Chapter 55: Aesthetics (1)

Chapter 55: Aesthetics (1)

Chapter 55. Aesthetics (1)

Current contribution: 11,600p

Over 10,000 points.

How high it was because there was no comparison.

There was no way to know.

Its like that.

How many contributions did you make?

You want to grab the player next to you and ask.

But its part of Grandfells pride not to dwell on personal accomplishments.

Im just taking out the trash.

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Contribution, you dont deserve it.

Thats all he could say.

Yeah.

Youre right about that, too.

But lets put it this way.

No, I need a little self-praise.

As evidenced by my rising contribution.

I had fulfilled my role as a passenger on the bus.

The players who took over the ramparts thanks to the stairs I manifested.

They were clearly supporting their allies from a distance.

Not forgetting the defense.

Beyond support, to first strike.

Everything else is just familiar.

A barrier to keep the other side from attacking.

It was as familiar to me as breathing.

And who is it that is assisting me?

With your help, I can move more easily!

So I could be confident without being shameless.

I definitely paid my bus fare.

I never, ever ate raw!

Also.

So even now, as I enter Frost.

Not a single speck of dirt.

Not a speck of dust, not a drop of blood.

A message appeared in my vision.

[You have entered the Frost, the descent into hell].

A northern city descends into hell.

So much so that the modifier changed.

Frost was a horrific scene.

The streets were littered with the bodies of guards.

There was blood everywhere.

to be slaughtered.

The sight of the horror made Harkon and the other Lionheart knights speechless.

Some of the knights in particular.

The sound of their grinding teeth could be heard.

Harkon spoke up, his voice cold.

Frost is one of the greatest cities in the Empire. There are many in our Order who call Frost home. Its hard to fathom their feelings.

Indeed, it felt like I was holding something back.

This was a truly brutal scene.

This isnt a virtual reality game, this is real life.

The bodies on the ground were no longer NPCs.

Frosts residents.

Blood-soaked streets.

The smell of blood on my nose.

All of this was real, actual reality.

The old me wouldnt have been able to hold back the vomit.

Like those players over there.

Wait, I dont feel well. Ewww.

Dont push yourself too hard.

You dont have to do this. F*ck!

I was the one who was frowning at the idea of draining meat, let alone a corpse.

But I had pride.

The Grandfell pride that never fails, no matter what.

Even in the face of such devastation.

I felt nauseous.

You might frown.

I didnt turn my head and look away.

I said.

Lets get the bodies.

I will take the body.

Harkons eyes widened at my words.

Collect the body. My Lord, are you serious?

He wasnt the only one.

No.

Kichi and the rest of the Shadow Mercenaries were giving me the stare of a madman.

It was an understandable reaction.

Im starting to think Im crazy myself.

We dont know when or where the demon army will attack.

Frost was full of buildings from the start.

Building after building.

Alley after alley.

There was no telling when the Demon Army might ambush them.

Collecting bodies under such circumstances?

Its the kind of thing that makes you want to die.

But I know.

Because Ive done it more than once.

It was all because of this fucking pride!

Grandfell Claudie Arpheus Romeo is noble. No matter who he faces, he never bows his head. His pride is heavy and unshakable. Even if he sinks and drowns under its weight.

Yes, that pride spoke.

Those who died protecting Frost.

To turn away from them.

To turn away from them is to violate your pride.

Against pride?

Even if it meant sinking and drowning.

I would not go against that pride.

But.

Do you think Im going to sink and drown?

Like I said, its happened more than once.

Even when I stood before Count Ascura with nothing.

Even in the face of his greatness.

What good could come of earning Jesses hatred?

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.

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The demon army has concentrated its forces toward Ho Yeol.

For some people, the news was an opportunity.

To others, it was a crushing blow.

?!

Gaon and Berserker.

The Yusra Kingdom could not be left completely empty.

The two guilds had unwittingly united in a common front due to their scattered power.

What?

Holy sh*t.

Nam Tae-min and Leonie stopped at the same time.

It was all thanks to Ho-yeol that they were able to enter the Frost more easily than expected.

Leonie gritted her teeth.

Im sorry I left, but Im not the kind of person who cant live in debt.

Leonie was going to join Ho-Yeol right away.

Should I call it concern, this?

No, definitely not.

Who was Ho-yeol to be worried about anyone or to need help?

It was simple stubbornness.

The pride that says I cant just take it anymore.

Im all for it, sis.

I support that decision, that determination.

Just shut up.

Nam Tae-min also spoke to the guild members.

Were joining Ho-yeols side.

Ho-yeol and the Lionheart Knights.

And the Shadow Mercenaries.

I was well aware of their level, but.

There is no business in quantity.

Even if he couldnt be of much help, he needed to get their heads together.

The moment the two guilds agreed.

There should have been no hesitation.

But somehow.

He kept stepping in the snow.

Finally, Nam Tae-min stopped walking.

You go ahead, Ill catch up.

Frost collapsed.

I couldnt just pass by.

I couldnt look away.

.

Nam Tae-min wordlessly picked up the body.

Wondering if he recognized any of the faces.

He thought about his boiling anger.

His quest window also flashed.

[You have met the requirements].

[Quest begins].

[Class Quest: Proof of Wildness]

!

On two occasions.

Current contribution: 3,300p

*

Just picked up a dead body.

Your contribution has increased.

This is a significant increase in contribution.

Current contribution: 19,600p

I thought.

I guess being a good person pays off!

Of course, I didnt do it for the contribution.

In short, I cried and ate a lot of mustard.

It was a crazy thing to do, driven by the pride that controls the body.

Maybe its because I didnt expect it.

I didnt feel bad about it.

But I didnt say anything.

This was not the time for that.

The Shadow Mercenaries.

One of the members spoke from the roof.

Theyre just coming right at us. Damn, theyre getting annoying.

They just closed the corpses eyes.

And laid him on the ground.

Still, the delay was unavoidable.

The demon armys reinforcements must be gathering.

Soon, the Demon Army came into view.

Their appearance was different from the [Demon Army Infantry], which had no personality.

But it didnt matter.

I knew it.

Their levels were confirmed by further updates.

[Demon Army Demon Cavalry: Lv.400]

[Demon Army White Captain: Lv.420]

[Demon Warrior: Lv.420].

I didnt have to go that far.

They were the same Baek Yi-Seol I hunted not long ago.

No, a demon weaker than a succubus.

So whats their head count?

It didnt matter, either.

The most efficient means to deal with multiple enemies.

I had magic.

So keep it.

My experience points, my contributions.

Of course, the building-filled battlefield was cramped and crowded.

Buildings could collapse on you, let alone your allies.

But none of that bothered me in the slightest.

I straightened my outfit.

Even my disheveled [Hankerchief].

Theres no time to waste. Lets do this once and for all.

Yes, now.

It was time to see the effects of the new stat, [Aesthetics].

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