Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 31

Rising the Dragon Power! (3)

Maximizing the use of his last Dragon Breath, he exhaled with everything he had.

A colossal flame burst forth from the red Dragon’s mouth.

Guaaaarrrggh!

Hundreds of monsters were once more roasted to death.

Looking back at the giant warrior, the Dragon asked him a question.

“What does the guideline say now?”

“Dragon, Level 54.”

Artis was incredibly pleased with Ryu Han-bin’s answer.

He leveled up again!

He quickly changed into his human form and raised another inquiry.

“What about this form?”

“Mage, Level 40.”

“I finally reached level 40?”

The red-haired young man trembled with emotion despite being naked.

Han-bin replied unenthusiastically.

“Yeah, congrats. Why don’t you get dressed now?”

It felt strange to see a man naked and blushing.

Feeling embarrassed, Artis quickly put on a robe.

Han-bin pointed to the staff attached to Artis’s robe.

“Can you make water now? I’m a bit thirsty due to all the running I did.”

Water Flow Creation Staff obtained from the Alpha Dungeon. Its requirement was level 40.

“… I’m so thrilled about it, but isn’t it just like a more compact water bucket?”

Despite his complaint, Artis quickly conjured water.

The Mage went leveled up four times in one day. He felt like he could do anything at that point.

Stretching his neck, Han-bin repeated his explanation.

“I’ve said this before, all of this is only possible because you’re a Dragon.”

If he were an ordinary Latnain Mage, their plan wouldn’t have worked.

“It’s amazing how your absorption ability is very similar to the Guidelines’ experience system.”

“From my perspective, the Aliens are the ones who copied us.”

Latna’s Dragons always could strengthen their Dragon Core by absorbing their slain enemies’ energy.

On the other hand, Aliens appeared only 40 years ago.

Han-bin also agreed with that point.

“I’m of the same thought.”

The guidelines mentioned that the Aliens’ search function originated from Latna’s measuring magic.

“Measurement magic belongs to the Latna Continent, right?”

“Yeah. After the advent of the Dungeons, the magic was infused into measuring stones, but even before then, high-ranking Mages were already using Measurement Magic.”

There was a job called a level surveyor in the past that measured other people’s levels.

“After the measurement stone was invented, all of them lost their jobs.”

“I think our Experience Point system was made by copying Latna’s Dragons as well.”

“It does seem like it. Just in case, why don’t you double-check?”

Following Artis’s suggestion, Ryu Han-bin turned the Guidelines in his mind on.

‘Did the Suitor’s Experience Point system originate from Latna’s Dragons?’

[Allafternottruceexhibition…….]

“Showed me an error. It seems like it’s related then.”

“How do you know it’s related to the error?”

“I’ve seen its errors so many times I’m starting to see a pattern.”

Artis laughed.

“I guess anyone will get the hang of it after 20 years of use, even if it’s broken.”

That being said, he had already used up all his Dragon Breaths for that day.

“Let’s wrap it up here, Han-bin.”

“I can drive more monsters. Even if you can’t use your Dragon Breath, you can still absorb their energy.”

They were all dying by the time Han-bin had finished with them anyway.

All Artis had to do was cast magic to deliver the final blows to get their energy. It would’ve taken a little longer, but it was still worthwhile.

But Artis refused.

“I already absorbed too much energy. Any more, and it might cause problems.”

He had to digest the energy he had absorbed first.

Han-bin nodded.

“Well, it’s not like a game anyway.”

Artis cast a spell on the monsters’ corpses.

“Rooting!”

The spell collected all of the Devil’s Spirit Stones within the vicinity.

Ryu Han-bin looked at Artis’s pouch.

“How much did we make?”

“I’m sure we made a lot of money.”

They collected more than 500 Devil’s Spirit Stones.

To make their situation better, the Stones they collected all belonged to monsters around the levels of 30 and 40.

“I’m not kidding. If we sell all of these, the money will be enough to pay for the house. Such a huge amount of money and all I had to do was breathe three times…”

“It isn’t that easy! I had to run around, you know. It was difficult trying my best not to kill them.”

It was time to head back.

Artis had a bitter smile on his lips as he looked across the cave.

“It’s a little disappointing that we have to go back after coming so far into this Dungeon.”

If they went a little further down, they would’ve arrived at the heart of the Rastol Dungeon.

It was an excellent opportunity to get artifacts.

Ryu Han-bin shrugged.

“It can’t be helped.”

It was something that the two had already discussed.

Not only did they not get the Artifact, but they also didn’t loot any of the Magic Tools.

“It’s rare for a Dungeon to be this comfortable when trying to level up. We should allow the monsters to keep respawning.

* * *

After the hunt, Ryu Han-bin and Artis went home.

Since the house was near the canyon, quite a few hunters were coming and going.

The hunters looked at Han-bin and began to talk about him.

“Wow, what’s that guy?”

“Why is he walking half-naked?”

“Is he boasting? Well, he’s definitely in good shape.”

Everyone thought he was weird at first, but the light in their eyes soon changed as they came to a realization.

“Oh, I’ve heard rumors!”

“That guy is the Valtara warrior!”

“Oh my God, seeing a living legend with my own eyes…”

Admiration and envy poured out of the hunters in their vicinity.

Exposing his thick chest and showing off his burning muscles, Ryu Han-bin walked boldly through the streets of Highten.

As soon as he entered the house, he ran to the closet.

He quickly took off his fur pants and boots, changed into a linen shirt and cotton pants, and muttered shyly, laying his hands on his chest.

“Ah, that was shameful.”

Artis tilted his head.

“What’s the problem? Everyone was just amazed by you.”

Han-bin scratched his head.

“That’s just it! I can’t understand them.”

However, he did understand.

The standard of shame in this world was different from Earth.

It was much more primitive compared to the modern Earth, but at least it wasn’t primitive enough for people to be walking around on Baek-ju Avenue with a solid body and protruding abs.

People in this world were not as strange as Ryu Han-bin thought.

It was just a matter of context.

On Earth, in a swimming pool or a gym, it was customary for people to show off their bodies.

Envying the fantastic bodies of other people was also normal in such places.

He was in a similar position.

It would’ve been weird if a random Hunter took off his clothes like Ryu Han-bin in the middle of town, but everyone understood since he was a Valtara warrior.

“It makes sense in my head, but…”

It was still difficult for a person with the sensibility of a modern Earthling to accept it.

Artis giggled.

“Get used to it. You’ll have to keep doing that in the future.”

“I mean, do Valtara warriors really live without clothes no matter what? What if it rains or snows? Do they still go out wearing nothing?”

“It’s to prepare themselves for battle.”

For Valtara warriors, a trained body was the most trusted and most powerful armor.

Concealing it in front of the enemy wasn’t the way of a true warrior!

“… That’s what people believe?”

“… That’s crazy.”

He couldn’t even say he’s delighted to at least be able to wear comfortable clothes at home.

‘Wearing clothes at home and taking it off outside? The custom’s been flipped!’

Lying on the sofa, Han-bin continued to complain.

“Oh, it’s hard to adapt to this world.”

The hard time he’s experiencing was making him hungry.

He had to eat.

“Artis, give me food!”

Artis narrowed his eyes.

Due to the level limit, Ryu Han-bin still had to be served with food.

He wanted to shout, ‘Do it yourself!’ but…

“I have hands and feet, but my level isn’t high enough, you know.”

It was Han-bin who responded shamelessly.

“Well, you seem to be adjusting quite well anyway.”

* * *

The massacre that happened in the Rastol Dungeon remained unknown to the public.

They neither created safe zones by looting the magic tools nor closed the Dungeon by taking the Artifact.

There was no way the hunters could’ve known since all the monsters they had annihilated already respawned.

But the Tackle Dungeon was different.

Brad’s Tackle Dungeon Closing event caught Highten by surprise.

Most Hunters were aware of it.

Brad’s team was obviously powerful, but they weren’t strong enough to close the Tackle Dungeon.

They only succeeded in closing the Dungeon and acquiring valuable items due to the Valtara warrior’s help.

The power of Martin had risen significantly due to the Firestorm Hammer.

Naturally, other Hunters also reached out to Felard Bean for help.

“Would you like to join us?”

“I don’t want to!”

“Well, then, what about a one-time dungeon attack with us?”

“Sure!”

“… Can you tell us why you refuse to join any team but accepts one-time dungeon raids?”

“It’s okay because it’s okay!”

The hunters didn’t consider Ryu Han-bin’s free-spirited attitude strange at all.

The Valtara clan had always been kind.

Even Han-bin himself couldn’t help but admire them.

“Hey, Valtara warrior. Starting to feel comfortable in this world? You don’t have to be self-conscious at all.”

“Do you know I’ve become a legend? It’s a bit of a vicious legend, though.”

Artis continued to accept multiple scouting offers.

Due to that, they went kept going on Dungeon attacks with other teams.

“At this rate, rumors will spread that a Valtara warrior has appeared in Highten, Han-bin.”

“Will the six Churches offer me a partnership because of that?”

“Of course. There’s no way the Church can simply ignore the existence of a Valtara warrior. They’ll contact you sooner or later.”

Seven days had passed since then.

Due to Ryu Han-bin’s power, four more hunter teams succeeded in closing Dungeons.

The reputation of the Valtara warrior Felard Bean resonated loud and clear throughout the Dungeon city of Highten.

* * *

An incident was about to unfold around the same time.

In a vast field that had a clear view of Onpros City, a middle-aged man rode a Wyvern.

The man, Alejandro, complained with a frown.

“I’ve tracked you this far, but where have you gone? I thought I’d be able to catch up to you quickly, but…”

Holding the Wyvern’s reins, he looked back.

“I missed my target and even got useless flies buzzing around me.”

A group of people surrounded Alejandro and Wyvern.

They were the Alien Interrogator and the Templars who served Kybriel, the Goddess of Darkness.

“Evil demon of another world!”

“Kneel before the name of the Goddesses!”

“Kybriel will condemn you!”

Alejandro smiled as he glanced through the Goddess’s Templars.

“If the Goddess of Darkness were here, she certainly would condemn me.

He jumped off the Wyvern.

“But you’re not Kybriel, are you?”

He activated his Guidelines to reveal the Templars’ levels.

[Race: Human. Fighter Lv. 45]

[Race: Human. Magic Swordsman Lv. 41]

[Race: Human. Priest Lv. 38]

Templars didn’t have unique abilities.

It wasn’t a job based on specific abilities like Warrior, Mage, or Priest, but rather a title that served as a social position like a Hunter or a Knight.

“Average level around 40? I have the advantage in this battle.”

With a laugh, Alejandro drew one of his swords.

He then immediately conjured Force.

-Magic Sword: Blue Flame Blade!

Blue flames engulfed his sword’s blade.

At the same time, five fire blades were created and began to hover around him.

It was a high-ranking magic swordsmanship skill.

The Templars turned pale.

“Just so you all know, I’m a Level 75 Magic Swordsman.”

A cold smile crept up to Alejandro’s lips.

“Time to gather quite a bit of experience, then.”