Insanely-Talented Player

Episode 47:

That time.

Ten heroes entered the tower of the A match, and the world was watching the scene.

TV monitors, mobile phone LCD cameras, and even theater screens. All kinds of media that could see anything

were forcibly broadcasting the inside of the tower of the A match, as if by magic.

And the King of Heroes finally revealed his power in front of the people of the world. After overpowering the sword lord, he is suddenly reborn as the ruler of the ghosts, wearing the gravekeeper's bowler hat and gray coat.

The pinnacle of those players who cannot be understood by the common sense of this world. The power and status that Geomju showed off in front of people was different. Even those who knew nothing about the player's world could feel it intuitively.

All ten rankers there are of a level that I cannot even dare to look at as a single player. Nevertheless, the weight of the King of Heroes there was so overwhelming that it could swallow up all the strong men.

“Wow, that’s really the same player as us?”

“That’s right, it’s a damn world.”

In a pub, a third-rate player smiled wryly as he gulped down a beer.

“That bastard is a real monster. Monster. “What makes you think that’s a human being like us?”

“Oh, what a monster. Be careful what you say, bastard. “Have you forgotten that our hair is still attached to us thanks to that monster?”

“Then what do you call that?”

A colleague giggled and answered the player's question.

“Hero King.”

“Did you just copy my equipment and skills?”

The grave keeper, the 2nd ranked player during the Plague Lord season, asked. Just like him, wearing a fedora and a gray coat, he faces all sorts of evil spirits (the King of Heroes, who is wrapped up in the power of W).

Even the Dokgogu sword and Heavenly Demon Descent skill in his hand are the same.

“Is this your first time seeing copy skills?”

“The Heavenly Demon Descent skill cannot be explained purely through copying ability.”

“Oh, that’s because it’s not purely copying ability. “What are you asking again?”

“Then do you plan to challenge me to a duel based on that power? “Just like back then,”

the tomb keeper asked quietly, and Yoosung shook his head.

“Why do I fight? “I hate fighting the most in the world, and next to that, I hate bastards who attack without even knowing the subject.”

“...Then what do you plan to do?”

Hearing the gravekeeper's words, Yooseong glanced around. Ten top rankers, including Yoosung, were there.

Ten heroes who are said to have saved the world after it became a game.

King of Heroes, Tomb Keeper, Swordmaster, General Miss Tris,

Sinsayer, Count Ripper, Saint Lady, Sorcerer King.

“hmm.”

Yoosung remained silent for a moment.

“Then is it okay for me to appeal to myself at this point?”

“Oh, please do whatever you want!”

After silence, Yoosung asked, and the man in the clown mask bowed his head exaggeratedly and laughed.

“Ah, are you all watching the microphone test? Even if you don't like it, you have no choice but to watch it. I express my regret. I sometimes change the channel whenever my face appears on TV. But what should I do if I can't change the channel? I also have nothing to watch other than TV in the corner of my room on holidays. Even if you don’t like it, you should watch it.”

And in front of them, Yoosung opened his mouth.

“Anyway, there are ten shitty heroes in this shitty tower and you have to vote for one of them. If your vote count is low, 100 million people will be forced to buy Hwang Cheon-gil Express tickets. So even if you don’t like it, you should vote, right? As you know, the country survives only when people vote well. Oh, come to think of it, Hitler became the Führer through a provincial vote.”

For a moment, the gravekeeper Georg's expression became coldly distorted. The air around the area became chilly. The ghosts began to howl in madness.

“Why are you looking like that?”

“Be careful what you say, Hero King. “The world is watching us.”

Yooseong coldly sneered at the gravekeeper’s words.

“Oh, so I have to say it clearly. Isn’t that so, you old Nazi who dreams of the revival of the Third Reich?”

“...Do you know what you are talking about?”

The gravekeeper asked coldly.

“To accuse someone of being a Nazi without any evidence, what does that mean to a German...”

“Oh, I know. “Then why did you call out Heil Hitler like that when you were fighting with me

?”

Yoosung sneered and the air froze. And then I began to hear the whispers of ghosts swaying along the gravekeeper's feet.

“Oh, by the way, I signed a contract with the Lord of Truth, so I can spy on other people’s lies and secrets. And what I am saying from now on is 100% unquestionable truth. So, please do not vote for Hitler and think carefully.”

At those words, the tomb keeper was about to attack Yuseong, but he quickly withdrew his staff. There is no point in killing the opposing player here. And the world is watching this.

Therefore, there was no point in exerting force here. Rather, you will end up falling for his provocation and confessing the truth.

“The idiots here must have done something one by one. Even though the elderly Nazi is in a serious condition, are there any friends who wouldn't be swayed by it? Isn’t that right, Count Vladimir?”

After saying that, Yoosung turned his head. Toward Count Player, a Russian hero who remains silent throughout.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

the count smiled coldly.

“That’s strange. Didn’t you shout that you would revive the Russian Empire? Well, it wouldn't be strange if a player like you overthrew the Russian president and became the tsar. Ah, now that I think about it, the president is your...

sreung.

At that moment, a blade of blood rose from beneath Yooseong’s feet. Blood magic, which was supposed to use blood as a medium, was created in the air without a single drop of blood and was aimed at Yooseong's nape.

A master of blood magic who signed a contract with the Blood Lord, Count Vladimir.

“Oh, is something hurting you?”

“I cannot tolerate this greater insult to my mother, my country, Russia, and to the President, King Hero.”

“Mother Russia? Home, you just don’t have any sparks or filial piety.”

Yoosung laughed as if it were someone else’s business.

“The Gravekeeper, ranked 2nd, is actually a remnant of the Nazis who dream of the revival of the Third Reich, while Count Vladimir, ranked 8th, dreams of the resurrection of Russia, so there is no reason for heroes to be talking about each other. Oh, by the way, I forgot.”

Saying that, Yooseong turned his head towards the next target.

“Do you still like war that much, Lieutenant General Kilgore?”

Lieutenant General Kilgore. A member of the United States Special Operations Command and an apostle of the Warlord.

“You were there when white phosphorus and napalm poured down in the Gaza Strip and people were wiped out, right? Have you still not gotten over your habit of hiding and raining napalm bombs on the enemies of your country? “How much lobbying did the Israeli government spend for the Lieutenant General of the United States to personally wipe out the enemies of God?”

Lieutenant General Kilgore's expression was frozen cold.

“Player Kang,

do you understand the repercussions your words will bring?”

“Oh, I know very well.”

At those words, Kang Yu-seong shrugged his shoulders again and laughed.

“If you look closely, the ten heroes who saved the world are Nazi thugs, Russian imperialist murderers, and warmongers... It is not a story that the people of the world will take very well.”

Yoosung smiled coldly and stretched out his arms.

“...

In no time, iron-clad weapons were flying around the King of Heroes. They were steel dragons soaring with a roar in the sky filled with darkness.

The F-23 Diablo, the most powerful tactical aircraft said to have surpassed the F-22 Raptor, flew across the sky.

And controlling those steel weapons was not a skill that Yoosung possessed. After all, it was the skill of ‘General’ Kilgore.

It should have been so.

Nevertheless, it was not Vice Admiral Kilgore who was piloting the F-23 aircraft, but the hero Wang Gangyuseong.

“How can you have unique level skills...!”

“Open the unique parenthesis and close the non-unique parenthesis.”

I was using a unique (not unique) level skill that should only have one.

Even now, the King of Heroes holds a poisonous sword in his hand, and the Heavenly Demon, known as the Demon God of the Sword, has descended. The gravekeeper's gray coat and fedora are wrapped in the darkness and ghosts of all the evil spirits he commands.

Furthermore, as if he had obtained the capabilities of Lieutenant General Kilgore and showed off his power, the F-23 Di Ablo launched all kinds of bombing raids into the darkness.

A player can have up to seven skill deck slots. Even if we add the side decks for a total of 10, the number of skills that Yusung is currently demonstrating cannot be explained by ‘one skill deck.’

As if he could freely use the power of all ten heroes here——.

“King Hero, do you think you can get away with disparaging the honor of your heroes and comrades so unilaterally?”

“Oh my, you like your colleague. So, are you planning to join forces and stab me in the back during the Plague Lord raid?”

Yooseong was dumbfounded by those words and burst out laughing.

“Do you think I don’t know that you guys have already joined hands and formed a dark organization? “Did you think I would go into shock after realizing the shocking truth about the heroes of the Earth Defense Force?”

“Did I tell you? “I made a contract with the Lord of Truth so I can see your secrets.”

“You can tell lies like that so casually

...!”

People around the world are watching. In the world of towers, where ten rankers were gathered, it was an opportunity that is rarely found.

Therefore, none of them could act hastily. Because that action will soon become proof of the truth. From this tower and even outside the tower.

“As you can see, the world is like this. So why should I go around like that and save the world? It’s not normal to feel ashamed. Oh, that's it for the spoilers. “Please understand even if the development is a bit sudden.”

Yooseong answered sarcastically, and a chilling silence fell. After a moment of silence, the tomb keeper opened his mouth.

“You must take responsibility for those words, King of Heroes.”

“Why are you so worried again? “Do you feel anxious because the cameras are rolling?”

Yoosung answered coldly.

“—_Don’t you know best that the world won’t change no matter how much I listen to the truth anyway?”

The tomb keeper laughed coldly at Yooseong’s words.

It was a mockery that could never be missed, even if only for a moment.

And following the tombkeeper's ridicule, laughter was heard again. It was a laugh that only Yoosung could hear.

The laughter of the monarchs looking down on this scene in 《The Throne at the End》. The sound rang out endlessly, as if someone was bursting into laughter at a clown's entertainment.

“What do you wish for, child with a thousand faces and a thousand talents!”]

[The Clown Lord feels infinitely satisfied with your actions.]

“Descent of the Heavenly Demon.”

“what......?”

Yooseong answered. At those words, the rankers tilted their heads, but there was no way they could understand the meaning. And I had no intention of even letting him understand.

Clowns and magicians never reveal their tricks carelessly.

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