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◈ The Seven-Time Hero Goes Live ◈
Chapter 38: Side Quest (2) [Paid Start]
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[You have discovered a Sub Quest!]
Jun-il had somehow acquired a Sub Quest.
‘This...’
He had only done the Hero thing for seven runs. It was not as though he had played many games.
‘This seems good, though?’
- Whoa, damn.
- This?
- LMAOOOO
- Nice.
- An F-rank got this? LMAO
Judging by the Constellations’ reactions, it seemed fairly important.
Apparently, this was the secret of the Free Chapter.
‘A Free Chapter isn’t a break. It’s a period for doing Sub Quests.’
Free Chapters were actually a time to widen the gap.
The gap between passive Awakeners who sat around because no monsters appeared, and active Awakeners who tried to do something anyway.
The gift given to participants who actively got moving was this Sub Quest.
‘But why me?’
Jun-il could not understand it.
Sure, he was an active participant, but...
‘My luck has definitely been awful.’
Had his luck not been terrible so far?
Nothing had ever been solved through luck.
Just look at how his apartment, his entire fortune, had collapsed after getting hit directly by a plane.
This world hated Jun-il.
And yet this had suddenly dropped into his lap like a stroke of luck.
“So? Will you do me this favor?”
The elf asked again.
Jun-il thought for a moment.
He had been through far too much over thirty years as a Hero.
When luck like this came his way, he could not help but suspect it.
‘What are the chances this is a trap...?’
Elves were far removed from con artists.
If anything, they were so bad at lying that they made troublesome companions.
Then something the elf had said crossed his mind.
“You... feel warm. And I miss you. Have I seen you somewhere before? A familiar scent...”
It was what the elf had said while approaching him.
He had been a little flustered at the time and had not thought much about it.
‘Could this be...?’
His eyes turned to a system window.
[Inheritance of Incarnation ‘Hero - Yulian’]
[8.09% Complete]
The Inheritance of Hero Yulian.
It had progressed to around 8%.
Compared to when he had barely managed to use Mana Punch after collecting 1%, this was tremendous progress.
‘This is it.’
Jun-il realized.
The one cursed with bad luck now was Moon Jun-il, the human.
The one this world hated was also Moon Jun-il, the human.
But Yulian?
Yulian was the exception.
The 8% of Yulian inside Jun-il had moved the elf.
‘She senses Yulian?’
The elf had said Yulian gave her a sense of longing.
Then could she have come from the dimension where Yulian had been?
If so...
‘Does she know Maylin?’
Was she from the first run?
Maylin had interacted with elves often.
Perhaps this elf knew Maylin.
‘But I shouldn’t ask with the Constellations watching.’
Jun-il had plenty to think about, but he put those thoughts aside.
‘First, I’ll carry out the request.’
Right now, he was simply carrying out another job.
“Fine. What do you need?”
He accepted the quest and continued the conversation.
“It’s nothing difficult. Find something for me.”
Find something...
Sometimes, requests like that were harder than being asked to kill someone.
“What?”
“There’s dense demonic energy here. Find its source. I want to purify it.”
Demonic energy? If an elf called it demonic energy, it probably was not some ordinary monster.
“...If you can sense demonic energy that well, why don’t you find it yourself?”
- ?
- ??
- LMAOOOOO
- She’s offering you a quest, you bastard. LMAO
- Just take it~
- Picking a fight even when it’s handed to him LMAO
“There are too many sharp, irritating things here. It’s hard for me to walk around.”
“Understood. I’ll look for it.”
Ding!
[Sub Quest #1]
==== ====
Objective: Strong demonic energy is flowing from somewhere. Find its cause.
Reward: Unknown.
==== ====
The reward was not displayed.
But Jun-il already had one guaranteed reward.
“If I solve this, you’ll trade with me, right?”
A trade with an elf.
“Of course. I keep my promises.”
The elf nodded, then snapped her fingers.
Snap.
“Take this. It’ll tell you where the demonic energy is.”
It was a tiny spirit.
It could not hold a conversation, but it would kick up a fuss whenever it got close to demonic energy.
Piyooong~!
- Oh.
- Cute.
- LMAO
- So cute.
“Okay. I’m going.”
“You’re not going to ask how to use it?”
“Use what?”
“The spirit.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out when I see it.”
- LMAO where does that confidence come from
- Who reads manuals anyway LMAO
- Tsk tsk, he’s gonna get himself in trouble
- Yeah, alpha males don’t read manuals~
Despite Jun-il’s absurd confidence, the elf nodded.
“...Hmm. All right.”
The elf knew he meant it.
‘He’s unusual.’
To her, Jun-il was completely different from the humans here.
‘He knows.’
His reaction when he saw the spirit.
He naturally raised a hand and guided it onto his shoulder.
It was the movement of someone familiar with spirits.
‘I was definitely drawn here by the World Tree’s summons.’
In the end, she could only think this.
‘Is that man... the one the World Tree showed me?’
* * *
“Seriously, she could’ve just pinned it on Naver Map.”
Once he was away from the elf, Jun-il grumbled and pulled out his phone.
- For real LMAO
- What even is this LMAO
- This feels like a fucking grind quest
- The reward better be good.
- Agreed.
There was a village near this cemetery.
Jun-il checked the map to see how he could circle through all the roads.
Then the spirit the elf had given him suddenly made a strange noise.
“Keeng! Kking!”
“...You don’t like this either?”
The round spirit nodded.
It did not like the phone.
“Hah. Just bear with it for a bit.”
Jun-il examined the map as quickly as possible, memorizing the terrain.
Modern people would have been astonished by his ability to memorize geography, but...
‘It was basic in the Middle Ages.’
For Jun-il, who had lived as an adventurer in the Middle Ages for thirty years, it was far too familiar.
Whoosh.
He put his phone away and held out a hand to the spirit.
“Let’s go. I memorized it.”
“Piing~!”
- Ooh.
- As expected of a prestigious university student, damn.
- If your body’s no good, at least use your brain...
- He memorized all that???
- What is that memory, damn.
* * *
Even after memorizing the map, the search itself was a little boring.
‘I knew this would happen.’
When he checked the number of Constellations, they were gradually leaving now that the Sub Quest or whatever was no longer providing them with dopamine.
[Current Constellations Watching: 789]
The number had reached 850, but it was now down to 789.
- How long are you going to keep searching?
- I’m bored out of my mind.
- I’m gonna look somewhere else for a bit~
- Boss, I’ll go look around elsewhere ^^
- Tell me when you find it.
Then again, who would want to watch such a boring search process?
Jun-il understood, but...
‘I can’t let them leave just like that.’
The Constellations’ attention was Jun-il’s source of power.
The percentage of Yulian’s Inheritance changed according to how many of them were watching.
At the moment, even 1% was precious because his Inheritance was still so low.
‘Shop.’
So Jun-il opened the Shop.
Jingle!
[Eerie BGM]
[Playing]
Music that sounded like it belonged in a horror film began to play.
- ?
- ...?
- Huh? What is it? Is something there?
- Huh?
- Is something coming out??
The so-called Something Big Is Coming strategy.
With music like this playing, they would think something was about to happen and would not leave.
Jun-il walked once around the village along its outer trail.
“Ahem... Feels like something might come out.”
He muttered a pointless comment for good measure.
* * *
How long had it been?
- What the hell is it?
- When is the big thing coming? I’m getting pissed off.
- The BGM is still playing?
- When is it coming? I need to take a huge dump, but I can’t go, fuck.
- Fuck, is the BGM bugged?
Just as the Constellations were starting to realize they had been scammed...
“Booooo!”
The spirit suddenly darted around in every direction.
It meant demonic energy was flowing nearby.
- Ohhh, fuck.
- I’m telling you, BGM never lies. LMAO
- But can he even read the spirit? LMAO
- Damn.
- Something big is coming...!
- ???: I should’ve read the manual!
Spirits had their own unique means of communication.
The Constellations thought Jun-il would not be able to understand it properly, but...
“This way?”
“Piing!”
He quickly found the direction.
One of his companions during the second run had been an elf mage.
She had also used this kind of spirit when entering dungeons and such, so Jun-il knew how to read it.
“Hmm. I think it’s somewhere around here.”
After muttering as though it were a coincidence, he headed in the direction the spirit indicated.
The eerie BGM continued to build the horror mood.
“This is... a mountain again?”
He had thought it would be near the village.
Unexpectedly, it was in the mountains.
“If that was the case, the elf should’ve come herself. There aren’t even electromagnetic waves here.”
The forest was gradually darkening as the sun set, and the atmosphere was not particularly pleasant.
“Feels like something nasty might show up.”
By coincidence, the eerie music reached its climax right then.
Baam~ babam!
- Damn.
- Damn.
- Damnnnn.
- My heart’s pounding.
- Gasp.
- What is it, fuck?
The Constellations grew frantic.
‘Yeah. Just a coincidence.’
Jun-il grinned inwardly, pleased with himself.
But then...
- It’s coming.
- Here.
- Ugh.
- Gasp.
Rustle.
The bushes shook.
‘There it is.’
Whoosh.
Jun-il pulled out a Goblin Knife from his inventory.
‘What could it be? If it’s demonic energy the elf wants to purify...’
A figure emerged from the bushes.
“What, what is that!?”
It was just a somewhat haggard-looking man.
“W-why are you holding a knife like that!?”
Jun-il had unconsciously pointed the knife at him.
He hurriedly put it away.
“Ah... I got the wrong idea... Thought you were a Goblin.”
- Holy shit LMAO
- It was a person?
- Huh?
- Just a human.
“Are you an Awakener?”
“Yeah... Well...”
He was F-rank, so calling himself an Awakener felt a little questionable.
“Ahahaha. I see. I’m an Awakener too.”
“...Are you?”
“Yeah. I’m a mage. Hahaha. I’m lucky, aren’t I?”
Ding!
[B]
The mage confidently displayed his B-rank.
“Oh... B-rank... You’re fucking lucky.”
Jun-il was inexplicably a little annoyed.
- “Fucking” lucky LMAO
- Inferiority complex...
- Saying “fucking” to someone you just met LMAO
- Jun-il’s expression LMAO
- Isn’t this guy suspicious? The BGM hasn’t stopped.
- Anything’s better than F-rank. LMAO
- No, why is the BGM still playing? Isn’t he weird?
The Constellations suspected the man because of the BGM, but Jun-il had simply forgotten to turn it off.
The man’s voice rang out amid the suspicious music.
“What rank are you?”
Doo-doong!
Was it a coincidence?
The music suddenly became ominous.
“You don’t seem to be from around here. Let’s see your rank.”
The man’s attitude changed without warning.
What was with this guy?
“I came from far away. Seoul.”
“So, you. You didn’t come here to do anything strange, did you? Let’s see your rank.”
The man was openly threatening now.
- ???: Rank... Let’s see your rank...
- Gasp.
- Damn.
- Was the BGM all for this question?
- LMAOOOO the BGM, fuck.
“No, what strange thing would I do?”
“There are rumors in the village that men have been gathering in these mountains and plotting something... They say ghosts are roaming around too!”
“That’s an elf. I just met one.”
“What? Hah?”
The man scoffed.
“I said, what’s your rank?”
Ding!
In the end, Jun-il showed his rank.
[F]
- Gasp.
- F-grade coming-out?
- Ah...
- ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
- A ticket to the priority seats, damn.
“...!?”
The man was startled.
His expression was complicated.
It looked like he found it funny, yet could not laugh.
“Ah, F... Th-that’s a relief. You won’t be able to do anything foolish.”
He seemed relieved.
Jun-il asked him.
“But those men you mentioned earlier... The ones plotting something. Where were they seen?”
For some reason, he felt they were the ones the elf had mentioned.
“Somewhere around these mountains, near the cemetery. That’s all I know...”
“Are you looking for those people?”
Jun-il asked, glancing toward the spirit.
“Huh? Those people? No. What I’m looking for is...”
The man grinned.
Whoosh!
He drove a strangely curved dagger into Jun-il’s abdomen.
“A corpse.”
- ???
- Holy shit.
- Gasp.
- I told you! Fuck, BGM never lies! ㅠㅠㅠ
- You asshole.
- Ah...
- What the fuck??
He thought he had clearly stabbed him.
“Ah. But that isn’t a corpse. It’s my afterimage?”
“!?”
A voice came from behind him.
It was Jun-il.
- Nice <(_ _)/
- Gasp.
- Damn.
- Afterimage LMAOOOOO
- LMAO
- Behind you, rookie <(_ _)/
- He survived that?
- LMAO
- L4GS! L4GS! L4GS!
“You... You’re not F-rank?”
“I am. You saw it.”
“Then how...”
The man could not understand.
That movement from earlier was clearly not F-rank.
Even E-ranks were merely production classes with nothing to do with combat.
“Well...”
Jun-il struck a pose like Kang Hae-il.
“Rank is just a number.”
And he even added an item effect.
[Spring Flower Shalala Effect]
[10 Feelings (FL)]
Bright lights shone as flower petals scattered through the air.
- ?? LMAO
- Huh? LMAOOOOOO
- LMAO what is that effect, holy shit
- That’s Hae-il’s line, fuck
- LMAO
- You stole his line after stealing the Champion Goblin too!?
- He suddenly got handsome LMAO
- Did you have to steal this too to feel satisfied!?
- What is that impression LMAO
The man raised his skull-topped staff and shouted.
“B-bullshit! Who’d believe an F-rank bastard saying something like that!?”
- He has a point.
- Amazingly, an S-rank bastard said it.
- It’s more annoying when an S-rank says it. LMAO
- LMAO agreed.
Crack.
Jun-il rolled his wrists.
“Yeah. Yeah. No one ever believes it.”
The man’s skull staff gave off an eerie green glow.
In an instant, Jun-il’s figure lunged forward.
“Until they’ve been hit!!!”
The man’s jaw snapped sideways amid the falling flower petals.
Thwack!
- Nice.
- That felt so good!
- Fucking LMAOOOOOO
- Why is this screen so bright? LMAO
- ???: You’re the first person to turn my jaw.
- What is this effect? LMAO
- If you only believe after getting hit, does that even count as believing? I genuinely don’t know.
Footnotes:
“Shalala” is a Korean sound-symbolic expression for an over-the-top, dazzling, flower-filled flourish.
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