An enraged dragon was powerful.
âDammit, hyung!â
âShut up! I need to concentrate!â
It was strong enough to test the brotherly bond between the Shadow Brothers. Edvar and Vincent were covered in sweat as they dodged each black spear that came every second.
âDammitâŚDo dragons have unlimited magic?â
âThis is too much.â
Every time they dodged an attack, they would instinctively look up at the sky. But the number of floating spears wasnât decreasing at all.
Woooooshhh!
Every time a spear was thrown, a new one formed in its place. It was suffocating to watch the enormous wall of black spears approaching them.
âWhen will this fucking attack end?â
âWill it ever end?â
A person could properly run to the end if they saw a finish line, but the Shadow Brothers ran in circles with no end in sight. All they could do was waste their stamina.
âIf our attacks could reach it, we could at least fight it out properlyâŚâ
âThose fucking scales. We canât even make a dent on them because theyâre so hard.â
They ran into a dead end. Just as they started preparing themselves for death⌠all the color drained from their faces.
ââŚ..!â
ââŚ..!
A fearsome storm was approaching from behind. It made their hairs stand on end.
âFrom the back! Youâre telling me thereâs a new attack pattern?â
âShit, is this where we dieâŚ?â
Just as they started to accept their fateâŚ
Whoosh!
An arrow carried by the fierce winds pierced through the Nameless Dragonâs eye.
â!!!â
It opened its jaws wide, its painful shriek shaking the air around it.
Wooshhh!
The dragonâs blood spurted like a fountain, raining on the brothers and the earth. They looked at each other, slack-jawed.
âWas thatâŚâ
âSeo Jun-Ho?â
The Shadow Brothers quickly identified the shooter at the same time that Seo Jun-Hoâs support arrived. The Shadow Brothers also realized why Seo Jun-Ho was doing this.
âWell, itâll just be harder for him if we die.â
âItâs impossible for him to kill it alone.â
Whatever would happen after, the three of them had to work together to fight the Nameless Dragon. They would probably become enemies again after the battle was over, but if they wanted to live, they had to cooperate for now. A new hope burned in the Shadow Brothersâ resigned eyes. They had already given up, but now, they had something to cling to.
âLetâs fall back when the opportunity arises.â
âOf course. Since heâs attacking from that direction, itâs obvious where the Nameless Dragon will turn to.â
They finished their calculations and started to dodge the black spears that were falling again.
***
âI feel sorry for themâŚ..â Seo Jun-Ho muttered dryly, lowering his bow. After he shot the arrow, the Shadow Brothers became lively once again. He had given them hope. And it wasnât hard to guess what exactly they were hoping for.
âTheyâre probably waiting for the Nameless Dragonâs aggro to turn to me.â
But that would never happen.
âLook at those hopeful faces, tsk. The lovely rose-colored image youâre seeing⌠itâs a mirage, not an oasis.â In Seo Jun-Hoâs point of view, there was no need for him to draw the dragonâs aggro onto himself as he attacked. From the start, the Shadow Brothers had made the wrong assumption. Unlike what they were thinking, Seo Jun-Ho was confident that he could defeat the Nameless Dragon on his own.
Still, pulling the Shadow Brothers in made it easier.
âThereâs no need to make it harder than it has to be.â
Seo Jun-Ho raised the Tempest Butterfly again. He was aiming at neither the Nameless Dragon nor the Shadow Brothers, but at the grey sky.
âThe scales really are tough. Most attacks wonât break them. Even powerful attacks would only be able to damage the eye. But if I make a big blowâŚâ
The Nameless Dragon would change its target. An enemy that could threaten its life was more worth fighting than ants who wouldnât even dare to attack.
âSo I have to finish everything in this next attack.â It would be better to finish this sooner or later.
âA delayed attack.â
Pouring multiple hits into one attack so that it wouldnât be able to react. It was one of the merits of ranged weapons, unlike melee weapons.
Puuuulll
Seo Jun-Ho aimed the bow at the sky and poured all his focus into his sight. He blocked out all the sounds around him, forcing himself into a trance. It was as if he was the only person left in the world. As the solitude feeling started to wrap around him, he started to make the necessary calculations.
âDamage area confirmed. Arrow trajectory confirmed. Iâll attack at 0.5-second intervals.â
He finished fine-tuning and glanced up at his hair blowing in the wind. âWind speed and wind directionâŚ..Thereâs no need to calculate those.â He stared at the bow as he muttered to himself.
The Tempest Butterfly was only a rare-grade weapon, and there were many bows that were higher in grade than it. But there was a simple reason as to why it had become a national treasure.
âThe ability to create a storm.â
Every arrow that was shot from the Tempest Butterfly carried a storm with it. When they were released, they would create a strong air pressure that would rip through all the winds it met.
âThatâs why the wind speed and direction donât matter.â
The wind was an age-old enemy for all archers. But once the Tempest Butterfly came into play, its effects on archers disappeared like a ghost.
âAnd thatâs why it became a national treasure.â
It was also why the fiend Kal Signer was so interested in the rare-grade bow, Tempest Butterfly.
Puuulll
Seo Jun-Ho pulled the bowstring as far as it would go, but absurdly enough, there was nothing nocked on its strings.
âThe Nameless Dragon is a lot bigger than I originally thought, so an arrow wonât work.â
He started to gather his magic, creating an arrow made of darkness on the bow.
Actually, it was too big to be called an arrow.
âDark spear.â It was a two-meter-long spear with a pointy tip. He didnât summon it for show. đď˝đď˝đ.đ
âDarkness is a power that corrupts everything.â
A weapon made of darkness would even ignore the effects of defensive magic. That was why people called it Specterâs strongest spear in the past.
Woooooshhhh!
Seo Jun-Ho let go of the bowstring without a second thought. A powerful rush of wind pressure struck him, but he didnât stumble as he repeated the motion.
Wooosh! Woooooosh! Wooosh!
By the time he shot twenty projectiles, only seven seconds had passed. Each spear had its own trajectory as it shot into the sky.
âTheyâre all going in the right direction.â
A skilled archer knew the outcome as soon as they let go of the bowstring. Having perfectly launched his attack, he remembered his next goal.
âI should get going.â
The hunt had finished with this. Now it was time to catch the hunting dogs.
***
âSeo Jun-Ho, that fuckerâŚâ
âWhy isnât he attacking?â
The Shadow Brothers were starting to panic. After shooting an arrow into the Nameless Dragonâs eye, Seo Jun-Ho stopped attacking.
As they started to wonder what was wrong, a voice came from behind them.
âWhy are you playing some barrage game instead of hunting as I told you to?â
It was a voice that shouldnât be here at this moment. The brothers yelped as they whipped around.
âYou crazyâŚ..Why are you here?!â
âWerenât you supporting us from the back?â
âI did.â Seo Jun-Ho looked up at the sky and jutted his chin. Naturally, they followed his line of sight.
Twenty stars were falling.
ââŚStars? No, wait, theyâre spears. Black spears! Is it the Nameless Dragonâs attack?â
âNo, thoseâŚ..Those are a little different from the dragonâs spears.â
For the first time since the battle started, the spears fell on the Nameless Dragon instead of the Shadow Brothers.
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The Nameless Dragon turned at the sound of rushing wind that even the Shadow Brothers could hear from their location.
Stab!
A black spear pierced through the Nameless Dragonâs body. It didnât even have time to scream as the spears kept coming. They penetrated through all 15 meters of its body from head to tail, pinning it to the ground.
Kiaaaaaaaaahhh!
It let out a cry so loud that nearby rocks went flying. It thrashed its body in pain, but the spears kept it pinned to the ground and didnât let it move. As the Shadow Brothers looked upon the dragon writhing like a bug, they started to tremble.
âHe defeated the Nameless Dragon so easily? How?! It was so strong!â
âWith such a powerful delayed attack? Wasnât his main weapon a sword?â
Seo Jun-Hoâs weaponry skills were good enough to make them go pale, and they could see that the spears were also filled with a mysterious power. They quickly realized the situation they were in and waved a white flag.
âHey, since we fought together, how about we talk it out?â
âYou know that weâre just small fries. Spare us and weâll tell you our meeting point.â It was a pretty good trade and would let Seo Jun-Ho catch bigger fish.
But the look in Seo Jun-hoâs eyes didnât change. âNo. I have no thoughts of letting you go. Fuck off.â He knew that if he let them go, things would only get more difficult for him in the future.
âEven if they try to escape, the Fiend Association wonât just stand idle.â
They would either use telepath or torture to make the brothers spit out everything that had happened in the Gate.
âAnd then the Fiend Association would start to suspect the origin of my powers.â
Killing them would be the most efficient option. Thus, Seo Jun-Ho unsheathed his sword.
âYou think weâll go down without a fight?!â Vincent cursed as he realized that Seo Jun-Ho wasnât up for peace talks.
Stab!
There was a familiar sound.
âHuh? This soundâŚâ
It was a sound that he heard often. His favorite sound of a heart being stabbed.
But this time, it was exceptionally loud. As if it was coming from inside his body instead of out.
ââŚAh?â Before he knew it, he was on his knees, vomiting blood. He felt excruciating pain in his chest.
A sharp sword was sticking out through his front side.
âWhen didâŚhe?â
He couldnât process what just happened.
âVINCENT! Seo Jun-Ho, you bastard!â Edvarâs enraged shout rang in his ears. Vincent barely managed to turn his head as life started to fade from his eyes.
The last thing he saw before he died was Edvarâs head getting cut off by Seo Jun-Hoâs sword.
Vincent chuckled as the blood dripped from his lips.
âWhat kindâŚof bullshitâŚâ
The fiend Vincent died comfortably and cleanly.
ââŚAm I getting softer? I sent them off too easily.â
Seo Jun-Ho shook the blood off his sword and looked down coldly at the two corpses before him. Killing people always made him feel icky, but if they were fiends, there was no reason for him to feel that way.
They had probably already taken hundreds of lives themselves, and that number would only multiply if he let them live.
âIf thereâs an afterlife for the lot of you, you should spend the whole time repenting.â
Kyaooooo!
Seo Jun-Ho slowly walked over to the Nameless Dragon as it thrashed. The overwhelming pain wouldnât let it gather its magic, even if it was a dragon. In other words, it was defenseless.
As he got closer, its bright red eye stared into him. Seo Jun-Ho didnât know why, but he felt like it was full of sadness.
âWhatâs with that look?â Seo Jun-Ho started to feel uneasy, but he still raised his sword.
Ooong!
A black sword aura covered the blade. If the Three Reapers of Gangnam saw this, they would have spat out the orange juice they were drinking.
âGoodbye.â
Seo Jun-Ho got on top of its body and stabbed his sword through its reverse scale. The Nameless Dragon convulsed, and then went still.
[You have cleared the Island of the Forgotten Dragon.]
[You have received Dragon Bones (20kg) as a reward.]
[You have leveled up.]
[You have leveled up.]
[You have leveled up.]
âŚ..
[All stats increased by 5.]
[You have regained 2 magic stats.]
[You have regained 2 stamina stats.]
[You have regained 2 strength stats.]
[The Gate will automatically disappear in 1 hour.]
His level had increased by five as a reward for clearing the Gate, but his level went up six times overall.
âHunting other Players gives you EXP too. This is why fiends love PKâ
Seo Jun-Ho scanned the island before he moved toward the Shadow Brothers. The surroundings were awfully quiet.
âI can finally test this out.â The C-grade skill he received for killing the Tricker at the Curse of Dawn: Confession of the Dead. It was a peculiar skill that let him read the memories of the dead.
[You have recalled the memories of âVincentâ.]
[The confession of the dead has begun.]
A window labeled âMemory Projectionâ appeared.
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