The Extra is Too Strong - Chapter 1067
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Extras are too strong 1067
Mirkel said with a big smile.
“If the Murak Party comes under Prince Hanul, there is no need for me to be the party leader, right?”
“That’s true.”
Shin Seung-ju hesitated for a moment and then asked with difficulty.
“If you do that… can I come with you?”
“hmm…….”
Mirkel smiled awkwardly. Shin Seung-ju read his intentions just from that reaction.
“I’m sorry for talking nonsense.”
“Seungju. Let me tell you something… It’s not that I don’t like you following me.”
“It’s an honor for you to say such things to a man.”
“But unfortunately, Seungju, your skills will be a hindrance to Mordne here.”
“yes?”
Shin Seung-joo’s eyebrows twitched at those words.
Although he couldn’t dare compare himself to Mirkel, Shin Seung-ju was proud of his skills.
He is probably the most divine of the existing Murs descendants, and his skills improved by leaps and bounds after meeting Mirkel and dancing with her.
This has been proven against not only corrupt officials who have been expelled so far, but also monsters and condemned people.
But how can you cut me off and say something like that because you think I’ll be a bother?
“If you don’t like it, I’ll give up… but if you say so, I can’t just give up.”
“this.”
Mirkel looked at Mord with an embarrassed expression.
“…You’re just talking nonsense and passing on the annoying work.”
Mord grumbled and got up.
“You said Shin Seung-ju? Let’s see what you can do.”
And Shin Seung-ju, the vice-minister of Murakdang, realized that Mirkel’s words were the plain truth, without any exaggeration.
* * *
‘It’s certainly interesting.’
When Mord fought Shin Seung-ju, he found that his fighting style was similar to Mirkel’s.
It was a strange thing.
Because to anyone who saw it, Mirkel’s fighting style was insane.
‘Even if I try to understand it by comparing it to capoeira… I’m still not in my right mind… … .’
Finally, Mord could no longer contain his curiosity and asked.
“Do the descendants of Murs originally fight this way?”
“Yes? No. This is according to the leader’s teachings.”
Shin Seung-joo’s attitude, having fought Mord, or rather, having had his skills tested, became noticeably more polite.
“I see. So how do you usually fight?”
“Well… we just had a normal fight.”
When fighting, they fight normally. However, there are dances that are used to display power, and it is said that they dance to boost the vitality of allies or to dazzle enemies.
“But after receiving the teachings of the Master, I realized that this is the ultimate form we should pursue. Just dancing with him gave me all kinds of inspiration.”
“… … .”
“Why are you doing that?”
“… No, it’s nothing.”
If he was a descendant of Murus, then that might be the case. Mord decided not to say anything about it.
He asked Mirkel.
“Then I have to finish up the Murakdang business. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Of course.”
“Tell me about anything but dancing.”
“That’s the most important thing.”
“So tell me without that.”
“Oh, well, I’m going to distribute the grain I stole today evenly. And I’m going to give a warning to the leader over there.”
“Don’t take your anger out on people?”
“Yeah. I guess I have to think about the aftermath.”
“… … .”
“Why? Is it unexpected?”
“Honestly, that’s true… Hmm. Good. I like it.”
Mord actively assisted Mirkel’s plan.
* * *
Originally, Murakdang raided the city granaries and distributed the grain they took over a long period of time.
The amount of grain was also large, and it had to be distributed to multiple regions rather than just one.
But when Mord and his party joined, the story changed completely.
“… You guys, is that why the silver blood couldn’t catch you?”
Mirkel laughed in amazement.
He too was the possessor of unconstitutional powers.
Because with the power ‘Labyrinth of Life’ given by Albigeus, the god of mazes and labyrinths, he could gather and move numerous people at once, and could also jump over space to wherever his descendants were.
Moreover, the sacred relic that Lienta had given him, the Bard’s Treasure Pouch, was a mythical subspace treasure with a large capacity that could store enough grain to fill a large granary.
However, I cannot help but be amazed when I see the abilities that Mord and his party demonstrate while helping Murakdang.
“Can you show me this?”
“It doesn’t really matter. We’re going to fight together for a while, so it would be inefficient to hide all these things.”
“I don’t know whether to say I’m generous or to thank you for trusting me. Oh, inspiration comes to me. Can I dance? Don’t you want to dance?”
“Just dance until you’re satisfied, and then follow along.”
Anyway, Mord felt that the process of helping Murakdang’s work was quite interesting.
‘Are there people who live with good intentions in this world?’
Anyone who looked at it saw that Murakdang was a group of lunatics.
The divided Namnuri is divided into many small local powers, which can be said to be the optimal environment for corrupt officials to rule.
It would not be surprising for a group of righteous thieves to appear in a world like this.
But in the process of committing a crime of thievery, he does not harm anyone’s life, even when dealing with the corrupt officials’ lackeys, and only forces them to dance…
‘If it weren’t for Mirkel, then, quite logically, every time something happened, there would have been bloodshed.’
Even if the members of the Murak Party had received Mirkel’s teachings, this group would never have been able to form if someone with supernatural powers like Mirkel had not been the center of gravity.
‘Shin Seung-ju, who planned this activity with Mirkel as the center, is an outstanding person, but… in the end, it was possible because Mirkel was interested in this activity.’
Suddenly, Mord remembered the warm gaze Mirkel had when she looked at the people enjoying themselves at the festival.
Perhaps the emotion contained in those eyes is the basic emotion with which Mirkel views humans.
“Mirkel, why did you create the Murakdang?”
“I didn’t create the Murakdang. I just joined the group that was already there.”
Originally, they were just a group of people who ran away to avoid the exploitation of corrupt officials.
People with the will to live a life free from their exploitation, even if it means being exposed to the threat of monsters, are gathering one by one.
“Were you originally a band of thieves?”
“no.”
“Then you must have become a bandit after you joined.”
“Yeah. Seungju made it that way. If we’re going to do it, let’s do something meaningful… … .”
Mirkel looked at Shin Seung-ju, who was giving instructions to the people, with warm eyes.
“After all, it was you who did it. If you didn’t like it, it wouldn’t have happened. That guy named Shin Seung-ju just took the opportunity that was you.”
“Well, I can’t deny it.”
Mirkel smiled bitterly.
Mord said.
“I didn’t know you were the type of person who would always create things for yourself to take responsibility for.”
“I wanted to bring together people with good intentions who want to create a world where people can laugh and dance, and who are willing to sacrifice their lives for that cause.”
Mirkel poured out her heart as if she had no choice.
“But I only had that kind of desire, but I didn’t have the ability or drive to do it. I happened to meet Seung-ju, and Seung-bu cooperated with me in pursuing something that suited my wishes.”
“… … .”
“why?”
“Honestly, I thought it didn’t suit you.”
“yes?”
Mirkel smiled. If it were a woman, just seeing his smiling face would have melted her heart.
“I am a mayfly that lives much longer than humans. If I could just dance happily every day, I wouldn’t want to think about the world.”
But the reality of the Eastern Continent made even Mirkel sick.
“Just being able to enjoy dancing day after day and be satisfied… is only possible in a world where people can live like people.”
Mirkel has lived for over a thousand years since then. I haven’t calculated exactly, but if you add up the years she lived in myth and the years she lived in the present world, it might be over two thousand years.
“Even I, like you, sometimes throw myself into war. No matter how much I don’t want to fight, no, because of that, there are times when I have to fight.”
The talents of a dancer and a martial artist were intertwined. Mirkel was a warrior who sang and danced, defeating countless enemies and gaining fame as the god of song and dance.
“This continent is such a world. In order to create a world where people can dance and live happily, we have to do some troublesome and annoying things.”
So Mirkel was grateful to Shin Seung-ju. He trained them by dancing with them and by working as a righteous person, trying to make people laugh even a little.
“If people in this world can have hope by recalling the name of Murakdang, and if we can provide grain to feed those who have been cruelly exploited for one night… wouldn’t that alone be meaningful?”
But that was it.
Mirkel could see that following Mord would allow her to make greater use of her abilities rather than moving according to Shin Seung-ju’s plan.
“A dancer needs a stage.”
A great dance is completed on a great stage that matches it.
Mirkel thought that Mord was the one who would provide her with a great stage.
“If that’s why you danced at the Murakdang… … .”
Mord looked at him and smirked.
“Not bad.”
“okay?”
Mord nodded to him as he asked with a smile.
“Yeah. Not bad.”
A smile appeared on Mord’s lips as he looked into the distance again.
* * *
“Wow, it certainly feels lively.”
Mirkel’s eyes sparkled.
Mord came to Unpyeongdo with Murakdang.
The Murakdang was a larger group than expected. The number of action members who directly went around and attacked corrupt officials was around 40, and if you include the people who formed a village deep in the mountains and supported them, there were over 200 people.
It is not common for all of them to migrate to distant areas.
Especially now, isn’t it already winter?
It is virtually impossible for people to pack their bags and travel long distances, as it is not only for those with superhuman physical abilities.
However, the combination of Mord and Mirkel easily solved this problem.
Albigeus gave Mirkel the power ‘Labyrinth of Life’ to gather the Murak Party members and store the supplies in Mord’s subspace.
“It’s very strict.”
Shin Seung-ju, the vice-minister, looked a little intimidated.
The atmosphere on Unpyeong Island was quite grim.
It had to be that way because a front had been formed to confront the condemned.
Prince Hanul’s army set up a defensive line inside the Soul Guide barrier, and was advancing troops while recapturing and rebuilding the destroyed mountain fortress.
“Huh? General Mord?”
As Mord and his party walked among the people, the Star-Cutting Sword Umunseop appeared, escorted by military officers.
The reason he looks awkward is probably because he is not yet used to the hat that has been put on him.
“Are you back already?”
“I came back for a moment because I have some people to join me here.”
“Is this the person here?”
Woo Moon-seop looked at Mirkel with a slightly wary expression.
It made sense, since Mirkel had blackened her hair and worn a mask like when she was working for the Murakdang.
“No, this is Mirkel, who will be working with us for the time being.”
“…no way?”
Woo Moon-seop, who was observing Mirkel, suddenly held his breath.
“Huh? Why are you like that?”
Mirkel tilts her head.
Instead of answering, Woo Moon-seop stared at him and asked Mord.
“Is this person… a master of the resonance zone?”
“oh.”
Mirkel asked with a curious look.
“Can you figure it out?”
“Unlike General Mord, you don’t seem to have much intention of hiding it. It feels like the realm is surrounding you in a form that could be completed at any moment.”
“Mordo, who is this guy?”
“This is the best swordsman in the world, Woo Moon-Seop.”
“The best sword in the world? Oh, is it the incarnation of a god of war?”
“okay.”
“You have a keen eye for detail. Hmm. I see. It might be a good idea to be careful when facing the enemy.”
Mirkel nodded and asked.
“Do you dance?”
“yes?”
“I have a feeling that you know how to dance with swords. Don’t you?”
“… … .”
Woo Moon-seop felt a strange feeling.
Just as you are seeing the other person, the other person is seeing you too. But the kind of insight is completely different.
‘What on earth is this young man?’
Then Mord said,
“I need to meet Prince Hanul first, so let’s talk about the rest later.”
“Oh, then I will take care of it.”
Woo Moon-seop took Mord and his party to Prince Hanul.