Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 132

Orchard (1)

“Wow….”

What felt like an eternity passed. I lost consciousness five times during surgery.

Even the spirit that held on in the fight where my flesh was torn apart and my entire body was broken could not endure the pain of surgery without anesthesia.

“You’re telling me now, but you couldn’t have given me an anesthetic?”

[You’re saying something funny again. Do you think there are common herbs that can anesthetize that body?]

If it comes out like that, I have nothing to say. Because Dallon himself knew best that his body was not ordinary.

Just looking at the surgery scene that I was able to see without anesthesia was like that.

A regenerative power that closes the open abdomen immediately upon laparotomy.

Flames and sparks that bounce back whenever external magic attempts to interfere.

Weren’t dozens of magic circles mobilized just to carry out the surgery normally? On the surface, the surgery site seemed closer to a magical engineering process than a transplant surgery.

[Know this. Your physical age may not be that old, but the age of your mind far surpasses that. Even I am curious about what kind of life I have been living.]

“I just lived a normal life. “It doesn’t seem like much these days, though.”

It wasn’t a lie. Before falling into this world, Dallon was just an ordinary office worker.

[…Then the meaning of your existence could be a talent chosen by the well of Yeokcheon. If the prophecy is really true.]

“Prophecy?”

[no. You said something useless. Wake up once. [How can you move your body?]

Bourbon asked as he walked out of the bar table after washing his hands in the sink. Dallen did as he said and got up and slowly moved.

“…That’s amazing.”

The results were surprising.

The pain that had been pounding my nervous system until a couple of hours ago had disappeared as if it were a lie, and an incomparable force than before was flowing through my whole body.

Thump… Thump…

The most clearly felt change is right around the heart.

The by-products obtained from the true dragon Cheonglin and his minions were used to replace Dallen’s circulatory system, including his heart.

When you obtain the mysterious product, dragon’s blood, what you need most is a mysterious vessel to contain the blood.

Intuitively, he said that the vessels that hold blood are the heart and blood vessels, and that is also the priority for Bourbon.

[Because the contents and the bowl are in harmony, the power of Jeokchang will not crush your very existence. It means that you don’t have to worry about losing your life just by using your strength.]

“Thank goodness. “Thank you.”

[It was just a reasonable deal. And other parts, except the circulatory system, are still mortal and will easily break and break if not handled with care. However, it will recover quickly.]

It must be quite fun to see it broken and repaired over and over again. Bourbon added with a slight smile.

‘…You think that’s fun?’

Dallen scratched his head and stood up.

It was said that all the transcendentalists had a strange mental head in one place or another, and for some reason, it felt like a screw was missing in a strange part.

“Anyway, there’s no need to strangle me with my own hands.”

[That’s right.]

“That’s enough.”

I didn’t expect to be able to achieve everything at once.

It was natural that a lot of effort was needed to acquire great strength and a body that matched it.

In the first place, haven’t most of those who are now called transcendents have been building up their reputation in body and mind for more than a hundred years?

In comparison, less than a year has passed since Dallon began his proper career.

‘At this point, it would be too greedy to try to be on eye level with such beings.’

There is no need to rush. Because there was still plenty of time.

And there were several other ways to raise the level of the body besides extracting and using the Dragon Heart.

‘It’s something we just have to find out gradually.’

Right now, the priority is to deal with the things in front of me right away.

Bourbon spoke to him as he put on his armor and checked his equipment.

[Where are you going now?]

“I’m thinking of going to Sienna. “Because we were supposed to receive compensation for the Diamond Palace and the Tsar’s Special Forces through them.”

[It turned out well. Still, a message arrived from her while you were unconscious.]

Palang.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large black feather flew in front of Dallen’s eyes.

When I naturally stretched out my hand and grabbed it, the feather crumbled from the tip, sending electricity into my head.

[If you have time, will you come to Philopon’s orchard? An acquaintance of mine wants to entrust me with a request. Even if you are an acquaintance, the compensation will be strictly tailored to your skills and name value, so you don’t have to worry about that.]

“…It’s an orchard.”

Dallen repeated the familiar name and stroked his chin.

Considering the location, it was not difficult to guess the content of the request.

As far as Dallan knows, the owner of the orchard is a person with a strong tendency to solve his own problems.

I don’t know why she came to Sienna, but it must have been because she decided that the current problem was beyond her control.

‘They probably don’t know that the witch’s powers have been restored yet, so they decided that the Crow’s Nest network was necessary.’

A huge information network and manpower pool extending beyond the back alleys and low streets of the Bronze District and into the sewers.

If there was a problem that required the power of this strangely systematic yet sloppy underground organization, it would also be related to the events currently taking place across the continent.

[What was it about?]

“A request. “I guess I need to give some trouble to the drug dealers.”

[That’s your specialty. Just be careful.]

Grumble.

A glass filled with ice is filled with brown liquid. Dallen was about to leave the bar, but stopped for a moment.

[I learned a little bit while diagnosing your body. How have you grown so far and how will you become stronger in the future? The source and origin of the power are all mysterious.]

The bartender tapped the table. The glass naturally floated and flew gently towards Dallen.

[I have no intention of interfering with your potential. However, what is clear is that your current hierarchy has grown to the point where it attracts the attention of others. Superhumans created through talent and effort. The majority of them were unable to break through the wall of transcendence and are still wandering in search of a breakthrough.]

The dragon’s vertically torn eyes flashed.

[Their disposition will be quite different from the transcendental people you have met so far. Be aware that those who have a record of losing against the wall may be jealous of your growth. Maybe they want to dig up that secret and steal it further.]

“…Keep that in mind.”

Dallen took the glass.

This is advice from a being that goes far beyond ordinary laws and concepts. This is a story that should not be dismissed as nonsense.

Believing in your own potential is more important than anything else, but there is no benefit in simply ignoring the opinions of others.

Rather, it is best to gather all those opinions and advice as materials to build a path to higher heights.

Sweet.

The glass, which was emptied in one go, was placed on the table. It tasted pretty good with a bit of fruity flavor added.

[Then it is done. Leave it there. I will clean it up as I go.]

Before I knew it, Bourbon was wiping down the drinking glasses with a dishtowel in his hand.

***

Snap. Snap.

A back alley in the Bronze District with a drizzle pouring down. The road without flagstones was half muddy.

Dallen was walking on the mud wearing a raincoat. I left the crow’s nest and was on my way to the Philopone orchard.

“It’s a hierarchy.”

area. And hierarchy.

Both were words that were passed over as in-game settings beyond the monitor.

The only things that are important to the player are the abilities displayed as numbers in the status window and the skills classified by grade.

The area representing the possibility of an image or the hierarchy divided according to the size and density of the image was only an ambiguous concept.

“Hmm…”

But that makes me even more concerned.

Now that the world is approaching the end, the things he couldn’t consider beyond the monitor could be a breakthrough for him.

‘Roughly speaking, if you master F-grade skills, you’ll be ranked 1st. If it is grade E, it is 2nd rank. It was like this.’

It is not a perfect standard. Looking back on when it was mentioned in NPC conversations, it seemed like there was a more fundamental standard than that.

Rather, the area of realizing possibilities through imagery or abilities called unique skills in the system would be a much closer standard.

‘I guess I’ll have to find out more through Felber.’

I feel a gap.

There is a gap between the memories of hundreds of rounds as a player and the things you learn in the living, breathing world.

But there was no need to abandon either one.

As we gradually narrow this gap, we will be able to achieve greater heights by fusing what we already have with what we will acquire.

After gathering his thoughts, Dallon turned around the corner and entered a narrower street.

Snap. Snap.

The road is becoming more and more muddy.

Puddles filled not only with rain and dirt, but also with sewage and trash.

Dallen frowned at the smell that assaulted his nose. The stench in the back alley was always bad, but it was getting worse day by day.

‘…Even though it’s a back alley, this is a bit harsh.’

The reason was the refugees coming from all over.

Despite the efforts of each country to eradicate monsters, the number of people who lost their homes and land due to monsters was increasing.

‘Because it’s Falcion, there might be worse things. In other cities, they lock the doors when they think they can’t do it, but there is no such policy here.’

In fact, the southern district of the Bronze Zone had a policy of complete openness for hundreds of years.

And in Dallen’s experience, this doesn’t change until the demonic forces are right around the corner.

There is a reason why the number of quests that occur in the labyrinth city increases several times from the middle when monsters begin to rampage.

Even now, while walking a distance of less than an hour at most, haven’t we passed hundreds of refugees walking with their heads down and avoiding his gaze?

‘The orchard’s problem is probably related to refugees…’

Hiss!

Cut off thoughts. A stabbing dagger. A hand stretched out reflexively.

“Kak!”

The tramp caught in his strong grip made a strangled sound. The dagger stabbed with force only stirred the air.

Dallen asked, putting a little more pressure on the hand holding his neck.

“What are you?”

“Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

There is no sign of wanting to answer. I just twisted my body to its limit and thrust the dagger in my hand.

This time, Dallon also roughed up his hands a little. You don’t need to pay attention to the blade being pointed at you once or twice.

Wajijik!

“Kyaaaaaaa!”

The tramp’s wrists and fingers are crushed in an instant. The guy rolled his eyes and screamed like an animal.

‘hmm?’

And Dallon suddenly felt strange.

The man’s physique, visible beneath the mat, was extremely bony, but the man’s strength was comparable to that of a skilled mercenary.

Moreover, the sour smell coming from the man’s mouth was quite different from the stench of the back alleys he was familiar with.

“Are you a drug addict?”

“Hee hee hee!”

“…I’m in no condition to communicate.”

If you knock him out appropriately and take him to Sienna, he will find out something. I happen to be in Philopone’s orchard, so I might be able to get help from an expert.

Thinking that, Dallon was about to tighten his grip a little.

“Kuhhit?!”

The vagabond’s eyes widened.

Green foam bubbling around the mouth and limbs twitching as if having a seizure.

At that moment, my intuition rang an alarm. Without hesitation, Dallon threw the guy across the street.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!”

A scream that vomits through the bubbles even as it is thrown out. And at the end.

Bwaaaah!

The tramp’s body swelled and exploded, covering the alley with gooey by-products.

Cheeeeeeee…….

Melting bricks. A bottom of boiling mud.

Even at a glance, the situation is not normal. Dallen could sense one more strange thing.

Shhh…

a split second. A shallow gap appears in the space, and something pale emerges from the remains of the exploded corpse and is sucked in.

“…….”

It wasn’t difficult to guess what was going on.

The gray thing is the soul. And the gap in space must have been a passage leading somewhere, whether it was the afterlife or something.

After learning black magic and opening the gates of hell, did he even become able to see things like this because his senses level exceeded 30?

That said, it was a phenomenon I had never seen before, even though I had witnessed countless deaths while escaping from the labyrinth.

‘drug. Refugees and vagabonds. Request from Philopone Orchard. A soul sucked somewhere. ‘Dark magic.’

Heterogeneous situation. To make a guess, line up keywords in your head.

There was nothing unusual about a beggar who was just drunk on drugs going on a rampage.

‘…Night of Vengeance Incident.’

My head is burning hot. It may not be a coincidence that a word I heard from Eberron a while ago suddenly came to mind.

It’s not just strength and magic that are becoming inhumanly stronger with each passing day. The intuition and logic inherent in this body can never be ignored either.

Snap.

To confirm, you will first need to visit an expert.

Dallen took out an empty bottle and carefully filled it with green liquid, then immediately turned around and walked out of the narrow alley.

Shoot…

The rain started to get stronger just then, slowly washing away the green substance that had melted the wall of someone’s house.

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