Khan belongs to the Broken Tusk tribe, and is the third son of the chief Bhakar. Khan always tried to make himself stand out, but he knew he would never be as strong as his eldest brother Bhal, or as smart as his second brother Braukr. 

In an attempt to stand out he joined a war party against a rival tribe, The pale ones. While on the battlefield Khan freezes in fear and he notices all around him are the corpses and bodies of people he knew from his tribe and from the pale ones. He hears the screams, cries, and pleas of the wounded begging for death. While he isn't paying attention a pale one tribe member hits Khan and knocks him unconscious. 

The next thing Khan knows he is being sold to a area as a slave fighter. So begins the epic of Khan.

Dengan gerakan slow motion, aku mendorong lembut tubuh Tiara dari tubuhku. Beberapa saat mataku lekat memandang wajahnya yang tersenyum manis menggemaskan.
"Kok kamu tahu, aku Bangla? Siapa yang ngasih bocoran?" tanyaku dengan bisikkan mendesah akibat rongga dadaku yang sesak dipenuhi rasa heran.
"Ada deh!" Tiara menjawab seraya menunduk.
Kedua bola matanya menatap seksama bagian tubuhku depan pangkal paha di bawah pusar. Tempat bersemayamnya benda sakti yang dulu mendapat julukan 'Bangla'.
Cukup lama Tiara memfokuskan tatapannya di sana. Setelah puas, dia kembali menatap wajahku dengan tatapan yang sangat nanar dan sayu. Aku bahkan belum sanggup menterjemahkan tatapannya yang sangat menggoda itu.
Mata sayu dan nanar itu kini menyapu sekujur tubuhku dengan sangat intens dan mendalam. Bergerak pelan mulai dari ujung sepatu Kicker-ku hingga ujung rambutku.
Jantungku masih berdegup tak normal. Sebait tanya tersisa di dada. Mengapa setelah sekian lama julukan itu menghilang, kini ada lagi yang memanggilku dengan sebutan itu. Julukan yang sedikit sakral sekaligus tabu. Bahkan aku sudah meminta dengan hormat pada semua sahabat terdekatku untuk menghapusnya dari memori mereka.
Dan lebih mengejutkan lagi, ketika seorang Tiara yang membangkitkan kembali julukan ajaib itu. Sedangkan aku dan dia saling mengenal hanya sebatas teman biasa. Setiap bertemu hanya sekedar 'say halo.' Pernah bicara basa-basi berdua, itupun tak lebih dari beberapa patah kata saja.
Kalau pun dulu, aku punya kesempatan ngobrol panjang lebar berduaan dengannya, sudah dipastikan tak mungkin membahas 'Bangla'. Kecuali dia sudah pernah bertemu langsung dengannya.
Sejak kapan dia dapat bocoran gila itu? Dan siapa bedebah yang telah membocorkannya. Memalukan!
'Bangla' merupakan panggilan rahasia untukku. Hanya teman yang benar-benar akrab dan dekat yang diizinkan memanggilku demikian. Itu pun ketika keadaan sepi. Itu julukan pujian namun juga bisa dianggap sebagai ejekan.
Bangla diambil dari kata Bangladesh. Nama sebuah negara di Asia Selatan yang berbatasan dengan India di barat, utara, dan timur, Myanmar di tenggara, serta Teluk Benggala di selatan. Bangladesh secara harfiah bermakna "Negara Bangla". Ibu kota dan kota terbesar di Bangladesh ialah Dhaka
Beberapa temanku menjuluki demikian karena junior di balik celanaku, memiliki ukuran yang lebih besar dan lebih panjang dibanding mereka yang sebaya denganku. Ditambah dengan bulu-bulu yang tumbuh subur di kaki, paha, perut hingga dadaku.
Berdasarkan ciri-ciri fisik itu, aku sempat dikira memiliki garis keturunan bangsa Bangladesh atau India. Walau wajahku sama sekali tidak memiliki nuansa warga keturunan negara-negara tersebut.
Paras wajahku lebih mirip Rezky Aditya artis sinetron Indonesia, dibanding dengan Shahrul Khan atau pemain-pemain film bollywood lainnya. Kulit wajahku cenderung putih cerah dan bulu-bulu halus yang tumbuh subur di kaki, dada hingga perutku tidak selebat bulu-bulu lelaki India atau Bangladesh.
"Kamu dari mana dan mau kemana, Tiar?" Aku bertanya mengalihkan fokus pandangan dan pikiran nakalnya pada si Bangla.
"Aku mau pulang. Baru selesai manggung." Senyuman Tiara makin genit dan menggoda. Suaranya pun terdengar sedikit merdu, mendesah dan berirama.
"Manggung?" Aku kembali tersentak, "manggung apaan?" tanya kemudian dengan dahi berkerut dan kedua alis saling mendekat.
"Biasalah manggung dangdut. Musik rakyat jelata. Mengais receh untuk mencukupi kebutuhan sehari-hari. Agar dapurku tetap ngebul, kalau pun nanti ada sisanya terpaksa aku tabungkan, siapa tahu bisa untuk mencicil Ferrari, hehehe." Tiara menjawab manja dalam canda yang sedikit mengena.
"Kamu jadi penyanyi dangdut?" tanyaku setengah sadar.
Tiara mengangguk, wajahnya lurus menatapku dan kedua tangannya memegangi kedua lenganku dengan sangat lembut dan manja. Posisi yang seketika menyeret memoriku pada kenangan masa lalu yang telah silam.
Sebenarnya aku tak perlu bertanya tentang profesinya. Dari pakaian dan dandanannya pun dia sudah terlihat dangdut banget.
Yang jadi pertanyaan, sejak kapan dia menjadi artis dangdut? Kemana pakaian syar'i dan kerudung besarnya yang dulu selalu menutupi sekujur tubuhnya?
Beberapa tahun yang lalu, aku mengenal dia masih sebagai gadis yang sangat cantik, imut, pemalu, pendiam dan auratnya tertutup sempurna. Dia seorang ukhti yang sangat shalihah dipandang dari sudut gaya berdandan dan kepribadiannya.
Mengapa kini berbalik 108 derajat?
"Sejak kapan kamu jadi artis dangdut?" tanyaku ragu-ragu. Sejujurnya aku takut menyinggung perasaanya. 
Mungkinkah Tiara sedang bercanda? Untuk urusan aurat, tak mungkin dia sebercanda ini.
"Hmmm belum lama sih, mungkin sudah setengah tahunan kali ya." Tiara pun ragu-ragu. "masih sebatas hobi dan iseng aja. Daripada bengong sendirian di rumah." lanjutnya seraya menyandarkan pantatnya pada motorku yang jadi saksi bisu pertemuan kembali aku dan wanita syar'i yang kini telah menjelma menjadi artis dangdut yang sangat seksi.
"Bukannya artis dangdut biasanya pulang tengah malam?" selidikku.
"Harusnya begitu. Tapi, aku minta izin pulang lebih dulu. Soalnya dari tadi siang udah ngerasa gak nyaman di atas panggung. Penontonnya rada-rada rese gimana gitu."
"Hmmm."
"Ya, aku yakin, nanti malam pasti lebih rese tak terkontrol. Siang bolong aja udah rese dikendalikan alkohol. Aku tidak terlalu suka dengan lelaki pemabuk, makanya setengah hari aja, hehehe." Tiara menjelaskan panjang lebar.
"Bukannya kalau yang jogetnya mabuk berat makin asik. Kan dia hilang kontrol, lupa diri dan mudah menghambur-hamburkan uang recehnya untuk nyawer, hehehe." Aku terkekeh malu hati. Teringat segala kekonyolan dan kebodohan yang dulu sering aku lakukan.
"Gak semua begitu. Malah lebih banyak yang rese saat mabuk berat. Terkadang mereka ngotot minta uang sawera, kan brengsek. Namanya juga dalam pengaruh alkohol, mereka berasa paling berkuasa dan dunia miliknya, hehehe."
"Oh gitu," balasku kembali terkekeh.
Khusus yang satu ini, aku tak pernah konyol. Walau setiap berjoget di atas panggung, hampir dipastikan ada dalam pengaruh minuman keras. Namun tidak pernah sampai rese parah.
Mungkin karena sudah mengenal dan terbiasa dengan minuman beralkohol sejak kecil, hingga tidak pernah ada pemikiran meminum minuman keras untuk sekedar pamer atau dianggap hebat jika sampai mabok.
Di atas panggung aku malah jadi idola para penyanyi. Selain wajahku yang ehem-ehem dan tidak pernah rese aku pun sangat royal saat menerbangkan lembaran uang saweran. Mereka bahkan menjulukiku 'Abang Sawer Ganteng'
Sebenarnya aku tidak terlalu banyak mengenal Tiara. Kami beda sekolah dan beda kampung. Walau masih dalam satu desa. Kami saling mengenal hanya sebatas tahu nama dan wajah. Itupun karena saat pergi dan pulang sekolah sering kebetulan naik angkutan umum yang sama.
Aku tak pernah menduga bisa bertemu kembali dalam situasi seperti saat ini. 
Dia telah menjadi orang yang benar-benar berbeda. Seorang ukhti shalihah yang berani memakai pakaian kekurangan bahan, terbuka di sana-sini.
Mengejutkan, menakjubkan juga sedikit membuat bulu romaku berdiri. Ada apa dengan Tiara? Tragedi kehidupan model apa yang telah menimpanya hingga bisa mengubah dirinya sedrastis ini.
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KHUSUS DEWASA
Ketika mertua menanamkan benih cinta pada sang menantu dan menimbulkan dendam kebencian ketika ditolaknya, maka apa yang akan terjadi?

Shah Rukh Khan, Anushka Sharma and Katrina Kaif starer, Zero, was released on December 2018.  The film was a much-awaited film of the year, considering the Shah Rukh Khan being the lead actor.


 
SRK's fan had huge expectations from the film but none of the expectations were met after the release. The movie was a non-performer at the box office.

Nevertheless, Zero has seemed to be making up for the losses and is now doing considerably good on television.

Image result for zero movie

In fact, reports state that Zero premiered on TV with a record 9.2 million impression, and following this the film also recorded a staggering 3.9 million impressions in a single month on other paid streaming platforms.

After its success on the television, the question arises that why was the movie not able to do well on the silver screen.

For starters, Red Chillies Productions supplied the TV network and the streaming platform a different cut of the film, helping Zero to set new benchmarks in satellite and streaming domains.

Another reason is said to be the difference in marketing strategies. The network promotional campaign for Zero revealed the bit about the Mars mission and portrayed the film to be a journey of sorts that the lead protagonist Shah Rukh Khan goes through from Meerut to Mars. Which was clearly missing in the theatrical campaign.

Lastly, the television audience is far different from the theatre-going crowd. While the theatre-going audience decides whether a film is worth watching based on reviews and word of mouth, the satellite audience, on the other hand, do not pay much attention to such factors. In fact, an individual who might skip a film in theatres may watch the same film on TV out of sheer curiosity or for the lack of options.

Char: *defeats all the dragons except the fire one Natsu is riding and forces them through the gate* people have waited who knows how long for this

Natsu: what are you talking about, and more importantly, WHO ARE YOU AND HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG?!?!?!

Char: I'm a character created by a lady author *disappears from the fairy tail world and appears next to Sakib*

Sakib: welcome back

Char: Sakib, yo LAZY MOTHERFU-

(we interrupt your reading to give you, ummm a random puppy *gives the reader a puppy* enjoy)

Sakib: alright, I'll make a good fight scene then tomorrow

Char: you better, anyways you need to sleep it's like 4am *looks at Sakib who is sleeping like a baby* and he's already asleep, great, I guess you can roleplay I'm the comments then, I don't know, do whatever the fuck you want

a bad author with an op main character, how bad can the story get, will I enjoy writing my story enough that I upload frequently, find out here as we explore why I should never write a story, it just find out about random things I get into

Chapter 65

Until I made the Sword of Self-transcendence, the details of all the items I made were accompanied by the modifier: made by a craftsman with great skills and potential, but lacks experience and reputation.

But now it had changed to 'a craftsman with great skills and potential, but his experience and reputation is somewhat lacking.' I felt a little bit recognized. Anyway, I got a new production hammer, so I was more likely to make rare and epic rated items. In addition, the probability of making normal rated items was relatively low.

It was fortunate that I realized the importance of a production hammer and managed to obtain a new one, even if it was delayed.

I was about to launch my operation to make more money.

'I've replaced the hammer so should I now make epic, unique or legendary items?'

Khan interrupted me as I was about to start. "Grid, will you come to my son's grave with me? Actually, today is the anniversary of my son's death."

I didn't want to waste time at an unnecessary place when I could be making items to sell. But Khan's request couldn't be dismissed. Khan was my only friend in reality and Satisfy.

'An NPC is my only friend... how depressing...'

I decided to postpone my work.

"Let's go."

***

At a small hill north of Winston. There were around 10 graves on the hill.

'This is too small to be a cemetery...'

Khan saw my look and explained. "This is the cemetery where not just my son, but my ancestors are buried."

"I see."

Khan stood in front of his son's gravestone and smiled. Khan missed his son.

"My son... He had excellent qualities as a blacksmith. I had no doubt that he would become a great blacksmith who would surpass me, and maybe even have the same reputation as Albatino. Unfortunately, he died early."

Tears filled Khan's eyes.

"The pain of losing a son is incredibly big. It has been 10 years since he died, but I still miss him and feel regret towards his death. If possible, I would revive him, even if I needed to sacrifice my own life."

I didn't know what to say. It was impossible for me to understand the mind of a parent who lost their child. I stood there with an awkward expression, and the tearful Khan suddenly laughed.

"I'm glad you're here."

"..."

"Every day, every day... I couldn't work properly because of nostalgia and despair. But ever since meeting you, I have felt surprised and excited. Didn't I stop drinking because of you? Now, please say hello to my son."

Khan stood straight in front of his son's gravestone. Then he spoke towards the gravestone.

"Son, this is Pagma's Descendant, who I told you about every night. Isn't it great to meet him? Are you surprised? Isn't it great? Are you wondering why such a person is with your father?"

"Khan..."

Khan started crying again. He finally sank to his knees, hugging the gravestone while exclaiming. "Don't worry! Don't worry! Your father is doing well, so don't worry! This great person is taking care of your father! He promised to take care of the smithy! So relax and don't worry. Rest in peace... Sob...sob sob."

"..."

Countless NPCs existed in Satisfy. Every one of them were alive with stories and feelings like this. Amazing. I truly admired Satisfy's technology.

"... Damn, they should do it moderately."

My vision was cloudy from the dust in my eyes. I moved my gaze to the sky due to a lump in my throat. Then I promised. "Your father is my most precious friend. I will treat him well. I'll also make the smithy the best. So... as you father said, rest in peace."

Then a notification window popped up.

[The bond between you and Khan has deepened.]

[The souls of Khan's ancestors are thrilled by your emotions towards Khan and emerge from underground.]

"...Eh?"

10 blue lights in the shape of people appeared in front of me. Then they spoke simultaneously towards me.

"It is good to meet you, Pagma's Descendant. Friend of our descendant."

"W-Wait...!"

Weren't these souls ghosts?

I hurriedly called out to Khan, "K-Khan. Khan!"

"Drrrong! Drrrong!"

"Did you go crazy?"

Khan was sleeping while hugging his son's gravestone. No, how could he fall asleep in such a short amount of time? I realized that I was the only one facing these ghosts, and formed tight fists.

"C-Come on! You evil ghosts! I will survive to the end of the horror movie!"

...Yes, to be honest, I was a little frightened of ghosts. No, to be honest, I really hated ghosts. It was because I had actually encountered a ghost during my elementary school days. Of course, I might've been seeing things, now that I thought about it... Anyway, the intense fear of that time was still deeply engraved in my mind, causing a ghost allergy.

The blue souls floating in the air were confused when I told them to fight, and they didn't say anything. I didn't feel any hostility from them, so I asked carefully.

"You... are you really ghosts...?"

"You could say that."

The answer made me feel despair.

"Unbelievable! No way! How can ghosts exist in this world? I might've seen it when I was a child, but it wasn't really a ghost!"

The ghosts laughed.

"Hahaha, what doesn't exist in this world? Yet you think it's strange that there are ghosts?"

"...Ah."

I belatedly realized. I forgot for a while, but this was Satisfy, not reality. It was an artificial world created by human hands! Not just ghosts, but living bones, talking beasts and even fire beasts existed. People could fly and shoot magic. Yes, it wasn't strange for ghosts to exist in this world.

I asked them. "S-So what? Why did you emerge?"

They answered. "We are thrilled that you showed a true heart to our descendants, so we have come to give you a reward."

"... Reward?"

Was it money? As I was feeling expectant, the biggest one came forward and introduced himself.

"I am the person who witnessed Pagma's swordsmanship 130 years ago."

"...!"

Pagma's swordsmanship! I discovered a clue to the class quest, which had been delayed because I didn't know how to proceed.

"130 years ago... I witnessed the beauty of Pagma's swordsmanship that pierced the sky, and was so fascinated that I ran to Kesan Canyon. Then I drew a picture of Pagma's swordsmanship, which was clearly imprinted in my mind, on a north cliff of the canyon. I was so excited that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep if I didn't do that."

I obtained a clue for Pagma's swordsmanship, which I had no idea how to find or learn.

"The painting will probably help you learn Pagma's swordsmanship."

[The quest 'Pagma's Descendant' has been updated.]

[Pagma's Descendant]

Difficulty: Class quest.

You have certainly been given Pagma's blacksmith skills.

But do you know exactly who Pagma is? Can you proudly carry out his will?

Who is Pagma? If he was simply a blacksmith with good skills, his legends wouldn't be scattered across the continent.

First, start with the clue of the swordsmanship that pierced the sky, and follow Pagma's legend. If you can collect all of the legends, you will truly understand Pagma and succeed his will.

At that moment, a new legend will be born.

* There is no time limit for this class quest.

* If you accept the class quest of a legendary class, you can't change your class again.

* The legendary class quest has the power to transform Satisfy's world, according to the results.

Class Quest Clear Conditions: Complete all linked quests successfully.

Class Quest Clear Reward: Unknown.

* First Class Quest: [Pagma's Swordsmanship.]

The person who witnessed Pagma's swordsmanship 130 years ago has showed up and given you a clue.

If you head to Kesan Canyon that is to the south of Winston, you will find a clue to Pagma's swordsmanship carved on a northern cliff.

* First Class Quest Clear Condition: Learn Pagma's swordsmanship.

First Class Quest Clear Reward: Dainsleif (Reproduction).

After confirming the newly emerged quest information window, the souls said farewell.

"Pagma's Descendant is a friend of our descendant. We pray that you will become greater than Pagma. Now, we should be returning to where we were."

The souls disappeared one by one in front of me. One soul remained until the end and spoke softly.

"Thank you for looking after my father."

Suuuuoh...

We came to this place at dusk and it was now night. The remnants of the souls disappearing scattered a blue light like falling stars, and then Khan woke up.

"Umm...? Did I fall asleep? Is it already night?"

"Old Man, you have a habit of sleeping everywhere, but it isn't good for your health."

"Hmm... I was never like this... Huh? Heok! Y-You! Why is the part around your crotch damp?"

"...Be quiet."

***

40 days had passed since Huroi cleared the 'Wait' quest.

Afterwards, he accepted the S.A. Group's proposal to thoroughly check his health in the hospital, then spent another week answering S.A Group's questions and agreed to let them announce his identity as the first second class in Satisfy. Then he spent the next 23 days riding a horse around Mongolia in order to satisfy his nomadic nature. Finally, he returned to Satisfy three days ago and improved his understanding of the newly acquired second class.

And today! Huroi arrived at Khan's smithy. It was to meet Grid, whom he had sworn to serve.

'Will he be pleased to see me? Or will he ask why I only came now?'

Huroi was incredibly tense. He couldn't help gulping. As he hesitantly stood in front of the smithy, the door opened from the inside. Grid exited from the open door. Did he noticed that Huroi was here and came out to meet him?

"M-My Liege!"

The thrilled Huroi shouted. But Grid didn't even look at him. He didn't think that the title of 'liege' applied to him. Huroi shouted again.

"Mr. Grid!"

"Eh?"

Grid finally turned towards Huroi. The two people made eye contact. Huroi ran forward and bent to one knee in front of Grid, like a knight before a monarch.

"Have you been well in the meantime? I'm sorry for not making any contact with you until now!"

"...Huroi?"

"Yes, My Liege. I am Huroi."

In the dungeon, Huroi had sacrificed himself to allow Grid to escape the four knights. Huroi knew that Grid would be worried. Then...

"This bastard!"

Grid glared and abruptly grabbed Huroi's neck. Then he let out a stream of curses at Huroi.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! You, I know you? I don't! I don't know why the knights associated you with me, but I was disqualified from the item making game and forced to accept a ridiculous quest! Huh? I was trapped in solitary confinement with my mouth gagged, then I had to fight someone called the Northern Nova. Can you imagine how much I suffered?"

"..."

Huroi was at a loss for words. Grid's attitude was completely different from what he imagined. He couldn't understand why Grid was angry, but he sincerely apologized.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong! My Liege!"

His master was his sky! His master was angry due to the actions of his subordinates.

Grid became rather confused at Huroi's apology. Grid frowned.

'This guy, he seemed perfectly fine and smart when I first met him. He seems to have become a complete freak since being stuck in prison. Was he severely tortured?'

Anyway, he didn't want to be with this disgusting guy. Grid let go of Huroi and waved his hand. "Hey, hey, that's it. I understand already, so you should leave."

Huroi was baffled.

"Go where?"

"Go wherever."

"My path is with My Liege!"

Huroi had already vowed to follow Grid. The descendants of the Blue Wolf didn't forsake their oaths. He would follow Grid for the rest of his life. Thanks to his second class, 'Apostle of Justice's Partner,' he practically needed to stay at Grid's side because all his stats increased by 20% when he was with the Apostle of Justice.

"T-This crazy..."

Huroi didn't notice Grid's irritation as he asked.

"My Liege, are you part of a guild? If you have a guild then please let me join. Isn't it better for me to be in the same guild as you?"

"Guild? I don't have one. So please leave."

"Ohh! Good! Are you planning to make your own guild? If My Liege makes a guild, many people will follow you. I will assist you!"

Prior to going to Kesan Canyon, Grid was going to get minerals to make armor for his own use. Grid wanted to leave quickly instead of listening to Huroi's delirious chatter.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense and move out of the way. Yes? I'm going."

In the end, Grid left towards his destination. Well, it seemed like Grid disliked him, so Huroi was forced to follow Grid secretly. Obstacles appeared on a flat road. As soon as he created a fire to cook meat, a sudden shower poured down from a clear sky, meeting bandits at places famous for being peaceful, etc. While watching, Huroi realized that Grid was a person of bad luck. If Grid fell asleep, he was sure to break his nose.

Huroi felt a burning sense of duty.

'I must protect him!'

The Apostle of Justice's Partner needed to be with the Apostle of Justice. Huroi didn't doubt it.


Overgeared

Author: Park Saenal (박새날 )

Not my original work please give credit to original author at https://www.wuxiaworld.com/novel/overgeared

Shin Youngwoo has had an unfortunate life and is now stuck carrying bricks on construction sites. He even had to do labor in the VR game, Satisfy!

However, luck would soon enter his hapless life. His character, ‘Grid’, would discover the Northern End Cave for a quest, and in that place, he would find ‘Pagma’s Rare Book’ and become a legendary class player…

Not my original work please give credit to original author at https://www.wuxiaworld.com/novel/overgeared

First I need to go out and buy the materials. I can't start anything without the materials after all. Without thinking, I go out of my room and walk along the hallway of the mansion. Then I met a maid which almost dropping a vase as she looks at me surprised not too far from my room. She bows down at me while being aghast at once, I only nod my head at her.  Why was she surprised when she looks at me? Is there something wrong with me?

As I walk away, I could hear her mumbling.

"H-how did young master Zein suddenly appears from his room? H-he wasn't there before when I clean the room."

... Ah, I see. That why she seems like seeing a ghost in daylight.  She was cleaning my room before, and suddenly I came out of the room. I keep my calm poker face, as I walk out the mansion. All servants of my family mansion got confused tho, as they saw me. Now, where should I go? I never made any purchase of magic item materials. Would the general store? Or maybe there some kind of specialty shop for it? Without a definite target to go, I wander around the second zone and checking shop to shop. As I wander around the capital second zone, I come to realize that people who known me keep their distance away from me. Some even keep their head low and afraid to get into my sight. Whoa, guess my shitty reputation is real. These couple of days people seems to be friendly with me, or should I said my pseudo?

Well, let's check the general store first. When I come to one of the bigger stores in the second zone, the people inside got shocked. Even the receptionist, tremble a little when he saw me. That when memories of my old self come to mind. I was making things complicated for this store once before! Since they tried to scam me for some liquor. As some self-proclaimed alcoholic beverage commissioner, I can't let that slide, or that how I justify myself. They indeed tried to scam me tho, although the public believes the other way around. Which working in their favor for sure. So they play the innocent merchant act, which makes me as the so-called evil and arrogant young master. They win the battle but lost the war at the end, because I was sending a complaint through some dwarves drinking association. Yes, it the reason I called myself a self-proclaimed alcoholic beverage commissioner. Because of the dwarf is one of the only residences in the capital that friendly with me, or maybe it because we were drinking buddy. Since every time I go out drinking to a tavern or bar, I would pay their bills. We even do a drinking competition from time to time... That why I said they win the battle but losing the war, as there are not a single dwarves that purchase an alcoholic beverage from them anymore, and not a single bar owner make any purchases from them afterward, since the dwarves hate them.

As I am thinking about that, I am stopping on my track. Hey, why I didn't think about that before. Those dwarves would be able to help me for sure. I turn around and goes out of the shop at once. Which make the receptionist flinched and trembled even more. I don't know what were they thinking but from their reaction, they must think that they're screwed. I go to the second zone in the south district at once and come to one of the best taverns there. When I go inside, all costumer looks at me right away. Then merry laughter comes from them.

"Muahahaha... Isn't it young master Dageraad?"

"It has been so long since the last time we saw you!"

"I thought you finally screwed up and get stabbed on your stomach by someone that holding grudge against you!"

"Gahahaha... That is harsh, Kamm, even though it coming from you!"

Most of them are a dwarf, while the other mostly a C-Rank Adventurers. They look at me fondly, well, I am their purse most of the times before. Also, they were used in my arrogant behavior. It pretty normal to meet a client like me in their line of works as a craftsman, adventurer, bards, or bartender. All that important for them is my deep wallet and I never cross their bottom line before. They only see me as a nosy, ignorant, or arrogant nobles children. Even the usual cold bartender of this Flammable Rum got a slight curve on his face when he sees me. I smile wryly, as it the first time people outside those close with me got this kind of response when they see me. 

"DRINK ON THIS YOUNG MASTER!"

I shout that while making an arrogant pose like how the old Zein used to do. They cheer at once, shouting out of their lungs, as they make a toast. Really these people... It only 10 AM and they already drinking like there is no tomorrow. Well, I was like that too before. 

Oh well, no one here could be called a friend but at least no one is enemies too. They just didn't care who are we as long as we weren't a criminal or a wanted man. So in a sense, we're just an acquaintance that knows each other while drinking. I come to the bar as people toasting their drinks and finally, come face to face with the bartender. He is an old man or should I said an old hobbit. His height is around 130 cm with the appearance of an old man around 40 years old, although his real age is almost 90 years old. He got brown wavy hair and thick eyebrows with a fleshy nose that look like Einstein. He took a glance at me, while keep wiping the glass on his hand.

"Your eyes are clear nuu."

He said those when I sit down in front of him. I smile at him, which keep focusing on the glass. He is indeed an experienced bartender, he could tell people condition with a glance.

"Indeed master Baggins. My problems already got resolved."

"I have told you before dat your problems ist simple. You just being a coward."

As he said those, he pours a liquor to the glass. It a liquor that got a blazing orange colored which is a signature drink of his tavern, the flammable rum. He pushes the glass to me. 

"It on the house. Although those people drink ist on you."

"Thanks, master."

I gulp it down at once, which resulting in burnings sensation on my throat. It really got a high amount of alcohol, it definitely more than 60 percent... I wonder what is the ingredient of this rum. On earth, rum should be around 35 to 50 percent at maximum. 

"Still got it, ey..."

"Of course master."

"Anyway, I won't say anything anymore nuu.. Since you already got tended."

"Hahaha. I still need some help master."

The dwarf I am looking for wasn't here for sure. That why I am saying those.

"You need dis old hobbit help? Nuu, dat ist interesting, dat arrogant brat won't say those before."

"Hahaha... It just a juvenile phase master. Anyway, I want to meet with Oldman Khan. But seems like he hasn't dropped by here."

"You want to meet Khan? Wat ist it for? You know brat, it bartender code to not spilling their customer's information."

He shakes his head as he shot down my question right away, as he left me alone and goes to the other customers. Honestly, searching for a single shop in the capital definitely bothersome. You know this city is big, like seriously big. Even with all the people living here, the third zone definitely big. It more than 150-kilometer square capital. Even if we didn't count the third zone, east district and castle it still almost 80-kilometer square. There also at least 300000 households that recorded as a citizen, but there should be more than those in reality. There a slum after all. So it better to check every store than searching for a single person...

"You want to meet Khan brat?"

As I am thinking about what to do next, a dwarf next to me called me out. He is one of the usual patronages of this tavern. A stout looking dwarf with a long bushy red beard and hair. Height? Of course, he is only a meter tall. His arms are big tho. 

"Yes."

"I could guide you to his shop, but give me a good reason to do it. Although we hardly judge a book by its cover. But you know that your reputation is really bad. I can't let you meet him if you would make trouble for him."

"Then I guess, I should search for another person."

"Does that mean you're looking for him to make trouble?"


His gaze change, as the cloudy looks from being drunk, disappear at once. I keep smiling while meeting his gaze with confidence.

"Yes, I would trouble him for sure as I met him."

He observes my eyes before taking his trinket and gulp down his drink.

"You didn't seem to get an ill intention as you said those. So you want to meet Khan for something that in the line of his business, aye."

"Yes, it is. I got some business with him, which I found troublesome."

"Gahahaha... What an interesting answer brat. Indeed, I didn't ask what is it, I only ask is it trouble or not. Your answer was definitely acceptable. Even though I dislike a riddle."

"It never meant to be a riddle. But if you ask for a specific answer, then I need his help on a material."

"Material? Couldn't you just put a commission on adventurer or merchant guild, and be done with it?"

I look around, then casting soundproof magic in secret.

"That the troublesome part. I don't even know what kind of material I needed. All I know is I need a material with specific traits."

"Still you could discuss it with merchant guild."

"Told you it troublesome, since it for the secret invention of a magic tool which is under development."

I smirk at him, as I tried to make him intrigued.

"Ah, you don't want someone to snoop around you. But isn't it reckless to talk about it here?"

"Reckless, if I didn't put soundproof magic."

"SOUNDPROOF MAGIC!"

He opening his eyes wide and shouting that when he looked around he realizes that no one turns their gaze. He then looks at me as his lips curving up. Now even the air around him is changing, so do his slight movement and gesture. He rubbing his thick beard before he makes a smile.

"Interesting brat, interesting... You could cast soundproof magic without I realize?"

"You make me blush mister. Anyway, that is the reason I am looking for him."

"Gahahahaha... You really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Fine brat, I would lead you to his workshop."

"Thank you in advance then."

He nods at me before he gestures me to follow him. I put  3 small gold coins on the bar, as payment for everybody here before following the dwarf. I put my robe hood, to cover my face as we walk out the tavern. Then after walking for a while, I realize he leads me to the north district. After walking for almost an hour, it slow because his legs are short, we finally reach our destination. It stores on the second zone called as Hun's Anvil. Is it a smithy? We got inside the store at once, then the shopkeeper comes and greets us.

"Wel—"

She looks surprised as she saw us. Did I do something here before? While I am being puzzled the girl nods her head.

"Brat, here is his shop."

"Welcome to Hun's Anvil, how may I help you, sir?"

After the dwarf beside me said those, the young shopkeeper follows up and greet us. Eh, she greets me without any fear or what so ever other emotions.

"Ah, yes I want to meet mister Khan."

"You want to meet master?"

She asks me puzzled, as I said those.

"Anyway, brat. I already did my promises. See you later."

The dwarf that guide me then left us, which still confused at each other. The girl somehow got even more puzzled. This is weird... I scratch my head while turning my gaze back to her.

"Yes, I want to discuss something with your master."

"Aahh... Then come this way."

She then guides me inside to the back of the shop. We end up in a room, that seems to be a reception room. It a 25-meters square room, with a square tea table, sofas and a couple of cupboards and bookshelf.

"Please wait a moment, I will call master. He dislikes it if someone he wasn't close to coming inside his workshop."

"I understand."

She then goes to the other door after gesturing me to sit down, and leave me alone. Not even a minute past, two figure comes to the room. It Khan and the shopkeeper. He still got the same look as before, with his stout body and brown wavy hair that braided. He looks like that Viking from Ast*rix movie from earth. The one that short, with his mustache and short body. He is stocky tho. He frowns when he looking at me before he glances at his shopkeeper.

"He really comes with him."

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent sure."

I got confused with their conversation, as I am observing them. Khan then looks back at me as he sits down in front of me.

"Anyway, why are you here young master Dageraad? Wasn't it been half a year since we see each other?"

"Ah. Yes, it has been around half a year. I need your help mister Khan."

"My help? If it is for your childish prank, my answer is no."

"Of course not mister Khan. I need your help with materials for making a magic tool."

"Are you this stupid young master Dageraad? You want to purchase materials from someone that runs a workshop that makes magic tool?!

He said those coldly. Right, he is a magic item craftsman. He hardly makes an invention but most of his work based on his teacher. Which is pretty famous as a magic tool inventor.

"Ah... Let me rephrase it, I want you to introduce me to a shop that sells material. Also, I need your knowledge of materials."

"You could easily get those if you put commission in merchant or adventurer guild."

"The things is... I don't even know what materials I needed. Then as I was walking around the shop aimlessly, I remember you mister Khan. That why I come here to seek your knowledge."

"How could I even help you, if you don't know what kind of materials do you needed."

"By giving me advice which materials are the best, based on the traits I needed.."

"I see, you know what you wanted, but you don't know which is the best. Why bother searching for me? You could just go to any information guild, magic tool association or just look it up on the library."

"Secrecy. Because I am sure that mister Khan is someone that gets a tight lip."

"Secrecy? Are you developing something dangerous?"

"No, it something useful. While I am not registered in the magic tool association nor do I got any help from the school. It personal research that I am doing in secret. Also your experience, I am sure you could give me the best advice."

It a lie tho. I haven't do anything at all, he seems took interest in it tho. As he put his short stocky hand on his mustache. Even though he is still suspicious of me. While the shopkeeper got even more puzzled. Why is she puzzled, really?

"What kind of magic tool do you plan to make?"

"It won't be a secret anymore if I told you. But I am sure you could find a clue based on the material I needed."

"Then tell me what is it? If it wasn't as intriguing as you made it off, I won't help you."

"Alright. I need a material that got at least 80 percent of mana conductivity. It also needs to be hard and flexible."

He looks at me speechlessly... The material traits must be ridiculous for him.

"You are insane, aren't you? And here you said it wasn't a weapon. All I could think of when you said that is you wanted to make a grade A weapon!"

"No, no... It wasn't a weapon, although it could be misused to invent a weapon."

I am not lying here, it wasn't a weapon! I want to make an energy source, not the weapon. Yvain would be the one that makes a weapon out of it, not me. He frowns as he brushing his mustache.

"Not a weapon but could be used to invent a new weapon. Isn't it more dangerous than making a new weapon? As expected you're crazy!"

"Well, it could be used for other things which would be helpful for many people."

"For example?"

"A new lightning source, so we could change those lamp in the street with this magic tool and another magic tool which I plan to develop afterward."

When I said that he flinched.

"You... Do you want to make a new energy source? Or maybe you want to make mana storage?!"

He catches it fast, with only those words he found out what I was planning to create. 

"You can think it as you want."

"You aren't denying it... Mana storage is impossible to create. Only mana stone could store mana, you could use mana from the stone, but you couldn't store mana inside a mana stone. That why mana stone is a finite resource that comes from monsters!"

He explains it to me, as he thought I didn't know about it. It a basic knowledge tho, since many nobles family got magic tools. Of course, as someone from a marquis family, I have seen plenty of it.

"If you think you can engrave magic to store mana on the stone, you can't get more wrong about it. From the start, if you could store mana inside it, there is no need for engraving it."

He continues as I keep my silence. That is true if a mana stone can be used to store mana, anyone could do an advance magic. You could just store mana day to day until the mana is enough to cast an advance magic. You need a mana stone with a diameter around 3 adult finger tho. Also, the market price would be thrown off for sure. Yep, this project got more annoying as I think about it.

"Let's not go too far by yourself, Mister Khan. All I need is advice on the material that I was stating before."

"I refuse to help you! The door is over there."

Tsk... Seems like I come for nothing. In the end, he won't tell me. I got a rough idea about it tho, it either mithril, blue iron, black mithril, carbalite, dragonite, star iron, orichalcum, or adamantium... Although only the first two got circulation in the market, while black mithril and carbalite appeared from time to time but it rare goods. Obviously, you could find a dragonite ore in a dragon lair. While the others, it harder to find them than seeing a dragon! That why I need an expert opinion. My option is either the 4 material then. Well, if I got those others material, I would rather make a weapon out of it!

"Sigh... Then could you—"

Before I could finish my words, the old man stands up right away... Hmmm, he looking past of me.

"Ma-master.."

Master?! When I look back, I could see the old dwarf from before. He is the master of Khan?

People called me as a trash noble, or shitty bastard. That is who am I in the public eyes as my oldself doing many shitty things. As for me? I am a transmigrator, I am dead because of that asshole noble. The God that I met said, yeah you died because somehow your soul got linked. So his injury got transferred to you.

He then offer me to reincarnated from zero or transmigrated to that shitty noble body with couple of bonus. Which I found out pretty shady, but the God assure me that me from the other world never cross my bottom line. 

So hear I am, living as the shitty nobleman in the other world with being able to live a laid back life as my target!

Hai my lovely reader. 
Mohon bersabar ya, Bunda Sonianya sedang revisi abis-abisan. maksudnya diedit karena terlalu banyak typo. Maklum total episode sampai 125 jadi agak banyak banget editnya. 

kenapa harus diedit? 
supaya para reader makin enak dan nyaman bacanya. 

Sambil menunggu Bunda Sonia beraksi, silahkan yang belom baca ikuti keseruan si Bangla dalam "Terjerat Hasrat Mertua" 
awas jangan bapper dan horny  mendadak ya. 

ciyus Jang lupa bagi juga Power Stone-nya buat si Bangla

KHUSUS DEWASA (21+)
Terpaksa jadi Gigolo di usia muda karena ayah yang tak bisa dijadikan panutan

Though Shriya looked confident,  on careful observation one could say that she was a bit stressed about something and she was being careful while walking. Earlier in the skit she was not so much stressed, this didnot escape Kunal's eye. He looked at Abhi and the latter whispered "She slipped in rest room, and her sprained ankle was hurt once again."

Kunal's eyes widened in shock he then asked worriedly "How will she perform in the next round then". Abhi sighed deeply with helplessness and said "I already asked her to withdraw from the competition but she doesn't listen to me anymore and she insisted on it. "

"Someone was playing tricks on Shriya, I don't think that her being hurt just now was not an accident."

Kunal looked at his friend with a questioning look to which Abhi answered his unspoken question. "Someone messed with Shriya's dress and that was the reason why she wore that coat over her dress.  And now she slipped her feet and fell in the restroom and she told that she slipped because she accidentally stepped on liquid soap in the restroom."

Kunal nodded his head saying "Hmm" and he turned his attention back to the performances. Kunal felt like to cry with all the performances of those girls. He just waited to watch Shriya's performance and didn'tbither about other's performance . 

Aksha Khan entered the stage with a tight ankle cut blue jeans  and  a white loose top over it. She performed hip hop for an English song and the dance was extraordinary and spectacular. 

Next entered Shriya Sheren in a gold coloured  Gangra dress with a banjo in her hands. A track of 'diwani' from Bajirao Mastani played in the background. 

She performed the full song and her movements were so fluid and it was really an amazing and spectacular performance. 

All the members were spell bound to her performance and they couldn't help but clap their hands to their hearts content to encourage her. 

Abhi was spell bound to see his women and he couldn't help but stare at her with full concentration. He have seen her bold side, innocent side and other sides earlier. But this side of her was entirely new to him. 

Kunal whispered "I think you should seriously consider her in entertainment industry. If you want I will produce the movie with her."
Abhi looked at his friend and saw the latter staring at Shriya with his eyes filled with admiration and pleasant surprise. 

After a few more performances, the second round ended and then it was already time for the lunch. All the participants changed into their normal dresses and went for lunch.

 Abhi, Kunal and  Uday had lunch at a table with Preeti. The next table was occupied by Shriya and her friends as usual with Naveen. Though Abhi had the urge to sit with his women he resisted it because he doesnot want to increase her problems. Even Preeti was silent and enjoyed her lunch with her favourite stars. 

Abhi helped Preeti in eating while a bodyguard served them dishes from the lunch box.  Kunal just ate his food without talking much . He was on his phone the entire time and  didn't bother others much. 

In between a group of people came around and asked for votes and opinions from all the students. They asked some questions and recorded the student's opinions in the video. 

They came to Shriya's table and Preeti couldn't help but run to their table. But she went straight to Manvi so it didnot cause much of a commotion and suspicion.  

They went straight to Manvi and asked him  "Hello Naveen" to which he nodded and the MC asked him "Why do you always follow Shriya Sheren ? Afterall you are a student as well here. Don't you feel bad about it ?"

Naveen smiled a little and said "I  always follow madam because she is my employer and I am her bodyguard. She never treats me like a employee though instead she treats me with respect and as a friend,  Instead she was the one who made me join in this college. I feel very fortunate to work for her."

The MC smiled and he turned his head and he looked at Preeti who was sitting in between Shriya and Manvi. They were busy feeding Preeti ignoring what was happening there. The MC then placed the microphone to Preeti and greeted her "Hey little champ" to which she replied "Hello" with a beautiful and an adorable smile. 

"What do you think of Shriya Sheren  ?"

Preeti caught the microphone and said with a smile "I like Didi very much, she performed so well earlier and she is too good".

Manvi and Shriya lovingly patted Preeti on her head and the MC smiled at her and said "then wish your didi Good luck" to which she nodded her head and wished her "All the best didi, you are the best." saying this she kissed her sister which she reciprocated at the same moment.

The MC was unaware of their relationship and found that cute and loving. Then the MC and his team left and Preeti ran back to Abhi and he patted her head with love. 

During Lunch, there were only two rounds and one was opinion poll, they exhibited all the videos they collected and the opinions they recorded on the screen about the five finalists. 

The five that entered the final round are Shriya Sheren, Aksha Khan, Chandrika Chaturvedi, Mahi Yadav and Sumanajali. 

In the votes First stood Mahi Yadav with 2300 votes, Shriya in second position with 2240 votes, Chandrika with 1918 votes, Aksha with 1200 votes and Sumanjali with 1000 votes. 

During the lunch hours, a doctor came and put a cast on Shriya's injured leg. There were no performances after that so she put the cast. She just has to walk on the run way for the last round. 

She just has to avoid high heels and it would be fine atleast for the next two hours. For the third round she preferred an orange fancy saree with a golden border with pearls embedded on them and she has a golden blouse with a beautiful small golden necklace with a parrot design all over it. 

They presented all the videos and all the participants stood there while their avs are displayed on the projector. 
And it was at last, the final round of the competition and everyone were eager to know the questions in the last round. It was the questionnaire round and everyone was eager to know how all the participants answer those  questions. 

All the participants are eager and are extremely nervous for the next round, not only the participants and the students but also the staff and the audience and even the jury members are also excited about it.

Abhishek is a famous actor in India and is known for his sincerity at work place.  He is a  cold, mysterious and oof person. His first love is Shriya Sheren, who is an orphan. He follows her for almost three years , without her knolwedge.  

But he comes in front of her one day, seeing him she asks him "Aren't you the famous Actor Abhishek Malhotra, Are you the one who wants to spend the night with me."

Next morning Abhishek offered her coffee with a smile on his face and said " Last night you promised me  that you will let me take care of you." 

 Will she accept his proposal to stay with him. What happens if she decides to stay with him and what are her reasons to become a mistress all of a sudden..

How Abhi is going to be make her his women and what happens when he decided to stay with her for a long time. 

Will she be able to manage his high profile status and become worthy to be his girlfriend. 

How does her life change after she met that dream man  of all the girls in the entire country. 

Thought: "What you have left with is more important than what you have lost".

Chapter 40. The World After Death, Part II

Translator: Khan
Editor: RED
 
  
 
4. 
Taang! With a clean shot, a middle-aged man grabbed his chest and backed away. The man's back steps were immediately blocked by a gray wall, and the man fell back against the wall and began to slip to the floor.

Flop! Blood began to gurgle out of the chest of the man that had fallen on the floor. No matter how much he tried to force himself to stop it with his own hands, he could not stop the blood that had burst out.

The man realized then, "… Now I see how it feels to see red HP decrease in a game."

At the words of the middle-aged man, the man who had aimed his gun at him, put the gun down on the floor.

The murderer and the victim.
It had now become such a relationship, but there has been no vicious atmosphere between the two. 

On the contrary, the man who was shot had a bitter smile on his face, and the gunman was shivering. It was not a tremor of anger. It was a tremor caused by an overwhelming feeling, such as regret and confusion. The trembling young man seemed to be out of his mind. 

So, it was the man who was shot that said first. "You shouldn't have done it, if you shoot and regret it." 

"But, but…"

"I'm not hit on my heart, so I can talk to you a while, so why did you kill me, who was forty years old and could not even get married?"

"I, I heard. We… we ruined the world like this."
"I've heard that because of the Mac Guild, the world has become like this and monsters have come to dominate the world, and that if it had not been for the Six Snakes, mankind would have been destroyed?"

The man who was spitting out the words, Jang Sung-hoon, breathed a long sigh at the words.

A long sighing cough was accompanied by red blood. Jang's vision also turned blurry, as if the lights were out before the movie started in the movie theater.

"… Boss has been dead for over fifteen years. Jun-hyuk, you've never seen him before?"

"The first hunter..."

"He was the first and strongest hunter, and he was the one who created the Hunter system and the guild system, and he was the first person who had killed a dragon."

"But he… the Mayan Calendar—"

"He destroyed the Mayan Calendar, and he lost the chance to turn all this around, to stop the monsters from appearing?"

"Surely, surely I heard that."

Jang smiled lightly at the young man's objection. "It's a lie, but… I'm telling you clearly. If the Mayan Calendar was destroyed or not, if the boss was alive… At this moment we could have been hunters hunting monsters, not saving lives from monsters."

The young man shook his head in disbelief. "That's, that's ridiculous! Then, why did he die?"

"Look… He fought against the Emperor of the Orcs."

"The Emperor of the Orcs was definitely killed by a nuclear weapon-"

"We fired nuclear weapons, but the Emperor of the Orcs survived. It became a radioactive monster in the world, trying to cover the world with radiation. It was a funny nightmare. Who knew that mankind was going to pay for radiation that way." Jang, who was spitting out his words, coughed again. Blood was pouring out, but it was not severe. He secretly guessed his body condition.

"… I could talk more, but anyway, someone had to kill it, and the boss went out."

"So he died of radiation?"

"No, the boss was already dying at that time." Jang, who was spitting out his words, sighed again. "It was a price because he had eaten so much, a very strong force, and the boss was willing to fight because he was dying."

"Yes?"

"So someone would see the world after his death, and he thought it would be an opportunity."

"What? What..."

"Haha! Khuck!" Jang, who was spitting his words, threw up more blood. The amount of blood that he was spitting out was enormous, as if the composure that came after the cough was the calm before the storm. 

"Now the real death is before me." So, he was able to feel that his death was coming. 

"I think this is the right time." The time has come to spit out the last words. "The Manpasikjeok can only calm down the Curse of the Dragon, but the boss will continue to decline. So to survive, he has to eat the immortal Wolf Chernobog in Russia. The only answer is to get the power of immortality. Bogatri's Great Sword will make it possible."

"What, what?"

Jang smiled at the surprised man, and said, "This is my message to send to myself."

5.
- I finish my report. Oh, shit. What a funny! I did not get married even when I was forty years old. I was the same as a eunuch. Wait, wait! Take the words out! Delete the words! Damn it, how do I delete this?-

In front of the voice of the Okjo, which was constantly talking, Kim Tae-hoon started to drip coffee down once again into an empty coffee cup. The room, which was already full with coffee odors, began to fill with the heavy aroma of coffee once again.

He did not have to drink coffee, just with the coffee fragrance alone.
However, he had coffee again, as if that was not enough after he had already had a lot of coffee. In that state, he closed his eyes.

'If I say this is the afterlife, it is the afterlife.'

He drew a picture of the world after his death in his mind. 

'The monsters are still everywhere.'

After Kim died, it was the Six Snakes that brought order after such monsters, and the world was still overflowing with monsters. The world was dominated by the Six Snakes, and the Mac Guild was the only resistance to those Six Snakes, and I became… the worst villain on the Earth, who had led the world to its end.

In the situation where they set the new order, the Six Snakes began to erase the history of the Mac Guild, and to paint over the colors where they had been erased.

'After all, Jang Sung-hoon, who led the Mac Guild to the end, was shot by a subordinate who had fallen to the temptation of the Six Snakes.'

The peak was Jang's death. His closest aide was tempted the Six Snakes, and a single shot became his end. Just before his death, he left a clue about how Kim Tae-hoon could survive.

'Chernobog and Bogatri's Great Sword, I think we need to investigate.'

When Kim finished thinking, he opened his eyes. There was no nervousness or shaking in his eyes.

'Not bad.'

If he said that there was no agitation, it would be a lie. But the situation was not complicated enough to shake him long. The situation was rather simple.

'Nothing is complicated.'

There was no need to doubt someone new, and what to do right now was also clear. Furthermore, the distinction of the enemy was clear, and the clues were overflowing.

'There was no loss at all.'

Most of all, the most faithful thing was that Jang Sung-hoon followed Kim Tae-hoon until the very end.

'I think I've earned more than ever.'

'The fact that there is a man who will work hard for me in the world after my death, means that I have already acquired thousands of troops and horses. Why should there be anguish and distress in such a situation?'

'Thanks to this, I don't need to change my plans now.'

Kim smiled lightly and rose up from his seat after the last coffee.

When Kim moved on, left his room, and entered the new room, all the people in the room got up and started saluting.

Kim asked them, "What's the answer to the declaration of war?"

"None yet." 

"Did the other party confirm the declaration of war?"

"I don't know."

"Then send it again."

"Yes."

A declaration of war. It was a letter of war, literally, and the contents of it were equally simple.

"And on October 31, as scheduled, we attack Tokyo." On October 31, 2017, Korea would launch a national offensive against Tokyo, Japan. It was a basic courtesy that the nations had to fight a war. It was also the last courtesy to be used.

"Everyone in Tokyo is an enemy unless Japan surrenders unconditionally."

'There is no more courtesy after this. There is only inhumane and more irrational violence than anywhere else.'

But there was no new resolution to that.

"We will keep in mind."

It was Japan that had pointed the gun at Korea and pulled the trigger first. If their opponent ignored the declaration of war in a situation with justification and courtesy, then they believed they didn't need to respond. All they needed would be anger.

"Then deliver it to everyone." At the words, the people in the room moved briskly.

Someone rushed into the room. "Master, this is their reply."

Kim read the letter in a loud voice that his subordinate had handed him immediately.

"They want a summit match."

"Yes?" The men reacted in surprise.

Kim explained at the surprise response. "It's not a notice of a war between nations, but a duel notice that says Musashi and I will bring an end to this with our bare hands."

"Fighting unarmed?"

"No way!"

There was a violent reaction. It was a natural response to this funny situation, where they had sent a declaration of war and been answered with a duel, they even suggested unarmed combat? It would be better to put a head full of blood in the hungry tiger's mouth.

However, instead of answering the reaction of his men, Kim took out the letter he had already written in his pocket and handed it to his subordinate. Then he said to his man, who looked puzzled.

"It's a reply, send it."

6.
There was a letter in the hand of Matsumoto Kanyo. It was a declaration of war from Korea: Korea would attack Tokyo on October 31, and that the only way to avoid war was the unconditional surrender of Japan.

It was plain in many ways, and the use of the words and sentences in Japanese was also flawless. Even a young child could understand the contents of this declaration of war.

'It's the worst.' It was the worst, since Matsumoto Kanyo could easily predict what Musashi would answer when he saw the contents of this letter.

"Captain Matsumoto, the Lord calls for you."

And now it was time to check on his predictions. Matsumoto gave a long sigh as he realized, 'It was not the heavens that saved the lord. He, the monster of Joseon, deliberately saved the lord.'

He really recognized what the worst thing was. 

"It's a war."

Musashi was fine. There was no sign that he nearly died a few days ago. The secret was the bottles with the long snouts beside him. They were filled with Waters of Therapy to the brim.

The first secret was to drink the healing water made by the power of the relics, and the second secret was to fill up the powerful recovery items obtained by killing the monsters. The last secret was the anger he had now.

"I saw the letter. Kim Tae-hoon declared war on us. There will be no surrender."

Musashi, who had everything away by Kim Tae-hoon, could no longer afford to see anything else. Now there was only a life to kill Kim Tae-hoon. That was why Musashi was more energetic than ever. 

'As the racehorse runs toward the finish line, it is the fastest and most energetic.' 

Of course, Matsumoto Kanyo had no power to stop such a Musashi. And there was no reason to stop it. "Lord, suggest a duel, not a war." He just turned the direction.

"Duel?"

"This is war, but the times have changed. We don't have to use bullets. I think it's right to end with a summit match."

"Do you want me to fight him alone?"

"Yes."

"Why should I?" Musashi's expression was cold.

"Because I have no doubt of your victory." Matsumoto Kanyo answered him calmly, and the answer relaxed the hard expression of Musashi.

"Yes, it is you who understands my heart and will, and you are right."

"However, what's bothering me is that the Kusanagi is in his hands..."

"It doesn't matter, because the Kusanagi is like a double-edged sword. The moment he lifts the Kusanagi, it will be the moment he dies, and he won't use the Kusanagi against me, either."

"But just in case, you have to ask for a duel of empty hands."

"Is it because I lost the Kusanagi?"

"It's a fight that will decide the fate of a country, and it's not good to have something to argue about."

"What if he avoids the duel?"

"No one is afraid of a dog with its tail down. By the way, no matter how much they prepare for it, it is not enough against Tokyo. In Tokyo is our entire power. He may have provoked this with that in mind, and he is thinking of a duel, not a war."

"Kim Tae-hoon, does he have the confidence to win against me?"

"It seems that he has the capacity and ability."

"Of course, you're right," Musashi nodded and gave him a quick glance. Matsumoto Kanyo nodded in his eyes.

"Then I'll prepare a duel notice."

"Show me when you're done. I'll sign it myself."

"Yes."

Matsumoto Khan, who came out like that, immediately painted a picture in his mind.

'If he accepts the duel, we will use the lord as bait and put in all our power and take Kim Tae-hoon down.'

Matsumoto Kanyo had no intention of having a legitimate duel.

'If it makes the lord angry, that's all.'

Rather, he was trying to kill Kim Tae-hoon by putting all the power into the fight using the opportunity of the duel. He didn't mind if it became a disgrace and shame in the history books.

'History is written by the winner, anyway. When Kim Tae-hoon dies, Korea loses all the cards it has.'

As Matsumoto Kanyo thought, history would be written around the victorious. 'If we win, the shame of the day will remain a very clever and great tactic, an operation and deception, not a disgrace.'

So, at this moment, Matsumoto Kanyo had to worry about only one thing: to assess Kim Tae-hoon, who would be caught in the trap.

'It is important to measure his strength. We have to think that Kim is as strong as the Eight-tailed Fox.'

At this moment, Matsumoto Kanyo began to worry about Kim Tae-hoon being at the same grade as the Eight-tailed Fox. 

A reply came in while Matsumoto Kanyo was worried about it.

[Acceptance of the Duel; the place is the Asagiri Jamboree Golf Club, east of Mt. Fuji]

The world has changed and so have the people.

December 31st, 2016 – the day before New Year's. Kim Taehoon was just casually shopping for groceries at the large store. Monsters suddenly appeared out of thin air. With the highly trained skills that he had gained from his previous occupation, he starts to hunt the monsters down and manages to win, saving countless people who were also at the mall.

But there are more and they don't stop coming.
Will he be able to survive until the end? 
Will he be able to beat the countless monsters that only seem to get stronger?
And will it just be monsters that he has to worry about? 

The journey of Kim Taehoon, The First Hunter, begins.
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Editor's views  - from Ekdud

The First Hunter is a short Korean, action-fantasy novel situated in a post-apocalyptic world. Monsters start appearing out of nowhere and people are unlocking strange powers. Those who unlock such powers are called ‘Hunters’, ones with the strength to kill the monsters. To fight and survive, that is their goal. Society crumbles and the world burns.

A very fun novel that dives into the plot almost instantly. The novel is interesting in a way that it depicts a lot of human nature and what people would do in a situation such as this is quite an accurate manner. The character development is also very good as you get to learn about the characters, their backgrounds, and their stories. All in all, this is another novel I’d recommend to a lot of readers who are interested in reading fantasy and gaming novels.

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**A licensed novel from Munpia**

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