Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 121 [Title: Guys, what's this ※ symbol?] Content: It suddenly appeared on my party member's character? -: Holy shit, jackpot -: Congrats congrats congrats -[Original poster]: Oh lol what is it, something good? -: Check your character, the level will be up -: Your life just got easy, bastard hahaha -: It's overpowered -[Original poster]: No way, it's real hahahaha -[Original poster]: Was level 40-something and suddenly it's 68(55) lol -[Original poster]: Is the jumping event real? lol -: Level 68 hahahahaha -: Damn lol that guy's solid too hahaha -: Ah shit;;; so jealous, when will I win the Face Thief lottery -[Original poster]: lol just play the game hard like me -: Hahahahahaha -: For real for real for real for real -[Original poster]: But this guy's class is Swordsman(Assassin), what's this? -: Holy shit, legendary dual class -: It's overpowered -: Isn't this a world first? Are you a Pro Gamer? -: Sir, do you currently have a job? I'm making a recruitment offer from Challenge Gaming -: How is the pro offer message "Are you unemployed?" -: Am I witnessing the birth of a legend right now;;;; -: Please give me an autograph please -[Original poster]: No, shit, look at these bastards going crazy Something seems weird about this -: Send him to battle quickly and test the character's performance? -[Original poster]: Yeah got it, I'll absolutely never send him to battle -[Original poster]: What is this, you bastards -: I miss the pure you who was just happy... -: And so we lose another pure newbie -[Original poster]: No, shit You guys did all the drumming and gong-beating on your own -: Kill that thing quickly yeah Or the other party members will die too -[Original poster]: ? -[Original poster]: Other party members "too"? -[Original poster]: Too????? -: This is really at the level of holding a knife to your throat to make you type "F" in the comments, but I held back once -[Original poster]: Don't tell me my party member character is dead? Then what happens to the Swordsmanship trait he had? No, how much did I invest in raising him, shit -: Fucking hell, your party member died and you're looking for traits first, and you call yourself a party leader? -: You don't deserve him -: What was bound to come has come -: So this is what that face-swapping thing was... -[Original poster]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh What is this bastard and why is he so strong again -[Original poster]: No, I'm about to get wiped out trying to catch this one bastard??????? -[Original poster]: Is this really level 68???? -: It is level 68, but a full 68 -: He roughly consumed a broken relic called 'Faceless One's Fluid' The more faces he steals, the stronger he gets -: If Face Thief is level 68 Isn't that almost the strongest Face Thief you can encounter? -: Probably? From what I know, he was 68 after stealing the Hero's face -: From there, devouring Special Forces captain Tua and reaching 8th Rank is the final level -: When that reaches final level, it's a random event The difficulty is like late-game Fate Quest level hahaha, and you even have to fight with one party member down, so it's really fucking hopeless -: Wow lol then by a hair's breadth it's better than the worst case yeah Thank goodness, dude -[Original poster]: Ah shit, my main party got wiped out -: Or not *** Dray asked him why he was surprised. Risir rather wanted to ask back. "Well, it is surprising. He saw and copied a 7th Rank's Unique Swordsmanship on the spot. Doesn't Sir Dray find that surprising?" Having said that much, Risir nodded in admiration. Indeed, it seemed that when you reach the level of Great Noble, you live in a different world and see things from a different perspective. Look how he treats such tremendous ability as nothing special. Suddenly he felt proud of himself. Who am I? A friend of Sir Dray Ye Mastien. Nice. Beside him, Tua showed a similar reaction to Risir. "Dray. You've become quite the big shot while I wasn't looking. A Face Thief is nothing to you? "No..." Dray rubbed his face dry in frustration. Tua watched him quietly. Then, after glancing at Risir once, she spoke to Dray in her characteristic blunt tone. "Anyway, looking at this person's reaction, having him help with the Face Thief's expulsion seems to be your personal whim without consultation. Dray. I've told you repeatedly. Refrain from pushing those in positions below yours. You may think you're providing an opportunity to display abilities, but from the other party's perspective, it could be a burdensome and unreasonable request that's hard to refuse." Having finished rubbing his face, Dray spoke with what looked like an aggrieved smile. "Ah, I know. I know too. Those are truly wise words. But this time it's really not like that, you know? That guy may look naive on the outside, but in reality, he's beyond words?" It was as if he was boasting about a treasure whose tremendous value was hidden beneath a shabby exterior. "..." At the Talent Scout's boastful claims, Tua's gaze turned toward Risir. She observed him more carefully with that piercing, cold stare. Risir recalled what Tua had just said. He seems to find this somewhat burdensome and unreasonable right now. The interest and expectations shown by two Great Nobles. Could anything be this heavy? Having someone of Dray's caliber trust him completely was not just joyful but glorious— Yet he couldn't shake the feeling of bewilderment. "Sir Dray, just to be sure—is that Face Thief a Dark Mage?" "No. It's nothing like that, so don't worry." "Oh no..." "?" "?" Tua and Dray's eyes briefly looked diagonally upward. Did I say (hear) something wrong? He says it's not a Dark Mage, so why the disappointment? "Sir Dray, I'm truly grateful for the complete trust and expectations you show me—but I'm not sure if I can be of enough help in this matter. He's a former Master of Assassin Guild, killed a Hero candidate, and copied a 7th Rank Swordsman's Unique Skill on the spot." "Right. I understand. I'm thinking the same way with my head for now." "You're thinking that way with your head? Then why—" "It's you." "...What am I that makes you say that? Wait, hold on. Former Master of Assassin Guild?" "Why, do you perhaps know assassination techniques too? So you understand assassins' habits?" "Really, what do you take me for? It's nothing like that." Dray. Enough. Tua, unable to watch any longer, was about to snap at him. "It's not that, but I received something from an assassin before. I should have put it around here... ah, here it is." Risir rummaged through his clothes and pulled out a dark red parchment as if retrieving some miscellaneous item. Tua tensed her eyes and stared intently at the parchment. Surely it's not the item I'm thinking of? "Oh, could it be a Black List?" Then Dray casually spoke from the side. Tua almost let out an involuntary sigh. The content of what Dray uttered in such a casual tone was preposterous. Black List. That was a kind of authority and power given only to a very few individuals in the Assassin Guild. The moment they write down a specific group or specific name on the item called the Black List. The target is designated as the top priority target for all assassins belonging to the Guild. In other words, it's an item that can move the entire group called the Assassin Guild. In the world, assassins are regarded as symbols of dishonor who wouldn't hesitate to do anything for wealth. However, that's a perception created by criminals who call themselves assassins. Traditional assassin groups move completely separated from the secular world, seeking to protect traditional values. It wasn't easy for secular beings to make contact with them. Not only those with wealth and power, but even the Great Nobles at the pinnacle of Continental power. That's why Tua was surprised by Risir's previous statement. That he, a secular being affiliated with the Gray Magic Tower who interacts with various Nobles, had personal connections with an assassin. Why that picky Talent Scout was so eager to introduce him to her— She could understand at least partially. However, Dray's subsequent reaction made Tua's understanding meaningless. 'This guy, why is he acting like this today?' Suddenly asking Risir if he could use assassination techniques, asking if he possessed a Black List. Dray's words and actions, completely excluding the element of 'reason' from his thinking, were beyond unpleasant and raising questions. "Black List? What's that?" As expected. Risir tilted his head at Dray's question. Tua closed her eyes tightly, soothing her dwindling patience. Regardless, Dray excitedly explained to Risir. "To put it simply, it's like a death list? A secret treasure of assassins that can definitely kill just one person." "Dray, enough—" "Ah, it does seem like it was that kind of item." "?" Tua, who had been trying to stop Dray with a weary expression, looked at Risir. "What are you talking about? A Black List isn't something an ordinary assassin can possess." "The assassin that Risir knows might not be an ordinary assassin. For instance, a Master, or an elder—" "Are you saying that an ordinary Mage from the Gray Magic Tower has personal connections with a Master of the Assassin Guild?" "Ah, come to think of it—I think that person introduced himself as a Master." "See! I knew it! Risir, what did you do? What did you do to receive a Black List from a Master of the Assassin Guild?" "It's nothing special, I treated their illness." What kind of insane conversation is this? Tua's cold expression crumbled into confusion. She spoke with wide eyes. For reasons she didn't understand herself, very carefully. "Th-that's not something you can receive just for treating an illness—" It was a valid point. If you could receive a Black List just for treating an assassin, every healing center and temple would have one. "Well, didn't you treat some incurable disease that no one else could cure?" Dray casually said something that didn't sound like words at all. "Yes, it somehow turned out that way." And again, Risir casually responded to those words that didn't sound like words. "Stop..." Tua felt like her brain was melting. *** The Back Alleys of Bondaless. "Huff...! Huff...!" Mangnus, the 7th Rank Swordsman and vice-captain of the Devilan Knight Order's Special Forces, was facing off against one man. Light yet lustrous blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a young man with a gentle impression. He smiled broadly and said. "Come to think of it, we haven't even introduced ourselves yet. Please treat me well. I'm called Risir."