Into the red wind
As I put my hands into my new gloves, the soft texture wrapped around my fingers as if welcoming me.
Long gloves made of unidentifiable black leather.
‘Ancient Noble Gladiator’s Gauntlets’.
I nodded quietly.
If it had been a B-grade gauntlet that I should have received originally, it wouldn’t have looked so neat.
< Ancient Noble Gladiator's Gauntlets >
[Auxiliary Equipment] Battle gloves imbued with the soul of a proud noble gladiator. Specially blessed by mysterious powers.
Special: 10% increase in strength. Special strengthening effect added when combined with a specific fate card
: Significant strengthening effect when competing with divine power.
Now, proper equipment is starting to come into our hands.
You could say you were raising a gladiator properly only if you had something like this in your hand.
‘Okay, this is the start.’
Not only was I able to obtain this guy as a reward, but it was also thanks to my own ingenuity.
“Your proposal was very interesting.”
The contrast was also thanks to the acceptance of my suggestion.
He was looking at the gloves I was wearing with a wry smile.
“With that, I hope to give those laughable gods a blow. Two rooms would be better.”
…I really hate gods on earth to a great extent.
‘Honestly, I think so too.’
It is said that it was the gods on earth that caused the five guardian stars of Everlast to lose their power and be sealed, so it is correct to think of this as a guardianship.
Therefore, this ‘additional effect’ was added to the contrast even though it was somewhat excessive.
“I’ll write well. Thank you, chiaroscuro.”
“Of course, you know that some equipment handed down from ancient times have special effects when used together.”
“Ah, set effect?”
Of course I know.
These ‘Ancient Noble Gladiator’s Gauntlets’ also provide bonuses to gladiator-type fate cards.
It also had another effect when combined with the equipment of other ‘ancient noble gladiators’.
“It will be available soon.”
I nodded and held the hilt of the sword tightly with my gloved hand.
The effect of the gloves took effect immediately.
[You will be able to protect your hands from fierce swordsmanship.]
[Equipped equipment and fate cards interact.]
[The effect of the equipment will be further strengthened!]
The feeling has definitely changed.
‘My strength has increased, but it feels like the handle of the sword is firmly pressed into my hand.’
If you have proper combat armor, you can enjoy an increased effect on the destructive power of any other weapon.
It was a choice that was guaranteed to be effective even if you used
a spear or axe rather than a sword… or a bow or crossbow.
That’s why, as a gladiator, I first acquired gauntlets rather than weapons.
‘There’s a chance I’ll be able to get a useful sword soon.’
After reviewing the plan in my head, I said goodbye to my patron saints.
“Now that I have become your representative, I guess I can contact you if anything is needed?”
“okay. However, unlike the gods on earth, we have lost most of our power, so it will not be easy to send our thoughts to you.”
“Hmm really? “Then let’s both think that no news is good news.”
Then Myeong-Am-seong laughed.
“But now that our fates are intertwined, you and we are in the same boat.”
At the same time, a strong wind began to rise from the end of the dungeon.
A storm so powerful that it made my body tremble was brewing in a tightly packed underground hallway.
I knew what this meant.
‘Dungeon ends permanently.’
The moment when my body started to slowly get pushed back by the crazy wind.
Contrary muttered in a low voice.
“So, I didn’t hear your name. “Tell me your name.”
“what? “I heard you know everything about me?”
Earlier, Myeong-Am-Seong clearly knew that Gilo-Shan was the despised third prince.
So there was no way I didn’t know the name.
“know. But I don’t know.”
Apparently, that wasn’t what the transcendent was asking me at this moment.
“Your name you know. I want to know that. “Now what is your name?”
Me, not Gilroshan Balt.
Me, not here in < The God-Abandoned World >, but in the world outside…
Strangely enough, Myeong-Am-seong was curious about that part.
At that moment, a thought popped into my head.
‘An incident in which a godhead or a transcendent person on par with him wonders about the true name of a human being.’
Yeah I know what it is.
I opened my mouth, feeling my body half floating in the swirling tempest.
* * *
Northeast of Aurax.
There was a campsite where large and small tents were built at the bottom of the cliff, also known as ‘Dark Cliff’.
Split pieces of wood were flying in the air.
The person chopping firewood with great energy is Carls Silion, an imperial knight of the Baltic Magic Empire.
As a 6-star knight of the Imperial Knights, his handling of the axe was extremely precise and skillful.
His ax cutting was extremely accurate and continued at a constant speed.
‘It’s going to be a bit difficult to split this guy in one go.’
In the case of a chunk of wood that was too large for the ax blade, he was able to raise his mana slightly and cut it down in one go.
Thanks to this, a huge pile of firewood was piling up at a very fast pace in the vacant lot to the left of Carls.
Yet he didn’t seem to shed a single drop of sweat.
‘I feel like my shoulders have relaxed a bit.’
As a genius swordsman who had already reached the end of the 6th grade at the age of 20, he had no reason to get tired of chopping firewood like this.
Carls was struggling to open his mouth and make a sound as if he was struggling.
And for no reason, I dampened my forehead with the wet handkerchief I had prepared in my back pocket.
He even deliberately held the blade at a wrong angle and messed with it.
Carls was sighing inwardly while doing such a thing.
‘It’s really not easy to pretend to be bad on purpose.’
Now I had to be as inconspicuous as possible and appear as normal as everyone else.
So he was doing a play that wasn’t a play.
‘Red Wind Ritual.’
Carls was currently in the middle of the event.
“hey! Food preparation team! what are you doing? Has it been done yet? “Move quickly!”
“Hey, the weapon polishing is done, so everyone come and get it!”
“But what about procurement of drinking water? what? Not yet? Anyway, you need to know that southern worms are slow.”
Not only Karls, but the entire landscape surrounding him was moving noisily.
17 to 19 years old.
The young men and women of Auracus are just entering the period of youth, but still have some fluff left in them.
They were bustling between tents, yelling at each other and carrying things.
It wasn’t that there were no adults.
There were several veterans who could be said to be mid-level executives of the revolutionary army standing on that cliff.
They just watched the campsite without saying a word.
Everything was being done purely by the children.
Carls was paying close attention to all those scenes.
The adults had to simply suggest a goal, and the children had to do everything themselves, starting from the preparation process.
The goal of this ritual was actually simple.
‘Each person must hunt one monster in the hunting ground within a set time.’
It may seem easy, but it can be a dangerous goal for children who have just reached the level of 4 stars or so.
So, in order to safely perform this ritual, the children form a team in advance and prepare to hunt before going into the forest.
We will soon allocate teams.
‘And tomorrow morning, each person will be given a game through a lottery.’
Remembering that fact, Carls glanced back.
It was to find the master who had given him this infiltration operation.
“…Now it’s time for you to come.”
Gilroshan, who we parted ways with yesterday, said as if he would definitely follow soon.
But there is still no news.
Calth’s eyes trembled slightly as he stared at the forest, which revealed deep darkness like the maw of a tiger.
“I wonder if something happened….”
“What? “Someone, what’s going on?”
Carls almost swung the ax he was holding at the sudden voice that came from beside him.
But the guy who suddenly appeared was snickering nonchalantly.
“Hey, focus. Concentration.”
Then, his expression changed violently and swear words began to flow out.
“Where is the baby scarecrow sitting idle with his eyes closed? Do you want to search? “Do you think I’ll be okay with seeing a face I’ve never seen before?”
The name of this guy, with his gray hair tied up and a dark face, is ‘Hexter Walt.’
‘The youngest son of Montana Walt, a 5-star ranked assassin and border guard commander.’
He was a young man who was considered the highest leader among the children gathered here.
‘You must not make anyone doubt my identity.’
Carls recalled that fact and quietly adjusted the sack.
“Oh, I’ve never tried chopping firewood like this before. “It’s a bit difficult, isn’t it?”
Then Hexter started giggling, twisting the corners of his mouth.
“Okay, okay. That’s right, I guess. “What kind of axe have you tried with that smooth face?”
“But do you know?”
“If you keep fooling around like this, your smooth face could get an ax mark.”
“And that it might leave a different kind of mark on your pretty little sister. Please know that too. Did you understand?”
The corners of Carl’s eyes, which had maintained a smiling expression despite the abusive language, fluttered.
Tirvaen Sui, now called ‘N’, is busy sorting out consumables with other girls.
She was masquerading as ‘Karl’s younger sister, who was one year older than her, and was attracting the boys’ attention with her strange aura.
“hmm? why? Ah….”
Hexter chuckled after seeing Carls’ face harden.
Laughing at having caught one case.
“Is it okay to mess with your sister? Hey! “It’s all a joke, a joke!”
The guy was laughing like a crazy person and punching Carls on the shoulder.
“This means let’s work hard together! know? What could I possibly do? So, relax your expression. huh?”
But there was still a cruel light shining in those eyes.
“But your younger sister is pretty, right? How do you feel inside?”
The moment when Kals, who could no longer bear the chatter about Tyrvaen, reached out for the hilt of his sword.
“Hey Carl! I’m here!”
There was a boy who suddenly appeared from behind the black grass.
The man who approaches, dressed in rags and waving his hands, is none other than Gilroshan, the 3rd prince of the empire.
His master had finally made a belated appearance.
Hexter frowned and shook his head.
“What is that skinny b*stard?”
Then, when he realized the situation, he started making sarcasm.
“Wow, is that your younger brother again? Really your parents! This is no joke! “Kkkkkk.”
But regardless of what Hexter was saying or not, Calth was looking at Giloshan in silence.
It was because there was something I could feel in the lord’s trudging approach.
It was only one day…
‘He became stronger.’
As a knight who had walked the right path, Carls felt this vividly.
If Gilroshan until yesterday was a half-baked 1-star trainee who had just picked up the sword…
‘Now he has definitely achieved 2-star.’
Maybe 3 stars!
Does this make sense?
How did this grow…?
At that time, Carl’s mind was becoming infinitely more complicated with such thoughts.
“Oh, I’m so hungry. “Brother, do you have anything to eat?”
The 3rd prince, acting like a brother so slyly, approached and stood tall between the two.
Then he quietly turned his head and said this to Hexter, who was staring at him.
“What are you looking at that’s ugly? Don’t you close your eyes?”
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