The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

Terrible Weed 2

"Dam."

Ahn Hyundo, the successor of Bonkuk Kumdo, one of the traditional swordsmanship training academies in Korea, pursed his lips in annoyance. In the dojang, hundreds of teenagers and adults were practicing Kumdo, chanting war spirit, or shimmering in Bonkuk Kumdo.

“Yatz!”

“Yatz!”

Ahn Hyundo could hear the echoing kihaps eruption produced by the sword contest.

Once you become a swordman, a notice will give you a clue as to which stage a Kumdo practitioner is at.

Ahn Hyundo was named the best Kumdo Master, recognized worldwide, already a four-time World Champion of Sword Science.

As Ahn Hyundo grew older, he retreated from the race and dedicated himself to training the next generation of Kumdo practitioners in the dojang, his hands and body never leaving the sword, not even a second.

“I've never seen anyone who's as diligent as him. I should have trained that kid right from the start. He has something, something that can surpass my talent. Plus he's got big guts.”

Ahn Hyundo used to feel satisfied because he had quite a number of competent apprentice children. They have enough talent to qualify for a medal in the World Sword Science Championship held every five years.

However, one day, the grand master's perception had reversed after seeing Lee Hyun.

...* * *...

1 year before!

A man about 20 years old visited the dojang Ahn Hyundo.

“Include, I'm Lee Hyun. I came here because people recommend this is the best dojang.”

"Son, have you ever held a sword before?"

"Not yet! That's the reason I'm here, to learn everything about swords.”

"Sure, you have to learn it. Study hard until you become a swordsman. Then we can see who is the best.”

Ahn Hyundo believed it was the end, and forgot the child for a while. Then one morning, he saw Lee Hyun swinging his sword under the sun.

Lee Hyun swung the sword for hours. His movements aligned with the breathing pattern, and his sword let out a beautiful sound. He had already reached the stage beyond the limits of a beginner.

Ahn Hyundo called his subordinate instructors and asked them about Lee Hyun, who turned out to be very active in training.

“Talking about that intern, he must have been possessed. I've never seen anyone crazier with sword training than him."

"How crazy is that kid?"

"Once he took the sword, he never let go of it, unless we take it from his hand."

“You have to take the sword from his hand to stop it?”

"Yes, Hyung-nim. If we leave him alone, he will swing the sword continuously until he is out of breath. The first day he joined the dojang, he continued swinging the sword until his palm was injured and full of blood.”

“He went too far.”

"Yes Hyung-nim. The exact same thing happened on the second day. He practiced the sword technique even though the blood dripped until it formed a callus, becoming his palm as hard as a rock. It was no wonder he reached this level so quickly."

“He's amazing!”

Ahn Hyundo chose Lee Hyun as his successor without telling him.

Talent and perseverance. The disciple had both advantages, and what really caught his attention was the naughtiness in his eyes. When Ahn Hyundo instructed his would-be successors to duel, his eyes shone with something distinctive.

It was the will of a true fighter, unable to be deployed by an ordinary human whose instincts had been castrated by civilization. He can find it in Lee Hyun.

It was still a trial period for him. Ahn Hyundo believes that it is too early to tell his plans to Lee Hyun, which might jeopardize his development. Therefore, the teacher had treated his student rather indifferently, motivating him with many goals and watching him from a distance.

One day, Lee Hyun stopped coming to the dojang.

Back to the present!

"Gee." Ahn Hyundo gave a rough sigh.

“I want to know what he's doing. I should have made him my successor while I still could."

...***...

While the person who was missed, Lee Hyun, was still struggling with his flagship game.

Weed faithfully took refuge behind Pale, he was researching the battle from a safe place.

"Irene, help me!"

“OK! Fireballs!" Romuna. "Holy power leads us to victory, Blessing!"

When Surka the paladin attacked the fox directly, Romuna, Pale and Irene attacked the fox from behind.

They rely on this strategy because the Surka level is seven, the highest among them, and the rest are beginners with relatively low lives and defenses.

The fox moves agilely from one place to another. He dodged Surka's punch with only slight damage, and his tail struck with a sudden twist, sometimes issuing critical and making Surka retreat.

With little stamina left, Surka often faced danger. Then, Irene would heal him quickly to recover his life and defense. While others attack the fox to distract him from Surka.

"They're good."

The cooperation of the four people was very compact.

They did not scramble for items or fight over trivial matters. It seemed, the chemistry among his party-mates had awakened from a long time ago. Perhaps they had teamed up in another online game before they moved to Royal Road.

Still, they had to be careful when hunting a level 5 fox.

Raccoons and rabbits are easy game animals, can be handled by Surka himself. But foxes are hard to handle alone.

Weed realized that the team was focusing on hunting foxes. He had only watched the ongoing battle for a while - until he thought he had seen enough of it.

His sharp eyes analyzed the movement patterns of the fox and Surka.

"It's easier than I thought."

They defeated the enemy by a ratio of 4:1. For Weed the movement of the fox was slow and easy to guess. He looked at it until he had enough faith. Then, he held the iron sword and decided to come attack.

Surka gave a small smile to Weed who was walking leisurely towards her.

“Be careful, Weed.”

"Good." The response was very short.

The monster within their reach was again a fox.

“I'll catch his attention first Weed, you attack later. When the fox almost died. "

Surka punched the fox, who jumped at her reflexively. Romuna, Pale and Irene showered him with attacks, both physical and magic.

As the fox's life plummeted to a third, Weed attacked.

He had little previous battle experience in virtual reality games, yet he had gotten used to hundreds of exercises using real swords. Plus, he had beaten up a scarecrow tens of thousands of times.

That Iron Sword made a white trail sparkle for a moment in the air. The fox looks stiff from the tip of a white, semicircular trail. Weed had set the timing of the attack so precisely that the fox could not even run from its attack.

Critical Hit!

The message window that only Weed could see appeared. It only appears when the resulting damage is doubled, the result of an effective attack and precise measurements.

A slash!

The fox was cut in half, then disappeared in an instant. He dropped two items. Fox skin and meat.

You can cook meat into steak by roasting it over a campfire, while fox skin is one of the most widely used ingredients for making clothes. The production process also requires special skills. Beginners rarely learn skills such as cooking and sewing. Generally these items will end up at the nearest grocery store.

“Good move! You're lucky this time.” Likes to grin contentedly while collecting items.

Pale and Romuna, who were preparing to use their most powerful spells in the event of a counterattack, were delighted with the success of their new team-mate.

“Weed, we will split the items we get when the hunting quest is finished.”

"Good."

“Then, I'll lure another fox. Everyone, get ready.”

"good. Bring the fox that has the most drop items. "

"Dam. You think it can be set yourself,” grumbled Surka pursed her lips.

He punched the passing fox, and pulled it closer.

"Fire ball!"

"Blessing! Healing Hand!”

Surka had a tough fight as the fox ran agilely. Pale and Romuna continued to corner the fox.

Weed's Iron Sword began to move when the fox's life was 40%. The sword shot out from its scabbard and struck the fox like lightning.

Swing!

Unfortunately the fox did not drop any items this time, even if the items he dropped were not very good.

For the third fox, the sword in action after his life was left was only 50%.

The critical hit did not explode again, so the fox survived Weed's first attack. After that, he made a series of attacks. The fox was eventually killed and dropped 1 item.

"What?"

"Something seems strange."

“It looks like we hunt fox much faster.”

"When Weed attacked them, they always almost died."

His party-mates detected their hunting patterns while hunting foxes again. Ever since Weed joined the party, their speed in fox hunting increased. After he unsheathed the sword, the fox was instantly mercilessly slaughtered. Then it vanished into a gray glint.

"What the fuck!" Pale's mouth gaped wide, unable to believe what he saw. Because Weed killed the fox so quickly even when Surka was busy attracting the attention of the new fox from afar.

Even though Pale did not shoot arrows though, their hunting speed hardly slowed down. The situation that could not be digested by the eyes of his team members occurred none other than because of Weed's status.

Originally, Weed had 10 strength points at the activation of his account, plus the 40 points he had gained from the Training Hall. He had divided the average of the stat bonus points earned thanks to leveling up to be level in strength and agility. Now, his strength and agility became 55 points, and stamina was 50 points.

In addition, Weed enjoyed 10 strong points of the iron sword he was wearing. To reach this level of strength just by leveling up, you have to reach level 11 and use all the stat bonuses into strength.

Moreover, Weed's agility, stamina, stats, and vitality far surpassed his current level. Weed was at level 3, for others it would take at least another 8 or 9 levels up to be on par with him. Currently he could even rival the average level of 30 knights. The more surprising fact was that Weed had raised the Sword Mastery skill to level 4 when beating up a scarecrow. The skill deals 40% more damage to the enemy.

Weed's Sword Mastery skill level was now 4 + 98%. When his skill reached level 5, the effects of his attacks would increase to 50%. Also, the iron sword that the instructor gave him was a very good sword compared to other swords of equivalent level. In short, a fox was nothing to deal with Weed.

"The sword must be rare equipment."

Pale was suspicious. Otherwise, they would not be able to explain Weed's abnormal strength. They were also beginners, so they did not understand how Weed knew the right time to attack.

In the battles in the virtual reality online game, as it was based on real movements, a martial arts maniac obviously had better knowledge than a layman.

Weed used the sword technique he had trained for an entire year, although only the footwork seemed trivial and invisible to the naked eye. They just feel that the iron sword is amazing.

"Good!" Excitedly, Surka pulled the foxes one by one.

Weed held the iron sword tightly. He was extremely excited as the sword techniques he had trained wholeheartedly proved to be productive.

“I can't waste a year of this. Attack!" he encouraged himself.

Critical Hit!

Weed was making consecutive critical hits. He can predict where the fox is moving and then attack just in time. A year-long workout that drains sweat and blood yields results.

"Yatz!"

"Yatz!"

A shout of spirit echoed from his mouth. He was immersed in his own fight, observing the foxes then attacking mercilessly.

Irene and Romuna giggled at the funny sight of Weed's serious behavior. Suddenly, the fox claw hit his chest.

"Healing hand!"

Weed's body was enveloped in a white light. Then he realized that, even before he received the blessing, his blood had only reduced slightly.

"Maybe--"

Weed called out to Surka, who was running to attract the other foxes,

“Surka.”

“What's Weed?”

“How much is your HP?”

"150, why?"

“Oh, no. I'm just curious."

A fox can deal maximum damage of 15. Without any defense, Weed was always exposed to maximum damage, but his own life points exceeded 700.

“OK, Surka. How about I open the attack now?”

“Are you sure it's okay?”

"Yes. So, you keep pulling the fox. Romuna and Irene could not go far because their stamina was quickly depleted. Pale, can you shoot foxes in the distance to lure them here?" In an instant Weed had been cast as the leader of the party.

"Of course."

"Then, Pale, please help Surka lure the foxes here."

Weed moved wildly. When Surka ran back, she was hit by the fox's damage, she was immediately on healing. The fox that was lured by Pale's arrow instantly died in an instant by his sword. Weed reached level 4. He decided to allot the entire stat bonus points in agility.

The higher the agility, the easier it is to dodge enemy attacks and the more likely you are to be able to injure the enemy. This also can not be separated from the supervision of his eyes are observant and the measurement of the right time.

The Iron Sword Weed had was great for a beginner, providing extra strength. So he boldly distributed 5 points in agility, instead of adding strength.

The hunt continued quickly, Romuna and Irene could not believe their luck. They have never experienced such a fantastic hunt.

“Surka, bring more foxes here.”

"Ready! Just leave it to me. You can concentrate fully on fishing for it."

Surka is busy pulling foxes into their territory with Pale.

If Weed hunted on his own, he had to go around looking for monsters and often took breaks to recharge his stamina when it ran out. Now he had a party that provided bait and a priest for him, thus speeding up the pace of hunting.

"So it's like hunting with a team." Back when Weed played Continent of Magic, he was always surrounded by monsters alone.

Weed used to enter dungeons inhabited by monsters and fight them as he pleased. He logged in day and night until he ran out of potions and herb.

His inventory had been filled with items so many that it disrupted his movements. The monsters surprised him from all directions. Weed had also fought in a monster siege. He had killed so many monsters and instead he had also been killed so many times.

Weed felt that a party was very different from how he used to play. The party felt more effective, and he felt happier. Soon their strategy backfired.

"Yahoo!"

Surka made a fatal mistake. When he tried to lure the fox, he accidentally caught the attention of the wolf.

Surka shouted loudly as she ran, "Lariii, everyone!"

Grrraaaau!

The wolf chased Surka quickly. His sharp teeth drooled. While the others were still shocked, Surka continued to be attacked by wolves. He was faster than a fox, and easily beat Surka.he could only give up waiting for death.

“I'll save him. You all run first. With the power of Holy Spirit, heal his health. Healing Hand's!" Irene, a priest, refuses to leave him, and he continues to cast Healing Hand to charge the depleted Surka.

"Damn!"

After thinking for a while, Pale began to temper the wolf. One, two, three shots. As soon as he filled the arrow in his bow, he immediately shot it. Multiple Shots, his handling skills, flew towards the wolves, but only caused minor damage.

Now that the wolves had marked the entire party as enemies, it would attack Irene and Pale after finishing off Surka.

Weed's eyes sparkled brightly, he removed the iron sword from the sheath and attacked.

"Can I kill him? Why not!"

Initially, the teeth and claws of the cerebala look threatening. Weed was sure that the wolf would jump and crush him, not claw and bite him madly.

"Step over my body before anyone else!" Shouted Weed as he approached the wolf.

Weed didn't expect the wolf to understand what he meant, but as if it had the instinct that the deadliest enemy had just appeared, his eyes turned to focus on Weed.

Grrrrrr!

The wolf jumped straight towards Weed. Weed rolled to the right agilely, opposite to the direction of the wolf attack and then swung his sword. But damn the wolf's teeth almost slit his throat. That damage had slashed his 80 HP points.

“Weed, run! Where I run out, I cannot help you with Healing Hand!” Shouted Irene. "Dam. Priest what kind of woman can't manage mana by herself?” Mumbled slowly.

Since Irene was fully assigned to healing, she should always have sufficient mana reserves in case of an emergency. Otherwise, one could have died, or in his worst-case scenario the entire party would have faced death.

Weed thought Irene must have had a plan when she wanted to save Surka. However, the thing she had as a priest from birth, was only her heart. The current conditions did not give Weed time to blame him.

The wolf growled furiously at Weed.

After several fireballs, Romuna no longer had any magic power. Apparently, he's out of mana.

Only Pale was left and archery from afar. The wolf seemed to be covered in wounds and blood, yet what Pale was doing seemed to only add to the wolf's anger.

“Here you fuck!” Weed swung the sword and faced the wolf.

Auuuu!

While howling, the wolf jumped towards him. At that time, Weed's body poses and movements changed drastically. His legs were fixed on the ground while his waist and shoulders moved forward and backward. Like a breeze, Weed dodged the wolf attack.

“It would be very stupid if I died here.”

Weed was able to predict the wolf's next move, and he didn't want to get hurt. "I know I can beat him."

Weed loosened his grip on the sword on purpose.

Auuuu!

The wolf groaned in pain. Even if Weed had sacrificed a little of his strength for higher agility, the damage given by his sword was enormous.

"Damn!"

Weed was also injured every time the wolf clawed at him. HP also dropped to 200. Weed was seen bathing in his own blood.

“Sorry, Weed! I can't help it. He's too fast!” Pale's low agility made his attack impossible to hit the wolf, which moved at lightning speed.

“I will also fight.”

Surka approached Weed. He was already injured when being chased by wolves, his HP was even lower than half. With trembling legs Weed said, "Now listen to me. You all run to safety while I can protect you."

“But--”

“That's the only chance now, fast!"

Pale and Surka looked at each other, but their feet showed no sign of leaving.

Weed muttered weakly, “Dumb base! What's the point of sacrificing yourself for a stranger?"

Pale tried to hold back the crying.

In fact, Weed could have avoided death if he wanted to. He could run from the wolf towards the gate of the fortress where the guards would protect him from the threat. Instead, Weed stepped forward, raised his sword, and faced off against the wolves in favor of his party-mates, whom he hadn't known a few hours ago.

“Weed.” Surka's eyes are glazed. He felt guilty as well as touched by Weed's heroic actions.

Weed looked at the wolf and then shouted loudly. “If you want to stay here, stop it. I will do my best to fight the wolf. But you need to get out of here as soon as I get killed."

"Yes." Yeah."

“Promise me, you guys have to go.”

"All right."

Surka and Pale went and watched the fight remotely. Weed fought fiercely against the wolves, who became formidable opponents.

Weed's HP dropped to 150 and soon dropped to 70. His sword swing continued to miss the wolf.

The wolf shed so much blood that a single blow could kill it, but Weed had failed so far.

Irene and Romuna realized that Weed's HP had finally reached the last moment, below 10% .

Pale's heart was pounding, and Surka was sitting. They tried to attract the wolf's attention, but he knew Weed was his priority at the moment, completely ignoring the other players.

One more blow from the wolf then Weed would die.

If Weed was killed, he would lose some items from his inventory, he would also drop 1-2 levels. And his access was denied entering Royal Road for the next 24 hours, all because Weed decided to sacrifice his life to save a group of strangers.

The wolf sneered, feeling that he was superior to his mortal enemy.

Grrrrr!

When the wolf jumped to kill Weed with its last attack, Weed's previously missed sword slash finally tore through the wolf's bones.

In front of Weed's eyes, a row of message windows appeared.

Level Up!

***Sword Material: Level 5

Strenght :+50%

Agility :+15***%

New Skill: Sclupting Knife!

So much EXP flowed from the wolves that his level had increased to 5. Weed shook his head while muttering a little. “What does it look like about that Handicraft skill?"

"Stat Window!"

• ***Identification: Level 1.0%

Effect: Allows you to learn the original value of an unidentified item***.

Mana consumption: 30.

• ***cluptor: Level 1.0%

Effect: Allows you to sculpt different types of sculptures. Artwork with high artistic value is very valuable. It is easier to win the heart of a girl***.

• ***Repair: Level 1.0%

Effect: Allows you to repair weapons and shields. After increasing above level 5, you can forge weapons like new***.

• ***Handicraft: Level 1.0%

Effect: Has extra effect on different kinds of handicraft skills and sword mastery***.

• ***sword Mastery: Level 5.0%

Effect: Increase attack power and punch rate through sword***.

• ***Sclupting Life: Level 1.0%

Effect: Allows you to engrave the invisible, the intangible***.

Consumption mana: 50 per second

Legend has it that Grand Master Zahab accidentally discovered the path of truth when he practiced sclupture mastery, that sculpture is an art that can create things as the scluptor wishes. Zahab's secret technique was passed down to his successors.

Weed checked the skill window and shook his head in disbelief. "I need to try this Knife Sclupting technique to find out the truth. But swallowing too much mana. At my current level, I can't hold it for more than two seconds. The wolf is dead anyway."

"Ohhhhh!" Weed collapsed, his face deathly pale. Then Pale, Irene, Romuna and Surka ran towards him.

The first words Weed said to his teammates were, "Surka, are you okay?"

“Weed.”

Irene and Romuna were almost crying. Surka who could not make her cry immediately broke into tears. Pale, the only man besides Weed could only be silent, his heart filled with emotion.

If the HP player drops below 10%, it will not be long to die to pick him up.

Within a minute, Irene recovered some mana, instantly using Healing Hand to save Weed from death.

"Thank you, Irene."

"Happy, Weed."

The view between Weed and Irene warmed up, a sign that she was starting to love Weed, as well as Romuna and Surka.

What was even more shocking was that Pale greeted him with respect and admiration that the archer had never shown before.

"Let's move on" Weed said as he felt better.

"Are you right, you feel better?"

"Yes. I'm healthy and strong." Weed rolled up his sleeves to show his muscles.

Surka did not want to make the same mistake, determined to win.

Weed's party broke the record of 60 foxes in the next 4 hours.

Romuna, Irene, Pale, and Surka all leveled up, as well as Weed, who reached level 6. Weed distributed all the stat bonus points in agility.

"Gee. Nice.” Romuna was very excited to see from the sweat that flooded her face because of excessive use of mana.

“We have to log out now. We have to go to the academy in the morning,"

“We have to gather and hunt again. You'll be here tomorrow, won't you?” Romuna asked Weed, who was nodding small.

“Can I add you as a friend?” Ask Surka.

Pale and Irene grinned.

"Yes." Yeah." Weed added them to his Friends List, and said goodbye.

"This is your part."

Weed received three silvers as they distributed the drop of hunting items. After they left, he continued to hunt more foxes.

This was the reason he was lazy to form a party. When the situation gets worse, everyone leaves.

Weed hunted monsters until he had an hour left before sunrise. He ignored the low level monsters like raccoons and foxes, he started leaving the border of the Citadel to enter the depths of the forest where the wolves were.

Auuuuu!

A group of wolves appeared. They slowly approached Weed who was walking alone, their eyes sparkling with pleasure.

The Royal Road system allowed monsters to level up by killing fellows or killing players, so the wolves craved a single player. However, as the wolves looked into Weed's eyes, they instinctively shivered.

"The eye-"

"This man does not consider us his enemies."

“She only considers us EXP.”

“EXP is good. A good item. That's what he wants from us."

The wolf knew Weed's intentions. And his warrior instincts frightened them.

A rival!

A rival!

They quickly turned around to escape.

"How dare you leave before me!"

Iron Sword knew no mercy and Weed knew no honor. He openly stabbed the back of the fleeing wolves, cornered them then slashed at them mercilessly.

"Basic bastard, Go ahead!"

The moment the sword slashed through the air, one wolf would die. Quick and merciless. The incredible Sword Mastery Weed terrorized the wolves. Then why would he have to fight so hard against a wolf when with his team members?

By the time the inevitable death came, Weed's attack finally hit the wolf and finally won. In the eyes of his team members, Weed was very lucky. This secret was only known to Weed.

Weed had finished slaughtering the wolves when the sun came up. He left the hunting field and went to the foreman Counselor Rodriguez.