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“Haha, I’m sorry my lack of explanation hurt your feelings Mr. Dokgo Hoo. Please calm down and hear me out.”
But Dokgo Hoo showed no signs of being pacified.
“Explanation, my ass! You spoke such bullshit because you disdain me! I admit that you are a little bit stronger than me, but crushing your weak skull is nothing if I train for three years!”
“Haha, well, I don’t know….”
It was as if he was in a trouble because of a childish kid talking full of nonsense.
Just when Dokgo Hoo was about to show signs of another outburst the owner looked straight into his eyes and spoke. The tone was strict, not like before.
“Dokgo Hoo, sir, you are wrong.”
He raised his finger and pointed his sleeve.
“What?! Are you mocking me, Dokgo Hoo of the Greatest Blade of Bandits?!”
but in contrast the owner was calm as a sea. A very soothing voice came out of his mouth.
“I am NOT mocking you.”
He didn’t avoid Dokgo Hoo’s murderous look.
“I am just telling the truth.”
“You!!!!!!”
His self-taught breathing technique, Tiger King’s Arts, cycled the twelve veins and the eight extra meridians and brought out a fierce aura.
The aura became a tornado and spread out as if it was going to destroy everything inside the pub.
As a matter of fact, Dokgo Hoo did try to destroy the entire place.
Even for Vulcan who just entered the pub the pressure was intense. Vulcan grinned and looked around the at the pub’s condition. He got worried that perhaps it might damage the place,
but nothing happened.
“…….”
Everything in the pub kept its place without a single move and of course the owner was holding his cup as if nothing happened.
“Fuck….. This is not it…..”
Realizing that something was wrong, he gradually suppressed the aura. He was sweating.
The pub owner spoke with a respectful? tone but somewhat heavy.
“…..”
“Of course I believe the facts that you ruled all 108 mountains and you were undefeatable in the previous world. Let me remind you again, I didn’t disdain you.”
But what came out of the pub owner’s mouth wasn’t what Dokgo Hoo expected.
“How dare y…”
“Go out to the street. There are hundreds of people wandering around who are stronger than you. Not only Greatest Blade of Bandits, there are fancy names such as Sword Master, Greatest Demon of all time, Lord of Heaven Beyond Heavens. But there are so many of them out there. That is the truth.”
“All those great people went through the training. Why? Because they realized their lack of strength and wasn’t ashamed to put the effort in.”
Dokgo Hoo was last for words. From his shaking, it looked like he lost his confidence but the owner didn’t stop and continued talking, only now with a soft tone.
“Arggh….. Quiet!”
SLAM!!!
Slamming the table again, Dokgo Hoo screamed.
“Just shut up already! I, Dokgo Hoo, the head of the confederation of the 108 Bandit Tribes, has never bowed my head to anyone for sixty years of my life! Three years, no, five years! In five years, my weapon demon blade of the black blood! Will take your head! Until then, keep your neck clean!”
Sadly, the door didn’t open.
Pub owner’s voice was heard from the back.
“You…!”
Vulcan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry in this situation.
‘Man, my head has gone funky in a single day.’
Looking at his status through the system he truly deserved to have that much pride in himself.
Saying ‘you are still lacking strength to be by yourself. Be my apprentice, I’ll take care of you,’ to someone like Dokgo Hoo was nothing else but an insult.
[92Lv]
Excluding Vulcan himself, he could have been the top three in Rubel Continent.
‘His accent is very cheesy and he’s a bit idiotic but…’
Still…..
‘He doesn’t seem strong at all.’
Until yesterday, no, until he arrived at Beloong city, Vulcan wasn’t like this.
But in Beloong city, he didn’t feel anything.
In a city where monsters with levels of 122, 368 and 371 wander around, level 92 was just too… low.
It actually was just a newbie.
‘I must be out of my mind.’
Vulcan made a bitter smile.
Piercing Vulcan’s deep thoughts, the owner’s voice was heard. Vulcan politely greeted the kind and smiling pub owner.
Vulcan looked back on the owner’s stats that he just checked.
[??Lv]
*Because of the huge level gap, unable to obtain exact stats.
If there is a bastard being arrogant even after looking at such a notification, he or she is just insane.
Vulcan’s polite introduction, Filder’s eye widened a bit.
‘I’ve never seen a person so polite when first met.’
People with black hair and brown skin are mostly from a world known as ‘Murim’ and they are known for being sturdy.
“Hello, My name is Filder, the owner of the only pub in Beloong city. Please do take a seat.”
As he sat down and made a hand gesture, two cups appeared and filled the table.
“I see, thank you.”
Vulcan had no hobby of tasting a tea but he thanked and sipped the tea. The tea indeed had a good smell but had no taste in it.
“Glad you like it, haha.”
‘Actually, it’s not good.’
Filder also sipped his tea with a gentle smile and spoke.
“I know you have a lot of questions, but let me ask you some first.”
Vulcan nodded and the questions began.
“Huh? Pardon?”
Filder added an extra explanation because of Vulcan’s reaction.
“I was asking if you are from the place where most people with black hair and brown skin live.”
‘Does this mean…?’
Vulcan realized that this place, Beloong city wasn’t from the world where Rubel continent exists; it was from a whole different world.
‘I have no idea what’s going on, but it seems like I landed in another world.’
Barely holding his sigh, Vulcan spoke.
“Hmm, could you tell me the name of the region you are from?”
“It’s called Rubel continent.”
Filder probably guessed where Vulcan was from but threw a last question just to make things sure.
“Nope, never heard of such God.”
“Then you must be the ‘player'. ”
Under the table, Vulcan’s fists were getting tighter.