LGHTNOVELBOOK 4 - Thank You
I frowned. Wasn’t this approach sufficiently moderate? Surely they couldn’t be that confident in their abilities.
Since they seemed to be young children, I spoke once more. More slowly than before.
“Are you deaf? If you don’t hand it over quickly, you won’t escape having your bones ground and muscles twisted. Surely you’re not saying you can endure the pain of having your bones scraped and muscles contorted?”
It’s a pain so severe that even highly trained assassins from the Killing Chamber would choose suicide instead. I’ve never seen anyone who could withstand it (and it’s not just because I immediately killed those who did endure it. Either way, the point is they died from the pain).
Tsk.
I frowned even more. The children before me were more foolish than I had expected.
“You, who are you to suddenly appear! Who the fuck are you! You don’t even seem to be a Summoner student…!”
If he were a brave and wise man, he would have prioritized the safety of the woman behind him. Something like, “Miss, I’ll draw his attention, so please quietly escape from here.”
But a foolish and ignorant man would behave exactly like this one.
Not a beast, yet breathing roughly like one, inhaling sharply to make his chest appear larger, fiercely twisted eyebrows and glaring eyes, and finally, vulgar curses that were quite uncomfortable to hear…
“F-fuck you, aren’t you going to answer? Huh? You bastard, you’re a criminal! No, a vagrant? Sneaking around here?”
“O-Orlando, wait. For someone like that, he’s too handso- I mean, he looks too normal!”
The companion’s restraint seemed to further provoke his temper.
This Orlando fellow sprayed spittle from his widely opened mouth like a young hyena that had lost its female.
“You fuck, you’re in trouble today.”
Saying that, he approached with large strides, pretending to roll up his sleeves, and then charged with his head. Was he planning to block my vision with a surprise attack and then mount me to throw punches? Truly a tactic worse than even a marketplace ruffian.
“You are the one who isn’t in trouble. You’ve made me speak three times.”
“What?”
I was contemplating whether to dodge or receive his attack when I quietly raised two fingers. While it might be used as a game replacement in the common world, it was originally a real bare-handed combat technique and finger method.
Swish.
The fool brought his eyeballs toward my appropriately spread index and middle fingers. Poke.
“Arghhhh! Ahhh! F-fuck, ah! My, my eyes! Ahhh!”
He closed his eyes tightly, wobbled unsteadily with his large frame, and then fell backward with a thud.
Whether he hit a rock or something, he briefly shouted “Ah fuck” and shed tears. With a deeply furrowed face, he tried to open his eyes even slightly, but it didn’t seem easy.
“O, Orlando! W-what are you! Who are you to… Orlando…!”
I couldn’t help but shake my head at this terrible situation.
Stooping awkwardly as if concerned about the man, she tried to reach out, but her eyes were fixed on me. She bit her lower lip nervously, but her eyes were wide open. While speaking with a sharp voice, her cheeks were tinged with a reddish hue.
“It seems you weren’t lovers. Or perhaps just a one-night dalliance.”
I thought that even a courtesan from a pleasure house would be more truthful… no, more professional than her. At least they sincerely act out love for the money they receive. To avoid misunderstanding, let me add that I’ve never been to such places.
“What? What did you just say…”
“Balangke! Catch that son of a bitch! I’ll get up right away and f-fucking kill… him!”
Orlando drooled saliva and mucus as he screamed. Thankfully, due to my consideration, he didn’t seem to have lost his eyesight. He barely managed to open one eye, which was blood-red. Judging by how he was twitching his back, it seemed he had taken a hard fall.
“No, Orlando! Stay there, you’re hurt! I’ll try to talk to him, okay?”
“Shut up, you fucking bitch!”
Slap!
By this point, even Orlando, unless he was a gorilla, would have noticed. Balangke, who had been putting on airs in front of him (this is just my assumption), was reacting suspiciously.
With a “Kyaak,” the girl fell to the ground, and like a tragic heroine, she let her hair fall over her face, then quickly raised her head with dagger-like eyes. She glared at Orlando as if he were her mortal enemy, but the man simply spat to the side.
What a spectacle.
“You fuck, you’re dead. No, I don’t even need to do it myself; I’ll have my summoned creature devour you.”
Judging from their earlier conversation, wasn’t this simply to destroy evidence? I thought so, but since I agreed with reducing future troubles, I nodded.
“Hmm, I’ll consider it a gift for your journey to the afterlife. But you’re not dead yet. Right?”
“Uh… fuck, why is that in your hand?”
“You gave it to me as a gift for the afterlife journey, didn’t you?”
I examined the mysterious object in my hand from various angles. When I held it to my ear, I seemed to hear the sound of wind. Could this be the special conch that those from the Haenam Sect talked about?
I decided to examine it carefully rather than interrogating him immediately.
After all, it’s more enjoyable to walk the path alone than to read a martial arts manual with detailed solutions that someone else provides.
However, the man didn’t seem to think so and shouted something.
“Come out, come out ‘Nodai’!”
Simultaneously with his cry, a large circular magic array was drawn behind Orlando’s head.
When a spirit creature larger than a house poked its head out, emitting light,
I couldn’t help but be astonished…
“Go! Nodai! Devour that bastard!”
Grooooar!
Sharp teeth that could shatter even giant trees, a mouth wide enough to swallow a three-story inn at once, and skin like armor.
The ruler that dominated the Late Cretaceous period.
It was a spirit creature called Tyrannosaurus (Tyrannosauridae of the Theropoda suborder, Tyrannosaurus genus).
“To think you’d give me yet another gift. Are you planning to give generously? This lord no longer needs internal alchemy, but I won’t refuse the gesture.”
Mysteriously, there was no foul odor from the maw of the spirit creature that had approached closely. Only the unique divine energy of spirit creatures wafted gently.
Because I was different from those pretentious righteous sect members who ignore gestures, I stepped forward and delivered a grateful fist.
Crash!
A sound like a drum bursting came from behind the spirit creature that had not even fully emerged.
Tsk. A bad place was hit.
…Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I clicked my tongue in regret. Originally, since spirit creatures were precious, one had to put effort into capturing methods. But due to the excitement of being in a new world, I hunted it without any study or preparation.
“…Hiccup.”
I nodded at Orlando, who was convulsing spasmodically.
“I usually don’t leave future troubles, but your sincere gesture is commendable, so I’ll specially overlook today’s incident. When we meet again, instead of immediately bringing out a spirit creature, you can just refine and give me the internal core. That level of loss is nothing to me.”
I didn’t bother to add, “Actually, I don’t even need that.” I couldn’t stomp on a growing sprout… Hmm?
Come to think of it, did this guy dare to target me, the master of the Divine Sect?
It was such an absurd thought that I momentarily forgot.
But what could I do? I had already decided to let it go and turned around. Going back to deal with him again would damage my pride… no, my dignity.
So I slowly walked away.
“Co, come with me, my sum-moned… oo!”
Oo? I don’t recall mentioning such a name. I clicked my tongue, ignoring the woman clinging annoyingly. It seems her head must be quite painful.
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“Summoned… summoned, creature? Th-that? A human?”
Balangke muttered, still sitting on the ground. Her cheeks were flushed red as if she’d been slapped, even though Orlando had only hit one cheek.
Haa-haa. Breathing heavily, the woman got up unsteadily and began to walk. It was in the direction where the two had disappeared.
Meanwhile, Orlando remained motionless, as if his soul had left him. His mouth was so wide open that a mayfly might fly in.
The area around his eye that had been poked when he couldn’t stop his headbutt was not just red but hollow.
“How, how, words… ah, uh.”
He just mumbled incomprehensible words. It was because he had witnessed and experienced something so illogical and against common sense. He was a living witness, a victim, and someone who had his possession taken. At this point, he didn’t even seem to realize that the artifact had been taken…
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A girl who had been watching the three, no, four people, bit her fingernail. Until just before, it had been a beautifully shining nail.
“Ephre… has summoned a summoned creature? She succeeded in making a contract? Why? She never did that before. Not then, not before then. Not after. Not in the future…!”
She took hot, heavy breaths.
More than the fact that those two had failed in their task, what twisted her mind was that that damn villainous girl had finally achieved what shouldn’t have been possible. As if her intestines were being twisted.