The Game Difficulty
Is Crazy
The green glow in the Leader’s eyes as he stared at Glen grew even thinner.
“I do not understand.”
Pretending to aim for his back, provoking an attack, and getting blown away behind him.
And what he gained from that was nothing more than a single old book.
Enduring the release of demonic energy and somehow stabbing his sword in would have been far more threatening.
“That ambush just now was your last chance. And yet you threw it away. You truly are a foolish one.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What did you say?”
Glen showed the book in his left hand.
“With just this, chances to go for your life will come as many times as I want.”
《Sword Manual of the Nameless Royal Family》
《Grade》 : Legendary
《Type》 : Skill Book
: A secret manual containing the swordsmanship of a king who once ruled half the continent. You can learn the legendary-grade skill 『Wrath of the Overlord』.
《Story》
: A king who lost his name. From a poor farmer to a king who ruled half the continent, he relied only on a single sword and the swordsmanship he created himself.
:“When His Majesty swings his sword once, ten knights fall. Twice, a hundred fall. Thrice, a thousand perish.”
A sword technique said to kill a thousand knights with three strikes.
The power written was exactly as Glen remembered from the original work.
Of course, at Glen’s current level, he could only reproduce a tiny fraction of that power.
But—
‘For now, that’s enough.’
Glen opened the book.
As the turning pages began to emit a golden light, the book turned into particles of light and started to disappear.
《You have used the skill book.》
《You have learned the skill 『Wrath of the Overlord』. Current mastery: 1/3》
Simple system messages.
But inside Glen’s mind, every movement and explanation written in the sword manual was engraved as vividly as a living memory.
“Your soul has changed in size. The effect of the book, perhaps… but it still cannot reach even my feet.”
The Leader swung his staff.
Dozens of undead rose and charged at Glen.
“Feel the overwhelming difference in souls and perish.”
The Leader sneered.
Undead swarming like a pack of dogs.
Looking at the black tide, Glen lowered his stance.
“You’re right. Just getting one skill doesn’t flip the balance.”
The Leader was a full five-star.
Glen was still only two-star.
Even if he gained one more technique, the gap in raw power would not disappear.
“But you know?”
“Krrraaaah!!”
The undead at the front opened its jaws, trying to bite off Glen’s head.
At the same time, Glen lifted his head.
“There’s a huge difference between a zero percent chance to win and even a tiny chance!”
Shraaaak—!
An upward slash against the charging undead.
Then a thrust into the second undead right behind it.
Even while dealing with the pouring undead, Glen’s eyes stayed locked on the Leader.
‘Even with a legendary skill, I can only use it about once at my current state.’
Since it was his final trump card, he had to use it at the most certain moment.
If the Leader survived after a half-baked finish, that would truly be disastrous.
That chance might never come at all.
Still, Glen swung his sword.
To create the moment to place the final puzzle piece for reversal.
“Kuaaaah!”
“Kieeeek!”
The wave of undead was endless.
But within it, the light in Glen’s eyes burned fiercely.
Slash—
Shraaaak—
He continued his sword strikes without rest, continuously reinforcing his body and blade with holy power.
As he did, the number of undead rapidly decreased.
“…….”
Meanwhile, the Leader watched Glen pushing back the undead in silence.
Honestly, he was impressed.
‘With such a small soul, he can produce this much power?’
No matter how much one concealed their strength, the Leader’s eyes, which saw essence through souls, could not be deceived.
A large soul was strong. A small soul was weak. The amount of power a soul could hold was fixed.
The size of Glen’s soul was not much different from that of ordinary low-ranking holy knights.
Normally, letting a dozen undead through would be enough to make him struggle and die.
Yet the number of undead thrown in just to tear apart that one small soul was already nearing the hundreds.
An unexpected and significant loss.
‘I’ve consumed more spiritual power than necessary.’
The Leader raised his arm.
His once-clear form had become semi-transparent.
Spiritual power was the life force of a spiritual body.
Even though demonic energy was mixed in, to create undead, the Leader had to shave away his own life.
But there was no need to worry.
‘It will end soon.’
The human’s movements were slowing.
At this point, the speed of creating undead was faster than the speed of eliminating them.
The outcome was already decided.
“For such a small soul, you fought impressively. I will remember your soul, so now accept eternal rest.”
The Leader swung his staff.
The bell attached to it rang.
The undead surged with even greater momentum.
“Give up and become food for the starving souls.”
That was when—
Kugugugugu—
Suddenly, the space shook as if an earthquake had struck, and a loud rumble came from afar.
Kuuung—
Koom—!
The sound grew closer.
The Leader looked toward the entrance.
“Those at the village entrance, it seems. They must have come all this way to find you. But they are nothing more than small fry.”
He rang the bell and summoned new undead, placing them in position. There were dozens.
“Even if a few more insignificant ones are added, nothing will chan—”
Kwaaaaang—!
Suddenly, a violent explosion and a gust of wind erupted from the entrance.
Undead caught in the storm were blown away helplessly and crashed to the ground.
And standing at the center of it—
“I found you.”
It was Tris, her expression firm.
Her ash-gray hair fluttered, stained with the rotten blood of the undead.
“Tris… noona?”
Glen looked genuinely surprised.
He had never imagined Tris would come all the way here.
Of course, judging by her blood-stained hair and tired expression, she was not in good condition.
Still, the support of Tris, a five-star holy knight, was a golden opportunity for Glen.
An unexpected ally had arrived to place the final puzzle piece.
“…….”
Tris shifted her gaze.
From Glen to the undead.
And from the undead to the Leader.
“So it’s you. The cause of all this chaos.”
Tris’s eyes sharpened.
“……I see. I was wondering who dared to kill the two mutants I cherished. So it was you, woman.”
The Leader’s eyes also flickered with clear displeasure.
