The Foreigner on the Periphery

Hell of Disbelief (15)

Unlike the detainees who moved in the direction in which Ha Eun-seong escaped to, those who pursued the other side quickly fell into trouble. “Damn, I missed it!” 

The prisoners who flew in the dark city sky all descended to the ground at once. This was because the traces he left openly, as if urging the others to follow him, had disappeared. Asif-1,319,552 were among them, who were confident that they could follow any traces unless it was an old dragon. 

“····” 

The scenery he had seen in the spirit world was only clean this time. “I’m going crazy. I’d rather not speak about the plans confidently in case something goes wrong.” 

The laughter that then ensued was enough to wound his pride. “It seems that this is Asif-666. Running west was the bait.” 

“But if you really miss him like this, will you end up only getting the bait? We have to go straight to the hostage plan.” 

“Wait a minute, I’ll look for it.” 

The person who spoke like that was the last elemental to be recruited. As he concentrated, the space before him ended up getting distorted, and a spirit was summoned. It looked like a half-elf that resembled a summoner like the one called before, but this time it was in the form of a hazy light instead of being engulfed in flames. 

“Good!” Spirits began to fly towards the city center where the night fell. Their one purpose was to find Minjun. 

After a few minutes…

“Wow!” There then came a sharp scream. 

“What?!” The half elf caught their attention and ripped open his chest. His knees wiggled, and he began to foam and roll on the ground. 

“Why all of a sudden?!” 

Everyone was shocked by the sudden situation. The half-elf, who was scratching the floor in tears of blood, let out a moan-like sound.

“This bastard… my spirit!” 

Only then could everyone guess what had happened. This was to the extent that the spirit was forcibly repatriated to the spirit world, it could not inflict that level of damage. This was because the half elves seemed unable to continue the battle any longer, due to an outside force that forced them back.

He didn’t know what the hell he used, but the spirit sent for the search was attacked by Minjun. Such was the annihilation of the spirit body that served as the home of the soul instead of the physical body. 

“I can’t… too scattered to find…!” 

Here, Asif-1,319,552 made another mistake. He thought that the prisoners who went for the bait would soon return. And so, it seemed that the moment they brought the bait, they could move on to the hostage play. 

In addition to this, even if they were to disperse to find Asif-666, if someone were to find Minjun and the battle began, the prisoners would gather at the signal to see that there was a chance of success. It was an operation that did not match anything from the premise, and the result was the perfect situation to defeat each one as Minjun wished. 

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Kwajik! Quadduck! 

On Minjun’s shoulder, black shadows began to gather in order to form a monster. The seeping darkness continued without a clear dividing line to form sharp teeth, and the summoned beast used it to ‘chew’ the clouded form. 

Kwajik! It was the spirit sent by the prisoner that the monster crushed in its mouth. It was after being helplessly attacked by monsters, even though it was a spirit body that did not receive resistance from the physical world. 

At this, the expressionless half-elf’s face split open and began to suck into the shadows. 

Grumble! The monster began to spread a satisfying sound. Minjun then started moving. ‘I found one.’ 

He could see a flying dwarf spraying various tracking magic spells in every alley. He appeared to be moving alone. 

‘Okay, they’re scattered.’ 

Their impatience was definitely clouding their judgment. To add one more reason, it was probably because most people still regarded him as a mere ‘cursor.’ Even the most ancient dragons did not know his true face, and prisoners with whom he had no connection could not know.

For reference, a prisoner with a deep connection or familiarity withdrew from Minjun once he heard the story. With this in mind, Minjun quietly began to aim in the dark. When there were multiple opponents, applying a wide area was a rather cumbersome procedure, but it was too easy for such a skilled person to deal with them one by one. 

“Aww!” 

A tearful scream tore through the night sky. 

Thud! The prisoner rolled on the floor with the sound of a crash. “Aww! This…!” 

A clear change could be seen in his suffering body. Although it was clearly a man’s body, his stomach swelled up as if he had cut a child. No, even a pregnant female Dwarf’s belly wouldn’t swell like that. Even if the skin ended up getting torn right away, it would stretch to the extent that would not be considered strange. It was filled with an enormous amount of revenge and gas, which could only be seen in a dying patient. In that state, one could not walk or run. 

Because of his swollen stomach, his feet didn’t even touch the ground. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be able to roll around and track Minjun. 

‘The validity period should last about a week.’ 

Since it was not revenge filled with serious illness, he would not lose his life. He left behind the prisoner whose feet were tied and moved. And so, he was looking for his next game. 

Whoops! The sidewalk block where Minjun was standing ended up being shattered. He quickly checked the enemy by bouncing his body. 

“You!” A dark-skinned troll was staring at him. His eyes flipped over in anger. 

“Asif-666!” There was apparent rage, much like a beast. The air was barely trembling. In his hand was a huge sword that was closer to a building facility than an anti-personnel weapon. 

On the blade of a large sword that only trolled could wield, a sharp light that seemed to cut through everything it touched flows. When combined with the astonishing body of a ‘Weapon Master’ troll, it had the ability to make it a weapon of mass destruction superior to most wizards. 

Minjun grumbled as he calmly accepted the hostile gaze. “Are you unfamiliar with your mood?” 

That said, the order had been replaced.

Crazy! Cursing while pretending to be talking. Then, flames and sparks flew over the troll’s skin. However, the magic didn’t seem to work. Minjun clicked his tongue inwardly. 

‘You wear a year’s budget for a large corporation.’ 

Perhaps he was fully prepared for the curse, or he was armed with artifacts with anti-magic effects throughout his body. The troll shouted with scorching eyes. 

“Finally, we met again!” 

Minjun contrasted his face with the identification number above his head. He was given the body of a troll, so he would be a prisoner sent to Earth since the 1980s. It didn’t take long for his memories to come back. 

In the old days, he was cursed to interfere with his work and fell out. But… What kind of curse was that? 

“You cannot even imagine the disgrace I have suffered since that day! The pain of shattering my dignity and self-esteem as an intelligent body! I cried every night to overcome the whispers of the devil that rule in my head.” 

“But I lost every time! That disgusting urge forced me to kneel every day. He vomited no matter what he ate and took no medications. Such a curse should not exist in this world. It was a terrible mistake that the committee kept you alive and sentenced you to hard labor!” 

Instead of a curse that didn’t work, Minjun thought about preparing another attack. Wasn’t it a urolithiasis? After all, that curse was the kind that could be cured by going to the hospital. If he had wanted to torment the troll for a long time, he thought he would have touched his mind… 

“It is deplorable that I cannot kill you with my own hands! But at least I won’t let you get your freedom back! Even if he had lost his memories, if he was such a vicious person, what a terrible monster he would become if he returned to his original state!” 

At this, the troll’s giant moved incredibly fast. A flash of light ran against the wind-ripping shock wave. It was a violent mood. 

At about the same time, a shadow boiling from Minjun’s back began to envelop his whole body. crash. And what followed was an offensive at a speed that ordinary people could not follow with their eyes. Every time darkness and metal collided, sparks splattered and roars began to ring out. 

Contrary to his will, the eerie light that burned the space could hardly reach Minjun. The troll thought it was because he couldn’t fully use his power because of the limitation of fire. However, as the attack and defense continue, a clear flow could be seen in the eyes of the prisoner. 

‘This is it!’ 

The dark-skinned troll felt the anger burning his body slowly cool. It was now filled with suspicion and horror. ‘Isn’t it said that the most dangerous talent is the cursed class?!’ 

That was the perception of most Earth prisoners who feared Asif-666 as a monster. Unlike the previous dimension, Minjun had never been on a mission here with prisoners as a group. It was a different civilization, and the social conditions were completely different worlds. 

And so, most of them didn’t see Minjun fighting like this. ‘What a wizard!’ 

With a shadow wrapped around his body, Minjun moved at a speed comparable to that of the Weapon Master Troll and counterattacked with unwavering power. Moreover, the shadow, which had become his body and weapon, turned out to be freer and more anomalous than swordsmanship. 

These two were the superior characteristics of the original swordsmanship. It stretched, bent, widened, and poured so much that it had already begun to penetrate the opponent’s lungs. 

However, the transformation of the shadows was more than that. The moment the shadow of his left arm that he had barely slashed fell and rained down, the troll had no choice but to break out in a cold sweat. And so, he decided not to distance himself from Minjun as much as possible. Decisions lead directly to action.

“Aww!” 

Pushing with all his mind, he began to crash again. 

Visor! Crazy! A large sword with a flaming edge, as well as Minjun’s arms covered in shadows began to collide and cross each other. Both attacks were fixed in that state without leaning to either side. With that, a fierce battle ensued. 

“Wow!” 

The troll had on a look of disbelief. The wizard was evidently not pushed by force. “Hey, crazy!” 

The troll carried the weight of its entire body on the sword and radiated supernatural power. Such was the strength of a superpower that went beyond ordinary trolls. 

Then, his posture began to shift forward. Was the troll’s face forced right in front of Minjun’s eyes?

It was then that a voice was heard. “?!”

The tongue, cut with its sharp teeth, melted back in the mouth and burst out into flames. The troll’s head was pulled in enough to feel the unpleasant wind blowing through its nose.

Whoa! Whoops! 

“Aww!” Bloody fire began to spew out from between his lips. Just as the condensed flames covered the troll’s face, Minjun immediately pulled out his body. 

He collapsed with a small scream. If one were to get hit directly like this, even a troll couldn’t avoid instant death. Of course, this was a flame that melted even steel. 

However, Minjun had no doubts that his opponent would overcome the attack without dying. Considering the artifact function worn by the opponent, there was no possibility that the destructive power of this magic would be transmitted as it was. 

It managed to block a lot of the heat. However, as with humans, an exceptionally fragile mucous membrane existed on the face of a troll. Even the heat that the rough and tough leather could overcome, if it hit the area directly, would cause considerable damage. 

“Aww! Eye! My lie down!” Even the regenerative power of the troll could not directly create the evaporated vitreous. Minjun approached him leisurely. Then, he dismantled artifacts from all over the prisoner’s body. Sparks and flames flew out of his hand, but he didn’t care. Looking down so close, he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.

‘Oh, I remembered what a curse it was!’ 

He remembered what curse he had placed on a troll once upon a time, when he looked up at his face. He had an eating disorder. “Blessing… revenge… surely… good luck…!” 

On the shoulder of the troll, who had lost his resistance to the curse, Minjun relentlessly lowered his dagger. 

Whoops! Then a terrible scream echoed in the night sky of the port city. It was a scream that the race with strong pain resistance could not make even in front of any kind of torture. 

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a troll cry.’ 

After the opponent fainted, he pulled out his sword. He swung the blade and wiped the blood. 

‘Another finished. Now, next!’ 

At this, Minjun turned around and was about to leave in search of his next game. “…”

He decided to look back at the troll for what he had in mind. With that, his lips moved and he uttered a few incantations. A completed curse then wrapped around the stunned troll. 

‘There are people who are bothered by revenge because they put a curse on them clumsily. I’ll have to step on it properly in the future. Don’t even dare to dare to take revenge.’ 

Like that strip-bar Shepherd who ran away peeing as soon as he saw him… the next time he saw him again, he was terrified, thinking that he had to give him an experience that would pull him out of his tail. After the curse, made with such determination and determination, took control of the troll’s body, Minjun tried to bury himself in the dark again. It was then…

“We are a little late.” Minjun then bit his tongue. Four prisoners blocked his way. 

Among them, Asif-1,319,552 declared with a cold gaze. “That’s the end of the sneaky movements.” 

Minjun then stared at the identification number that appeared on his head with a firm expression.