Chapter 177

Asura Han, having decided to acquire a hidden class to face Muhyuk, hurriedly sought out the relevant NPC and accepted the quest. He invested a considerable amount of time and barely managed to clear several linked quests.

“Hooh, is it over?”

“It is.”

“I really don’t like your tone.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Alright, hurry up and learn it. And keep your promise.”

“I understand. I will definitely avenge you.”

The middle-aged man with no arms gestured with his chin.

“Come here.”

As he approached, a red light emanated from the man’s body and enveloped Asura Han.

Just as the light was completely absorbed, a message appeared.

[Your class has been changed to ‘Shadow Dancer.’]

[Recalibrating existing skill levels.]

[Adjusting newly acquired skill levels.]

In the end, he changed his class from a regular assassin to a Shadow Dancer.

Whether it would be a gain or a loss.

Asura Han maintained his unique expression as he opened the skill window and checked the changed descriptions one by one.

[Clone Technique 8Lv]

Summons 8 clones with 78 percent of your abilities.

No MP is consumed while hidden in the shadows.

Consumes 8 MP per second outside the shadows.

[Shadow Hide 9Lv]

Can hide in the shadows. While hidden, HP and MP recovery rates increase threefold, and maintaining it for 1 minute applies additional damage (45 percent) to the next attack.

The appearance is forcibly revealed when attacking or being attacked.

[Shadow Assassination 7Lv]

When used while hidden in the shadows, a 100 percent critical hit occurs.

Deals additional damage (75 percent).

[Shadow Power]

During moonlit hours or in spaces dominated by darkness, all stats increase by 10 percent.

[Shadow…….]

Asura Han’s brow twitched.

A total of 9 skills.

Each one was extraordinary.

“Amazing.”

With this much, he felt he could face Muhyuk in a fight.

First, adaptation.

He sought out monsters that were originally difficult to hunt alone.

Clone Technique.

With a loud bang, dust soared around, and eight clones identical to Asura Han were created.

Their viewpoints appeared like CCTV cameras, and Asura Han commanded the clones, charging at the roaring monster.

The daggers in both hands were swung as fast as lightning, ravaging the monster, but its HP was considerable, so it didn’t die easily.

Subsequently, the monster’s skill covered all directions, but Asura Han had already disappeared.

Fortunately, the clones didn’t die from a single skill either, so he hid in the monster’s shadow and leisurely focused on commanding.

While doing so, Asura Han realized that 1 minute had passed and swung his sword.

Shadow Assassination.

100 percent critical hit chance.

Additional damage of 75 percent.

Plus, the additional damage of 45 percent gained from hiding in the shadows for 1 minute. An enormous amount of damage landed in one blow, instantly killing the monster.

“……”

The corners of Asura Han’s mouth twisted.

Sungminwoo exclaimed in admiration.

“Wow, was I that cool?”

“I know, right?”

It was a scene of Asura Han and Rudolph, along with the users they brought, fighting, and it was edited really impressively.

Muhyuk came across as a master of combat, and Sungminwoo’s flashy combo skills were also captured on screen.

Overwhelming a large number of people with a small number of people.

That alone was already impactful and more than enough.

After the overwhelming battle, scenes of searching for treasure while re-entering the Dungeon appeared.

Then, they met a user wearing a robe, and Muhyuk’s resolute punishment followed.

The monotonous scenes disappeared, and only impactful scenes continued, and time passed quickly. Then, the moment they were ejected from the Treasure Dungeon, the screen switched to the MC.

[Treasure Dungeon exploration, was it fun?]

[It’s really no joke.]

[I guarantee that next week will be even more interesting than today.]

[It seems a lot happened outside the Dungeon?]

The two MCs exchanged conversations.

[That’s true, but I got information that a very special event will be held in Illusion.]

[What kind of special event is it?]

The answer was Yura’s responsibility.

[The Forma Continent’s strongest tournament will be held!]

[The strongest tournament?]

[It will be a great opportunity to show the world the rankings determined by real skill, not just meaningless numbers. What could be more enjoyable than defeating a user with a higher level than yourself?]

[Certainly, PVP is the truth in any game.]

[That’s right. You can dominate the world with just combat sense.]

[This is something that users fascinated by strength can’t miss! No, even if that’s not the case, users who want to prove their skills must participate.]

[Of course. Just going through the tournament will earn you a considerable amount of experience, and the rewards you can get if you rank high are so enormous that it’s hard to explain!]

The atmosphere was quite excited.

While they were talking about the tournament for a long time, the male MC looked at Yura and asked.

[By the way, I have a question.]

[What is it?]

[Why are they holding such a competition?]

[Well, wouldn’t figuring out the reason be another element of enjoying Illusion?]

[I guess so.]

Before they knew it, the time for Illusion was nearing its end.

[We’ll be back next week with more details!]

The program ended with Yura’s smiling face, and CFs followed. Only then did Muhyuk and Sungminwoo, who had taken their eyes off the screen, drink soju.

“Kuh, that’s good. But a tournament. That sounds pretty fun, doesn’t it?”

“It would be fun.”

“Are you going to participate?”

“I don’t know.”

There was nothing particularly bad about it.

But the efficiency was low.

That was the problem. Even if he participated in the tournament, he would receive experience, but considering the waiting time, it wasn’t that much experience.

If he hunted during that time, the experience he would gain would be overwhelming.

The rewards weren’t great either.

He knew that if he came in first place, he would get armor.

Were the options pretty good?

He didn’t remember the details, but it was true that it didn’t attract much interest.

“Let’s watch it a little longer for now.”

“I want to participate, though.”

“Participate.”

“What about you?”

“I might participate. Even if I don’t, I’ll watch from time to time.”

“Really? Then I’m participating!”

Sungminwoo chuckled and laughed.

“I’m going to achieve at least 3rd place, I will.”

Sungminwoo was confident in PVP.

Muhyuk smiled at the sight.

In fact, he was confident that he could win if he went out.

He was even confident that he could win first place.

That’s why he wasn’t that interested.

Well, it might be different if a real expert showed up.

As far as he remembered, almost none of the real top Rankers participated in the upcoming strongest tournament.

One of the reasons was that the rewards weren’t great, so they weren’t interested.

Of course, the real reason was different. They knew that raising even one more level through hunting would be more beneficial for the future.

A tournament in the vast Illusion? It was just a small event.

Should he just watch?

He pondered while drinking a glass of soju.

“Kuh.”

“Oh, and now I’m getting quite a bit of recognition at my house too……”

Using Sungminwoo’s chatter as a snack.

Quite some time had passed.

Around that time, an event quest occurred in the Vir Kingdom.

It was about recruiting participants for the strongest tournament. The quest attracted the interest of many users on the Forma Continent.

Users began to gather in the Vir Kingdom to participate in the competition. There were also many program officials to film, and there were also quite a few people who gathered to watch.

As users gathered, people began to open stalls to sell goods, and thanks to this, the Vir Kingdom became more and more crowded as time passed.

Coincidentally, Sungminwoo and Muhyuk also appeared in that crowded place.

“There are really a damn lot of people.”

“It’s always like this whenever something happens, so there’s no helping it.”

“Can’t they make the kingdom a little bigger?”

“It’s wide enough, but there are too many users.”

“Tch. Anyway, let’s go stand in line.”

“We?”

“Oh, no. Just me. Ah, I don’t know. I’m bored, so stay with me.”

“Buy me food.”

“Alright, alright.”

The two headed to the front of the plaza. This was because the strongest tournament registration was being carried out in several buildings there.

After waiting for quite a long time, it was finally Sungminwoo’s turn. Muhyuk watched the registration process from the side.

“Give me your wrist.”

“Ah, yes.”

Sungminwoo gave his wrist, and the NPC at the registration desk put a machine there.

Beep.

With the sound, his name, level, HP, Mana, attack power, defense power, and finally magic resistance were expressed as numerical values on the paper in front.

“Registration is complete.”

At the same time, letters and numbers were engraved on his wrist.

Group F, number 61.

That was the group Sungminwoo belonged to.

His nickname, StrongFist, was engraved in the sky above the plaza.

“It’s over, let’s go.”

“Oh, but are you really not going to participate?”

“Not yet.”

“Tch, whatever.”

Not long after Muhyuk and Sungminwoo disappeared, Kallion appeared.

Amon, Cocoon, Real Estate…….

He began to check the names engraved in the sky above the plaza one by one.

1 hour…… 2 hours.

After a considerable amount of time had passed, one name caught his eye.

StrongFist.

It was a name that tickled his heart.

Why?

He couldn’t figure it out.

Let’s erase the distractions.

He shook his head and checked the names one by one again.

Muhyuk, to find that name.

Swish.

Someone approached Kallion’s side.

“There are many.”

It was Asura Han.

He also captured the group assignment table in the sky with his eyes.

Forma Continent’s strongest tournament.

Before the competition, the nobles of the empire and the kingdom gathered in one place.

The conversation was already nearing its end.

“That’s why we put up quite decent Weaponry as rewards. Do you still have no change of opinion that most of the skilled people will participate with this much?”

Amur, Duke of the Hamil Empire, asked, but no answer was heard. It was Chiron, Count of the Weebla Empire, who broke the rather long silence.

After hearing something from his aide just now, he had been looking serious for a while, and finally opened his mouth.

“I have something to say.”

“Count Chiron, is it.”

“Yes, I also agreed with that opinion at first, but…….”

“It sounds like you don’t agree now.”

“That’s right.”

“Shall we hear the reason?”

The name Muhyuk was mentioned from Count Chiron’s mouth.