The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

Destiny Barbeque

Counselor Rodriguez was deeply disturbed, "Aihh!"

It was the sixth day Weed waited for the appearance of the Counselor in front of his residence. The counsellor himself has been aware of the arrival of uninvited guests since his first day. He bet Weed was still busy serving customers.

"I have to find out about this man and what he wants from me." Although very lazy, on the sixth day Counselor Rodriguez finally could not resist his curiosity and began to move from his residence.

“Hai, stranger. I'm Counselor Rodriguez. What do you want to give me for days waiting?”

"Wow! Counselor out!"

"Really! That's the Counselor!"

"Counselor Rodriguez, Star of Wisdom!"

Weed's crowd was shocked to see his appearance.

Wise people like Counsellors have something in common: they don't want to be disturbed. Especially when a stranger claims that he brought something to give in person. Counselor Rodriguez finally shows up outside the gate.

Weed took the blue bird-patterned handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the counsellor, "This is why I waited for the last 6 days, counselor."

Counselor Rodriguez's eyes were teary. “This, this is Queen Evane's handkerchief. Too many eyes and ears here, what if you go in first, young traveller?”

"All right, consort. Sorry guys! I'm closed for today!” Weed smiled brightly as he sent out his stall.

"No way!"

"I want to see too!"

The crowd shouted out in protest, some of them even complaining of missing the historic moment, but neither Weed nor Counselor Rodriguez cared. The counselor was busy bringing his guests to the manor.

“Now it is safe. Anyone who carries this handkerchief has the privilege of knowing one thing from me.”

“Yes I understand mr.”

Counselor Rodriguez! He publicly stated that anyone carrying property belonging to Queen Evane was allowed to meet with him. Weed had given her a handkerchief.

“Say, wanderer. I'll listen."

Counselor Rodriguez's sincere voice sounded like a wise man when faced with others in distress. The consultant is just pretending. Even though Queen Evane's gloves were precious to her, she had no intention of helping Weed. Doesn't that mean he'll break his own promise? Not particularly.

The concubine urged Weed to talk, adding that he would listen to anything from her. What the counselor really wanted was to know what Weed was worried about, to satisfy his curiosity, that was all. He never intended to provide a solution regardless of what problem Weed had.

Many players had been tricked by Counselor Rodriguez in the same way. He always plays tricks on them, then avoids giving the answers they are actually looking for.

In addition to his noble title Star of Wisdom, the consort is also known by the nickname Dead End Quest. Weed would not be fooled by similar tricks. Because from the beginning, he did not trust Counselor Rodriguez.

A human being is very weak. That was how Weed felt for a year of preparation before playing Royal Road, a weak will and a body that always wanted to find comfort. Weed never trusted himself, so why should he trust Counselor Rodriguez whom he had never known before?

"Will there be any difference if I tell you about my problem?"

"What do you mean, traveller?"

"Will you give me a solution after hearing my explanation, counsellor?"

“Itu--”

“Then I refuse to explain anything. It just makes my tongue tired."

The counselor frowned. He acted as if his sincere desire was being harassed by Weed's attitude.

"Ehm, Weed. Tell me now, you have the freedom to tell me whatever's on your mind. You brought me Queen Evane's gloves, and said what you had in mind was your right." The counsellor persuaded him with words that sounded very sincere.

'I'll make him talk.'

Unfortunately Weed was more ingenious than the people Counselor Rodriguez had cheated before.  Weed asked for final confirmation. "Counselor, will you give me an answer to my problem if I explain it to you?

"..."

"I will remain silent until you give me a way out."

"Eh, listen to me, Weed."

“It looks like Queen Evane's handkerchief is a priceless thing, Mr. Counselor. I thought it was a precious thing for you. Should I take it back?”

“Take it and go from here!”

"certain. May you be healthy always, wise counsellor."

When Weed actually took the handkerchief and turned around, Councillor Rodriguez raised both his hands into the air a sign of surrender.

"Wait on! I promised you directly that I would give you advice when I finished hearing your troubles. I've promised to advise anyone who carries Queen Evane's belongings. So as long as it's within my capabilities, I will. ”

“Will master make an oath of allegiance?”

“Sure. But instead you have to help me someday."

Weed considered the appointment and request of Counselor Rodriguez, only to agree. "Agreed."

The counselor grinned happily. “What are your concerns, Weed? Trivial problems may not make you willing to wait for the last few days.” Counselor Rodriguez has his own plan behind his question.

'Who cares about you? How dare you humiliate me to make a promise with a lowly creature like you! Give you a way out? Sure was! But my answer will be full of deceit, deviating from the original answer in return for your actions.'

The counsellor would definitely reply to Weed upon hearing a question from him. If Weed wanted to find someone, he would answer like a niece of his nephew the mother-in-law of his husband's sister on the mother's side who turned out to be blood, at the end of which he had to find himself. If Weed wanted to find a place, he would answer a very distant place with a similar name.

'Keke!'

Whether Weed was suspicious or not of Counselor Rodriguez's deception, Weed finally made his point. "I'm confused as to what profession to choose."

"Profession? Oh so you don't have it."

"Not yet, Mr Counselor."

Counselor Rodriguez chuckled. It was much more trivial than he had predicted. He thought Weed would ask about the location of the secret dungeon, or Rosenheim's future policies. A good Dungeon will benefit its inventor, and knowing state policy is valuable if you know how to use it.

Suppose you find out in advance that the royal court is planning to develop a southern province next year, you can secure commercial rights in that province first and withdraw huge profits from it.

Personal recommendations on what profession to choose are straightforward for Counselor Rodriguez.

"I can't believe such a small problem can bother you. You don't need to consult me. I suggest you visit the intelligence department. 6 days wasted, Weed."

"I have a suggestion that you can give me the best advice."

"good. I would recommend you the perfect profession! Show me your stats."

"Yes sir."

Weed displayed the statistics window for the first time since he struggled to improve his stats in the Training Hall.

"Statistics Window!"

Character Name: Weed's

Guild : Neutral

Level 13

Profession: Not Existing

Name : None yet

HP 960

Where :100

Strength: 55

Agility 105

Vitality: 50

Wisdom: 10

Intellect: 10

Stamina :89

Fighting Spirit 67

Charm :0

Luck :0

Leadership :0

Art : 23

Attack 19

Defense 5

The Magic Resistance:

Fire: 0%

Water: 0%

Earth: 0%

Black Magic: 0%

Weed had been working hard day and night, and had only reached level 13. He could hunt wolves in no time now.

"Oh god!" Counselor Rodriguez was stunned.

"Level 13, HP at 960? At your current level, you have already passed 50 points in strength and vitality, and 100 points in agility! I know you must be training hard in the Training Hall. Your spirit is truly amazing."

Counselor Rodriguez was truly worthy of being nicknamed the wise star because he was able to guess correctly just by looking at Weed's exuipment. But the surprise did not end there.

"You have a level 4 sculpture mastery, and a level 6 handicraft! Incredible, unbelievable! What kind of adventure have you been on tell me."

Weed told Counselor Rodriguez about his experience. Counselor Rodriguez's mouth was wide open, distrusting Weed's adventure story.

"You've got a unique quest thanks to your friendship with the instructor. Then will you fulfill Zahab's wish? But you've wasted the opportunity to become a Moonlight Sculptor?"

Counselor Rodriguez's eyes widened in surprise. It should be noted that he barely gasped when he heard the news of a neighboring kingdom suddenly attacking Rosenheim without a prior declaration of war.

'Zahab. Who's he?'

Zahab was one of the great powers that settled in the forbidden place of the Continent.

Rodriguez met Zahab several times through the influence of Queen Evane, and admired her sclupture mastery and sword mastery, admiring the perseverance and talent of the sculptor master. Counselor Rodriguez was good friends with him. A friendship between two young men that happened about 50 years ago. Even the Counselor once asked the king to hold Zahab in the palace at any cost.

 

“Hmph, you rejected such a good profession. Then, what kind of profession do you want?”

"That is profitable and suitable for me."

Counselor Rodriguez was silent for a moment. 'Maybe he was the one I was waiting for. The will of the Great Emperor descended on him.'

A mysterious profession whose history can be traced to ancient times. Geihar von Arpen, the legendary emperor who once ruled the entire continent. His blood runs through Rodriguez.

The Counselor's mind began to wander, 'He still has to prove himself through a bitter path. Can he pass the final exam? After all, he is the one who will be tested, not me.'

Counselor Rodriguez looked at Weed seriously, “Weed.”

"Yes the counselor."

"I have a quest for you, you must prove that you are more patient than a caterpillar, more a survival spirit than a cockroach, and more formidable than a leech, otherwise you will fail. Are you capable of running it?”

“…”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

"I don't like the way you describe it. But I can proudly say that I'm ready to do anything."

“Your resolve touches my heart. You even look ready to chew maggots to the last drop."

“…”

“Do as I say and this quest will guide you to the profession that suits you. I remind you once again that this will put your life at risk. You can reject my advice if you're afraid."

Weed eventually became suspicious of Counselor Rodriguez's scheme. "good. I received.”

"Have you heard of the Litvart Dungeon?"

"Yes.sir."

Dungeon Litvart was coincidentally the quest the instructor had recommended to Weed. Or is it not a coincidence? You never know where destiny will flow.

"Then I don't have to explain in detail. By single-handedly destroying the evil that lays there. Once you succeed, you'll get the profession you were destined for."

Ting!

Litvart Dungeon Expeditionary Quest [II]

There were a hundred monsters living in the Litvart dungeon. Kill them all, and prove yourself worthy enough for a respectable profession. The completion of this quest will open the right path for your destiny.

Level of difficulty: Unknown

Condition : None

Weed read his message window over and over again, until he concluded something, "These two people must have planned something."

Otherwise, the Counselor would not have given Weed a quest related to the Litvart dungeon, the 5-story underground Dungeon, which many people had already explored, and the information had been widely spread.

Many players hunted monsters there day and night. The inhabitants were level 20 to 50 monsters, while Weed was still level 13. But the additional stats he had improved in the Training Hall strengthened him to the equivalent of an ordinary level 40 warrior. Plus passive skills like sword mastery and handicraft, Weed was confident that he could defeat a level 50 monster. Hunting monsters in the Lair of Litvart might be difficult for Weed, but nothing was impossible.

'There's something behind all this. But I can believe that this old man didn't lie to me. No matter what he hides from me, if I complete this quest, I will definitely gain a profession.'

This quest clearly had a trap. 'This is not about hunting ordinary monsters in dungeons. Then what?' Weed's eyes blinked sharply.

“Tell me, Weed. Will you accept it or reject it? Just for the information that I couldn't find better advice. I won't force, the decision is in your hands."

After a while of mental preparation, Weed finally nodded.

"It's an honor for me to take the advice of the counsellor."

You have received the quest!

"good. I'll prepare a gift for you. Come back here after you beat all the monsters there. Although the chance is small you can complete this quest.” Counselor Rodriguez laughed out loud. He feels very satisfied.

Weed returned to the Training Hall. 'I have to get there in time.'

Weed's footsteps moved quickly as time still showed just before lunch break. When he entered the Training Hall, the instructor was just about to scoop up the food he had in his lunchbox.

"Good day, Honorable Instructor."

“You surprised me, Weed! I miss you so much."

"I also miss the instructions, that's why I visited.”

“Come here and sit next to me, we eat before we talk."

"Thank you, Instructor."

With good timing, Weed finished his lunch. The lunchbox was huge, comparable to the body of an instructor that was XXXL in size. Separating the part for Weed from the lunch box was like picking up a cup of water in the sea.

“By the way, Instructor, regarding the quest you mentioned the other day.”

“Oh Why?”

“I want to join.”

"Ha ha ha. I expected it, so I asked them to leave a place for you. I'm glad you're following this quest." The instructor generously granted Weed's request.

You have received the quest!

Litvart Dungeon Expedition Quest!

The Rosenheim Kingdom has suffered from monster attacks, which have greatly increased over the past decade.

King Theodarren, the benevolent ruler of Rosenheim, issued an edict ordering an honorable knight, the general of Midvale, to explore the Lair of Litvart and exterminate monsters. Destroy monsters in the Lair of Litvart with general Midvale and his army.

Difficulty level: E

“You have one day left until the troops leave tomorrow. How about staying at my place?”

“Sorry, Instructor. I have to make preparations for the quest."

"Dearly enough. Though I'd like to take you to dinner.”

"Eat dinner?"

"Yes. My wife said she'd cook barbecue meat."

Weed gulped imagining a savory and spicy roast! The irresistible temptation.

“To be honest, I have long wanted to visit your home.”

“Hahaha, I understand.”

"Hehe."

Weed was never ashamed to admit that he lived a simple life. But he was fed up with black bread. Royal Road creates every thing as real, even flavors, like sushi made from freshly caught fish, and black bread, taste like real.

For the past two months, Weed had only eaten black bread and his tongue had been immune to the taste of wheat. When he saw the bread he felt like vomiting. The barbecue meat will be delicious, even more free. “Then, I will prepare the quest gear first, Instructor.”

“Alright, Weed. I'll wait for you."

Weed had received another quest in the Training Hall. "Now 3 quest slots are filled."

The top quest about Zahab's legacy, which is impossible to complete for now, while the other 2 slots are the same but different quests.

"The problem is Counselor Rodriguez's quest isn't as simple as it looks, but it doesn't matter." Weed convinced himself to face the challenge.

In the worst case scenario, he would lose his life, Weed did not want to die in vain, but sometimes obstacles came suddenly. "Now I have to get ready, First, I will prepare provisions for the trip to the Litvart dungeon."

Weed was on foot in the city center. Another player wearing pretty clothes passed him while chattering ria. A group of players set up stalls on the street and peddled goods. Weed entered the blacksmith's workshop to buy a bow and arrow.

Theo Grande Bow!

Endurance: 50/50

Attacks: 5-6

Double rate of fire: 4

Mini Bow made of Orc muscle. Roughly forged, has low accuracy but has great attack power, convenient for novice archer.

The bow cost 1 gold 20 silver, but Weed would never pay the full price for anything. By giving the butterfly-shaped statue to the cashier woman, she handed over less than 1 gold. Previously he accidentally discovered that he could win the heart of women with a statue prize.

'Skill Sclupture mastery can only be used at certain moments.'

Weed also filled the stock of black bread, although he was very fed up, at least bread was better than hunger. When fighting the level of satisfaction will decrease very quickly. When the satisfaction rate drops below 30%, the agility will slow down, and HP will drop. His backpack was full of arrows, potions, herb and bread. When he felt ready, he went back to see the instructor.

“I'm done, Instructor.”

"Oh so. Let's go to my house now, because there's a guest waiting."

"Guests? Did the instructor invite others again for dinner?”

"Don't I tell you?" The instructor looked a little confused, but immediately behaved normally, “She's a good girl. I'm sure you'll like it."

Although it sounded strange, Weed casually put the matter aside. The instructor, holding Weed's hand, started walking towards his house. His hands were as hairy as gorillas.

Weed frowned. “Instructure can release my hand.”

“Not going. I'm afraid you'll get lost.”

"Huh?"

Weed finally reached the instructor's house. He was sure when he opened the door, he would see the happiest family in the world with a burning furnace that filled the living room. Weed had learned that the instructor was marrying a barbarian woman, a true love that transcended racial boundaries, unfortunately they had not been blessed with any offspring.

However, when the door opened, Weed was surprised to see a girl sitting at the dinner table.

"perfect."

Weed held his breath for a moment in surprise at her beauty. Like an angel from heaven descending to the earth. But he soon realized. Since the girl was invited to the instructor's house, Weed thought that she was an NPC. However, that girl was a player like him. Seen from his expensive-looking sword and armor, Weed knew the girl was a high-level player. That was not all that surprised Weed. The girl's name was bright red plastered clearly on her forehead.

A player can hide his identity, sometimes disguising himself as an NPC for as long as he wants, but an assassin who PKs one or more other players is immediately denied the right to privacy. The blood-red name on the forehead was the mark of a fellow player assassin.

"Calm down Weed. Now you understand why I hold your hand so tightly."

Weed tried to escape, but his efforts were futile as the instructor held his hand tightly. "Instructures."

"Huh?"

"I didn't think you were so eager to kill me."

“So now you know.” The instructor smiled cunningly.

Weed felt a little calm. He admitted that if the instructor wanted him dead, he would rather use his own hands than have someone else do it.

“Please sit down, I'll introduce you both. It's Weed. His level was still low, but he passed the basic training program perfectly. "

Weed bowed slightly to the girl but she was ignored, the girl did not even tilt her head even a little, "This is Seo Yoon. He also just finished a basic training program. He visits my house once a month for dinner with us."

"Hey. It's nice to meet you."

Weed greeted Seoyoon politely, but the girl remained flat-faced he didn't even bother to look at Weed. He obviously didn't care about Weed.

"You don't want to be friends with a low-level beginner, do you? If I don't have to be in the same room as you, I don't want to get to know you either."

Then the instructor asked for permission and dragged Weed to the corner of the room. "I'm sorry for the irreverence."

"No, it's okay, Instructor."

"Actually she's a good girl. He just doesn't know how to express himself. She's like my own daughter. He can't socialize with anyone else. I invited him here because I thought he'd open up to you."

"It's okay, I don't mind at all."

But Weed had no reason to extend his hand to Seoyoon. He felt it was useless to know an assassin, not even an NPC.

"By the way, does the Instructor mind if I want to help Mrs Lancer?"

“Are you good at cooking?”

"Not really. But I want to help her in the kitchen, so she can be taught how to cook."

"Do as you please."

As a barbarian, the instructor's wife was huge. While hearing his orders, Weed deftly cut the meat and dipped it in seasoning. As he worked hard in the kitchen, Seoyoon rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen. She felt ashamed sitting alone at the table. He walked up to Weed, stood next to him and watched him chop meat. He wanted to help, but did not know what to do first. Weed pointed it at the pile of dirty dishes.

"Please wash the dishes."

Weed thought that Seoyoon would refuse his request, but as it turned out, he picked up the dishes and squatted down to wash them. They get compliments from the hostess for their hard work.

"You did well."

"Thank you."

“You have a talented hand. Do you want to learn Skill Cooking?”

This was what Weed had been waiting for. Otherwise why would he bother to dirty his hands? "Of course, madam. Thank you so much for your kindness."

You have learned the Cooking Skill!

As if he felt something when he saw Weed, Seo Yoon also asked the instructor's wife to teach him how to cook. Skill Cooking is a simple skill that you can learn anywhere, by spending money to enroll in a cooking guild or become an apprentice at a restaurant. No doubt it will be very useful.

The roast meat on a large tray was finally served on the table. The meat was roasted to yellow, the smoke billowed, the aroma felt very real in virtual reality. Weed immediately took out a knife and fork.

The glare!

Suddenly, the instructor took it first to warn Weed.

“You are a guest, Weed. Don't eat too greedy."

What kind of host would criticize an invited guest at the dinner table? He was no longer a gallant instructor in the Training Hall, but a ferocious Orc who exposed his greed for food on the table. A level 200 Orc. But Weed was not the type to easily succumb to threats in the face of such food.

“I beg you to lighten it, Instructor.”

“You didn't listen to me?”

Weed suddenly felt very depressed, more than he could bear. He felt dizzy and his hand that was holding a knife shook.

'Damn.'

Weed swallowed and looked to the side. He watched Seoyoon to find out how the fragile-looking girl reacted. This is Virtual Reality in RPG game. Level is everything. The girl looked ordinary.

Weed began to measure, "This girl is at least level 200. And that barbarian wife too."

The instructor's wife was one of the barbarians who respected the law of the jungle, particularly about the strong eating the weak. Since the barbarians were a race that possessed a physique superior to the other races, only Weed felt threatened by the lethal intimidation from the instructor's eyes. No one has the same fate. But this is Weed. Is he not the one who can make enemies friends and friends become loyal followers?

“Honored Structure, let me express my opinion.” Weed said with trembling mouth.

"What's? If you have anything to say, put down the knife and fork first, then we can have a casual chat until it's over.”

"Your pretty wife has an amazing gastronomy in this food. I was already drunk by the smell that filled my head about what it would feel like. After I eat it those memories will be remembered forever."

The instructor laughed out loud. “He is a great cook. I'm proud of him."

"really. She's your wife. Her barbeque looks beautiful.”

"Honey." Madam Lancer pinched her husband. He looked very pleased by Weed's sweet compliment.

"You're right, where else can you have a chance to eat this delicious meal? Take as you please, Weed."

As the saying goes, the wife is the pride of the husband. The instructor proved that he was a fool when it came to his wife. The point is, all the food is good. Not only barbeque but also side dishes cooked by the mistress using recipes from the Northern Province shook Weed's tongue.

"Yum, yum. So yummy. The best mistress. I envy the instructor who can eat the mistress' cooking every day."

"It's true." The instructor said in agreement with a big smile. Weed loosened his belt and burped. The instructor laughed out loud, and Seoyoon finished her meal in silence like a French doll made of ice. That night Weed slept at the instructor's house and left for the Fort the next day.

...* * *...

General Midvale and the 30 infantry sent to conquer the dungeon Litvart were camping near the gate.

"Greetings. Is it true you are Weed?” a knight asked.

"Yes general" said Weed.

A little investigation before the quest would not hurt. From what Weed knew, General Midvale was a member of the Red Order, a key unit of the Rosenheim invantery, which had been tasked with completing important quests. According to rumors, he had just been promoted to a Royal Knight. He was the pride of the kingdom, revered as the emblem of the knight.

"Our goal is quite far. It took 3 hours on horseback" said General Midvale.

“…”

All the infantry except Weed were riding brown horses. He only carried a backpack, and it never occurred to him that he would need a horse. Even so, it would make no difference if he was told in advance. A horse has a fairly high price, at least 100 gold.

“Docke asked for my help. So I'll lend you a donkey for a while.” said General Midvale.

"Thank you, General" Weed said.

"Vance, bring the donkey."

A knight came carrying a pitiful looking horse. He was forcefully pulled with his bridle, the horse trying hard to resist with both of his hind legs. Until the two golden teeth that poked as he groaned, the stallion looked like a bastard.

'If I ride that donkey, my luck will be gone for the next 7 years' Weed thought.

"Until this quest is over, this donkey will be your responsibility for a while" said General Midvale.

Ding!

Name : Arse

Type: Neutral

Level 3: 3

Species: Horse

Title: Stallion

Fame 300

HP 30:30

Where :0

Assigned to the Lair of Litvart expeditionary force. These clever mules often try to harm their owners. He hates water and refuses to walk when it rains. He needs extra care or he could die of illness.

PS: Be careful, he often farts.

“…”

The stat window for the donkey frustrated Weed. He had heard that pure-blooded donkeys were hard to tame, but he thought that it was a shame that this fragile horse was worse.

“Then it's only temporary, but let's be friends.”

Weed raised his hand to stroke the donkey, but he bit his hand instead. "Bad!"

As Weed glared at him, the donkey turned around and folded its two hind legs.

"Good boy." Weed said soothingly. As he tried to climb up the ass's back, an unpleasant sound and smell emerged from his dirty butt. The donkey suddenly lowered his head forward, then threw Weed with the power of the back hip.

"Ouch!"

Weed's body was thrown from the action and landed pitifully on the ground. That single strike reduced his 70 HP points. Clearly, the donkey tried to kill him with his heroic sting.

"Basic shit!"

'huh!'

A destiny was formed between Weed and the donkey. They looked at each other as if they wanted to break each other's necks.

The donkey looked at Weed cynically, as if to say, "I'll never let you ride on my back, stupid man,"

Weed's expression was like, "I'll beat you to death someday,"

An unheard-of battle between humans and animals is taking place. Then the bad disaster came.

General Midvale said, “If you're ready, let's go now.”

General Midvale and his invanters began marching east. Weed jumped onto the horse's back calmly and began the journey.

...* * *...

Seoyoon also stayed at the instructor's residence. He could not resist the wishes of the instructor's wife who constantly told him to stay the night.

He met Weed several times this morning. When he opened the guest room door, Weed happened to pass by. But they pretended not to care for each other, and did not say hello. When Weed left home, Seoyoon left because she was too embarrassed to be left alone. With a blank look he stared at Weed's departure a few minutes earlier.

'Where should I go now?' Ask in the heart.

'Where do I want to.'

There's no place like that. At the same time, he was free to go anywhere.

'As long as I can escape this painful memory.'

Seoyoon started walking towards the South Gate. Not that he wants to go there. He just wanted to go to an unexplored land, a place full of monsters.

He had started his journey in the center of the continent, all the way to the Western Border to hunt stronger monsters.

'I want to hunt monsters.'

'I can forget about my problems against them.'

"I don't have to think about anything.'

'Even the fact that I can't avoid that I've never been loved in my entire life.'

'Stop, Seoyoon. Save yourself.'

Although Seoyoon did not speak to anyone. But it is not true that his mind also stopped functioning. Under the frozen surface, the water flowed swiftly as he asked himself questions and answered them himself. However, his face was blank with no expression, as if an ice sculpture.

The repeated question, saying this it was, echoed in his mind. Seoyoon felt her illness wane as she fought with the horde of monsters. He was expecting a hard fight in a dungeon filled with monsters. Always hoping to meet more deadly monsters, he was not afraid of death. He never let the blood flowing from battle dry up.

A berserker whose life is full of cruelty and carnage. That's it, always finding peace on the battlefield.