I Became the Wrong Race

13 – Blood Bag (2)

[Play Time: 8,817 hours]

When there is an object to pursue, humans tend to easily become impatient.

You become anxious, miscalculate, and are unable to make accurate judgments.

So, they are easily caught up by their pursuers and end up doing things wrong. That’s usually the case.

This is especially true if the target being chased is not a human being but is closer to a disaster or a disaster wearing the shell of a human being.

In fact, even if it is a disaster with will, it is quite terrible, but if it also has malicious intent, it is even worse.

However, just lying down with my feet stretched out was not my style.

What should I do, what can I do? To sum up, it was pretty simple.

All you have to do is attack the nature of disaster.

That was the reason why I was now inside the prison of the force that occupied the dungeon.

Is this your third imprisonment?

If you don’t count it as imprisonment, being caught by cannibals would have been the second time, and if you count it as imprisonment, it would have been the third time.

And by the third time, I felt like I was getting the hang of it.

As I leaned against the wall, looking through the iron bars of the prison, Isla tapped me with her tail from a spot not far away.

“Is this right?”

“That’s right.”

I was sure.

The Blood Knight will definitely track me down and reach me. I just don’t know exactly how long it will take or what my capabilities will be.

So this was a kind of verification work. In the future, I will verify the abilities of the pursuer I need to defeat and further check how much I need to grow to be able to defeat him.

It was only good if I died in the process. I looked out the window while adjusting the dark red cloak wrapped around my body.

It didn’t occur to me that the Blood Knight would die here.

But I thought it would be difficult to keep my limbs intact.

“Why?”

I returned the answer to Isla, who was staring at me while holding her knees.

“What do you think of the force that occupied this dungeon?”

Isla perked up her ears and turned her head with an expressionless face. There was no guard outside her.

Security was insufficient. I may have let my guard down, but Isla and I saw it differently.

“You are full of confidence.”

They were full of confidence. I felt confident that I could protect and defend my body no matter what the situation.

Why? How can they have this confidence in this new continent filled with forces similar to themselves?

I could easily guess the answer. When I roll my eyes, what I see is a flag shaped like a star.

These were a famous mercenary group. Remnants of a civil war that I never thought I would see in the New World.

Blade of the Star.

It was a mercenary group with a famous leader.

“Why?”

Instead of answering, Isla flicked her tail. She tilted her head as she worked diligently to keep dust from settling on her big, fat tail.

It meant that I was not sure. I adjusted my sitting posture and glanced at the hallway visible through the bars.

There was soot left in the hallway.

It was an intense soot that could not be made with a red javelin. Even if fire were better, it would be harder to scorch than this.

The secret was in the name.

Blade of the Star.

They were a group of mercenaries and contractors who served the transcendent ‘Star’.

And the leader was a famous mercenary.

During the civil war, it had a reputation as a nightmare on the battlefield, and later a separate operation was prepared to kill it.

I had killed it several times throughout the game, so I knew very well what it was.

“No matter how strong the Blood Knight is, he cannot easily defeat the Star Contractor in such a small space.”

It reminded me of the flames seen from an isometric perspective in the game.

A wild flower suddenly falls from the sky in a wave of flames pouring down as if to fill the entire screen.

From the whirlpool of flames that rise from the ground and burn all around, to the sparks that fly from each enemy that swings the sword.

The Star Contractor was a nightmare on the battlefield, and was one of the few talented people who could clear the dungeon alone.

And how to respond to disaster with disaster.

Ugh!

I raised the corner of my mouth at the sudden noise I heard.

Okay, as planned.

“You look bad.”

Isla scolded me, but I didn’t care and stood up.

“Okay, let’s move. “Because it seems like I’m here.”

How to deal with disaster.

It was in the nature of disaster.

It does not discriminate between allies and those who will be caught up in it.

I focused on those attributes.

“It’s time to leave.”

[Mourning]

The iron bars were pulled out, and Isla grabbed the two hatchets that I had previously taken out from her cloak.

*

“It’s the front door! “Everyone gather!”

The sound of people’s footsteps pouring in. I lowered my posture as I heard the noise of people moving around the hallway.

There was no need to look beyond the hallway. The homunculus also had superhuman senses.

I closed my eyes, illustrating the space with the sound of footsteps moving away and the reverberations of the footsteps.

The map drawn in my mind was clear. A long hallway that runs from the front to my right to the back to my right.

The sound of running footsteps quickly moves away, perhaps leading all the way to the front door.

“I’m gone.”

Isla said, poking my shoulder with her tail. I nodded and got up.

“What are you going to do?”

As Isla and I walked down the hallway, we heard a loud thumping sound coming from afar.

It was a sound that gave me only a vague idea of what was happening.

It looks like a close battle is taking place, as you can hear the occasional burning sound, but the winner is not as immediate as expected.

It was unclear whether there were many contractors on the Star Blade side or whether the mercenaries were good at protecting the leader.

To be honest, it was none of my business.

Either way is the enemy. Although he was caught willingly, if one side wins overwhelmingly, it will be difficult.

To be honest, there was almost no way I could deal with the contractor at my level, and the blood knight was difficult because he could predict where I would go.

There may be a sophisticated pursuit method. I walked quickly, hoping that the Blood Knight and the Contractor would both be destroyed as much as possible.

“Are you going to the armory? “It’s in front of here.”

“No, we have enough weapons.”

I had a cavalry ax in my hand.

It was in the best condition among the items found while searching through the cannibals’ armory and corpses.

It was a great item that wouldn’t be easily damaged even if I swung it with my strength.

[Imperial Cavalry Ax]

[A well-made cavalry axe.

Mainly used by the imperial cavalry, the long handle and body made entirely of metal ensure excellent durability and power at the same time.

However, it would be difficult for an ordinary human to use this ax properly. This is an item for a hardened warrior.]

They say it’s difficult for an average person to wield it properly, but how am I an ordinary person?

I am a homunculus. He was an android and a monster from dark fantasy.

Although the level is still low and the performance is not at its best, at this level, the mercenary group’s novices can be easily dealt with.

I had no time to feel the guilt of murder. You have to live first before you do anything. I walked steadily, consciously trying to think like that.

“Then the inside?”

“That’s right.”

Meanwhile, Isla had a good sense of humor. Perhaps because she had to have good eyesight to become a hunter, she remembered and inferred what I had done.

That was my aim.

Intentionally drive the Blood Knights against a common enemy, aiming for their mutual annihilation, and collect rewards from the reward room just in case that doesn’t work out.

Since clearing the dungeon itself provides experience points, you could increase your level by repeating this action a few times.

It may be impossible to fight a vampire knight at level 3, but what if you repeat this?

That side would also come up with its own measures, but since the initiative was on this side, they had no choice but to go along with my plan to some extent.

To put it bluntly, what are you going to do?

Even if you had the firepower to bury the entire dungeon, you wouldn’t be able to do it hastily. Shouldn’t I check whether I’m alive or dead?

As long as you try to chase me, you will continue to encounter situations like this, and there is no way to explain them well.

The opponent is a vampire.

Notorious, arrogant, and enemy of all mankind.

Just as the Joker couldn’t hold back his anger when he saw a Nazi and pulled out a gun, saying, ‘But I’m an American villain,’ no matter how exiled and exiled bastards are, they will attack a vampire when they see one.

And that was exactly what I was aiming for. Then, if the vampire dies, it’s a mess, and even if it doesn’t die, repeat this process.

I continued walking with the sound of explosions in the distance as background music.

My game knowledge still shined through. The structure of the dungeon did not exceed my expectations, and I was able to reach the reward room by following the structure in my memory.

It felt like less than 30 minutes. Probably about 20 minutes.

“It’s really easy.”

That’s how I saw it too. It seemed like the entire force had rushed to the front gate, so there were no soldiers encountered.

If there had been one, I would have had to write a condolence letter as the contractors might have been mixed up, but it was also good for use in case of an emergency.

What’s left….

All I had to do was open the box that was placed in the distance as if asking me to open it and receive the homunculus reward.

I nodded to Isla and walked over to the box.

Likewise, it was a box locked with a device that could not be recognized unless you knew the dungeon or played the game.

Press the button, pull the lever, and roll the pulley that may be in front of the bunker.

Then the box opens. What is slowly revealed in the groundbreaking opening that opens in an upward and downward manner.

It was a ring.

[Skin]

[“The Father alone created us all. So shouldn’t we do the same?”

-???

This is an item that focuses on a certain aspect of the father as a result of research that was treated as a non-mainstream item even within the three clans that conduct all kinds of experiments.

The person in charge was later transferred to another department because his research was not recognized.]

[When worn, the gender of the wearer is fixed to the opposite of the existing gender and increases agility to 20.]

“What the f*ck… ?”

A bizarre item that leaves even me, who has seen various items, shocked and speechless the moment I see it.

I was just wondering if I should pick this up.

“Llewelyn!”

I heard someone briefly shouting my name. It was a quieter voice than an average person shouting, but it was clearly audible.

The moment I turned my head to that clear voice, I saw it.

The severed head floating in the air, the head of the head contractor, who was called the leader when he came in, shriveled and broke, turning into something like a red awl and flying away.

It was blood. It was a battering ram made of blood.

Something too powerful to be used on a single person’s body.

And it was the magic of the Blood Knight, who had been hit several times in the air fortress.

“What the f*ck-“

Kwajijijijijijik!

Before the arm is completely covered with the Precious Blood, the arm that collided with it is crushed and split.

Because mourning is not used in time, intense pain invades the brain. The numb pain makes my body stiffen and bend of its own accord.

I can’t even breathe properly.

I just rolled around on the floor from the strong shock pushing my body.

But there was no time to lie down. When I finally got up, I saw someone through the translucent window.

It looked threatening.

A knight in full armor wearing blood-red armor and holding a beheading sword.

He was the man who pushed me when I was trying to escape from prison and eventually made me choose to jump.

While I was shocked, I belatedly realized that the ring I had in my hand was shattered.

The translucent window proved that.

[‘Skin’ has been destroyed!]

[Magic reflux occurs due to the powerful magical power that destroyed the ‘skin’!]

Surgery reflux.

A phenomenon in which the magic engraved on a magic item flows backwards and resides in the destroyer.

A magical mystery that can be both a curse and a blessing.

I looked at the vampire blankly.

[Blood Knight, Lorian, has been given the ‘Skin’ spell!]

To be exact, the translucent window that floated right in front of the vampire.

I sympathized with this blood knight, even if only for a moment.