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Chapter 68: Is it Necessary to Have Qualifications to Be Mocked?!
🕑 Added 2025-02-10 08:53:26 +0000 UTC
"Clang—!"
With a crisp sound, Blake suddenly drew his iron sword from his waist.
At that moment, the four wolves surrounding him unleashed flames.
The scorching fire tore through the air, generating extreme heat, showcasing formidable power. Taking a direct hit would certainly be unpleasant.
Of course, that was only if he got hit.
Faced with the flames coming from all directions, Blake’s expression remained unchanged. He merely shifted his footing, dodging the attacks effortlessly, as if taking a casual stroll. Then, in the blink of an eye, he lunged forward.
Before the monsters could react—
[Thud—!]
A dazzling silver light flashed, and in an instant, four monsters howled in agony. Their heads were severed, turning to ash as their magic stones clattered to the ground.
"Hiss—!"
A few adventurers gasped in astonishment.
One sword strike instantly killed four Level 2 monsters. The speed of his attack was so fast that they could barely see it.
Though they had heard of Blake's feats before, witnessing them firsthand was an entirely different level of shock.
"Such potential... Stronger than I was in my youth. He truly is worthy to stand by Lady Freya’s side."
Ottar, watching this scene, couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, his voice carrying a trace of admiration.
Because of Lady Freya, he was more familiar with Blake's information than anyone else, which made this scene hit him even harder.
Blake’s actions made him realize just how monstrous this silver-haired youth was.
After all, he—Orario’s sole Level 7 adventurer—had still been a mere low-level adventurer struggling on the 10th floor just two days after beginning his journey.
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"Are you here to mock us?! We never asked for your help!"
A hysterical voice rang out.
The six members of the Apollo Familia glared at Blake with twisted expressions, their voices filled with resentment.
They had overheard the murmurs around them—words that made them tremble.
The mere distraction caused by this chatter had delayed their responses to the monsters, worsening their predicament.
Yet, even then, they clung to a sliver of hope.
Maybe the others were exaggerating. Maybe it was just a lie meant to humiliate them.
But when Blake took action, that fragile hope was shattered.
He had effortlessly eliminated the monsters they had struggled to fight, wiping them out in a single instant.
Despair.
Complete despair.
This so-called "game" had already been decided, just as Blake had said.
They had thought him mad. Arrogant. Foolish.
Yet, in the end, they were the ones being toyed with.
"Mock you? Are you even qualified?"
Blake’s voice was calm, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the Apollo Familia members, who were teetering on the edge of madness from the sheer humiliation.
"Pfft, hahaha! This is killing me!"
"Yeah, first time I’ve heard someone say you need qualifications to be mocked."
"I must say, this silver-haired guy is so cool."
A female adventurer spoke with shining eyes.
"Hmph, how arrogant. He’ll regret it sooner or later."
Hidden among the crowd, an Apollo Familia member muttered through gritted teeth.
After all, these were their comrades. They couldn’t just sit back and accept this humiliation.
"Heh, this silver-haired guy may be cocky, but at least he has the strength to back it up. Do you?"
"Tsk, tsk, such a petty grudge."
The moment the words fell, those who supported Blake instantly retaliated.
In no time, the entire area erupted into a heated debate, leaving the Apollo Familia members fuming in frustration.
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"Who exactly are you...?"
Amid the noise, Ryu’s gaze lingered on Blake.
Her emerald eyes flickered with deep curiosity.
Blake, true to his nature, ignored the noisy crowd.
In the end, those who supported him now stood by his side.
This alone proved that his charisma wasn’t just about raw strength.
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"Has the sword been ruined...?"
Blake finally halted, gripping his iron sword tightly as he examined the crack running down its center.
A faint sigh escaped his lips.
He had used reinforcement magic to extend its durability, but after executing One Sword to Rule All and slaying so many monsters, it was clearly at its limit.
Had he not strengthened it, it would have shattered long ago.
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"Howl—!"
Just then, eerie howls echoed through the dungeon.
To everyone’s shock, the remaining ten wolves—who had been attacking the Apollo Familia—abruptly abandoned them and charged straight at Blake.
Noticing this, Blake exhaled softly before raising his iron sword.
With a single swing—
"Schwing—!"
Dozens of sword ki blades materialized in the air, moving at speeds invisible to the naked eye.
The next moment, the ten wolves were pierced through, collapsing into lifeless heaps.
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"This move…!"
As the saying goes: Outsiders watch for the spectacle. Insiders watch for the skill.
Ottar’s pupils shrank.
His mind rapidly analyzed the sheer value of what he had just witnessed.
"Ottar-sama, actually…"
Seeing the rare look of shock on Ottar’s face, Todd chuckled, feeling oddly satisfied.
After all, Ottar had scolded him numerous times before.
But Todd also knew when to be serious.
So, without delay, he explained everything Blake had done throughout their journey.
With each word, Ottar's expression grew more serious, his astonishment deepening.
This only made Todd feel even more pleased.
For once, he was actually grateful to Blake.
He had never seen Ottar react like this before.
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"Crack—!"
At that moment, amidst the bustling underground city, a crisp sound echoed.
Before anyone could react, the iron sword in Blake’s hand suddenly cracked—
Shattering into pieces.
Fragments clattered to the ground, leaving behind only the broken hilt in his grasp.
"—!"
A hush fell over the dungeon.
All eyes locked onto the scene, frozen in shock.
Blake, however, merely stared at the broken blade in silence.
His expression remained calm, but there was a trace of regret in his gaze.
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Meanwhile, not far away—
The Apollo Familia members, who had just snapped out of their daze, turned their glares back to Blake.
Among them, a certain figure—who had been lurking in the shadows with a crafty glint in his eyes—suddenly smirked.
A sinister grin spread across his face.
As if he had just thought of something.
Something very dangerous.
