Gaaaaaaah!
Hwang Dong-seok.
His soul was screaming in the darkness, shedding tears of blood.
His entire body, except his face, was bound in blood-stained chains.
The chains not only wrapped around his body, but also ran through his soul, or even took root at the ends.
These chains were the curse of punishment that Harmakan had engraved upon Hwang Dongseok’s soul, a prison of sins in which he would be confined for eternity even after death.
Gh …
Hwang Dong-seok crying in pain.
There was no way for his soul to escape this endless torment.
All he can do is.
Screaming.
Howling.
Suffering.
In this hellish prison that squeezed the soul to the limit, all I could do was grit my teeth and shed tears of blood.
That was when.
-Get up.
Finally, a voice of salvation was heard from above, calling his soul.
Hwang Dong-seok raised his head while shedding tears of blood.
Thud thud.
At that moment, the chain broke.
The curse of Harmakan, which seemed to last forever, was dispersing.
The limbs were freed.
Hwang Dong-seok raised his body.
but.
Gh …
The tears of blood flowing from his eyes did not stop.
The chains of curse were broken, but the prison of sin that had confined him still suffocated his soul.
Demon’s armor.
A Death Knight curse specially created by Harmakan to trap evil spirits.
Even though the chains were broken, the armor still squeezed Hwang Dongseok’s soul to the limit, causing terrible pain.
But to a Death Knight, pain is power itself.
Ironically, the more pain Hwang Dong-seok felt, the stronger the armor he was wearing became.
That’s why… … .
[Shadow Slave Soldier Lv.1]
Elite grade
The soul of Hwang Dong-seok, clad in the armor of an evil spirit, rose from the shadows, shedding tears of blood.
Even though he became a shadow soldier, the pain he felt remained, and the number of evil spirit soldiers like him gradually increased.
[Shadow Slave Soldier Lv.1] [Shadow Slave Soldier Lv.1] [Shadow Slave Soldier Lv.1]
… … .
Ghhhhhhhh!
A full body armor with black steam billowing from it.
A terrible scream erupted from the mouths of dozens of Death Knights wearing the demonic armor created by Harmakan.
It was a scream of pain, but at the same time a roar of rage directed at Harmakan, who had dressed them in such terrible armor.
“Full force attack.”
At that moment, an order to protect them was issued.
[Kuaaaah!] [Kuaaaahhhh-!]
Harmakan could not help but be bewildered by their fierce and murderous attacks as they rushed forward.
“This, this… … !”
Harmakan hurriedly summoned his ghosts to counter their attacks.
Chomp!
At the same time, when the Volcan’s horn embedded in his body was pulled out, blood gushed out.
Harmakan bound the air with his blood and chanted a curse.
“Cursed be all you evil spirits who dare to rebel against me!”
At that moment, the smell of blood spread throughout the area centered around him.
[Harmakan, the leader of the Demonic Tribe, uses ‘Skill: Damage Amplification’.] [Increases the damage taken by those under the curse.] [They will receive fatal wounds even from normal attacks.]
‘Damage amplification?’
Suho’s eyes shot up as system messages came up one after another.
Harmakan’s curse was applied to all shadow soldiers.
Then, the attacks from the ghosts he summoned began to inflict much greater damage on the shadow soldiers.
At the same time, Harmakan unleashed a new curse.
“The land of death will come here!”
[Harmakan, the leader of the Demon Tribe, uses ‘Skill: Exploitation’.] [Harmakan recovers health equal to 2% of the damage he inflicted on the opponent.]
Swaaaah!
Then, as the wraiths attacked the shadow soldiers, Harmakan’s wound from Volkan’s horn began to heal quickly.
Berga was amazed at the amazing sight and shouted to Suho.
[Your Majesty! He is a master of curses!]
“That’s right. The connection is pretty good.”
Should we really call him the chieftain of a tribe?
A curse that amplifies damage and then absorbs a certain amount of the amplified damage.
It was quite a cumbersome link.
but.
“It means nothing to me.”
Suho looked at the messages that appeared before his eyes with a meaningful smile on his face.
[Curse detected.] [Starts the curse with the effect of ‘Blessing: Longevity and Health’.] [3, 2, 1… … curse completed.]
Swish!
The curse of Harmakan that had taken hold of Suho’s body was instantly washed away.
The blessing of ‘health and longevity’ received from the great sorcerer of the Demonic Tribe, Candiaru, has overcome the curse of the great chieftain of the Demonic Tribe, Harmakan.
“It’s clear who is superior between the two.”
At the same time, Harmakan noticed the fact and looked at Suho with an expression of shock.
“Candiaru’s Blessing?! You are definitely related to the Shadow Lord! Could you be his successor?”
At first it was shocking, but soon Harmakan looked at Suho with greedy eyes and licked his lips.
“Kuhahaha! What a windfall! I thought I would only lose money today, but who would have thought I would find such valuable research materials!”
At that moment.
WHHHHHHHHH!
All the surrounding ghosts swirled around Harmakan and were sucked in.
With that, Harmakan’s momentum began to grow bigger and bigger in front of the guardian.
Kwarrrrung!
[Harmakan, the chieftain of the Demonic Tribe, appears.]
“… … !”
Harmakan has emerged from the body of the village chief of Yamiri, who was possessed by him, and revealed his true form!
[Gaaaaaaah!] [Gaaaaaaah!]
At that moment, the Death Knights and Shadow Slaves, freed from the ghosts, charged at him all at once, releasing explosive momentum.
… … BANG!
Surprisingly, they were all bounced back with a force greater than the force with which they had charged.
“Hahahaha!”
At its center, a strange energy swirled around the body of Harmakan, who burst into laughter.
[Harmakan, the leader of the Demonic Tribe, uses ‘Skill: Thorn of Pain’.] [Shares all pain and damage received by Harmakan with the target he attacked.]
“Thorn of Pain?”
Suho frowned as the shadow slave soldiers were annihilated in an instant in one room.
‘A skill that reflects all damage received back to you.’
Of course, Harmakan himself could not escape pain and damage.
But the problem is the amplification of damage and exploitation.
The curse skill used before was the problem.
‘Share the pain, but increase the damage taken by the opponent through damage amplification, and at the same time, recover yourself through the exploitation skill?’
Isn’t the skill chaining really terribly inefficient?
“… … He’s really a funny guy.”
Suho chuckled and pushed back all the shadow slaves who were repairing their damaged bodies.
And then he ordered all the shadow soldiers to kill the Death Knights of Harmakan who were still swarming throughout the village.
“Essil!”
Now that we’ve discovered the boss mob, we’ve decided to go all out on this one too.
Swaaaah!
The horn of Volkan that Harmakan had torn out from his body flew through the air and was caught in Suho’s hand.
Eshil, who came running upon hearing Suho’s call, cast the spirit transformation without saying a word.
[Volcan’s Horn devours the souls of demons.] [Wear ‘Item: Volcan’s Horn’.] [‘Buff: Desire for Destruction’ is applied, increasing physical damage by 300%.]
“Oh, devil horns?!”
Suddenly, two horns sprouted from Suho’s head, and Harmakan’s eyes filled with shock.
“How can a descendant of the Shadow Lord use the power of the Demon Nobles!”
But it was still too early to be surprised.
Kangshin.
Giant’s armor.
Wind of the meadow.
Rigid body technique.
Suho applied all the skills to his body.
Every time that happened, Harmakan’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to pop out.
“This is ridiculous! Even if you are a descendant of the Shadow Lord, how can a mere human body possess such diverse powers… …!”
Whioooo.
The giant guardian walked towards Harmakan, his silver hair fluttering.
“You know what? My father was a necromancer. So what makes me?”
With strides.
As he approached Harmakan, the smile on Suho’s lips grew deeper.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two fists wrapped in the guardian’s body art began to rain down on Harmakan in earnest.
In that one room, in that one room, there was a huge explosion.
The aftershock turned the whole area upside down.
“Hey, Innom! It’s no use!”
Harmakan gritted his teeth and shouted as he took all the attacks.
“No matter how much blessings you may have from Candiaru, the thorns of pain are a curse upon me!”
[Harmakan, the leader of the Demonic Tribe, uses ‘Skill: Thorn of Pain’.] [All pain and damage Harmakan receives is shared with the players.]
Ugh.
At that moment, blood burst out from Suho’s mouth as he was attacking without hesitation.
As the protection becomes stronger, the returning force also becomes stronger.
At that sight, the corners of Harmakan’s mouth twisted and a strange laugh burst out.
“Hahaha! Yeah, I know you’re amazing! But how long can you last?”
Boom bang bang bang bang!
Of course, blood was flowing from Harmakan’s mouth as he took all of Suho’s attacks.
But Harmakan was confident.
“Do you know that! This is an instance dungeon made from the legacy of Candiaru! And I am the king of this dungeon! That means that all the dead ghosts in this land are giving me strength!”
Instance dungeon.
The legacy of Candiaru, discovered by chance in the underworld.
Once you start studying it in earnest, Harmakan’s power can become incredibly strong.
It was for this very reason that he, who had been nothing more than a common tribal chieftain, was able to rise to the position of chieftain.
“You only have the blessing of Candiaru, but I am different! I, Harmakan, am the disciple of Candiaru, the greatest sorcerer of the Demonic Tribe!”
Candiaru’s disciple.
The implications of those words were truly enormous.
The power of the great sorcerer Candiaru, who designed the level-up system, was so great that even the next monarch of the Demonic Tribe feared it.
Even the power was such that Harmakan became the chieftain simply by discovering a part of Kandiaru’s legacy.
So no matter how much Candiaru’s blessing protects Suho.
This land of death, this instance dungeon, was also Candiaru’s legacy…
“Hahaha! Come at me wherever you want! The stronger your power, the more that power will eventually consume you… … .”
But at that time.
“Your tongue is ticklish.”
Creepy.
At that moment, Harmakan couldn’t help but feel an eerie feeling at Suho’s words.
‘Now, wait a minute.’
Something was strange.
Now that I think about it, Suho had been sharing all the pain since a while ago, but he hadn’t stopped attacking at all.
Are you sick?
Of course it hurts.
but.
‘So what?’
Suho was smiling even though blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“I’m confident in my skills too.”
Whenever Ber, Suho, went to bed, he would sit next to him and tell him old stories.
And while most of the story was based on what Ber had seen and experienced himself, there were also a few stories mixed in about Sung Jin-woo’s younger days that Ber had heard about.
‘My father also did something called a former quest.’
The first profession given to my father was said to be a necromancer.
It was probably the first job granted, with the power gradually increasing according to the design of the leveling system until the size of the vessel became appropriate.
However, his father said that he had grown beyond the design of the system and was able to immediately transition into the role of Shadow Lord.
At that time, my father’s level was only 40.
However, even though he was over level 40 and looking towards level 50, no job change quests were appearing.
The reason was obvious.
The leveling up system is solely for creating vessels for the Shadow Lord.
All the previous quests were just for show, and in the end, they were just a process for my father to grow into a suitable vessel.
That’s why Suho couldn’t be a necromancer, a shadow lord, or anything else.
[Occupation: None]
Suho’s eyes shone brightly as he looked at the upper section of the status window, which had been blank from the beginning.
‘……therefore.’
Even if you don’t have a job.
Even without any job quests or anything.
What do you think?
‘Once I decide, that’s it.’
For now, I just trust in this strong body I inherited from my father.
Use all your might to destroy and destroy the enemies that appear before you and move forward.
Just get that done first.
“So for now, I’m a Barbarian.”
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!
Barbarian.
A warrior who endures all pain with his bare hands and attacks powerful enemies with all his might.
“I decided so.”
Tiring!
[‘Skill: Martial Arts Lv.1’ learned.]
In that moment, his two fists gained more power.
“Kuaaaah!”
Finally, a scream of pain burst from Harmakan’s mouth.
