Survival Story Of A Sword King In A Fantasy World

The world has changed.

People didn't do any more work. I didn't have to.

I didn't starve to work.

When I prayed, something to eat came down. The blood and flesh of the dog were perfect in itself, so I didn't even have to cook.

I didn't tremble in the cold and heat without having to do my job.

The world of Ompalos was neither summer nor winter. It was just the warm sunshine and the breezy spring continued.

I could be happy without having to work.

Drinking water gave me pure pleasure. It was an intuitive and direct pleasure.

Joy in building a home, love with lovers, a sense of accomplishment in achieving goals.

It was nothing compared to that.

Definitely.

The world was slowly dying.

Drac Plata, a small town in the eastern part of Latna.

The abandoned slum in the city gathers uprooted nomads.

Despite the changes in the world, they were finally refusing to serve their drink.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

Slums were screaming everywhere.

Drek Plata's aliens were killing the goddesses who lived in hiding.

Seeing the blood of nomads, the strangers giggle.

“Oh, the real world is better. ”

“The hunter came into the hunting grounds on his own. ”

If you enter the city of the Ompalese congregation, the heretics know that you will die.

Nevertheless, I had no choice but to enter the city.

The exotic creatures rather avoid those who received the phosphorus of Omphalos. If there are any among the congregations of Marcin, at least the aggression of the monsters can be avoided.

Is that it?

I could sleep in a shabby house by picking an abandoned house, and I could also get the blood of a dog and the debris of flesh left by the congregation of Marchin. It was horrible for those who did not receive phosphorus, but they were still able to fill their bellies.

Above all, being hunted by humans, rather than being hunted by exotic creatures, had a slightly higher survival rate.

Of course, what is the meaning of survival rate in the yard where a knife is stabbed in the neck right now....

“Argh!”

“O goddess! ”

“Wait! I will serve the Drinker! I will serve M'Falos! ”

Several nomads, who did not win the fear of death, insisted on denunciation.

Of course, the seeds were not eaten either.

“Yes?”

“Then we'll have to kill him sooner. ”

“Once you get a seal, you won't even get a pleasure reward! ”

Unescaped Nomads rush to the corner of the alley trembling.

It was then. A man in his 40s stopped them.

“Everyone avoid the body! ”

The Nomads echoed as they looked at him.

“Fabricio! ”

The foreigners were nervous.

The outfit was a solid body shape, but it was a one-finger test.

Most importantly, their guidelines clarify the opponent's level.

"Race: Humans. Inspection lv. 54j

“Ugh"? ”

“You're high, aren't you? ”

“Do you still have a senior level who hasn't received the seal of the drink? ”

The average level of foreigners was around the late thirties. It's a number. There are more foreigners, but the level car is too big.

“Let's bounce.”

“Yeah, you should bring a higher level, this. ”

The strangers retreated, noticing.

Fabri Theo shook his head and put the longsword back into the sword.

‘I'm glad the opponent is Earthling. ’

If the opponent were a latnine, he would not even know the level difference and attack, and there might be a bloody situation.

And this was a fatal problem for Fabricio.

Race Human. Inspection 1V 34J.

"Race: Humans. Wizard lv. 36j

"Race: Humans. Warrior lv. 37j, he still had the level of a distant alien in his eyes.

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Level 54 Inspection, Fabricio.

He was originally a farmer farming in South America, Honduras, then was killed in a drug cartel uprising and fell into the world.

In addition, he was also an extremely rare fit for ‘pleasure compensation’.

Most suitors cannot avoid the pleasure rewards of murder.

To manipulate the modern Earthlings who have no objection to murder, Marcin dug a double and triple trap.

Most modern jobs are useless in Latna. Because the world is different.

However, the ability given to a suitable person is only related to combat.

Apart from the extent of language communication skills, they are not given any ability to earn money on a daily basis.

Give combat abilities to people who don't know anything and gain combat experience. In the process, it eliminates the reluctance to kill little by little.

At first, it kills monsters close to animal form, turns opponents more and more into human creatures, and weakens their awareness of murder, and finally, it kills monsters that are unlikely to be human.

In this process, the suitors reach level 20 and fall into the real world latna.

Those who have fallen to Godlatna do not yet think they have committed murder.

I just killed a creature that looked like a human being everywhere.

I wasn't communicating, I wasn't acting like a real person.

Nevertheless, once experienced, rejection is greatly reduced. And Ratna has so many chances of killing, unlike the modern Earth.

In an ignorant world, in a persecuted and driven position, only combat-related abilities, and the burden of murder, can those who have disappeared claim immortality?

It's not a very improbable story.

Among the suitors, there were certainly those who tried to avoid murder to the end.

It's just that most people are dead.

Only those fit to kill without burden were forced to survive, and eventually fell into a trap of pleasure reward according to their destiny.

Fabricio also killed Latnin, who at first attacked without thinking much. To live.

And I felt a little pleasure.

Fabricio was frightened, unlike most suitors who thought it was just the excitement of the murder.

‘Hey, this isn't it!’ He was addicted to drugs on Earth and then had little out of the way experience. There was also experience of distinguishing between simple excitement and artificial pleasure.

I was terrified. And I went around looking for other cases.

Luckily, I was able to meet a senior level appropriator and tell him the truth.

Since then, he has never committed murder. Even the Latnines who tried to kill themselves never killed them.

Thanks to him, I handed over Gobi to die, but it didn't matter how many times.

I'd rather die than go through that terrible withdrawal again.

That is why he was not extradited by the Omphalos.

If there is a god who gives pleasure in exchange for murder, it must be every evil.

How can you believe what the devil says?

‘But...

Fabricio stroked his stomach.

I was hungry.

I had eaten the right food for too long, and I didn't even remember when I went to bed comfortably.

‘What the hell...

Living the right way didn't mean life wasn't painful.

"What do we do? * * Hanbin's group, who found the goddess's sacrament, immediately returned to Armorica.

Altia welcomed everyone.

“Well done, everyone. ”

Everyone shrugged.

“Did you have a hard time? ”

“It was all I had to do was go and pick it up. ”

“I don't know if the power is moving, but...

“In fact, Kivier, Leon Hart, and Epir were the only ones who could move, right? ”

It wasn't empty.

Really, Leu Hanbin and Artis have done nothing but follow.

Kibi only clapped and Leonhard only opened the door.

“I've had enough trouble......

Only Epir, who had to burn all the way from the end of the continent to the end, died.

Anyway, it's time to take the sacraments together.

Ryuhanbin grabs the Sacred Heart of Light and the Heart of Light.

Artis grabs the sacred fire, the spark of the garden.

Epir grips the sacrament of wind, the breath of the beginning.

Leon Hart pondered.

“What should I take? ”

The most suitable sacrament for him, the Dark Temple Warrior, was of course the power of Kibriel, the heart of darkness.

But you already got that from Ryuhanbin, right?

Altia smiled and said,

“Pick anything up. That's what it is anyway. ”

The sacrament of the goddess amplifies the power of the chosen one. There is no such thing as matchmaking according to attributes.

The effect is the same even if Artis, the Pharaohs, gains the sacrament of water and Epir, the non-dragon, gains the sacrament of the earth.

“I see. Then...

Leonhard grabs the sacred water, the eternal tears.

Hanbin looked back at Kivier and asked.

“So Kivier takes the earth? It doesn't suit the Goddess of Darkness to take the sacrament of Earth. ”

Kivier shakes his head.

“I can't get the power of the Sacrament. ”

The power of incarnation itself is like the blessing of a goddess. Power collides with each other.

So, in fact, Leonhard doesn't get much power either. He's also the goddess's blessing.

“But at this point, there are no other candidates. ”

Altia spoke.

“And the master of the sacred things of the earth is separate. ”

“Ah, Platter? ”

“Unfortunately, he is too old to properly digest the power of the sacrament. ”

“Then who? ”

I finally entered the slender black hair beauty bag.

“I've been summoned, incarnate of light. ”

It was a human form of Ancient Dragon, Black Dragon Manachiras, Lv.141.

The ancient dragons of Latna, who once betrayed the Creator in the Upper Draconium and lived as the strongest of the three.

But now their gold is gone.

Kivier, who regained the power of the goddess, was deceived and gave them freedom.

Kibriel's power could easily be eliminated by now. Yeah, it's just a matter of losing power again.

But it must be that ManaKiras became a trusted companion.

“I see.”

“If she is level 141, she can reach at least level 150. ”

For Omphalos, it is enough to deal with his six apostles. It is a reliable power.

“I will do as I please, incarnate of light and darkness. ”

Lie respectfully on your head and reach out with a tense face.

ManaKiras grabs the sacred stone of earth, the spinal stone of the world.

With this, the master of all the sacraments was determined.

“By the way, is this really activatable? ”

Kivier looks back at Altia and makes an impression.

These sacraments are still only beads. Activate this to get the grace of the goddess.

However, the power of the goddess to give grace is bound up in that high heaven.

“I heard you didn't bring your powers down, but did you bring that much? ”

Seeing her suspicious, Altia laughed powerlessly.

“Not now. ”

It was a terrible laugh.

“Now.”

A little girl sighed deeply.

“Huw, Kibriel? Don't be surprised.”

“Why?"

“I'm going to do something crazy from now on. ”