A hundred and eighty-two days into the experienceâŠ
Skaya used the rooftops to travel around downtown. The landscape blurred behind her.
âThereâs still a lotâŠâ
There was still a lot of scum to clean up in the city. She stopped and looked down, tired.
âShit, itâs the Archmage!â
âShe saw us! Attack!â
The fiends hiding beneath the building started to attack. Spikes shot toward the roof, and explosions filled the air.
âI think weââ one of the fiends started.
âFinish that sentence, and Iâll rip you apart.â At their comradeâs words, they shut up.
Through the thick smoke from the explosions, they could still clearly see the figure of a robed mage.
âDammit! Sheâs still alive!â
âW-We didnât kill her, but we mustâve done substantial damage! SoâŠ!â
âSorry to disappoint, but Iâm perfectly fine.â
Woosh!
Skaya waved her hand, and the smoke was instantly blown away. The wind was then directed toward the fiends.
âCurse youâŠOld womanâŠ!â[1]
âO-Old woman? That stings.â[2]
â...?â The fiends squinted, unable to understand what she had just said.
â...Do people not say that these days?â she mumbled dryly. Her magic grew fiercer as her mood soured. The wind had merely been pushing the fiends back a bit, but its temperament quickly changed.
â...!â
âI-itâs so strong.â
The wind started to cut through their clothes and skin. The cuts started to multiply, starting with one, two, threeâŠfourfivesixseveneightnineteneleven⊠Their blood also started to get swept into the air, and it seemed more lustrous than usual.
âIâll make you regret calling me an old woman.â
âI-if we apologize, will you spareâŠ?â
âNonsense. Obviously, youâll be paying with your life.â
Then, there was an explosionâŠ
Booooom!
Skaya blew up the building and the street they were on. She watched as shards of bones fell from the sky.
âTheyâre both dead.â After confirming that, she skipped back over to the roof and leaped away. Her magic sensor picked up the traces of more fiends.
âJust how many of them are there?â she wondered out loud.
[There are ten of them left. Weâll be done with the downtown area soon.]
âSo annoying. I wanted to finish cleaning up everything at the beach before Jun-Ho returned.â
[We still have thirty minutes left, so do your best.]
âWhy do you sound so condescending? How many have you killed so far?â
[Twenty-seven.]
â...Just you wait.â Skaya had only killed twenty-five so far. She picked up her pace.
***
Two hundred and fifty days into the experienceâŠ
âI brought him in.â
âHm, this is the guy?â A trembling man was forced down in front of Gu Shi-On. He was the one who hadnât been able to carry out the Fiend Associationâs orders. âTsk, you shouldâve listened from the start. Youâre making more work for the both of us.â He slapped the manâs cheek and summoned his magic.
âSpend the next two weeks reflecting on your actions, okay?â Gu Shi-On started looking for an empty room for his new tenant. âHm?â
His eyes narrowed when he saw a certain room in the goshiwon window. â...Hey.â
âYes, Gu Shi-On-nim.â The Despair Squadron member bowed politely.
âWhat time is it?â
â5:40 PM, sir.â
â...â
Gu Shi-On's face fell.
âIâm pretty sure I put Seo Jun-Ho in there exactly at 5.â
In twenty minutes, a year would have passed inside the room.
But somehow, Seo Jun-Ho seemed perfectly fine.
âOr maybe he isnât?â
He was talking to himself. Some people could endure for this long every once in a while, and they would go half-crazy and create imaginary people in their heads, as they couldnât cope with the loneliness.
âBut other than thatâŠâ
Seo Jun-Ho seemed much better than he had expected.
Gu Shi-On didnât understand why.
âEven though heâs the Player who killed Pride, he should still be a novice.â
Not even veteran Players could last a year in the goshiwon. Actually, they rarely even survived half a year. They would either go crazy before then, or they would take their own lives.
âSo why does he look perfectly fine?â
Other than the fact that he was talking to an imaginary friend, Seo Jun-Ho looked perfectly normal. Though the goshiwon stopped any physical changes in the body, the one thing that could change was the look in their eyes.
âPeople can usually push through for a monthâŠâ
But once they realized they would be trapped inside for a year, not a month, the light in their eyes would disappear. After barely being able to survive a month, they couldnât cope with the fact that they would have to do it over again eleven more times.
â...He makes me nervous. I should order an ambush for him once he comes out of the goshiwon.â
Gu Shi-On couldnât get rid of the lingering feeling of unease in his heart. âConnect me to Port Lane.â
âYes, sir.â The fiend frowned once they connected to the telepathic line with the others. â...Captain, somethingâs wrong.â
âWhat is?â
âIâve lost all contact with the fiends dispatched to the downtown area. That meansâŠâ
It could only mean one of these three things: a high-level mage had destroyed their communication line, the fiends themselves had disconnected from the line, orâŠ
âIf itâs not one of those two, the only possibility is that the ones connected to the line are already deadâŠâ
A total of ninety-eight fiends had been dispatched to Port Lane. Aside from Pride and his Squadron members, the remaining eighty had been dispatched to the downtown area to kill off all the residents.
âBut all eighty of them were killed?â
The Squadron member pursed their lips, unable to say anything. No matter what had actually happened, the Fiend Association wouldnât be pleased.
Gu Shi-On glared down at the fiend at his feet. â...You get a year.â
âH-huh? PleaseâŠGu Shi-On-nim, please spare meâŠI didnât do this!â The fiend wailed as he was teleported away from this world. However, Gu Shi-On didnât feel any better. He turned his attention to Seo Jun-Hoâs room.
âWhat is this bastard?â
It bothered him. He had expected Seo Jun-Ho to kill himself, but he was coping with it just fine.
âAndâŠâ
His skill was strong, but it came with several restrictions. One of them was that he couldnât trap the same person in a room twice. Though, there was an exception.
âI can do it if someone consents, but no sane person would do that.â
In other words, this would be the first, and the last time Seo Jun-Ho would be locked up in this room.
Gu Shi-On gnashed his teeth. âCall up the Squadron. Tell them to hurry up with the Leviathan.â
It was already 5:43. There were only seventeen minutes left until Seo Jun-Ho returned.
***
Three hundred and sixty-four days into the experienceâŠ
â...â
There was nothing in the room. It was free of all noise and disruptions. Seo Jun-Ho was sitting in the lotus position with his eyes closed, locked in a deep meditative state.
[YouâŠHow could you do this to me?!]
[Because I love you! I did it for love!]
Meanwhile, the Frost Queen was lying on the bed, watching a drama with earphones.
âPhew.â Just then, Seo Jun-Ho ended his long meditation and slowly opened his eyes. They seemed to glint, briefly lighting up the goshiwon room.
âYou scared me.â The Frost Queen flinched and took out her earphones. âAre you awake, Contractor?â
âYeah. I feel like I had just woken up from a deep sleep.â
âYou didnât fall asleep while meditating, did you?â she accused.
âItâs just a figure of speech. I did it properly.â He grinned and stood from his seat. He tapped on Vita and nodded. âIt has been three hundred and sixty-four days. Weâll be going back in just a few minutes.â
âThis was the longest year of my life.â
âIt wasnât that bad, though.â He gripped his hands into fists. It was hard to put into words just how much he had learned. âMaybe thatâs why I feel a bit sad about leaving.â He actually wished he could be trapped here for about two or three more years. âShould I ask him to extend my stay for another month?â
âContractor, this is not a karaoke place.â[3]
â...Yeah, I suppose it wouldnât be possible.â Playersâ Skills werenât all-powerful. Even though the skill had trapped him here for one year, it probably came with various restrictions.
âTime probably flows differently here, and he probably canât use it consecutively.â
It was time to go back now. It had been a while since he had trained like this, and it brought back good memories of the past. However, he couldnât stay here forever. There were too many people who needed his help, and there were too many pesky fiends out there as well.
âI hope⊠The Port Lane mission isnât over yet.â However, he wasnât worried about the two friends he had left behind. He trusted them. They werenât weaklings who needed his help. They were comrades who always had his back. âAnd to be honest, I want to fight.â
His heart thumped. He wanted to test out his new techniques, the same way someone would test out a new sword. He hadnât been able to test them out in this tiny goshiwon, but he would be able to test them out in an open area.
âNow that I think about it, that bastard told me heâd see me again.â He grinned. Gu Shi-On had probably meant to be cocky, as he didnât think he would actually see Seo Jun-Ho again.
âIâm excited to see his face when he sees me again.â
Clack!
The door to the goshiwon had been locked all year, but now, it finally made a clicking sound. Seo Jun-Ho looked back at the small room, feeling like a weight had lifted off his shoulders.
âThe room is still as empty as always.â
âLet us go. I do not wish to come here again.â
âYeah, letâs go.â
He grabbed the doorknob while the Frost Queen stood next to him.
He pulled it open. Through the door's crack, he could see the bright light of the sunset.
***
Gilberto frowned.
âThis is hard...â
He and Skaya had taken out all the fiends who had infiltrated the downtown area. After that, they turned their attention to the fiends at the beach, who were fighting an unrecognizable monster. There were eighteen of them in total. [4]
âThe Pride and the Despair Squadron, right?â The fiends were probably part of one of these two Squadronsâthat was probably why he was having difficulty sniping them.
âIf there were only one or two of them like before, I could just shoot a guided projectileâŠâ
However, there were more than ten powerful enemies, and each of their skills managed to block his attacks. As soon as a bullet left his gun, it was rendered useless.
âNot even silent bullets or guided bullets are working on them.â
Gilberto checked how much magic power he had left. His expression turned determined.
âSkaya, do you hear me?â
[Yeah, but Iâm busy right now! Help me out, at least!] She was occupied with using flight magic over the ocean. There were three squadron members that had been assigned to take her down, as they couldnât abandon the hunt.
âIâm gonna start using stronger bullets.â
[Wait, you can do that? Why do I feel like I havenât seen them till now?]
â...I got a new weapon, you see.â Gilberto lowered his sniper rifle and took out the one Seo Jun-Ho had given him. It was as light as the first time he had held it in his hands. But unlike swords or spears, the weight of a gun wasnât an indicator of its strength. âItâs my first time using it in battle, so I donât think Iâll have full control over it.â
But it would be much more useful than just sitting around and doing nothing.
âStand by. Iâm saying this again, but itâs my first time using this.â He didnât know just how destructive his attack would be. Gilberto put his eye up to the scope and aimed toward the ocean. At the end of the horizon, the fiends looked like tiny flies.
âAs for magic power⊠Iâll put in about eighty-percent.â
Even though it was his first time using this technique, he had to put enough power into the attack. Most of his magic power was instantly poured into the body of the gun. It was enough to make him feel anemic, and his head spun from the side effects.
âUgh.â Gilberto pulled himself together. He bit his lip so hard that it bled. His trembling hands eventually stilled.
âGotta keep stillâŠâ
The only thing moving was his hair in the wind.
âAnd calm my breath...â
It would be a big mistake to assume that a sniper would have a small lung capacity. Gilberto could hold more air in his lungs than most Players.
âAnd standby...â
The gun was trembling ever so slightly, but it soon came to a complete stop. He looked more like a statue than a human being. Gilberto didnât even blink a single time as he waited.
Waiting was his favorite part of sniping.
âTake the baitâŠâ
He waited very patiently, like a skilled fisherman waiting for fish to bite.
Click.
He pulled the trigger.
The gray bullet drew a smooth arc in the air as it silently flew to the horizon.
1. Lit. âOld monsterâ â
2. She uses old-fashioned slang â
3. When you go to a karaoke place, you can ask to extend your stay whenever you want. â
4. The raws stated 13, but the numbers in the following chapters didnât add up, so we took the liberty to change it. â