The Mythical Hunter has Returned - Chapter 7



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Episode 007

Kim-Po.

It was one of the cities whose role changed completely as the world changed.

While many cities were destroyed and disappeared by monsters that emerged from the Abyss, Gimpo developed in a completely different and opposite direction.

A huge gate built where Gimpo Airport used to be.

Unlike the Abyss, which was filled with otherworldly gods and monsters, the gate was used as a passage through which the gods descended.

Among them, the gate where the gods descended was now renamed Pantheon and became the center of each guild, and the place where the world itself was connected was still called the gate.

There was a gate like that in Gimpo too.

It was a passage leading to Nidavellir, the world of dwarves.

Nidavellir, land of the dwarves.

A race of artisans who dare to challenge the blacksmith god Hephaestus.

Those who live trapped in their own world because they were cursed by the gods to lose their species’ abilities and become weak when they leave Nidavellir.

The limitations of the dwarves, who could not leave their own world, soon made Gimpo, their residence, a huge center for equipment trading.

It is said that there is no hunter in Korea who has not come to Gimpo, so it was now an essential strategic point that must be visited.

‘It’s another thing to have Hephaestus’ guild.’

The weapons made by the blacksmith god himself are too expensive, and the skills of the Hephaestus Guild members are inferior to those of the dwarves. Of course, their skills were not inferior, but they were nothing compared to the dwarves.

But from my perspective, the Hephaestus Guild was a different story.

I wouldn’t even look at the items made by that guild anyway.

I visited Gimpo.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

Before I returned, the last time I came was to create obscurity.

Even so, it was several years before the final battle.

The gate to Nidavellir was wide open.

“Are you going to Nidavellir?”

As I approached the gate, a person who appeared to be a receptionist asked me.

“yes.”

“Are you here to collect the payment? Or for making equipment?”

Government officials were managing the entrance on behalf of the dwarves who could not go out of Nidavellir.

If you tell us which craftsman you want, their job is to send him to the nearest place.

“I’m here to request production.”

“Is there a craftsman you are looking for?”

I told the craftsman I wanted.

“Atri.”

He was one of the best dwarf craftsmen who created Mjolnir at Loki’s request.

He was a man of such great skill that he even appeared in myths, and he was also the teacher who taught me dwarven skills.

The manager who heard the name smiled as if he was embarrassed.

“ah… . He doesn’t receive guests now… .”

“I know.”

Even when I went there in my past life, I refused with all my might, saying I wouldn’t accept any guests.

“If you wish, I will send you to Eitri’s blacksmith shop, but… Transactions cannot be guaranteed. The cost is 300,000 won.”

“Here it is.”

I took out the emergency fund I had kept at home.

Of the 700,000 won left over from purchasing equipment to kill Hydra, 300,000 won was paid to the employee.

“Then, please go in.”

As I passed through the gate, the surrounding scenery changed in an instant.

A blacksmith shop with an impressive sign written in ancient rune.

However, there was no hammer sound coming from the blacksmith shop, and no heat was felt at all.

The silence had subsided.

“Teacher Eitri, are you there?”

There is no answer.

“I know you are there. “Please give me the answer.”

This time too, no words came back.

“Teacher, a guest has arrived.”

“go away! “I have no intention of making weapons for a poor person like you.”

An irritated voice was heard from inside.

“Let’s talk face to face.”

“I told you to fuck off!”

It was a familiar conversation.

I was met with the same barrage I faced when I first came here.

“Is it because of your younger brother, Brock?”

Quang!

As soon as his brother’s name was mentioned, Eitri came out, kicking down the door.

In his hands was a battleaxe and a hammer.

“I see you were trying to kill yourself.”

A creepy life.

The unrefined anger of a man who lost his flesh and blood was shot at me.

When I saw that his fist was clenched so tightly that it turned white, it looked like he was ready to kill me at any moment.

The anger was so thick and intense that if it were an ordinary person, he would faint just from trying to survive.

But I know.

‘I’m afraid.’

I could sense a faint fear hidden within Eitri’s anger.

That fear was also the reason he quit working as a blacksmith.

Brock.

Eitri’s younger brother and a dwarf who created Mjolnir together.

He was killed by someone shortly after falling into this world.

The identity of the murderer is unknown.

The current Eitri just guesses that the opponent is Loki.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

“what?”

“I asked him if he wanted to find the person who killed his brother and take revenge.”

“… … .”

Eitri looked at me and shook her shoulders.

After seeing the tremors mixed with various emotions such as embarrassment, anger, surprise, and sadness, I threw the bait.

“If you just make me a weapon, I will take revenge on you.”

“… “I will take revenge on the person who killed my brother?”

“yes.”

“Do you know who he is?”

“You’re thinking it’s Loki, aren’t you?”

“… … .”

He was still wary of me with his weapon in hand.

“Couldn’t that bastard have sent you to play a prank?”

“With this kind of power?”

While hunting Hydra, the history book level increased to 3 and became stronger, but the stats were still poor.

The fact that he could kill a hydra with these abilities was almost unbelievable.

Even if I am Eitri, who is not a dwarf specializing in combat, I am currently weak enough that I would have to risk my life if I attacked with all my heart.

“… … .”

“And there is one thing you are mistaken about.”

“what?”

“It was not Loki who killed my brother.”

Eitri didn’t say anything at my words, but her eyes were wide and round.

Now that I was distracted by the shock, it was the best opportunity for me to drive a wedge.

“There is no reason for Loki to kill his brother. Well, he’s the kind of guy who pushes a knife even if there’s no reason to kill… . “If he has a reason to kill someone, shouldn’t he suspect that person first?”

“… There is someone who has a reason to kill Brock… ? “Who is that?”

“Hephaestus.”

I spoke briefly, and the silence continued for a long time.

Eitri was the first to break the long silence and speak.

“… “What’s the evidence?”

“There will be Mr. Brocke’s bellows in Hephaestus’ warehouse. “That’s why I killed him.”

“How do you know that?”

It’s that simple.

Because the future you told me.

I still couldn’t forget the sight of Eitri shedding tears while holding her younger brother’s bellows.

Even as he was disappearing outside of Nidavellir, he was angry at his brother’s death and saddened at not being able to take revenge with his own hands.

But of course, I couldn’t say that I was with you until the end of my life in a past life.

“I heard it from the son of Hephaestus.”

“son?”

“yes.”

Peripetes, son of Hephaestus.

“Just before he died, he begged for his life and confessed that it was a secret that only he knew.”

“… Did you kill the son of Hephaestus?”

“yes.”

At those words, a wrinkle appeared between Eitri’s eyebrows.

The dwarf’s deep murderous spirit was aimed at me.

If it was a lie, it felt like it would kill me at any moment.

It was a terrible experience that sent goosebumps down my spine, but I wasn’t afraid.

Because it was the truth without any lies.

Ah, that’s not really what Peripetes said.

‘I’m already dead, so what does it matter?’

“Is that true? “That cripple killed my brother.”

“yes. “You can swear by it over the brazier.”

“What are you going to do because you, who are not even a dwarf, swear by the furnace?”

Eitri, who was glaring at me, leaned against the wall and said.

“But from what I heard, that cripple would be reason enough to kill my brother. “The problem is that the evidence is outside of Nidavellir, so I cannot verify it myself.”

He looked at me and spoke.

“And like you said, even if that cripple is the culprit, it doesn’t change anything.”

“Are you not taking revenge even though you know?”

“You’re cocky. If that were possible, he would have already killed Loki somehow. As a dwarf, I cannot escape this land. “He is cursed by God, so he cannot go and find the person who killed his brother.”

There was deep anger in his words.

But at the same time, it also contained resignation about the fact that that anger could not be released.

“So I’ll pretend I didn’t hear this. Even if that crippled bastard killed my brother, there’s nothing I can do to escape this land.”

“… “Can’t we appoint an agent?”

“what?”

“You can take revenge on your behalf through an agent.”

Eitri clicked her tongue after hearing what I said.

“Says are good. “Who would fight God for a dwarf like me?”

“Isn’t it right in front of you?”

Defying God with a human body entailed great danger.

Therefore, the only people who can do that are those who have a stronger desire for revenge against the gods than anyone else.

The right person was standing in front of him.

“You mean? That’s funny. What skills do you have with those shaky arms and body? “Isn’t that just barely enough to catch a goblin?”

“Power doesn’t matter. “What matters is the will to do it.”

“… … .”

After hearing what I said, Eitri closed her mouth with a serious look on her face.

-Race doesn’t matter. What matters is the will to do it.

That’s because this was something Eitri used to say.

When he taught me the craft of blacksmithing, he said it every day.

When I told him that it would never work out, he viciously told me to hold on until the end.

And as a result, I made an unknown name with him.

“How is it? Would you like to appoint an agent?”

“So, what do you gain?”

He glared at me.

“I absolutely do not believe in false promises of free help. “What do you want?”

“… “I have the same goals as you.”

After losing his younger brother, the eyes of the old dwarf, who had lost his will, began to shine.

“Are you planning on getting a weapon from me and killing that cripple?”

“yes. That’s right. “I plan to kill him soon, if not immediately.”

As long as you’re ready to kill him.

Eitri made eye contact with me for a moment and smiled.

“What a guy. How dare you declare that you will kill God? “There was a guy like you even before Advent.”

People called the period when the gods of the other world descended and destroyed the world, and the gods of human history appeared and prevented this, called the Great Advent.

Were there people trying to kill God even before Advent?

“Who are you?”

“I can’t speak. “Because this guy wasn’t even recorded.”

“… … .”

“It was useless talk. I understand your intentions well. “But I can’t make you a weapon.”

“Is it because there is no fire?”

“Yes.”

The blacksmith shop has become cold with the lights off.

In this place where you could feel the chill, let alone the heat, there was no fire to melt the iron.

“When I smelt, Brock was next to me and adjusted the fire. We both moved as one. So now that my younger brother is dead, I can’t show my original skills. “It means we can’t make the kind of weapon you expect.”

The old dwarf shakes his head.

But he doesn’t know.

“I will help you.”

In my past life, I learned how to make dwarven fire from Eitri herself.

“You will help?”

“yes. Even though it looks like this, it knows how to handle fire.”

Eitri laughed at those words.

“Dwarven fire, unlike human fire, is divine. If you don’t know the dwarves’ arcane techniques, you’re bound to get into trouble while handling them. “What are you going to do, you’re only human?”

“I know how to control blue fire.”

bang!

Eitri slammed the battle ax on the floor and expressed indignation.

“Don’t be cocky. “As a dwarf, I cannot tolerate such lies.”

“It’s not a lie.”

The title Blue Fire was not something that anyone could use.

There were a total of four stages of fire used by dwarves.

Red fire, yellow fire, white fire, and blue fire.

Since dwarven fire has a divine nature, it cannot be simply made strong.

A person who could produce a blue color from a dwarven fire just by using bellows and controlling it was called a meister.

The blue flame was the best among dwarven craftsmen, and Brock was the craftsman who lit the brightest flame among the blue flames.

Because of Brock’s spark, Eitri was always able to create the best weapons.

“If you doubt it, I’ll show it to you.”

“… If you make it, I’ll use your fire to make a weapon for you. But if you can’t… .”

Eitri thrust the ax at my throat.

“I will cut off your head as punishment for destroying the pride of your race.”

“Do whatever you want. But you must keep your promise.”

“However much.”

“Then I’ll use the brazier.”

I passed Eitri and entered their blacksmith shop.