The Berserker’s Second Playthrough in the Game - Chapter 214



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Episode 214. Star Crusher (3)

Frequent, Huh!

Light a fire in the oven. Add a pile of bone charcoal to increase the firepower to the point where you can’t breathe. I step on foot bellows until my joints are crushed, and I look into the oven until my eyes burn. Wait until the piece of iron, which did not budge even in the hellish heat, becomes as hot as a freshly fallen meteorite before taking it out.

Kka – ang! Kka – ang! Kka – ang!

Tsuzzzzzzzzzzzz… … .

Beating. Hit it with a hammer with all your might. The sound made by metal cooling in the cold air is similar to the scream of metal. Even though my eardrums ache from that tearing scream, it doesn’t stop. Suppressing all the pain with patience, he continues to hammer until his shoulders break and his arm muscles explode.

Pushiiiiii – !

Soak in cold water and cool quickly. Pull the pulley to raise the piece of iron and inspect the defects. In blue alchemy, in heavy steel, in red iron, in black iron… … Although we have created a mixture that does not cause brittle fracture even after quenching hundreds of times, we must not let our guard down. After carefully checking that there are no cracks or cracks on the surface, repeat the same process.

How long had he been so immersed in work?

Someone entered the gulag’s workshop.

Ki-ki-ki-ki, ku-ung… … .

Footsteps lingering near the entrance, hurriedly approaching the studio.

It couldn’t have been family members, including the blacksmith or granddaughter who worked in the workshop. Because they all evacuated to the evacuation area near the east gate. If so, it was obvious who the intruder was.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh… … .

Sure enough, a ‘gospel body’ wearing a cloth of light soon appeared in front of the studio.

It wasn’t just a ‘gospel’ either. He is the culprit who spread the ‘gospel’ in Delutana, turned his dogs into Elgar’s familiars, and let them loose on the streets, and is also a lawmaker who has a long-standing bad relationship with Gulak… … It was Ramulek Bolgar-Louis.

“… … .”

However, Gulak was unperturbed.

Kka – ang! Kka – ang!

He was once my enemy, a thorn in my side that I tried to ignore until recently, and now I didn’t even bother to look at him even though there was a monster standing right next to me who could take my life. He only concentrated on pouring bone charcoal into the oven and heating the iron.

“Please sit there in front of the table and wait. I can’t afford to entertain guests right now. “If you feel thirsty, drink something from the leather canteen.”

“[…] … .]”

Was he impressed by the blacksmith’s resoluteness, or did he think he was already prey in his mouth? … Ramulec surprisingly complied obediently. He sat down at the table without any disturbance and readily took a drink from the leather canteen.

I couldn’t even swallow a single sip and spit it all out.

“[Pfft, puhupoop – ! ]

Drops of water splashed everywhere and a foul smell spread. Ramulec is disgusted while wearing the statue of Arrogance.

“[Ugh, wow… … Pfft, pfft… … This non-believer who can’t even get away with it… … . Why on earth do you put rotten alcohol in a canteen? … .]”

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk… … It’s not rotten alcohol, it’s raw milk. “There is no liquor that tastes good to me, but I guess it doesn’t suit the taste of our ‘Counselor’ who grew up eating only precious things.”

“[…] … !]”

It’s scary to hear the old title of ‘counselor’ instead of the current title of ‘member of the National Assembly’.

Uuuuuung – !

Ramulek’s face twisted into a grim look. A fabric of light gradually scatters menacingly. Amidst the iron smell and heat, a dazzling sense of life crept in.

Even though he ended up like that, he still hasn’t completely forgotten the old days. Gulag’s wrinkled face was filled with a bitterness that was even more poisonous than rotten alcohol, as he still kept his gaze fixed on the lump of iron.

“Yeah… … . Now, I’m living a comfortable life, even running a fancy workshop in the big city and watching my granddaughter show off her talents… … But just half a year ago, I thought, “My little brat is really not human.” After being separated from my family, I lived like a loser in the countryside for almost several decades… … .”

“[…] … .]”

“The reason why it happened was because of that country councilor or something. Life was so tough that I sent my wife and children to this city first, and that bastard tried to tie my hands by taking all the money I had saved my whole life and even cutting off my heel and eating it. Well, to be exact, he didn’t cut it off… … He just brought a bastard out to eat it.”

“[…] … .]”

“That guy had a bad habit of raising things that were either wolves or dogs, and tormenting the people below him.”

He limped towards the pulley. Deep teeth marks were revealed beneath the fluttering hem of his trousers.

“Anyway, I couldn’t sleep one day because I was unhappy. I want to sleep a little bit, I wanted to. ”

“[…] … .]”

“But when I actually went to the pen… … Well, isn’t that bastard breastfeeding his pups? When he was biting my ankles, the bastard who had been going wild like some crazy dog ​​from hell, gathered a bunch of red, bloody lumps in front of his belly and lay there quietly like a very affectionate mother cow… … . Thump thump… … .”

The laughter cracked like a crack. Rusty emotions flashed through his faded eyes.

“… … How could a human being kill a mother who is caring for her child? Instead of breaking that bastard’s head, I brought him some milk. He must have some sense, but he didn’t say anything when he took food away from his own children.”

“[…] … .]”

“Well, I brought it, but I didn’t want to throw it away, and I also didn’t want to just eat it… … So I just made some alcohol… … . Well, it suited my taste, so I’ve been drinking it ever since… … .”

Cheeeeeeek, thump!

The iron was cooled and placed back on the anvil. Whirling, he swung the familiar sledgehammer in his hand. He glanced back at the uninvited guest sitting in front of the table and added one word.

“So don’t worry, Your Majesty. I have no intention of breaking your head again now.”

“[…] … .]”

“Well, I feel like I’m possessed by some kind of Elga or something right now, so I’m not sure if you understand what I’m saying… … .”

Ramulek, the former counselor of Remtana, narrowed his eyes and flashed a bright white glow.

Gulak brought a metal pole to use as a sack. It’s just a pole, and it seems like the roots of the huge pillar were pulled out. It was firmly driven into the hole drilled in the iron block and secured with a layer of padding.

Then, one last time, he started pounding the iron once more.

Kka – ang! Kka – ang! Kka – ang!

“Resentment and regret that seemed like lumps of iron… … As I was hitting this hammer, at some point it started getting chipped away. Slurp… … Yes, looking back, I think my life resembled the work of making this piece of iron.”

“[…] … .]”

“Truly, truly, there were many cruel beatings… … . When it was hot, it was so hot that even my tear ducts dried up, and when it was cold, it was so cold that it chilled me to the bone… … . It was a day when it wouldn’t have been strange if I had been shattered to pieces and turned into a useless piece of scrap metal at any moment… … .”

“[…] … .]”

“But because I endured all the rough hardening and walked this far even while limping on one foot, I finally met a benefactor who helped me regain what I had lost, and I finally gained a core that could make iron stronger than any piece of iron… … .”

Kwak – Ah!

A heavy final pounding that ends a long period of time.

“… … It’s complete. “My life, my life, a ‘masterpiece’ that changed everything from this old, miserable iron man who never let go of the hammer until the end.”

Gulak finally let go of the sledgehammer.

The wrinkles on his face increased as if he had aged by ten years in an instant. In return, a sense of comfort and ease came into his eyes. The strange heat that had been rising from the obsession of the engrossed craftsman cooled down, and the temperature in the workshop became even colder.

As if he had been waiting, Ramulek also got up from his seat. He approached him and threatened him by shoving the piece of paper he was holding in his hand.

“[Unbelievers, recite this ‘Gospel’ with earnest sincerity. Then your spirit and body will be saved from the valley of death, and like me, you will be clothed in the ‘robe of light’ given by Elgar.]”

“… … Sorry, but I’m blind. “I don’t know how to read that curly writing.”

“[Then, repeat what I say from now on. The only rightful owner of the whole world, who has looked over this land and illuminated it since the beginning, is Elga… … .]”

“No, in fact, I have no intention of believing in such a shiny god. All my life, the blacksmith’s shop has been my temple, the forging my worship, and the sound of the hammer striking my praise… .”

The moment you sweep away the lump of iron you’ve worked so hard to forge, a blue flash appears at your fingertips.

Woof – !

“… … It’s a pity, Your Majesty the Elga. This hammer-wielding old man will leave his ‘masterpiece’ to his benefactor, and will gladly die a martyr here.”

Ramulek stirred, his brow furrowing.

Soon, he hurriedly swung the fabric of light as if he was being chased by something.

S-Geng!

The head of the hammerhead was cut off. The old body fell down on the anvil, and sticky blood flowed out, soaking the hammer at his feet.

But it was already too late. The blue flash from his fingertips did not disappear. No, it grew even more intense and grew larger.

Woof, woof, woof, woof – !!

――――――― Rurrrrrrr… … .

The ceiling resonated loudly. The fire in the furnace flickered, and waves appeared on the water surface of the coolant. Amid the blooming blue brilliance, the remnants of a giant with a bushy beard appeared. When he struck the chisel with a hammer, a loud explosion occurred above the iron.

―――― Gurgling – !

The remnants of a giant who suddenly disappears after engraving a mysterious engraving on it.

It was clear what had happened.

A miracle of a god other than Elga, manifested by his will reaching heaven.

“[This, this blasphemous… … This heretic who deserves to be thrown into this hellish pit of fire aaaa …

The Gospel body roared with extreme anger and frantically swung the fabric of light.

Stand up – ! Stand up – ! Stand up – !

But even though it split the mortar, tore through the floor, and collapsed the ceiling in one fell swoop.

Old Man Sledgehammer’s ‘masterpiece’ could not even make a scratch smaller than a grain of iron powder.

*

Kadim and Duncan looked up across the icy moat toward the firmly shut south gate of Delutana.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Duncan shouts once more, just in case.

“Hey, is there anyone there!! “I’m a passing traveler. Could you please lower the gate for me?”

In response to that call, a strange noise echoed from afar.

‘… … Aaaah… … .’

‘… … Ahhh, ahhh… … .’

“… … .”

It didn’t sound like the guard was shouting that he would come and lower the drawbridge right away.

I ran as hard as I could and arrived at Delutana, but my path was blocked right in front of me. A vague shadow fell over the faces of the two people.

The sun was high in the sky for it to be curfew time… … Since it was a wartime period, access was restricted, so the guards didn’t even look out of place… … The south gate was closed, but there were footprints left that were not long ago… … . Above all, taking into account the unidentifiable screams, there was only one conclusion that could be drawn.

Something serious has happened at Delutana.

“… … Phew.”

When the way forward is blocked like this, there are not many people in the world who find a solution to smashing the gate and passing through.

But perhaps it was because he had already seen it once in the not-too-distant past. When Duncan saw the savage twitching his eyes, he had a gut feeling that the gate would soon crumble like a piece of paper.

However, the process was a little different from what I remembered last time.

Previously, the protagonist who carried out the scandal was the author of ‘Agon’s Raging Horn’. He charged in covered in what looked like a pale yellow fog, and then struck down the black battle ax harshly, shattering the gates of the city occupied by demons.

But this time, there was no yellowish fog, no frantic charge, no pitch-black battle ax, and no harsh slash.

There was just a process of jumping across the moat and then kicking vigorously.

―――――― Kwa-Ang!!!

The plywood, which was as thick as a width, was shattered in an instant. The entire lower part sank, revealing the cracked and torn wood grain. The upper part of the drawbridge, which had lost its center of gravity, gradually bent downwards, and finally collapsed magnificently onto the moat.

―――――――――― Fuquagwagwagwa – !!

Shattering sheets of ice, gushing spray, debris that bubbles and sinks and floats up sparsely.

The outer gate of Delutana has never been invaded by foreign powers… … With one kick from her, the door to her house was shattered as easily as a door.

Quad deud deud deuk – !

Kadim then proceeded to tear off the iron bars behind him with his bare hands, as if tearing off a stalk of corn. Before he could even kick the inner gate to shatter it, he looked back across the moat as if he had suddenly remembered something and spoke.

“Come across, Duncan. If you step over the gateposts, you’ll be able to cross.”

“… … .”

Duncan looked in despair at the living siege weapon, which was more powerful than any other siege weapon in the world.