Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 2

End of Tutorial (2)

Dallen liked difficult games.

This was because I had good physical control skills, so I would quickly get bored with easy games.

Even for him, this game was not easy.

The main character was weak and the monsters in the labyrinth were powerful. The outside world was heading towards destruction, but the NPCs who were allies were busy being possessed by the devil or backstabbing them.

In some ways, it was an extremely realistic level of difficulty. So I actually became interested and couldn’t put the game down easily.

After dying about ten times, my interest changed.

After dying about a hundred times, Ogi caught fire.

There were quite a few days when I stayed up all night thinking that I would somehow get through the ending.

How many hundred times did he die like that?

Dallen exploded with frustration for the first time while playing a game.

‘okay. I’m screaming! Scream! ‘I end up paying because I’m dirty.’

I bought additional abilities that were sold for money.

I also made a Munchkin character by purchasing the maximum amount I could afford.

‘What kind of damn game does it have to be so wise to even have an ending? ‘Fuck, if I hadn’t invested the time I had put in, I would have deleted it right away.’

As soon as he muttered an expletive and pressed the start of the game, Dallon fell into the game world.

In a world where you have to move and fight with your real limbs, not your mouse and keyboard control skills.

In the end, it was thanks to that quality that it was able to survive until now.

‘No, I should have deleted the game then.’

It is always too late to regret. Dallen sighed and raised his beer glass.

He emptied half of his large glass in one go and turned his gaze to the side of the table.

[Shabby Corpse of a Mercenary]

– This is the corpse of a mercenary that was hacked to pieces by thugs in the back alleys of the Bronze District.

On the floor next to the table was a body stained gray like a black and white photograph.

A mutilated, bleeding corpse with a dagger stuck in it.

The sight of a dead person in the middle of the inn was a sight worthy of anyone’s attention, but people were busy with their own business as if they didn’t even see it.

‘I guess it’s true that it’s invisible.’

That gray corpse is actually an illusion.

To be exact, it was the last appearance of the character he previously played that only Dallon could see.

Additional abilities weren’t the only thing Dallen purchased with his anger.

He also bought and installed the ‘Successor’ DLC, which was recognized as a cheat key directly by the developer.

The successor option is an option that allows a new character to inherit the abilities of the main characters who died in the previous play.

For multi-player players like Dallon who died hundreds of times, it was as if infinite growth had become possible.

‘The only flaw is that you have to retrieve the character’s body yourself.’

The reason Dallen came to this shabby inn, tracing back memories from a long time ago, was to find and retrieve one of those corpses.

And this is the first time he has recovered a body. Although he didn’t show it, Dallen felt a little nervous.

A world where destruction is approaching. In the world of the game he had never cleared, this was one of the few hopes he had.

‘Body recovery.’

Dallen placed his hand over the corpse and muttered to himself.

Fasce –

Then the body became blurred and became a halo of light that penetrated Dallon.

[The body of a shabby mercenary has been recovered. Ability is inherited.]

[Inheritance Reward: Strength +1 Prowess +1 Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D)]

‘Hmm?’

Dallen was slightly surprised. The reward was better than I expected.

‘The Corpse of a Shabby Mercenary’ is the ending of one of Dallen’s early plays.

Since I didn’t know much about this game, I was an immature character in many ways.

Considering that, the reward he received from recovering the body was more than he expected.

‘There was a reason why the developer declared it was a cheat.’

Grumbling –

Dallen slightly relaxed his shoulders.

As my strength increased, my body felt slightly heavier and my muscles felt tighter.

What can I say? Would it be similar to coming out of the gym after pumping up a lot of muscles?

In addition, the sensation in my fingertips became somewhat numb and slightly different. This was due to the increased skill level.

“hmm.”

Afterwards, a different kind of power than his abilities began to seep into his body. This time it was an unfamiliar sensation.

It’s been two years since I fell into this world, but it was my first time gaining skills.

Skill is not just strength or speed.

When it came to martial arts skills, he was a fan of how to use his body, and when it came to knowledge spells, he was a fan of the method and system of moving and controlling magical power.

[Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D)]

– An armor fighting technique created by Dehaman, the commander of the Imperial Knights. He made it because he could not bear to see his knights suffering as if they were empty cans if they lost their weapons. The armor is used as both a shield and a weapon.

– In addition to the 4% proficiency level

, skills above grade D were imbued with the philosophy and skilled experience of the founder.

These were things that could not be obtained from F or E grade skills that were relatively easy to learn.

Dallen closed his eyes. The high intelligence value purchased as an additional ability point allowed the content of the skill to be quickly analyzed.

Dallen took a slow, deep breath and let the realization melt into his whole body.

After a few drinks, he opened his eyes.

‘Good.’

Obtaining skills was completely different from increasing abilities.

While increasing my abilities felt like gaining muscles so I could run better, my skills felt like I was gaining wings.

The feeling that I can now do things I couldn’t do before as naturally as breathing. My body heated up with that strange feeling of exhilaration.

Grumble.

Dallen stood up.

He emptied half of the remaining beer in one go, put a dong on the table as a tip, and then took his sword and bag and shield.

I came all the way to this corner inn to retrieve the body, but I didn’t have the heart to sleep there.

An inn in the back alley of the Bronze District is a place where you never know who might come in and stab you while you sleep.

After camping outside for a long time, he needed a comfortable place to sleep.

Since I have over ten silver coins in my possession, it would be okay to stay at a suitable inn along the main street.

Dallen massaged his sore shoulders and walked toward the entrance of the inn.

As he was leaving the inn, someone stopped him.

***

“Hey, is this your first time seeing me?”

Dallen tilted his head. The person who stopped him was a man with a scary appearance.

However, he looked a bit dirty and was a bit bulky, but he didn’t seem to be anything special.

“Looking at you, you seem like a mercenary who would kill goblins outside of a city. Why did you come to this shabby back alley inn? “You don’t even know about business ethics here.”

The man said with a bright face. Dallen looked at it quietly and muttered as he passed by.

“What kind of morals?”

“I mean move-in tax. “No matter how good you are as a mercenary, why don’t you come here as a new guest at an inn and not pay the moving-in tax?”

“Movement tax?”

In response to Dallen’s question, the gangster raised his head stiffly.

“okay. This is money that should be given to Malun, who manages this inn. Here, you can eat, drink, and hang out with women without worrying about getting stabbed. Whose credit is that to?”

chuck. The hoodlum pointed at himself with his thumb.

“It’s all thanks to me managing this inn under Vankal. Then of course you have to pay me, right?”

Oh, so you’re saying he’s a gangster who takes money for a living?

Labyrinth City is a huge city with a population of over several million people. And as the scale was large, organizations in the back alleys were also active.

In a way, it was natural. In a city with a population of over a million or close to 10 million, you can’t expect much from medieval-level guards.

The Bronze District, the outermost of the seven districts divided by the seven walls, was where the influence of the back alleys was the most severe.

Here, the role of the security guard is limited to patrolling the road crossing the district and its surroundings.

It was common for violent organizations to divide the remaining land among themselves and collect protection taxes.

‘Come to think of it, the mercenary character I just recovered was killed by these gangsters.’

Dallen’s eyes scanned the hoodlum’s waist. A dagger displayed proudly. The engraved pattern on the sword handle was familiar to my eyes.

Those with a high intelligence level were able to rummage through their memories and immediately recall the source.

‘A dagger stuck in the back of a recovered corpse.’

It matched exactly with the pattern on the handle.

‘That guy stabbed my character.’

I didn’t die once or twice, it was so long ago that I couldn’t remember, but this made it clear.

It was these guys who created the corpse in the inn.

But there were some doubts. He was confident in his control skills in any game.

No matter how inexperienced my play was, there is no way I would have been treated kindly in a head-to-head match.

The answer was nearby.

‘There was a dagger stuck in his back. ‘I stabbed you in the back.’

The dagger stuck in his back is evidence of a surprise attack from behind when he was unguarded.

From the beginning, they had no intention of being satisfied with just cutting off a few coins.

After making his decision, Dallon shrugged his shoulders and opened his palms.

“I don’t have any money to give you.”

“I have no money?”

“okay.”

The gangster’s face instantly became angry at Dallen’s answer. But after a while, he relaxed his expression and made a smiling face.

“…This can be happen. We messed with a poor man for no reason. “I guess you paid for the alcohol properly, right?”

“then.”

“Then go on your way. “I will send it to you specially.”

A gangster who slowly turns his body to give way. Dallen gave him a polite smile and passed him by.

That moment.

Sereung –

The gangster pulled out the dagger from his waist. The guy stabbed me with his dagger straight away as if he wasn’t going to give me a chance to fight back.

Dallen didn’t wipe his smile even for that split second. It was funny.

The stupidity of a gangster who doesn’t even know how to understand his opponent.

And my former self died after being stabbed by that gangster.

However, the person he is now is not someone who rushed to see the ending with a poor basic character.

“Where the fuck can you tell a lie—billion!”

The hoodlum’s head turned. Dallen’s fist struck him like lightning.

The turning of the head seemed a bit excessive, and the guy fell down.

Crash!

At that sound, the atmosphere in the inn became cold.

Dallen quickly looked around the inn and saw several men with bright eyes.

And soon, men with scary faces started to stand up here and there, dragging chairs. one of them shouted.

“Everyone, lock your doors!”

***

The gangsters’ response was more agile than expected.

In an instant, they closed the doors and windows and came rushing in, surrounding Dallen in a circle.

Before we knew it, each of them was holding a dagger, a small sword the size of their forearm, a rusty iron skewer, or a club. It didn’t seem like they had been in a gang fight once or twice.

But even though they surrounded Dallan, they couldn’t get close to him easily.

“Fucking big…”

“Are you a barbarian from the north?”

First, we drew our weapons and surrounded them, but that was because Dallon was bigger than we thought.

He appears to be about 2 meters tall. Big, hard muscles like stones that are clearly visible even on top of armor.

In addition, he wears a long sword at his waist and a shield on his back.

They weren’t their opponents, who at first glance were just gangsters and babblers.

However, they cannot back down because they have already drawn their weapons and want to assert their pride at any cost within their own territory.

Dallen laughed at the guys who were hesitating. Then he unwrapped his sword and shield and placed them on the table.

I took off my bag and leaned it against the table leg, and placed the hatchet next to my shield.

He said.

“Aren’t you going to attack me?”

“I’m dying!”

The gangster behind him suddenly stabbed him with an iron skewer.

A blow aimed directly at the lungs and heart that had been refined in the back alley fight.

You can’t count on two hands the number of people that those iron skewers have stabbed.

but.

chin.

Dallen’s hand turned around and simply grabbed the man’s wrist holding the metal skewer.

Crack!

When I apply a little force, the sound of bones breaking is heard and my wrist is bent.

“Kwaaaak!”

Dallen grabbed his wrist and kicked the gangster who fell down.

Rattling.

The gangster with the broken neck became quiet. someone shouted.

“Attack everything!”

“Wow!”

“Fuck you, die!”

The thugs rushed towards him, swearing and cursing. They swung their weapons in an almost instinctive motion.

Each and every one of them is a threatening blade. But no matter what, they were gangsters and scoundrels.

There is no way the gangsters hanging out in these back alley inns would have learned proper military skills.

A brutal fight without any standardized martial arts or high-level swordsmanship. In these back alley fights, one rule usually applies.

Whoever is faster and stronger wins.

And even excluding the skills he had just acquired, Dallen’s strength was enough to easily take on several adult men on its own.

“Keuok!”

Dallen’s hand struck one of the guys’ chest like lightning.

The guy’s chest caved in as if it had been hit by a hammer. The gangster closed his eyes and fell down.

“You bastard!”

Next, a short sword and a club came swinging.

Dallen dodged the short sword and kicked the stomach of the gangster who wielded it. The man’s back buckled with a loud sound.

In fact, just considering the difference in abilities, the fight would have been overwhelming.

The D-grade skill Dallen acquired, ‘Dehaman’s Armor Fighting’, added more weight to it.

Did you say that it was a technique created by a former knight commander of the empire because he could not bear to see his juniors becoming defenseless when they lost their swords?

I had already planned to go to the training hall and test my skills once I arrived at the inn. But I’m just thankful that they rushed at me like this, even holding a knife.

Pow!

While he dodged the short sword, the club found an opening and hit Dallen on the back. There was a popping sound, followed by a groan.

“Ugh!”

That wasn’t Dallen’s moan. On the contrary, the one who had swung the stick was holding his hand and groaning.

“Ugh, as if I hit a piece of metal—Ugh!”

Quack!

Dallen punched the guy in the face.

His face was sunken like his chest, broken teeth and blood splattered out.

Dallen didn’t lay down his weapon because he was thoughtless.

Dehaman’s armored fighting is a fighting art that focuses on dealing with many people on the battlefield who are not wearing armor or wearing only light cloth armor.

In short, it was said to be an extremely effective skill in one-to-many situations like the current one.

‘Of course, there must be the premise that you are wearing armor.’

Dallon was satisfied with that premise.

His armor, which was made of cloth armor with leather and partially attached chains and iron plates, didn’t look very good, but it had some decent protection.

In addition, Dallen’s strength ability is a whopping 23.

Increasing strength not only makes him stronger and faster, but also increases the durability of his body. This is because the muscles become firmer and stronger.

And with a strength of 23, you have the strength to crush an iron plate with your bare hands. Durability was also proportional to that.

With his strong muscles and armor on, it’s just like being steamed with a stick by a gangster and doesn’t even tickle.

“Ssi cbaal! Let’s all attack together!”

The three remaining guys attacked at once. Two daggers. One iron skewer. Dallen kicked the guy holding the dagger and swung his right arm out.

“Ugh-!”

The guy with the iron skewer was hit by the back of his hand and flew almost to the end of the inn with a loud noise.

The gangster who had been kicked had already rolled over and collapsed, breaking the table.

Dallen caught the last stabbing dagger with his left hand.

Squeak!

The blunt blade of the dagger sliced through the leather gloves and tore open the palm of my hand. Dallen frowned slightly.

It was a mistake.

The original intention was actually to grab the wrist.

‘Have you not absorbed it all yet?’

There was a concept of skill level in this game. Obtaining a skill does not immediately make you an expert.

Dallen was able to overcome these limitations to some extent with his high intelligence level and superhuman physical abilities, but there were still limitations.

Of course, it wasn’t a big problem. All you have to do is continue training in the future.

Because this is just the beginning.

“Fuck you. “What kind of dagger can you just use with your hand…”

A gangster mutters in disbelief in a trembling voice. Dallen hit the guy with his right hand before the wound got any wider.

“Wow!”

The gangster’s head turned and white teeth splashed out along with red blood.

The guy who rolled around on the inn floor with his broken teeth started shaking and couldn’t get up again.

Silence fell over the once noisy inn. Dallen slowly shook his hands and looked around.

People looked at Dallen and then at the fallen gangsters and then back at Dallen.

The look in their eyes was as if they couldn’t believe what had happened in an instant.

“What have you done! Murder in front of everyone! I’ll report it to the security!”

The person who broke the silence was none other than the inn owner.

And without realizing it, Dallon took the ax in his hand.