The Berserker’s Second Playthrough in the Game - Chapter 101



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Episode 101 Judgment of Atala (4)

Kadim sat down on a stone chair in the waiting area.

The other gladiators were startled and left in a hurry. Not only did he look like he was covered in blood, but it was because he had watched the entire previous game through the iron bars. Being with a monster that single-handedly butchered 24 people was not an easy task, even for someone with considerable courage.

On the other hand, there were those who ran as if they had been waiting.

“Thank you for your hard work, I will get better… … ! It’s truly amazing that you can fight and win against so many gladiators alone! First of all, wipe the blood off first!”

Duncan came over and handed me a cotton cloth. Kadim unconsciously accepted that and then furrowed his eyebrows.

“How did you get in here?”

“yes?”

“Didn’t you stop the gladiators from coming in from outside?”

“Uh… … You didn’t stop me when I sneaked in? It seemed like you didn’t even know I was there.”

Kadim burst out laughing. Your knack for hiding your popularity is still excellent. She wiped the blood and sweat with a cloth and gestured to see what she was holding in her other hand.

“Well, this is the wine I bought in Galentana! I was worried because the weather was very hot, but because it was a new wine, it ripened very well without any pause. “Your throat will burn from sweating, so take a sip first!”

Blood and wine, it was a fantastic combination. I accepted the glass without hesitation.

But at that moment, without thinking, Chalang looked down at the bloody liquid.

A sharp impulse pierced my brain.

Kadim frowned and ground his molars. Yeah, damn it… … It’s been a while since I drank demon blood. After killing that giant crow monster, I haven’t touched a single drop of it.

“I… … Why are you doing this, Nairi? Anything wrong with the wine… … ?”

There was no need to talk nonsense. She shook her head and took a sip of her glass.

What Duncan said was not wrong. Although it did not taste cool and clean, the wine ripened appropriately and gave off a balanced and fragrant flavor. When I drank it all in one gulp and exhaled, the strong scent of grapes came to me. Even though I couldn’t satisfy my thirst for blood… … .

Kadim wiped his mouth and glanced at Duncan.

“So, what do you have to say?”

“Huh? Oh, oh, that’s… … .”

There was no way he would have come here in such a hurry when he had no business. Duncan, whose intentions had been discovered, hesitated for a while before opening his mouth.

“… … Your Majesty, I, by any chance, did I do something presumptuous last time?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I was having a conversation with the king of the arena, Lord Ubik, but he barged in… … Nauri offered gold if he became champion… … “That is.”

Yubik had tricked him into thinking he was giving him a small sum of money, but in fact he had made a proposal that would bankrupt him. It seemed that he had been upset that he had done such a thing without permission, so he had come running in a hurry to please him.

Kadim snickered and burst into laughter.

“It doesn’t matter. I think it’s better. Didn’t you promise to give me so much gold and silver that I wouldn’t be able to use it all in a lifetime? If I could get that much gold, it would be enough to keep my promise.”

Duncan shook off his worries and smiled brightly. He had a gloomy expression after hearing his next words.

“If you can carry it with you.”

“… … .”

Duncan was agonizing over how he would carry the mountain of gold, but he had no fear that Khadim would not become a champion.

Kadim watched the scene silently for a moment, then suddenly took on a stern expression.

“And, anyway… … I was planning on punishing that sign somehow.”

“… … yes? “Why?”

“He has enriched himself through this damned hall of corruption that turns the ‘struggle’ into nothing more than a spectacle. It would be an appropriate judgment if he vomited all the blood he had swallowed. In addition, if we kill the fake Great Warrior and retrieve ‘Atala’s Judgment’… … “There is only one person left in this city who needs to be killed.”

“… … “Who is that, Nauri?”

“… … .”

Duncan swallowed nervously. Kadim’s eyes were focused on the dark corner of the other side. He never answered who it was. Duncan hesitated and then sensibly left.

The space was left alone after even the peddlers were kicked out.

I slowly got up and headed inside. We left the perimeter of the waiting area and reached a closed area where light could not reach. In the exact center of the place, there was a stone tablet with ancient writing written on it that I had found earlier.

Kadim stepped on the stone slab and glared at it with heavy eyes.

“Are you listening, Priestess of the Wilderness?”

An answer that doesn’t come back.

“The great warrior of Atala has returned.”

Nevertheless, the voice rings sternly.

“You will definitely pay the price for abandoning your role as a messenger and driving out the great warrior.”

*

Goltaran, the angry horn of Agon, frowned.

“Why on earth are you doing this, miko?”

“… … .”

“If there is a problem, talk about it. Does it make sense that this has been going on for several days and nothing has happened? Are you really trying to deceive the great warrior chosen by Atala?”

“… … No, it’s really nothing. No need to worry at all… … . You should focus solely on recovering your body with elixirs, Great Warrior… … .”

It’s already been almost 20 years since we met. Gol Taran knew very well that the shaman was a very strong and energetic woman for her age.

But recently, after something strange happened, the person has completely changed. The shaman had been breathing heavily and shaking for several days now. It was as if she had aged hundreds of years all at once, something she had forgotten about.

It was a sign that could not be overlooked. Goltarran was already relying heavily on the author, both mentally and physically. However, the priestess only repeated that she should not worry about it, and did not reveal the truth at all.

“Is there something wrong with your body? Or is there something wrong with this relic? Or is there something unpleasant happening outside?”

“… … .”

“Shit! Speak, speak! “That way, I can just focus on recovering my body!”

BAM!

Goltaran couldn’t hold back any longer and slammed his fist down. The shining flower buds and bushes swayed, and a turbulent ripple arose in the half-shrinking golden pool.

But when the vibrations stopped, the priestess suddenly straightened her back and stared at the ceiling.

A new worry appeared in his clouded eyes.

“this… … oh my god.”

“… … “Why do you do that?”

“Your compatriots are being dragged away… … The slaves you promised to free someday… … They are being led away, chained together, and whipped viciously, to the north of the city… … .”

Goltaran’s forehead twisted viciously.

The reason he fought in the arena for half his life was solely to eradicate those who looked down on Atallain and save his captured compatriots. I don’t know what the circumstances were, but if something like that was happening, he could never leave it alone.

Goltaran got out of the puddle, dried himself off, and put on some clothes. The shaman was embarrassed and stuttered her words.

“Ah, no, Grandmaster… … Are you going out right now?

“Yes.”

“Ji, now is not a good time, so wait for later! Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet, and you don’t know who you’ll meet outside or what will happen, and, and, and… … .”

“So, are you telling me to just lie in that ditch, splash around in the water, and watch my people being sold away?”

“… … .”

“… … I’ll tell you the reason why I was shaking like a rat for several days when I came back.”

Eventually, he put on his horned helmet, firmly grasped the battle ax with a shining black blade, and headed out to the exit of the ruins.

The priestess of the wilderness could not even get up from her seat until the very end. The skin that had clung to her was squeezing the old man. She chewed on the anxiety that was rising like poison and prayed earnestly.

Please, I hope that the Great Warrior you created will not clash with the ‘Return of the Great Warrior’… … .

*

To the north of the outskirts of Agon, the sun poured down so hot that it seemed as if it would peel off the skin of the cracked wasteland.

But that was nothing compared to the vicious whipping that really stripped the skin and made the blood spurt out.

“You bastard, don’t you go quickly? “Why don’t you go quickly?”

Wow! Wow!

The child in chains felt.

A feeling of heat that sends goosebumps down your spine and makes your ears become hot. A feeling of exhaustion that makes your shoulders shake and your legs feel loose. A terrible pain, as if the entire skin of my back was being ripped off.

“Ahhh… … Ahhh… … Aaaaaaaaa!! Aaaaaaaaa!! Mom ah!! “Mommy!!”

“What? You bastard! You bastard! Where is your mom here? am i your mom am i your mom “Am I your mother?”

“Aaaaaaa!! Aaaaaaaaa!!”

Zzz, zzz, zzz!

Even though the child was lying covered in blood, the supervisor continued to whip him without mercy. The other Atala slaves who were tied up in a row froze in shock at Inmyeonsu-sim’s viciousness.

A grayish old slave stepped forward.

“Stop it! What are you saying that she did so wrong? And if the Great Master finds out that you did this, do you think he will be silent?”

The great warrior of Atala, the angry horn of Agon.

That name was a strong shield that protected these helpless slaves. No matter how vicious the supervisor was, there was no one who didn’t get nervous when they heard that name.

But the supervisor wasn’t scared at all, and instead just glared.

“What, you… … just now, were you threatening me?”

“Well, it’s not like that, but… … .”

“Kuhhhhhh… … This is ridiculous, damn it. Anyway, Agon’s angry horn has thrown away all the savage habits… … So, where is that great warrior right now, brat? He’s been out of the city for a long time already? And do you know that even in Agon, he hasn’t been seen for over a week?”

“… … .”

“Ha, for a bastard who doesn’t know anything to step forward… … .”

The moment I sarcastically raise my whip again, a dark shadow falls behind me.

The supervisor felt his heart sink. His stomach lurched as he felt an ominous sense of foreboding. He instinctively tried to run away before something happened… …

Before that, a pitch-black axe blade struck his back.

Fur – ugh!

“Sigh! Hehe, hehe… … .”

“… … .”

The supervisor, who was gasping for breath, was hit once more with an axe and died with his broken spine exposed.

Goltarran kicked the corpse away indifferently and wiped the blood from the axe blade.

“Ugh! Ah, the angry horn of Agon!”

“Oh, shit! What the! I heard you were in hiding, but why at a time like this… … .”

“Huh!! “Bounce, bounce, fuck!”

The other supervisors, whose feet were numb, ran away screaming. The slaves were so moved that they knelt down and bowed their heads.

“Oh, great, great warrior!”

“Daejeonsa! “Daejeonsa has finally returned!!”

“The Great Master has come to save us!”

The child who had been whipped was still unable to properly control his body. Gol Taran approached the bloodied child and held out her hand.

“… … Can you get up?”

“Huh, Daejeonsa… … ?”

Even as he struggled between life and death in unspeakable pain, the child’s eyes shone brightly like starlight-filled beads.

The eyes of a great hero, looking up at his brilliant idol. For some reason, looking at him made him feel an indescribable guilt. The great warrior, who had lost his confidence and was wavering, could not look at those eyes for long.

No. I don’t deserve that kind of gaze…

Goltaran quickly turned his gaze towards the others. These were not that unfamiliar faces.

“You guys… … “They are slaves of the Uvik superpower.”

“Yes, yes, that’s right, Grand Master… … .”

“Why did you come out here instead of staying at the mansion? “I was definitely promised not to hand you over to someone else.”

Ubik respected Goltaran’s love for his people and promised not to sell Atalan slaves until ransom was received. Of course, the reality was that a leash was put on the champion to control it… … .

This answer soon emerged from among the chattering slaves.

“That… … We don’t know either. However, I heard that the Great Lord handed us over to someone, and I think that person may have disposed of us because he needed money urgently… … .”

“… … .”

Goltaran narrowed his brows. You handed over so many of your compatriots to someone else, knowing full well how I would react?

This was definitely not caused by someone else. This was probably a plan designed by Ubik to summon himself from hiding. But even Ubik doesn’t know that if he does something like this, he will end up with himself… … .

The pupils beneath the helmet glowed ominously, and the muscles of his face were distorted menacingly. However, he quickly hid his expression when he met the eyes of those watching him.

“… … First, I will return to Agon. I will meet with the Great Leader and talk to him in person.”

“Yes! I understand, Your Majesty!”

The slaves followed the hero with bright smiles. Goltarran led the way back to Agon, holding the bloody child in one hand and gripping the handle of his axe in the other.

If he had sold out his compatriots for some trivial reason, he decided to cut the king of the arena in half.