ReLife Player

Chapter 45

[Hound (7)]

There was a time when Player No Eunha killed a monster from the 4th hierarchy with a short sword.

All the players gathered around and said in unison, The true value of <Undead> is revealed when he wields his two weapons.

In his right hand was the Maestro of Destiny, the last work made for him by the legendary blacksmith.

In his left hand was the Mengoosh, a backup to his legendary weapon.

You bastard!

There was no time to catch his breath. Rolling on the ground, Eunha quickly closed the distance.

As if to give him no time to think, a pack of hounds charged.

He grappled with the hounds, then stomped the floor, his backwards stiletto slashing at ones throat and the grip of his automatic rifle slamming into another.

Thats a tough one.

He had only been in hand-to-hand combat with the Hell Hound for a few minutes; it had recognized him as a formidable opponent and decided to wait for him to run out of health.

In the end, Eunha was no closer to the Hell Hound. The hounds in the pack were just chasing him, following his markings.

They were really bothering him.

They wouldnt give him a break.

No Eunha aimed at the hunting dog rushing towards him with his left hand and fired his G-Fight1 automatic pistol.

The bullet aimed precisely at the creatures vital spot.

He didnt care if the magic stone fell or not. He had to get out of there to escape from the pack.

I cant believe Im running away from these creatures!

Though I already was.

This sucks.

No matter how efficiently he handled his mana, his childlike body couldnt keep up with his pre-reversion skills. Even if he tried, his mana would dwindle inexplicably, and it would take a toll on his body.

I dont even like stilettos!

I was also limited in the weapons I could wield now.

Before the regression, he had been using his Mengoosh as a secondary weapon, but trying to use a stiletto of similar length as his primary weapon was bound to make his combat inconsistent. If he hadnt used his G-Fight1 as a secondary weapon, he might have been defeated.

That bastard is so annoying.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

To think that I have to kill even the lowest-ranked monster, a mere pawn.

It was ridiculous. Looking up at the Hell Hound looking down on me from above.

I wanted to kill it right now.

I wanted to twist its limbs, no, I wanted to see it give in before I did.

Okay, okay, Ill do it. Its not that hard.

Oh, youre going to be the one to kill me?

Today is your last day.

Theyre all dead, really.

Eunha tugged at the string that held the thermos.

Hed been paying attention to how much yuzu tea was left in the thermos, but he didnt need it now.

It was war. That was all.

He swallowed the rest of the yuzu tea. Not a drop left.

If we were in the mountains, we would be drinking makgeolli.(1)

Makgeolli was a decent potion. Although it had lower efficiency in restoring mana, it was a win-win situation for players who could kill monsters and drink alcohol.

It will be made someday.

The Potion Yuzu Tea quickly replenished my mana. It didnt fill up all of his mana, but he turned around just in time to face the Hell Hound.

A thousand steps.

In a few strides, he plunged into the hound pack,

He went berserk.

He swung his sword like a madman. If he had been acting calculatedly to conserve mana up until now, he was now in a fit of rage and killed as many as he could get his hands on.

The erratic path of the swinging blade was eerie.

The hunting dogs trapped in a world of flying, irregular blades fell one by one.

Haa, haa

It was exhausting. But he was able to overcome the discomfort of a child and an adults body as he acted impulsively.

He also managed to release all the built-up stress he had been feeling.

This is it.

I dont think about killing in one fell swoop. If I see it, I cut it. I stab.

This is it.

The pleasure of killing monsters in a frenzy bubbled in his chest.

This is it.

The hounds were adept at sensing changes in the situation.

They sensed a new kind of fear. Unafraid of death, they were paralyzed by the sight of him swinging his sword like a madman, without purpose.

He would not leave them alone.

If they wouldnt come, he would.

If they tried to swell the herd, he would burrow into its center,

Bark. go on Bark, do it.

He swung her stiletto at any pair. The mana-expanded blades curved like boomerangs in an anomalous attack.

Now its your turn.

The pack was now scattered. At best, the surviving dogs were wounded, or weak enough to be culled from the pack.

Another pack was approaching, following the markings, at an unseen distance, but it didnt matter.

Killing the leader of the pack was the priority.

Remember that youre dead. Woof.

The Hell hound ducked almost instinctively, or he wouldnt have survived the man who was only a few paces away.

Thats a good one.

It didnt matter if he ducked or not.

He was going to die anyway.

I was going to kill him anyway.

Pfft ugk!

Just then, Eunhas face contorted.

It was the price of overusing her body. The pain of him frantically swinging his sword struck his entire body.

What the hell!

He wasnt even injured. He threw himself at the Hell Hound, who was covered in warning signs.

Creak.

The Hell Hound did the same. The one who disrupted his vision with black mist jumped in without hesitation.

What a!

Youre crazy too!

The one who blinded him with the fog had sacrificed its ears.

The Hell Hound realized it had underestimated him all this time; it should have pounced with the pack, not waited for him to run out of health.

It had to kill him now. It quickly made the choice to give up its right ear in order to stay alive.

Boom!

Eunha bit down on his thigh. The sensation of serrated teeth digging deep into his flesh was not a pleasant one.

I wanted to pull back at once.

But I couldnt. The moment you lose momentum, the fight will be won by the Hell Hound who charges with a death wish.

So if you want a sure win,

Fuck you.

He had to capitalize on this moment. He pointed the G-Fight1 at the creatures forehead.

One shot.

The gunshot echoed through the mountains.

There was no way he was going to die from this.

Another shot.

The fog around his head shook for a moment,

Another shot.

Another shot pierced the black fog.

This is it.

One more shot.

One more shot and it was over.

The unrelenting gaze of the assailants eyes wavered.

No, you idiot.

It was a fake. All the bullets were spent.

It took the hound a moment to realize the meaning of those words, and in that moment Eunha didnt miss his chance. He shattered the hounds nose with a punch.

Thunk.

Shit.

He didnt kill him with that blow. The hell hound, its face submerged in the mist, stopped its attack and retreated.

Cough.

Ha

He didnt kill it at once. Its face sunken, it stopped attacking and backed away.

A fang was still stuck in his thigh, having been driven in by the hell hound.

Some flesh had been torn off by the teeth, causing bleeding. He prepared to use his Celestial Step technique to completely cut off the hell hounds breath.

Ugh!

Suddenly the pain of the torn flesh overwhelmed him.

[The] (2)

Even with his mental strength, there was a limit. Unlike his pre-regression self, who had become accustomed to pain, he was now just a child. This was the first time in his life that he had ever felt his flesh fall off.

It hurt like he wanted to punch everything in the face. It had been a long time since he had felt so much pain that tears came to his eyes.

[foot] [movement].

I felt like my brain was breaking down from all the mental strength I was putting into it.

I was hearing things.

[Someone please] (E/N: Its Jin seona!)

My head is ringing.

I stayed on the ground, gritting my teeth and trying to get up, but my body wouldnt cooperate.

Crunch.

Groan.

Uck.

I was out of luck.

At the worst possible time, the hounds that had followed the Mark appeared.

They hadnt missed his moment of weakness.

The Hell Hounds werent as stupid as they had been a moment ago.

He had to roll on the ground, dodging attacks from the hounds and the Hell Hound.

He couldnt dodge all the attacks because his body wouldnt listen to him, and his face, arms, legs, and other parts of his body were not spared.

The bleeding was severe.

Huck, ugh, uck!

[Help me].

I sliced off its foot in the side. That was it. I could barely keep up with them now.

I was out of shape.

My body was heavy. They were still moving.

These things, really.

Of course, he wasnt standing still.

The Hell Hound was in no better shape. He, too, was protected by the pack, but there wasnt a part of him that wasnt wounded.

Are you going to try more? The hell hound grumbled lowly.

You think Im going to lose to you?

It was exhilarating, and though he was desperate, he didnt think for a moment that he might be killed by them.

On the contrary, it energized him.

[Whoever, please]

Yes, strength.

[Whoever, please help me-!!]

It boiled up like a pump.

Player Noeun has killed a monster of the fourth dimension in his own way.

All the players gathered their voices and spoke.

The true value of <Berserker> is revealed only when he manifests a Gift in extreme situations.

What the hell. That guy.

Hell Hound couldnt believe what was happening in front of him.

This was a man who had been on the verge of death only moments ago. Nothing more than a human being, clinging for dear life to evil.

And now.

Youre dead, really.

Hell Hound watched the scene unfold before him, unable to do anything.

The mana in his body pulsed faintly, and with each beat, his mood changed.

The man on deaths doorstep exuded an aura that made me want to bow my head.

It wasnt until later that he caught a whiff of the thick odor that surrounded him.

It wasnt blood.

It wasnt dirt.

It wasnt sweat.

It was the smell of death.

Or rather, whose death.

Say that I died (3)

The voice was heard right nearby.

In what gap?

When he thought so, everything was already over.

While he was cowering in the face of death, the rest of the pack had been slaughtered.

And the Hell Hound, too.

He barely had time to dodge the tip of a blade falling overhead.

It was a close call,

Hooo.

His instinct to survive alone solidified the black mist.

The stiletto couldnt pierce it.

Lets see how long it lasts.

The game was over.

Trapped in the fog as a shell.

Id bought myself some time to live.

Surprisingly tough, arent you?

Stop it. Please stop.

But still, this enough is.

Not unbreakable.

With disappointment that he hadnt met his expectations,

Im very late now.

He clawed at the shell as if stabbing a tomato.

I mean-

He stuck his blood-covered face into the hole.

Try to cry. Right now. Woof Woof, come on, do it.

Curled up in a ball with its tail between its legs was a.

Woof Woof (4)

and it cried.

Well done, then die.

That was the end (of it)

Notes!

(1) Makgeolli: is a traditional Korean alcoholic drink made from a mixture of wheat and rice. It is a slightly sweet and tangy drink with a creamy texture and a low alcohol content. It is typically served in a bowl-shaped cup and enjoyed as a casual drink with friends or family.

(2) [The]: the symbol [] is a Korean character that can have multiple meanings depending on the context. It can be used as a prefix to indicate my or mine, as well as a suffix to indicate the or of. So please be aware that it might change in the future.

(3) Say that I died: is translated as Say that I died in English. The phrase is a command or request for the hell hound to say that the Eunha has died. As if do you dare to say that I died? but it would not be gramatically correct though.

(4) Woof Woof: is the sound of a dog barking in Korean. In this context, its used as an onomatopoeia to describe the sound the hell hound makes when crying. Remember that Eunha command it to cry.

E/N: This chapter was kind of hard to translate! Anyways enjoy and happy reading! Also thanks to the people who have subscribed! hehe.

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