I Can See Your Code

I see your code (51)

He grabbed the body of the fallen mercenary and threw it around. not dead just fainted

I looked at the club in my hand for a moment.

[IT-A-144]

A grade A item, the spirit of the club.

It’s grade A, but it’s a gag weapon with a funny name and effect. A surplus item whose only thing is that when you hit it, your mind will flash for a while. It doesn’t even have attack power.

Naturally, there were no users who used it, and no users were interested in it, but in fact, this weapon has one hidden effect.

That is, if you use it on an opponent who is in a mental state abnormality, you will be stunned.

It is an essential item for attacking Byron, but it solved the needlessly high grade of 3,000 points for 1,000 points by changing the code.

I should say I’m glad I didn’t have to break the cumbersome quest. To get it, you have to work hard for a few days.

“… … Rihanna?”

When I turned my head to the voice, I saw Arina healing the fallen Rakian. Naturally, my eyes went to Rakian first.

A hole in the abdomen. It would be a wound that would not be strange if it were Earth, but it is not a big deal by the standards of the Velia Continent where the priest is located. Because I was born with one trauma treatment.

The question is whether there is any remaining divine power. It was difficult to judge the divine power because it did not look like a code.

She opened her mouth to Arina.

“Can it be cured?”

“Yes Yes? ah… … I don’t have much strength left right now, so I only have enough to stop the bleeding… … .”

Before he could finish speaking, he threw the potion out of his arms.

“Spray a potion to heal. And give it to others.”

“yes… … not! Why are you here?”

Arina looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Can’t you see? Support came.”

“How do you know where… … No, what do you think is more helpful than that?”

“Such help.”

He pointed to the fallen mercenary.

[NPC-1-MC-A]

Male mercenary class A. At that level, the proportion of named names is quite high, but he doesn’t seem to be. It was just a code that meant a simple NPC.

“… … Were you hiding your power?”

Arina still asked with a puzzled face. Looks like a question I’ve asked a few times already.

“It’s just a command.”

“… … What kind of trick do you use to get an A grade down like that?”

“It doesn’t matter now. Treat people first. There are still nine more left.”

As if Arina agreed to my words, she quickly moved the potion. Seeing that, I was relieved.

It’s not really a secret, but when I asked where you got these things, I was wondering what to say. It can’t be said that a bird asked for it from the sky.

He sighed and turned his gaze to look at the approaching mercenaries.

There were names that I remember, and there were supporting roles that didn’t matter much. The one thing they have in common is that neither of them are worthy of me to deal with.

The guy you just knocked down was insane and a surprise attack, and you wouldn’t be able to even get close to it normally.

“Hmm… … .”

But there was no problem. Because none of them were sane.

* * *

‘… … What the hell?’

Circe thought as she sat down in her seat.

‘I felt it when I was fighting myself… … It’s a bit harsh.’

Let’s say that Class A guys can’t even connect with each other. If you meet for the first time and cannot complement each other, you may even give up on the relationship altogether.

‘There is no sharpness in the attack.’

There are things that are better seen from a distance than when you experience them yourself. This fight is just that. I could see things that I couldn’t feel in a situation where I was in a hurry just to endure.

‘The feeling of performing the entered action.’

Class A are humans with fighting skills imprinted on their bodies. Crazy people who can perform actions even unconsciously. Until such people move their bodies, their reaction is slowing down one beat at a time.

‘… … Did you even dominate the unconscious?’

Uncle Byron’s abilities had been guessed to some extent. Because I’ve been through it once before. But I never imagined that it would rule over the unconscious.

‘More interesting than that… … .’

Circe saw Ryan fighting.

It was neither skillful nor sophisticated. The movement of a beginner who has just learned martial arts.

No matter how late the beat was, it was impossible to avoid the A-class mercenary’s attack. the problem is… … .

‘I’m avoiding everything… … .’

What’s even more surprising is that all of those attacks are reacting before they even happen.

It is the sound of sensing every minute movement of the opponent and knowing all the techniques to use with only those small movements.

If it moves before attack, is there any way to reach it?

‘… … Is that possible?’

First of all, you must know all the thousands of technologies that exist on the continent. It’s not just at the level of knowing the name, it’s perfect from the preparation to the action.

Besides, knowing the information does not end there. In order to guess what kind of skill it is just with the preparatory movement, you’ll have to repeat that skill hundreds or thousands of times.

Thousands of times per skill. Thousands of it.

Regardless of where you could get such an education, it was not a physically possible time. Because Rian is a boy who is not even twenty years old. I don’t know if it’s a genius who can realize everything just by looking at it once.

‘… … Do you have the ability to foretell the future?’

It looked pretty credible. Always having a relaxed attitude as if he had found his position and knew everything. Where should I get one or two?

Whether it was a genius talent or the ability to predict the future, one thing was certain.

‘monster.’

And fortunately, I am on the same side as that person.

I’m in a situation where I’ve been mortgaged for half my life in the name of a favor, so it won’t be bad if the person I can’t betray has good abilities.

He didn’t know all of Uncle Byron’s abilities, but it didn’t seem like he could defeat him with any abilities.

Seeing Rian in battle, Sirke smiled brightly.

* * *

How come there aren’t any cubs coming to help?

I thought, avoiding the spear that was stabbing me at my side.

I even threw a potion to tell him to heal quickly, but I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. If you take your eyes off it for even a moment, you can’t even look at it because you’re going to die.

Then the code came up on the left.

[SK-1-143]

Defeat the warrior-only skill. I looked at it and turned to the right. shhh! As set, the attack cut in diagonally. From a close distance, the sword passed me by.

“Mr. X.”

He turned around and sighed. It should be said that it is ironic that they are holding out thanks to a large number of opponents.

Those who can’t be linked are rushing in like some kind of action movie stuntman and holding on.

I took a stance again and looked at the mercenaries.

Two named, seven supporting actors.

In fact, a name is not necessarily strong. Characters that appear briefly are also named first. The farmer who introduced himself to the main character passing by is also called a name.

But those two were the guys I remember.

Allen the loss and the piercing Boldhelm.

Those who are rated at the top of Grade A.

If I had to pick the stronger one out of the two, I would have picked Allen. Because he has tricky abilities. But now he’s insane. Rather, it will be weaker than the supporting actors. The real problem is Boldhelm.

“You’re like a wild boar.”

piercing. He was just worthy of that name. Because he’s a madman who trained only stabbing. Compatibility was also the worst. simple sting. There is no pattern or anything. They just attack at an overwhelming speed.

The fact that I, who was at the level of C, have avoided so far is close to a miracle.

He quickly turned his gaze and looked towards the Paladins. Maybe the wound was worse than I thought, but now it was slowly waking up. It will take a little longer to join.

“after… … .”

The original plan was to stun me with a club while they caught their attention. Even though most of them were apprentices, I didn’t know they would fall without any exceptions.

“… … .”

I didn’t insult them because they were useless.

The reason I have endured longer is not because I am greater than them, but because I know that it is because of my humble privilege as a producer.

Even if I vomit regret, I did not have the right to curse the sweat they shed.

But those thoughts didn’t help either. Because Voldhelm was in the middle of a stabbing motion with a crude sword.

“Why are you holding up your sword when you’re only going to use that bastard stab?”

If you use a spear, you’d probably be aiming for an S-class. are you sick?

Although he grumbled, he concentrated all his attention on the opponent.

The ‘Azif’s Promise’, which blocks an attack once, has been used for a long time. There is no other way than to avoid it purely with my own skills.

Voldhelm leaned slightly and grabbed the hilt with his left hand. Then, with his right foot outstretched, he rushed forward. Shoo! I heard the sound of the wind breaking.

He didn’t pay attention to any of them, and he didn’t even listen to the sound.

Voldhelm’s stab is special. It wasn’t the movement I knew, nor the speed at which I could react.

Instead, I looked only at the opponent’s left arm holding the sword.

I never learned swordsmanship, but I used it as a reference when creating skills and studied theory. In a one-handed stab, the arm rotates clockwise just before the attack.

It is an inevitable phenomenon that cannot be avoided by even a master of stabbing. I just trusted that information.

He concentrated his mind by circulating the psychic power that was now possible to send with both legs.

one step. two steps. For some reason, images that are impossible for me to see are engraved in my mind. It was the information that the senses felt and transmitted to the brain, not what the eyes saw.

And when the distance between him and me was reduced to five steps, my brain sent a danger signal throughout my body.

Voldhelm’s left arm was twisting clockwise. As soon as I felt it, my breath that had been clogged came out.

“… … Suck!”

All you need is one touch. Stun them before they catch up. By exploding the soul energy gathered in the legs, it penetrated the empty right side of the opponent.

Voldhelm’s sword, which was pointing to the left, followed me like a snake.

It is by no means easy to change the direction of the sword that was stabbing at that speed in an instant. I couldn’t even imagine how much training it must have taken to reach that level. At least, it was clear that the time was incomparable to me.

If it was normal, that sword would have pierced me first before my attack could reach.

No, actually, it still is. No matter how slow the response is, he has a speed that cannot be compared to me.

okay.

If only I was a little later or faster than the twist of the left arm.

Whoops!

The club touched Voldhelm’s side. His sword was only a span away from my body. Soon after, Boldhelm’s body thumped! fell down with a sound.

“phew.”

Sweat was dripping all over his body, probably because he had entered a state of extreme concentration. I looked back, fanning my hands, and the survivors of the temple were looking at me with their mouths wide open.

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