I Became the Childhood Friend of the Middle Boss

chapter 10.1



“I became a childhood friend of the middle boss”

 

Chapter 10.1

Ever since I first looked at the status window, it reminded me of a message log that only the player can see.

 

 

 

That’s why…

 

 

 

 

 

[Gained skill].

 

 

 

[Instinct Control Lv 1]

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t panic when I saw the unusual message.

 

 

 

I had been waiting for this.

 

 

 

‘I finally got Instinct Control.

 

 

 

As the name suggests, this skill allows you to control your instincts.

 

 

 

My evaluation of the game’s dogs could be divided into two parts: before and after gaining Instinct Control.

 

 

 

If the dog before the skill was a grass-grazing rabbit, the dog after the skill was a carnivorous rabbit that tasted blood.

 

 

 

No, a lion.

 

 

 

I couldn’t think of a good analogy, but controlling his instincts was an indispensable skill when discussing the dog’s performance.

 

 

 

‘It was worth the effort.’

 

 

 

I could feel it for myself as I was reincarnated as a dog.

 

 

 

My body was as light as a feather.

 

 

 

Even though I had only taken one step, I was going farther than that, as if someone was pushing me from behind.

 

 

 

My evasive instinct, which had decided that the only way to survive was to kill the creatures in front of me, was drawing on all my strength.

 

 

 

They say that when a person recognizes danger, he or she suddenly becomes capable of unleashing powers he or she normally wouldn’t.

 

 

 

It made sense to me.

 

 

 

Furthermore.

 

 

 

“I know it instinctively.”

 

 

 

It was telling me not only the dangers I was aware of but also the dangers I wasn’t aware of.

 

 

 

Wham!

 

 

 

I didn’t even have to look behind me.

 

 

 

I immediately spun around, dodging the arrow that was coming my way.

 

 

 

Just then.

 

 

 

KEK!

 

 

 

A horde of goblins charged.

 

 

 

They had taken advantage of my change of direction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were four of them.

 

 

 

3 goblin swordsmen, 1 normal goblin.

 

 

 

And 1 mage goblin casting behind them.

 

 

 

Finally, a Goblin Archer 2, who sees opportunities from the left and right.

 

 

 

With a quick glance at their formation, I slash horizontally with my sword.

 

 

 

 

 

Lion Iron

 

 

 

 

 

Like a whip of iron.

 

 

 

The man on the blade glowed silver and curved like a whip.

 

 

 

KEEK…!

 

 

 

The goblin swordsman on the far right was struck and his side was crushed.

 

 

 

His back burst open, scattering armor and flesh everywhere.

 

 

 

The silver blast didn’t stop there, striking down the goblins next to him who had jumped with him.

 

 

 

One fell, then another, then another.

 

 

 

The normal goblins were less harmed, cushioned by the goblin swordsmen who hadn’t been killed.

 

 

 

At that moment…

 

 

 

Boom!

 

 

 

Fire rained down from overhead.

 

 

 

Sensing the danger with my evasive instincts, I quickly grabbed the fallen Common Goblin by the nape of the neck, warding off the flames.

 

 

 

Then I threw it away.

 

 

 

KEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

 

The goblin screamed as it burned.

 

 

 

I slayed it as it rolled across the floor, glaring at the creator of the flames.

 

 

 

In the distance, the goblin mage was chanting something.

 

 

 

“First, we need to get rid of the mage.”

 

 

 

He was the most annoying.

 

 

 

I ran straight for him.

 

 

 

Kiek! KEEK!

 

 

 

The others, realizing my intentions, blocked my path to protect the goblin mage.

 

 

 

Shoot!

 

 

 

The goblin archers kept me in check.

 

 

 

But they were no match for my evasion instincts.

 

 

 

I raised my sword to the side and shook off the arrows.

 

 

 

Then I faced the goblins who had come to protect the wizard.

 

 

 

Kick, kick, kick.

 

 

 

At this rate, I’d be hit by a counterattack.

 

 

 

Still, I didn’t hesitate and kept moving forward.

 

 

 

When I had only a short distance left to the one in front of me…

 

 

 

“Whoa.”

 

 

 

I caught my breath and lowered my stance.

 

 

 

I manifested the mana in my body as if I were pulling a sword out of a scabbard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I focused my mana on the tip of my sword.

 

 

 

I activated the mana circuits belonging to my legs, which would propel me through the ground, and my joints, which would allow me to swing my sword.

 

 

 

I lunged.

 

 

 

 

 

Lion Onslaught (獅子猛攻).

 

 

 

 

 

A technique that involves stomping on the ground and using that force to attack.

 

 

 

The attack had no set form and could be used in any number of combinations depending on the caster’s ability.

 

 

 

I call it…

 

 

 

“Four Strike.

 

 

 

As soon as I swung my sword, I quickly turned around on my front foot and then moved forward to attack again, repeating the attack four times.

 

 

 

Kiiiii… ehhh…?

 

 

 

Kwajik!

 

 

 

Shuffle!

 

 

 

Push!

 

 

 

The lion onslaught never stopped attacking, and its damage increased proportionally as it continued to attack.

 

 

 

After killing four goblins in one fell swoop, I turned to the goblin mage, whose ear had been cut off by the sword path.

 

 

 

“I guess there’s no reason to kill the mage first.”

 

 

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

 

 

What the hell happened?

 

 

 

Do Sang Joon felt as if what was happening in front of him was not real.

 

 

 

‘I what am I seeing?’

 

 

 

It was like he was dreaming.

 

 

 

It was so sudden and out of nowhere.

 

 

 

One minute he was running from the goblins in terror, the next he was fighting them without a trace of fear.

 

 

 

He was single-handedly taking down over ten of them.

 

 

 

“….”

 

 

 

You’re not looking at it wrong.

 

 

 

Right now, Do Gyeon-woo was moving into the group, disrupting their coordination and using their numerical superiority to disorganize their attack.

 

 

 

From where Do Sang-joon stood, he could only assume that he was playing a joke on them.

 

 

 

“Are you laughing?”

 

 

 

He was probably not mistaken.

 

 

 

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he danced through the goblin horde, dodging attacks.

 

 

 

He was enjoying this situation.

 

 

 

It was clearly a different face from the one he had shown earlier.

 

 

 

At that moment, Bae Hongchul spoke to him in a daze.

 

 

 

“Mr. Branch Manager, what is she?”

 

 

 

“He’s my son.”

 

 

 

“That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking what kind of kid can fight so well. Are all people from famous families like that?”

 

 

 

“Of course not.”

 

 

 

Even he is surprised now.

 

 

 

Bae Hongchul, who had seen Do Gyeon-woo for the first time today, was even more surprised.

 

 

 

Do Sang Joon paused in thought at his questioning tone, then shook his head.

 

 

 

He didn’t need to think about it.

 

 

 

How could that be common?

 

 

 

Even among people of great renown, it would be extremely rare for someone of Guan Yu’s age to show such skill.

 

 

 

….

 

 

 

‘He’s dodging all the attacks, and he knows instinctively where they’re coming from.’

 

 

 

The tactics he was using now were extremely reckless and dangerous.

 

 

 

If he made a mistake, he could be surrounded by goblins and attacked from all sides.

 

 

 

On top of that, goblin archers and mages with ranged attacks were constantly looking for an opening.

 

 

 

But the dog seemed to be dodging all of these dangers with ease.

 

 

 

It was as if he had eyes on his back.

 

 

 

‘Even if I could detect it with my sensors, I wouldn’t be able to dodge it so reflexively. What did he realize?’

 

 

 

He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight.

 

 

 

Do tried to figure out what had changed in him.

 

 

 

A plausible theory emerged.

 

 

 

“A gift.”

 

 

 

A gift, a quality of the soul.

 

 

 

Maybe he had learned a gift he hadn’t realized he had in a desperate situation.

 

 

 

Otherwise, he couldn’t explain the change in him.

 

 

 

“You put yourself in this position to awaken your Gift.”

 

 

 

It’s absurd.

 

 

 

Do thought about how fearless his son had been.

 

 

 

The more he thought about it, the more his tongue hung out.

 

 

 

On the one hand.

 

 

 

‘That’s how much you wanted to change.’

 

 

 

Do Sang-joon could feel how serious Do Gyeon-woo’s determination was.

 

 

 

It was then.

 

 

 

“Ji, branch manager, that’s…!”

 

 

 

“….”

 

 

 

Bae Hong-chul didn’t need to point, his eyes could see the phenomenon Do Gyeon-woo had caused.

 

 

 

Do Sangjoon’s eyes widened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The goblins stepped forward to cover the goblin mage and hardened their defenses.

 

 

 

Do Gyeon Woo was stomping the ground, ready to pounce on them.

 

 

 

Immediately afterward, the mana flowing out of his body made a sound like it was rubbing against the atmosphere, sending out an electric current.

 

 

 

Pajik!

 

 

 

He hadn’t been mistaken.

 

 

 

A faint blue electric current was sparking around him.

 

 

 

And then.

 

 

 

 

 

Lion on slaught

 

 

 

 

 

Do Gyeon Woo unleashed his Water Dragon.

 

 

 

The faint current exploded into a burst of light.

 

 

 

The light traveled along him, creating a blue flash.

 

 

 

“….”

 

 

 

Four times in a row.

 

 

 

A path of blue flashes appeared.

 

 

 

Do doubt his eyes, and his lips parted.

 

 

 

“Thunderbolt”

 

 

 

There was no doubt. It was a thunderbolt.

 

 

 

The phenomenon of mana friction with the atmosphere and mana circuits in the process of unfolding the Water King Flow, transforming into a blue current.

 

 

 

It was a phenomenon that came from a combination of many factors, including the correct stance and speed, the amount of force applied to the sword, and the activation of the mana circuit.

 

 

 

“With. The Divine Sword Daoist’s swordsmanship is truly amazing. My god, can a kid that young be able to generate a lightning bolt?”

 

 

 

“No.”

 

 

 

Faced with Bae Hongchul’s question, the dishonest Do Sangjoon couldn’t maintain his nonchalance.

 

 

 

As far as he knew, there wasn’t a single person in existence who could trigger a lightning bolt at Do Dog’s age.

 

 

 

Even those who were called geniuses couldn’t set off a lightning bolt at that age.

 

 

 

The second-generation patriarch, who was said to be the youngest, was 14 years old.

 

 

 

“You’re telling me that Do Gyeon Woo is two years ahead of that record?”

 

 

 

Do couldn’t believe it.

 

 

 

 


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