I Became the Wrong Race

76 – Monster (2)

A snowy forest, or a forest with lots of snow, was a good place to prepare for a surprise attack.

Full snow clearly showed footprints and made it easy to hide traps.

It was enough to get caught in a trap, it was enough to realize it and go back.

All you have to do is hide and ambush in a place without traps, on a road that could be considered an escape route.

But no one came for a long time. It was quiet, without the sound of weapons waving, the sound of the army advancing, or the growling of unleashed monsters.

As if anyone expected to come.

“… “They said they were coming.”

I looked back. There, the mourner was leaning against a tree out of consideration for his uncomfortable legs. In his hand was a wooden stake that he had carved himself.

“It was definitely coming.”

A confident expression. But it also seemed a little unfair.

In a situation like that, I couldn’t say anything. I don’t know if I was brought here without playing Grim Darker, but I remembered the Mourner skill tree.

Mourners gain Perception-type abilities at level 9. At the time, I only cared about function rather than principles, and it was probably an ability that was heavily influenced by a being called ‘father’.

Its sensing ability is close to super intuition. It can also be called a sixth sense.

So a mourner with level 9 will not be attacked. Even if the enemy is invisible, it is judged normally and whether or not it is hit is different.

Even considering the repeated tributes you get at level 7, it may be better to get hit in the first surprise attack.

When you are hit, mourning turns on. After that, it is the mourner’s turn.

I knew it because I knew it well and had dealt with it many times.

The uncle didn’t say anything nonsense.

And since it is an approach that I felt with my sixth sense, it is almost certainly not wrong. It was clear that something was really coming.

In other words, the situation is heading towards the worst.

“Fuck.”

No footprints are left on the snow.

Likewise, there are no shadows between the trees.

I don’t feel any signs of human presence, and I don’t see any monsters, wizards, or warriors that would have been brought in to capture me.

There was only terrible silence. It was clear that something was going wrong.

But what on earth is happening?

What else can I do against that?

My personality is close to that of a warrior who fights from the front. I was not aware of what was happening.

Instead, I turned to the experts.

You will have to seek expert opinion and either take a step back or push forward.

The surprise started from there. Isla’s always expressionless face was frozen, giving the impression of her coyness.

With a pale complexion, she touches her lips and looks at me. What was in those eyes was realization and fear.

“Escape—”

It was before I finished speaking. I felt arrows penetrating all over my body.

A gasping sound escaping. A death created by unconscious breathing.

In the first place, breathing was necessary to speak. So, if you die while spitting out words, don’t you spit out words like this?

The difference is that he didn’t die. Nevertheless, the penetrating arrow caused pain.

The pain reaches my brain. The pain that surged up to my brain gave me some thoughts of its own.

The faces of the dying. A face that closes its eyes in front of me and never opens them again.

It becomes solemn. Something built up in my heart moves through my muscles.

[Repeated memorial]

The solemnity itself gave me strength, so I gritted my teeth and asked. Suddenly, the ax held in my left hand soared high.

Slash the ax held high into the tree. Before I knew it, the vibrating ax was tearing up the tree as if it were some sort of chainsaw.

The tree that lost its base falls down like that.

The body naturally turned, and as my head followed the body, I saw countless arrows.

There were a lot. Arrows that approach without even giving a hint and are fired all at once.

As arrows filled his field of vision, he reflexively put away his ax and pulled out his sword with his right hand.

Natural footwork. An excellent martial art acquired by reaching mastery bonus 3.

Defense and parry with additional proficiency bonuses.

I thrust my sword towards the arrows of pure white light that colored my vision countless times.

It was an arrow that had even the shaft intentionally painted white.

There were too many to cut them all out.

An arrow penetrates the skin with a thud, thud. Murderous intent that reaches the brain and is withdrawn in mourning.

The mourner’s eyes widen and he stops throwing the stake, and Lorian grits his teeth and forms armor with blood.

I saw Isla. Isla looked devastated as she held her crossbow.

Only then did an arrow fortunately cross before my eyes.

A pure white arrow shaft with a pure white arrowhead. Items that hunters would normally prepare had familiar patterns engraved on them.

It is a blazing mountain pattern.

A pattern that I remember seeing once. Engraved symbol.

Before I had time to twist my head to avoid it, lead bullets hit my helmet one after another.

One step, two steps, three steps. Feeling like your brain is shaking. But the power of mourning holds me to the ground.

I barely lost consciousness,

“Tsk… !”

It’s familiar.

It feels very familiar.

It is good at hiding, disappears, and does not leave a single footprint in the snow.

His jumping ability is outstanding, and he is skilled at hunting.

He is a hunter. That’s right, it’s a ride. Those who cannot survive without hunting.

Naturally, someone came to mind. Someone is shooting a crossbow in a panic right behind you.

The crossbow that was fired as it missed my head got stuck in a tree, and only then did the leaves of the coniferous tree flutter and reveal itself.

It is a pure white leather suit. Something draped over the body, whether it is a cape or a poncho, is familiar.

It’s so cool that I’m not used to it. Just then, I saw hunters emerging from behind the shadows of the trees.

Hunters holding a net or spear in one hand and a hatchet in the other.

Hunters who all have long, large tails and distinctive ears of a snow leopard.

They rushed to me.

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Sparks flew out in all directions. In a world where it was only a moment before the spark would explode, my eyes scanned wildly in all directions.

Still, there was something that couldn’t be stopped. For example, something like a hand crossbow that suddenly extends and shoots at close range.

Kaang!

Even if I was hit by a crossbow like that, it was okay if I didn’t get hit. The spark that bounced again was this time coming from the helmet.

It is an attack that shakes the brain. If it weren’t for the debuff not working because he was in the middle of mourning, he would be dead now.

The hunters ignore the chills running down their spines and dig into the gap.

For the first time, I felt like I was being hunted. This was not something that people could originally feel and survive.

They attack expressionlessly and emotionlessly, drawing the most efficient line of movement.

It seemed like he thought of me as some kind of monster or beast that needed to be hunted, as if I wasn’t a person.

That was terrible. There was no time to agonize over feelings closer to contempt.

It was not an easy opponent.

The term punitive force was appropriate.

I love you!

The sword I swung splits the air. I aimed for the waist, which was difficult to avoid, but I avoided it. The body her bent flexibly.

That’s right, it’s a cat family. Because they are snow leopard beasts, they also have good jumping ability. A bridge that soars. I couldn’t stop it because I didn’t expect it to soar.

Poop!

“Tsk… !”

The snow-covered legs she hit my chin. As my head shakes, a corner of my vision begins to sparkle.

Kaang!

Before I knew it, I was swinging an ax from close range. Block it with the same axe. Before the hatchet that hit him fell out, he walked under it and threw it away.

Buuuuung!

The leg I swung after removing my defenses only cut through the air again. A hunter casually puts down his weapon and retreats.

The hunter already had a javelin in his hand his his his. Hold it backwards and throw it straight away. You can’t just get used to it, you’ve already become one.

He blocks it with the body of a monster that surpasses that of a superhuman. The head of the ax in front of me, forced to return, is pushed by the javelin and is unable to help but push me away.

The javelin was powerful enough to push back a monster with 22 points of strength. Sure enough, when I looked at it, I saw that its arms were like those of a snow leopard.

They are a transformation group. Like Isla. But there is no time to think about it.

The moment I hit the javelin, my vision was filled with arrows.

Countless arrows attack at once without any particular order. There were countless numbers that could not be eliminated even with extremely accelerated reaction speeds.

But it moves. He steps forward and swings both weapons in succession.

He strikes down five arrows with the ax blade, twists his body to deflect the one aimed at his neck with his helmet, and throws out the star blade to block the remaining three arrows.

The option to counterattack arises the moment you strike. Ignoring the trajectory I instinctively felt, I twisted my body even more and my feet touched the ground.

[Explosive leap]

And accelerate. The body shoots forward. Those who tried to block me disperse. They exquisitely spread out in all directions and target me from a distance that my weapons cannot reach.

Arrows, slingshots, javelins, throwing axes, nets, hunting dice, nooses.

The hunters’ leaping ability was less than mine in terms of speed and movement distance, but they were superior to me in terms of mobility.

Easily moving away, then slowly getting closer. A distant step that feels like a dream.

Just like Isla did. Even cooperation was difficult.

So, I blocked the projectiles fired all at once with my body, hit them back, and aimed at the closest person.

But I couldn’t reach it. The moment I swung the axe, the arrow fired hit the axe.

It barely misses a bit, but in that gap, the hunter, bent at the waist, jumps into the air and hangs on a tree.

I immediately tried to duck down, but when I saw the ax falling towards my head, I leaned back.

I know my weaknesses.

But it cannot be caught and killed.

Due to excellent jumping ability, overwhelming hunting ability, and perfect cooperation and skills that complement each other’s blind spots.

I was being hunted.

[Explosive leap]

As he stomps his feet and jumps up, the guy on the tree throws himself down and fires a catapult.

A lead bullet hits the head. As he fell over the tree, he took out a javelin and threw it while rolling on the ground.

I tried to hide behind a tree instead of rolling on the ground, but had to break through the tree and face Changcheom, who was pounding my helmet.

My body is pushed. My head shakes. If I wasn’t immune to debuffs, I would have stuck with it now.

I rolled on the floor and then stamped my feet again.

Weapons are fired from all directions as we move through even the message that appears in the corner of our vision.

Spear, sword, axe. When I turn around, my cape fluttering, I miss. Behind him was a hunter who kept throwing spears at me.

“Fuck… !”

After gritting my teeth, I stretched out my legs and kicked.

I put my arm forward as if I had missed it, but it was too late.

The arm breaks, the body bends and flies away. It breaks the tree and falls backwards, rolling on the floor.

But he wasn’t one to stop just because it hurt a little. He took out his medicine and was applying it to his arm.

Toxic bastards. Damn bastards.

If I don’t finish it, I’ll rejoin and be a piece of shit. I tried to finish it, but it wasn’t easy.

As soon as I take a step, a hunting pendulum entangles my legs.

Even if I tried to tear it apart, the net was drawn towards me.

He swings the star blade to strike it away, but in the meantime, he already sprays the potion and retreats.

Missed the opportunity Even the finishing touches cannot be made freely and as desired.

I felt impatient. A familiar face that naturally fills in the gaps.

A man with an uncanny resemblance to Isla, but with a colder look.

He greeted me with two axes in his hands.

Kang!

He blocked the swung star’s blade by pushing it away with the head of his axe.

He then steps back to avoid the swinging ax and throws an ax.

If you remove it with an axe, it is within reach.

Without hesitation, he digs in and aims for the neck with the dagger.

Skilled. In the end, if you want to take the head, you have no choice but to give up the bones. I allowed the dagger.

Puuuk, the feeling digging into my neck.

There was a feeling that life, something was slipping away.

But it’s an opportunity. I dropped the ax and reached out and grabbed the hunter’s neck.

Ujijijijik, paseok!

And then they break the neck and tear it off. The handsome face is distorted in pain and torn apart.

When I saw that, there was a slight feeling of joy rising in my stomach.

But before I could capture those feelings, three people cast a shadow over me.

He handed me the scroll without any sign of sadness. A scroll with flames drawn on it.

Flame spray. There was no time to escape.

Kwaa!

I gritted my teeth amidst the three rays of flame.

There was no burning pain. Mourning paralyzes the mind.

The repeated tributes lifted me up.

Death falls. My death approaches. After confirming the location with the burning and melting crystal, I finally shot forward.

Ugh!

A gasping sound was heard. Because of the leap and kick, the waist collapses and the internal organs are crushed.

Unable to hide my leaking laughter, I swung my sword.

The severed head soars. Our eyes meet. That death did not remain in my sight. It goes down.

What is this feeling?

Before I could even count, the hammer fell towards the blade of the sword.

Kaang!

The sword falls out of my hand. I immediately saw a hunter swinging a hammer next to me.

My helmet is dented by the hammer, and a javelin is stuck in my chest, pushing me away.

After being pushed and pushed away, I saw.

Countless arrows pouring towards me.

It felt strange.

Each one was clearly weaker than me.

I knew that, and those bastards knew that too.

But the fight was established.

They knew my weakness, took advantage of my strength, cooperated with each other, and acted efficiently.

They tried to hunt me down with profit and loss calculations that felt cold.

As with any subjugation, it was clearly a way to hunt something stronger.

Did the guys I dealt with feel the same way?

I felt helpless.

There was no time to do anything.

The trap didn’t work and was useless.

Our troops fell before we knew it in the midst of a fierce battle. I wish I was alive.

It was a clear predicament.

But why?

Is it because of the feeling of omnipotence that mourning gives?

I felt like something was boiling in my body.

It became a feeling of tension as a crisis approached, and the feeling of flesh splitting and breaking became a thrill.

In the meantime, the life that I took and broke with my own hands.

“Under…” .”

It just came out of my mouth. I smiled and raised my arms.

Phew, puff, puff. Turn over the pierced arm and aim.

Kwajak!

When I activate Iron Man, my arm scatters debris and three arrows fly out. Two people with crossbows behind a tree saw it and hid in time, but one was late.

After being hit by shrapnel and arrows, the head and upper arms turn into rags and fall down. I stamped my foot when I saw that.

[Explosive leap]

My body accelerating with a loud noise.

When the world stretched out and regained its original shape, the hunter hiding behind the tree was suddenly caught in my hands.

“Ugh… !”

With a quick breath, he took out his dagger and aimed for his neck, but he was slow.

I swung at the hunter who was still caught.

The swinging body hits the tree, the eyes become blurry, and the lower body is shattered and flies away.

Scattered internal organs and flesh. A life that dies and escapes.

The other hunters indifferently widened their distance and aimed their weapons at the sight. But it was still slow.

Using another explosive leap, I approached through a rain of arrows.

Another person was shattered by a front kick, and the rising excitement made me wave my hands.

Kwajijijijik!

The fighting skills were good.

The five fingers that I just spread out and swung split the human skull and came out the other side.

The three dead people fall to the floor.

“Monster… !”

Death soaking the floor and hunters nervously looking at me with their eyes wide open.

There were still many enemies. They haven’t exhausted all their means yet.

But why?

[Mother’s Favorite]

[This is your armor forged with your blood and tempered with your bones and flesh.

May your mother protect you.]

[All parts of the armor are treated as part of the body and share the effects of regeneration and health recovery.

We also share body strengthening spells and effects.]

[(Llewellyn only) When repeated memorials are activated –

For some reason, I was becoming more and more happy.

I moved forward, breaking through the messages that obscured my vision.