Translator: HunterW
Editor: RED
Bristol, England…
“Is that it?” I was examining the entrance of a high-grade dungeon while staying hidden about ten kilometers away. It was the high-grade dungeon the Windsor Guard, the number one guild of the United Kingdom, controlled. I came here secretly for one reason and one reason only; to show the NCR Guild and the Windsor Guard just how dangerous a “scared dog” was.
“Summon: Dungeon Mole.”
-Banana candy?-
“I’ll give you some when we’re done here. Consume.”
==[You have consumed your target.
Target: Dungeon Mole
Time applied: 24 hours
Effect 1: Dungeon Teleport (Can be used 3 times a day.)
Effect 2: Dungeon Search (Can be used once a day, 1 range counter is available)]==
From what I could see all the way from here, there were about fifty guards patrolling the entrance. They had it locked down tight. There were also four large buildings right next to the dungeon entrance. Who knew how many more Windsor Guards were inside? I was going to need the Dungeon Mole’s abilities to get inside without setting off any alarms.
I carefully made my way forward until I was about five kilometers away from the entrance. “Dungeon Search.”
==[Dungeon Search has been activated.
Dungeon Search’s counter is currently at 1.
1 range counter will now be used.]==
Soon, a message appeared telling me that it was now searching for nearby dungeons. About three minutes later, another message appeared.
==[A dungeon has been found.
Bristol Dungeon.]==
It worked. Now, I could get inside the Bristol Dungeon without the Windsor Guards’ knowledge. “Dungeon Teleport: Bristol Dungeon!”
==[You will now Teleport to Bristol Dungeon
You will be moved to a random place on the dungeon’s first floor.]==
My body felt like it was being sucked into the sky for a moment while my surroundings changed. I quickly looked around me in case I was unfortunate enough to be moved right next to a Windsor Guard, but thankfully, I was alone.
I had never been here before, so it was my first time seeing what sort of dungeon this was. As I looked around, I noticed what terrain this dungeon had and I thought to myself that this was quite the coincidence. Out of all terrains, this dungeon was a desert.
==[You are currently in a desert terrain.
The Desert King’s Resolution responds to the sands.
ATT and MATT increased by 15%.
DEF and MDEF increased by 15%.]==
I chuckled to myself. I did not expect a high-grade dungeon in the UK of all places to be a desert terrain. Sure, I knew that a dungeon’s geographical location did not determine its terrain type. Mt. Fuji’s dungeon was a swamp-type, after all. But the reason I was here in Bristol Dungeon was to outright cause a scene. Coincidentally, this dungeon had now boosted my combat abilities by 15%, as if it wanted me to hurt its owners. Well, that’s what they got for calling me a coward and for targeting Pedro when I specifically said that he was mine.
“Mana Conversion – Wind. Warrior’s Brave Spirit. Howl of the Wolf.”
==[Mana Conversion – Wind Level 5 has been activated.]==
==[Warrior’s Brave Spirit Level 2 has been activated.]==
==[Howl of the Wolf has been activated.]==
Once I finished my battle preparations, I took out the well-made mask I had prepared before coming here. It was a golden mask of a duck. It also wasn’t in the likeness of the Duck Duck character from Korea, it was in the likeness of the Angry Duck that was popular in Europe. I pulled out my trademark Heart’s Blood Harrier. Its appearance itself was intimidating, with its curved, pitch black blade oozing a blood-red aura.
I had no intention of completely hiding my identity. Well, I did think about it, but I quickly realized it was impossible. My combat style was too unique and I wasn’t about to switch it up now just for this. So I made my decision that I would make it obvious that it was me by revamping the whole concept I used with Duck Duck. It also didn’t matter if the Windsor Guards accused me; I could just blatantly lie that it wasn’t me.
“Let’s play!” I was in deep behind enemy lines, with the entrance of the dungeon heavily guarded, but I did not feel tense or anything. In fact, my entire body felt lighter than before. Now that my base STR was well beyond 20,000, I practically glided over the soft sand. I zoomed through the dungeon, searching for my prey and about five minutes later, I finally heard the sounds of battle.
—
“Tanks, form a defensive line!”
The deafening boom as solid bodies struck the metal of shields echoed across the dungeon floor.
“2nd and 3rd attack teams, begin your attacks!”
“Fireball!”
“Ifrit’s Raging Flame!”
“Exploding Firebolt!”
“Razor Wind!”
The attacking Sand Giants fell to the ground with a crash from the volley of attacks.
“Nice! Healers, keep an eye on our tanks’ HP!”
“Yes, sir!”
Conrad, the captain of the Windsor Guards’ 73rd hunting party, looked proudly on his thirty party members as they showed exemplary teamwork. He was also proud of himself for making such snap decisions. Conrad turned to the two scouts who had lured in the five Sand Giants that just fell. “The two of you search for more Giants to lure. The rest of you, get ready for battle!”
“Yes, sir!”
As his party members moved as one to get ready, Conrad sifted through the sand where the Sand Giants fell to pick up the dropped loot. It was his role as the party leader to evenly distribute the items among the party members, but he naturally pocketed a bit more for himself.
About three minutes later, the two scouts had returned with more Sand Giants on their tail and the party began the hunt once more. They did not know that an entity far more dangerous than the Sand Giants was watching them from afar.
——
I watched the Windsor Guard hunting party fight from about a kilometer away. “Huh. So that’s how they hunt.” I could have run straight in, but I decided to hold back and watch. I wasn’t going to stop with these thirty devas, and there was bound to be more hunting parties in this dungeon. I needed to know how the Windsor Guard’s hunting parties operated to make it easier on me.
This party had seven tanks, fifteen DPS, three healers and two supporters. The captain stayed back in the rear lines, giving out the orders. They actually worked pretty well together; it was obvious that they were all veterans of the hunt and made quick, clean work of the Sand Giants.
I smiled. “Let’s see how well they do against unforeseen circumstances.” It was no secret that I did not like the Windsor Guards. If they had been upfront with their intentions and revealed to the rest to the world that they weren’t the good guys, I wouldn’t have really minded. It would have given the lesser devas a chance to not get caught up with them, but that wasn’t the case. They were the biggest hypocritical assholes, even though they were supposed to be the famed Queen’s Guard. I knew for a fact that they had stolen countless items from weaker devas to participate in the Best Treasure quest, and had even committed several kidnappings to get what they wanted.
Now, I finally had the chance to properly punish them.
Once the hunting party engaged the next wave of Sand Giants, I glided across the sand towards them. Once I got close enough, I Blinked right next to the front line of tanks.
“Gah!” The tanks were too busy defending against the Sand Giants to notice me. The tanker deva at the very front fell after two of my attacks and vanished into a cloud of smoke.
“Huh?”
“What’s going on?” The other tanks turned to notice that their comrade had disappeared, only to scream out in pain as they died to my attacks. Even though they were tanks, it only took me two attacks to get through their defense and kill them. It took me less than fifteen seconds to wipe out the seven tanks. The rest of the party finally realized what was going on as their line of defense was wiped out and screamed in unison.
“Fuck! What is this?”
“But… this is our dungeon!”
“Is he one of us?”
“Why would he be? You just saw what he did! He killed all of our tanks!”
“Dumbass! You just said this is our dungeon!”
I stood in front of them, staring as they clamored amongst themselves in panic. They obviously did not know how to react to the sudden changes of battle. Then again, it would be difficult to expect the sudden appearance of an enemy in the middle of an established dungeon, especially if that enemy was me.
“All of you, shut up!” The man who remained on the rear lines giving out orders silenced his team and stepped forward to face me.
—
“I am Conrad, captain of the Windsor Guard’s 73rd hunting team! Identify yourself! Who are you and why are you doing this? This is the Windsor Guard’s Bristol Dungeon, so I know you have to be one of us, so…” Conrad trailed off. He saw the same thing as his party members; how his tanks had fallen to only two attacks from this stranger. He knew no one in his guild had that much attack power. Not even his commander, Duke Glavis, possessed such power. It was now obvious to Conrad that this stranger was the enemy. A bead of sweat dripped down Conrad’s forehead. He had no idea how this masked man was able to enter the Bristol Dungeon without alerting his fellow Guards, and that scared him.
—
The captain of the hunting party had started off confident, but I could clearly hear the tremble in his voice. I smiled as I replied, “Me? I’m Angry Duck. I’m always mad!”
As soon as I finished talking, I charged in. The tanks were already dead. The rest of the hunting party had no hope of surviving now.
“Gah!” A DPS deva fell in one clean strike.
“Shit! Stop him!”
“Earth Wall!”
“Chain Lightning!”
“Piercing Power Shot!”
“Slow! Slow!”
A volley of attacks flew right at me, but they may as well have thrown pebbles at me. I pierced through the wall of earth in a single stab and the rest of the attacks bounced off me.
==[Slow has been removed due to status immunity.]==
I juggled with the thought that I should act as if I was under the effect of Slow, but they were going to find out that it was me, anyway. There was no point in hiding that I was an Unrivaled deva right now and I just continued my onslaught of attacks.
“Gah!”
“Fuck!”
“They were all… one hit kills? Is that even possible?”
“Obviously. I’m right here, aren’t I?”
—
“Slow…Slow isn’t working, sir!” a supporter cried out as she tried to hide herself behind a dungeon wall.
There were a few ways a debuff like Slow wouldn’t work. It could be a difference in level, he could have higher MDEF, or have some item that protected him from debuffs. There was also the chance that he was one of those famous Unrivaled devas.
A name popped up in Conrad’s mind when he heard the cry from his supporter. Lee Jiwon; the spear-wielding monster of a deva. Conrad had also seen what Lee Jiwon had done during the battle between the Abu Dhabi Guild and Astes. Conrad finally realized that this masked stranger was absolutely Lee Jiwon, and that the sands of the dungeon were going to be his own grave.
“Lee…Jiwon?”
“What? No, I said I’m Angry Duck.” Those were the last words Conrad heard before he resurrected three hours later.
Translator: HunterW
Editor: RED
Bristol, England…
“Is that it?” I was examining the entrance of a high-grade dungeon while staying hidden about ten kilometers away. It was the high-grade dungeon the Windsor Guard, the number one guild of the United Kingdom, controlled. I came here secretly for one reason and one reason only; to show the NCR Guild and the Windsor Guard just how dangerous a “scared dog” was.
“Summon: Dungeon Mole.”
-Banana candy?-
“I’ll give you some when we’re done here. Consume.”
==[You have consumed your target.
Target: Dungeon Mole
Time applied: 24 hours
Effect 1: Dungeon Teleport (Can be used 3 times a day.)
Effect 2: Dungeon Search (Can be used once a day, 1 range counter is available)]==
From what I could see all the way from here, there were about fifty guards patrolling the entrance. They had it locked down tight. There were also four large buildings right next to the dungeon entrance. Who knew how many more Windsor Guards were inside? I was going to need the Dungeon Mole’s abilities to get inside without setting off any alarms.
I carefully made my way forward until I was about five kilometers away from the entrance. “Dungeon Search.”
==[Dungeon Search has been activated.
Dungeon Search’s counter is currently at 1.
1 range counter will now be used.]==
Soon, a message appeared telling me that it was now searching for nearby dungeons. About three minutes later, another message appeared.
==[A dungeon has been found.
Bristol Dungeon.]==
It worked. Now, I could get inside the Bristol Dungeon without the Windsor Guards’ knowledge. “Dungeon Teleport: Bristol Dungeon!”
==[You will now Teleport to Bristol Dungeon
You will be moved to a random place on the dungeon’s first floor.]==
My body felt like it was being sucked into the sky for a moment while my surroundings changed. I quickly looked around me in case I was unfortunate enough to be moved right next to a Windsor Guard, but thankfully, I was alone.
I had never been here before, so it was my first time seeing what sort of dungeon this was. As I looked around, I noticed what terrain this dungeon had and I thought to myself that this was quite the coincidence. Out of all terrains, this dungeon was a desert.
==[You are currently in a desert terrain.
The Desert King’s Resolution responds to the sands.
ATT and MATT increased by 15%.
DEF and MDEF increased by 15%.]==
I chuckled to myself. I did not expect a high-grade dungeon in the UK of all places to be a desert terrain. Sure, I knew that a dungeon’s geographical location did not determine its terrain type. Mt. Fuji’s dungeon was a swamp-type, after all. But the reason I was here in Bristol Dungeon was to outright cause a scene. Coincidentally, this dungeon had now boosted my combat abilities by 15%, as if it wanted me to hurt its owners. Well, that’s what they got for calling me a coward and for targeting Pedro when I specifically said that he was mine.
“Mana Conversion – Wind. Warrior’s Brave Spirit. Howl of the Wolf.”
==[Mana Conversion – Wind Level 5 has been activated.]==
==[Warrior’s Brave Spirit Level 2 has been activated.]==
==[Howl of the Wolf has been activated.]==
Once I finished my battle preparations, I took out the well-made mask I had prepared before coming here. It was a golden mask of a duck. It also wasn’t in the likeness of the Duck Duck character from Korea, it was in the likeness of the Angry Duck that was popular in Europe. I pulled out my trademark Heart’s Blood Harrier. Its appearance itself was intimidating, with its curved, pitch black blade oozing a blood-red aura.
I had no intention of completely hiding my identity. Well, I did think about it, but I quickly realized it was impossible. My combat style was too unique and I wasn’t about to switch it up now just for this. So I made my decision that I would make it obvious that it was me by revamping the whole concept I used with Duck Duck. It also didn’t matter if the Windsor Guards accused me; I could just blatantly lie that it wasn’t me.
“Let’s play!” I was in deep behind enemy lines, with the entrance of the dungeon heavily guarded, but I did not feel tense or anything. In fact, my entire body felt lighter than before. Now that my base STR was well beyond 20,000, I practically glided over the soft sand. I zoomed through the dungeon, searching for my prey and about five minutes later, I finally heard the sounds of battle.
—
“Tanks, form a defensive line!”
The deafening boom as solid bodies struck the metal of shields echoed across the dungeon floor.
“2nd and 3rd attack teams, begin your attacks!”
“Fireball!”
“Ifrit’s Raging Flame!”
“Exploding Firebolt!”
“Razor Wind!”
The attacking Sand Giants fell to the ground with a crash from the volley of attacks.
“Nice! Healers, keep an eye on our tanks’ HP!”
“Yes, sir!”
Conrad, the captain of the Windsor Guards’ 73rd hunting party, looked proudly on his thirty party members as they showed exemplary teamwork. He was also proud of himself for making such snap decisions. Conrad turned to the two scouts who had lured in the five Sand Giants that just fell. “The two of you search for more Giants to lure. The rest of you, get ready for battle!”
“Yes, sir!”
As his party members moved as one to get ready, Conrad sifted through the sand where the Sand Giants fell to pick up the dropped loot. It was his role as the party leader to evenly distribute the items among the party members, but he naturally pocketed a bit more for himself.
About three minutes later, the two scouts had returned with more Sand Giants on their tail and the party began the hunt once more. They did not know that an entity far more dangerous than the Sand Giants was watching them from afar.
——
I watched the Windsor Guard hunting party fight from about a kilometer away. “Huh. So that’s how they hunt.” I could have run straight in, but I decided to hold back and watch. I wasn’t going to stop with these thirty devas, and there was bound to be more hunting parties in this dungeon. I needed to know how the Windsor Guard’s hunting parties operated to make it easier on me.
This party had seven tanks, fifteen DPS, three healers and two supporters. The captain stayed back in the rear lines, giving out the orders. They actually worked pretty well together; it was obvious that they were all veterans of the hunt and made quick, clean work of the Sand Giants.
I smiled. “Let’s see how well they do against unforeseen circumstances.” It was no secret that I did not like the Windsor Guards. If they had been upfront with their intentions and revealed to the rest to the world that they weren’t the good guys, I wouldn’t have really minded. It would have given the lesser devas a chance to not get caught up with them, but that wasn’t the case. They were the biggest hypocritical assholes, even though they were supposed to be the famed Queen’s Guard. I knew for a fact that they had stolen countless items from weaker devas to participate in the Best Treasure quest, and had even committed several kidnappings to get what they wanted.
Now, I finally had the chance to properly punish them.
Once the hunting party engaged the next wave of Sand Giants, I glided across the sand towards them. Once I got close enough, I Blinked right next to the front line of tanks.
“Gah!” The tanks were too busy defending against the Sand Giants to notice me. The tanker deva at the very front fell after two of my attacks and vanished into a cloud of smoke.
“Huh?”
“What’s going on?” The other tanks turned to notice that their comrade had disappeared, only to scream out in pain as they died to my attacks. Even though they were tanks, it only took me two attacks to get through their defense and kill them. It took me less than fifteen seconds to wipe out the seven tanks. The rest of the party finally realized what was going on as their line of defense was wiped out and screamed in unison.
“Fuck! What is this?”
“But… this is our dungeon!”
“Is he one of us?”
“Why would he be? You just saw what he did! He killed all of our tanks!”
“Dumbass! You just said this is our dungeon!”
I stood in front of them, staring as they clamored amongst themselves in panic. They obviously did not know how to react to the sudden changes of battle. Then again, it would be difficult to expect the sudden appearance of an enemy in the middle of an established dungeon, especially if that enemy was me.
“All of you, shut up!” The man who remained on the rear lines giving out orders silenced his team and stepped forward to face me.
—
“I am Conrad, captain of the Windsor Guard’s 73rd hunting team! Identify yourself! Who are you and why are you doing this? This is the Windsor Guard’s Bristol Dungeon, so I know you have to be one of us, so…” Conrad trailed off. He saw the same thing as his party members; how his tanks had fallen to only two attacks from this stranger. He knew no one in his guild had that much attack power. Not even his commander, Duke Glavis, possessed such power. It was now obvious to Conrad that this stranger was the enemy. A bead of sweat dripped down Conrad’s forehead. He had no idea how this masked man was able to enter the Bristol Dungeon without alerting his fellow Guards, and that scared him.
—
The captain of the hunting party had started off confident, but I could clearly hear the tremble in his voice. I smiled as I replied, “Me? I’m Angry Duck. I’m always mad!”
As soon as I finished talking, I charged in. The tanks were already dead. The rest of the hunting party had no hope of surviving now.
“Gah!” A DPS deva fell in one clean strike.
“Shit! Stop him!”
“Earth Wall!”
“Chain Lightning!”
“Piercing Power Shot!”
“Slow! Slow!”
A volley of attacks flew right at me, but they may as well have thrown pebbles at me. I pierced through the wall of earth in a single stab and the rest of the attacks bounced off me.
==[Slow has been removed due to status immunity.]==
I juggled with the thought that I should act as if I was under the effect of Slow, but they were going to find out that it was me, anyway. There was no point in hiding that I was an Unrivaled deva right now and I just continued my onslaught of attacks.
“Gah!”
“Fuck!”
“They were all… one hit kills? Is that even possible?”
“Obviously. I’m right here, aren’t I?”
—
“Slow…Slow isn’t working, sir!” a supporter cried out as she tried to hide herself behind a dungeon wall.
There were a few ways a debuff like Slow wouldn’t work. It could be a difference in level, he could have higher MDEF, or have some item that protected him from debuffs. There was also the chance that he was one of those famous Unrivaled devas.
A name popped up in Conrad’s mind when he heard the cry from his supporter. Lee Jiwon; the spear-wielding monster of a deva. Conrad had also seen what Lee Jiwon had done during the battle between the Abu Dhabi Guild and Astes. Conrad finally realized that this masked stranger was absolutely Lee Jiwon, and that the sands of the dungeon were going to be his own grave.
“Lee…Jiwon?”
“What? No, I said I’m Angry Duck.” Those were the last words Conrad heard before he resurrected three hours later.
