Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Newbie’s Appearance (2)

In the Dungeon City of Highten, the weapon shop was positioned adjacent to the city guard headquarters, just like the magic tool shop.

As it was a business that sold tools that could harm people, there was a high probability for the shop to experience or be involved in dangerous emergencies.

It was, therefore, necessary for it to be located within a short distance from troops that could be dispatched in the case of a crime.

“Welcome back!”

Upon entering the store, a middle-aged man greeted Han-bin and his party happily.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Felard.”

The store owner was smiling at the Valtara warrior, whom everyone feared.

In the past, Han-bin Ryu bought a lot of weapons from him to practice, and all at full price as well.

‘I gained huge profit that day, fufu.’

Valtara Warriors never haggled down prices. They were the perfect customer.

The merchant rubbed his hand in anticipation of making a big profit today.

“Yes, what are you looking for?”

Artis pointed to Effir.

“She needs equipment she could use.”

The owner nodded, looking at the silver-haired girl.

“I guess this lady is that genius dual-wielder.”

Effir leveled up like crazy, thanks to her insane energy. Word about her quickly spread, and she soon became a celebrity.

“I don’t know if there are any items suitable for her in the countryside.”

Since Highten was a border city, it did not have the same excellent weapons as the cities at the center of the continent.

Strong armor naturally also had a high-level requirement, which meant it wasn’t as necessary to sell in a place where the main customer base was low-leveled.

“How about these?”

The merchant introduced a pair of swords with elastic strengthening magic and light armor.

There were no enchanted armors, and even if there were, the required level was so high that Effir wouldn’t be able to use it.

“You’ll have to go to the center of the continent to get the really good stuff. Of course, you should only go there when your level is high enough.”

Effir was at least satisfied already with what the merchant showed.

“The armor is pretty. I like it.”

The problem was Ryu Han-bin’s bow.

The owner presented all the powerful bows and crossbows, but there was nothing he could use.

Trying pulling one, he sighed.

“Weak…”

He lamented when he pulled the second bow.

“This is also weak…”

After pulling the third bow, he gave a heavy sigh.

“If I give it some strength, it will break right away.”

All were nothing but fragile toys based on Ryu Han-bin’s standards.

Han-bin was about to turn around, saying that he had to give up on using bows.

Among the things that had been tried, Effir picked up the most powerful bow.

“Wouldn’t this be enough?”

* * *

Han-bin and his party headed for the weapon shop’s backyard with bows and arrows.

The entire place had been turned into a training center where customers could test weapons.

All weapon stores were equipped with such a facility to help the customers choose the proper weapon for them instead of making them buy weapons not suitable for them.

Ryu Han-bin shot an arrow at a wooden target 15 meters away.

Peeeek!

It was missed by a vast distance.

“Wow, it’s that difficult?”

“Of course, not many people hit the target the first time they used a bow.”

He let Artis’s nagging into one ear and out the other as he kept on shooting arrows.

After shooting over and over again, he only hit the target a few times.

The bow was definitely strong and durable, allowing him to drill the arrow deep into the target without destroying the weapon.

“It’s not that bad…”

With a wry look, Han-bin lowered his bow.

“I think this is better for me?”

That time, he grabbed the arrow with his bare hand and threw it at the target like a dart.

Saaaaaack!

A pulsing sound reverberated as the arrow impaled the middle of the target.

It was so powerful it caused the thick log where the target was positioned to split.

“You pervert.”

Artis was blown away.

The accuracy and power of his throw were overwhelming.

“How are you better at throwing it with bare hands than shooting it with a bow? It’s not a throwing weapon. It’s an arrow!”

Ryu Han-bin said, looking back at Effir.

“I don’t think a bow like this is useful.”

She shook her head.

She didn’t say it was enough in that sense.

“Try it again. But this time, try to control the power so that you can stick the arrow into the mark without breaking the target.”

“Huh? What’s so hard about that?”

Puzzled, Ryu Han-bin threw an arrow at another target.

Bang!

The target was fiercely split again.

“Huh? It’s hard?”

Fortunately, there were quite a few targets in the backyard.

He tried again.

Bang!

It was smashed again.

“Ugh, that was still too strong?”

“Indeed.”

As if he understood, Artis laughed.

“If your purpose is to suppress it, it is better to use a bow!”

Unlike swords and thrown weapons, the strength of a bow was determined by its tension.

Even Han-bin, who was not good at controlling power, could produce no more than adequate amount of damage.

“You’re not going to smash all the enemies you’re against, right?”

“Right. I haven’t thought about it that way.”

Convinced, Ryu Han-bin lifted his bow.

“Then I should buy this as well.”

* * *

The owner of the weapon dealer was trembling.

“Oh my gosh…”

He could see the backyard of the store through the window on the counter.

He watched clearly what the ruthless Valtara warrior was doing.

Bang! Bang! Bangbang!

‘He throws an arrow with his bare hands, but the target breaks? Is that what that guy can do?’

Besides, why was he suddenly continuing such a ferocious performance when he wanted to try out the bow?

The owner was sure.

‘He’s asking for a discount!’

There was no way an exciting Valtara warrior would get angry with money.

But the Mage next to him was different.

Obviously, he’d been nagging about all sorts of negativities about the practice weapons he paid for, and that was why Valtara Warrior was doing that!

After a while, Han-bin and his party returned to the store.

Artis asked the total price.

“How much is it all?”

“You’re a regular, so of course I’ll give you a discount! You can buy them all for only 2,000 X!”

Artis was slightly confused by the strangely polite way the owner spoke.

‘Isn’t that too cheap? Besides, I feel like his attitude has suddenly changed…’

Regardless, there was no need for them to refuse to get what they wanted at a low price.

Instead of rummaging his wallet, he asked again.

“Oh yeah, we accidentally broke a few targets. I should pay for that too…”

Artis was a Dragon, and that meant he led a disciplined life. He never intended to pretend to be unaware of the damages Han-bin caused.

The owner of the weapon shop shook his head firmly.

“It’s okay! People can break the targets! We’re close, so you don’t need to think about that.”

‘… When did we ever become so close?’

He was even more puzzled, but well, there was no need to refuse the owner’s intention not to accept the money.

“Thank you. I hope your business flourishes.”

After that, Han-bin and his party went outside the store.

Only then did the owner feel relieved. He grabbed onto his beating chest tightly.

‘Phew, I’m safe.’

* * *

“He’s a good person. He gave us such a huge discount.”

“Yeah. What a conscientious merchant.”

Unaware of how the merchant truly felt, Ryu Han-bin and Artis were just happy.

Effir also had a bright face.

She was quite pleased with her new armor, but upon realizing how much they spent on her, she looked back at Ryu Han-bin as if she was sorry.

“I’m sorry. I made you spend so much money on me again.”

Even after earning a lot of money, Han-bin was still half-naked.

As long as he was pretending to be a Valtara warrior, he couldn’t help it.

Ryu Han-bin smiled while looking at Effir.

“You don’t need to worry. It’s pretty fun to play changing clothes with a girl.”

“… When you say it like that, you sound like a pervert again.”

They were on their way home when several Hunters passed by Han-bin and his party while having a conversation.

“Then…”

“At the guild house this morning…”

Ryu Han-bin stopped walking.

He accidentally heard a story without paying much attention.

He hurriedly approached the group of Hunters, his shadow dauntingly looming over them.

“Hey! What did you just say?”

The Hunters stiffened in pure fear.

Their opponent was a famous Valtara warrior.

Artis was also a high-ranking Mage at level 46, and even the little girl standing next to him was a Magic Swordsman at level 30 or higher.

Compared to Han-bin and his party, Dungeons were far-off for the Hunters who couldn’t even enter and catch mischievous monsters from outside.

“Yes?”

“Did we do something wrong?”

Han-bin shook his head.

“I just want to hear what you two were talking about again.”

The Hunters felt relieved.

“The one we were talking about…”

“It’s about the Highten Guild House this morning…”

“The rumor that an Alien appeared?”

* * *

At a back alley on the west side of Highten, a brown-haired warrior threw a punch.

“Taaats!”

Pushed backward, the young man with black hair narrowed his eyes.

The letter of light came to the young man’s eyes.

[Race: Human. Check Lv. 18]

The young man felt nervous as he pulled out his scimitar.

‘It’s not easy…….’

Although his enemy’s level was lower than his own, he still couldn’t guarantee victory.

If he made a mistake, his life could be put in danger.

Several bickering soon filled the place.

Blade against blade, they collided, causing a metallic sound to ring.

Bang! Tatang!

The moment he was waiting for finally came.

The black-haired young man immediately activated a skill.

The strongest sword skill he could currently use that could be learned by reaching Swordsman Level 20.

-Wind Rush!

Wind and lightning didn’t really come out of his sword. It was just continuous strikes in the form of an image.

In simple terms, he swung gently but hit hard.

The first attack unarmed the opponent, and the second attack sliced his chest open.

Blood spurted as his foe screamed.

“Kaaargh!”

The brown-haired warrior groaned and collapsed.

“The cursed demon of another world…”

As he succumbed to death, he locked his hateful gaze at the black-haired man.

Loud noises soon reached them.

“I heard a scream!”

“That way!”

The young man quickly covered his face with a hood.

He then went deeper into the back alley as he cursed.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

While running through the dirty alleyways, the young Chinese man, Zhang Luxin, recalled what happened this morning.

‘Where did it go wrong?’