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In the chaotic battle that looked more like a dogfight, where everyone did not know who was fighting who.

Hwajeong’s spell, which began casting after she hid in the Frost Willow, was finally ready.

“Hwajeong-ah, you… this magic…

“Unni. I’m sorry, but you have to die…”

“… I understand. It would be better for me to die.”

Hwayeon nodded her head.

It was magic she only saw once. It was an area of effect magic that did not choose its target. A huge amount of dark clouds quickly formed in the sky.

“Q-quick. You have to do it quickly!”

Bababang!

What the hell was happening outside the willow tree…

Surrounded by branches and leaves, she was not able to see what was going on, however, she could feel something hitting the Frost Willow from afar.

‘Pei Wu? Damn it! Everything is all over the place… There’s a bunch of stuff going on…….’

That Berserker is straight up slaughtering all Asians he sees. It would have been preferable, if Pei Wu and Agromni Igor had a one-on-one fight.

Berserkers use their own blood to cast skills.

In 1:1 fight, Berserker will have trouble recovering blood. But now?

There were low-level users everywhere.

Even if he got into a disadvantage while fighting Pei Wu. he only had to kill the low-level users and recover blood.

“Move.”

Shwaaaa-.

Frost Willow unleashed its protection at the will of its caster. Hwayeon was startled at the sudden change of the battle situation.

Tiwi Canyon became a bloody battlefield.

There were uncountable pools of blood and bodies scattered all over the place. What about the Koreans that came to catch Ram Hwayeon in the first place? They can no longer be identified.

Most of them would have died.

‘They wouldn’t even care if Hwajeong showed up.’

Hwayeon looked at Byeolcho’s Guild Master, Hyein, as he was unable to do anything because he was not able to use magic.

If a Sage can’t use magic, he would just be another corpse.

It seems like he was hiding behind his guild members and was waiting for a chance to escape.

“Hwajeong-ah, kill them all!”

Ram Hwayeon called out and all the fighting stopped.

One of them was Igor, who was collecting blood from the members of the Byeolcho Guild.. Pei Wu ran towards Igor. At the same time, the members of Dragon Knight and Golden Dragon Guilds fought each other.

Everyone had the same thought.

Ram Hwajeong must be stopped!

A huge amount of energy gathered at the Cryomancer, Ice Witch Ram Hwajeong’s fingertips.

“Stop it!!! If she casts that magic, it would all be over!”

While someone shouted in the midst of the chaos, Ram Hwajeong reached out to the sky.

Ram Hwayeon looked at Ram Hwajeong and smiled. She will definitely die.

This time, Hwajeong didn’t conserve her strength, and her magic won’t distinguish between allies and enemies.

It would deal a huge amount of damage.

But it was fine.

Compared to the lives of the other experts here, her own death would be easier to recover.

For now, their priority was to conserve their strength and plan for the next course of action.

Who will be their ally? Who will be their enemy?

Where and how will the next battle happen? Will they join forces with the enemy of their enemy?. What would be their composition at that time?

‘And who else can be my strength?’

Hwayeon laughed. Troubles already started running through her head.

She was the eldest daughter of Ram Long(林龍) group and the next successor. She was a woman who studied at the Royal Academy.

“It’s late, you idiots.”

“Blizzard.”

The red-haired and the blue-haired woman opened their mouths at the same time.

The Cryomancer’s most powerful Area of Effect Magic (AoE), that used all of the caster’s mana, froze Tiwi Canyon.

“Oh, Ooh. Blizzard!”

“Avoid it!”

In the video, the sky rumbled, howled and spewed out a storm mixed with hail.

All players who filmed the battle while laying down on the floor died, and Tiwi Canyon disappeared.

Chii—

A black screen appeared and a noise was heard for a while before the video ended.

Leeha was not able to move for a while.

He felt tears running down his cheeks.

‘Kijeong-ah.’

After learning about the assimilation rate, Leeha had a conversation with Kijeong.

Kijeong proudly said that in order to be the best Templar, he had set it to the maximum value allowed.

That was, the assimilation rate would have been at 50%.

What happened when you raised your assimilation rate in Middle Earth? It was different from other games.

He would have felt 50% of the sensation of getting his head cut off by a saw-like greatsword.

How did he feel? No, at that point, when he spoke to Kijeong earlier, he should have said that it was great that he was able to keep his sanity.

‘Agromni Igor……’

Leeha gritted his teeth.

Kijeong was the one to lead him to Middle Earth, and gave him hope that he could earn money and heal his legs.

He would not be able to forget the bastard that cut off such a good guy’s head without hesitation.

‘What if I didn’t forgive him? I am only at level 26. What would happen if a level 26 did not forgive a level 260?’

He must have the strength.

Without strength, he could not do anything.

What if Leeha had the strength in the previous battle? What if he joined forces with Kijeong or the Ram Sisters?

‘The location of the cameraman was about 230 meters away from the battle.’

Since the video was already edited, the enlargement and reduction were dramatic.

What if he actually saw it in Middle Earth?

230m was by no means close. It was barely enough to recognize a person with a  smashed face?

It also required the assumption that there were no obstacles around. In his head, the street was no longer visible.

The equipment he wore, its color, and its level, that could only be recognized by looking at its shape.

Leeha imagined.

He was now in the position of the cameraman. He was lying down and in a shooting posture.

‘The damned bastard approached Kijeong to cut his neck. And me?’

Could he match it? If he had a modern rifle, he was confident. However, with a musket?

Moreover, the target was not stationary.

The giant moved incredibly fast for his height and weight.

Should he wait for him to stop moving?

It was almost impossible. To compensate for a Berserker’s weakness, Agromni Igor hardly stopped.

No matter how many times he wanted to fight Pei Wu, he had to run around and suck, absorb and swallow the low-level user’s blood.

It was truly a great move.

‘If he shot loosely, I’ll be able to hit him.

Anyway, the target itself was big. Be it an arm, or thigh. I should be able to get one shot in. And after that?’

Agromni Igor would not wait to be killed by the musketeer from afar. How many seconds would it take to narrow 230m at that incredible speed?

Leeha’s neck would get cut off in no time.

He would not be able to tell without experiencing it.

It meant that the assumption of hitting the target was not enough. He should not just loosely shoot anywhere.

‘Instakill.’

He had to shoot a part where it would result in an instakill. If the target was a human, there were two places that could be aimed at.

The head and the heart.

‘Because he didn’t know what a giant heart is……. After all, there was only one.’

The head.

The fact that giants were larger than humans was no longer an advantage when limiting the target to the head.

He had to hit the target that was slightly larger than a human head from 230 meters away. It was someone who moves fast as well.

Leeha felt that the difficulty rose by 10 times in an instant.

‘In the end, I have no choice but to practice so that I can increase my accuracy and hit a moving target even from a long distance.’

Leeha looked for information with his slightly red eyes.

Whoever the Musket Academy’s Browless was, it didn’t matter anymore. He could always learn that.

What was important now?

To level up as quickly as possible, and to have the skills join that world as soon as possible.

‘I have to be strong. To join that world. And make money too. If I can become stronger, I can achieve it.’ The answer was always simple.

It was just the process that mattered.

“Phew, good. The first thing I need to do…” Clean up my bag.

Leeha disposed of all of his useless items by going to the weapon store, armor store and general store in the capital, Aelstock.

Most of the items were the ones that were dropped by players who died from the Brown Bear field boss, Agonia Oso.

There was no equipment that could be used by Leeha.

‘Most of them were swords and metal armors. I can’t even use those.’

Of course, even though he was in a hurry to level up, he did not have to rush.

He conversed and laughed with the shopkeepers.

No message appeared because he did not perform a separate quest, but when he left the shops, he felt that his intimacy had risen.

‘Phem, this is the proof.’

Really.

The sound of coins was heard when he shook his pocket. 4 gold danced in Leeha’s pocket, which was all of his fortunes.

He got 2 gold from selling the sundry items and he also got 2 gold from Kijeong as support.

There were nine items that were dropped by users around level 25.

In Middle Earth, where equipment was already expensive, an armor that users around level 25 equipped needed to spend a fortune to buy.

Even if you resold used ones that have already been used, it would still cost dozens of silver.

‘How much money can one save at level 25? Maybe around 25 gold? Couldn’t it get up to 2 gold and 50 silver if I was really thrifty?’

Of course, Leeha himself, who used gunpowder and bullets, as well as long-ranged dealers who had to consume arrows would not be able to save that much.

‘Even if one managed to save 2 gold… the cost of a studded-leather armor, that a level 25 tanker can wear, costs 1 gold and 20 silver.

Since more than half of the saved money had already been spent on the armor, it was really not easy to get another one.

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It was also the reason why there were so many articles complaining about returning their equipment in the community.

In any case, Leeha properly used the Bargaining skill and collected a total of 4 gold.

He had about 40 sets of gunpowder and bullets in stock.

Even after adding the 200 sets given to him before, he only had 40 sets left, it meant that a large amount of gunpowder and bullets were used to create the makeshift claymore.

(To be continued…)