I Became the Wrong Race

75 – Monster (1)

I never imagined that in my life, I would hear, ‘You are a field boss about to be raided.’

There was no way I, who was a weak modern person to begin with, would ever hear such a thing in my life, but anyway.

I was quite shocked after hearing what Alchemist Ortemilia said.

The most shocking thing is that I can’t bear to refute those words.

In Grim Darker, the Homunculus Mourner was a monster whose difficulty level varied.

A monster that even a beginner can see the ending even if he trains all other colleagues as he supports or goes alone without any colleagues.

Therefore, it was recommended for beginners. Because I was able to see the ending even if I continued the story at its worst.

The combination of the Mourner and the Homunculus was both deceptive and highly intuitive, because since ancient times, boosting stats was bound to be a scam.

It’s only natural to give abilities to homunculi who already have high abilities and give bonuses based on the three body abilities.

And the job recommended for beginners is done by someone like me, who ranks 7th in the world speedrunning rankings.

An unprecedented reverse raid event was taking place in the game.

Whether it’s a shadow or an enemy, there’s no way to catch me 1:1, but they’ve done too much to give up.

The intention was to form an army and a punitive force to raid me.

So I realized something again.

If Ortemilia hadn’t told me, I would have been really screwed.

It would be better if I was the only one who got screwed, but my natural personality and charm attracted people, so there were a lot of people around me.

There were even several people who got screwed when I gave up.

For example, Lorian, who considers me to be the second coming of his father and follows me.

Isla considers me a potential groom.

Ortemilia is happy that she found a healthy climbing rope after catching a rotten rope.

Melody and her older sister are being chased by the empire, and the mourner who is following her because I told them I will kill them someday, as well as former imperial officials who followed her.

No, fuck. It’s everything.

There was a lot more baggage on my shoulders than I thought. I could no longer think, ‘I’ll just fight and give up.’

I don’t even know if I can go back when I die, and even if I do, my sister won’t be there.

Yes, sister.

Only family. I don’t know if you think of me as family, but if you think of me as family, that’s fine.

I have received a lot from my sister, so now it is my turn to repay.

I sat filling myself with such thoughts.

It was a forest with snow.

It was the first scene that came to mind in the place where I had fallen, and it wasn’t geographically far from there.

Why does it snow here all year round? Even though I thought about it, I didn’t think it was bad.

There’s no better place to hide a trap than a snowy forest.

Even if I didn’t install it, it was like that.

If it’s good enough, it’s good.

No fire started. There is a big difference between advertising that I am here and showing that I am staying here.

At least that’s what Isla said.

I wasn’t stupid enough to get angry at what a professional hunter said, so I thought about it in silence.

How did this happen?

The reason was obvious. It’s because he’s so successful.

Grim Darker was a dark fantasy with the word ‘dark’ in its name, and it was a place where it was quite common for people to die.

Nine out of ten quests have bad endings, and almost none have a simple ending.

A village girl was kidnapped?

If you go to a cave, you will see heads rolling around with their scalps peeled off.

Are you looking for your missing brother?

Now, the older brother, who has become a twisted monster after picking up something wrong in a dungeon, kills his younger brother and gets stabbed by the player.

A noble gave you a request to explore an area?

Even if it seems like it will end peacefully, something suddenly goes wrong and either the noble is screwed, the player is screwed, or everyone is screwed.

It was that kind of world.

It’s a miracle that my sister cleared the main quest at point 1 and became a homunculus.

In short, it was a shitty world in which ordinary humans could not survive.

In that world, I was born as a monster.

He chose the wrong race and became a monster, but it was a good thing in that he didn’t just die.

Of course, all the dangers that would have followed were overcome, and only after being safely confined for a year did they fall to the New World.

A place full of all kinds of evildoers and unknowns. A continent waiting for me to adventure.

At the same time, it is a place full of danger. There, I felt like I was getting my due.

This was an example of that. A threat that I must face in the future.

Because of the possibility and process of becoming ridiculously strong, I will continue to have to deal with an army that views me as a monster.

Today was the first step.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I didn’t sleep.”

“Let me help you.”

“What do I know to help? “I’ll be glad if you don’t disturb me.”

Someone appeared through the snow.

Pure white hair, pure white clothes, and a plump tail that holds the center of gravity well.

It was Isla, the best and only hunter I know.

She approached with her tail wagging. There were no footprints at every step.

“Just being next to you helps.”

“… No way? “I’m not even a melody.”

“Emotional help.”

“Ah.”

Look at this. If I die fighting like this, how can I think the same thing?

People naturally tend to be generous to people who care for them and like them, and this was especially true for me.

Although her body her she is a monster, her soul and spirit her she are human. I sat Isla down next to her and lifted her head in a daze.

It was snowing without any intention of stopping.

[Name: Llewelyn]

[Race: Homunculus]

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 8]

[Reputation: Public Enemy]

[Strength: 22(+6)][Dexterity: 20(+5)][Health: 22(+6)]

[Magic Power: □][Inspiration: □][Charm: □]

[Play time: 9,470 hours]

It’s been about four days since I heard that an army was formed to subdue me.

There was ample time to think and prepare.

That was the important agenda.

‘How and what to prepare?’

There are many things to discuss, but first, there was some tidying up.

The nameless underground city was initially abandoned.

Usually, the main quest is accompanied by danger or threats as if it were a given.

The moment you pick up a blue mineral, you become the guardian of the mineral, the seeker of the mineral, and the evil spirit.

Whatever it was, there was a chance it would come out. So, to reduce variables, the underground city was postponed.

The gangsters and mixed blood vampires were left behind.

I wanted to postpone it to Lorian, but even so, it was a matter of later.

“What are you doing?”

Because I can’t face the punitive force alone.

I saw Lorian appearing through the falling snow.

He had good complexion. Is it because they sucked a lot of my blood?

“Seeing the eyes.”

“Is there anything to see? “I’m a bit sick of it.”

“Prepare the trap?”

“It seemed to be going well. Of course, I don’t know because I’m an outsider.”

I wasn’t the only one in this forest.

There was Isla next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder, and there was also a mourner in Lorian.

Inseon was everything.

I left my sister and Melody in the pantheon.

My older sister was renowned as a protector of the nation, and the golden oriole even plotted assassinations in three clans.

If those two are here, will the people who came to subdue me really want to deal with them all with the troops they brought with them?

I thought no. It probably went up as the encounter difficulty went up, but never decreased.

And in such an increased level of difficulty, will I be able to protect not only myself but also the rest of the people?

I was skeptical. Then, if I die, I will definitely not be able to eat or porridge, but I thought it was better than not being able to do anything because the difficulty level increased.

At least that was the case for me.

Actually, this is my first time experiencing a reverse raid, so I don’t know what’s best.

All I can do is believe that this is the best. I looked blankly at the white breath spreading like a sigh.

“Are we ready?”

Isn’t that what I want to say? When I looked at Lorian, he had a very serious expression.

“I don’t know which clan they will come from…” ” It’s not that bad. It doesn’t feel good.”

“When hasn’t that happened?”

“If you think about it, it’s been like that since Edilum. If even an adult of a blood family like Hertol is manipulated…”

This bastard, you can’t bear to bring up a story that you didn’t want to bring up because it gives you a headache.

I looked at him angrily, but Lorian couldn’t care less about me.

“Perhaps Llewelyn, even if I tell you that you are your father’s second coming, you will not listen. Even if you come from blood relatives… Everyone will have to fight.”

“It’s going to make my ears tingle.”

Even that was a story that had already been brought up a few times. Lorian chewed his lips anxiously.

“That’s about it. Just being prepared doesn’t give you peace of mind.”

Of course I knew it well. Still, I couldn’t suppress the rising backlash.

As I sigh, Lorian looks at me. Yeah, I’m not going to complain to you.

Still, I felt something.

If you fight in the city, the number of people dying needlessly increases.

Since there was something inexplicable about manipulation, I also wanted to avoid increasing the number of enemies.

So I came to the forest.

That’s 4 days. Preparing, repairing, and planning a trap while worrying about not knowing when it will come.

I feel nervous. Maintaining tension for a long time was tiring.

“Now.”

So while I was trying not to get on my nerves, the only thing that soothed me was the fluffy, soft, warm tail.

I buried my face in the tail that was thrust in front of me for a moment.

It was soft. The wick was warm and had a nice smell, so just putting it on my face had the effect of calming my mind and body.

It’s similar to raising a pet, but it feels completely different. A deep and deep favor towards me.

Even when he recognized that he had been charmed, he did not feel offended or reluctant about it.

Rather, I felt myself falling deeper into the fascination. I was a little embarrassed because I didn’t feel like I was the kind of person who would be loved that much.

Still, I was glad because it was an honest and transparent favor.

It was even more so because other than my sister, there weren’t many people who were this kind to me.

That kindness, the nice smell, and the confidence of saying I would die with you gave me a sense of security.

When I lifted his face from his tail, I saw Lorian. A restless blood knight.

After seeing his face after receiving tail therapy, his troubled mind seemed to calm down a bit.

Well, it’s not a bad thing to look pretty at any time.

I made my breath with a long sigh.

Breath that arises and disappears in a hazy manner.

Myeonggyeong Jisu’s sinking heart opened up.

“You know the plan, right?”

“Hmm, I know. The problem is…”

“Are you okay. After all, preparation is important when it comes to planning, and it doesn’t have to happen. “Most things don’t go as planned anyway and are just improvisation.”

Someone said Anyway, I think it was something some crazy person said.

Anyway, that was correct.

Even if the plan seemed perfect, it rarely actually went as planned.

What’s really important is improvisation, as I said.

A well-prepared plan, well-divided and prepared policies, materials, and preparations turn improvisation into an operation that can be implemented.

I stood up resolutely.

Just then, there was a human figure approaching from the other side of the forest.

A middle-aged man with a limp on one leg and carrying on his back a load of wooden stakes that he never knew when he got them.

An unknown mourner. He said with a serious expression.

“You’re here. There are so many.”

Well, not when.

I stretched out and put on my helmet.

It was time to welcome guests.