How to Suck Honey at a Warrior’s Party

“Wa! Whoa! Ack!”

“You little rat! Stop!”

“I won’t stop just because you want me to stop!”

The demons weren’t the only ones attacking; there were some that were half-human, half-demon, and had a faint hint of magi about them. They screamed ‘I’m a demon worshipper’.

As I ran away, I busted the heads of such things whenever I saw an opportunity and secretly hid behind demons. Their appearance was even more ugly.

I hated the sight of the demon worshippers with their limbs still intact, especially when I saw the half-human half-horse that was helping to destroy the lab.

What’s the difference between a devil worshipper who only exudes a subtle magi and a half-human horse inside a cylinder as an experimental body? It was “Who was first attached to the Mahjong?” Or did you fight knowing it was a mahjong.
(TL/N: I think the last sentence is a phrase, but I don’t quite get it: 바로 ‘누가 먼저 마족에 붙었는가’였다. 또는 마족인 걸 알고 붙었는가, 라거나.)

I threw whatever I could find in subspace. It was mostly bulky furniture.

I used to wonder why I’d even bothered to remove the furniture from the tower, but now I realize it was a good thing I did.

Then my hand, deep in the subspace, caught something very nice.

They stepped back, thinking I was going to throw another oak desk at them. But all I had in my hand was a sharp iron rod.

A few of them laughed and lunged at me. Do they think I’ve made a mistake?

Zhiyin, fuuu-!

A guy who ran at me while laughing, got penetrated in his abdomen and scattered green blood in the air.

What I pulled out was a ‘lightsaber’ from Asaham’s dungeon. I had taken it because it reminded me of a famous film from my previous life, but it was a real lightsaber.

To me, it was a disturbing object that reminded me of the connection between my past life and my present life… but now I realized that it was cute.

It made me rethink my plan to give it to a first-year studying ‘Wizardry and History’.

The lightsaber also siphoned off magic when it first drew its beam, further reducing what was left of the rat’s tail. Now it was a tiny mouse tail. I endured it because it was very efficient, but it was a waste.

Boom-boom-boom.

With each swing, the flicker made a noise that sounded like it would electrocute anyone it touched.

They didn’t approach me easily, perhaps distracted by their fallen ally.

“Hahaha, you ugly bastards, stay there and admire what a great thief I am!”

With each splash of green blood, the scene became less and less realistic, like I was watching a 15-year-old FPS game. This was due to the lack of sensation delivered to the hand when stabbing an object. There was no sense that I was killing a living thing.

It was a dangerous thing because of it, and I was living because of it.

In between, I took advantage of the confrontation to plot an escape route.

As if to mock me, another unwelcome visitor appeared in the corridor.

This time, however, the enemy reacted differently.

“Serpine, the humans are your responsibility! What the hell is this? Deal with them!”

There was a pervasive sense of disbelief. I glanced towards the door, shaking with anxiety.

“Oh dear, I wonder where he’s gone. Brother Oberyn, what are you doing here?”

It was Robe 2 who appeared.

Robe 2 was the Serpine the Researcher Demon had been looking for. Moreover, it seemed that he was a demon who dealt with the permanent residents. The ‘Human Representative’ was an organized infiltration of Arandal.

And ‘Serpine’ was also the name that priests used to call for “sacred water” when I blew up part of the church.

“Don’t worry. He’s under contract to me.”

Serpine declared confidently, and quickly pulled Magi to my feet. I could see the magi twitching around me.

But Serpine’s magi did nothing.

“…?”

Serpine, who flinched, tried to raise the maggi again and again.

The result was the same.

“What are you doing, Serpine!”

The demon shouted, one arm blown off by my lightsaber.

Serpine could only mumble words like ‘that’s weird’ and ‘that can’t be right’ for a while.

Then, finally.

He pulled off his hood, revealing a pair of black-and-white reversed eyes, and glared at me.

Soon, a grim voice spoke.

“…You’re not Oberyn, are you?”

I realize now how little you cared about Oberyn…….

Things went from bad to worse.

Serpine, who had been withdrawn at first, showed himself to be more powerful than any of the demons in the lab, as if he hadn’t been assigned to a human for nothing.

He manipulated black water by sharpening its form and shooting it at me or trying to trap me in it. The liquid was shapeless and difficult to dodge, and several times I had to roll on the floor and slam myself into furniture.

Eventually, I spun around and was pushed back towards the wall I was hiding behind.

No matter how fast and long I was, I was no match for Daguri.

I rolled over and stood up.

“Hey, stop reaching for me now, you poisonous bastard!”

Oh, I found some papers in the cabinet that I missed, but what can I do?

Insults flew at me from all directions, and spells were concocted to harm my frail body.

In the end, I deployed a protective spell I hadn’t intended to use. Barely enough to leave a slight crackle at the bottom of the barrel.

Bang! Koaang!

Silver light flashed as it hit the shield, tangible and fleshly. I took the opportunity to hurl bulky objects at the demons. I couldn’t throw my one and only lightsaber.

It was an act to annoy, not to attack. On the other hand, it was also to create an empty space in the subspace. I also wanted to break down the furniture that I couldn’t throw away in the Panko estate because I had a lot of lingering feelings.

The demons, angered by my behaviour, attacked the shield even more fiercely, and the more they did so, the more intensely the silver light burst forth. I could barely see.

Crackle, crackle, crackle.

The shield ripped apart. The attack intensified in response.

I was not discouraged.

I just wanted the demons to keep attacking the shield, blinded by the swarm of light.

That way, I could crawl to the cylinder.

Boom, boom, boom!

The shield shattered with an audible crack.

The demons took advantage of the gap and attacked the corner I was in.

Clatter-

Thanks to this, the wall collapsed too.

Beyond the gaping wall, I could see the red corridor I’d first ducked into.

“Idiots.”

Even in my small voice, the things that turned their heads were disgusting. I set my eyes on the persistent ones one by one. To be more annoying.

But instead of my eyes, they looked at my hands.

My left hand, to be precise, to the unharmed cylinder.

In an instant, the cylinder containing the half-man half-horse disappeared into my subspace.

A notification pinged in my head that my subspace was full, then faded.

I immediately closed the subspace.

All that remained was my slightly crackling magic, the lightsaber in my hand, and the communication orb.

I fled before the demon could let out a shout of rage.

toktoktok

“Jewel fields.”

-Ji Ying- Trong!

-Cylon! Are you in the basement?

“Yes!”

I replied energetically.

My feet were running hard.

My destination was the round iron gate at the end of the red corridor.

Water bullets, chunks of magi, and vials of unknown contents were thrown behind my back. The water dug into the floor, the lumps of magi disintegrated, and the vials melted. The effects were all horrific. Except, every single one of them was off target.

Oh! I’m glad I turned to the lab.

The only demon who specializes in fighting is Serpine, and even he has terrible aim! The demons’ power was weak, as if they were only thinking about proselytizing and infiltrating.

Evil-

They were about ten steps away from the iron gate.

I heard the sound of iron clashing, and the round iron gate cracked. I instinctively stepped aside.

Kung!

Half of the gate, cut off at an angle, fell to the ground.

“Aaahhh! Badel’s face!”

It was a clean cut, and I’d seen clean cuts like this before in the dungeon.

“Mohan!”

“Cylon!”

I called his name at the top of my lungs in delight.

The shadows fell and I couldn’t see his face properly. I heard a familiar voice.

I rushed to the warrior.

Now I have an ally who specializes in fighting! I don’t envy you anymore, bastards!

The warrior, who had embraced me with open arms, glanced behind me.

“Is it a demon?”

“Yes!”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Um… we’ll talk about it later.”

I shrugged, figuring it wasn’t the time to talk about it since it was just a bruise at best.

“Oh, I see. …Okay.”

The warrior with the frightening glint in his eye patted my shoulder once.

“Just a moment.”

He left me and walked down the red corridor.

I hid behind an iron door and watched him go. Light flashed briefly in the dark corridor.

A true leader, our hero! Well done! Wonderful!

I could finally relax and fill up on magic. It was just a shame that the room was so full of magi, so little of it was coming in.

The warrior had no intention of hiding his skills now, and he wielded his sword well.

Still, he couldn’t seem to cut them down in a single blow. They traded blows a few times, and later he even wore a golden auror on his sword, but in the end, the warrior prevailed.

“Is Mohan fighting inside?”

Reg approached me as I watched the fight from the comfort of my seat. His great shield was already painted with red blood.

I didn’t know if he wanted my answer, so I checked through the iron gate.

“Hmm….”

Come to think of it, Reg and Herrin don’t know what he’s capable of yet, do they? Right? No?

I got caught up in Reg’s unintentional exclamation. Knowing that he was hiding his skills, excuses flowed out of my mouth.

“It’s… his power has risen in the Horn Mountains. Haha…”

It was an awkward laugh, even for me. I must have been caught. Sorry, warrior!

I glanced at Reg, and he glanced back at me.

“…I know.”

Reg was a terrible liar.

“Are you hurt?”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve run out of magic, that’s why I look like this.”

I’ve seen a lot of them, though I’ve experienced few. Wizards who have withered away from their magic.

The mages themselves would say, ‘Where did they use their magic…’ but whenever an outsider would visit the tower, they would always express concern for the withered mages.

This gave rise to the rumor that the tower was harsh. A rumor that, to a certain extent, I agreed with. No, then it’s not a rumor, is it?

“You’re out of magic? How much do you have left?”

“On the verge of fainting.”

“…Don’t wizards faint when they run out of magic?”

“Exactly. Ah! I just reduced my chances of fainting by a tiny fraction.”

“Mmm… I see. You’re going to rest here?”

“Yep. All the other places are a mess….”

“Well, yeah. Everyone’s pretty upset.”

Reg rubbed his chin. He tilted his head, and there was something about it that didn’t quite add up.

I was too tired to really ask, so I just nodded and said, “That’s fine”. We’ll talk later, when I’m stronger.

But Reg opened his mouth as if he intended to tell me from the start.

“Herrin has apparently been troubled by the spirits in Drugstore Alley, and Arma is, ah, an old comrade-in-arms from Arandal …I honestly don’t know what she’s upset about.”

“Wait, Drugstore Alley?”