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Midsummer Night’s Evil Spirit (5)

Another evil spirit stormed in, a black mace in hand.

Han-bin naturally tried to fight back with his greatsword.

After doing a few flips, he slapped his forearm at it.

“Haaaaa!”

That time, his right arm passed through the evil spirits without any resistance.

‘Isn’t it possible to beat it with my forearm?’

Well, his line of thinking didn’t make sense in the first place.

They ignored all of his punches and kicks. It was illogical to think they could be beaten using his forearms.

The evil spirit’s mace then flew towards Han-bin’s shoulder.

Just as it hit, he hardened his body again.

‘Could it be?’

At that moment, an idea came up in his mind.

Ryu Han-bin crouched down.

And pushed up as the mace hit his shoulder!

“Haaaaa!”

He twisted his body and slapped the mace with his shoulder!

Baang!

The mace was broken, and the evil spirit was blown back.

Han-bin’s eyes filled with hope.

‘It works!’

Ryu Han-bin suddenly threw away his black greatsword.

Artis and Emil, who were watching, became filled with concern.

“Felard?”

“Why did you…?”

Han-bin didn’t care.

From then on, he didn’t need weapons to fight back.

He didn’t even need any defense!

Instead, he spread his arms wide and rushed through the hordes of evil spirits, showing all of the vital spots of his entire body!

“Come at me!”

He posed as if he was asking to be beaten.

The spirits began beating him up even more eagerly.

“Keeeek!”

“Keeeergh!”

A black blade was directed at Han-bin’s head.

The moment the blade touched, Han-bin banged his head against it!

“Haaaaa!”

The weapon was smashed completely.

The shadows scattered, and the evil spirit trembled.

Han-bin laughed.

‘So, it’s true.’

Regardless of how much they remained intangible, they weren’t perfectly unilateral.

At the very moment of impact, they had no choice but to materialize to apply damage against their opponent.

His theory had been proven when he broke the blade using his head.

“It means I can break their weapons using my body!”

Ryu Han-bin opened his chest and walked confidently.

A thick mace was swung, aimed at his temple.

“Haaaa!”

Simultaneously, as he was being beaten, he smashed the weapon with the same body part it aimed for!

Bang!

The mace crumpled to pieces, and the evil spirit trembled.

They were finally feeling fear.

The evil spirits continued to attack.

Han-bin also continued to ‘retaliate.’

When an evil spirit tried to punch him in the face, he smacked its fist away with his nose.

Paaaak!

When a kick came in to hit his side, he broke the opponent’s calf with his ribs.

Baang!

When a heavy mace was swung towards his groin…

‘No, this is scary.’

As long as he was still a man, he didn’t dare fight using his treasure.

He quietly avoided it.

Using his body as a weapon, he moved forward nonstop, forcing the spirits to back away.

Pang! Baang! Poong!

Ryu Han-bin jumped right into the middle of the mob and twisted his body.

He broke a spear blade with his ‘stomach’ and smashed a sword with his ‘shoulder.’

An attack on his backside was bounced away with his muscles, and his buttocks shook slightly to break a whip!

The screams of evil spirits erupted continuously.

“Keeeek!”

“Keek!”

The figures of the evil black spirits began to fade.

Priest Emil and Artis had their jaws dropped as they watched him fight unorthodoxly.

“What is he doing?”

“Who knows? I’m not sure…”

To them, he looked like he was jumping through the evil spirits and flexing the muscles of his body, yet for some reason, it caused the evil spirits to dissipate as explosive sounds echoed.

No one had any idea what the hell he was doing.

At least Effir could understand to some extent.

… But just because she understood it didn’t mean she was convinced.

‘Wow, is that really possible?’

“What kind of magic is that?”

Priest Emil’s stupid question made her perplexed.

How would she even describe it?

“Should I say that… highly developed muscle strength is indistinguishable from magic?”

“… Pardon?”

* * *

The group of evil spirits had been wiped out.

Ryu Han-bin sighed in relief.

‘Thank God.’

The technique he used had apparent weaknesses.

If they had attacked the inside of Han-bin’s body, it would never have worked.

‘No matter how strong I am, I could never bounce a blade with my appendix.’

Fortunately, they didn’t seem to be able to do that either.

Ryu Hanbin asked, his expression blunt and calm.

“What now?”

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The evil black spirits had been defeated.

He had no idea what he had to do next.

Before his question could even be answered, the mansion responded first.

Woong! Woong! Woong!

They hear a familiar roar.

The Dungeon was closing.

Then, after a while, Han-bin’s party found themselves standing in the garden outside the mansion.

The distortion of space had disappeared.

All they could see was an ordinary abandoned mansion and a desolate garden.

Priest Emil sighed deeply in relief.

“It’s finally over.”

The eastern side of the sky began to turn red.

Dawn slowly rose.

* * *

The next day, Han-bin and his party returned to the Dungeon city of Highten.

As for the strange phenomenon at the Gyuzac village, the Althea Church immediately sent people to the forefront.

It wasn’t at the level that the Highten Diocese alone could handle, so priests with higher ranks were dispatched.

“If the Aliens are involved, it could turn into a huge deal.”

Priest Emil thanked them once more, explaining the situation.

“Your cooperation is greatly appreciated. The Church will never forget this.”

It wasn’t empty words.

Indeed, the contributions of Ryu Han-bin and Artis had increased significantly.

Their ranks also became Blue-Rank, from the Red-Rank, which was the lowest.

“Then I’ll be going now. Thank you.”

After seeing Priest Emil off, Han-bin, Artis, and Effir gathered in the living room.

Ryu Han-bin laughed.

“Blue Rank, huh. With this, we are more likely to be chosen as the receiver of the Goddess’s blessing. Of course, there’s still a long way to go.”

No matter how much they contributed to the Church in the countryside, they wouldn’t get many scores.

They had to advance to the center of the continent and destroyed more powerful Dungeons to achieve more.

In doing so, their contribution was bound to rise quicker.

“So, both of you need to level up quickly. Do me a favor.”

“Are we leveling up? Han-bin, you’re the one which increases our levels. Don’t be lazy and work harder.”

“You’ve been strangely shameless, Artis.”

Clicking his tongue, Han-bin Ryu stood up.

“Speaking of which, let’s go to the Dungeon. We don’t have anything to do today anyway, do we?”

The eyes of anticipation glistened, and Effir grabbed her twin blades.

“Yes, Mr. Hanbin!”

* * *

At an abandoned fortress located at the Herald province, part of the northern territory of the Xrad Kingdom, a middle-aged man practiced his swordsmanship on the broken terrace.

“Haa! Haa! Taats!”

Exquisite movements were repeated endlessly with incredible precision.

The level of execution alone was excellent.

It looked more like a machine repeating the same set of actions due to the accuracy and quality involved.

However, the middle-aged man, Richard, wasn’t focused at all.

‘Somehow, we made it in time, but…’

Due to Alejandro’s death, the experiment in the Gyuzac village was abandoned entirely.

The traces of Great Earth’s involvement were quickly erased, and all the personnel was moved to the Herald province.

Thanks to that, the ongoing research rapidly progressed and gradually entered the final stage.

‘The problem is we haven’t completely processed the Gyuzac experiment.’

If they had time, they would have even taken care of the specimens.

However, Richard, Alejandro, and Leslie were the only ones capable of destroying the ongoing experiment among the dispatched teams.

If they spent more time in there, the Herald’s research would have been delayed.

‘If Shin Ha-joon were alive, we could have left it to him. Losing him was a shame.’

Even though Shin Ha-joon didn’t have any sense of combat, his level was high enough to deal with it.

But there was no use feeling sorry for the dead.

‘Rather than that, the Althea Church is a problem. D’Andre surely erased the traces, so there’s no way it’s going to chase us all the way here, is there?’

As he trained alone, Richard kept mulling over his thoughts.

At first glance, it was an incredible sight.

His mind was full of thoughts rather than concentration.

Nevertheless, his body still followed his swordsmanship faithfully, breathing and spirit included.

He looked like a machine following the same set of commands over and over again.

“Haaa! Haaaa! Taaaats!”

It was thanks to the macro system of the Guidelines.

If an Earthling set a particular motion, they would be able to repeat it by letting the Guidelines move their body.

The Latna Continent’s prevalent belief that their level didn’t drop even though they only lazed around wasn’t true.

No matter how strong someone was, if they didn’t consistently train, their skills would deteriorate.

But the Guidelines solved that.

No matter how weak-willed, if the macro system were used, training would take place automatically.

Had that misunderstanding arisen because even the aliens, who were lazy and never practiced for long periods, maintained their skills?

Of course, Richard wasn’t lazy, but it was much more efficient to use the macro system.

As he was running the macro system, a young woman walked out onto the terrace.

After turning off the macro, Richard turned his head.

“What is it, Leslie?”

Leslie raised her right hand.

She was holding a smooth black crystal.

“The Devil’s Blessing has entered the third stage.”

Black smoke trapped in the crystal hit the stretching fluctuations.

Checking with the Guidelines, Richard smiled with satisfaction.

“Excellent.”

Before entering the third stage, this black smoke was reflected in this way.

[Race: Unknown. Lv. Unknown]

But now it was different.

[Incomplete Omphalos’ Blessing (Unique Item)

No conditions of use. Infinite number of uses.]

“Now, if we have a newbie to use as a sacrifice, it’ll be complete.”

Initially an online game term referring to a clumsy beginner, a newbie on the Latna Continent was someone who had just fallen into the world.

The meaning was still essentially similar.

There was a reason why they used them.

An alien whose level was too high could not be used as a sacrifice.

It was also the reason why they came all the way to the countryside.

Most of the Earthlings who fell into the Latna continent appeared on the continental border.

Leslie assured Richard.

“We have planted people in each nearby city where a Hunter Guild is located. When a newbie appears, we will be able to spot them immediately.”

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