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Translator: Goku

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◈ I Became a Villain Perfect for Leveling Up

Chapter 035

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35. Rusty Clock Tower (3)

"......It's lighter than I thought."

Even though its size was reduced, the Beast's Hammer was still enormous, so I worried if I might not be able to swing it. But once I actually gripped it, I realized my concern was unfounded.

Just like its appearance in the game, when I centered its weight on the massive head and unleashed a Wheelwind, menacing continuous attacks became possible.

I even entertained the silly thought that perhaps someday, when I grew stronger, I could wield two hammers, as I passed through familiar alleyways.

"Kkeo-oooo-oo......"

I reached a street lined with slaves carrying gigantic grandfather clocks.

These guys, barely distinguishable from the dead, would ambush those attempting to enter the Clock Tower and turn them into slaves like themselves.

The individual might of each was not worth confronting, but if their numbers exceeded a hundred, it was a different story.

"...Hoo."

Having brought the Beast's Hammer for this very moment, I gripped its long handle tightly, ensuring I wouldn't lose it, and took a step forward.

"Kkeo-oooo-oo......!!"

As the oppressive sound of my footsteps spread, a slave carrying a clock, passing by, spotted me and immediately stumbled forward, charging.

Thwack!!

The fellow, struck by the hammer, was lightly crushed without even being able to resist.

Perhaps having heard the commotion, the slaves uniformly formed ranks and charged. I plunged into the heart of the enemy lines without hesitation.

"Hup!!"

With a shout, I swung the hammer in a fan shape, sending all enemies in its path flying.

Those swept up by the attack flew far, colliding with the ones following behind, and fell in a chain reaction.

The sight of slaves trampling over the fallen and charging evoked a zombie apocalypse.

If I allowed them even a single opening, I would surely die a cruel death.

"......"

For a moment, I considered letting them kill me to easily raise my level, but I quickly dismissed the thought.

Now that I had reached a level where I could accumulate experience without dying, I wanted to graduate from facing meaningless deaths.

Gripping the hammer tightly, I began to spin my feet as if dancing.

One revolution, two revolutions.

Soon, the massive whirlwind, having gained speed, unceasingly swept away all enemies it touched.

Wheelwind.

The existence of this technique allowed the Beast's Hammer to ascend as one of Desperado Reunion's Tier 1 weapons.

The overwhelming Strength correction value of S was a bonus.

It was the power of a colossal war hammer.

Slaughtering the clock-carrying slaves, I suddenly pondered if there were any other more overpowered weapons besides this one.

Any weapon receives grade correction values from C to S for Magic, Intelligence, and Strength stats.

For example, if an S correction value is assigned to Strength, then damage proportional to the Strength stat is further applied.

In that case... what kind of weapon would have many of the highest S correction values?

Thump-!!

I brought the hammer down at a right angle, crushing the slave to death as if playing Whac-A-Mole.

A weapon that, apart from practical use, could be called overpowered in theory...

".........Unforged Blade of Ember."

There was indeed one weapon that had S correction values for Magic, Intelligence, and Strength: the Unforged Blade of Ember.

However, there was one problem... its actual performance was incredibly crappy.

As could be expected from the modifier 'Unforged.'

An extremely short reach, no different from swinging a fist, and simple motions that merely repeated a single stab.

It was a weapon made for veteran players to mess around with.

But now that it had become reality, it was a different story.

Just as I was wielding the Beast's Hammer with movements impossible in the game.

The Unforged Blade of Ember would also have infinite ways to be used.

"Kreueeeek!!"

A slave, having approached right in front, was sent tumbling across the floor by the hammer's head.

The hundreds-strong horde had already been swept away by me, leaving only this one fellow.

《 Name: Dean Level: 64 》

I thought I had killed quite a few slaves, but my level hadn't risen even by 1.

Therefore, to at least recover the remaining experience, I approached the fallen fellow.

"Kiiik!! Kieeeek!!"

The fellow, long since having lost his humanity, hissed at me and desperately scrambled backward on all fours.

"Ha..."

A hollow sigh escaped me.

In the past, when I was Level 10, even dealing with one such fellow would have been tough.

Shouldering the hammer, I slowly pursued the slave who was backing away with shuffling steps.

"Kiiik!! Kiiiik!!"

Eventually, the fellow, his back against the Clock Tower entrance, hissed, threatening me.

Like a herbivore puffing up its fur just before death.

As if my past self was superimposed on that sight, I brought the hammer down without hesitation.

Crushed like a tomato by the heavy head, the fellow's blood spurted fiercely.

Something about the sight didn't satisfy me, so I struck him several more times, turning him into a crimson mass.

"......"

As I erased the fellow's form, as if erasing my past self, my excitement subsided, and I shouldered the hammer and opened the Clock Tower's door.

Soon, the interior of the building, smelling of stale dust, was revealed.

The first floor was far quieter than expected.

Aside from a massive lobby stretching out, it was an empty space with no people or signs of life.

Understanding why this place was called the 'Rusty Clock Tower,' I headed to the second floor via a dangerous staircase without a single railing.

If I continued up to the third floor, I could take an elevator that skipped the intermediate floors in one go.

Unlike the quiet first floor, the second floor featured a jazz bar with a macho atmosphere.

The delinquents of the underground city's back alleys... that is, the defeated hunters, had said that this place seemed to be the hunters' base.

"...Hmm? A new hunter?"

The man smoking a cigar, the jazz bar's sole customer, discovered me.

He exuded an overwhelming aura, pressuring me.

But I was not one to be overwhelmed by such a trivial atmosphere, so I tried to pass him and immediately head to the third floor.

"A spirited fellow, aren't you. Did you obtain that hammer after dealing with the Beast's Golem?"

The cigar-smoking hunter stopped me, as if intrigued.

In his voice, instead of the previously threatening tone, there was now interest.

"If the Primeval Hunter knew a rookie like you had arrived, he might even show interest."

"......"

He rose from his seat and raised a beer-filled glass to me.

I didn't know exactly what he meant, but it was clear that there was an underlying friendly sentiment.

"Are you going up? The atmosphere up there will be quite different from here."

He glanced at me with a probing gaze, then met my eyes, which were filled with malice.

"Hmph. For a guy like you, there's no need to worry. New hunter. Don't fall into despair and allow the abyss."

Having spent countless hours on the second floor, he finished with a heartfelt remark, then nonchalantly sat down and chugged his beer.

As if his past self had been the same, with regret.

Leaving the jazz bar, where discord became harmony, behind, I headed for the staircase leading to the third floor.

As the distance to the third floor gradually narrowed, the grotesque sounds of blood and flesh bursting grew in intensity.

In fact, the slaves knew that an unending slaughter continued in the Clock Tower. Perhaps that's why they were blocking the entrance.

...Since no slaves survived because of me, that was something no one would ever know.

As I took my first step onto the third floor, what unfolded was a scene worthy of being called hell.

A hunter repeatedly stabbing a knife dozens of times into someone already dead.

Hunters fighting each other, even with their left arms severed.

...And even a group of hunters raping a female hunter.

Into such an irrational battlefield, one even more irrational appeared, carrying a colossal hammer.

"......What is that? Is that a high-floor hunter?"

They stopped fighting as if enchanted, fixing their gaze on one man.

No one dared to rush in.

Because the man's single hammer instinctively made them realize the difference between him and themselves.

He passed through the blood-soaked hunters and quietly moved towards those raping the female hunter.

Unaware that darkness had fallen behind them, the men were obscenely thrusting their hips.

"...What? Who is it, interfering with us...?"

One man in the group reacted irritably, having sensed a presence. Soon, his face turned deathly pale.

For a massive war hammer and chilling eyes filled with emptiness were simultaneously glaring at them.

"You fucking-!"

The man belatedly tried to pick up the musket he had thrown on the floor, but the hammer descended faster than that.

Crunch! With a faint resistance, the man's head was dented, his skull caved in.

Blood and brain matter oozed from his distorted features.

"Die, you damn bastard!!"

A hunter, who had been stealthily approaching the man with the hammer, brought down a dagger gripped in a reverse hold, with a victorious smile.

I grabbed the hand of the fellow wielding the dagger and pulled, sending him tumbling to the floor.

"Kuh-hok!"

That a surprise attack would come. I had already fully grasped that.

No matter how loud it was, distinguishing the footsteps of someone approaching was not particularly difficult.

I placed the Beast's Hammer on the chest of the fallen fellow.

Ignoring the fellow whose ribs were progressively caving in from the weight, and pale fluid flowed from his nose, I drew Freud's Fang from my waist.

The sight of hunters rushing forward, unable to properly adjust their lower garments, filled me with disgust.

Their appearance, gaining perverse pleasure from acts that humans should not commit.

Made them appear as nothing but trash, lower than even villains.

Blood flowing from my palm seeped in, transforming it into its whip-sword form.

Soon, the uninhibited blade began to rage like a storm.

Severing the limbs of the one charging ahead, I stabbed the heart of the one following behind.

To the one who attacked by throwing a knife, I caught the incoming knife and threw it back.

In a brief, fleeting moment, less than 5 seconds.

The four hunters raping the female hunter became cold corpses.

Shaking off the blood on Freud's Fang, I approached the female hunter.

She had been tormented for so long that even with salvation arriving, her eyes held no focus.

"...Kill me......"

The female hunter, breathing in ragged gasps, pleaded with me to kill her.

"......"

For the only light she could find was the end of her suffering.

Respecting her wish, I acted to ensure she passed with the least possible pain.

"Tha...nk...you..."

Expressing her gratitude thus, she met the rest she yearned for without even finishing her words.

"...Rest."

After reaching out and closing her eyes, I lifted the Beast's Hammer that had been crushing the hunter's upper body.

By then, a silence had fallen over the third floor because of me.

I, exuding a scent of death even stronger than the dead, soon looked down at the hunters.

The number of remaining individuals was roughly around twenty.

"...Y-you may pass. We will... fight amongst ourselves."

A quick-witted hunter gave permission to use the elevator in the center of the third floor, but his opinion didn't reach me at all.

"Trash... must be disposed of."

...With that mutter, I shouldered the massive hammer and aimed Freud's Fang.

It was a declaration of war, signifying my intent to slaughter all the hunters on this third floor.

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