Chapter 6 of 100

Chapter 6

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EP.6 The Reformed Saint Breaks Heads

Under dim lighting, dozens of computers filled the narrow, enclosed spaces.

A counter where part-time workers, seemingly with nothing to do, leaned their heads down and yawned,

Occasional loud shouts from customers,

And the scene of a small smoking room tucked away in the corner.

It was a PC room.

There was a man.

His hair, dyed a deep brown and covering his eyebrows, was neatly curled, as if touched by a stylist.

Though he wasn't particularly dressed up, his neatly tailored clothes contrasted sharply with the few piercings that adorned his ears.

His sharp eyes, surrounded by a generally fierce expression, were deeply furrowed, reflecting his emotions.

He then began to tremble all over and wailed in a voice devoid of any rationality.

"This fucking bitch is really fucking annoying today!!!"

Not only was the volume of his voice loud, but the vulgarity of the content made the previously noisy surroundings fall silent as if they had been hit by a wave.

People's attention immediately turned to him.

‘You really look the part…’ such comments, laced with disdain, were directed at him.

His friend, turning pale, tried to calm him down.

"Hey, you fucking idiot. Be quiet. Calm down."

"I can't calm down! I won't!"

"Then let off some steam."

"That's what I'm doing, isn't it?!"

As he said this, a message from the counter appeared on the screen in front of him.

- Please be quiet.

His friend glanced at him as if to say, "See?"

While the man wasn't the type to take others' criticism to heart, being kicked out for causing a disturbance was a different matter entirely.

His friend's calm remark, "You've already gotten us kicked out of three PC rooms because of you," added to his frustration.

He finally calmed down and looked back at the screen.

There was a warrior with light armor for increased mobility.

Without a helmet or head protection, his short, dull blonde hair was clearly visible.

His muscular body, visible through the gaps in his light armor, was almost as dark as if he had been surfing on a beach with a red sun.

The man unconsciously examined the character's back.

Specifically, the back of the head.

The cracked skull, which had been clearly visible, was now neatly stitched.

"Shit. Is this a dream? Am I hallucinating?"

He continued to mutter inaudibly to himself, moving his resurrected character roughly to the battlefield and furiously typing.

[GoldenSun: Why are you doing this, shit? There must be a reason, right?]

[Saint: .]

[GoldenSun: Answer me, damn it. Stop just sending emojis.]

[Saint: Please stop.]

[GoldenSun: What? We were good, weren't we?]

[GoldenSun: Why are you doing this?]

[GoldenSun: Did I do something wrong?]

"Did you start dating the Saint? Online relationship?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Why are you whining like an abandoned dog?"

"..."

Reuniting with the Saint was the worst.

[GoldenSun: Kiko! Kiko! You can't recognize me???]

[CardinalAlbert: Who is Kiko, sir?]

[MedievalMagician: That guy always calls the Saint Kiko, for some reason.]

[InitialDynamicsPositionSwitcher: Report this GoldenSun. He said he wanted a 1:1 setup with the Saint but is now getting beaten by a priest.]

[CardinalAlbert: That's not a valid reason to report, sir.]

[NameRidiculous: You can do this once, but this is the fourth time. 0/4/0 in 10 minutes of game time, is this a normal K/D?]

[Peon: At this point, it's probably intentional trolling, right?]

[YourShield: Some guy bought an abuse. Shit.]

[YeahSure: Yeah~ It's your fault~]

"Ugh, shit, Kiko has changed."

"Game addict. Who talks like 'uhuhuh' in real life?"

"That's not for you to say."

While the chat messages were flooding in and he was joking with his friend, his character GoldenSun was quickly approaching the Saint.

Despite GoldenSun's pitiful death in the previous situation, thanks to a miraculous team fight, he was the only living player left.

GoldenSun was hurtling towards the Saint at an impossible speed for a regular warrior.

Using 'Shadow Walking' and 'Silent Steps' to hide his presence from the minions,

'Acrobatics' to reduce stamina consumption and 'Marching' to increase movement speed outside of combat,

and 'Tracking' to receive a speed bonus when moving towards a marked target.

This was possible because he had chosen five movement-related special abilities, typically used by thieves.

This was GoldenSun's Saint-sniping build, which he always used when facing the Saint.

GoldenSun arrived in front of the Saint in a flash but, despite his speed, did not rush in recklessly, maintaining his distance.

Because even GoldenSun, who looked like he would only bash heads, had a learning ability.

The man gritted his teeth and looked at the Saint's right hand, which was equipped with a mace.

A blunt weapon adorned with coagulated dark blood, shattered bones, and dangling brain matter, presenting a terrifying appearance.

This was the fourth time he had been hit in the head by this mace.

[GoldenSun: I'm sorry, I'll apologize.]

[GoldenSun: I really don't know why you're doing this.]

[GoldenSun: Didn't you like it when I took off my clothes and cried while walking last time?]

[GoldenSun: Why are you doing this suddenly?]

[GoldenSun: Was it not enough? Should I have done more?]

[GoldenSun: Is that why you're acting like this, shit?]

[Saint: It's sexual harassment...]

[GoldenSun: What do you mean, keep saying sexual harassment?]

[Saint: Please stop...]

[GoldenSun: Hey]

[Saint: .]

His friend looked at him with a pitying expression and said,

"I get why you don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't have one either."

"At least you're not a creep like you."

"..."

The man was momentarily dazed by his friend's factual punch.

It was a mistake.

Because the hem of the Saint's nun's habit was now fluttering close to the screen.

The man panicked and pressed the keyboard.

Whoosh, the mace grazed just above GoldenSun's lowered head.

"Shit, are you really trying to fight?"

Despite his current 0/4/0 score, the man was proud of his skills.

He was a man who had consistently scored over 100 points in Orange without any boosting or buying abuse, purely through his own talent.

Even with a build that had five non-combat special abilities, he was not the type to fall to a mere Yellow 1 priest.

The 0/4/0 GoldenSun, who had been overconfident and underestimated the priest, especially the Saint, was no more.

The man was fired up.

The battle began immediately.

GoldenSun's knuckle-wrapped fist lunged at the Saint's face.

It was a clearly malicious attack.

The Saint, as if expecting it, deftly dodged, but GoldenSun took full advantage of the knuckle's strengths in such close combat.

An endless barrage of punches, like a flowing stream.

When the keys were input during the just frame, the knuckle's combo received a stamina reduction bonus.

With 'Acrobatics' in place,

there was no need to save stamina for dodging incoming arrows or spells.

GoldenSun did not easily let go of the offensive momentum he had gained.

The Saint, surprisingly, dodged well, but it couldn't last forever.

When GoldenSun's stamina was almost depleted, the Saint, having taken a few hits, received a pain judgment and flinched, which the man noticed.

He immediately input the command.

It was an 'Upper Cut'.

The fist, rising from the Saint's chest, aimed for the jaw.

...

"What? No knock-out judgment, but a part destruction...?"

"Look closely. She dodged. Not perfectly, but she dodged."

Part destruction refers to severing a tail or breaking a horn to create a weakness or prevent the use of skills derived from that part.

However, this usually only applied to important objects or large monsters that appeared when secondary defenses were destroyed in certain battlefields.

For human-like opponents, it typically occurred when a limb was severed or a specific part of the armor was damaged.

In this case, it was the latter.

The Saint's armor... the flowing nun's habit, was torn straight across the chest, revealing pale skin.

It seemed a critical hit had occurred, as the undergarments, which were normally impossible to remove, were also torn, exposing her large breasts.

GoldenSun cheered!

"Great bust morphing implementation."

"Pervert."

The Saint was not moving for some reason.

Was she in shock?

Did she think she would keep winning after a few times?

The man, thinking that the Saint, even with her head bowed, was a very beautiful character, prepared for the final blow.

GoldenSun pulled back one arm and his waist, then thrust his fist forward like releasing a bowstring.

The knuckle was brimming with a powerful aura.

This was because he had used almost all of his remaining mana to empower the attack.

An attack that would almost put a heavily armored character into a near-death state if it hit a vital point.

The damaged nun's habit, which offered no physical defense, could not withstand such damage.

So, if she had listened like usual, she wouldn't have died so miserably.

...

Just as the knuckle was about to strike the Saint's chest.

At the last moment,

the mace, which had been still since the initial attack, moved.

The sound effect from the speakers when the knuckle and mace collided.

Ting-

It was not a sound that matched the collision of metal on metal.

It was a clear, ringing sound, like thin glasses clinking together.

A user of Rainbow Tales would know exactly what this sound meant.

"Parry?!"

"Wow, parrying a knuckle with a mace?"

A powerful attack always comes with a large opening.

GoldenSun staggered as the knuckle was deflected.

Realizing the Saint's move, he hastily tried to defend his head with his remaining hand,

but unfortunately, his stance was broken, and his arm was a bit low.

The mace, striking downward, shattered the skull.

[MedievalMagician: This chick really put a lot of effort into her chest.]

[MedievalMagician: Shit, where does she draw the line?]

[Gandalf(Physics): lol]

[Saint: It's sexual harassment...]

[YeahSure: I'm going out for lunch.]

[InitialDynamicsPositionSwitcher: Hey, did you rent the chat?]

[Peon: Why didn't you block her?]

[InitialDynamicsPositionSwitcher: Well, it is funny, lol.]

[NameRidiculous: What's funny about a creep like a dock worker spamming 'It's sexual harassment'?]

[CardinalAlbert: Why is the Saint... why is she... why?]

[CardinalAlbert: Why is she not a Saint 1 Knight but a healer?]

[GoldenSun: This is wrong... This is strange... Give me back my Saint...]

[YourShield: The Saint you knew? Ah, 'this' one?]

[GoldenSun: You bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Author's Note (Author's Postscript)

Updated on 11/15 (Censored)