Surviving As A Warrior In My Game - Chapter 2

Koh Young-ha rolled his eyes in the pain of burning cheeks and opened his eyes. My vision was blurry, my ears were buzzing, and I was not in good condition.

“How dare you asshole! Come at me!”

Bam! Bam!

Instinctively, I rolled up my body to squeeze myself, but to no avail. There was no mercy in his kick.

While I was blocking the head, he kicked the stomach, blocking the stomach kicked the head, and so on.

’what? What’s going on right now?’

Youngha raised his eyes fiercely.

The other person wasn’t the kind of guy he would go anywhere with.

And even if he was hit, he wasn’t the kind of guy who would have been quietly beaten. He was large and had hardened muscles, so he was confident that he would be able to fight anyone.

But now he was doing something strange.

There was no strength in his body at all.

“Give me that pendant right now!”

But that doesn’t mean he can just keep getting beaten by the guy who’s squawking right now.

Young-ha clings to the foot of the flying creature. Then, he bit his thigh tearing a handful of flesh.

The boy made a loud cry sound.

There is the sound of flesh being ripped apart.

The taste of hot, fishy blood filled his mouth.

“Aww!Aaaaa!!”

The bastard grabbed his thigh and fell over.

Young-ha spits out flesh and quickly climbed onto him and took a mount position.

Now that the flow has changed, I thought I’d give it a go.

”hmm…?”

But Yeongha had no choice but to stop.

Because the mirror hanging from the pendant held in his own hand was reflecting him. Young-ha looked at the pendant as if possessed.

In the small mirror, a dwarf with a monstrous face was staring at him with a stupid expression on his face.

When he touched his face with his hand, he felt a vivid sensation. It was absurd, but it seemed that that was his face.

That was not all.

The limbs that were like logs had became bare like dry branches, and the six-pack abs made by packing porridge had gone, revealing a slender abdomen.

His back, which had always been upright, was curved like a hunchback, and his left hand was as small as a child’s fist, perhaps underdeveloped.

“··········ugh.”

Young-ha, who became a sick person in an instant, was staring blankly at the mirror.

“Hey!”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he pushed him and ran away.

As I was watching the back of the head of the limp and running away, something suddenly came to my mind. He must have been his half-brother, Patrick.

“..ugh”

I felt dizzy for a moment.

At the same time, the memory of ‘Enoch’ was revived.

***

’My dear son.’

Her mother said so.

It was strange.

This is because Young-ha was an orphan without parents.

’This mother is so proud of you, Enoch.’

But it seems that Enoch had a mother. The warm, tickling feeling that I felt for the first time in my life filled Yeongha’s heart.

’Keep this pendant with you at all times. It’s something that proves who you are. Don’t show it to others, and never lose it.’

Her mother carefully hung a pendant studded with black gems around Enoch’s neck.

’No! Enoch! My child!’

Suddenly the scene changed.

It was a pitch-black night.

Enoch was caught by the knights who suddenly came and dragged him somewhere. The anxiety and fear that Enoch felt in his memory hit below freezing.

In the midst of the confusion, he noticed that the only scene he remembered with particular clarity was her mother’s desperately reaching out to get Enoch back.

’I mean, this is my seventh son.’

Callius Blackburn.

This is the first thing he said when he saw his real son, Callius, who was the absolute ruler of the Kingdom of Vaisleon. He looked displeasedly at Enoch, who was weeping and looking for his mother.

’Oh! father! Look here!’

Callius took the dagger from his bosom and cut deep into Enoch’s palm.

’Stay still.’

As he clicked his tongue, he cut off his own palm and placed it on Enoch’s palm. To his surprise, his blood was surprisingly black.

’Ahhh!’

For a moment, Enoch screamed.

He realized that black blood was seeping through the wound on his palm and eroding himself without mercy.

Unable to bear the pain, Enoch fell to the floor, twisting his body like a caterpillar. But the situation did not improve.

’Cut it off!’

Enoch’s face is horribly contorted.

His spine is bent and his limbs are twisted.

It was an instant when a child with a beautiful appearance turned into a disgusting mourner.

’Tch. It’s a failure.’

A cold voice comes to Enoch’s ears, who was clenching their teeth in terrible pain. It was clearly his father’s voice.

’Go away and don’t see me again.’

And that was the last voice Enoch heard from his father.

***

“Guweek!”

Young-ha poured thick vomit on the floor. It felt like someone was poking through my brain with an awl.

“Such a dog…”

Young-ha checked the memories of Enoch that came to mind at random, and sharpened them.

Memories of being kicked out to a separate palace other than the royal palace, memories of stranger servants and maids looking at him with contempt, memories of breaking mirrors and screaming, and memories of crying after realizing that he would never see my mother again. .

From that day on, Enoch had become completely deaf.

Patrick looked down on Enoch like that, and came to the private palace to use violence in the name of Dalian.

Same thing happened today.

Seeing Enoch’s cherished pendant, Patrick became greedy. He started a match recklessly after betting it as a bet on his own accord.

But Enoch, this pathetic man was not able to rebel like rebellion properly and was only being beaten until the chilliness entered the body.

”ha.”

The fact that her mother did not want to let go of the pendant and that her mother had been praying for means it was worth evaluating.

Enoch didn’t give Patrick the pendant until he was literally beaten to death.

“I like that one.”

Young-ha flopped down on the floor.

The front yard of the detached house where Patrick had left was quiet.

Because Enoch was hysterical and drove out almost all of his servants, only the chirping of an unknown bird from somewhere tickled his ears.

“The Kingdom of Vaisleon, the Blackburn Dynasty…”

Young-ha, exhausted, pondered on Enoch’s memories.

Judging by the throbbing of his whole body, this was definitely not a dream. Of course, it wasn’t hallucinations or virtual reality.

Then it was clear that this was not Earth, but the world of the game [The World] he was playing a while ago.

“Have I been possessed by the character I created?”

Youngha, no, Enoch nodded.

Thinking like that, everything made sense.

He chose the three trials of his own.

One of them, [Misery Beginning], is an ordeal to create a ‘disastrous past’ for some reason, such as an illegitimate child of a great family, the author of a reluctant prophecy, and an ominous omen at birth.

The tragic breakup of Enoch and his mother was probably an early scenario created based on this [Disastrous Beginning] ordeal.

Not only that.

[Stigma of short-lived] causes you to encounter random death events that are difficult to handle from the beginning of the game.

[Heaven’s Weight] is an ordeal for limited play that sharply raises the difficulty of the game by giving the character a unique debuff such as a disease or a curse.

Violent half-brother Patrick, whose body was horribly broken and turned into pulp, was the manifestation of [stigma of short-lived] and [the weight of heavenly punishment].

“Damn it…”

Enoch grasped the situation and put his hand on his forehead.

The world.

Developed by Geofront, this next-generation role-playing game is set in a modern fantasy world.

So far it’s good

The problem was the enemies in this game.

Cultists called the Secret Church are creating chaos in the world, evil demons are only looking for a chance to pop out into the real world, and the foreign media prepared as the ending content were truly vicious beings with no cosmic horror.

Possessing a game like this is also a pain, but Enoch added three more great trials to it.

Can you really survive here?

While Enoch was furiously shaking his head at the sudden question, some uninvited guests came to his quiet detached palace.

It was the royal guard.

bum bum, bum bum.

They approached across the palace with hardened faces. The knight who had brought the guard said this in front of Enoch.

“Enoch. I am arresting you for injuring the royal family.”

”What?”

“Do it now.”

shudder.

One of the guards forced Enoch, who was lying on his back, to stand up and handcuff him.

“!!…one moment. Is it maybe because of Patrick? That was in self-defense. I was hurt a lot more than that bastard!”

“It may be.”

The knight nodded his head.

“But while His Majesty Patrick is a full member of the royal family whose name is on the royal roster, you are not.”

”······························································!”

And that was it.

There was no trial or opportunity to argue.

When Enoch woke up, he was already in prison. It’s not in the dark, cold, dirty prisons that even felons would be locked up in.

“…This is sick.”

I almost died right after the game started.

Then he was unfairly brought to prison.

If so, what kind of difficulty will occur as the game progresses? Enoch’s imaginings made his spine shiver.

no. Will there be a next one?

Couldn’t he be imprisoned forever like this? What if Patrick sends an assassin? No, what if I’m hanged tomorrow morning?

“···········urgh.”

His head cooled and the adrenaline drained, and it was only then that he realized it. He really might die. Just for stupid reasons that I fell into the game.

Squeak–!

The rats gathered around Enoch, who was stiff.

Perhaps he was trying to determine whether Enoch, sitting motionless, was a prey or not.

Enoch climbed up on his lap and watched the rats tilting his head. Then he snatched one of them.

Chiik–!

The startled rat struggles.

The rest of the rats were frightened and ran over the iron bars. But Enoch’s gaze was nailed on the rat in his hand.

“No, I can’t die like this.”

There was no room for hesitation.

Enoch closed his eyes and inspected his body.

This body, given in exchange for three trials, was the perfect body he had dreamed of. The strongest body that can never exist in reality. Enoch could feel the many qualities hidden in this broken body as vividly as if he could grasp it in his hands.

It was almost in the realm of instinct.

Enoch awakened a quality that had been dormant like that.

[Body Furnace].

The stomach, which made even iron pieces digestible, took orders and began to produce gastric juice. This bubbling magma-like gastric juice had the formidable ability to melt and transform everything in the world into nutrition.

TL Notes: So some you may have noticed but the author switches between first person to second and third person very frequently. Some people like it that way. I prefer first person but whatever. Thank you for reading.