Chapter 242
Ten attackers set out. They had to stop a monster, but anyway, they were attackers.
Among them were the three mask trio who had been defeated before.
They had received attack queue numbers 13, 14, and 15.
Originally, they had the skill to be in the 1 to 10 range.
In a fight, winning was overwhelmingly advantageous, so the strong were sent out first, meaning they were among the top ranks.
But after their previous defeat, their reputation had declined, and they were placed further back.
[Sword God1 --> Litus]
A kill log appeared.
Later on, they'd come up nonstop, and they wouldn't be able to check it as leisurely as now.
“The last survivor died.”
“It’s the support. Sob. Since the other four dealers died, they must have died unavoidably.”
“You’re a support too, aren’t you. Is your support sensitivity bursting?”
Amid this tensionless conversation, Rabbit Mask briefly assessed the situation.
“Let’s quickly go and stop them. If they reach our siege weapons even once, it’ll be hard to turn around.”
They ran northward.
A guard post appeared at the quarter point.
[I apologize again for the earlier misjudgment. Take him down and head north.]
The guild master’s voice echoed in their heads, and they glanced briefly toward Rabbit Mask before looking ahead.
The enemy was there.
A plain outfit.
It was a costume with the basic equipment, no cash avatars.
A leisurely gait.
No hint of hurry.
A sword hung down.
It was a beginner’s sword, rarely seen.
And.
The situation changed in an instant.
The moment they met, magic was targeted.
Warriors took the front line.
Assassins circled to aim for the back.
Ice arrows fell from the sky, flames shot up on both sides.
High-damage sword strikes blocked the front.
Just as the ambush was happening,
Rabbit Mask, who had stayed behind to help an ally hit by a feint from the rear without turning back, his eyes widened.
Since their defeat, he had watched that guy’s play to the point of disgust.
The reason was simple: he had to get revenge.
Coincidentally, the opponent was a streamer, so information was widespread.
He was simply doing what he should have done earlier but hadn’t.
And in those earlier videos, he had seen it.
Overwhelming strength just like what was unfolding before his eyes.
Moving through the barrage of countless skills, finding the only path of survival—it was light.
Yes.
Light. As if out for a stroll.
‘Ahh. I’ve seen enough. Honestly, next time with more people, it might be doable.’
That was Opera Mask’s words.
‘Even if we deliberately don’t get caught by feints and you block for me, what can a beginner like him do.’
That was Mustache Mask.
Frankly, Rabbit Mask thought he was more skilled than the other two.
And that thought seemed to be right.
“Shield! Help me quickly!”
He knew it would come to this.
For Rabbit Mask, this fight was a great challenge.
An obstacle he had to overcome.
At some point, Sword God1, who had been moving through the downpour, incapacitated the foremost warrior.
Rabbit Mask clearly saw the bewildered face of the incapacitated guild member as he passed by, and he blocked the way to cover as planned.
Ambushes poured from behind Sword God1.
Since ten people rarely attacked one person, their coordination was off.
And that was fatal.
At least in Rabbit Mask’s eyes.
The opponent’s body was spinning and slipping aside as if he had never intended to target the incapacitated guild member in the first place.
Attacks that lost their target pierced the air, Rabbit Mask’s cover became useless, and only one more front-liner was incapacitated.
Whoosh.
The body moved freely, with godlike movements.
Clang!
Minimizing damage taken while maximizing damage dealt—all at once.
All movements were so precise that the opponent’s only opening was the moment a skill activated in a fixed trajectory.
It was a melee.
And Rabbit Mask tried to keep his eyes chasing the opponent’s movements in that melee.
Was it because he had stood one step away from the fight?
Or because he had replayed the game footage over and over for the past few days?
Clang!
Rabbit Mask blocked the double slash aimed at the incapacitated warrior, and with their swords locked, he smiled.
“Got you, you bastard.”
In that instant, a cognitive expansion beyond his limits occurred, and he stopped his teammates from falling like autumn leaves.
It would be hard to expect a repeat.
But this one play, breaking the opponent’s calculation, was enough.
The enemy’s HP, no matter how much damage he minimized, had already dropped below half, and given the trend of the fight so far, their chance of victory was high.
Truly, a win condition caught by a single coordinated move.
Sword God1 was grinning annoyingly, but his eyes were widened as if surprised.
“How’s that!”
“Impressive, right?”
Clang!
The enemy began mercilessly killing them again.
But his HP kept decreasing too.
Rabbit Mask aimed to block once more and seal the victory.
But it was okay if he couldn’t.
So.
Just as his concentration briefly slipped, a voice reached his ears.
[……Dangerous!]
[It’s dangerous, you bastards!]
‘What?’
[The supports are coming! No, they’re arriving! Three of them! Get out!]
Although ten had been reduced to six.
And the enemy’s HP was only a quarter left.
Suddenly, white shields filled the nearly empty red HP bar.
Sword God.
Sword God157, Sword God324. And Sword God119.
‘Damn. Their nicknames are shitty too.’
The fact that they arrived now meant they had been called long before the fight.
“Seriously. They play this game like dogs.”
“You should have expected this much and brought twenty people. When did I ever say I could stop them all by myself?”
Seojun scolded Rabbit Mask, aghast.
“You son of a bitch!”
* * *
[Hohoho. So you mean you couldn’t even take him down ten on one? Truly a monster, indeed.]
[To be precise, the enemy supports also went in...]
[Anyway, that’s not what’s important, is it? Monster-nim?]
The tone was gentle, but it came across as threatening to the guild master Monster.
[Yes. As Poppi’s Father says, the opponent seems to be a monster!]
Indeed. The identity of the person from Monster who had come to be called Poppi’s Father was none other than Monster, the guild master of Monster.
[Then I suppose we must make a decision quickly? Heh heh heh. It seems your side is already hopeless.]
[Yes, I’ll make one. How should we send him?]
Summarizing the current situation of Supreme Lord:
They won the fight against Mion, but time was dragged out.
Also, attacks sent from Sword God Squad before the results of their fight came out are coming.
[It seems that Monster couldn’t stop Sword God Squad well, so they must have charged more than us. So...]
Soon, Poppi’s Father’s orders came down, and Monster answered.
[Yes, understood.]
From now on, it’s either a battle of wits or an all-out war.
One of the two.
* * *
Seojun blocked the path, assessed the battlefield, and waited for the Monster forces to arrive.
[I’m sorry. The squad leader won, but we lost, so it’s about fifty-fifty.]
It was Mion’s guild master’s voice.
Seojun turned on his mic and said.
“It’s fine. We’re still in it, so let’s do our best.”
The current situation was this.
Seojun had dealt significant damage to Monster with a small force.
So Monster had no hope of aiming for first place—as long as Seojun kept disrupting them here.
Therefore, the only thing Monster could do was switch their strategy to support Supreme Lord.
All of Monster’s resources would be freed and come to interfere with Sword God Squad and Mion.
If Monster targeted Sword God Squad, Sword God Squad would be tied down, and it would become a race between Supreme Lord and Mion to see who could capture faster.
If left unchecked, the winner would be Supreme Lord.
So, if Monster targeted Sword God Squad, Sword God Squad would abandon the occupation and head east to tie up Supreme Lord.
That way, Monster would waste all their time moving, Supreme Lord would be held back, and Mion could leisurely capture.
Then, what if Monster targeted Mion?
If things went as is, the team of Seojun, a few supports, and Sword God Squad, who had already expended attackers toward Supreme Lord, would have a high chance of winning.
On top of that, if Mion also went straight to Supreme Lord, the situation would be hopeless.
In other words, Monster had to split their forces now.
And they had to deal with Monster’s forces while also checking Supreme Lord.
“First, the results of the fight we sent should arrive. Were they strong?”
[According to the guild members, their defense force was outnumbered but they still lost. They said the opponent’s PVP power seems stronger than expected.]
Was it that much?
Perhaps Mion and the Racle users had underestimated the Bloody Ajussis.
It’s a game where those who win fights with the fewest numbers emerge victorious.
This means that no matter how you assign your forces, if you lose the fight, it’s over.
‘In the end, I have to hold this position.’
Seojun, currently in the west, would take too long to go east and attack at this point.
It was most efficient for him to block as much as possible of Monster’s movement north or south from here.
‘Maybe we might lose Round 1 because of the Bloody Ajussis. I shouldn’t have sent the attackers.’
If only he had gone to attack Supreme Lord from the start, perhaps...
‘Should I prepare for a siege?’
* * *
Sword God Squad had been defeated.
The ten members who had been sent early to shake Supreme Lord, despite Seojun’s order to stall and hold them, had died.
The enemy had waited until Mion’s and Sword God Squad’s attackers were right in front of their siege weapons’ range before coming out to defend.
That was an act of confidence that they could stop them even at point-blank range, and a move to charge to the limit.
As a result, the situation reversed.
When you die, you respawn, but attacking itself is an act of giving up charging.
If you can’t shake the opponent, you take double the loss.
As expected, Monster in the west split their forces north and south and attack-moved.
Their force ratio was two-thirds of Sword God Squad.
They bypassed Seojun, went around toward Sword God Squad, and Seojun and Sword God Squad attacked from front and back.
Meanwhile, all of Mion headed to Supreme Lord.
The remaining one-third of Monster, maybe because they hadn’t set out to Mion, appeared behind Seojun.
Monster vs. Sword God Squad.
Mion vs. Supreme Lord.
A formation where all guild members fought was created, and Sword God Squad won overwhelmingly.
It was a fight with Seojun involved. There was no way they could lose.
At that moment, as long as the opponent didn’t also win overwhelmingly, Round 1 would be a smooth victory for them.
But, the Bloody Ajussis also won overwhelmingly. Against Mion, ranked 3rd overall.
It was a more shocking result for the viewers than expected.
Mion and Supreme Lord had the same win-loss record in guild wars, and Supreme Lord was only in 1st place thanks to a slight extra score.
But when they actually clashed, there was quite a skill gap.
All that remained was to check how much more each had charged beforehand.
And as they checked, Supreme Lord captured the inner fortress by a narrow margin, reaching the center.
The game moved to the next round, and during the waiting time, the voice of the opposing guild master who had succeeded in capturing was heard by all 200 members.
It was a privilege of the capturer, capable of messing with one’s mentality.
[Hehe. Young folks have been underestimating us too much. Oh, Sword God-nim. If you lose the game like this, how about coming to our blood alliance to learn from us later? If you come to our server, we can treat you to a full course. Hehehe.]
‘He’s doing his favorability farming again.’
Seojun chuckled in the waiting room at Poppi’s Father’s cackling words.
[East]
[West]
[South]
[North]
They could select their desired direction and spawn as soon as it started.
In the waiting room, Mion’s guild master approached Seojun.
“I really have no face.”
“It’s fine. We’ll have to try a siege now. If we defend, the opponent will never break through.”
“Haha. That’s right! So how will you do this siege?”
There are two ways to succeed in a siege.
Either push together to a specific point, or...
“We have to catch the Lord, hehehe.”
“Ah... yes. But why did you suddenly change your tone?”
“To be honest, I’m older. Hmph.”
“……?”
[1 minute 58 seconds until the siege begins.]
* * *
“Can you block him?”
“Yes, hyungnim.”
“How could we lose when we have the General’s buff?”
General’s buff. The guild master of the side that captured the fortress could designate three guild members as generals, and the buff applied to these generals was the General’s buff.
“That young fellow is a monster, you know? He beats ten people.”
“Don’t worry.”
“We know the level of these kids here. It’s because they were born in a peaceful era, nothing to be done about it.”
They had pride.
Old and physically inferior? Only those in their twenties could do it?
That was absolutely not true. The more they fought, the more it was being proven.
They had even overwhelmed top-tier guilds of the same level.
The insane open-field PK and kill-order experience was never in vain.
Confidence overflowed.
“Hahaha.”
“Hehehe.”
The Bloody Ajussis, who still had not personally experienced why Seojun was the Sword God, why people gathered under the name of Sword God, laughed heartily.