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Ubermensch – Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

In the conference room of the Korean Allied Forces.

Deroa Ranieri was reading the manual with the prototype that had been teleported from the mainland in front of her.

“Hey, musclehead.”

“Yeah.”

“…Are you seriously telling me to use this?”

Deroa Ranieri flared up.

Mason wore an embarrassed expression.

“Well, I didn’t know it was this incomplete…”

“Incomplete? Hey, do you think I’d be pissed if it was just incomplete?”

Deroa Ranieri waved the manual.

“60% spell completion rate and a 30% chance of core overload? Are you telling me to attack with this? Or are you telling me to use it to blow myself up?”

“…”

“At least it shouldn’t overload so I can use it, you crazy bastards!”

Deroa Ranieri screamed and stormed out of the trailer.

Watching her fuming figure, Mason wore an embarrassed expression.

“We will dispatch mages from the Forest Guard if you wish, Your Majesty.”

Liza Kronen said with an impassive face. Mason shook his head.

“No. Deroa Ranieri is right. Incompleteness aside, it’s right not to use it if there’s a chance of overload. And…”

Mason looked at the door that Deroa Ranieri had kicked open and left.

“Deroa Ranieri is the only one who can possibly use this prototype.”

Deroa Ranieri was one of the first players. As one of the first mages, she was the one who adjusted and modified the incomplete prototypes of the early days one by one and improved them into usable modern magic.

There were mages with higher levels than her, but none with better sense and more experience.

If Deroa Ranieri said that the magic was unusable, then it was unusable by anyone.

“We should send it back and tell them to send it after developing it further.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

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“Ugh, damn it.”

Deroa Ranieri was walking, fuming with anger.

“They think I’m a pushover because they’re being nice to me.”

The moment she kicked a pebble that was under her foot.

It flew to another trailer and made a clanging sound.

Then the trailer door creaked open.

“…!”

Deroa Ranieri flinched.

But only for a moment.

‘No. I’m already pissed, so I might as well have a fight.’

Deroa Ranieri gripped her staff tightly.

However, it wasn’t a player or a soldier who peeked out of the trailer. It was a child with red cheeks and a runny nose.

“…?”

Six? Or seven?

The child smiled brightly and said something to Deroa Ranieri.

It was Mongolian.

‘Judging by the nuance and expression, it doesn’t seem like a curse…’

It was an expression of welcoming or liking. I don’t know what it means though.

“Um… kid. Can’t you speak Korean?”

The child said something she couldn’t understand.

It definitely seemed like Mongolian.

“You can’t…”

Deroa Ranieri scratched her head.

She looked around and remembered something she had briefly forgotten.

“…Where am I?”

The fact that she was lost.

As Deroa Ranieri was bewildered, the Mongolian child grabbed her sleeve. He was leading her to their trailer.

“…Fine, do whatever you want.”

She didn’t know where to go and had nothing to do. There was no reason to refuse, so Deroa Ranieri was led by the boy’s hand.

There were dozens of children gathered there.

“…Huh?”

There was a whiteboard in front, and a middle-aged woman was reading a book aloud.

It was a familiar scene.

‘School…?’

The middle-aged woman, who appeared to be a teacher, spoke in a puzzled voice.

“…”

It was Mongolian again.

Deroa Ranieri stammered.

“Can, can you speak Italiano? Or Korean?”

“No…”

The teacher’s English was at Deroa Ranieri’s level.

“…”

“…”

As the two continued their awkward silence.

“…Player Deroa Ranieri?”

Even though there wasn’t a single Korean word, she could tell by the intonation alone. It was a Korean pronunciation. When Deroa Ranieri turned around with a bright face, there was a familiar person standing there.

It was the interpreter, Orkhon Ulzii.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, it’s not that I got lost, I was just taking a walk and somehow…”

“You got lost.”

“…Yeah, I got lost. You got a problem with that?”

Deroa Ranieri grumbled.

While the two were talking, the child with the runny nose hugged Orkhon Ulzii tightly.

Orkhon Ulzii smiled kindly and had a conversation in Mongolian.

I don’t know what it means, but somehow it felt like a conversation I could understand.

“…Your younger brother?”

“Yes. My younger brother, Nergui.”

“I thought so…”

Deroa Ranieri was once a sibling too.

When her younger self came back from elementary school, her older brother, who was waiting for her, would buy ice cream on the way home and share it with her…

While she was lost in her memories for a moment, Orkhon Ulzii, who had finished the conversation with her brother, opened her mouth.

“I’ll escort you to the Korean trailer.”

“Oh, okay…”

The two walked along, chatting.

“…Your brother, does he live here?”

“Yes.”

“This is a military zone.”

“Yes. He’s living here as my dependent.”

“It would be better to send him to the rear.”

“I can’t afford to send him to boarding school with my salary. And if I can’t send him to boarding school… I’ll have to send him to an orphanage.”

“Any family to take care of him? Parents or relatives?”

“No.”

Orkhon Ulzii looked up at the Great Eater.

‘I see. This child too…’

Deroa Ranieri realized from her murderous eyes that she shouldn’t ask any more questions.

Orkhon Ulzii said quietly.

“I heard that Player Deroa Ranieri is one of the best veterans even in Korea, a leading player country.”

“Well, I’ve been around for a long time.”

“Is there a trick or training method to become a player in Korea?”

Deroa Ranieri shook her head.

“You can either become a player or you can’t. There’s training after you become one, but there’s no training to become a player.”

“…I see.”

“You wanted to be a player?”

“Yes, I wanted to fight too.”

Orkhon Ulzii looked at the Great Eater.

“I wanted to contribute to getting rid of that monster as soon as possible. So… my brother wouldn’t have to know war.”

“…”

“But… I guess it’s impossible…”

“Kid, you…”

Then Orkhon Ulzii cut off Deroa Ranieri’s words.

“We’ve arrived. This is the Korean trailer area.”

It was a familiar trailer.

Deroa Ranieri looked at Orkhon Ulzii.

“Earlier, the kids in that school…”

“They’re all families of soldiers or military personnel.”

Orkhon Ulzii added.

“They’re children who have nowhere to go but the battlefield.”

“Yeah, I see…”

Deroa Ranieri turned around.

Thump.

As soon as Deroa Ranieri entered the trailer, she grabbed the prototype.

Mason asked.

“You’re going to return it yourself?”

“No, I’m going to use it.”

Mason frowned.

“It’s only 60% complete?”

“60% is enough. I’m a genius.”

“It overloads with a 30% chance?”

“I can suppress 30% with my guts!”

Han Areum, who was listening from the side, flared up and said.

“You talk just like those liberal arts guys who can’t even do addition and subtraction. Is probability a joke to you?”

“Whether you’re liberal arts or science, aren’t you all just bookworms?”

Deroa Ranieri unsealed the prototype.

“This lady is a field expert, a field expert.”

It was a staff. Usually, there should be one, but it was a staff with two cores embedded.

Two Warlord cores were embedded there.

Scar’s core and Winter Lord’s core.

Deroa Ranieri walked out of the trailer.

She spoke to Orkhon Ulzii.

“Hey, kid.”

“Yes, Player Deroa Ranieri.”

“Your brother won’t experience the battlefield.”

“Excuse me?”

Deroa Ranieri glared at the Great Eater and said.

“Because we’re going to smash that bastard.”

Deroa Ranieri climbed onto the roof of the trailer.

“Huff!”

The moment she poured core energy into the staff, two terrifying kinds of pressure pressed down on her.

Scar’s core, which absorbed all of Deroa Ranieri’s energy, and Winter Lord’s core, which tried to push all that energy back into her.

While channeling the energy of the two cores into her body, Deroa Ranieri began to adjust and deploy the incomplete parts of the spell.

Crackle… Crackle, crackle…

Sparks began to fly. The mage’s equipment, which increased magic control, was screaming in unison. A fierce pain was sweeping over her limbs.

‘There it is.’

And Deroa Ranieri ignored all warnings.

‘There it is!’

The ends of Deroa Ranieri’s own hair burst with a crackling sound, and blood trickled from her eyes and nose.

‘That damn bastard who drags children to the battlefield, there it is!’

Deroa Ranieri gritted her teeth fiercely.

“More… More… More…!”

Deroa Ranieri, who had pushed her strength to the limit, gripped the staff with all her might.

“Grand… Magic…!”

Not an ordinary flat magic circle, but a three-dimensional magic circle made of spheres enveloped Deroa Ranieri’s body. It was literally magic of a different dimension.

The spell she was casting now!

Thump!

Deroa Ranieri slammed the staff onto the trailer floor and shouted.

“Energy… Drain!”

At that moment, heaven and earth froze.

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All the players turned their heads without realizing it.

“What was that?”

A storm was raging. A storm that encompassed both real wind and a torrent of core energy.

It was different from the Lunch Bell, but a similar, intense energy wave was felt.

It wasn’t just their senses. The readings on the observation equipment were fluctuating wildly. Observation personnel were screaming, saying impossible things were happening.

Grand Magic, Energy Drain.

Although their directions were different, both Scar’s core and Winter Lord’s core had the ability to control the surrounding core energy.

Scar’s core, which absorbed energy, and Winter Lord’s core, which distributed energy.

The spell created by applying these two functions was the Grand Magic, Energy Drain.

A spell that absorbs core energy and uses that absorbed energy to further absorb the opponent’s core energy.

Theoretically, it was the ultimate spell that could absorb energy infinitely.

“Great Eater, core energy decreasing rapidly!”

“How much has it dropped?”

“5%! It has decreased by 5%!”

Batkhishig Mangyanbayar was shocked by the operators’ report.

“That’s impossible…!”

It had happened in less than 5 minutes.

In other words, Energy Drain… absorbed ten times the amount of energy that thousands of players had shaved off in a whole day, in just a few minutes.

Batkhishig Mangyanbayar, the guardian of Mongolia, knew better than anyone how shocking that was.

That little girl right now… was wielding truly god-like power!

“What kind of magic has Korea developed…?”

However, the Korean players, including Mason, were bewildered.

“Deroa Ranieri! Stop! This is enough!”

“Your body can’t handle it!”


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(🇰🇷)Ubermensch

🇰🇷)Ubermensch

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Status: Ongoing Released: 2023 Native Language: Korean
Mason Park, a "Barbarian" bioengineered for space exploration, is sent back in time from a decimated 28th century to find hope for humanity. He lands in a war-torn Seoul where monsters roam freely and the remnants of society cling to survival through the Player System, a program that empowers soldiers with monster cores. Gifted with extraordinary strength, regenerative abilities, and the advanced technology of his time, Mason becomes a beacon of hope against the monstrous threats. He joins the Holy Knights, a band of players dedicated to selfless service, and quickly rises to prominence. However, Mason's idealism clashes with the reality of human conflict as he gets caught in the struggle between the benevolent but struggling Holy Knights and the ambitious, power-hungry Heavenly King Yekaterina who controls the Player System. Torn between the conflicting ideologies, Mason forms his own raid team, the Revengers, determined to carve his own path. He faces increasingly powerful monsters, including the Lich and the Ghost Dragon, battling not only for humanity's survival but also for his own sanity as he grapples with the darkness within him. His past trauma and his monstrous strength threaten to consume him, but he finds solace and support in the Healer Eun Yuri and the enigmatic Seo Yeonhee, both women drawn to his unique power and burdened by their own past. As Mason's fame grows and the world's eyes turn to him, he faces a choice: to be a tool of power used by others, or to be a symbol of hope that transcends human limitations and unites humanity against a common enemy. His journey is one of self-discovery, where he confronts the complexities of human nature and the meaning of true heroism in a world teetering on the edge of oblivion.

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