Chapter 210 – This Is Not the Time to Exchange Greetings (1)

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I looked at the scenery shown by the Telescope of the Demon Eye.

Then, I unknowingly glared at the telescope.

…I am opening my eyes properly, right?

Still feeling unsure, I even checked the message.

[A small piece of luck dwells in your touch.]

[You temporarily become proficient at operating the telescope.]

[The duration of the effect increases.]

Because the system does not lie.

…This means I am not seeing illusions.

I have experienced unbelievable things so often during this time.

Among them, today was truly the highest record of all time.

While spending this damned dynamic day.

I had resolved to refrain from making guarantees as much as possible from now on.

Nevertheless, I had to guarantee this.

Yunakersus, the Great Evil, Urus, Agentress, and the Elves as well.

Those standing on the battlefield had their reasons to not back down.

Whether those reasons were right or wrong.

Everyone really intended to see it to the end.

A being that could stop such a fight?

I would guarantee it.

Of course in reality, and also on the Arcana Continent.

No such being existed within the knowledge I possessed.

That was why I could not help but be flustered.

No, who are you?

The Transcender who appeared from the portal riding a broomstick.

Not long after she appeared, the fight stopped like a lie.

I knew.

This was not a realm where strength mattered.

Above all, the ones gathered were not figures who would be intimidated by a single Transcender.

If so, there could only be one reason.

That unknown Transcender.

Brought news that could end the fight.

Just what kind of news was it?

My curiosity soared.

Unfortunately, I could not hear the reason.

Telepathy, I genuinely resented magic for this moment.

‘How cheap.’

Of course, they could not have realized I was observing them with a telescope, so it was simply due to the loud sound of thunder. In the midst of such a loud roar, they would not be able to converse no matter how loud their voices were.

Even knowing it could not be helped, the regretful feeling could not be washed away.

“It has finally calmed down.”

I forced myself to ignore Granfel, who always spoke so well, and delved into my thoughts.

So even though I did not know what exactly happened…

‘In the end, it meant the system did not lie, right?’

From Yunakersus to the Great Evil.

Everyone stopped fighting and disbanded like a lie.

Seeing their fierce gazes as they left their spots made it seem like their lingering attachments remained. Regardless, they seemed to have concluded that it was not the time to fight immediately.

Because I did not know the reason, the aftertaste was not refreshing.

‘Phew!’

Inwardly, I unconsciously swallowed a sigh of relief.

The immediate question could end with me just being curious alone, but.

If the Transcender riding the broomstick had not appeared…

‘…It almost resulted in a Lucky Day’s ending.’

Did I avoid the Earth destruction ending at least?

She was truly a savior I met thanks to the greatly increased luck.

If one is human, it is natural to feel grateful.

Yet I consistently spat out those words.

“Did I not say this? Luck and fate are things to be pioneered.”

Anyway, he never wanted to lose a single word!

Of course, my voice probably did not reach the Arcana Continent.

Out of conscience, I conveyed a sincere apology on behalf of the immature Granfel.

…It is complicated to explain, but I’m sorry to say he’s going through puberty.

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[The siren’s song blesses you.]

[Luck greatly increases.]

The mess that had unfolded on the Arcana Continent.

From the moment the major incident concluded, for the remaining duration of the effect.

I resolved to truly use it fruitfully.

Although the beginning was marked by suspicion.

Now that everything ended peacefully with the appearance of the savior.

The effect of luck had essentially been proven.

I fluttered my jacket and looked at the forest.

[Warmonger Reindeer: Lv.750]

[Warmonger Reindeer Boss: Lv.800]

Mid-slope of the Zero Mountain Range.

Even though their appearance was closer to ordinary beasts than monsters, their strength could not be ignored. It could be understood just from seeing the majority of players struggling bitterly against the rabbits of the Zero Mountain Range.

‘Five ordinary monsters and one Named monster.’

The situation where [Natural Enemy] had not been activated.

Considering the level difference, it was impossible to hunt without manifesting magic that had reached the Circle level.

Through the Class Quest, I had consistently trained my stats apart from magic power.

However, it was a fact that I fell behind players of the same level belonging to a melee class.

Nevertheless, I spoke quietly.

“It will be a cruel task for you.”

I gripped Ghost Iron in my hand.

“Thus, I shall be considerate.”

Wait a minute, considerate according to whose mind?

Even if I held the Legendary item, Ghost Iron, in my hand.

Unless I entrusted everything to Ghost Iron.

I could not display such dazzling movements like during the duel with Shegwin.

Of course, going by my, Lee Ho-yeol’s, petty tricks.

‘I would want to entrust it to Ghost Iron for the rest of my life!’

Society did not develop a division of labor for nothing.

Was I not a person who already had many responsibilities to care for and survival routes to find? It was the truth that I only wanted to quietly follow the path led by Ghost Iron as far as swordsmanship was concerned.

‘In common terms, I just wanted to be a passenger on the bus.’

However.

“Answer.”

Would my pride meekly hand over the steering wheel to someone else?

Was Granfel not someone whose satisfaction was only met by stepping out first no matter the path of hardship? Ultimately, the one suffering like a dog was once again me…!

Soon, the battle began.

I felt the Ego Sword.

Ghost Iron’s voice.

-Is this my master?

When Ghost Iron trailed off like that, I flinched.

Enough to scold the Sword Saint, Shegwin.

Was Ghost Iron not the sword itself?

Had it recognized my shallow foundation?

For a moment, my guilty conscience caused my heart to skip a beat.

But it was an unfounded fear.

-Such an unchanging mindset in any battlefield.

…Yes, whose alter ego was this anyway.

-Indeed, such an attitude must be what made your Sword Force so thick in a short period of time. As expected, my choice was not wrong. I am delighted to be able to join you on your sword path, my master!

An unchanging mindset?

That was not completely wrong.

Thanks to the infinitely abundant bubbles that bloomed from struggling.

I had only been facing Rifts and monsters whose recommended levels were at least a hundred to several hundreds higher than mine. Even the achievement of Sword Force was accomplished thanks to having died once.

‘Sometimes, it is better for both sides not to know certain things.’

Ghost Iron, it is fortunate if you are happy.

Swish.

Thinking roughly that what’s good is good, I brandished Ghost Iron.

Even if it was not just swordsmanship, ranging from Black Magic to Shooting.

The wells that I had to perform maintenance on were not just one or two.

Among them, the reason why I chose swordsmanship first?

It was because I had a clear goal.

[Transcender: Your transcendent state is sufficient to be called a Transcender. – Achievements reached so far: Circle (1,000% increase in all magic manifestation power) / Incomplete Swift Swordsmanship / None / None…]

If I move past being incomplete and reach completion.

Similar to Circle, a new effect would unlock.

In short, I had picked the option that was expected to bring the greatest outcome in relation to my effort.

The battle against the Warmonger Reindeer herd.

Without needing to explain, it was my victory.

Even if I just slung the jacket on rather than wearing it properly.

Not only was I covered with Epic grade items, but I also held a Legendary rank item in my hand. It was an item reliance level that could easily ignore this magnitude of a level difference.

In addition to that, I also possessed the Incomplete Swift Swordsmanship.

[Level Up.]

[Level Up.]

[Level Up.]

My level increased by 3 stages to level 598.

Was it because I was getting closer to level 600?

I vividly felt myself hitting a new wall as my level-up speed slowed down. Even so, it was a ridiculous growth speed compared to other players.

‘Even now, everyone must be hunting all day long.’

Who cares about one day to gain a single level?

Depending on the situation, the players would not stop hunting for several days straight.

Let’s not grumble, considering that effort, Ho-yeol.

‘…But no matter what, I really cannot tolerate this?’

Even for me, what had exactly occurred.

Truly, there is no easy path.

I swallowed a sigh while looking at the Status Window.

[Tenacity: 1]

[Held Points: 3]

The newly unlocked stats, Aesthetic and Tenacity.

Aesthetic was differentiated from the beginning by its values of High, Mid, and Low. I naturally thought point distribution for it was impossible, and indeed, that was the case.

‘But you, Tenacity.’

You should not wear the mask of Arabic numerals and act like that!

‘I actually wondered for a moment why Akshan would give an overpowered stat.’

Akshan, who emphasized absolute effort more than anyone else.

Such an Akshan, those Demon Hunters.

How could they pass down a stat that I could just eat raw and easily?

I recalled Tenacity’s effect.

[Tenacity: Converts mental fortitude into stats. Whenever Tenacity increases, the converted stat additionally increases.]

I didn’t know if it was because of Granfel’s unyielding mental fortitude.

Tenacity showed an efficiency of roughly 50 stat points for 1 point.

I thought that from now on, I could produce the efficiency of 50 levels for every 1 level.

I was feeling deeply content.

As expected, I had counted my chickens before they hatched.

‘The method to increase Tenacity is obvious.’

It would be that tedious manual labor grinding, what else!

Just like the moment Tenacity was unlocked.

It was obvious that I needed to do training that transcended my limits.

In that sense, I would not have a moment to take a break.

‘Still, I might be able to increase Tenacity through the effect of luck.’

Me unknowingly thinking of seeking suffering firsthand…

Somehow, I felt like even I had been infected by Granfel’s pride…

Feeling a sense of shame over this dark history would not be too late even if I felt it tomorrow.

[Remaining Time: 16 hours 14 minutes]

I spoke while checking the duration of the siren’s blessing.

“Because time is like tea enjoyed in the afternoon.”

I was wondering why he wouldn’t say that today.

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The Mage Tower’s office.

[Remaining Time: 54 minutes]

I will guarantee it one last time.

There will never be another day as arduous as today!

Was I not a person suffering from an already busy daily schedule? On top of that, it meant I diligently went back and forth to get my money’s worth out of the greatly increased luck.

“It was not a bad day at all.”

So since that came out of my snout, that was all that needed to be said.

So, what had happened.

Let’s slowly replay it until the tea water heats up.

[Tenacity: 2]

First, after an arduous training session, my Tenacity increased by 1 point.

I felt happy but simultaneously flinched.

My luck had increased greatly.

If this amount of training yielded only 1 point, how would it be under normal circumstances?

Because I could not erase my worries.

“After all, luck was merely luck.”

The new green tea infused in cold water is not my preference.

Do not speak at such a timing, Granfel.

Even so, considering Tenacity’s effect, the suffering was understandable.

The moment my vision blurred during push-ups.

Tenacity had increased.

That was because the Strength increased by the effect was an astonishing 100 points.

‘It would be impossible to escape grinding for the rest of my life.’

If I skipped the process and only looked at the result, Tenacity was an overpowered stat indeed.

I guess I will have to consistently train until I pass out from now on… Of course, the effect of the vastly increased luck did not end there.

There were quite a few accomplishments at the Yusra Kingdom office that I dropped by to handle my duties.

Among them, the most welcoming outcome was undoubtedly the news personally delivered by King Hakuna.

-“I apologize for my behavior until now. My resolve has finally returned to me.”

Hakuna had not been able to hold his sword properly up until now.

He could not even look at edged weapons properly, to be more precise. Because every time he looked at a sword, spear, or shield, the subjects he could not protect during the era of the ancient kingdom appeared before his eyes.

-“Even if I am lacking, I will fulfill my responsibilities.”

Hakuna had overcome his past.

This was good news to me in many ways.

Hakuna overcoming his trauma was something to celebrate.

But also because it seemed like my work hours would be reduced slightly thanks to this.

Should I say my breathing opened up a little?

Tap.

Noticeably lighter footsteps.

Returning to the Mage Tower, another piece of joyful news was waiting for me.

A passage appearing on the parchment.

Considering both handwriting and contents, it was a letter from Marcelo.

Thanks for greetings.

Putting aside the flashy modifiers.

Summarizing the key point in one line, it meant.

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The Tower Master showed a reaction for the first time.

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The top floor of the Mage Tower.

The Tower Master floating with his eyes closed inside a magic power sphere of unknown origin.

Movement was caught from such a Tower Master.

Of course, even though it was movement.

It wasn’t anything amazing, but rather only wiggling a finger.

‘Because it was unprecedented.’

His handwriting, lighter and more upbeat than normal.

It seemed to state just how excited Marcelo was.

I was happy too, of course.

[Quest: Reconstruction of the Mage Tower]

The truth behind the contradiction existing in the Mage Tower.

At present, when even the goal of the Mage Tower, the pursuit of truth, had turned impure.

Overhaul the Mage Tower from its foundations.

-Encounter the Tower Master. (Ongoing)

-Dispose of the fleeing Demon Worshipper. (Success)

-Find the true truth. (Ongoing)

Ultimately, progress had occurred on this incredibly daunting quest.

Clack.

I whispered while pouring fiercely hot water into a tea cup.

“The closure is what is most important.”

That was correct.

Having spent such a fulfilling day, about an hour or so was remaining.

Of course, I planned to thoroughly spend the remaining hour too.

It was because I was going to enter the Sociality of Space-Time.

‘I must meet my life’s savior.’

I meant the unknown Awakened who appeared riding a broomstick.

If it was now, as my luck had vastly increased.

The possibility of missing each other and failing to meet would decrease.

Thus, I am now.

Pacifying Granfel, who did not welcome visiting the Sociality at all.

By brewing a green tea bag.

‘I saw all kinds of things on the menu, yet they didn’t have green tea.’

I seriously uttered.

“Rocket delivery must be urgently established within space-time as well.”

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Granfel’s manners dominated my body.

Since his obsession with formalities worsened inside the Sociality.

My consistently upright posture, of course, as well as my gait and speech.

I could not speak or act rashly whatsoever.

Yet.

The first word I spat upon entering the Sociality was a ‘warning.’

“Identify yourself.”

Truly.

As I promise one last time.

Because an ‘absolutely impossible figure’ existed in the Sociality of Space-Time.