The Hunter of the Other World Who Is Being Misunderstood Chapter 307. Deep Furrow (2)

"Wait."

Of course, no matter how well-equipped the gear may be, a minimum level of safety verification by the owner is essential.

"But before touching it, let's run all the appraisal skills first."

Wait. When the sharp-looking hunter spoke while showing the palm of his gloved hand, Haseong forgot that the other person was younger than him and imdiately stopped his actions without resistance.

"Hmm..."

And the silence was brief. As if he were a real appraiser, Gryeo carefully examined the monster from head to toe, soon fixing his gaze on a specific part of the enemy. The fake appraiser's conclusion ca shortly after—and it was concise.

That 5-rank monster has a clear weakness. Its wrists are poorly constructed. So start by burning through that area like a cutter. After that, the hunt will beco noticeably easier.

"I understand."

With the upright response of the national hero as the starting point, the dungeon was soon filled with fierce and violent noise.

Fwoooosh!

To be precise, the hero stuck first. When dealing with the rare few of moderate temperant who don't attack human unprovoked, it's only right to stake everything on that first blow.

"——!"

An unfamiliar high-pitched frequency, like a ringing in the ears, bursts forth. A white being—humanlike, yet not human—lets out a shriek and begins to move the mont the young man makes his preemptive strike.

Boom, boom, boom.

Perhaps due to its statue-like, hard segnted shell, the monster showed no visible joint movent and instead attempted a ranged physical attack from its position.

But how could a being without tools, like a human, possibly engage in ranged combat? The answer lay in the high-elasticity material attached to its scalp.

"Its hair is the main weapon?"

Dozens of long strands split apart and lashed out like living whips. The pure-white monster that appeared before their eyes stood an imposing 5.5 ters tall. And with such a massive fra, there was no way it could be light.

Boom!

When the thick synthetic hair struck the ground, debris scattered in every direction. Jung Haseong ducked low to narrowly dodge the lashing strike, then tried to attack the strands.

But the creature's shell was far more durable than he had imagined.

It definitely hit directly with the fla, but it wasn't even singed.

Though the appraiser in the back had pointed out the monster's weak spot, even that wrist was expected to have at least so level of defense. So perhaps Haseong had concluded that a vague spread of flas over a wide area wouldn't be enough to lt its weak point. He straightened the weapon in his hand and channeled his mana. Then, using the superhuman physical ability unique to an S-rank, he launched forward in an instant, springing off his calf muscles like a coiled spring.

"No point in dragging this out. Let's cut it in one go."

The master of the 10th floor realized it too late and tried to block humanity's approach with a flurry of dazzling whip attacks, but the heroes deflected and dodged every single strike.

They even occasionally sacrificed a shoulder to close the distance at high speed. By now, they had grown accustod to the dim surroundings—enough to clearly perceive the enemy's flow of magic even in this state.

And so, the mont they used that heightened sense to slice through all the tangled strands of the monster's hair—

"Heugh!"

The national hero took a running start and leapt high into the air. After gaining just the right amount of altitude, he twisted his waist mid-air and brought down his weapon with all his might, aiming directly at the enemy's weak spot. Like a high-performance laser cutter, the compressed heat left a blazing straight line in the air, seared into the blade. When the strike landed on the wrist, just as a certain appraiser had predicted, a crisp shattering sound rang out—distinctly different from the dull thuds that ca when hitting other areas.

"Did it get cut?"

Crack!

That wasn't all. As soon as one of the monster's hands was severed, soone suddenly shouted from the rear.

"Jung Haseong, fall back!"

That was a statent from the appraiser born partly out of trust in his companion. As an experienced and highly skilled hunter, Jung Ha-seong didn't even respond with the frustrating question "Why?" Instead, the mont he heard such a command, he imdiately repositioned himself.

The fire mage leapt once, putting an incredible distance between them. And at that exact mont—

"—!!"

Once again, a sharp, high-frequency sound filled the space.

The dungeon monster's cry. A clumsy imitation of human speech, it began to behave abnormally after losing its wrist.

Like a puppet whose crucial string had been cut, the staggering monster suddenly emitted an intense light from the damaged area—so bright it seared the eyes.

Jung Haseong, whose vision had been blocked, felt a sudden warmth and brightness spread across his eyelids.

"Breaking its wrist triggered a new attack pattern...?"

But before he could even assu any sort of defensive stance, the situation was resolved in an instant.

Soon, the monster erupted in a burst of light. It happened so suddenly that even an S-rank hunter couldn't fully grasp it in ti—but Kim Gyeo stopped it. Kim Gyeo—

"Huh?"

But how on earth did that person block this?

Haseong had his eyes closed due to a vision penalty. Therefore, the results he perceived were quite fragnted. All the superhuman physical ability unique to an S-rank, he launched forward in an instant, springing off his calf muscles like a coiled spring.

"_?"

Even with his senses sharpened by the darkened vision.

An ability user with such restrained presence that it was impossible to gauge their movents had neutralized the monster's attack far too easily.

"It felt like a tsunami had surged right up to my face, only to suddenly evaporate like a mirage."

For a mont, every hair on his body stood on end.

A long ti ago, Jung Haseong once collaborated experintally with a few defense-type hunters. But even the protection specialists he t back then weren't nearly like this.

The boss's attack—even more so, an S-rank like himself had launched that attack—how could anyone possibly absorb that impact so quietly?

"Hunter Kim, are you alright—?"

The people's hero briefly opened his eyes, overwheld by a chilling sensation. But even through his blurred vision, he could see that the man in the suit standing before him was unhard—so he quickly shut his eyelids again before the dizziness worsened.

Because of this background situation, Gryeo was able to successfully face the fact that his performance was boosted by gear.

"I told you I'd help just once, didn't I?"

Now that it's confird the primitive sorcerer has closed his eyes again, it's ti to proceed with the remaining plan as scheduled.

Ssssk.

The new equipnt of the alien hunter, nicknad [Midnight Gloves]. This manufactured item has undergone special modifications and can also be called a 'mory'. Moreover, this tool requires neither casting ti nor any mana for activation; it demands only one thing.

"Of course, it registered successfully this ti too!"

Priority save of the spell!

Now that all preparations were complete, the reincarnated archmage activated the glove's function without a mont's hesitation.

Boom!

The opponent's earlier clumsy attack now seed like child's play in comparison—a laser fired with refined precision, concentrating the full force of magical power into a single stream.

Crack! Rumble rumble rumble...

This is the true power of the modified gloves.

A tool that allows even the incurable Alphaut, who were born without the ability to wield magic, to cast spells. Still, a storage circuit etched into re fabric can never match the neurons of a brain, so its limitations are clear. But at least on Earth's level of combat, it enabled firepower that other F-ranks couldn't even dream of unleashing themselves.

The Archmage shattered the monster's most annoying part: its head. Because of this, dusa-like flickering hair was blown away, so it would no longer be able to attempt botherso ranged attacks.

"The features are good, then."

Heh heh heh...

The blond alien was brimming with confidence for the first ti in a while, basking in the glory of his brilliant achievent. With the only weak point in the creature's powerful body—its wrist—successfully targeted, cracks had spread throughout its form. Now, all that awaited the enemy was a miserable end.

"Jung Haseong! Now proceed with the attack again."

"Ah, yes!"

Crack!le!

It had been so sturdy earlier, yet now even an ordinary fla explosion made its armor crackle and crumble at the edges. Still, as befitting an S-class boss monster, the battle dragged on for a while after that. But there wasn't much hope left for a creature that had suddenly lost its head. It failed its massive one arm and exchanged a few more blows with Haseong, only to et its end in disaster—its entire body shattering after a blast of fla magic struck its already-damaged neck.

Sparkle!

"What is this light...?"

"This is the real reward."

The 10th floor boss's HP was soon depleted. Haseong realized it when a bright light burst out sowhere near his closed vision. This must be the subjugation reward. As the certainty that he had overco the tower's final trial settled in, a deep sense of relief welled up within him.

Yeah. Relief.

"Isn't this a pretty decent ending?"

At the start of the dungeon, he had felt deeply embarrassed, struggling against the special effects. But now, having made it all the way to the end and taken down a total of 17 bosses with his eyes closed, it felt like quite an accomplishnt he could be proud of.

"With results like this, I don't think I'll feel too guilty when I ask him to join the official team."

A smile soon lingered on the young man's lips.

"Finally..."

But just as he opened his eyes again, the escape gate to be cleared, the top-ranked challenger was suddenly overco by an inexplicable sense of unease.

"Hmm?"

His vision was still reversed. Of course, based on the ssage that had appeared at the start of the trial, it was reasonable to assu the curse remained because he hadn't yet left the space of the tower. But even so—why hadn't an exit been generated yet? Why hadn't an escape spell even been attempted?

"Jung Haseong!"

It was around the ti Korea's hero began to feel puzzled. The first to notice the anomaly on the 10th floor was the supporter on the left.

If the statue they encountered had been a monster with accumulated raid data like the many other bosses, then its unique ability would likely have been listed like this on the PIXY site.

[I Shall Be Reborn]

Gugugugu...

An ominous sound rose from the scattered debris.

The final boss of the Tower of a Hundred People had an exterior as white as plaster, but its insides were filled with a mysterious blue mineral, as if it were blood in reverse. However, from the monster's shattered grave—where the two colors had mixed together after a fierce battle with Haseong—only the blue mineral suddenly began to lt and surge upward.

A viscous, bluish blood oozed thickly from between the white shards like a thick liquid. What's more, the substance quickly began to gather in one place...

"Open your eyes! Jung Haseong, you have to see this with your own eyes to dodge it!"

There wasn't even ti to talk. The inner mass of the 10th-floor monster had instantly transford into a long spear.

The ominous tip of that spear pointed toward—

The very culprit responsible for leaving him in such a state.

Soon after, the spear lunged toward the hero.

"Huh!"

But it was only around this mont that Haseong finally understood his companion's words.

"Magic!"

The aura that an Awakener can sense with their sixth sense was completely absent from that spear. So Haseong hurriedly opened his eyes again. But there was now a critical problem overlaying his clear eyesight.

"Keugh...?"

Whoosh!

The damn curse of inverted vision. The top-ranked hunter had no choice but to perform a rolling dodge in a random direction to evade the spear's charge.

But then sothing shocking happened. The missed blue spear twisted in the air with a whistling sound sowhere, and then, without turning away, it flew again toward the enemy who still had his back turned.

"No way!"

Actually, this monster's desperate act wasn't designed to be that dangerous. However, encountering the special environnt of [Tower of a Hundred People] transford that attack into a super high-difficulty pattern.

• Infinite charge until hitting the target

• However, if consistent physical damage is dealt using epic-grade or higher weapons, the attack ends along with the dissolution of the hardened blood.

From the challenger's perspective, the whole world is upside down—so how on earth is he supposed to land a hit on such a high-speed spear?

"Impossible."

At this mont. A magic scholar with quick calculations finishes his prediction. It was close to a miracle that the number 1 ranked person finished this pattern alone.

"Why, why is it... getting faster?!"

So.

"Before we entered, I boasted that survival was guaranteed as long as they had . Well, I can't let a ga ss up such a simple calculation and bring sha on myself."

As the charging spear accelerated with each passing mont, Haseong tried to keep up—but eventually chose the wrong direction to evade. He lost his balance completely and collapsed.

But in the instant his body hit the ground and he reflexively shut his eyes from the shock—the 10th-floor boss's final rampage ca to an end, without a sound or sign.

• The "Target" ntioned here refers to the center of a single challenger's body.

This is information that even the Earth's appraisers could easily know, but the multiple spear blades simply wanted the blood of the hunter.

They're just objects. They don't bother to discriminate based on what the blood source looks like.

Thud!

Cssaaack-crunch.

The spear that had lunged from the sky pierced through the skin of another—flesh made of water and keratin—thus bringing the trial to an end.

Wuuuung...

"With the appearance of the gate's exit at the sa ti, the dungeon clear was now certain.

"What the—?" I heard the signature of the Tower of a Hundred People was automatic escape. Don't tell ... are they giving extra ti to collect loot because of the curse this ti?"

As the previous description shows, the alien used his own body to stop the resurrected monster that was charging at him. He cleverly deactivated the Guardian centered on his body as well. After all, this spear only stops when it pierces sothing and hits soone property.

"Did it determine the center of a human to be the navel? It's a relief it wasn't the lungs."

It was at this mont, After even achieving his main objective of rescuing Haseong, Gryeo sohow seed displeased.

"There was no stopping power, so the ground got completely torn up..."

Compared to higher-level Awakened, he barely had any strength, and during the process of stopping the spear, he was pushed back a full 7 ters. Gryeo glanced at the long trail of damage left on the dungeon floor and pursed his lips with a crooked expression.

"If I were in my pri, I would have cleared the trial in a much more refined way"

Why must he, who has learned all sorts of advanced magical knowledge, rely on such barbaric thods every ti?

The plan was success, but the more he thought about it, the less he liked it. At that mont, he couldn't help but recall all the feelings Jung Haseong had experienced throughout the dungeon raid.

"...Sohow, late, more and more."

He was rapidly growing tired of his miserable powerlessness, trapped in the useless position of an F-rank, and wondered just how much longer he had to live like this.

He felt embarrassed and irritated.