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Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 70: Lunar Eclipse (8)
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Elsewhere.
Viktor was in the middle of a fight.
“Khak...!”
“My, is that all you can manage?”
No, could this really be called a fight?
It looked more like a one-sided beating.
Jersian.
One of the New Kingdom's strongest fighters.
A pure-blooded vampire rated at A+ rank.
He had the experience and skill to easily trample a fellow pure-blood like Carmilla.
“How dare lowly livestock...!”
“Didn't I tell you? You can't touch me.”
He was strong enough that nobody would object to calling him a one-man army.
Of course, he was currently being toyed with by a single human boy...
“You're holding out better than I expected.”
“Huff, huff...!”
Jersian breathed heavily.
His pupils trembled, unfocused.
He couldn't even tell what was being done to him.
“Tricks...! What kind of tricks are you using?!”
He couldn't touch him.
None of his attacks could reach their target.
His Bloodcraft techniques missed, and when he swung a fist, it simply passed through.
The boy before him merely stood there calmly, offering little in the way of counterattacks.
“Tricks? I'm fighting fair and square.”
“How dare you mock Jersian?!”
Something was wrong.
The boy was clearly right in front of him, yet Jersian couldn't land a hit.
He seemed like a mirage, appearing here and there.
Jersian reflexively used Bloodcraft, but his arrows only pierced the walls.
“Damn it...!”
What was this?
What in the world was this?
What was he even fighting?
‘Has he really become a ghost...?!’
Jersian's eyes widened.
Though he staggered, he activated another technique.
As if he could no longer bear to watch, Viktor stomped on his face.
Crunch!
“Khuk...!”
“I have to wonder whether you possess any capacity to learn. How many times have you failed in the exact same way?”
The masked clown stood in midair.
A dark crimson aura writhed around him like a haze.
He held a pitch-black scythe, while an old crown floated above his head.
Ding!
[Skill Name: Nightmare Transformation]
-The user's body assimilates with nightmares.
-While the skill is active, the user receives the ‘Invincible’ status.
-Unrestricted flight becomes possible, and the user is freed from all physical forces.
A status window floated before him.
Beyond the blue screen, the clown looked down at the man.
Jersian was a complete mess.
“...”
“Ugh...”
The man who had once worn a neat suit was now clad in nothing but tattered rags.
The right arm torn off in their first exchange hadn't healed, only twitching weakly.
His stylish mustache was disheveled from rolling in the dirt.
Small wounds covered the rest of his body as well.
The clown gave the staggering man a cold remark.
“Pathetic.”
“Ghk, haa...”
“And that's all you've got.”
“A human...!”
“Aren't you ashamed? You're being utterly overwhelmed by a human. You still haven't even brushed my collar.”
“I'll kill... I'll kill you...!”
“Then. How?”
Shwaaak!
In the blink of an eye, the clown stood before Jersian.
The scythe he had swung had already hooked one of the man's legs.
Before Jersian could react, Viktor slashed down with the fragment of a stake in his hand.
Slice!
“Gaaaaah!!”
An ugly scream rang out.
After the heavy cutting sound, the severed surface sizzled and melted away.
Jersian could only writhe in pain.
“Gah, hhk, gaaah!”
“Good grief, you're loud.”
Thud!
The man sprawled helplessly across the ground.
A pitch-black object plunged into his face.
“Activate. Baseball Bat.”
Thud, smack! Crunch!
Without holding back, Viktor mercilessly caved in his face.
The harder Jersian screamed, the more force Viktor put into the bat.
For once, the masked figure's smile had vanished.
“So you're saying someone this weak acted like the strongest person alive in front of Her Highness?”
Crack, crunch! Thud!
His slack face was reduced to a bloody pulp.
The bat came down with every word Viktor uttered.
“Grrrk...”
In the end, Jersian could only twitch on the ground.
The man had been helplessly brutalized without even understanding why.
The clown looked down at him impassively.
His lower body had been cut apart, and his left arm had been severed. Only his right arm remained.
“Arrogant bastard.”
“...”
“Who the hell do you think you are, laying a hand on my master?”
Thud, thud.
Weak swings of the bat struck his face.
“A human like you, haak...”
“You're still saying that? You're persistent, I'll give you that.”
Jersian was strong.
He had simply faced the wrong opponent.
Viktor's uniquely bug-riddled movements combined with Nightmare Transformation, supported by an Agility stat that had ranked up seven times.
The three created incredible synergy.
Jersian could barely follow Viktor's movements with his eyes.
Reacting in time to block or counterattack was impossible.
‘Though there is a five-minute time limit...’
At least during those five minutes, Viktor could not lose.
No law of the world could touch him.
His ability stood out even more in a one-on-one fight.
“Human, human, human... You look down on humans so much, yet you can't even beat one boy much younger than you.”
Thud, smack!
The baseball bat swung back and forth again and again.
“I'd like to hear it one more time.”
“...”
“What was that about humans? What was that about our princess?”
“...Ghk.”
Slice.
Jersian's last remaining arm was severed.
He lay there as a ruined lump of flesh.
All of it had happened in less than five minutes.
“Whew... I finally feel a little better.”
Viktor took a deep breath.
His foot touched the ground, and the haze writhing around him faded away.
The promised five minutes had passed, and [Nightmare Transformation] was deactivated.
Crackle, sizzle.
The crown that had flickered with dark crimson light went out.
A moment later, the clown's legs wavered.
“I'm dizzy...”
The boy groaned and pressed a hand to his forehead.
It was the perfect chance to attack him, but Jersian had already lost the ability to resist.
“I...”
Though he had been reduced to pulp, his lips still moved.
Jersian struggled to say something.
“I lost...”
He muttered in a voice full of pain.
Was he going to beg for his life now?
“You only realized that now?”
“I admit it, human... You're strong. I... lost.”
“Even if you beg like that, I have no intention of sparing you, so give up.”
“Khk... Khehe...”
No.
Something was strange.
Instead of crying, the man wore a broad smile.
Soon, he burst into mad laughter as if he could no longer hold it in.
“Kahahaha! You idiots... This is why you humans will never amount to anything.”
“What, have you lost your mind? Did you finally go crazy?”
“Yes, I lost. I lost, all right...”
With torn lips, Jersian muttered through slurred words.
Madness gleamed in his barely open eyes.
“But... we won the war.”
“The war?”
“The ritual is already underway! By now, all preparations should be complete...!”
The man screamed through a throat boiling with blood.
Bubbling foam leaked between his lips.
“A weapon that will burn the continent will rise from this land...!”
His expression was full of certainty.
He seemed to believe that a War Colossus fused with ghouls would soon awaken and slaughter thousands.
“When?”
“...What?”
The clown asked Jersian without interest.
“When is this war weapon coming out?”
“Ha ha... No need to be impatient. You'll be wiped out soon enough!”
“So when?”
“Right now!”
“...”
“Right now!”
“...”
“Right now!”
“...”
“Right now...?”
Even after waiting for a while, nothing happened.
Viktor looked down at Jersian as though he were pathetic.
Jersian turned his head in confusion.
“H-How...? By now, the offering ritual should have been finished...”
His gaze slowly turned elsewhere.
The place where they had imprisoned the kidnapped villagers.
The cathedral.
Normally, a War Colossus fused from human flesh should have leaped up from there.
“...Huh?”
He let out a dazed breath.
The boy smiled, seemingly satisfied by that reaction.
“Hehe.”
It seemed Alice had carried out her role well.
She appeared to have safely led the kidnapped people outside.
The cathedral was now empty.
With no sacrifices to offer, the ritual naturally could not take place.
“What do you think?”
“...”
The boy taunted him lightly.
Jersian stared blankly up at the clown.
The corners of that white mask curled upward in delight.
“Did you really think I wouldn't see through your little plan?”
As if he were watching the funniest comedy in the world.
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