Vikir reviewed.
It was only a couple of days prior.
Something almost identical to the honor Hugo Baskeville gave for the sake of getting in front of the pack in the composed test.
'Do you have any snacks you need to eat?'
'Chocolate!'
'Go to the food stockpiling and take out however much you needs. However, don't be excessively avaricious. Exactly what you can convey.'
Around then, Vikir had been given over the way in to the food stockroom.
In the basement following Barrymore, Vikir got a pack of chocolate beans.
'Previously, the Master actually drove knights to enslave the savages on the western front and recovered the immense wildernesses of the area as farmland. It is said that one grain of 'horrendous bean', can make 100 liters of chocolate.'
Ridiculous Bean. A supernatural bean that flaunts a rich flavor that one bean can make 100 liters of chocolate.
Vikir took out a solitary ridiculous bean from the sack he was wearing around his midriff.
Furthermore, he took a gander at the hellhound, which had been exceptionally delayed while circumventing the water, and was presently surging towards him.
The manner in which it was surging towards him with its mouth completely open is as though requesting something to be tossed into its mouth.
According to Vikir, it seemed to be that.
… fick!
Vikir flicked with a bean into the hellhound's mouth.
Furthermore, the impacts were prompt.
… Yelp!
A hellhound gulped something that flew into its mouth.
The person began to falter.
[Cahang! Crack! Yep!]
Its mouth begun foaming, and tacky mucous regurgitation streamed down.
It began writhing.
It heart beat animated as though it planned to explode, and it began drain ing from the eyes.
'True to form.'
Vikir gestured his head.
it was a reality known to all trackers who had gone through the period of obliteration.
That is the way that canine beasts are frail to chocolate.
The substances like chocolate beans are like toxin to canines.
Regardless of whether it was a dog from heck, this was comparable.
"We should see. Spewing of bodily fluid, trouble breathing, incontinence, the runs, expanded internal heat level, expanded pulse, loss of hunger, spasms, seizures, serious fomentation… … And afterward demise?"
Vikir got an unpolished shortsword.
Then, he strolled after the hellhound as it staggered away into the profundities of the timberland.
"The disaster for the stomach and heart probably start things out. The liver is straightaway."
In any case, a hellhound's stomach, heart and liver were safeguarded by ribs that are more enthusiastically than steel.
Also, Vikir couldn't just barely get through the holes with the unpolished shortsword he presently had.
All things considered, it is ideal to go for the gold that is somewhat off the ribs despite everything debilitated by the chocolate.
"… … The response is level."
The lower midsection, which the hellhound's ribs can't cover, and the kidneys, which are exhausted by the poison from the chocolate.
Vikir laid his shortsword and cut it hard.
His sharp edge was gruff, so he was unable to cut or enter, yet it was sufficient to harm the muscle, and kidneys underneath.
[Kang!…]
The more the shock comes tothe kidney, the more fragile the kidney and the more grounded the poisons.
The hellhound dropped on the floor, gradually passed on
Vikir cut off the final gasp of the hellhound, which had become overpowering.
Hellhounds are beasts of the canine family, and simultaneously, they are beasts of the damnation who meander around with the inferno gulped in their stomachs.
On the off chance that you don't kill it, you won't know when it will end up being a danger in the future, similar to a coal restoring from the remains.
"I'll need to deal with it."
Vikir raised his shortsword and totally smothered the hellhound's last flash of life.
puck! puck! puck! Wow!
With his dull shortsword, there was no response other than to beat it.
yet.
Something astonishing occurred.
Tsutsutsutsutsu… …
At the point when the hellhound kicked the bucket, an elusive emanation got away from its cadaver and sunk into Vikir's body.
What many individuals call "insight," "exertion," or "karma," "karma."
At the point when this baffling and supernatural energy acquired by killing beasts collects in the body, it prompts fortifying of the body.
Vikir independently crushed a high-positioning beast that offspring of her age couldn't try to envision, and thus, his body turned out to be significantly more impressive.
Notwithstanding the gift of the Styx Stream, the experience acquired from killing a hellhound was added.
Vikir's body is currently impenetrable to any measure of toxin, enchantment, or other actual power.
"… … hmm. Are my bones thicker at this point? I likewise appear to have become taller."
The shortsword in my grasp turned out to be a lot lighter than previously.
Since the heaviness of the blade couldn't abruptly diminish, it should be said that the strength of the grasp has expanded.
blast
No other long term olds handle the blade as though using it with one hand, which is challenging to use even with two hands.
Notwithstanding, there is still quite far to go before he recaptures his previous strength.
'Going on like this, I'll have the option to recuperate everything that is in me before the transitioning service.'
Vikir is just 8 years of age now. The level is Progressed Sword Master.
The other Baskerville would just arrive at it after the transitioning function.
After the following seven years, he was more than sure enough to recover the force of his past life.
'At this moment, in the event that I get in front of the pack in the viable test, since there's a prize.'
Vikir peered down at the hellhound's carcass with a fulfilled articulation.
If the corpse of this monster, which is still hot, is brought to the family, it is a matter of course that it won first place in the practical evaluation.
Going out of the boundary area could be a bit of a problem, but it's a rebuke to the guardian knights in charge and rather praise from the examinee's point of view.
An 8-year-old kid went out of the border area that even knights struggle with, and went to the forbidden zone to catch a dangerous grade B+ monster, and that alone!
He could already picture Hugo's expression.
… hung!
Vikir grabbed the hellhound by the tail and began to drag it away.
The corpse of a monster is subject to gravity and different laws from the human world because its soul is held in the demon realm.
Because of that, Hellhound's corpse was much heavier than it seemed, but Vikir's strength was different from that of a normal 8-year-old, so it didn't matter.
Deodeuk-deuk-woodeuk!
Vikir continued to move forward.
It was an uphill road back.
Now to go back and submit Hellhound's corpse to the Guardian Knights.
And when he thought of the reward, a smile formed on Vikir's lips.
Vikir was waiting for a huge reward that he would never have dared to dream of in his lifetime, a treasure that no one even knows the real value of in this day and age.
… at that time.
Vikir stopped looking around.
Grrrrr… …
The cries that flowed from the depths of the sea behind them.
The howl coming from deep in the throat is getting closer.
"… … Oops."
Vikir put down the hellhound's corpse for a moment.
I forgot.
Hellhounds are monsters that live in packs.
Yet.
Fires began to burn in the darkness of the sea of trees.
Eleven Hellhounds came and surrounded Vikir.
however.
"… … ."
Vikir just grinned, unfazed in the slightest.
Rather, the hellhounds who faced that smile just shrank their bodies low and growled as if they were anxious.
Do they recognize the danger?
It seems that even those who passed through the era of destruction and passed through another round of reincarnation could not wash away the smell of blood that was deeply embedded in their souls.
Just like Bloody Mamba, the venomous snake who froze at the sight of Vikir in the cradle, it seems that the enemy and the Hellhounds of Black Mountain did not dare to act carelessly in front of Vikir, who reveals his life in earnest.
Before long, Vikir opened his mouth.
"Come on guys. There are still a lot of beans left."
Bloody bean beans rattle at the waist.
Considering the body that became stronger after catching one hellhound, the growth rate when he could kill the hellhounds gathered here… he couldn't even guess.
When the Vikir and the hellhounds were in such a tense confrontation.
I'm sorry… …
The ferocious hellhounds suddenly curled their tails between their crotches and began to withdraw.
"… … ?"
Vikir was a little surprised.
A hellhound that once bares its teeth will never show its back.
But now, the hellhounds were running away in fear.
No matter how heinous the killing intent that Vikir spewed out was, he still had the body of an 8-year-old child, so it wasn't enough to deal with all of them.
What then?
What external factors could cause these hellhounds to run away with their tails down?
Eventually, Vikir soon learned what it was.
Grrrrr… …
The sound of spit and brimstone boiling.
The owner of this growl who made all hellhounds scared.
Six eyes burning in the dark.
Three heads poking out of the root hole of the sea.
"… Did something like this live here?"
A top-notch monster that makes even surprised him.
Risk level: A+
Size: 7m
Discovery Location: Red and Black Mountains 7th
ridge
-Aka "Hell's Guard Dog"
It was not interested in the ghosts who went to hell, but the ghosts who wanted to get out of hell are immediately torn to pieces by it.
It lives deep in hell, where all the evil ghosts finally head, and leads to the ultimate of monsters of the canine species.
The three-headed dog, which symbolizes hell itself, appeared.
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