Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 419: Hidden Power
The porter took a few talismans from the backpack he carried instead of the stolen precious stone bag and held them in his hand.
<Spell - Guardian Talisman>
Sssss
The talismans floated into the air, circling around the porter, protecting him. Even under the immense pressure of enormous magical power, the reason he could remain free was because of these talismans.
What’s that blurry °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° thing spinning in the corner of the screen???Yeah, isn’t there something strange spinning around the porter?What’s the Silent Swordsman looking at?Isn’t that a talisman?You can see it?Can’t you see it? It’s clearly visible!Is the porter chatting now instead of just playing?The chat’s almost filled with half-demons, lol.Why are the monsters increasing, lol?
While most people couldn’t make out the actual entity, some could see the talismans. Heung Heung thought the difference must have been due to the amount of magical energy one could hold.
"Could they be experienced players? Or maybe they’re active Awakened in the real world?"
Of course, an ordinary Awakened person wouldn’t have honed the techniques to spot such anomalies with their eyes. It was unlikely they had the finely tuned energy control to notice such subtle details. Most likely, they were highly skilled players who had played a lot of the game and achieved high results.
[Entering the palace.]
[Monsters with a strength lower than a certain level cannot endure.]
Such half-baked talent sometimes becomes a poison.
Why are the viewers suddenly dropping?Looks like a sensory link dropout.The Silent Swordsman doesn’t look like he’s struggling at all.It wouldn’t be easy for an ordinary person, so it’s not like the Silent Swordsman would find it easy.There’s something crazy going on around the porter.
Those who had revealed glimpses of their half-baked talent were forced to log out due to the overwhelming pressure. Of course, the burden felt by the porter, directly facing that power, was far greater. His protective talisman field gradually shrank, becoming so narrow that he could hardly extend even an arm.
Pfft.
Pft.
The speed of the talismans' rotation increased sharply, and blue blood splattered from the skin as they brushed past. Even the usually confident Bugigul, who had been exuding an overwhelming presence, started releasing a sinister, dark red energy. Anyone could see that the porter's limit was approaching.
“Ah, this is troublesome.”
“So, this is where your hidden abilities end. For a ‘pathetic wanderer,’ you’ve done well.”
“You don’t have to provoke me. I’m already quite pissed off.”
Bababababat!
The talismans piled up, spilling out from the porter’s backpack. Usually, he would step back a bit, but this time, he didn’t hold back at all, even when entering the , the domain of great demons.
That’s because he had something to gain from the Goblin King ahead of him.
“Now that I’ve come this far... I can’t help but be greedy!”
The talismans, which had been glowing blue, changed their spinning trajectory to blue, yellow, and orange.
Wiiiiiiiiing!!!
Even though they couldn’t be seen, the noise made it impossible not to notice. Viewers would realize the intensity—he was about to unleash significant power.
Tong... Tong...
In contrast to the stubborn forcefulness, the Silent Swordsman maintained a calm, serene face, and her light footsteps made it seem as if she was unaffected by the overwhelming magical pressure.
[The throne in the palace is visible.]
[Monsters without overwhelming strength cannot endure.]
Whirr!
Some talismans couldn’t withstand the excessive rotation and burned away.
The porter, who had lost any remaining words, grit his teeth and recited incantations to reinforce his strength, silently whispering a breathless chant.
“Quite annoyingly strong.”
When the magical energy is compressed into a single space, it can sometimes become materialized. The inner sanctum near the throne had exactly that.
Kwa Kwa Kwa!
A mass of magical energy, drifting without purpose. It required immense strength just to push it away and clear the path.
Chiik!
Bugigul felt it through her hand as a resistance, with smoke rising from her palm.
Field Boss.
Raid Boss.
Even those boss-level monsters, who gained power through clumsy rules, wouldn’t survive in this place.
Many monsters had claimed themselves to be kings, but the Goblin King was of a different caliber—truly deserving of the title.
Viewers using the to peek at the enemy’s specs were completely overwhelmed by the killing statistics.
<The One Who Dreams of Ascension, Goblin King>
<Estimated Level - 2000>
It surpassed the final boss specs of the human route.
It was an untouchable realm for humanity. A realm that had never been reached before. Even the pillar of ascension didn’t reach this level. Even stalkers could never become this strong.
And that, paradoxically, pointed out just how powerful the great demon approaching the Goblin field truly was.
<Player, Silent Swordsman>
<Estimated Level - ???>
How powerful the Silent Swordsman must be to face such a formidable opponent.
[Can you rise to the challenge?]
In the Goblin King's court, just fifty steps away, the bloodied porter sighed.
“How frustrating. I had a feeling, but I didn’t expect the gap to be this wide compared to the Goblin King’s arrangement.”
The limits of surviving with petty tricks were reached here. The porter stopped at the threshold, but Heung Heung rather admired the resolution to stop.
Those who pull out their hidden cards never look back.
They believe they must continue forward, even if it means dying.
The porter regained his calm.
He looked back.
He understood and accepted the long path he had walked.
‘People like this usually get stronger.’
The promise of a future makes someone stronger.
Those afraid to strive for strength will always have tomorrow.
If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.
Those unafraid to grow stronger can push forward without hesitation, and that’s how they become stronger.
[Entered the thirty steps into the Goblin King’s court.]
[Spirits lacking supreme power collapse under the pressure and lose form.]
Even someone of such exceptional talent couldn’t survive the thirty steps in the Goblin King’s court.
There was no tomorrow here.
Only today.
Only now.
If not in perfected form and strength, then future talents had no worth here.
The thirty steps toward the king.
Step by step.
Each step felt like the air became as solid as a wall, as if the world itself was rejecting and ostracizing him.
The curse surrounding the Goblin field.
The energy gathered from those who sought to use this curse as a shield to overcome the impossible.
The accumulated power, bound to disaster, gathered around the throne.
Crack!
“How dare you refuse? Me?”
She had dreamed of taking revenge on the great demons.
To think that she would be pushed back by something less than a great demon.
A fierce uproar appeared beyond the precious stone bag.
Human-shaped arms poured out from the bag with terrifying force.
Something shattered with a cracking sound as it was forced through the air.
The legacy of Shocked Weight, which feared nothing in the world.
The legacy of Wicked Demonic Influence, feared even by demons.
The Goblin King, embodying these two legacies, displayed a presence so overwhelming that no other demon could dare approach.
Bugigul tore through it, moving through the thirty steps in the court with raw power.
Her resilience was truly incredible.
Even in her current state, she had reached a level of mastery.
[Impressive. An interesting soul has appeared.]
This aroused the Goblin King’s curiosity.
For the first time, he opened his eyes.
And he watched Bugigul as she approached.
Kooong!
“!!!”
The precious stone bag of Bugigul shook violently.
Dozens of arms were crushed and twisted.
Sssss!
The arms were quickly retracted back into the bag.
In the blink of an eye, Bugigul stepped back to the thirty steps outside, next to the porter, and glared at the Goblin King with a dangerous look.
Even that glance seemed cute to the Goblin King, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
[To think a great killer from the Demon Realm would end up looking so cute like this. If you told the demons from those days, no one would believe it.]
“You’ve really managed to gather such strength. Back then, you couldn’t even reach my feet.”
[So patience is indeed a virtue worth cultivating. Thanks to avoiding the eyes of the great demon, you’ve gained this opportunity. To carry out my will without being used by him.]
Bugigul realized.
This demon had no intention of cooperating with the great demon.
“It wasn’t just about gathering power to protect the Goblin’s sanctum, was it?”
The Goblin King did not deny it.
[The great demon chose to dominate by force, not by rule.]
[The demons without a master are wandering.]
[If I can be the new sky for those who have lost the sky, then wouldn’t there be an opportunity for me too?]
The Goblin King sought to surpass the great demon and claim his place.
Bugigul set her sights on the position of Demon King.
[The chance to challenge the Demon King’s name.]
The entire palace shook from that bold declaration.
The emotions spilling out in response stirred the terrifying, deep energy.
The pressure was almost crushing.
Yet, Bugigul smiled in the face of it all.
“Those who look far away often forget what’s close. You, who can’t even see one step ahead, how dare you speak of the Demon King?”
[...You’ve come this far despite everything. Without faltering, maintaining your true nature.]
The Goblin King looked down.
At his very feet.
[Entered the thirty steps of the Goblin King’s court.]
The unimaginable human, , had entered this space without even a hint of disturbance.
