Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Episode 419 So (2)

“No no no really?! “You really said that?!”

“Uh oh. “Is there any problem?”

“No, there is no problem. Oh, isn’t it? Is this a problem? Anyway, it’s not something you can solve… haha. “Heh, you cast a shadow over me.”

However, no matter how close you are, tracking real-time coordinates is a bit of a big problem.

I kept my head down, trying to understand the Deathbringer’s back and forth thoughts. Deathbringer is so busy holding his head that he doesn’t even notice my retort.

“It’s a technology that can determine the location of an opponent even if he or she is in another city… It’s amazing.”

However, Crusher, who was listening quietly next to me, had a slightly different opinion or perspective than me. “It will be convenient when hunting.” Considering her occupation, it wasn’t a very strange remark, but it sent a chill down my spine.

What exactly is that hunt aimed at? It was a question I didn’t really want to know.

“Okay.”

“So… you’re not going to read the letter?”

“Oh, I should read it.”

Anyway, Deathbringer was so surprised that he touched the letter that he had put aside. Although the envelope looked quite expensive, an unstoppable hand violently tore the entrance open.

“Is it okay to just tear it up like that…?”

“I’m going to burn it anyway.”

The other side is so worried about you that they even come to visit you—even though the means are very unhealthy—is that still okay?

While I was confused for a moment, Deathbringer read the letter. The crumpled paper was not that big, so my gaze, which moved slightly, soon reached the bottom.

“what the.”

Eat. A laugh came out of Deathbringer’s mouth as he read the last line. It was a half-conscious reaction.

“It wasn’t much.”

“okay?”

“yes. “I was just saying hello.”

“is it.”

He approached Baramson under the pretext of asking for an escort, paid an additional fee to hear his story, and even tried to come to see him in person this time, but he only wrote a letter saying hello?

I felt a bit of doubt about that fact and at the same time convinced that it must have been so if Dev had done it. The moment I agreed, I felt a feeling of admiration for Skyla. If it were me, I would have written my greetings on 15 pages instead of just one.

“If it’s okay with you, can you burn this for me?…”

“Of course.”

I held fire in my hand, being careful not to accidentally look inside the letter. The letter burned up in an instant, erasing its existence.

“I’ve been curious about this since yesterday.”

However, Crusher, who was watching this phenomenon, indifferently opened his mouth. The horns, which were slightly curved but still nearly straight, swayed along with the nods.

“A wizard or a swordsman?”

“…Are you asking me a question?”

“okay.”

It’s hard to see Ratel because he’s covered in a cloak, but there’s no way he couldn’t see this, so why are you asking that question? Oh, maybe because of starting a fire?

“I’m a prosecutor.”

“Then how do you do that?”

I guess this is the cause. I nodded, sparks burning in my fingertips. Is this right? It was a final check just in case.

“Yeah, that one.”

“The trick is… it would be like condensing magical energy into small pieces and then colliding with each other to create sparks.”

“…agglomeration?”

“okay.”

I stretched my left hand forward and gathered my magic power so that it was visible. Two clumps of magic that had been concentrated enough to be seen were created and collided with each other. Sparks flew out.

“If you do this repeatedly, the fire will grow like this.”

A spark usually dies down in an instant. I continued to collide the two magic bundles so fast that they were invisible to the eye. The embers continued to sublimate into a large flame.

“For your information, splitting it into several pieces and hitting them together rather than combining them into two large pieces yields higher efficiency compared to the same amount—”

“Are you crazy?”

“…I just answered a question, do I even need to hear that?”

“No, it doesn’t make sense to condense magic power to the point where it can be seen. “He said he wasn’t a wizard.”

Crusher glared at me, towering over a head taller. Her eyes seem to have become brighter red, perhaps due to the blood rushing to her head.

“For easy explanation, we just aggregated it to a visible size and normally the particles don’t grow that much.”

“…That’s even more disgusting. “Are you saying you are controlling all magical power?”

“…What are the things I am aware of?”

“Crazy guy.”

The expressionless face pointed at me with a nuance that was neither positive nor negative. I had nothing to say.

I’ve heard that it’s difficult for non-mages to express their magical power externally… but isn’t it still possible to manipulate things inside the body? And in order to operate, cognition must be the basis? But isn’t that what it is?

“Okay, since it’s at this level, it would be better to catch the devil than the great devil.”

Look, I was criticized before I was convinced. I know that the curse wasn’t really meant to be a criticism, but rather a remark closer to admiration, but still.

“So what about the other two?”

“It’s coming out now.”

I took a half step back, as if standing slightly out of the way. Then, the images of those who joined late were reflected. There was no need to rush, so they came out relatively slowly.

“There are a lot of them.”

“Not everyone will have it.”

Crusher shrugged his shoulders as if he understood what I said.

“So, that platinum-blonde guy and the green guy are going?”

“okay.”

How do you get it right?

I was a little impressed to see someone who could immediately choose the correct answer between Archmage and Berserk Commandment Daniel. Deathbringer wasn’t in your mind from the beginning. That awkward laugh was a bonus.

“I don’t think it’s bad…”

“For your information, the commandment… The blue side has a deep knowledge of magic and even has magic they can handle themselves. On the other hand, Berserk’s martial arts are so advanced that they can use all weapons.”

“Anyone can speak eloquently. Well, it looks like they can still say at least…”

Crusher thought for a bit and stepped forward.

“Shall we give it a try?”

“hmm?”

“…It’s vulgar.”

“I roughly listened to what the warrior said. “I think you all know how important your role is.”

It seemed like he was concentrating on this conversation, but was he actually listening to the other side as well? I backed off a little further, admiring her multitasking ability to handle both sides of the conversation at once.

The Deathbringer was quietly next to me.

“I still don’t know how strong people think… Do they just fight all of a sudden?”

“There’s nothing better than testing your skills.”

I answered, looking at my face full of boredom. Of course, I did not completely understand their belligerence. It’s not that I can’t have fun in sparring, but it’s still a bit complicated.

“So let’s have a fight. “They have to check our skills anyway, right?”

Meanwhile, Crusher showed his aggressiveness by clashing his right palm and left fist.

Berserk’s arms, which had been crossed while standing still, slowly relaxed.

“I don’t refuse a fight.”

It’s a fight between Berserk, who is over 2m tall, and Crusher, who is barely over 1.5m tall. Regardless of skill level, isn’t the difference in weight class too severe? I thought of such useless thoughts for a moment. You’ll figure it out. It seemed like it was none of my business.

“Then, should I just have a fight with this person?”

Meanwhile, Hawkeye pointed to the commandments with a bright expression. Gye-myung’s forehead, which was pointed out, frowned for a moment, then relaxed again.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s okay. “We also want to know if we can risk our lives for you.”

The Inquisitor hesitated and asked a question that bordered on mediation, but Crusher cheerfully refused. Her eyes were almost focused on Berserk, but looking at her like that, it’s hard to tell if it’s really for that reason or because she just wants to fight.

“If you do that, you two….”

“You should have already told me. “I don’t refuse a fight.”

“I hate rash people, but there is no reason not to deal with them if necessary.”

Anyway, even the two people who requested a fight agreed. We got settled in.

“Maybe it’s refreshing because they’re warriors.”

In the process, the Archmage, who stood as a referee, said something. However, I don’t know why her words, ‘refreshing’ sound replaced with ‘ignorant’ to my ears.

I consoled my aching stomach and stood at a distance next to her.

“The training center is spacious.”

“It has to be because it is a space used to practice magic.”

“Well, I was lucky enough to get to see something good.

For your information, originally, those two and other Wind Hands would not be able to enter this area… but due to the special situation of testing qualifications to enter the demon area, permission was denied.

The three of them, including Isarncol, who followed them when bringing Deathbringer and Baramson snacks, made up their minds and spread out their seats to prepare for the viewing. Daniel found it a little uncomfortable, but in the end, he lost to Isarncol’s bright eyes.

“Then the first one is….”

“The warm-up is over, so let’s go first, the two of us.”

On the other hand, the fighters standing opposite us decided their turns. It didn’t take long. With just one declaration, those who decided the order without complaint walked forward. It was Berserk and Crusher.

“What are the rules?”

“I only rule out one-hit kills.”

Berserk pointed with his chin at the Inquisitor who was standing next to the Archmage.

“As long as it’s there, any wound can be treated.”

“That’s convenient. good. “Let’s do that.”

Are you both really planning on fighting in earnest? I clicked my tongue at the rule that allowed everything except for weeds.

Tap tap. The person who raised the heat by floating his body like a boxer taking steps slowly extended his fist forward. The fist facing forward with the elbow slightly bent seems as if it will aim at the opponent at any time.

“The honor I carry is Berserk, a man who proves his bravery with blood.”

“hmm?”

“And the Weapon Master, the one who can turn everything into a weapon.”

However, when the introduction that I heard once and the introduction that I had not heard flowed into my ears, Crusher’s expression became ambiguous.

“I don’t really have a grand introduction…”

She sighed while brushing her long hair.

“He is called the Crusher because he is said to break the devil’s ribs with his fists and crush its skull with his legs. “Please take care of me.”

“This way too.”

And the moment their greetings were over, the Archmage, who had noticed them, blew his whistle as hard as he could. Beep! The images of the two people on the compacted ground disappeared in an instant.

“What’s gone?”

“We’re clashing!”

Quang!

As soon as I finished speaking, there was an explosion of alcohol and a cloud of dust in the middle of the sparring hall. The collision was so strong that our hair in the outskirts moved back slightly.

“What is it?”

“You two are fighting.”

If I were to compare it to a game system, I expected this to happen since they are both close dealer types who only use the Himmin technique… but it’s more dynamic and passionate than I expected.

I was amazed to see the fighting between hands and feet in a cloud of dust. Although it was full of techniques that I couldn’t imagine, it was so full that I couldn’t help it.

Even if you can’t apply it right away, there are many things that are good to keep in mind. My mind started to drift towards that.

“I’m doing something!”

“That’s it.”

Crusher takes advantage of the fact that his physique is far behind to aim for a blind spot, while Berserk is careful not to interfere with such intentions and uses his body itself as a weapon to push forward.

For example, Crusher had reached the limit of its mobility, and Berserk was waiting for a heavy blow.

Therefore, the hand mixing during the process was similar to but slightly different from martial arts such as boxing, martial arts, and taekwondo. The technology itself may be similar, but it is much more concise and has more omissions.

For example, Crusher stepped on Berserk’s thigh and tried to hit her in the chin with his knee, but as soon as he noticed her hand approaching, he changed his stance to jump with his hand on Berserk’s shoulder.

Thump thud.

However, even while floating in the air, they separated their hands and feet. Perhaps because of the limitation of not killing the opponent with a single blow, there were more techniques for catching the opponent rather than techniques for striking the opponent directly. Well, even that didn’t mean much because we just kicked each other out of the way.

widely.

Crusher’s body, which had been floating in the air, hit the ground and jumped forward again. And Berserk’s hand became entangled with Crusher’s.

Whick!

However, Crusher took advantage of it. As soon as their hands became entangled, he pulled Berserk’s arm towards his side, breaking its balance.

Of course, there are two more reasons why this could be possible. Firstly, the strength of Berserk and Crusher are comparable. The second is that Berserk was leaning forward to grab the small crusher.

“…!”

As a result, the moment Berserk’s body tilted forward and he was forced to extend one foot forward.

Pow!

Crusher’s fist dug in and hit Berserk’s solar plexus hard. Pow! A blow so powerful that it engraves waves in the air. Berserk’s body folded slightly and flew backwards. Although she stuck her foot on the ground and held on, the first valid time was clear.

“I definitely don’t like bare hands.”

If you admit defeat after getting hit one by one, is that Berserk? Her hand touched the ax hanging from her belt.

bang!

The person who blocked Crusher’s kick, which came quickly, with his overlapping arms, swung the ax he had drawn. Hwiik. Crusher’s body somersaulted back to avoid the swinging axe.

“Is this the main episode now?”

“well. “Why don’t you check it out for yourself?”

A fleeting breath. As soon as it ended, the two people’s bodies came together again.