill at the same time. He bent his waist. Then his hard forehead hit Grid. Yura countered Bubat using precise timing, but Grid didn't have the same control as Yura. He allowed the attack.
[You have dealt 1,730 damage to the target.]
[ The target will become rigid for 0.3 seconds.]
[The target has resisted.]
'Resisted?'
Bubat was confused but linked his CC skills out of habit.
“Star Wish!"
Kwang!
Bubat's one-handed hammer hit Grid's temple. There was the special effect of stars floating above Grid's head.
[You have dealt 2,280 damage to the target.]
[The target will be stunned for 2.5 seconds.]
He did it properly. This was the power of a Crusher, who could neutralize the enemy.
“Well done Bubat!"
The 10 remaining representatives moved in unison. They were intent on killing Grid.
'It doesn't matter who you are!'
‘I'll make your face distort with pain!'
They would force Grid to exit, making his spectacular emergence be in vain. He would go back to hiding behind his curtain as usual, like all private rankers. The rankers ridiculed Grid and prepared to attack him.
"Danger!"
Bubat hurriedly exclaimed. It was due to the incredible notification window that appeared in front of him.
[The target has resisted.]
He saw many people who could reduce the duration of CCs using stats, skills or item effects. Therefore, he didn't think much of it when he saw that Grid resisted Bull Headbutt's 0.3 second rigid state. But to be perfectly resistant to a 2.5 second CC?
'Is he immune to CC?'
If so, it was a total scam. A chill went down Bubat's spine. However, the other rankers were confident. They couldn't imagine that Grid was immune to CC and ignored Bubat's warnings, swinging their weapons as hard as possible.
Pahat!
Syuok!
The onslaught revealed their weakness, because they didn't expect a counterattack.
Pisik.
Grid laughed and moved lightly.
Sukakak!
First of all, he would leave Bubat for later.
"What…?"
Grid evaded the attacks and advanced while counterattacking.
Seokeok!
Puok!
"Keook!"
"Ugh!"
It was undeniable that Grid's control skills were lacking compared to a ranker. However, he had experience raiding powerful bosses and he had grown slightly beyond the category of ordinary people. It meant he couldn't fail to counterattack against the enemies who weren't vigilant and exposed their weak points.
"What is this… Ugh!"
Grid, who shouldn't be able to move, had neatly avoided their attacks and counterattacked. Thus, the rankers were caught off guard and wounded. They hurriedly took a health potion while shock filled their eyes.
[You have suffered 6,230 damage.]
[You have suffered 6,100 damage.]
[You have suffered 6,450 damage.]
Putting aside his immunity to CC, his flat damage was this much?
“What is this guy…?"
If a ranker received damage from a damage dealer with a level in the mid-200s, they would suffer around 3,000 damage. Yet this was more than 6,000 damage? In addition, this was the damage without using a skill?
"You..! What is your identity?"
Grid was different from the usual private rankers that they met. He was a monster like Yura. The South Korean team was hiding another bigshot like Yura? The rankers became tense. At this moment, someone saw the golden blades destroying the targets by themselves and belatedly recalled something.
"That reminds me, those golden blades… Don't they look like the golden discs used by Pagma's Descendant at the Bairan battle?"
"…Heok?"
"It can't be…"
The rankers frowned. At the same time, the commentators were making the same guess.
『 The seven golden blades are moving by themselves! The actions, material and color are similar to the golden discs used by Pagma's Descendant! 』
『 We should pay attention to that black greatsword! That greatsword has an orange color around it like the sunset, so I failed to recognize it at first. But look closely! It is the greatsword that Pagma's Descendant threw to Toon in the Bairan Battle! 』
"Come to think of it…"
"Then perhaps…?"
"That man called Grid…"
Was he Pagma's Descendant? The millions of viewers around the world, including the rankers and audience members all wondered the same thing. On the other hand, Grid was frowning.
'They only lost one-fifth of their health, despite being hit by Dainsleif? They are truly top rankers.'
[+8 Dainsleif (Reproduction)]
Rating: Unique
Durability: 500/500 Attack Power: 703~991 Attack Speed: -8% (-2)%
* Additional damage equal to 10% of the target's current defense will be dealt.
* The greater the number of enemies, the greater the damage.
(Additional 15 (+3) damage per enemy)
* The skill 'Golden Flash' will be generated.
The weapon was strengthened to +8.
Compared to the +0 weapon, the base attack power increased by 56% and the option effects increased by 20%.
Currently, Dainsleif perceived 11 people as enemies. This meant that the +8 Dainsleif had an attack power of 901~1, (damage proportional to the opponent's defense). This alone was enough for it to be a great weapon, so Grid had judged that it wasn't necessary to bring out Failure.
'I really can't ignore the rankers.'
Grid opened his inventory. Then he put Dainsleif away and pulled out Failure.
[+9 Failure]
Rating: Legendary
Durability: 1,090/1,090
Attack Power: 1,768~3,682 Defense: 80 (+24)
* Agility +50 (+15)
* There is a low probability of blocking the enemy's attacks.
* There is a certain probability of activating the '5 Joint Attacks' skill.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Cutting' skill.
* The skill 'Bisect' will be generated.
* There will be a fear effect if the enemy is more than 20 (-6) levels lower than the user.
* Attack power +20% (+6) in dark places.
A +9 item was on a different dimension from a +8 item. Compared to the +0 weapon, the base attack power increased by 70% and the option effects increased by 30%. In addition, Failure was a weapon that was fundamentally more powerful than Dainsleif. The absolute majesty of the +9 Failure couldn't be compared with the +8 Dainsleif.
'In the first place, I am participating in the National Competition…'
Grid himself was well aware that it was impossible to conceal his identity anymore. So what if he let the world know?
'I will have a glamorous debut.'
He was reluctant to be a celebrity because it was annoying in many ways. But on the contrary, if he could endure it, then he would be able to obtain a lot of benefits. He would become more popular with women. Or he would become more popular with women.
'I will become more popular with women!'
After the incident with Ahyoung, he had a distrust of women and couldn't think of dating immediately. However, he wasn't celibate. Who knew what would happen? He might meet his fate if he got many female fans.
"Huhuhu…!"
He smiled. But from the enemy's point of view, Grid's smile was very wicked. "Pagma's Swordsmanship…!"
"P-Pagma…!"
"It's real!"
The rankers started frantically thinking. The legendary class, Pagma's Descendant. The person who made the whole world shake was a Korean? And what was that white light around the greatsword?
'+9 sword…!'
"Transcended Link."
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
It was the first appearance of Pagma's Descendant after the Bairan battle. This was much more powerful compared to the bombardment he fired at Neberius during the Bairan battle.
[You have suffered 18,050 damage.]
[You have suffered 19,900 damage.]
[You have suffered 18,410 damage.]
"Kuaaaaak!"
The rankers were hurt due to the battle with Yura, and their health wasn't full despite taking potions. They couldn't cope with the blue and white bombardment and started to turn into a grey light.
Some people who calmly deployed their defense skills survived, but there was only a handful of them. There were only four people left. Except for them, seven rankers were logged out with one skill.
'A wide area skill has this much damage?'
‘Why didn't he get affected by the CC?'
The four survivors were confused by the aftermath of the absurd attack. On the other hand, Grid didn't stay still.
"Quick Movements!"
He pulled out the Ideal Dagger and used its skills, then he chased after the survivors. Then he swapped again to the +9 Failure and used Blacksmith's Rage, raising his attack power and attack speed. A large storm raged from the greatsword.
Jjejeong! Jjang! Jjejejeok!
[The durability of Zilron's Sword has decreased by 32.]
[The durability of Ragel's Shield has decreased by 19.]
[The durability of the Tuhon Armor has decreased by 9.]
Puk! Peok! Sakak!
[You have suffered 9,820 damage.]
[You have suffered 12,030 damage.]
[You have suffered 10,550 damage.]
"Ugh! What is this…?"
“Every time I defend, my item durability…!"
"Dammit! Isn't this crazy? Kuhak!"
Was this really a player's attack power? It was comparable to a boss monster. Yura was strong in magic, but they couldn't endure this bastard's strength. Then what about the attack speed? It was unbelievably fast for a greatsword.
Seokeok!
“Kuaaaaak!”
It was impossible for only four people to cope with Grid. Somehow they counterattacked, but their damage wasn't as high as Grid's. His defense was at the level of a tanker and they couldn't deal any fatal damage.
"You!"
Bubat had persistent health and continued to use CC, blocking Grid's path several times. But Grid was immune to CC, making it useless. A Crusher's worst counter was Pagma's Descendant.
‘How absurd…!'
A legendary class was different. It didn't matter about the lack of control. He was just strong. Furthermore, the items he was armed with were too good.
“This is a fraudulent character… Cough!"
"Kuak!"
In the end, the four survivors, including Bubat, died and were logged out.
“This place is all cleaned up."
Grid defeated 11 rankers that represented their country. He recovered his health by drinking potions and extended his sight to the entire island.
“…”
On one side, Regas and Med were having a confrontation. Natasha left Regas alone and was absorbed in aiming at the targets. Jishuka and Samuel who represented Brazil were in the forest. The US, French, Chinese and Japanese representatives were busy keeping each other in check.
All those who met Grid's eyes shrank back. Jishuka and Regas weren't an exception. Right now, they were Grid's enemies. They all stayed silent and couldn't act carelessly, causing Grid to shrug.
“Well, there is no need to fight."
Pepeng! Peng!
In the sky above. Even at this moment, the seven golden blades were moving on their own to destroy the targets. South Korea's points were now at 110. On the other hand, the average score of the other teams was only 70 points.
This status quo just needed to be maintained, and it was clear that South Korea would win.
『 … 』
The commentators were overwhelmed at the majesty of the legendary class and couldn't say anything.
“…”
The hundreds of thousands of spectators were silent with astonishment. The Olympic main stadium was as calm as dead rats.
“…”
Even the millions of people watching via TV or the Internet had lost their souls. Had there ever been such a quiet day since the human race started breeding on Earth? Many people were feeling doubt.
"Indeed, you truly are Pagma's Descendant."
Yura smiled. She was still beautiful despite being wounded. She couldn't raise her slender body, so Grid approached her.
“Don't exaggerate and stand up. Isn't it funny that a woman like you has fallen down?"
“Please help me." Yura asked and held out a hand.
"Che."
Grid clicked his tongue and grabbed her hand. It was clearly caught on camera. Then…
"W… Waaahhhhhhhh!”
"Grid! Grid! Grid!"
"Yura! Yura! Yura!"
The Korean audience members started to cheer on the two people. South Korea, a country ignored for being weak in Satisfy. This man and woman was about to end that long disgrace.
On this day. A true legend began.
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Chapter 174
"Bad person." Jishuka muttered.
Deep in the forest. She had struggled with Samuel, the weakest of the participants in the target processing match, and her anger finally exploded.
"He ignored my whisper, only to come for another girl?"
The day of the opening ceremony. Jishuka had logged onto Satisfy in South Korea and whispered to Grid to find out his location. But Grid continued to ignore her whispers. At the time, Jishuka had tried to understand. He must be busy.
But what was this? He didn't seem too busy to rescue another woman.
'Did he ignore my whispers because he wasn't interested in me? He didn't want to meet up with me, so he ignored it?'
She had thousands of fan clubs all over the world. Hundreds of millions of men wanted her. She had been courted by the best men, such as handsome actors, oil tycoons, and successful intellectuals. But now she was being ignored.
Jishuaka's pride was crushed as she was holding a Special Jaffa Arrow! It was broken in half. She ignored it and asked Samuel, "Who is prettier between me and Yura?"
The people of the world enjoyed comparing Jishuka and Yura. It was their hobby to evaluate who was more beautiful. It wasn't just their appearance. They were often compared in all respects because they were international stars and top rankers of Satisfy. Even the payment they received for their TV appearances or photo shoots was the same.
Jishuka recognized Yura as her rival. However, she was confident that she was superior to Yura. But she seemed to be defeated when it came to the man she was interested in. She never knew that Grid and Yura were so close.
'A person who would rather make items rushed to participate in the National Competition… Is Yura a special presence to him?'
Samuel looked at her and responded honestly.
“Jishuka, you are much sexier. Your qualities are definitely better. Objectively, I think that you are more beautiful? But I personally prefer elegant women, so Yura seems more beautiful to me. In addition, Yura is Asian, right? She has calm eyes, no freckles, and a mysterious charm in many ways. Hehe, she is a goddess."
“Shut up."
Puok!
[The effect of the Special Jaffa arrow is activated, meaning the enemy's defense is completely ignored.]
[The Special Jaffa Arrow has poisoned the enemy.]
"Keok!"
Samuel shuddered in pain as the arrow stabbed his thigh. Then Jishuka pulled back her bowstring.
"I am angry."
Papapat!
Her quick fire was unfolded. The targets flying between the trees and bushes exploded without being able to escape Jishuka's arrows.
"I am becoming heated up!"
Pepepepeng!
The Brazilian team's score keep increasing thanks to her furious firing. The commentator shouted.
『 Brazil 72… 73 points! Truly an expert archer! The Brazilian representative, Jishuka's arrows ignore all obstacles and are wiping out the targets in a flash! Ah! As soon as I spoke, the Chinese team and Japanese team have started attacking Jishuka! 』
"Wahhhh!"
The audience's attention that was focused on Pagma's Descendant finally returned to the battlefield. They once again began to cheer for the players of their country. On the other hand, the United States representative, Hurent, was looking at the scoreboard with a perplexed expression.
“Um~ what is this?"
South Korea – 113 points.
United States- 77 points.
Brazil – 73 points.
Canada – 71 points.
France – 69 points.
China – 62 points.
Japan – 61 points.
United Kingdom – 49 points.
Spain – 0 points.
It was the Korean team's solo play.
He had almost caught up with the Korean team's score when Yura was attacked by the representatives of eight countries, but the sudden appearance of Pagma's Descendant made his efforts useless.
'Destroying 11 top rankers alone and controlling the blades to handle the targets…'
During the Bairan battle, he had been 'passable.'
"Really, isn't it a foul to introduce a legendary class at this time?"
Hurent made a frightened expression on the outside, but his eyes were calm. He scratched his grey hair and his middle-aged brain started to spin quickly. The situation had changed due to a single influence. How should he deal with it?
He worried about it before calling out his partner's name.
"Lauel."
"Yes."
The young silver-haired man, who was watching Grid, replied with an expressionless face.
Hurent asked him, "Those golden blades, can you handle them?"
“…”
Lauel's gaze headed back towards the sky where Grid was. He briefly observed the seven blades that were moving around 1.5 times faster than the target and explained.
"Sniping is possible if I can get within 30m of them. However, if those blades are made of the same material as the golden discs that appeared during the Bairan battle, they won't be destroyed."
Hurent nodded.
"Okay. Then we will give up on the gold medal."
The United States was the world's strongest power.
As representatives of the United States, Hurent and Lauel were great. As the number two person on the US team, Hurent was 8th on the unified rankings and had a hidden class. Meanwhile, Lauel was one of the Ten Rookies. They originally aimed to win, but they changed their target without faltering.
"Pagma’s Descendant and Yura. It might be possible with just one of them, but it is folly to become enemies with both of them at the same time. Let's leave both of them alone and focus on our own fight."
They would aim for the silver medal. Hurent made the decision and decided to defeat his rivals.
“First of all, our first target should be the Canadian team."
The United States, France, Brazil, China and Japan were the five teams in the forest. They were busy keeping each other in check. The British team were near the Korean team, but their score was slowly rising because Natasha was handling the targets alone. The Spanish team? Med was the only survivor and he was confronting Regas. His score was also zero, so there was no need to worry about him.
On the other hand, the Canadian team was an eyesore.
They were hidden halfway up a mountain and were persistently handling the targets. Thanks to their exquisite position, their speed of points acquisition was fast and no one was disturbing them. They were the obvious choice.
“…”
The French representatives and Chinese representatives on the right and left looked over here with frightened eyes. Hurent laughed at them and spoke, "Three minutes. Just hold on for three minutes without me.”
Lauel's face distorted. “Hold on alone for three minutes? Won't the other teams focus their attacks on me the moment you leave my side? I won't even be able to last two minutes."
"No, you can hold on. If not, just endure for 2 minutes and 50 seconds. I will come back in that time."
"Shouldn't we go together?"
“No. Then the Canadian team can cooperate with other teams to isolate us. Then I am going~"
Hurent spoke one-sidedly before jumping high in a manner that didn't fit his large size. Like a martial artist, he ran along the trees and reached the mountain in a minute.
"Have you come to be killed?"
The Canadian representative ridiculed Hurent. There were two of them, while Hurent was alone. Lauel was left alone and was being attacked by the representatives of other countries. This was the end for the US.
"You're foolish, Hurent."
After the Korean team that had Pagma's Descendant and Yura, the United States had the next best power. Now the Canadian team had an opportunity to defeat the United States. Hurent might be ranked 8th, but they were also in the top 30 rankings. The two of them believed they could defeat Hurent if they worked together.
‘Hurent isn't a monster like Yura and Pagma's Descendant. If he was a monster like them, he would've already smashed the other teams alone.'
The Canadian representatives thought so. But in fact, Hurent was a monster. He was one of the seven rankers that Yura analyzed to be stronger than her.
“I have to hurry."
Hwaruruk!
A red aura like fire blazed on both of Hurent's hands.
"Eh?"
It was different from their information? Hurent had a rare hidden class called 'Aura Master,' and didn't he originally deal with blue aura? As they felt confused and wary, Hurent gave them new information.
"Among the hidden classes, 'growth' types exist. My Aura Master was a rare class when I first acquired it, but now it's been promoted to an epic class. My aura has become stronger."
“Bullshit!"
This was the first time they heard of growth type classes. The Canadian team thought it was a bluff and attacked. The aura around both of Hurent's hands formed swords.
"I will let you learn the glory of a future legendary class."
Hurent spoke sincerely and swung his two aura blades.
Chaaeng! Chaaeng!
The Canadian representatives struggled. They exchanged a few blows with Hurent. But Hurent's swordsmanship was much better. The Canadian representatives started to be injured. Hurent's aura blades completely ignored their defenses, so they suffered a 100% fixed damage.
The Canadian representatives were shocked by their injuries, while Hurent's aura blades moved like a whip.
Puuok!
"Kuk… Kuak!”
"From this angle, how…?"
A Canadian representative was pierced in the heart and was stunned after suffering massive damage. Their survival was already in Hurent's hands.
"Your abilities are good, but… Somehow, the recent rankers are too weak in PvP. Is is because they are only focused on levelling up? You don't know how to fight~"
Hurent was unable to conceal his relaxed expression as he logged out the Canadian rankers. He checked the time while taking a potion and hit his forehead.
"Damn, it has already been over three minutes."
Hurent operated aura around his lower half, allowing him to move at a tremendous speed and to quickly reach Lauel. Then he laughed. Lauel, who he thought would already be dead, was relatively fine?
“No wonder he's called the strongest rookie."
Lauel glared sharply while Hurent was admiring him.
"It took you 4 minutes and 9 seconds."
“Sorry, sorry~ The enemies were further than I thought."
The apologetic Hurent attacked the French and Chinese representatives who had attacked Lauel. At that moment, an arrow flew towards his heart.
Puok!
Hurent avoided it hitting his heart with breathtaking reflexes and expressed his disapproval. He pulled out the arrow and said, “I wanted to avoid a melee because of that woman."
An archer was vulnerable in a one-on-one match. But it was a scary class when hidden behind allies. In the first place, Jishuka was an outstanding talent.
“Well, she was my second goal. Cover me Lauel."
Hurent leapt in the direction of the Brazilian team.
'We can't beat the US team if Jishuka is killed.'
The other teams judged simultaneously and blocked him. But there was one problem.
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
Hurent dispersed aura around him. Then they transformed into aura spears and pierced the bodies of the enemies.
"Kuk…! 'Aura, is this its true power?'
'This is the strength of a top 10 ranker…!'
Surprises kept appearing.
Zibal, Chris, Bondre and Yura. Then there was Pagma’s Descendant and Hurent.
They showed strength that transcended common sense in this National Competition. Even if all participants were rankers, the level was different. It was to a point where they felt insignificant.
Hurent pierced through the disgruntled representatives and reached the Brazilian team. Samuel blocked his way, but Samuel was the weakest one here. He couldn't beat Hurent.
"Eek!"
Samuel was struck and fell down. Hurent had been hit with arrows several times, but he ignored them and narrowed the distance to Jishuka instantly.
"Isn't this quite hard?" Hurent explained to the sweaty Jishuka. "It's possible to operate my aura defensively. Anyway, it's great. This is the first time I've become a hedgehog."
"Why don't you experience your body being cut in half?"
"…!"
An unexpected voice was heard above his head? Hurent freaked out and moved.
Kwang!
The greatsword hit the place where he had been standing.
Jjejeok! Jjejejeok!
The ground shook like an earthquake had occurred. Grid descended.
Hurent noticed his mistake.
“That’s right. Didn't Pagma’s Descendant belong to the Tzedakah Guild? Ah, I tried to touch someone I should've have."
“You saw it right away."
He might've never expressed it, but the Tzedakah Guild was very precious to Grid. They noticed his value more quickly than anyone else, and they were people who respected and cared about him.
He originally built a relationship with them because of money, but not anymore. This was a relationship built up over half a year. They helped him in many ways. Grid might laugh at some of them, but to him, they were his only friends.
How could he not protect his friends when he had enough strength? It was no different from his past friends who ignored him when he was in pain.
‘Yes, I will never do so.'
At this moment, he realized why he wanted to enter the competition despite having to reveal his identity.
Sururuk.
Grid's eyes changed.
The arrogance cleared from his eyes. The reasons he used to convince himself about why he participated in this competition was just a means to conceal his confusion, because he couldn't understand his own psychology. At this moment, his eyes were shining deeply and gently.
Hurent witnessed the change in real time and was amazed.
'It feels like he has become another person.'
On the other hand, Jishuka's eyes were shining from next to Grid.
'W-What? Why is he so good looking today?'
Jishuka was always confident and didn't pay attention to men. Her eyes couldn't leave Grid.
Grid moved her behind him and declared, "Watch me."
"Ye… Huh?"
Duguen!
Jishuka looked at Grid's wide back and turned red. And right now, this situation was being broadcasted around the world.
"Damn! This isn't a drama!"
"Boo! Boo-!"
The men around the world started to boo together. Pagma's Descendant, Yura, wasn't enough for him? He was aiming for Jishuka as well? Wasn't he a very bad person?
"Damn bastard!"
“Rotten guy!”
One man was gobbling up the hearts of two of the world's most beautiful women. There was a lot of swearing around the world.
At the same time.
A young man in his 30's was watching the competition on TV and stood up. Then towards the Grid on TV… Clap. Clap. A standing ovation.
“Plant flags all around you. Bravo…!"
This man had posters of Rebecca's Daughters all over his house. Thanks to Grid, the pope was killed and he became the first to receive a unique hidden class. He was cheering for Grid from a distance.
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Current schedule: 20 chapters a week.
Chapter 175
When he was a highschool student. Lee Junho only believed in his fist, and tormented children weaker than him. Mental and physical abuse were basic, and he also extorted money. In school, he was the king.
No one could resist and had to obey him. One of the tormented was Shin Youngwoo. He would shiver when frightened and would become grumpy if his pride was trampled on. Youngwoo was the same, even after going to university and the military.
Lee Junho mocked him every time they met at the alumni meeting. But what was this? The person who appeared at this year's reunion was significantly different. He was economically successful and confident.
On the other hand, Lee Junho hadn't changed from his school days. He couldn't abandon his gangster mentality and couldn't adapt to society. He was in his late 20's and could only find part time jobs.
Lee Junho became ashamed of himself. He got off the throne he was sitting on and faced reality.
'I need to change, like Youngwoo.'
Lee Junho was determined. Like Youngwoo, he tried to overcome his past self in order to achieve a new and successful life.
First of all, he abandoned his futile pride. He worked hard to find jobs at gas stations, convenience stores, PC Cafes and construction sites. He didn't boast. He didn't spend much money. He saved one penny, two pennies, and eventually realized something.
How wasteful was it to rob others of money with violence? He also realized it every time he was ignored by the customers for being a part-time worker. He believed that the act of ignoring the weak was a sin that shouldn't be forgiven.
'…I'm sorry, Shin Youngwoo.'
On his way back home after his part time job. Lee Junho was smoking in a smoking booth and apologized to Youngwoo in his mind. There was a bitter smile on his face.
“If I could have an opportunity to apologize to you, I will never show up in front of you again."
The Satisfy National Competition was relayed on billboards on skyscrapers. He was able to see Youngwoo's appearance there. Now he was a person in a completely different world.
Many people stopped along the way and looked up at Youngwoo on the billboard. Among the crowd was Youngwoo's sister, Sehee.
"Cool."
Yerim was with Sehee and sincerely admired him. She was completely fascinated by Youngwoo, who appeared to save Yura and overwhelm the foreign teams.
"He is capable, strong and overflowing with confidence. Your brother is really the best man."
"The game and reality are different. I admire my brother, but he isn't the best man."
Sehee tried to return Yerim to reality, but it was useless.
"Aren't you aware that Satisfy isn't a simple game? Satisfy is already another reality. He is the best man in that reality."
Yerim knew it more accurately than Sehee. She had a more mature appearance than her age and proclaimed with a giggle, “I will surely have your brother."
Gulp.
The men starting around them were attracted to Yerim and lost their souls. There was the sound of gulping here and there. Several men who looked like gangsters were already approaching. Sehee glared at them and asserted to Yerim.
"You don't fit Oppa's taste."
"Huh?" Yerim's eyes widened. She looked at Sehee's sulky expression and laughed. "Sorry, sorry. Sehee, I forgot how much you love your brother. I'm sorry for making you jealous."
"I'm not just saying this. You really don't fit Oppa's taste."
"Ye~? What man would dislike me?"
Yerim was considered the best queen of South Korea's high school system along with Sehee, so her self-esteem was very high. Sehee explained the reason for her confident words.
"Oppa likes busty girls."
Yerim tilted her head to one side.
"Aren't I pretty big?"
"You need to at least have a D cup."
On the billboard, Youngwoo was saving Jishuka from Hurent. It was natural to save Yura because she was a Korean, but wasn't Jishuka a representative of another country? Why did he save her? Yerim confirmed Jishuka's large chest and pouted.
“Really, that's his taste?"
“He's a dog in rut."
Sehee was furious. She was annoyed to see that woman hanging onto her brother.
"I'm going."
In the end, Sehee turned away from the electronic billboard and moved towards the library. Yerim wanted to see more of the broadcast, but was forced to follow Sehee. Then she thought.
‘I'm not even 20 years old yet, so should I try for a D cup?'
She was seriously considering it.
***
Hurent gazed at Jishuka and Grid.
He took a health potion and an antidote before speaking.
“This isn't a common antidote… The poison arrows are quite awful."
He checked the scoreboard.
'Korea has 131 points, the US has 82 points, Brazil has 73 points, the United Kingdom has 60 points and Spain has 0.'
Now there were only five countries left. Spain was ruled out. The Spanish team's Med was on the verge of being logged out by Regas. Hurent understood the battlefield and sent a whisper to Lauel in the rear.
–Get out of battle and focus on handling the targets. We have given up on the gold medal, but we need to take the silver medal.
—Isn't the damage pretty big? Can you afford to go against Pagma’s Descendant in that state?
The seven golden blades were still moving by themselves and destroying the targets. Hurent confirmed the scene and smiled darkly.
–Why not?
Ttadak.
Hurent looked at Grid.
“Since the situation is like this, shall I enjoy it a little?"
It was an obvious provocation! The confident Grid wasn't going to fall for that provocation.
“Stop fooling around."
The 1st ranked Kraugel. The 2nd ranked Zibal. The 3rd ranked Chris. The 7th ranked Agnus. The 8th ranked Hurent. The 11th ranked Bondre. Finally, the 14th ranked Hao. Yura had called them the seven people stronger than her.
Grid distinctly remembered it. However, he wasn't nervous at all, despite Hurent being one of them. He was someone who raided the strongest boss monsters alone! He was confident that he could beat high rankers with his stats, skills and items.
"Jishuka, leave him to me and concentrate on the targets. Don't you want the silver medal?"
"Yes…! Thank you!"
Jishuka thanked Grid and disappeared into the forest with Samuel. Once Grid was alone with Hurent, he immediately unfolded his sword dance.
"Pagma's Swordsmanship!"
The moment Grid moved two steps.
Puok!
A 5m long red blade emerged from Hurent's fingertip and pierced Grid's chest.
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
'Eh?'
Hurent attacked with timing that couldn't be coped with, because Grid was busy with his sword dance. The damage was considerable.
'I suffered that much damage despite my legendary armor set?'
Or was it the default damage of aura? Grid was confused but his best skill was already being used.
"Kill!"
Kuooooh!
The giant blue greatsword filled with hatred roared as it headed for Hurent.
Kwarururung!
The trees in the area vibrated due to the overwhelming waves of energy coming from it. Grid had planned to blow Hurent away. However…
Hurent moved sideways at the correct timing and avoided Kill. Then he moved back to Grid and aimed his aura blades at the gap exposed by the greatsword swing.
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
'It's constant damage. Aura, does it ignore defense and deal a fixed damage?'
Grid frowned as he belatedly understood. The energy of Kill pierced empty air and faded. Hurent clicked his tongue. “In order to hit with a non-targeted skill, you first have to restrain your opponent's movements. If that isn't possible, you should predict their movements. Isn't that part of the basics?"
Grid took a potion to restore his health and asked, “Are you attempting to teach me right now?"
"Teach? Hahat! Nonsense. Is there any reason to do that type of favor for you? I'm simply disappointed. You have the strongest class and this is the extent of your skills~? Don't you have any combat experience?"
Grid snapped at him.
“Of course I have combat experience…! You can't imagine how many bosses I've raided alone so far!"
Hurent chuckled.
"Is your combat experience limited to boss raids? Kukuk, of course, bosses are strong. But don't they just fight with strength or with a fixed pattern? They don't fight cleverly. Yes, just like you. Can't you see that the difference in our combat experience is too big?"
"Talking nonsense just because you avoided my skill once."
The heated Grid moved his sword like butterflies dancing. This time, he was going to hit Hurent's cheeky face. But Pagma's Swordsmanship had a weakness. In order to activate the skill, the name must be said. This took a minimum of 0.8 to 2 seconds before the skill was activated.
Obviously, some people would feel that this was a short amount of time. In fact, none of the players, monsters and bosses Grid met had touched him during this time. But didn't Yura counter in 0.5 seconds when facing a Crusher? Furthermore, Hurent was much better than her.
Teook!
The moment that Grid took the first step of his sword dance.
Puuok!
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
Hurent hit Grid twice during that time. At the same time, he escaped to the rear, opening up a distance.
"Kuk!"
Grid checked the distance and decided it was impossible, cancelling his activation of Link.
'It stinks.'
He admitted that Hurent was strong. It was accepted compared to the bosses he had faced so far. The aura's fixed damage and ability to freely transform its shape was quite annoying, but the vulnerable part was that he couldn't use a skill.
Certainly, Grid had experience fighting. However, he perceived it after two skills became useless.
"Are you going to use a skill haphazardly again? Do you have no learning ability?"
Hurent sighed as if Grid was pathetic. In the end, Grid rushed to him.
"Okay! I can just swing my sword instead of using skills. Then will you be able to avoid it? Eh? Blacksmith’s Rage!"
Jjejeong!
The +9 Failure clashed with the aura blades.
'Strong.'
Hurent confirmed that his aura shook like a fire in front of wind and clicked his tongue. He tried to open a distance with Grid, but his basic movement speed wasn't enough.
Jjejeong! Jjang!
Grid persistently stuck to Hurent and swung his sword. Hurent barely managed to defend and confirmed that the cooldown of his Escape skill was over.
"Escape."
Peeng!
This close-range distance skill was something that all warrior classes possessed. Hurent managed to get 5m away from Grid and shifted some of his aura to his lower half.
[Attack power is reduced by 30%.]
[Movement speed has increased by 30%.]
'Faster?'
Grid was no longer able to narrow down the distance to Hurent, who was running away like a coward. In the end, he swapped out to the Ideal Dagger, used Quick Movements and shouted at Hurent.
"Let's finish this game."
Pepepepeok!
Hurent leaped towards where there were a lot of targets and released his aura all around him. There was an explosion and the US team's score quickly updated.
『 The United States has 109 points! Really amazing! After logging out the representatives from France, China and Japan, Hurent destroyed 16 targets in a single strike while running from Pagma's Descendant! 』
“What are you trying to do?"
Grid wanted to help Jishuka and Regas. He wanted their countries to win the silver and bronze medals. Therefore, he chased after Hurent to stop him. Thanks to his high persistence, Grid's stamina remained steady while Hurent gradually became exhausted.
'I thought he invested most of his stats into strength, then some into agility and stamina. But now I see that his stats are high overall. Indeed, a blacksmith can increase their stats dramatically through the production of items.'
Over time, Hurent could grasp more about Grid. But his breathing was becoming labored and he was slowing down.
'I almost caught up!'
Grid's eyes sparkled. This was the end. He would soon catch that annoying guy.
Grid was filled with pleasure, but there was a problem.
『 South Korean team-! 150 points! Victoryyy! 』
"What…?"
Grid noticed his mistake. He forgot about the presence of Yura and the pavranium. He didn't tell Yura that he wanted to beat the US team, and he didn't recall the target destruction order that he gave to the pavranium. Yura and the pavranium kept destroying the targets while he pursued Hurent, eventually leading to this.
“Bye-bye~?"
Hurent laughed, as he had predicted this situation from the beginning. Grid was forced to log out. It was a rule that the team who achieved the quota could no longer remain on the battlefield.
After that.
The United States were the next to reach 150 points after South Korea and achieved the silver medal. Britain and Brazil was left behind to compete for third place, and Britain eventually became the winner.
Jishuka's ability to destroy targets was much better than Natasha, but her partner was the problem. Samuel was too lacking and couldn't protect Jishuka from Regas. In the end, hundreds of thousands of spectators watched as the Korean, United States, and United Kingdom team got on the podium.
"It was enjoyable, newbie."
"Dammit…!"
A funny scene was produced. Grid won the gold medal and was scowling from the top of the podium, while Hurent received the silver medal next to him and was laughing loudly. Looking at the atmosphere of the two men, it was like the US had won.
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Chapter 173
Talent, skills, appearance, wealth, and background. Yura was born with everything. Nothing was lacking. That's why people thought she lived without ever experiencing a single trial. But that was a misconception.
They didn't know all the trails she went through and the effort she made. In fact, Yura had suffered numerous trials and had many frustrating experiences. She tried to withstand the trials and failed. But she was able to mature because she didn't give in to her frustration.
It was a process that took place in both reality and Satisfy. It was how she could become 5th ranked and a star that people were envious of.
'I can learn from today's failure and grow even more.'
There was a flash and weapons aimed at her organs. She closed her eyes and accepted death. Then…
Chaeeeeeng!
Something flew from the sky.
'This..'
Yura opened her eyes and saw seven beautiful blades. Then a familiar voice was heard.
“The villain has appeared."
A powerful and confident voice. That voice was weak just a few months ago. Would anyone believe her if she said that?
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
The black-haired man wielded his greatsword and proudly showed off his overwhelming strength. The person was Grid! It was the moment when the person who once made Yura very frustrated appeared.
'You came. You decided to accept my compulsion.’
Due to her innate talent, she lived a life of solitude. She didn't have the experience of relying on someone. Ever since her parents died, she was completely isolated. She had a heart of steel because she had to face the world alone.
But at this moment. Yura's solid heart melted like snow before sunlight.
"…Thank you."
Yura smiled as she blushed for the first time. Her smile was more brilliant than ever.
***
Tira Island.
The world's attention was focused on the small island that was the stage for the target processing match.
'A brilliant debut.'
It was the honest impression of Turkey's representative, Bubat. The young man called Grid appeared and saved Yura just before her death, blowing the rankers away. Then he used the unidentified golden blades to destroy the targets.
The appearance was dramatic enough to seem like the main character of a movie. Right now, the outside world would be in an uproar. It was obvious that the ID Grid would occupy the number one spot on the Internet real time searches of each country.
There was a common question that everyone in the world had.
"Who are you?" Bubat asked on behalf of the world.
Grid replied sarcastically, “Isn't it obvious after I saved Yura? South Korea's representative."
Bubat frowned at the words.
'He doesn't feel any tension despite being surrounded by renowned rankers. He is an arrogant person.'
Grid was certainly a private ranker.
'A person who hides behind a curtain and doesn't know the enormity of the world, he believes he is the best frog in the well… I have met many people like you.'
The private rankers all had one thing in common. It was that they didn't know the reality of the world. They mocked the rankers who competed on stage with courage and honor, not realizing it was just an illusion. Bubat had experience humbling such people.
'You should always be vigilant.'
Sneak sneak.
Bubat fixed his gaze on Grid and moved a few steps with skillful footwork. He narrowed the distance to 3m and used a skill.
“Bull Headbutt!"
Bull Headbutt was the Crusher's unique skill and had a higher concept than Blink magic. He leapt through space itself, so he could approach the target no matter what obstacles were in his way.
Kung!
Bubat emerged in front of Grid and used a skill at the same time. He bent his waist. Then his hard forehead hit Grid. Yura countered Bubat using precise timing, but Grid didn't have the same control as Yura. He allowed the attack.
[You have dealt 1,730 damage to the target.]
[ The target will become rigid for 0.3 seconds.]
[The target has resisted.]
'Resisted?'
Bubat was confused but linked his CC skills out of habit.
“Star Wish!"
Kwang!
Bubat's one-handed hammer hit Grid's temple. There was the special effect of stars floating above Grid's head.
[You have dealt 2,280 damage to the target.]
[The target will be stunned for 2.5 seconds.]
He did it properly. This was the power of a Crusher, who could neutralize the enemy.
“Well done Bubat!"
The 10 remaining representatives moved in unison. They were intent on killing Grid.
'It doesn't matter who you are!'
‘I'll make your face distort with pain!'
They would force Grid to exit, making his spectacular emergence be in vain. He would go back to hiding behind his curtain as usual, like all private rankers. The rankers ridiculed Grid and prepared to attack him.
"Danger!"
Bubat hurriedly exclaimed. It was due to the incredible notification window that appeared in front of him.
[The target has resisted.]
He saw many people who could reduce the duration of CCs using stats, skills or item effects. Therefore, he didn't think much of it when he saw that Grid resisted Bull Headbutt's 0.3 second rigid state. But to be perfectly resistant to a 2.5 second CC?
'Is he immune to CC?'
If so, it was a total scam. A chill went down Bubat's spine. However, the other rankers were confident. They couldn't imagine that Grid was immune to CC and ignored Bubat's warnings, swinging their weapons as hard as possible.
Pahat!
Syuok!
The onslaught revealed their weakness, because they didn't expect a counterattack.
Pisik.
Grid laughed and moved lightly.
Sukakak!
First of all, he would leave Bubat for later.
"What…?"
Grid evaded the attacks and advanced while counterattacking.
Seokeok!
Puok!
"Keook!"
"Ugh!"
It was undeniable that Grid's control skills were lacking compared to a ranker. However, he had experience raiding powerful bosses and he had grown slightly beyond the category of ordinary people. It meant he couldn't fail to counterattack against the enemies who weren't vigilant and exposed their weak points.
"What is this… Ugh!"
Grid, who shouldn't be able to move, had neatly avoided their attacks and counterattacked. Thus, the rankers were caught off guard and wounded. They hurriedly took a health potion while shock filled their eyes.
[You have suffered 6,230 damage.]
[You have suffered 6,100 damage.]
[You have suffered 6,450 damage.]
Putting aside his immunity to CC, his flat damage was this much?
“What is this guy…?"
If a ranker received damage from a damage dealer with a level in the mid-200s, they would suffer around 3,000 damage. Yet this was more than 6,000 damage? In addition, this was the damage without using a skill?
"You..! What is your identity?"
Grid was different from the usual private rankers that they met. He was a monster like Yura. The South Korean team was hiding another bigshot like Yura? The rankers became tense. At this moment, someone saw the golden blades destroying the targets by themselves and belatedly recalled something.
"That reminds me, those golden blades… Don't they look like the golden discs used by Pagma's Descendant at the Bairan battle?"
"…Heok?"
"It can't be…"
The rankers frowned. At the same time, the commentators were making the same guess.
『 The seven golden blades are moving by themselves! The actions, material and color are similar to the golden discs used by Pagma's Descendant! 』
『 We should pay attention to that black greatsword! That greatsword has an orange color around it like the sunset, so I failed to recognize it at first. But look closely! It is the greatsword that Pagma's Descendant threw to Toon in the Bairan Battle! 』
"Come to think of it…"
"Then perhaps…?"
"That man called Grid…"
Was he Pagma's Descendant? The millions of viewers around the world, including the rankers and audience members all wondered the same thing. On the other hand, Grid was frowning.
'They only lost one-fifth of their health, despite being hit by Dainsleif? They are truly top rankers.'
[+8 Dainsleif (Reproduction)]
Rating: Unique
Durability: 500/500 Attack Power: 703~991 Attack Speed: -8% (-2)%
* Additional damage equal to 10% of the target's current defense will be dealt.
* The greater the number of enemies, the greater the damage.
(Additional 15 (+3) damage per enemy)
* The skill 'Golden Flash' will be generated.
The weapon was strengthened to +8.
Compared to the +0 weapon, the base attack power increased by 56% and the option effects increased by 20%.
Currently, Dainsleif perceived 11 people as enemies. This meant that the +8 Dainsleif had an attack power of 901~1, (damage proportional to the opponent's defense). This alone was enough for it to be a great weapon, so Grid had judged that it wasn't necessary to bring out Failure.
'I really can't ignore the rankers.'
Grid opened his inventory. Then he put Dainsleif away and pulled out Failure.
[+9 Failure]
Rating: Legendary
Durability: 1,090/1,090
Attack Power: 1,768~3,682 Defense: 80 (+24)
* Agility +50 (+15)
* There is a low probability of blocking the enemy's attacks.
* There is a certain probability of activating the '5 Joint Attacks' skill.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Cutting' skill.
* The skill 'Bisect' will be generated.
* There will be a fear effect if the enemy is more than 20 (-6) levels lower than the user.
* Attack power +20% (+6) in dark places.
A +9 item was on a different dimension from a +8 item. Compared to the +0 weapon, the base attack power increased by 70% and the option effects increased by 30%. In addition, Failure was a weapon that was fundamentally more powerful than Dainsleif. The absolute majesty of the +9 Failure couldn't be compared with the +8 Dainsleif.
'In the first place, I am participating in the National Competition…'
Grid himself was well aware that it was impossible to conceal his identity anymore. So what if he let the world know?
'I will have a glamorous debut.'
He was reluctant to be a celebrity because it was annoying in many ways. But on the contrary, if he could endure it, then he would be able to obtain a lot of benefits. He would become more popular with women. Or he would become more popular with women.
'I will become more popular with women!'
After the incident with Ahyoung, he had a distrust of women and couldn't think of dating immediately. However, he wasn't celibate. Who knew what would happen? He might meet his fate if he got many female fans.
"Huhuhu…!"
He smiled. But from the enemy's point of view, Grid's smile was very wicked. "Pagma's Swordsmanship…!"
"P-Pagma…!"
"It's real!"
The rankers started frantically thinking. The legendary class, Pagma's Descendant. The person who made the whole world shake was a Korean? And what was that white light around the greatsword?
'+9 sword…!'
"Transcended Link."
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
It was the first appearance of Pagma's Descendant after the Bairan battle. This was much more powerful compared to the bombardment he fired at Neberius during the Bairan battle.
[You have suffered 18,050 damage.]
[You have suffered 19,900 damage.]
[You have suffered 18,410 damage.]
"Kuaaaaak!"
The rankers were hurt due to the battle with Yura, and their health wasn't full despite taking potions. They couldn't cope with the blue and white bombardment and started to turn into a grey light.
Some people who calmly deployed their defense skills survived, but there was only a handful of them. There were only four people left. Except for them, seven rankers were logged out with one skill.
'A wide area skill has this much damage?'
‘Why didn't he get affected by the CC?'
The four survivors were confused by the aftermath of the absurd attack. On the other hand, Grid didn't stay still.
"Quick Movements!"
He pulled out the Ideal Dagger and used its skills, then he chased after the survivors. Then he swapped again to the +9 Failure and used Blacksmith's Rage, raising his attack power and attack speed. A large storm raged from the greatsword.
Jjejeong! Jjang! Jjejejeok!
[The durability of Zilron's Sword has decreased by 32.]
[The durability of Ragel's Shield has decreased by 19.]
[The durability of the Tuhon Armor has decreased by 9.]
Puk! Peok! Sakak!
[You have suffered 9,820 damage.]
[You have suffered 12,030 damage.]
[You have suffered 10,550 damage.]
"Ugh! What is this…?"
“Every time I defend, my item durability…!"
"Dammit! Isn't this crazy? Kuhak!"
Was this really a player's attack power? It was comparable to a boss monster. Yura was strong in magic, but they couldn't endure this bastard's strength. Then what about the attack speed? It was unbelievably fast for a greatsword.
Seokeok!
“Kuaaaaak!”
It was impossible for only four people to cope with Grid. Somehow they counterattacked, but their damage wasn't as high as Grid's. His defense was at the level of a tanker and they couldn't deal any fatal damage.
"You!"
Bubat had persistent health and continued to use CC, blocking Grid's path several times. But Grid was immune to CC, making it useless. A Crusher's worst counter was Pagma's Descendant.
‘How absurd…!'
A legendary class was different. It didn't matter about the lack of control. He was just strong. Furthermore, the items he was armed with were too good.
“This is a fraudulent character… Cough!"
"Kuak!"
In the end, the four survivors, including Bubat, died and were logged out.
“This place is all cleaned up."
Grid defeated 11 rankers that represented their country. He recovered his health by drinking potions and extended his sight to the entire island.
“…”
On one side, Regas and Med were having a confrontation. Natasha left Regas alone and was absorbed in aiming at the targets. Jishuka and Samuel who represented Brazil were in the forest. The US, French, Chinese and Japanese representatives were busy keeping each other in check.
All those who met Grid's eyes shrank back. Jishuka and Regas weren't an exception. Right now, they were Grid's enemies. They all stayed silent and couldn't act carelessly, causing Grid to shrug.
“Well, there is no need to fight."
Pepeng! Peng!
In the sky above. Even at this moment, the seven golden blades were moving on their own to destroy the targets. South Korea's points were now at 110. On the other hand, the average score of the other teams was only 70 points.
This status quo just needed to be maintained, and it was clear that South Korea would win.
『 … 』
The commentators were overwhelmed at the majesty of the legendary class and couldn't say anything.
“…”
The hundreds of thousands of spectators were silent with astonishment. The Olympic main stadium was as calm as dead rats.
“…”
Even the millions of people watching via TV or the Internet had lost their souls. Had there ever been such a quiet day since the human race started breeding on Earth? Many people were feeling doubt.
"Indeed, you truly are Pagma's Descendant."
Yura smiled. She was still beautiful despite being wounded. She couldn't raise her slender body, so Grid approached her.
“Don't exaggerate and stand up. Isn't it funny that a woman like you has fallen down?"
“Please help me." Yura asked and held out a hand.
"Che."
Grid clicked his tongue and grabbed her hand. It was clearly caught on camera. Then…
"W… Waaahhhhhhhh!”
"Grid! Grid! Grid!"
"Yura! Yura! Yura!"
The Korean audience members started to cheer on the two people. South Korea, a country ignored for being weak in Satisfy. This man and woman was about to end that long disgrace.
On this day. A true legend began.
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Chapter 174
"Bad person." Jishuka muttered.
Deep in the forest. She had struggled with Samuel, the weakest of the participants in the target processing match, and her anger finally exploded.
"He ignored my whisper, only to come for another girl?"
The day of the opening ceremony. Jishuka had logged onto Satisfy in South Korea and whispered to Grid to find out his location. But Grid continued to ignore her whispers. At the time, Jishuka had tried to understand. He must be busy.
But what was this? He didn't seem too busy to rescue another woman.
'Did he ignore my whispers because he wasn't interested in me? He didn't want to meet up with me, so he ignored it?'
She had thousands of fan clubs all over the world. Hundreds of millions of men wanted her. She had been courted by the best men, such as handsome actors, oil tycoons, and successful intellectuals. But now she was being ignored.
Jishuaka's pride was crushed as she was holding a Special Jaffa Arrow! It was broken in half. She ignored it and asked Samuel, "Who is prettier between me and Yura?"
The people of the world enjoyed comparing Jishuka and Yura. It was their hobby to evaluate who was more beautiful. It wasn't just their appearance. They were often compared in all respects because they were international stars and top rankers of Satisfy. Even the payment they received for their TV appearances or photo shoots was the same.
Jishuka recognized Yura as her rival. However, she was confident that she was superior to Yura. But she seemed to be defeated when it came to the man she was interested in. She never knew that Grid and Yura were so close.
'A person who would rather make items rushed to participate in the National Competition… Is Yura a special presence to him?'
Samuel looked at her and responded honestly.
“Jishuka, you are much sexier. Your qualities are definitely better. Objectively, I think that you are more beautiful? But I personally prefer elegant women, so Yura seems more beautiful to me. In addition, Yura is Asian, right? She has calm eyes, no freckles, and a mysterious charm in many ways. Hehe, she is a goddess."
“Shut up."
Puok!
[The effect of the Special Jaffa arrow is activated, meaning the enemy's defense is completely ignored.]
[The Special Jaffa Arrow has poisoned the enemy.]
"Keok!"
Samuel shuddered in pain as the arrow stabbed his thigh. Then Jishuka pulled back her bowstring.
"I am angry."
Papapat!
Her quick fire was unfolded. The targets flying between the trees and bushes exploded without being able to escape Jishuka's arrows.
"I am becoming heated up!"
Pepepepeng!
The Brazilian team's score keep increasing thanks to her furious firing. The commentator shouted.
『 Brazil 72… 73 points! Truly an expert archer! The Brazilian representative, Jishuka's arrows ignore all obstacles and are wiping out the targets in a flash! Ah! As soon as I spoke, the Chinese team and Japanese team have started attacking Jishuka! 』
"Wahhhh!"
The audience's attention that was focused on Pagma's Descendant finally returned to the battlefield. They once again began to cheer for the players of their country. On the other hand, the United States representative, Hurent, was looking at the scoreboard with a perplexed expression.
“Um~ what is this?"
South Korea – 113 points.
United States- 77 points.
Brazil – 73 points.
Canada – 71 points.
France – 69 points.
China – 62 points.
Japan – 61 points.
United Kingdom – 49 points.
Spain – 0 points.
It was the Korean team's solo play.
He had almost caught up with the Korean team's score when Yura was attacked by the representatives of eight countries, but the sudden appearance of Pagma's Descendant made his efforts useless.
'Destroying 11 top rankers alone and controlling the blades to handle the targets…'
During the Bairan battle, he had been 'passable.'
"Really, isn't it a foul to introduce a legendary class at this time?"
Hurent made a frightened expression on the outside, but his eyes were calm. He scratched his grey hair and his middle-aged brain started to spin quickly. The situation had changed due to a single influence. How should he deal with it?
He worried about it before calling out his partner's name.
"Lauel."
"Yes."
The young silver-haired man, who was watching Grid, replied with an expressionless face.
Hurent asked him, "Those golden blades, can you handle them?"
“…”
Lauel's gaze headed back towards the sky where Grid was. He briefly observed the seven blades that were moving around 1.5 times faster than the target and explained.
"Sniping is possible if I can get within 30m of them. However, if those blades are made of the same material as the golden discs that appeared during the Bairan battle, they won't be destroyed."
Hurent nodded.
"Okay. Then we will give up on the gold medal."
The United States was the world's strongest power.
As representatives of the United States, Hurent and Lauel were great. As the number two person on the US team, Hurent was 8th on the unified rankings and had a hidden class. Meanwhile, Lauel was one of the Ten Rookies. They originally aimed to win, but they changed their target without faltering.
"Pagma’s Descendant and Yura. It might be possible with just one of them, but it is folly to become enemies with both of them at the same time. Let's leave both of them alone and focus on our own fight."
They would aim for the silver medal. Hurent made the decision and decided to defeat his rivals.
“First of all, our first target should be the Canadian team."
The United States, France, Brazil, China and Japan were the five teams in the forest. They were busy keeping each other in check. The British team were near the Korean team, but their score was slowly rising because Natasha was handling the targets alone. The Spanish team? Med was the only survivor and he was confronting Regas. His score was also zero, so there was no need to worry about him.
On the other hand, the Canadian team was an eyesore.
They were hidden halfway up a mountain and were persistently handling the targets. Thanks to their exquisite position, their speed of points acquisition was fast and no one was disturbing them. They were the obvious choice.
“…”
The French representatives and Chinese representatives on the right and left looked over here with frightened eyes. Hurent laughed at them and spoke, "Three minutes. Just hold on for three minutes without me.”
Lauel's face distorted. “Hold on alone for three minutes? Won't the other teams focus their attacks on me the moment you leave my side? I won't even be able to last two minutes."
"No, you can hold on. If not, just endure for 2 minutes and 50 seconds. I will come back in that time."
"Shouldn't we go together?"
“No. Then the Canadian team can cooperate with other teams to isolate us. Then I am going~"
Hurent spoke one-sidedly before jumping high in a manner that didn't fit his large size. Like a martial artist, he ran along the trees and reached the mountain in a minute.
"Have you come to be killed?"
The Canadian representative ridiculed Hurent. There were two of them, while Hurent was alone. Lauel was left alone and was being attacked by the representatives of other countries. This was the end for the US.
"You're foolish, Hurent."
After the Korean team that had Pagma's Descendant and Yura, the United States had the next best power. Now the Canadian team had an opportunity to defeat the United States. Hurent might be ranked 8th, but they were also in the top 30 rankings. The two of them believed they could defeat Hurent if they worked together.
‘Hurent isn't a monster like Yura and Pagma's Descendant. If he was a monster like them, he would've already smashed the other teams alone.'
The Canadian representatives thought so. But in fact, Hurent was a monster. He was one of the seven rankers that Yura analyzed to be stronger than her.
“I have to hurry."
Hwaruruk!
A red aura like fire blazed on both of Hurent's hands.
"Eh?"
It was different from their information? Hurent had a rare hidden class called 'Aura Master,' and didn't he originally deal with blue aura? As they felt confused and wary, Hurent gave them new information.
"Among the hidden classes, 'growth' types exist. My Aura Master was a rare class when I first acquired it, but now it's been promoted to an epic class. My aura has become stronger."
“Bullshit!"
This was the first time they heard of growth type classes. The Canadian team thought it was a bluff and attacked. The aura around both of Hurent's hands formed swords.
"I will let you learn the glory of a future legendary class."
Hurent spoke sincerely and swung his two aura blades.
Chaaeng! Chaaeng!
The Canadian representatives struggled. They exchanged a few blows with Hurent. But Hurent's swordsmanship was much better. The Canadian representatives started to be injured. Hurent's aura blades completely ignored their defenses, so they suffered a 100% fixed damage.
The Canadian representatives were shocked by their injuries, while Hurent's aura blades moved like a whip.
Puuok!
"Kuk… Kuak!”
"From this angle, how…?"
A Canadian representative was pierced in the heart and was stunned after suffering massive damage. Their survival was already in Hurent's hands.
"Your abilities are good, but… Somehow, the recent rankers are too weak in PvP. Is is because they are only focused on levelling up? You don't know how to fight~"
Hurent was unable to conceal his relaxed expression as he logged out the Canadian rankers. He checked the time while taking a potion and hit his forehead.
"Damn, it has already been over three minutes."
Hurent operated aura around his lower half, allowing him to move at a tremendous speed and to quickly reach Lauel. Then he laughed. Lauel, who he thought would already be dead, was relatively fine?
“No wonder he's called the strongest rookie."
Lauel glared sharply while Hurent was admiring him.
"It took you 4 minutes and 9 seconds."
“Sorry, sorry~ The enemies were further than I thought."
The apologetic Hurent attacked the French and Chinese representatives who had attacked Lauel. At that moment, an arrow flew towards his heart.
Puok!
Hurent avoided it hitting his heart with breathtaking reflexes and expressed his disapproval. He pulled out the arrow and said, “I wanted to avoid a melee because of that woman."
An archer was vulnerable in a one-on-one match. But it was a scary class when hidden behind allies. In the first place, Jishuka was an outstanding talent.
“Well, she was my second goal. Cover me Lauel."
Hurent leapt in the direction of the Brazilian team.
'We can't beat the US team if Jishuka is killed.'
The other teams judged simultaneously and blocked him. But there was one problem.
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
Hurent dispersed aura around him. Then they transformed into aura spears and pierced the bodies of the enemies.
"Kuk…! 'Aura, is this its true power?'
'This is the strength of a top 10 ranker…!'
Surprises kept appearing.
Zibal, Chris, Bondre and Yura. Then there was Pagma’s Descendant and Hurent.
They showed strength that transcended common sense in this National Competition. Even if all participants were rankers, the level was different. It was to a point where they felt insignificant.
Hurent pierced through the disgruntled representatives and reached the Brazilian team. Samuel blocked his way, but Samuel was the weakest one here. He couldn't beat Hurent.
"Eek!"
Samuel was struck and fell down. Hurent had been hit with arrows several times, but he ignored them and narrowed the distance to Jishuka instantly.
"Isn't this quite hard?" Hurent explained to the sweaty Jishuka. "It's possible to operate my aura defensively. Anyway, it's great. This is the first time I've become a hedgehog."
"Why don't you experience your body being cut in half?"
"…!"
An unexpected voice was heard above his head? Hurent freaked out and moved.
Kwang!
The greatsword hit the place where he had been standing.
Jjejeok! Jjejejeok!
The ground shook like an earthquake had occurred. Grid descended.
Hurent noticed his mistake.
“That’s right. Didn't Pagma’s Descendant belong to the Tzedakah Guild? Ah, I tried to touch someone I should've have."
“You saw it right away."
He might've never expressed it, but the Tzedakah Guild was very precious to Grid. They noticed his value more quickly than anyone else, and they were people who respected and cared about him.
He originally built a relationship with them because of money, but not anymore. This was a relationship built up over half a year. They helped him in many ways. Grid might laugh at some of them, but to him, they were his only friends.
How could he not protect his friends when he had enough strength? It was no different from his past friends who ignored him when he was in pain.
‘Yes, I will never do so.'
At this moment, he realized why he wanted to enter the competition despite having to reveal his identity.
Sururuk.
Grid's eyes changed.
The arrogance cleared from his eyes. The reasons he used to convince himself about why he participated in this competition was just a means to conceal his confusion, because he couldn't understand his own psychology. At this moment, his eyes were shining deeply and gently.
Hurent witnessed the change in real time and was amazed.
'It feels like he has become another person.'
On the other hand, Jishuka's eyes were shining from next to Grid.
'W-What? Why is he so good looking today?'
Jishuka was always confident and didn't pay attention to men. Her eyes couldn't leave Grid.
Grid moved her behind him and declared, "Watch me."
"Ye… Huh?"
Duguen!
Jishuka looked at Grid's wide back and turned red. And right now, this situation was being broadcasted around the world.
"Damn! This isn't a drama!"
"Boo! Boo-!"
The men around the world started to boo together. Pagma's Descendant, Yura, wasn't enough for him? He was aiming for Jishuka as well? Wasn't he a very bad person?
"Damn bastard!"
“Rotten guy!”
One man was gobbling up the hearts of two of the world's most beautiful women. There was a lot of swearing around the world.
At the same time.
A young man in his 30's was watching the competition on TV and stood up. Then towards the Grid on TV… Clap. Clap. A standing ovation.
“Plant flags all around you. Bravo…!"
This man had posters of Rebecca's Daughters all over his house. Thanks to Grid, the pope was killed and he became the first to receive a unique hidden class. He was cheering for Grid from a distance.
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Chapter 175
When he was a highschool student. Lee Junho only believed in his fist, and tormented children weaker than him. Mental and physical abuse were basic, and he also extorted money. In school, he was the king.
No one could resist and had to obey him. One of the tormented was Shin Youngwoo. He would shiver when frightened and would become grumpy if his pride was trampled on. Youngwoo was the same, even after going to university and the military.
Lee Junho mocked him every time they met at the alumni meeting. But what was this? The person who appeared at this year's reunion was significantly different. He was economically successful and confident.
On the other hand, Lee Junho hadn't changed from his school days. He couldn't abandon his gangster mentality and couldn't adapt to society. He was in his late 20's and could only find part time jobs.
Lee Junho became ashamed of himself. He got off the throne he was sitting on and faced reality.
'I need to change, like Youngwoo.'
Lee Junho was determined. Like Youngwoo, he tried to overcome his past self in order to achieve a new and successful life.
First of all, he abandoned his futile pride. He worked hard to find jobs at gas stations, convenience stores, PC Cafes and construction sites. He didn't boast. He didn't spend much money. He saved one penny, two pennies, and eventually realized something.
How wasteful was it to rob others of money with violence? He also realized it every time he was ignored by the customers for being a part-time worker. He believed that the act of ignoring the weak was a sin that shouldn't be forgiven.
'…I'm sorry, Shin Youngwoo.'
On his way back home after his part time job. Lee Junho was smoking in a smoking booth and apologized to Youngwoo in his mind. There was a bitter smile on his face.
“If I could have an opportunity to apologize to you, I will never show up in front of you again."
The Satisfy National Competition was relayed on billboards on skyscrapers. He was able to see Youngwoo's appearance there. Now he was a person in a completely different world.
Many people stopped along the way and looked up at Youngwoo on the billboard. Among the crowd was Youngwoo's sister, Sehee.
"Cool."
Yerim was with Sehee and sincerely admired him. She was completely fascinated by Youngwoo, who appeared to save Yura and overwhelm the foreign teams.
"He is capable, strong and overflowing with confidence. Your brother is really the best man."
"The game and reality are different. I admire my brother, but he isn't the best man."
Sehee tried to return Yerim to reality, but it was useless.
"Aren't you aware that Satisfy isn't a simple game? Satisfy is already another reality. He is the best man in that reality."
Yerim knew it more accurately than Sehee. She had a more mature appearance than her age and proclaimed with a giggle, “I will surely have your brother."
Gulp.
The men starting around them were attracted to Yerim and lost their souls. There was the sound of gulping here and there. Several men who looked like gangsters were already approaching. Sehee glared at them and asserted to Yerim.
"You don't fit Oppa's taste."
"Huh?" Yerim's eyes widened. She looked at Sehee's sulky expression and laughed. "Sorry, sorry. Sehee, I forgot how much you love your brother. I'm sorry for making you jealous."
"I'm not just saying this. You really don't fit Oppa's taste."
"Ye~? What man would dislike me?"
Yerim was considered the best queen of South Korea's high school system along with Sehee, so her self-esteem was very high. Sehee explained the reason for her confident words.
"Oppa likes busty girls."
Yerim tilted her head to one side.
"Aren't I pretty big?"
"You need to at least have a D cup."
On the billboard, Youngwoo was saving Jishuka from Hurent. It was natural to save Yura because she was a Korean, but wasn't Jishuka a representative of another country? Why did he save her? Yerim confirmed Jishuka's large chest and pouted.
“Really, that's his taste?"
“He's a dog in rut."
Sehee was furious. She was annoyed to see that woman hanging onto her brother.
"I'm going."
In the end, Sehee turned away from the electronic billboard and moved towards the library. Yerim wanted to see more of the broadcast, but was forced to follow Sehee. Then she thought.
‘I'm not even 20 years old yet, so should I try for a D cup?'
She was seriously considering it.
***
Hurent gazed at Jishuka and Grid.
He took a health potion and an antidote before speaking.
“This isn't a common antidote… The poison arrows are quite awful."
He checked the scoreboard.
'Korea has 131 points, the US has 82 points, Brazil has 73 points, the United Kingdom has 60 points and Spain has 0.'
Now there were only five countries left. Spain was ruled out. The Spanish team's Med was on the verge of being logged out by Regas. Hurent understood the battlefield and sent a whisper to Lauel in the rear.
–Get out of battle and focus on handling the targets. We have given up on the gold medal, but we need to take the silver medal.
—Isn't the damage pretty big? Can you afford to go against Pagma’s Descendant in that state?
The seven golden blades were still moving by themselves and destroying the targets. Hurent confirmed the scene and smiled darkly.
–Why not?
Ttadak.
Hurent looked at Grid.
“Since the situation is like this, shall I enjoy it a little?"
It was an obvious provocation! The confident Grid wasn't going to fall for that provocation.
“Stop fooling around."
The 1st ranked Kraugel. The 2nd ranked Zibal. The 3rd ranked Chris. The 7th ranked Agnus. The 8th ranked Hurent. The 11th ranked Bondre. Finally, the 14th ranked Hao. Yura had called them the seven people stronger than her.
Grid distinctly remembered it. However, he wasn't nervous at all, despite Hurent being one of them. He was someone who raided the strongest boss monsters alone! He was confident that he could beat high rankers with his stats, skills and items.
"Jishuka, leave him to me and concentrate on the targets. Don't you want the silver medal?"
"Yes…! Thank you!"
Jishuka thanked Grid and disappeared into the forest with Samuel. Once Grid was alone with Hurent, he immediately unfolded his sword dance.
"Pagma's Swordsmanship!"
The moment Grid moved two steps.
Puok!
A 5m long red blade emerged from Hurent's fingertip and pierced Grid's chest.
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
'Eh?'
Hurent attacked with timing that couldn't be coped with, because Grid was busy with his sword dance. The damage was considerable.
'I suffered that much damage despite my legendary armor set?'
Or was it the default damage of aura? Grid was confused but his best skill was already being used.
"Kill!"
Kuooooh!
The giant blue greatsword filled with hatred roared as it headed for Hurent.
Kwarururung!
The trees in the area vibrated due to the overwhelming waves of energy coming from it. Grid had planned to blow Hurent away. However…
Hurent moved sideways at the correct timing and avoided Kill. Then he moved back to Grid and aimed his aura blades at the gap exposed by the greatsword swing.
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
'It's constant damage. Aura, does it ignore defense and deal a fixed damage?'
Grid frowned as he belatedly understood. The energy of Kill pierced empty air and faded. Hurent clicked his tongue. “In order to hit with a non-targeted skill, you first have to restrain your opponent's movements. If that isn't possible, you should predict their movements. Isn't that part of the basics?"
Grid took a potion to restore his health and asked, “Are you attempting to teach me right now?"
"Teach? Hahat! Nonsense. Is there any reason to do that type of favor for you? I'm simply disappointed. You have the strongest class and this is the extent of your skills~? Don't you have any combat experience?"
Grid snapped at him.
“Of course I have combat experience…! You can't imagine how many bosses I've raided alone so far!"
Hurent chuckled.
"Is your combat experience limited to boss raids? Kukuk, of course, bosses are strong. But don't they just fight with strength or with a fixed pattern? They don't fight cleverly. Yes, just like you. Can't you see that the difference in our combat experience is too big?"
"Talking nonsense just because you avoided my skill once."
The heated Grid moved his sword like butterflies dancing. This time, he was going to hit Hurent's cheeky face. But Pagma's Swordsmanship had a weakness. In order to activate the skill, the name must be said. This took a minimum of 0.8 to 2 seconds before the skill was activated.
Obviously, some people would feel that this was a short amount of time. In fact, none of the players, monsters and bosses Grid met had touched him during this time. But didn't Yura counter in 0.5 seconds when facing a Crusher? Furthermore, Hurent was much better than her.
Teook!
The moment that Grid took the first step of his sword dance.
Puuok!
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
[You have suffered 4,600 damage.]
Hurent hit Grid twice during that time. At the same time, he escaped to the rear, opening up a distance.
"Kuk!"
Grid checked the distance and decided it was impossible, cancelling his activation of Link.
'It stinks.'
He admitted that Hurent was strong. It was accepted compared to the bosses he had faced so far. The aura's fixed damage and ability to freely transform its shape was quite annoying, but the vulnerable part was that he couldn't use a skill.
Certainly, Grid had experience fighting. However, he perceived it after two skills became useless.
"Are you going to use a skill haphazardly again? Do you have no learning ability?"
Hurent sighed as if Grid was pathetic. In the end, Grid rushed to him.
"Okay! I can just swing my sword instead of using skills. Then will you be able to avoid it? Eh? Blacksmith’s Rage!"
Jjejeong!
The +9 Failure clashed with the aura blades.
'Strong.'
Hurent confirmed that his aura shook like a fire in front of wind and clicked his tongue. He tried to open a distance with Grid, but his basic movement speed wasn't enough.
Jjejeong! Jjang!
Grid persistently stuck to Hurent and swung his sword. Hurent barely managed to defend and confirmed that the cooldown of his Escape skill was over.
"Escape."
Peeng!
This close-range distance skill was something that all warrior classes possessed. Hurent managed to get 5m away from Grid and shifted some of his aura to his lower half.
[Attack power is reduced by 30%.]
[Movement speed has increased by 30%.]
'Faster?'
Grid was no longer able to narrow down the distance to Hurent, who was running away like a coward. In the end, he swapped out to the Ideal Dagger, used Quick Movements and shouted at Hurent.
"Let's finish this game."
Pepepepeok!
Hurent leaped towards where there were a lot of targets and released his aura all around him. There was an explosion and the US team's score quickly updated.
『 The United States has 109 points! Really amazing! After logging out the representatives from France, China and Japan, Hurent destroyed 16 targets in a single strike while running from Pagma's Descendant! 』
“What are you trying to do?"
Grid wanted to help Jishuka and Regas. He wanted their countries to win the silver and bronze medals. Therefore, he chased after Hurent to stop him. Thanks to his high persistence, Grid's stamina remained steady while Hurent gradually became exhausted.
'I thought he invested most of his stats into strength, then some into agility and stamina. But now I see that his stats are high overall. Indeed, a blacksmith can increase their stats dramatically through the production of items.'
Over time, Hurent could grasp more about Grid. But his breathing was becoming labored and he was slowing down.
'I almost caught up!'
Grid's eyes sparkled. This was the end. He would soon catch that annoying guy.
Grid was filled with pleasure, but there was a problem.
『 South Korean team-! 150 points! Victoryyy! 』
"What…?"
Grid noticed his mistake. He forgot about the presence of Yura and the pavranium. He didn't tell Yura that he wanted to beat the US team, and he didn't recall the target destruction order that he gave to the pavranium. Yura and the pavranium kept destroying the targets while he pursued Hurent, eventually leading to this.
“Bye-bye~?"
Hurent laughed, as he had predicted this situation from the beginning. Grid was forced to log out. It was a rule that the team who achieved the quota could no longer remain on the battlefield.
After that.
The United States were the next to reach 150 points after South Korea and achieved the silver medal. Britain and Brazil was left behind to compete for third place, and Britain eventually became the winner.
Jishuka's ability to destroy targets was much better than Natasha, but her partner was the problem. Samuel was too lacking and couldn't protect Jishuka from Regas. In the end, hundreds of thousands of spectators watched as the Korean, United States, and United Kingdom team got on the podium.
"It was enjoyable, newbie."
"Dammit…!"
A funny scene was produced. Grid won the gold medal and was scowling from the top of the podium, while Hurent received the silver medal next to him and was laughing loudly. Looking at the atmosphere of the two men, it was like the US had won.
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