Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Valtara Warrior (2)

Noises echoed from within a large cave in the middle of the Tackle Dungeon.

A battle was taking place underneath the faint light of a magical photosphere.

Dozens of monsters kept rushing into the opening with clanky weapons.

“Human!”

“Kill!”

It was a Gray Orc– a muscular monster with gray skin around the same height as an adult male.

“Hoops!”

Brad, the team’s Spearman, strengthened his spirit as he stabbed his long weapon forward.

With every thrust of its blade, pained screams echoed.

On the other side, Martin, armed with a Warhammer and a thick shield, cussed nearly twice as fast as he could kill the monsters.

“Die, you dirty Orcs!”

The two Priests at the rear, Elsa and Poel, joined forces to assist the entire unit as best as possible.

“Freleu’s wind! Come forth!”

“Althea’s veil! Give us the protection of light!”

Elsa maintained the entire team’s vitality and energy with healing techniques, and Poel controlled the overall battle flow by preventing them from being surrounded or overwhelmed using barriers.

Standing behind the barrier, Artis also began to conjure magic.

“Explosion! Freeze Ball! Chain Lightning!”

Against the endless rush of Gray Orcs, Brad’s team fought back without hesitation.

Compared to the Buckman’s team, whose team members were at the Intermediate Hunters’ level, their team was far superior.

However, compared to the annihilation happening on the other side of the cave, their performance was quite cute.

* * *

Taaaats!

Enthusiastically, the giant Swordsman rushed into the Orcs’ ranks, his large sword in hand.

The Orcs, unable to avoid his charge, fortified themselves and held their ground.

That was a mistake– but he didn’t care.

“Felard! Destroy them!”

With a warcry, the Swordsman swung his black greatsword in a crescent motion.

A rainstorm of blood and flesh soon followed.

The limbs of the Orcs that had been reached by the attack flew away in all directions.

“Ahhhhhh!”

One of the ax-wielding Orcs was swiftly cut in half.

He also grabbed the head of the Orc that was attempting to sneak behind him, crushing its skull with his bare hands.

Those who tried to run away were caught by the neck and crushed against the ground. Some were grabbed from both ends and were ripped apart in two.

Like a berserker, the giant Swordsman continued to crush dozens upon dozens of Orcs without rest.

Brad and Martin were horrified.

“Oh my God…”

“Is he really a human?”

They knew that Valtara warriors were comparable to the Aura users due to their formidable physical strength. However, the events before them were still far too unbelievable despite witnessing it with their own eyes.

It didn’t take long for the Orcs to be completely eradicated.

Elsa held her breath a little as she tried to ask Han-bin a question.

“Shall we take a break?”

Ryu Han-bin replied bluntly.

“Keep going.”

His words were short and blunt, but they didn’t feel offended by it.

Valtara warriors had always been men of few words.

“As expected, you don’t talk much.”

Brad’s team kept moving.

Upon encountering another group of monsters, Ryu Han-bin stormed forward like a bullet.

“Felard! Destroy them!”

Bang! Bang! Bang~!

Another explosion of death and corpses transpired.

Blood and meat were blown away wherever he swung his sword.

As he watched the scene, Martin stuck his tongue out.

Indeed, he was the same as in the legends.

Silent, violent, and belligerent…

“Felard­­! Stab! Felard! Cut! Felard! Beat! Felard! Tuck!”

‘…. Wasn’t he supposed to be silent?’

Martin blinked.

“Why does he seem so talkative?”

Artis hastily explained.

“W-well… That’s because he’s one of the most talkative among the clan members…”

Artis then approached Han-bin after he had killed the monsters and whispered something in his ears.

“Hey, fight quietly.”

“Why? You told me to behave like a barbarian.”

“I told you to act like a barbarian. When did I tell you to act like a fool?”

“Hey, you don’t know how difficult this is…”

He studied hard to disguise himself as a Valtara warrior, but he still seemed to be missing something.

‘How ironic is it that I have to study to look ignorant?’

Clicking his tongue, Ryu Han-bin glanced at their team’s reaction.

Everyone seemed amazed by his physical prowess, and they still had the look of envy on their faces.

Secretly he smiled.

‘Good.’

The reaction wasn’t bad.

It was all going according to plan.

‘If I keep doing this, I’ll be able to meet the Goddesses, right?’

* * *

His disguise had solved his problem with his level.

It was time to think about the next phase of their plan.

“You said you want to meet the Goddesses, Han-bin?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t matter which of the six.”

To go back home.

That was Ryu Han-bin’s final goal.

To achieve it, he needed to find a way to go back from this world.

But, according to Artis, it seemed impossible with magic.

“I’m not a very high-level Mage, but I’m aware of the huge issue regarding the success rate of dimension transfer.”

Even Thinkers at the headquarters of magic was still unable to manipulate dimensions.

“It might be possible for a deity.”

The only way to return to Earth was to meet this world’s transcendental beings and get help.

Ryu Han-bin opened up his rough plan.

“I’ll somehow infiltrate the Church, somehow get to a level high enough to be able to get acquainted with one of the saints, persuade them somehow to convey my sincerity to the Goddesses about meeting them.”

It really was nothing but a rough plan.

“Pffftt!”

Artis burst into laughter.

“When you use the word somehow three times, it’s no longer a plan.”

Earthlings had already attempted to kill the Goddesses once.

The Church’s cautiousness and security had been increased to the maximum due to the incident.

“You think you can still convey your sincerity to them?”

“I can at least try to build their trust in me.”

“Won’t that trust start from a lie?”

Even if Han-bin became fortunate enough to get acquainted with a saint, if he revealed that he was an alien, he would immediately be labeled their worst enemy.

Their broken trust would intensify their feeling of betrayal.

“It’s more plausible to seduce a saint and blind her with love, then make her take you to a Goddess.”

Even that plan was unrealistic. He didn’t want to seduce a saint, after all.

Ryu Han-bin sighed.

“Is there any way to meet the Goddesses? It’s definitely too hard to meet one. Perhaps that’s why my fellow Earthlings rely on the final mission instead.

Just as he was beginning to feel disappointed and defeated, Artis gave him a ray of hope.

“I didn’t say there was no way to meet them. There’s one, but it will be difficult to achieve.”

“Huh?”

“There’s no way to meet a Goddess…”

Artis shrugged.

“But there is a way to meet all of them.”

* * *

Due to the Great Earth’s sins, the six Goddesses of Latna defined the aliens as evil and subjected them to a massive purging.

The Goddesses also decided to fight the Devil Omphalos more actively.

“The Goddesses gave their blessings to those who fought against the Aliens.”

The four strongest members that destroyed the Great Earth 30 years ago.

Baotolt the Sword King, Zenobia the Archmage, Garhan the Terrible, and Holrien the Transcendental.

It was said that the six Goddesses descended directly in front of them, praised them for their hard work, and blessed them with eternal youth.

“It became a really huge event. Even the Absolutes trembled with emotion.”

Though their lack of immortality meant they could still die, their body would forever remain young and strong until that time came.

The four strongest people who received the Goddesses’ blessings became even more eager to hunt down the Earthlings.

Influenced by their actions, most of the Latnains began to participate. The Goddesses’ intention to resist the invasion of the Devil actively worked well.

And the blessings of the six Goddesses didn’t end there.

Dungeons and Aliens were vile products of the Devil Omphalos.

Once every 12 years, the one who contributed the most to Dungeons’ destruction and the Aliens’ purgery was chosen to receive the Goddesses’ blessing.

Right after the Six Churches announced the news, the number of people hunting down Aliens and attacking the Dungeons increased.

It was said that there were even knights, nobles, and royalty among them.

It was even called the Golden Age of Hunters.

“Right. You mean that the six Goddesses appear when you receive the Goddesses’ blessing?”

Ryu Han-bin didn’t get old anyway, so he didn’t need the blessing of eternal youth, but it was a great opportunity to meet the Goddesses in person.

“Yes. According to some sources, the Goddesses choose a blessed person from the candidates the six Churches chose after reviewing their partners every 12 years. That means you need to be recognized as a candidate to become a Church’s partner first.”

It had been nine years since the last time the Goddesses gave a blessing.

There were three years left until the next blessing was given.

“Han-bin, if you want to meet the Goddesses in person, then that’s the only way. It’s not going to be easy, but…”

Artis muttered while looking up and down at Ryu Han-bin.

“With your ability, I think it won’t be impossible for you to be selected as a ‘blesser’ after all.”

“I understand most of it.”

Han-bin nodded.

“Prioritize becoming a Church’s partner.”

* * *

Recalling his conversation with Artis, Ryu Han-bin continued to swing his sword.

“Taaaats!”

None of the monsters could block his attacks.

The monsters’ average level appearing in that Dungeon was at best between level 30 and 40.

Of course, no experience came in.

Honestly, he felt like his actions were a bit in vain, but…

‘It’s like practicing force control.’

Brad and Martin were astonished by Ryu Han-bin’s overwhelming force, but he was still actually holding back.

It was because of Artis’s advice.

“Now that I’m disguised as a Valtara warrior, can I finally use all of my strength, Artis?”

“Well, that’s a little vague.”

The Valtara warriors were comparable to the Aura users due to their pure physical strength.

They were only equal.

But Ryu Han-bin was at a level that transcended Aura users.

“You’re still too strong even as a Valtara warrior, Han-bin.”

It was necessary to adjust his power down to the level of an ordinary Aura user.

“You also need to avoid enemy attacks. No matter how strong Valtara warriors are, they can’t do something as crazy as blocking magic with their body.”

So, he fought in moderation against the monstrosities that appeared.

Nevertheless, the massacre caused by his blade continued.

“Taaaaaats!”

Walking through a storm of blood, Han-bin suddenly clicked his tongue.

‘What level am I actually at?’

* * *

Brad’s team attacked the Dungeon nonstop.

They proceeded with it faster than usual.

It was all thanks to Felard Bean, a Valtara warrior.

He killed every monster that came their way mercilessly and with ease.

Everything that was caught by his swings was blown apart like a ripe pumpkin.

Elsa and Poel felt excited.

“If we keep going like this…”

“We’ll be able to close the Dungeon today.”

After a few hours, they had finally reached it.

Brad’s team and Han-bin’s group had arrived at the deepest part of the dungeon.