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chapter 39
Hanbit immediately opened his title list.
One more line had been added beneath the title of the 55th Recorder.
[55th Recorder]
The experiences accumulated by the Recorder are unlocked.
1. Proficiency in all skills you have experienced accumulates at an extremely fast rate. Performance is enhanced proportionally to the depth of experience.
2. All spirit affinities are activated, and the effects of spirit power increase exponentially.
3. You are freed from the equip and usage conditions of all items you have previously used.
(However, performance reduction due to stat differences is maintained, though minimized.)
4. Unlocked (Keyword: NPC)
Considering everything up to now, it was easy to guess what was possible.
The word written under the locked keyword of the title had been ‘Item.’
Given the long life of repeating the 55th run, it was harder to find items he hadn’t used before.
This greatsword, too, bore a master craftsman’s inscription on the hilt that he knew all too well.
‘The weight’s just right.’
He had heard that forcibly equipping Strength-based weapons carried a weight penalty.
But Hanbit’s title neatly nullified that penalty.
Even if performance was reduced, it didn’t matter anymore.
As long as he could grip it and swing it, that was enough.
Whooo—
[The wind spirit Sylph shows curiosity.]
A message appeared along with the wind gathering around the greatsword.
Hanbit took his stance, gripping the greatsword with both hands.
“I don’t want this to end boringly.”
Trigger muttered a short sigh.
Spinning his dagger lazily, he asked in a scornful tone,
“Want me to lend you a cheap sword? Fight with that instead?”
“Why are you so long-winded? Shut up and come at me.”
“Haa, so you’re the stubborn type.”
Trigger sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed.
Then he straightened his daggers and said,
“This isn’t fun anymore. Just die.”
Tap—!
He kicked off the ground and closed the distance in an instant.
Bang—!
Watching his movement, Hanbit drove the greatsword into a crack in the ground.
Planting his hand on the hilt, he jumped upward.
Whoosh—!
Trigger’s dagger skimmed past him by a hair’s breadth.
Using his speed, Trigger stepped off the wall and followed up.
Hanbit’s chant spilled out at the same time.
“Fire Burst!”
Boom—!
The fireball flying straight ahead exploded immediately.
But Trigger crossed his two daggers and blocked it.
‘Those are pretty good.’
Good weapons could be used defensively as well.
Especially the blue glow carried by those daggers reminded Hanbit of a certain material.
Magestone, which increased mana conductivity.
Coincidentally, it was something Hanbit needed.
“That wasn’t bad.”
Trigger’s cooled enthusiasm flared up again.
Rather than the commission, he was clearly seeking the thrill of battle.
That kind of blind emotion was perfect to exploit.
Creak—
Hanbit pulled the greatsword from the ground.
He felt the wind wrapping around him.
“That won’t work, you know? Even my daggers could break that.”
“You won’t know until you try.”
Ignoring the warning, Hanbit stepped back and took his stance.
It was to prevent Trigger from noticing the gathering wind.
“Fine. I’ll break that first, then.”
Giving up on persuasion, Trigger nodded.
For the sake of fun, destroying the greatsword was the conclusion.
Shhk—
He shifted his stance, loading power into his back foot.
Then he kicked off and charged straight in.
Unlike his previous attacks, this movement focused purely on power.
Reading the timing, Hanbit kicked forward.
Tap—!
“That won’t work!”
Seeing Hanbit swing the greatsword and turn to offense, Trigger snorted.
Rotating his body to add force, he slashed horizontally with both daggers.
Clang—!
The attacks aimed at each other’s blades collided with a sharp sound.
Giiiiing—!
The twin blades and the greatsword ground against each other, producing an ear-grating noise.
A brief contest of strength.
With an intrigued expression, Trigger forcefully shoved his opponent away.
Tap—!
Using that force, Hanbit retreated.
Trigger quickly followed.
Clang—! Ka-kang—!
The two daggers crossed as they flew in at high speed.
At a glance, Hanbit seemed pressed on the defensive.
But his eyes remained calm.
Tap—!
Each time Trigger’s twin blades rushed in, Hanbit deliberately stepped back as if being pushed.
He blocked the attacks at precise timings, maintaining a razor-thin distance.
A battle that seemed one-sided refused to end easily.
-The attack speed’s insane. LOL
-But how is he blocking that?
-Black Dragon, one slip and you’re dead.
-Why is he still using that greatsword just fine?
-Huh?
-This is a bug.
‘What the hell did he do?’
Trigger thought as he pressed the assault.
The greatsword, which should have shattered easily, didn’t even show a crack.
Moreover, his relentless attacks strangely failed to land any solid hits.
Whoosh—
As the exchange continued.
The wind around the greatsword in Hanbit’s hands grew stronger.
Even Trigger, up close, sensed something off.
“You think I’ll let you use that?”
Tap—!
As if to strike first, he stepped in aggressively.
Whoom—!
As if he’d been waiting for it, Hanbit stepped forward instead and swung the greatsword upward.
“Ugh!”
Caught off guard by the large movement, Trigger twisted his body to evade.
And then—
Whoosh—!
The greatsword in Hanbit’s hands was thrown straight into the air.
“…?”
The action defied common sense, causing Trigger to hesitate.
In that instant, Hanbit closed the distance.
“That’s pointless!”
Trigger stabbed forward with lightning speed.
Having already read the motion, Hanbit tilted his head lightly to avoid it.
Then he grabbed Trigger’s arm and shoulder and kicked off.
Tap—!
It happened in an instant, too fast to properly react.
Trigger belatedly tracked Hanbit with his eyes as Hanbit used him as a foothold to leap upward.
Tap—!
In midair, Hanbit caught the falling greatsword’s hilt with both hands.
Taking his stance, he brought the blade down in a single stroke.
“Crazy…!”
It was already too late to dodge.
Trigger’s eyes widened as he crossed both daggers to defend.
Clang—!
A thunderous sound erupted where the blades met.
At that moment—
Whoom—!
A violent gale slammed into Trigger’s body.
“Ugh!”
Overwhelmed by the crushing force, he staggered backward.
In the process, he lost one of the daggers in his left hand.
“Yeah, this is good.”
Hanbit’s voice sounded from the ground where he’d already landed.
Looking up, Trigger saw his own dagger in Hanbit’s hand.
He had switched weapons with the greatsword.
“…You’re holding a bound weapon?”
Trigger’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The dagger had been crafted through a quest and was bound to him.
Another player shouldn’t even be able to hold it, let alone use it.
-?
-Bound?
-How is he holding it?
-This is a bug.
-Yeah, this one’s definitely a bug.
-Everyone, praise Sylph too.
-So cute.
-Spirits are busted.
The equally shocked viewers were convinced this was a real bug.
It was an inevitable reaction for those who didn’t know the title’s effect.
“You’ve got something with spirits, don’t you?”
After thinking it through, Trigger reached a conclusion.
Ignoring stat penalties in attacks.
The involvement of wind wasn’t a coincidence.
The wind spirit skill Black Dragon had obtained must have been negating equipment stat penalties.
If it was an unexplored spirit power, it could even affect binding conditions.
“That’s completely broken.”
He laughed, sounding both amused and incredulous.
Then he took his stance again.
“I don’t know what else you’re hiding… but let’s keep going!”
Boom—!
Black smoke erupted with a loud blast, surrounding Hanbit.
Shhk—
A presence was felt behind him.
At the same time, Trigger emerged from the smoke.
Whoosh—!
Focusing his senses, Hanbit leaned his body slightly back.
Trigger’s dagger sliced through empty air in front of him.
In an instant, Trigger passed by and vanished back into the smoke.
-4th-rank skill, damn.
-So fast.
-Busted.
-Assassination skills, as expected.
-I’m going to unlock this route right now.
‘It’s a troublesome technique.’
The skill Trigger was using was difficult to deal with.
A single mistake could mean death.
Whoosh—!
Whoosh—!
Trigger kept striking from within the smoke.
But not a single attack even brushed Hanbit’s clothes.
-?
-How is he dodging?
-He hasn’t been hit once.
The viewers were astonished by the dodges, but the result was natural.
‘A few years wouldn’t be enough.’
Assassination required completely concealing presence and killing intent.
Trigger hadn’t met those conditions.
Even if he learned the skill through the system, he lacked the time to reach true mastery.
Whoosh—!
Whoosh—!
Despite the situation going off-script, the attacks continued silently.
An ordinary person would have shown frustration by now.
Seeing his movements and demeanor, it seemed he had trained and struggled plenty in his own way.
Tap—
Footsteps sounded again.
Hanbit reacted instantly, tightening his grip on the dagger.
The moment Trigger’s body emerged from the fog—
He poured all his strength into a downward slash.
Crunch—!
“Ugh!”
The attack struck squarely into Trigger’s right shoulder.
The shock from his own weapon was no small thing.
After all, it was a dagger crafted with considerable time and money.
Shhk—
The fog from the skill slowly began to dissipate.
Retreating quickly, Trigger stood holding only one dagger.
‘He’s not even using a potion.’
The pierced shoulder hadn’t healed yet.
The fire of confidence still burned fiercely in his eyes.
“This is fun.”
Despite being at a clear disadvantage, Trigger smiled widely.
-?
-Edgelord;
-“This is fun” (while getting destroyed)
-He’s crazy, so it’s kind of fun. LOL
Viewers mocked the out-of-place reaction.
But Trigger genuinely looked like he was enjoying himself.
“Let’s go again!”
Tap—!
With the dagger in his left hand, he kicked off and closed in once more.
Dark energy flickered around his body.
Whoosh—!
He spun his body, adding force to the attack.
Reading the trajectory, Hanbit angled his dagger in place.
Giiiiing—!
The blades collided head-on with a sharp screech.
The deflected dagger slid and headed toward Trigger’s left shoulder.
Thud—!
“…!”
The left shoulder was pierced clean through.
Without letting go of the dagger, Hanbit pressed forward.
Bang—!
Trigger was slammed back against a nearby wall.
“What are you, really?”
He didn’t look panicked.
It sounded like a genuine question.
“What do you think? I’m a player.”
“Well, not like you’d tell me.”
At the flippant answer, Trigger closed his eyes briefly, then opened them.
Glancing at the dagger lodged in his shoulder, he said,
“You know what’s good about games? You don’t feel pain.”
Crunch—
With a sickening sound, Trigger twisted his body.
In an instant, his left shoulder was severed as he jumped backward.
Gulp—
Pulling a potion from his inventory, he quickly swallowed it.
His right shoulder, which had been only lightly wounded, visibly healed.
“Let’s go again.”
Tap—!
With the dagger in hand, Trigger charged once more.
The attack thrust rapidly toward Hanbit’s neck.
But one hand was hopelessly insufficient against him.
Whoosh—!
Hanbit lightly evaded and slipped under Trigger’s left side.
Twisting his body, he drove the dagger straight into Trigger’s chest.
Thud—!
“Crazy….”
Trigger’s eyes widened as his heart was pierced.
Shhk—
With a short word, his body began to blur.
Just before completely disappearing, Hanbit saw his expression.
He was smiling with even greater interest than before.
