I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 141

“Oops.”

Damian’s mouth fell open.

His vision captured the starlight pouring down from the Utah Mountains.

Obviously, the battlefield he was standing in just a moment ago was reminiscent of a fierce battle, as if the end of the world was coming.

The ground he was standing on now had a strong earthy smell from the dew that had settled down during the night.

Damian soon pondered what had happened to him, his eyes fixed blankly on the silent mountain night where the Milky Way flowed leisurely.

‘What the hell…’

He must have been the same, and the fact that he rushed at Kiren was the final blow using the title effect of < Fighting Dead > and the characteristics of the pitch-black sphere, and at the same time.

It was because he was in a blackout state where he lost his memory after Karen blew himself back.

‘Wunch… Was it reverse summoned? Master?’

As Damian stood up, a tingling headache pierced the back of his head.

It was as if the memory had been cut off, and it was as if he drank too much.

Although, because the opponent was the opponent, he couldn’t use skills such as < Bloody Spell > or < Amcheon Yeongshik >.

Damian had squeezed as much power as he could to the floor, just as Karen had said.

He put himself into an extreme situation and did his best to deal with Kiren.

So to speak, it was burnt white.

Even if Kiren’s shield, which seemed impenetrable no matter what he did, seemed to hit a rock with an egg.

Not even looking back at the mana circle that has increased to two since changing jobs, raising it to the limit and releasing it.

Moreover, even the hero-grade equipment he had risked his life to obtain from Ulduir’s furnace was poured into it without hesitation.

He couldn’t remember, but what he intended at the end was before Kiran blew up the entire mountain range.

By bringing out the last move that he used to defeat Aleister’s alter ego.

I was going to end the bet with him by cutting off every single strand of Karen’s hair.

By the way…

“Stupid.”

“Cuck!”

On the other hand, Damian feels the shock that his eyes are about to pop out as something suddenly strikes him on the top of his head.

I felt that the headache that had been filling my head so far had gone far enough to fly away in an instant.

“If you woke up, you should have visited your teacher and greeted him, but how did you say that nothing has changed?”

“Sir…”

“What? Ceeee? It looks like you haven’t been hit yet!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Eh, I rescued a dying guy from the water… What do you mean by “at best?”

“You don’t want to kill me?”

“OK. If that’s your wish, you can send it to Shaka-sama right away.”

“Oh no.”

Koo-goo-goo-goo!

Damian hurriedly waved his hand as Karen raised his eyes and raised his fearsome momentum.

I didn’t want to be beaten again and the film cut.

Besides, now that he realized how strong his teacher was, there was no need to rush the life line by saying useless things.

“…How was it? The level of a disciple.”

“What is it?”

“You said you were testing it. What level am I?”

So, Damian scratched his sideburns shyly at Karen, who raised one eyebrow.

He began to change the topic by asking what level his level was.

In the first place, Kiran almost destroyed the entire mountain range.

The fact that he did his best to match the rhythm until the film cut off.

It was because it started from Kiren’s words that we should check how much the student has grown.

“trash.”

“…yes?”

“Didn’t you ask? What is your level?”

When Damian asked back, looking absurd, Kiran crossed his arms and said.

In his mind, the events that had happened just before were passing by like a kaleidoscope.

The skills and magic that Damian has used since he started fighting, as well as his body’s output and various tactical strategies.

Although it seemed like he couldn’t remember from the moment he reached his limit and lost his senses, Kiran thought it was a sparring that wasn’t too bad, including that.

At least it had achieved its intended purpose.

In fact, if you are a super strong person like Karen, you can understand the level of the other person without having to mix your hands.

Considering that he had already learned the battle sense and potential of his pupil.

The fact that the inner beast, which he did not even notice, was expressed outside was because it could be said that it was fortunate out of misfortune.

“The power of knowing is to subdue the opponent with maximum efficiency with limited resources. If you had infinite power like I did, the definition of power would be different, but you are still a long way from reaching this level. It would be the difference between an ant and a bull.”

“But… how come you don’t have as much as ant pellets, but you wield the power like a bull kicking?”

“As if it had been like that for a very long time, or as if it had reached a level comparable to that of Bonjwa.”

“Moreover, since no fundamental research has been done on the nature of the darkness that sleeps inside of you…” “

Your current state is like a castle built on sand, like an ignorant, unpolished iron knife. ”

“What is the use of a castle that can fall down with a single blow, and what is an iron knife that can’t cut even a piece of fabric if it’s not garbage?”

dump!

As Karen sat down on the floor and spoke, Damian turned his head in a daze as if he had lost his mind.

These were the words that flowed out like flowing water.

Karen’s words, as if she could see clearly through her own condition, pinpointed exactly what the problem was with a man named Damian.

It definitely had something to do with the feeling of helplessness he felt after leaving Ulduir’s furnace, and to some extent with the solution he thought of afterwards.

If it was a choppy murder, it was a choppy murder.

The fact that his level is only at this level was also partly due to the fact that the way he has been playing lately has been far from desperate or nervous.

Apart from that, trying to overwhelm the opponent only with output without trying to refine it in battle was gradually returning as a problem.

The raw, unrefined power was no different from a bright apricot that was gorgeous on the outside but not on the inside.

‘Certainly… not wrong. Rather, I pointed it out correctly.’

gulp!

So, while Damian swallowed his saliva at Karen’s words, he was finally able to reflect on the repercussions of his unintentional actions.

In short, it was a matter of habit.

In the meantime, he was able to win and win without even fundamentally researching the class, wasting his body’s power.

It could be said that witch doctor was only possible because of the ridiculous amount of stats of the hidden class and the job characteristic of max magic power.

Damian was in an ironic situation where he was unable to draw out all the power of a witch doctor by following the control and skill utilization of his time as a fighter based on his overflowing resources.

The level of the body did not reach that level, but only the eyes were so high.

In fact, the reason why he spent a lot of money to destroy numerous magic towers in the Principality of Parma.

And taking it to Ulduir’s blacksmiths and risking their lives to make random craft items.

After all, it was because he needed a powerful item to supplement his lack of output—of course, he was a wasteful person.

In other words, he was stuck in his old habits and instead of changing his fighting style, it was as if he was forcibly putting his specs into his habits.

It was because he was at level 900 in the past, and instead of worrying about his own resources, he was more concerned about how to take down the enemy in front of him in the most reliable way.

“What you need right now… is not raising your body’s strength to the limit, or a venomous swearing that you must defeat your opponent.”

“Your physical strength is by no means less than that of many other adventurers, and your ruthlessness and vehemence towards enemies is already overflowing.”

“However, you should know that wasting the power you have achieved with all your might or lacking a fundamental question about how it works on the other person is no different from a fatal poison to you.”

“It is not simply a one-dimensional aspect of how to subdue the opponent… It means that you need to think strategically about how much power you have and how to use it to defeat the opponent in the easiest and fastest way.”

Damian shook his head as Karen touched the ground with his cane—the same baseball bat that had struck him over the head the other day and hit Shaka.

These were words that came so clearly that there was no need to say more.

Demian’s characteristic of trampling on the other person as thoroughly as his iron rule of repaying favor 100 times and enemies 1000 times.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that there was a way to use one’s own power to trick or subjugate an opponent.

Even Kiren, who doesn’t blink an eye at most things, shook his head in front of his pupil.

The obsession and grit of a human named Damian were unmatched.

It is not that he overwhelms the other party by using ignorant boasting of power and inefficient strategy of power.

If you use your current limited resources to subdue your opponent with maximum efficiency with minimum consumption.

I don’t know, but I didn’t know if I would be able to get even higher growth and strength than now, when I recklessly rushed into Karen.

Especially if it was a human with a grotesque body that embraced the darkness comparable to that of the demon king and the only adventurer who received Shaka’s protection.

“Yes and.”

Poof!

And while Kiran raises his head toward Damian, who is sitting cross-legged in front of him.

The moment I looked at his face with my eyes narrowed, as if I were a shaman looking at his contemplation.

“Do not look into the abyss. If you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you.”

“…?”

Eventually, Karen muttered something vaguely incomprehensible, and soon began to speak, clicking her tongue as if she did not like something.

“Beware of the beast within you. Those who fight monsters should be careful not to become monsters themselves.”

“God… what is it?”

“A monster. monster.”

…It was a cryptic statement that I couldn’t understand even after hearing it again.