Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Chapter 201

Episode 201 In the end (3)

The corrections to the combat system I am receiving are indeed minor, but they are provided subtly to a level that cannot be dispensed with.

For example, when I swing a sword, it allows me to draw straight without stumbling, helps distribute force when striking a sword, or corrects the hitting point so that it does not miss when aiming at a target.

Something like that.

Combat becomes even more comfortable if you add the skills Survival Instinct: Presenting an avoidance route and Evasive Counterattack: Showing loopholes and weaknesses.

visor! Whiplash!

no. I will correct it. Because of that, me and Berserk barely achieve balance.

It was unclear whether Berserk was strong or whether the system was a fraud.

Cough!

In any case, a metallic sound rang out and sparks flew in the forest at night.

The oil lamp between us may shake every time the earth shakes, but it will never fall.

Boom!

I twisted my wrist and cut the lower part, pretending to cut down.

Berserk then responded by kicking the spear pole with his foot instead of forcefully pulling out the blade that was stuck in the ground.

Kang! The two weapons, which were opposed by weight rather than sharpness, clashed and made a clanging sound. I thought I had found some loopholes, but he was not an easy person.

“Sigh!”

In the meantime, Berserk caught the spear, which was about to fall to the floor due to the impact, and stabbed it.

This time it was my crisis. This is because my two-hender was also thrown upwards due to a collision.

But maybe this too is an opportunity. I twisted my body, looking at the prongs that were shining white due to the skill.

wickedness!

The hem of the coat that was fluttering around his waist was pierced by the halberd. But that was all. The halberd just barely grazed my side and tore my clothes, but did not cut my skin.

Boom.

On the other hand, my body is twisting my ankles and waist and making a full rotation.

The arm raised upwards turns the two-hander in a bangle manner by changing the wrist and grip method. It was to accelerate.

“…!”

But the most important thing is distance.

Berserk got closer to me with her halberd, and I also narrowed the distance by passing by her weapon.

Now she’s in my range too. You can cut it.

Suddenly!

I swung the sword with as much strength as I could in my hand, holding it as wide as a windmill as far back as possible.

Berserk’s golden eyes shook.

Cheonggang!

The halberd, which was barely recovered and struck again, blocked my sword. It was a similar tactic to when I blocked her halberd. Insert the sword into the gap between the two blades and completely cut off the attack.

“Hmph!”

No, maybe I’m aiming for more than that.

Berserk rolled the spear in his palm. This means that the halberd was not swung in a circular motion, but only the halberd was rotated.

This caused the seams to become tighter and the pressure applied to them increased. It was similar to the moment when you open a beer bottle with a bottle opener.

Sigh. A dangerous sound came from both the halberd’s spear blade and my two-hender. If it continues like this, it will break or bend.

Phew!

However, what Berserk chose was not to break it. It was just pulling.

“…!”

I reflexively held the hilt of the sword tightly as it was being pulled as if I was being sucked in.

Are you trying to steal my sword! It was the next moment that I realized the intention.

The conditions for defeat were not set, but losing weapons would not be the path to victory.

I have no intention of just having my weapon taken away like this. I twisted my sword reflexively. It was a faster action than the decision made by the head.

Geek!

With a horrifying sound, my sword somehow escaped through the gap. It was truly clear to see dozens of sparks flying in the pitch-black darkness.

“Sigh!”

But Berserk didn’t just sit there and watch.

She gave a quick thrust as I tried to back away. My two-hender hasn’t completely separated from her halberd yet.

Geek.

Ah, I remember an old movie I watched for an assignment. The sound of scratching on the green chalkboard that came out there was exactly like that.

After thinking about such random thoughts for a moment, I twisted the two-hender backwards and grabbed it. If Berserk had tightened the seams before, now I was tightening them.

Crackle!

But it’s okay. It’ll be okay.

I trusted the sword, which had never fallen below 90 in durability and was restored to 100 even when it dropped to the early 90s.

Cheonggang!

“…!”

Of the two, Halberd and Twohender, the stronger one is definitely mine.

Boom.

also! Ignoring the pleasure of climbing for a moment, I broke the ax blade of the halberd and moved the freed sword.

I had no doubt that mine would break the other person’s, so my weapon didn’t end up pointlessly falling to the ground.

Rather, when I adjusted the path, the power released and immediately poured into acceleration. The sword spun like a windmill.

Teuong!

Berserk swung in haste, but I was superior in terms of accumulated power and acceleration. The halberd’s spear collided with my two-hender and the spear was pushed away.

if? There is now an unbridgeable gap between me, who is accelerating, and Berserk, whose combo has been shattered.

It can never be stopped.

Whick!

She knew that too and tried something else instead of the guard.

As it bounces, the weapon will move backwards and the hilt will come forward. The ax blade will be shattered anyway and will be useless.

He just stuck out his handle and attacked me.

Even if the ax blade was broken, it was still an attack using a range of 2.5m.

However, it was an avoidable route. With that, the answer to my mystery was decided for me and her.

As before, I dodged the spear and swung my sword.

My sword swung towards her.

Tuk!

Immediately after, something heavy fell into the grass. Pow! The fact that my two-hender hit the floor was a bonus.

“….”

“….”

I quickly thought back to who the owner of the sound was and why my two-hender did not hit it directly.

The answer was in the front view.

Berserk stepped back, discarding her weapon, and I struck the spot she vacated. That was it.

“Are you going to do more?”

Did you win? Did I win?

I tried not to get excited by the sneaking thoughts. This is because I thought this might not be considered a defeat since a broken weapon does not lead to inability to fight.

Instead, I was confident that the next attack would not come right away. It was an instinctive judgment that even if it led to a fistfight, it would not happen immediately.

So, I leisurely retrieved the sword stuck on the floor.

Then, the sword that cut through the grass and was stuck in the wet mud rose up along with dust. It was so deeply embedded that I had to use some force to pull it out.

I feel a bit like King Arthur.

“…It’s my defeat.”

Then wait a moment.

When I finished drawing my sword, Berserk clenched his fist and declared. As the lantern danced, the gold in her eyes melted.

“I salute your strength.”

However, the melted gold was not as disintegrated as I thought. It was unexpected.

Since we lost not because of the difference in skill, but because of the difference in weapons, I thought there might be some residual anger or regret.

Ah, if you think about it, it’s not that unexpected, is it? In everyday life, she is very generous and refreshing. Even these variables may be accepted as part of one’s skills.

In any case, Berserk fits all of these things without any aftereffects. Also, that’s why I was so happy.

I moderately dissipated the excitement caused by the victory.

“…You did a good job too.”

Meanwhile, Berserk praised him for his hard work picking up the broken weapon. Rather than truly treating them like human beings, it seemed like they were treating the weapon they had always used with the bare minimum of courtesy.

But it wasn’t my fault that the weapon was destroyed… no. Is it my fault? I didn’t break it without knowing, but I did it on purpose, so is it correct to say it’s my fault?

It was a fight that I could have continued even if I hadn’t broken it, and I could have lost anyway… Of course, I won’t accept defeat in terms of concept.

Ting. In agony, I lightly kicked the blade with the toe of my military boot. The sword, which had rotated halfway, was placed on my shoulder.

“I’ll be going to Berserk in a bit. “Go first.”

At that time, Berserk said something.

My heart was pounding for no reason because he said that while looking at the weapon. This is because it looked like it was mourning and regretting the broken weapon.

But when I look again at the faint reflection of her face and voice, she doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to the broken weapon.

Her demeanor was too delicate and plain to suggest any regrets.

So, why did she say she would leave in a little while?

You don’t care that your weapon was shattered, but do you feel like you need to think about the cause of your defeat? If you go to the city and restore it, you might forget it, right?

But if you wait too long, the sun will break. They say it will become difficult to jump over the castle gate.

“Demon knight.”

…Well, I guess there’s no need for me to worry about that. Because we are not in a relationship where we will worry and take care of each other.

“Thank you for accepting my stubbornness today.”

I left Berserk’s thanks and left.

Maybe it was because the early morning dew was so cold, but the happy feeling I had just a moment ago was gone.

It was that kind of ending.

* * *

[Sigi’s followers still remain? That’s surprising.]

A being with purple hair that turned black towards the end, narrow eyes so thin that you couldn’t see the pupils, and a dress that was cut down to the navel let out an exclamation of its own.

Food is great. Several crows are flying around the pandemonium.

[Even though the name must have been digested in the evening.]

“It appears that the power was maintained until the name was absorbed.”

[Obviously.]

He answered nervously, placing one of the crows on his forearm.

After all, as a devil, he knew better than a human that the contract was maintained in name.

Unlike humans, whose essence does not change even if their name changes, the name and essence of demons are linked, so it is natural.

[Whether the name is consumed and completely absorbed or scattered and disintegrated in the air, the contract must have been fulfilled until it disappeared in some way. Because that is a ‘contract.’]

You can cheat, but you cannot break it. That’s the contract.

The absolute and most unfair law, but also the fairest and most extreme law.

Neither the gods of this world nor invaders from other worlds can ever escape it.

[But it’s funny. The more I absorbed the name, the less effective the contract was and the power I had would gradually disappear. Even knowing that, do you still want to follow the dead?]

“Of course. If you hurt us too….”

[There’s no need to say things you don’t even mean. Or do you want me to be disappointed?]

“I’m sorry.”

The word loyalty does not fit the emotion of greed. Cooperation to achieve the goal, cooperation to earn more is not suitable.

In the same vein, Pandemonium had no desire to listen to empty words like that.

In any case, the criterion for selecting a contractor was whether they would not move for him the moment he was attacked, but whether they would rush in to take away everything from him.

Since you know that, empty words like that have no meaning. Worthless.

It doesn’t make money.

So there was no need.

[Make up for lost points through action. Sort it all out.]

“Yes, I will handle it right away.”

[What happened to the hidden snake in the sea?]

“We are in contact. “The first and second envoys were killed by Mermen, and the third was eaten by snakes, so a fourth envoy has now been sent.”

[Ha, tigers, snakes, and cubs of animals.]

If I had been able to use my full strength, I wouldn’t have let you fool around like that. Pandemonium felt deeply annoyed by that.

This was even more so because even though he had consumed all the power he had stolen, his thirst for force had grown stronger by devouring it.

“Don’t worry. “I will definitely bring good news this time.”

[Ha, of course it has to be that way.]

But… that’s coming soon.

Pandemonium felt the pieces of power gathering one by one, and neatly gathered its long, thin fingers like spider legs.

The fingers, which are infinitely longer than the palm, look like a bird’s claws or a hedgehog’s thorns.

[If you waste this opportunity, you will not only disappoint me but also the king.]

And what is secretly hidden inside is the king’s seal.

[Remember, there is no next time for us.]

The picture of this being with the wings of birds and bats, the head of a goat, the horns of a mountain goat, the tail of a snake, and the legs of a donkey shined more evilly than anything else.