The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 92



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The soldier shouted save (92)

Day 2, afternoon.

“There is a tower of corpses here too.”

As the expedition force discovers the second tower of corpses, the warlock Erendi unfolds the parchment.

“Seven hundred paces up the hill here, and to the right of the direction you were moving… … .”

A skillful way to create a map.

He draws a rectangle with his quill, as if to mark the tower.

“I never dreamed that drawing a square on a map could be this moving.”

“Let’s get out of here first… .”

Hundreds of undead guarding the tower.

The knight who was observing them shook his head.

“I can’t believe I see so many Durahans. If something is wrong, it’s seriously wrong.”

There weren’t many people who could match the knight’s grumbling.

“Gasp, gasp, gasp… … .”

A long-haired man staggering as if he might collapse at any moment.

When he can no longer endure the two-day march, Erendi offers him a hand.

“Are you okay?”

“… … Let go.”

“What is your name?”

“… …Oven.”

“Cheer up. Isn’t there a glimmer of hope?”

Oben, the palace spy, bows his head to Erendi’s words.

“… … I’m sorry. I believed that it was because I was single-mindedly trying to protect the palace… … .”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.”

“… … .”

Walking while supporting someone is not efficient.

“I think it would be best to rest. If we encounter the undead in our current state, we won’t be able to respond.”

“… … I think the same thing.”

When Park Min-cheol raises his hand, the punitive force stops walking.

“I’m going to sleep here today.”

Naturally, he draws his sword and prepares to dig the ground.

“… … We’ll do it. Didn’t you and Mincheol have a hard time scouting?”

The knights swing their swords, overcoming fatigue with mental strength.

-Whoosh! Whoosh!

The image of cutting the ground with a sword and scooping out the dirt with one’s hands.

“… … Huh, huff, I think this depth is enough.”

One by one, they crawl into their underground resting place, their armor covered in dirt.

People who close their eyes as if they are tired and about to faint.

Thirty minutes passed, but no one seemed to be able to fall asleep.

“… … Is there anyone left with water?”

The one who spoke in a small voice was a knight who had been observing the situation.

A voice that is so dry that it almost cracks.

It was natural.

Because the last time I ate something was in the palace before I defeated the demons.

“… … It seems like no one is here.”

It seems the article wasn’t what he was expecting or asking.

Because I’ve never seen anyone drink water.

“… … Hey, otherworlder. How long do you think it’ll take to find all the towers?”

“At this rate, it will probably take about 4 days.”

“… … 4 days?”

Negative emotions began to spread along with hunger and thirst.

“Even if I destroy all five towers and escape, will I be able to survive?”

“… … What does that mean?”

“The palace suspected us of being Lee Hyeonseong and brought us here? Then, even if we escape from here, won’t we be killed by the palace?”

The knight snickers at Junseok Rodlier’s words.

“Maybe because they are from another world, they are weak when it comes to the continent’s situation.”

“… … So you’re saying that’s not the case?”

“If we succeed in returning alive, the palace will not be able to touch us. The lords who sent us will not stay still.”

Junseok Rodlier scratches his head at the article’s words.

“… … Whether I die here or die outside, the lords will still be against it. Besides, more than half of the punitive force is already dead. Haven’t we already incurred the lords’ wrath?”

It was just as Junseok Rodlier said.

More than half of the powerful figures gathered from all over the continent have already died, and the imperial palace cannot avoid the discontent of the lords.

“… … I see. It seems I was the one who stopped thinking. As you said, in order to eliminate the evidence that it was the palace’s doing, they’re going to try to kill us…”

It’s not that the reporter is stupid for not noticing this obvious fact.

Unbearable hunger and thirst.

A situation where you feel like you’re going to collapse from fatigue, but you can’t fall asleep.

No one pointed out his ramblings.

‘… … It’s hopeless.’

Even if I thought positively, there was no hope in sight.

Even if they let us escape from the challenge dungeon, the palace will get a powerful clue.

‘I’m sure that among those who returned alive, Lee Hyeon-seong is there.’

If the only survivors are me and people from another world, the worst case scenario will unfold.

Each person can only own one perk.

If the people of another world show off their special abilities and prove that they don’t have save abilities, then the rest of them who can’t show any special abilities will be suspected of being Lee Hyun-seong.

‘… At the very least, we must avoid situations where we are suspected of being Lee Hyun-seong.’

If only people related to Lee Hyun-seong are suspected, and not Lee Hyun-seong himself, there may be a loophole to escape.

‘Rather, if I claim to be from another world and pretend to have the perks in the soul slot as if they were my own…’

Wouldn’t there be a special privilege that would allow you to fool the palace by pretending to be from another world?

I think of the souls I have in my head.

The first soul is Deckard, a corpse sorcerer who deals with undead who have memories of their past lives.

The second soul is Jang Jin-woo, a palace warrior with the mic on/off privilege.

The third soul is the best of the character creation privileges.

The fourth soul was that of the Red Inspector Galtarang.

‘Except for saving, the only usable perk is the mic on/off. It says that character creation cannot be used with saving.’

However, I couldn’t show the palace the special privilege of turning the microphone on/off.

Because Jang Jin-woo, who had that privilege, was a member of the palace.

‘It’s gloomy… .’

The mind that had always been able to come up with solutions to any situation stops thinking.

‘I have to force myself to close my eyes.’

As I was trying to sleep with my hands on my hungry stomach, I heard the voice of someone from another world.

“Sigh, I wish there was some kind of inventory perk… .”

“What is that?”

“Inventory is like a shapeless bag… … .”

Junseok Rodlier focuses his ears on the knight’s voice.

‘… … Inventory? The ability to put items in and take them out of other dimensions?’

Perhaps because I have been exposed to many perks, I can easily picture in my head what the inventory perk is.

‘… … If it’s this, I can make it my special privilege.’

I lift my back off the dirt floor I was leaning on and dig up the entrance.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I heard a strange sound. I’ll go look around.”

Cover the dug entrance with solid dirt and shout from a place away from the hiding place.

“Hyerin, Mari. Are you listening?”

A simple explanation of the desperate situation of being trapped in a challenge dungeon with a party ring.

And, I’ll tell you how to make the inventory perk yours.

“Tell Park Jun-hee. Tell him to send me food using the mailbox privileges.”

After waiting outside for about 10 minutes, some messages appear intermittently.

[The mail has arrived.]

…

..

[The mail has arrived.]

Proof that Park Jun-hee’s special powers have been put to use.

‘I said they would be received in order.’

He mutters softly at the entrance to the hideout he has returned to.

“Receive mail.”

With a small flash of light, something falls before your eyes.

The first piece of mail I requested from Hye-rin and Mari.

It was enough food for five people to eat one meal.

‘… …Is this a letter?’

I read a letter that seemed to have been hastily scribbled.

It was written that they would join forces with the lords who had dispatched knights to the punitive force and put strong pressure on the imperial palace.

‘If we can’t get their cooperation, we’ll bring Walker’s forces… How reassuring.’

If Marie can unite the will of the lords, she can prevent trouble in the palace.

‘Let’s focus on surviving.’

He raises his voice while cleaning up the food scattered on the floor.

“Come outside, I have something to show you.”

Let’s take a look inside through the dug entrance.

The punitive force, looking at the entrance with gaunt faces, crawls out of the tunnel with feeble movements.

“What, what is it! It’s food!”

When Junseok Rodlier speaks, his surprised voice is contagious.

“Poetry, food?”

“Is there anything to drink?”

The punitive force, having escaped the tunnel, shouted with a broad smile, forgetting that they should remain silent and hold their breath.

“Sir Allen! Where on earth did you find this?”

He responds to that in a calm tone.

“It’s my special, taken from my inventory.”

“Hey, inventory?”

“You were from another world too?”

People from another world look at me with bewildered faces.

He touches his face and mutters quietly.

“Receive mail.”

A second package of mail pours in before your eyes.

The ability to pull objects out of thin air.

The punitive force laughs at the sight of something that looks similar to the inventory that Junseok Rodlier had mentioned.

“I, I really did have this ability. To be able to pull this many items out of thin air… … .”

“Ha, hahaha! At this rate, I can last two days! No, if I eat sparingly, I could even last four days!”

Unlike the other people I like, the frowning knight asks me.

“Why did you hide it until now when you had food?”

He says this while recalling Hye-rin’s first appearance.

“I didn’t want the palace to find out that I was from another world. I wanted to hide it until the very end.”

“… … If someone is the commander of Walker’s knights, even if they are from another world, the palace wouldn’t be able to take them away without permission?”

“The palace is more persistent than you think. If you have special privileges that go against them, they will kill you without reason.”

Have you ever seen a person from another world in a similar situation?

The knight with a complicated expression taps my shoulder and says.

“… … I see. I will gratefully eat the food you shared with me.”

The meal was held with everyone’s backs turned.

Even while eating, you had to be on guard against the approaching undead.

“Allen, can I sit next to you?”

“Do whatever you want.”

-dump.

Park Min-cheol, who sat down next to me, waves what he was holding in his hand.

“I can’t believe I’m eating all of this. It’s so touching, I think I’m going to get homesick.”

What Park Min-cheol is holding in his hand is one of Walker’s famous items.

“I used to order delivery often.”

When I mention ‘hamburger’ as if I know it while thinking of Hye-rin, Park Min-cheol laughs.

“I was surprised at how reproducible it was. The patty tasted great, and the vegetables in the bun were fresh and good.”

“Of course. I asked you because I was craving a hamburger.”

“So Allen, you said you wanted to spread hamburgers?”

“Yes, it’s a shame we couldn’t recreate the cheeseburger due to supply issues.”

“… … Really? I also feel sorry about that.”

Park Min-cheol, taking a big bite of a hamburger, lifts a water bottle.

-Gulp, gulp.

A water bottle containing Raoul tea.

He glances at the sight and mutters.

“I wish there was cola, that’s too bad.”

Imitate Hye-rin’s manner of speaking and chew the last piece of the hamburger.

“Eat the rest. I’ll go look around.”

I tried to get up and leave the seat.

But Park Min-cheol turned his gaze towards me and raised his voice.

“Allen! Why did you refuse to hide the food in the tunnel?”

“There will be no time to go back. It is a natural choice to divide up the food and carry it instead of hiding it.”

Park Min-cheol smiles at those words.

“Allen, you know what? Inventory is not just about taking things out, it’s also about storing things.”

“I guess I misunderstood what I said. I distributed it in advance because I wouldn’t be able to take out the items in my inventory if I died.”

“… … That sounds plausible. But, I still can’t get a hamburger out of my inventory.”

“Why?”

When I asked again without changing my expression, Park Min-cheol crumpled up the paper that was wrapping the hamburger and said.

“Even if you keep food in your inventory, its freshness deteriorates. From the Walker to the Palace. And from the Palace to the Challenge Dungeon. If you think the hamburger was in your inventory, it would have gone bad long ago.”

Park Min-cheol, who got up, met my eyes and spoke.

“There is no way to get food here without special privileges. Then I can only assume that you, a Gerardian, received help from other special privileges.”

He asks, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Allen, were you also a henchman of the palace?”

I knew that I couldn’t fool people from another world.

Still, the reason for putting on a show in front of the punitive force was simple.

Because I judged Park Min-cheol to be a wise person.

“The person the palace wants to kill with all its might. That person is me.”

“… … Are you planning to claim that you are Lee Hyeonseong?”

“No, I don’t know why, but he just has his privileges. Do you, a veteran, know why?”

He revealed with a clear conscience that he had saved it.

“… … .”

Park Min-cheol, who had been staring intently into my eyes, takes his hand off the sword hilt.

“There was a similar bug when I went up the Warlock tree.”

“… … A bug?”

Park Min-cheol’s words are full of slang.

“I think it’s an extension of the bug that allows you to pass on desired traits only to the descendants of warlocks.”

I had a feeling that his incomprehensible words were pointing to the secret of Save.