Life Reversal with Item Copy

A misangle. It was covered in thick flesh and leather, but it was still squeaking with bones. It maintains the fossil shape of the dinosaurs on display in the museum.

Kick-kick.

His mouth was opened, and a borate solution flowed like a waterfall, and wetted the earth.

Chii Profit ―

The liquid, which melts like grass and stone, spreads quickly and turns the surrounding area into a swamp.

The energy didn't stop making swamps. The energy of Borat, which had risen from the earth, had seeped into the carcasses of the one who had fallen, and the carcasses began to rise one by one.

“What a monster! ”

Mahal warriors stare at them with a frightened expression.

Their common sense was that the beast that died could not be brought to life. Certainly, the batons that have just been killed by their own hands are raising their bodies.

One of the trapezoids rushed towards the warrior who was hardened by the terror.

“ ……! ”

When the flawless Mahal warrior tried to pull himself out.

Shh! Shh!

A sack of knives from somewhere flies into his head. A knife that was wrapped around a bright magenta fire.

Bloop.

The energy burns the head of a dead ringleader.

Mahal warrior looking at the direction the knife flew.

There, he encountered a traveller who was struggling with a five-horned monster with only bones left.

The gaze immediately fell. It was because the Dojoon turned his head and focused on the monster in front of his eyes, confirming that the knife was as good as it was intended.

However, in that brief encounter, the warrior felt an unbearable shame.

‘I can't believe you get help from a single person because of your fight. ’

Building a stage was sacred to the Mahal, a testament to faith. It was an act to become stronger, to get closer to God.

However, his immaturity prevented him from focusing on his own fight.

It was an intolerable shame for Mahal warriors.

“Ouch!”

The warrior shouts. Then I jumped back and forth between warriors of the tribe who had already entered the battle and the resurrected Aphrodites.

Phew!

His large axe slashes the head of the anglehead. Even though his head fell, his forefoot was shattered towards him, but it didn't matter.

Once again, I swing the axe and blow his torso away with my front foot.

Meanwhile.

‘There's no problem there. ’

After examining the brawl between Mahal and the Blade Antelope, Dojun quickly decided. You don't have to worry about that anymore.

A warrior who fires veteran class A hunters. These strong people, such as strength and skill alone, will not be pushed into class S.

I was eager to shout out the most worried Shredder's union. There are others next to you, so you don't have to worry too much.

Then yourself.

Ugh!

We just need to focus on this guy.

I twisted my flying forefoot and avoided it. A vicious forefoot with a purple venom on the floor. A few drops of poison splashed and buried him, but it was fine.

Bloop!

I was able to burn them all just by giving them a little energy.

Bite, squeeze, scatter. Charge.

Even though the attack on Idan is failing in a row, he keeps running. Bloody hell. His only instinct was as an undead who cursed animals and all living things.

Toon!

At that time, a small piece of clumps came flying to the doughnut with a strange sound.

What is that? A doubtful doubloon for a moment, but within a few moments, he wields his spear and exudes a deepening magic trunk.

Bloop!

An instantaneous bony clump wrapped in fire. Soon Pupperfung! A piece bursts like a grenade inside with a sound.

However, it is unlikely that small pieces of wood will be able to penetrate the immortality of the source.

‘Whoo.’

Dojun was slightly relieved that he had prevented a difficult attack beforehand. I wouldn't have been able to penetrate the barrel of gold if it had exploded in the distance anyway, but I would have been shocked.

The moment I let go of my mind for a moment.

Kwaek!

Pierced through the flames that covered his vision, something huge fell on his head like a whip.

It was his tail.

Grrrrr..

The amount of destruction that Crater will have on the ground. The five horned monsters grumble satisfactorily as they see the results.

This would have killed the scorpion. He was a nuisance. Unlike the other brown bugs, I'm trying to confront a subject that doesn't even have her powers.

A five-horned monster that recovers its tail with a full expression. Soon, however, he trembled at the feeling of satiety felt in his body.

It was strangely light. The lower body was light enough to lose balance and shake.

Above all, his lower body was already in the back and the tail stuck in the crater remained intact.

The moment I realized it was because my tail was cut off.

Spatula.

Khung ―!

My body hesitated forward. His front leg was cut off.

The unsub couldn't find it from afar either. A spear encased in deepening magic power, which cut off his front foot by drawing a clear trajectory.

Clearly, he was a bug who thought he was clumped.

Kwung!

Dojun didn't stop at it. I cut off both his left forefoot and his hind legs. Then I shattered my cut legs so that I couldn't get back together.

There are two main ways to get rid of Divine Power and catch the Undead: If he's got a nuke like Richie, remove it. If you don't have the nucleus, like a skeleton or a grill, smash the whole body to pieces.

‘First of all, I don't see any nuclei. ’

I was about to try the latter method. If I made it out of powder and kept playing it, it would make it a little tricky to hide the nucleus somewhere.

Groro!

The one who lost all your legs wandered over the Borat Swamp. I didn't spit on the cut legs to regenerate.

It looks like an undead of the nuclear-free type. I heard the spear thinking Dojun was lucky. All I had left was to chop his bones off.

But then.

Papapod!

The voracious energy that surrounded him once again clumps into him. The energy of climbing on a bone gathered in the center of his chest and hardened like a jewel.

I began to protect the jewelry that was made like that, surrounded by a net of fine bones.

"Was there a nuke? ’

Dojun looks suspicious.

I thought there was nothing wrong with it, but it wasn't weird. One strange thing. Why do you have to put the nucleus back in time now?

Nuclear is the greatest weakness, not to mention the greatest weakness. I had no reason to put it back in my body. Just as one of the senior undead, Richie, hides his life vessels elsewhere.

But something strange happened.

Ssssss ―

The energy emanating from his heart spins and makes a gate in the air.

Undead monsters poured out of that gate. Including skeletons, low-level grills, ogre zombies, undead, etc.

Dojun's expression has hardened.

He had seen scenes like this before. In Siwelyn's memory, the Legion of Immortals who constantly attacked her temple.

The legion used to build gates like this to spill undead monsters.

‘There seems to be far fewer troops than that. ’

It means less than then. There was enough. The knights in black armor looked far beyond 100.

“Argh. What kind of monsters are they? ”

“Fouad. Jamel. ”

Mahal warriors gathered around Dojun. I have dealt with all the Blade Antelopes and joined them.

“Be careful. It'll count a lot more than the Blade Antelopes just now. ”

“I see it. ”

“Don't worry, uncle! ”

Mahal warriors who fix their weapons and stare at them with eager eyes.

Their bodies felt a similar energy to that of Siwelyn, similar to those of the temple.

And before your eyes, the forces of immortality.

It was small, but it was a sight reminiscent of the battlefield at the time.

Although it ended in tragedy then, it was different now.

“Maybe if we catch him, we'll all be gone. I'll take the lead, so follow me. ”

“Got it.”

Because I was confident now.

“Ouch!”

With the Mahals screaming, Dojun rushes from the vanguard towards the Undead army.

Puck, puck, puck!

Dojun runs and pulls out all the undead's head with a spear. I'm not going to die just because I'm undead, but I was fine.

“Hmph!”

The Mahals that followed were finishing properly with sacred weapons.

Khh!

Cheer up!

Needless to say, even the senior undead, Dessneite, was not an opponent.

I had to. Even a senior undead is a monster, not a boss. I couldn't stop Dojun and Mahal's feet.

‘This man..... ’

Fouad, right behind the Dojun, watches the Dojun act.

I knew that he was definitely a strong man. That's what Jamel said, and I've just seen the fight.

However, when I only heard words or saw from a distance, and when I saw right behind me like this, it was too different from the base of the breeze.

A dojo that swings a trapezoidal window. The road is pierced by him They followed that path and all they had to do was confirm.

It was a new experience for the Mahal people who value their training.

It wasn't so bad though.

It feels like everyone here is training in one body.

It was he who stood at the forefront and made the flow.

“Arrived!”

With a big cry, the group arrives at the five horned monsters. It took less than a week to get here.

“Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ”

A monster whose legs are cut off and unable to move. He opens his agave and starts gathering Borat Energy again.

What are you going to do this time? Fouad opened his mouth with his eyes closed. To order the warriors of the tribe to punish him.

But first.

Kwaang!

Dojun's new brother, who was in the lead, was shot.

“Who let you prepare? ”

A cold-faced doubloon shoves a spear in his arm.

Caddy, Caddy!

Forced to break the bones of the jaw and neck, the spear came in and reached the Borat jewel.

Thin bones wrapped around jewels like a net. It was trying its best to stop Dojun's spear.

Kwajik!

Even his bones are smashed, and Dojun's spear is shamelessly embedded in the jewel.

The jewel cracks, and it starts to collapse. At the same time, his body also became dust and collapsed.

Powder with a stack of Su Soo Books on the floor. There was something shining in the wreckage. That too.

‘Two! ’

Dojun shines his eyes and sweeps both of them into the inventory.

At the same time, the Mahal were separated, so he didn't know that Dojun bowed down to pick up something. I think it's best to double-check his corpse.

“Grrr..... ”

Then I heard a sound from the back. Turning back, the Undead Legion, including Desknights, is still under construction. Even though the five horned monsters that summoned them are already dead.

‘The gate is... closed. ’

Fortunately, it did not remain as far as the gate. I don't think he summoned them himself, but he just opened the door. It looks like there are still undead left.

Of course I wasn't very worried.

“Ooooh!”

“Hhhhhhhhh!”

The Mahal remained equal.

* * *

“It's over!”

“I won!"

The battle is over. All the undead that came out through the door are ashes away.

The warriors of Mahal rejoiced. Some sat down and rested, and some rested on the battle they had just fought with. Even those with swords on either side of them.

When everyone feels that way.

“ ……. ”

Jamel is alone, looking at the trail of monsters killed by Dojun.

― No! How can I just run away from my father?

What he's been thinking about is 50 years ago. It was my father's job to cut his throat before anyone else, but not to kill him.

― I'm not saying run away. You haven't polished and polished yet. I am still young to return to the arms of God. So.....

Jamel looks down at his hand. A blacksmith's work, and yet his own training never stopped. It was a stubborn hand with wounds and burns.

And thanks to my old age, I've also been wrinkled.

“I'm older than my father. ”

Jamel smiled at me.

Only at this age did I avenge my father.

Although he did nothing, he was satisfied enough that he almost killed the traveler himself. Just the fact that I saw his death.

Tuck, tuck.

Fouad knocked on his shoulder one day as he was approaching.

His expression was not very different from that of Jamel. It's been decades since I looked back at the past.

It was a thing of the past, but there was no light in them that I had hoped for.

* * *

I returned to town.

That evening, another festival took place. I have just traveled a long way, so I am tired, but there is no such thing as it for the Mahal.

The scene of a buzzing festival. However, before attending, Dojun had something to do.

‘Inventory.'

It was to check the loot.

Two items that fell on his powder. Dojun took it all out.

The first thing I checked was a Borat stone. Like the nucleus in his chest, it looked like a shredded piece.

I checked the info window.

?????

My name didn't pop up. It's just marked with a question mark. It also did not contain any information such as item effects.

‘This is..... ’

Dojun's expression hardened. In the meantime??? ’It was the only thing in Siwelyn's maze that I saw. Similar to then in this maze‘??? I think I just got an item that says,

He grasps the fragment tightly and tries to copy it.

However, this is not the case.

[You can't copy that item yet.]

It was just the first message I saw.

The copy skill does not copy the ability of an item without an info window. In other words, it is not unusual to have objects that cannot be copied.

But it was the first time that this message was sent. If the original target could not be copied, there was no other message coming up.

Besides that.

"Not yet," you say? ’

I still have a strange word. Does that mean you'll be able to copy it someday? For example, over time, hidden conditions are filled, or…….

‘Is your copying skills growing? ’

Dojun swallowed the saliva.

Copy skill is not a skill with a level. It's not a growing skill. So I've never thought about it this way that copying skills are growing.

‘Do you..... ’

In my head trying to get complicated.

Within hours, Dojun shook his head and emptied his head. Now that I think about it, it was something I didn't know.

Rather, now was the time to check one other item as well.

And that item has just been ‘??' ’Rather than an item.

Skill Stone

It excited the doughnut much more simply.

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