Chapter 12: The Limit of Patience (2)

Chapter 12: The Limit of Patience (2)

Episode 12. The Limit of Patience (2)

The press swarms around.

That was a close call, congratulations on your first clear!

No one expected you to get your first clear, how does it feel?

Was there anything different about this crack than usual?

Berserkers Guild Master.

Leonie answered briefly.

No comment.

The reporters were dumbfounded by her answer.

Yes, what do you mean by that?

Because the answer didnt just kick them in the teeth, it hit them with a baseball bat and sent them over the fence!

The level of interest in this new crack is staggering.

The Berserker Guilds stock price has risen at Leonies word.

Her countrys standing in the eyes of the world has been shaken.

You dont speak English? I have nothing to say.

No comment.

Moreover, the look on his face was grave.

Her brow was furrowed, like an angry Pomeranian.

When Leonie walked out, the press had to back away.

I felt like I had to get another interview.

Sis, I know how you feel.

It really sucks.

Boss, you could have at least said something nice.

Ugh, asshole!!!

Leonie screamed at the words of her guildmates!

She didnt like the situation now.

After all, she hadnt won the title of first clear of the new rift with Berserkers abilities alone.

Even when she thought about it, she couldnt really understand it.

Leonie turned to the guildmate she was following.

He didnt have any trinkets or anything, did he?

Nope. If he had earrings or a ring with his suit, it would have stood out.

Crazy, but how can he be okay?

Why did Berserker get the first clear?

It was all because of a man.

A mysterious man, whose class is unknown, took out all of the Demons aggro!

Who are the demons?

Theyre a bunch of bastards who are constantly trying to get out of shape.

I cant believe youve been able to do that with no equipment.

Visions, Hearing, Hallucinations, etc..

Without buffs and mental enhancements for priests, theyd quickly go insane.

But he had none of that, and he was still able to aggro hundreds of demons.

Shit, anyway, sorry everyone. I was such an arsehole.

Leonie apologised to the guild.

If only he hadnt pulled the aggro.

The guild would have suffered fewer casualties by now.

Because of his charge order.

Sister, our berserker. Crazy bitches.

To the death, on the battlefield. Thats our motto, isnt it?

Captain, dont grab your arsehole. Its not appropriate.

Yeah, that one cheered me up.

Leonie, who had been beating herself up, snapped back to reality.

, whered that go?

He came out, talked to the press, and then he just left.

What? He just left?

This was really surprising.

Leonie had expected a man to be arrogant in front of the press.

Wasnt he the one who wore a suit and shoes in the middle of a battle?

With a concept like that, he thought hed be able to handle the attention.

Besides, hes been active and.

Comment.

It was the man who kept Leonie quiet about her first clear.

In fact, if it werent for him, theyd still be struggling in the crack.

She conscientiously gave the spotlight to him.

So, just left?

The questioning grew louder.

One of the guild members raised a finger.

Uh, hey. I was talking to them and they left.

There were reporters there, their shoulders slumped.

Ha ha. I really am dead to you.

The camera director sighed heavily.

TAP.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

?

He turned his head, then recoiled.

What is it, a goddess. No, its Leonie!

I thought you said you werent doing an interview?

I dont know what happened, but. Okay, Leonie, youre going to get an interview. An exclusive interview. Its not going to break you, its going to be a compliment.

But it was the camera crew that got the interview.

In English, Leonie asked.

Nationality.

What? Me, me?

I nodded.

Im Jongmin Yoon, from the VBC news agency, South Korea.

or should I say Jongmin Yoon?

Jongmin Yoon replied in stuttering English.

Shoot.

A warm shower thawed my frozen body.

Part of me wanted to go straight to bed.

But I listened to my body.

I opened the fridge, chopped up the ingredients, and made myself a meal.

No matter how tired I was, I couldnt afford to lose muscle.

Anyway, after I ate, I was able to regain my senses.

It was dangerous.

On the outskirts of the estate.

I realised my inadequacies at the crack.

It was good to hunt monsters with efficient Magic.

But even if it was efficient, there was a limit to the amount of magic it could produce.

My magic regeneration was ridiculously low.

No wonder.

The Demon Hunter, a class that doesnt excel at anything.

Not to mention they dont have any skills related to mana regeneration.

I didnt have the gear for it either.

Eventually, I ran out of magic in the middle of the battle.

If it wasnt for the other players, I would have been in trouble.

If I knew who they were, I would have thanked them.

Its unlikely that a player returning after 12 years would recognise another player.

But its another reminder that the world is still a livable place.

And the levels, too,

[Name: Grandfell Claudius Arpheus Romeo]

[Class: Demon Hunter]

[Level: 86]

[Stats]

Strength: 25 / Dexterity: 30 / Magic: 31 / Luck: 2

[Points held: 6]

Though I cant wear it right away.

Youve also acquired a new piece of loot.

[A crudely forged sabre]

[Rank: Magic]

[Limit : Lv.180]

[Effect: None]

[Description: A fine weapon in its own right, but its sloppy forging has dulled its edge].

But my lack of ability has not changed.

But neither does my lack of remorse.

For Grampel, humility was not an emotion. For him, underestimation required proof, and overestimation was something he had to make real.

Yes, to defend that high price.

The poor guy who had to buy it and suffer.

Because that was me.

I checked the quest window.

[Class Quest: Prelude to a Counterattack].

Last of the Demon Hunters.

Let the demons know that the time has come to strike back.

Defeat the demons. (Success)

Train your weakened body. (Repeat)

Hunt a vampire. (Ongoing)

Announce that the hunt has begun. (Successful)

Make them feel the fear of being hunted. (Ongoing)

Make them feel the fear of being hunted.

The objective was still in progress.

Count Ascura.

You mean I didnt do enough to strike fear into his heart.

My realisation of my inadequacies was enough to convince him.

So.

My eyes drifted to the recurring quest.

Train your weakened body. (Repeat)

Run 20 kilometres (ongoing)

1,000 push-ups (ongoing)

500 pull-ups (ongoing)

300 burpee tests (ongoing)

Gotta roll.

And now that Count Ascuras assault on the Rift had begun.

I had no time to spare.

So I needed to work in parallel.

A simultaneous use of body and brain.

And a suitable subject to study,

which I witnessed with my own two eyes today.

Players wielding weapons amongst bandits.

The one that stood out the most.

A player with a sword in each hand.

I shifted, recalling her movements.

Her talent was not limited to one thing.

However, no matter how urgent it is, I must clean up after myself.

Dahlgrak

First, Ill finish the dishes, then Ill start.

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The next day.

I could only be grateful for my tired nature.

The anchors urgent voice over the loudspeaker.

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