Regressor Instruction Manual-Chapter 1184. The Demon King of Sunset’s Castle (4)

At the very least, Kim Ye-Ri wasn't supposed to introduce Black Butler Smith right after entering the castle. And a butler waiting for his enemies in an underground passageway? It was so ridiculous that I was at a loss for words.

‘Or maybe she could have called him something else other than a butler.’

He had a butler-like aura, but even if that was the case, there was a line to be drawn. Actually, if I were to talk about the mistakes she had made, including him in the list of named beings who would appear at the very beginning was one of the mistakes.

‘Is this really okay?’

I wasn’t worried about Belier, the Gladiator of the Underground Arena.

The mechanic assigned to her made her seem like a named being who specialized in close combat, and it felt like she was clearly designed to be at a disadvantage against Han Sora.

Of course, the biggest reason was that Belier’s potential was lower than the others. She was wearing a strange armor, so I couldn’t make out her silhouette, but seeing her raise her fist instead of a weapon was unmistakably Belier.

With one arm stretched out to measure the distance between herself and her opponent, she pressed her other hand to her chest, ready to do hand signs.

Her habits and strides confirmed that she was Belier.

Surprisingly, the enormous armor shrouding her appeared to be some sort of tool to seal Gladiator Belier’s power. Her armor became more dilapidated with each attack, and the battle became progressively more challenging as well.

It was obvious that her second phase would start once her armor was completely destroyed.

— Hohohoho! Who will be the ten-thousandth sacrifice?!

‘Is that kind of laugh typical for the female high-ranking members in the Demon King’s Castle?’

What made her better than Alps, who was in front of me, was that she wasn't nearly as awkward as Alps. Unexpectedly, it looked like she was born for this, and I saw her skillfully handle Party Two while carrying out the plan.

— Hey! You there! This is a duel!

Walls were raised, blocking all the troops except for the ones at the end of Belier's finger. As a gladiator, she was capable of creating her own arena and taking on the enemies she had singled out.

Assuming her stats had increased after receiving power from the 21st Legion, this mechanic was perfect for her, as she never had a fight of this scale until now.

‘The problem was...’

Why was she beating them so ruthlessly?

The guys who were dragged to the arena with her were getting up beaten hard.

— Hap!

One punch was enough to send a priest flying into a wall. It looked like every bone in their body had shattered, so I couldn’t believe that they were still alive. Her armor was large and heavy, providing her with excellent defense.

It allowed her to ignore most attacks while bulldozing through and beating them up.

— This feeling! This is it!

‘It doesn’t look like she’s acting.’

It surprisingly looked tricky to defeat her, but the keyword was look.

Amidst the screams and chaos, Han Sora was quietly watching the situation.

The moment she entered the arena, things would start falling into place.

I looked at Party Two again but found no major issues. The second boss' pattern looked kind of complicated, but it wasn't complicated enough that it could be called a variable, so there was no need for me to keep a close eye on them.

The real issue was Black Butler Smith.

— Aaaah!!

— Dodge! Dodge! They’re magic bullets!

— Damn it...

— Take cover! Mages, do something, damn it!

— Shit! There’s a seriously wounded person here! We have someone who’s heavily wounded, damn it!

Bang! Bang, bang!

Once the thick smoke cleared up, Colonel Smith—no, Black Butler Smith's figure was revealed. His dashing mustache, symbolizing his butler role, was just as impressive as ever.

The only difference was that he had two horns on his forehead. They didn’t look hideous. Instead, they looked like he had them from the start. It seemed like he wanted to maintain his concept as a butler because he was wearing small glasses, which was unlike him.

Despite that, his restrained movements remained unchanged.

‘He still looks stiff.’

His posture was perfectly straight and unwavering. The sight of him with his hands behind his back was the very image of a butler, but unfortunately, they were standing inside a foul-smelling underground sewer.

He seemed like nothing more, nothing less than a villain in a suit, hanging out in the sewer. The situation felt as strange as encountering an arctic fox in a desert, but the mismatch in location had nothing to do with his strength.

‘They can’t do anything.’

As ridiculous as it sounded, Party Three was completely missing from the path heading toward the sewer. They were all hiding behind a cover or slipping away to places where Butler Smith couldn’t find them.

— Pant...pant...

— ...

— Damn it... damn it... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ho-Young!

Just then, one of them revealed himself, trying to rescue a fallen comrade on the ground. With a boom! I saw a hole in his body. Butler Smith’s way of fighting was the same as before—launching magic bullets from his fingertips.

‘Why is he so fast?’

The only difference was that his attacks were a lot faster than before.

I was sure that not even the allied forces knew when he fired his shots, as Black Butler Smith was still standing with his hand behind his back and observing the situation calmly.

They would die if they showed themselves...

I was sure the players there all had that same thought.

— Beyond this point lies the Demon King of Sunset’s Castle.

— Haa... haa...

— Those without an invitation are not permitted to enter. I kindly ask that you show respect and leave at once.

Perhaps it was because of his emotionless, cold voice, but it gave off the sense that his emotions were perfectly in balance.

It was as if Colonel Smith had found a role that required no acting skill at all.

Each time he delivered a line, his mustache would twitch, making it obvious that he was experiencing some form of humiliation.

I felt like the fact that his role was insignificant due to his concept was the only silver lining here.

There was no particular mechanic or anything special about him. Black Butler Smith’s purpose and role were to filter out the worthy from the unworthy. Whether one could defeat him, the butler of the Sunset Castle, or not, was the real test of this named being.

‘Someone will be able to defeat him, right?’

— Damn it... damn it...

Using sheer numbers to overwhelm him didn’t sound like a bad idea, but the damage would be too great.

To put it bluntly, it was like charging at an enemy with a machine gun inside a narrow alley with nothing but a knife in hand. Regardless of whether ten or a hundred people charged at him, the result would be the same.

Unless the corpses became walls and shields, they wouldn’t be able to break through.

That was the reason why they were hiding...

— The tanks must take the lead. Hold up your shields and charge as fast as possible. I want the priests to prepare a recovery spell and the mages to cast a shield.

— Can we really take him on?

— It’s not about whether we can take him on or not. The important thing is that we try something. Are you planning on staying here all day? Whoo... whoo... whoo... Let’s go. Actually, I’ll go first. Support me immediately.

— Understood.

— Shield unit, go!

"Your struggle is meaningless."

The shield unit, armored with every buff available, charged out, but they became pincushions in mere seconds.

— Gaaaaaah!

A bootleg Park Deok-Gu attempted to take a step forward behind the guy who coughed up blood, but he was blasted away before he could even take a step forward.

The archers hiding behind the shield unit, the mages trying to provide support by casting shields, and the priests trying to use their recovery magic on the wounded were falling apart as holes appeared in them.

— Ahhhh!

— Damn it! I need a priest!

— Ah!

— Move forward! Move forward, you idiots!

— Cough. Cough... blech...

— Aaaargh!

It was a horrific outcome caused by the leader’s flaw in their plan.

‘Is this Operation Overlord or something?’

— Keep going! Keep going!

‘Go where? You guys only took a few steps forward.’

— Keep moving forward! Hold up your shields! Shit! Shield! Shield!

Clank! Clank! Bang!

Bang! Boom! Boom!

Black Butler Smith raised both of his hands and fired his magic bullets.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker as he fired.

Bang! Crack! Bang!

— Ahhhhhhhh!

— Attack! Attack! Move!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Craaack! Bang! Bang!

‘Does Colonel Smith not know the meaning of doing things in moderation?’

— Ugh... ack... S-Save me...

— Yaaaaaaaaaaah! Die, you dirty demon!

— Get the injured to safety and move back!

— Shit! What the hell is this?! What the hell?!

In an instant, an overwhelming number of soldiers became incapacitated.

Just then, Black Butler Smith's stance wavered amidst his barrage.

‘Hyo-Yeol.’

A black beast with its claws hidden had charged forward. He was moving while crouched and was dodging invisible bullets. He used a tank covered in blood as a shield as he moved forward and dodged the bullets by sticking to the wall.

Bang! Bang! Baaang!

He advanced, using two swords to deflect the bullets. In addition, protection-type spells engulfed him.

"Melody of Protection!"

A background music was played, and sound waves engulfed him.

A loud bang echoed, and Woo Hyo-Yeol’s head snapped back.

‘Shit! Hyo-Yeol!’

Woo Hyo-Yeol looked forward again, and I saw a bullet between his teeth.

‘I feel like I’ve seen this scene somewhere before! Shit!’

- Pft! You’re not so tough.

Black Butler Smith's eyes widened a bit in surprise.

Realizing that he needed to say something, he muttered, "Oh ho..."

Despite catching the bullet between his teeth, Woo Hyo-Yeol still looked a bit pitiful.

‘Woo Hyo-Yeol... definitely has good instincts.’

Perhaps he had stayed back until now because he was trying to get used to those bullets. After assessing the power of those bullets and whether he could dodge them or not, Woo Hyo-Yeol made a move, and his movements became smoother as time went on.

When Woo Hyo-Yeol took another step forward, Black Butler Smith raised his hands and said, "You pass."

"What?"

"You pass. You can head upstairs."

"Ha."

"People like you... Yes, you need a contract. You’re more than qualified for that. Let me ask you something... Do you have any intentions of signing a contract?"

"What a ridiculous question."

"This is a question for anyone who wishes to become a butler of the Demon King of Sunset’s Castle."

"..."

"I’m a demon and a butler, after all."

After the brief moment of calmness, Woo Hyo-Yeol lowered his arm and started walking toward Smith. It looked like he was thinking about Smith's words. Colonel Smith seemed to have thought that Woo Hyo-Yeol was no longer being hostile because he stared quietly at him.

Woo Hyo-Yeol stood in front of Colonel Smith and looked up at the latter.

"I decline, you bastard," he said.

Colonel Smith’s mustache trembled. Perhaps it was just me because it seemed like his eyes were becoming colder. His eyes became sharp and narrow, resembling those of a beast.

‘He’s angry.’

I felt like Colonel Smith was really angry.

"Just now..."

"I said I decline because I don’t like how you look."

‘He’s angry.’

The strange play was already making him feel humiliated, and now an unknown punk was rebelling against him, making his blood boil.

Normally, Colonel Smith would just let it go, but...

‘He was given the role of a butler but was dumped in the sewers, so of course, he was on edge.’

There was no need for words.

He immediately loaded a round into his finger and fired at Woo Hyo-Yeol.

"I thought you treated your guests kindly?"

"Shut up."

‘He’s ruining his concept...’

'It's becoming pretty intense.’

Party One was also struggling against Beast Tamer Alps, but...

“William!”

“Aaaack! Shield!”

“Push the bear away first!”

Woo Hyo-Yeol’s fight was more entertaining than ours.

"I’ll stab that disgusting face of yours."

"I’ll put holes in that empty head of yours, you useless thug."