Arknightcraft Modpack (Steve in Terra) (Minecraft x Arknight)

Steven wasn't entirely sure how this group of fearsome fish monsters had managed to find him.

According to Kal'tsit, the scent of Gladiia's blood on him should have dissipated by now, so theoretically, these creatures shouldn't still be drawn to him.

But none of that mattered.

Right now, he just wanted to find someone—or something—to fight.

Like a human missile, he charged straight into the frontlines where the Penal Battalion and the fish monsters were locked in combat. With a resounding crash, Steven slammed his Netherite Sword into the ground.

The sheer force of the impact caused spiderweb cracks to spread across the earth beneath him. The shockwave that accompanied his landing carved a clear division in the battlefield, temporarily separating the Penal Battalion soldiers from the monstrous creatures.

All eyes turned to Steven at the center of the battlefield. He met their varied stares—ranging from shock to awe—without a hint of hesitation.

In fact, Steven thrived on this feeling, the world's attention fixated squarely on him.

This was the kind of recognition a successful transmigrator deserved, wasn't it?

With a slight pull, he yanked his Netherite Sword—buried deep in the ground from the force of his landing—back into his grasp. Raising his head, he surveyed the grotesque marine creatures that filled the battlefield.

That's when his gaze fell on one particularly conspicuous monster. Even among this bizarre horde, it stood out like a crane among chickens.

There was no mistaking it. While the other monsters were marked as red dots on his minimap, this one was labeled with a skull icon—reserved for elite enemies in most games.

"Come on, let's duel. Just me against all of you."

Pointing the tip of his sword at what he assumed was the creature's head, Steven shouted an arrogant challenge, unconcerned whether the monster could understand him.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Penal Battalion were stopped by Carmen and his two companions, who arrived belatedly and ceded the stage to Steven.

After all, Carmen was curious to see just what this young man, someone Kal'tsit herself regarded with such caution, was capable of.

Before Steven even finished speaking, he left a fading afterimage where he stood, charging into the swarm of monsters.

He wasn't about to risk one of them suddenly breaking out into human speech and pulling some nonsense about being friends. That'd be too much to handle. Better not give them the chance—kill first, talk later.

Without any fancy techniques or adherence to specific swordsmanship styles, Steven simply swung his Netherite Sword, carving through the horde like a lawnmower.

No matter the type or size of the monster, any creature that stood in his way was cut down in a single swing. Sometimes, his strikes even bisected four or five monsters at once.

This was raw, overwhelming strength.

Steven never understood why most games treated strength and speed as separate attributes. In his experience, as long as you were strong enough, speed naturally followed.

"Killing like this is satisfying, sure, but the lack of AoE is a problem. I should figure out how to get a magic mod or something with decent AoE effects."

Even while mowing down the monsters in front of him, Steven found himself distracted, pondering potential upgrades.

In no time, he had cleared a path through the once-chaotic horde, leaving behind a field of monster corpses.

At that moment, a long, resonant howl echoed from behind the monster ranks, halting their charge towards Steven, the unfeeling battlefield meat grinder.

Steven also paused, turning toward the source of the sound.

It was the same elite creature he had noticed at the start—the one that seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Human, return our kin to us."

The creature, labeled Seaborn: The First To Talk above its head, extended a mucus-covered claw toward Steven as it spoke—not in the guttural snarls of the other monsters, but in a voice resembling the local Iberian dialect.

"I'll give you this."

Steven's expression twitched briefly before he charged at the creature without hesitation.

Seriously, he'd just been joking earlier. Who'd have thought there'd actually be a talking monster? To prevent it from pulling any more tricks—like begging for mercy halfway through—he decided to strike first.

If the thing couldn't talk, it couldn't weasel its way out of a beating, right?

Initially, he'd planned to save this obvious boss for last after cutting down the smaller fry, but since it had decided to step up, Steven was more than happy to oblige.

In the blink of an eye, Steven—who had been standing on a pile of monster corpses—appeared in front of The First To Talk. Without using his sword, he threw a single punch that sent the creature flying.

"Commander, did you catch that speed?"

Dario, who had been observing from the sidelines, felt a newfound appreciation for his earlier decision. Hearing Irene's account of how this youth had singlehandedly held off the Sea Terrors had sounded exaggerated, but now it seemed like she might have understated it.

Even at his current level of skill, Dario couldn't track Steven's movements. Once the boy moved at full speed, it was practically indistinguishable from teleportation.

Not even his teacher would be capable of such feats.

The aged saint shook his head. He, too, had been unable to follow Steven's movements. As much as he hated to admit it, even if he were decades younger, he doubted he'd be able to keep up.

What truly terrified Carmen, however, was Steven's sheer explosive power. The cracks in the ground from his initial landing and the devastation among the monster corpses painted a clear picture.

Some monsters hadn't even been struck directly by the sword; they'd been torn apart by the shockwaves alone. Just how much raw power would it take to produce attacks of that magnitude?

Even more alarming was the fact that Carmen hadn't sensed any trace of Originium Arts or other mystical techniques from Steven. This meant the boy was relying solely on his physical strength.

What kind of human monster was this? Even the Abyssal Hunters didn't possess such a level of physical prowess.

"Whatever the case, it's best to avoid making an enemy of him. For now, at least, he seems to be safe for Iberia."

Carmen's aged eyes gleamed with caution. His years of experience as an Inquisitor told him this young man wasn't inherently chaotic or evil. For now, he could only trust his instincts.

However, what happened next shook his confidence.

The boy, standing amidst the monster corpses, picked up The First To Talk with one hand and let out a chilling "Keh keh keh keh keh" laugh that sounded anything but virtuous.

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