Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 276 [Title: What's with the Sword Sheath of Pofendal guys' false advertising?] Content: Looking at the setting [A group founded by various stars gathering with the ideology of safely recovering and managing evil objects rampant in the world] it says Wow, is this like a massive SCP Foundation in this shitty game's worldview? But the scale seems ambiguous? Could those "stars" they're talking about not be the stars I know? This is more like Pofendal's Pocket rather than Pofendal's Sword Sheath, isn't it? -: At the time of founding, there were indeed several stars included ㅇㅇ; -[OP]: Ah Too many cooks spoiled the broth and the ship ended up going to Mars? -: In the early days, the stars worked together enthusiastically, collecting evil objects with great excitement But as the scale grew, various problems arose, conflicts of opinion emerged, and naturally it split apart again ㅇㅇ something like that -[OP]: Then what is this Sword Sheath of Pofendal I'm looking at now? -: The group called Sword Sheath of Pofendal does not exist in this game. If you discover it, immediately deposit 50,000 won to Hana Bank account 49994 1093 184044 -: I sent it to Jung Pyeongtaek-nim, so please spare my life ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ -: That's not my account number though -: It's kind of like the hardcore players who couldn't quit a failed game ㅇㅇ -: Shit-eaters who can't quit the shitty game and keep consuming it? -: Ugh... who is it... -: We are the Sword Sheath of Pofendal (heroic) -[OP]: Hearing that makes me realize for real These guys suddenly feel like idiots -: But those guys are actually pretty noble The current Sword Sheath of Pofendal (what used to be one) is like Spider-Man's position with very little power but fucking enormous responsibility, and they're the ones who took on that duty thinking "someone has to do it..." -[OP]: No, shit They compared themselves to such people? Do these shit-eating bastards have no conscience? -: Ugh... who is it... who made the comparison... -: We are the Sword Sheath of Pofendal (shameless) -: Anyway For various reasons, the group's scale was reduced and now only the minimum unit remains -[OP]: And those are the Tormund guys? -: ㅇㅇ Tormund was originally a major stronghold of the Sword Sheath of Pofendal, so the evil object warehouse was built super solid, well-managed too, thanks to which they could maintain and continue the lineage even while the group was failing -[OP]: Ah So now they don't collect more, just manage what they have? -: Yeah, just the X and the X. -: What's with the censoring -: Evil Object - 32: Stupid Censoring -[OP]: Why are such people suddenly tracking Magic Swords? Have their finances improved lately? Starting business expansion? But are Magic Swords even evil objects to begin with? -: There are roughly two types of evil objects [Type 1 Evil Objects] which are within specifications And [Type 0 Evil Objects] which are outside specifications Magic Swords are the former ㅇㅇ -[OP]: Isn't a Magic Sword level pretty intense? But you're saying it's within specifications? -: The criterion for specifications is whether it "does whatever the fuck it wants" If it still follows the world's rules to some extent, it's a Type 1 Evil Object If it breaks the rules and does whatever the fuck it wants, it's a Type 0 Evil Object ㅇㅇ Magic Swords are top-tier among evil objects in terms of power, but they don't just randomly appear in Korea then Brazil, so they're still within specifications ㅇㅇ -[OP]: Do those out-of-spec evil objects that do crazy shit also appear in the game? -: Think of Succession Books and you'll understand -: What were Succession Books again? -: That thing A book that overwrites the reader's brain with the book's contents -: Isn't that a huge advantage? You get an entire book stored in your head -: More precisely Your entire brain becomes that book -: When you try to recall how to breathe That book's contents come to mind and you can't breathe -: There should be an explanation from Eloran -: Ah, found it [...Even Dark Mages, who are synonymous with madness, go insane when they read Succession Books. Succession Books erase everything in the reader's mind except the knowledge contained in the book. How to speak, how to think, even how to breathe.] [They're occasionally found. People dead with their eyes open, holding notebooks in their hands. Just as books get overwritten by Succession Books, humans also get overwritten by Succession Books.] [At least books overwritten by Succession Books can still be read, but what on earth should you do with humans overwritten by Succession Books?] -[OP]: Ah, that fucking book bastard -[OP]: Wait, so those fucking book-like things are scattered all over the world? -: Originally, the Sword Sheath of Pofendal's top priority was those Type 0 Evil Objects ㅇㅇ Because of these bastards, everyone from Baker Brad to Tower Master John Strong would get fucked over together frequently, so they decided to prevent that shit no matter what ㅇㅇ This is where the reason Tormund stronghold was so solid comes in That stronghold is where most Type 0 Evil Objects are gathered ㅇㅇ -: A place even Dark Mages who would bust open their own parents' organs can't break into ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ -: What's really amazing is Those fucking mages and demon bastards that exist in every region are nowhere to be seen near Tormund -: But Magic Swords do -: This Magic Sword bastard was originally being kept by the Sword Sheath of Pofendal One day it suddenly disappeared and started spreading shit in Tormund, so the Sword Sheath guys freaked out and are tracking it ㅇㅇ -: So You're saying this forum is about to explode from trolling and the shit-water and shit-eaters are about to flow back to other forums? -[OP]: So they had desperate reasons ㅇㅇ *** He was a man who possessed both the physique of an old Noble and the atmosphere of a seasoned mercenary. The head of the Gannon family that ruled Tormund. At the same time, the leader of the Sword Sheath of Pofendal. Bolton Gannon. He trusted Stone Heart Delron completely. In that regard, it could be said to be an extremely rare occurrence. He looked at Delron with eyes that seemed to find him suspicious to death. His furrowed brow, wrinkled with all his might, clearly showed his deep distrust toward the other's sanity. -If you can't convince me, from now on you're a madman. His eyes were speaking. Bolton kept his mouth tightly shut, but Delron could hear his voice. Furthermore, he could understand his reaction. "Yes, I certainly thought you would show such a reaction." Delron nodded calmly, saying it was as expected. "I also knew you would treat me like a madman." "...It seems there's something you haven't told me." "That's correct." "Then, let's hear it. You'll need to choose your answer very carefully." Bolton placed his hand on the copper bracelet on his wrist. In that moment, Risir felt something strongly pierce the back of his neck. A warning from intuition. His instincts judged Bolton to be dangerous. 'Why?' Risir felt considerable confusion. Bolton's presence was distinctly different from the strong individuals who had triggered his intuitive warnings until now. He had merely placed his hand on the bracelet. Other than that, there was no notable movement, nor could any extraordinary flow of power be felt. 'If he's hiding his power for a surprise attack - that's not it either.' Risir had inherited the ultimate secrets of Assassination Sword Techniques and was nearly at the pinnacle of surprise attacks. He was confident he could detect even the most minimized covert movements for surprise attacks. Moreover, his sharp senses covered countless domains. Magic and Swordsmanship. Even Black Magic and Sorcery. In that regard, Bolton's current appearance could be called flawless. Not even the slightest movement preparing for a surprise attack could be felt. Risir was thus convinced. His abilities clearly transcended ordinary categories. If he were to attack, it would be in a way never encountered before. "..." Risir found himself tensing up before he knew it. He didn't hide his tension. He also revealed his wariness and fear completely without concealment. Thus, he showed a intimidated appearance to his opponent. With this, their positions became equal. Just as he couldn't see through his opponent's scheme, his opponent wouldn't be able to see through his scheme either. Risir slowly moved his legs and checked the weight of the Sword hanging at his waist. His opponent was already within his range. From confrontation to standoff. The light atmosphere of the place gradually gained weight and tension by the moment. "W-wait a minute!!!" At that moment, Delron cried out in alarm. He knew about his master. Furthermore, he had a vague understanding of the man called Risir. To get caught up in their battle even for just a moment? He might experience something that would make a Dark Mage's torture feel like 'nothing much.' "Lord Bolton! Before we talk, let me say this first! My mind is perfectly sane! Enough to remain calm even if my dead mother came back covered in mud! The reason I told you the truth from the beginning, Lord Bolton, was entirely for the sake of our Sword Sheath of Pofendal!" "..." "And, Lord Risir! Lord Bolton is a wise and fair person! As long as I don't do anything foolish, there will absolutely be no such thing as putting Lord Risir in trouble!" "..." Bolton looked at Delron and nodded. That appearance, which made the name Stone Heart seem meaningless, was certainly unfamiliar, but at least he didn't appear to have lost his mind from being swept away by a Magic Sword's Curse or the power of evil objects. He removed his hand from his arm again and spoke. "I apologize. Our side is currently on edge due to various matters, so I reacted sensitively." "I understand. Since it's related to that Magic Sword." "...How much have you heard from Delron?" "Currently, that the Sword Sheath of Pofendal is doing everything in their power to track the Magic Sword - that's all I know." "...To state my position, I understand that you are personnel selected from the Elf Expedition to help with Magic Sword tracking." "That's correct. We came here to help your side with Magic Sword tracking." "I warn you for your own sake, tracking a Magic Sword is absolutely not easy. No matter how much you anticipate and prepare, you will face dangers beyond that." "I'm aware of that." "No! You don't know!" The Gannon family had fulfilled their duties as the Sword Sheath for generations. Bolton Gannon was confident he knew better than anyone about the dangers that evil objects possessed. The Magic Sword. There was no need to mention that evil object. It could be said to be an evil object that belonged within specifications while simultaneously transcending them. The power possessed by the Magic Sword was truly comparable to the incomprehensibility of Type 0 Evil Objects. Type 0 Evil Objects absolutely cannot be dealt with without information. In other words, as long as you have information, you can deal with them in any way. But Magic Swords are different. They are not the kind of evil objects you can deal with just by having information. Their incomprehensibility stems from pure and overwhelming power. Those who chase Magic Swords. They have no choice but to be swept away by that massive tsunami of power. Bolton looked at them once more. That young man, and that young girl. His first impression was that he felt the Elves' malice and found them quite disagreeable- But after talking with them, that impression changed considerably. The man was sincere. Enough that it could be felt even in a brief conversation. He couldn't leave such a person to bear responsibilities unrelated to himself and be crushed by that weight. "Return to the Expedition. And clearly convey my intentions to the Elves! No matter what you say, I will absolutely not be persuaded!" Risir became a Magic Swordsman. "Huh, huuugh!!!" Bolton was persuaded. *** "Impossible... to dominate that Magic Sword...? How on earth... Co-could it be!? The Sacred Sword! Was the answer in the Sacred Sword!? To suppress even that Magic Sword's power... Indeed, a Hero's Relic!!!" A moment later, Bolton, having heard Delron's story, began recording something enthusiastically with gleaming eyes. Saying he had finally discovered a way to counter the Magic Sword. -That's it! Something like a Magic Sword is nothing before a Sacred Sword! However, the parts related to Magic Swords require much more verification, so be sure to take note of that. "...What was that just now, Jallak? It's not like it's an insurance commercial-" Next, Risir began discussing the details related to Magic Sword tracking with Bolton. Conversations went back and forth about how "our Expedition will do this and that, so you in Tormund should do this and that." "Is it really okay to do this..." Bolton still seemed bewildered but ultimately nodded. The Magic Sword that suddenly disappeared. The internal traitor whose existence was confirmed but identity unrevealed. The Magic Sword that vanished without a trace while threatening Tormund. In such a situation, when they could receive help from one who dominated the Magic Sword, what was there to hesitate about! Bolton promised that if only the Magic Sword's recovery was achieved, he would fulfill all the conditions the Expedition desired. "If you rest, I'll quickly select and send those who will assist with this mission!" Afterwards, Risir and Alenza moved to the Mansion's Guest Room following their guidance. Thus, Alenza excitedly explored the spacious Guest Room- How long had Risir been quietly watching that from the side? "Hm? Already?" This was Risir's reaction to the knock that could be heard. He thought the personnel arrangement Bolton had mentioned was completed faster than expected. "Oh..." Alenza was admiring the city view spread out below the window. Risir left her behind and greeted the visitor. When he opened the door, a maid bowed to him. "Lord Risir. There was a message from Lord Bolton." Risir's gaze unconsciously turned toward her lips. Because the somewhat dark color of those lips seemed to have a purplish tint. Then it turned toward her body. 'A Swordsman?' The maid was hiding it, but it was clearly visible to Risir's eyes. The spirit of that sharply honed and trained body. 'Come to think of it, didn't they say everyone in the Mansion belongs to the Sword Sheath of Pofendal?' Risir nodded and responded to the maid's words. "Yes. Please tell me." Instead of speaking, the maid handed him a book. "This is...?" "Lord Bolton requested that you immediately familiarize yourself with the contents of that notebook." "Immediately?" "Ah!" When Risir literally tried to open the book immediately, the maid waved her hands in alarm. "Since someone at the bottom like me shouldn't know the contents, please wait until after I leave-" "Ah, I understand." "Thank you. Then I'll take my leave-" And so the maid left. Risir observed the book once more. At first glance, it was an ordinary book. Too ordinary, which was perhaps the problem. "Beloved Confectionery?" Risir questioned the book's title written on the cover. However, he immediately shrugged his shoulders. "Since it's a secretive group, they probably store information secretly too." He opened [Beloved Confectionery]. *** "..." The maid stood quietly in front of the door, suppressing her presence. A moment later, her purplish lips drew an eerie line. "About time..." She thought. By now those troublemakers would have read the 'Succession Book.' Their brains would have been overwritten by that 'evil object' in the form of a book. The maid closed her eyes and placed her hand on the door handle. And the moment she opened that door- "Huh? What's the matter?" A male voice was heard. 'Oh no! Could it be he hasn't read it yet!?' What a slow fool. The maid cursed him inwardly and opened her eyes again. And as she hurriedly tried to create a kind smile- "Huh?" She became bewildered. [Beloved Confectionery] The man was clearly holding that 'Succession Book' open and taking in its pages with his eyes. "Wh-what...-" All sorts of thoughts were rising in the maid's mind when. "Excuse me, was this delivered correctly?" Risir spoke as if he didn't understand. "..." The maid unconsciously nodded her head. As he said, in the Succession Book- No, something seemed wrong with that book. 'Did the Succession Book transfer somewhere else in the meantime?' "Here, would you like to see?" Risir thrust the book toward the maid. It was the moment the maid carelessly caught the edge of that page in her sight. [UNDECIPHERABLE GIBBERISH WHO RUINS THE WHOLE PAGE, LITERALLY] Characters rising like a mirage began to fill the maid's mind completely. The maid's pupils overflowed with black letters as if they had fallen into ink. "!!!!!" She turned her head with swift movements unbefitting a maid. And then unconsciously cried out. "E-evil object...!" "Evil object?" Risir raised his guard at those words. Not knowing if the maid's words were directed at him.