BJ Archmage Chapter 22

Episode 22: Civilian Slayer (3)

Civilian Slayer (3)

7.

Players who slaughtered other players weaker than themselves and felt great joy from it were never good people.

It was obvious to say but the abusive language and desperate threats didn't work at all on them.

However, there were some things that could make them nervous.

One was obviously the Explorer's guild.

There was no need to explain this.

'The Explorer's guild and live streaming.'

The other was nothing but live streaming.

'There are very few perverts who like to be caught on a live stream while doing bad stuff.'

There was a difference between enjoying just doing bad stuff and enjoying doing bad stuff in front of anonymous people on air.

'If you guys were those kinds of perverts, they would have been widely known. Just like the Civilian Slayer's guild in the past.'

In Midas's sight, the Sylar wasn't one of those kinds.

Of course, he wasn't live streaming it.

It wouldn't be strange if someone who was mean and jealous found out that Midas had these two, archmage job cla.s.s and a holy beast, and attacked him.
(TL note: previously known as shinsu is now holy beast)

Besides, if he bragged about this fact on air?

It would become an advertis.e.m.e.nt saying 'I'm right here. Please come and kill me!'

So, he was only acting.

There was no chance that Sylar could figure this out.

'f.u.c.k, he's a f.u.c.king streamer.'

As Midas expected, Sylar stopped at his words.

Even after Sylar got rid of the cloth that was burning on his face, he hid his face with his hands.

There was no way to find out their ident.i.ties due to their anonymous appearances, however, he couldn't think about that.

'By the way, how does he know my name?'

Instead, Sylar's mind was fully on the mentioning of his character's name from Midas's mouth.

Midas smiled after checking Sylar's face.

'Definitely. His name is the same as his main character's name.'

That was what Midas aimed for.

No one could find out someone's character's name unless he joined a guild or a party, or spoke out his name aloud.

'Well, everyone does that. There is no problem with that if no one finds out.'

That was why many people named their side character's the same as their main ones.

However, his name was found out.

He couldn't think about how that could've happened.

His only concern was that it might affect his main character if things went wrong.

The pressure from that worry was worse for pro players, who maintained their living with this game.

He couldn't help but suffer while thinking about it.

The answer to his thoughts didn't really matter to Midas.

The important thing for Midas was that his prey was wasting time by himself.

“Hey, I said help! This d.a.m.n dog is f.u.c.king strong!”

The other thing was that Lucky was faithfully performing his duty at the same time.

“Sylar!”

Raw, who couldn't stand anymore because Lucky repeatedly bit off his legs, cried out.

“Hey, shut up!”

Midas waited for that moment when Sylar was shocked and shouted hard to throw a rock from his hand toward Sylar.

There was no way for Sylar to avoid the attack while being in the situation where his sight is blocked by his hands and his focus is on someone else.

Thud!

The rock hit Sylar's head right away.

Sylar glared his eyes and reflexively turned his head towards where the rock came from.

However, what Sylar saw was an ice arrow that was flying towards his left eye.

's.h.i.t.'

Soon, his left eyesight became dark.

[ You have lost your left eyesight. ]

[ You have been critically damaged. ]

Sylar's instinct was telling him that he was in danger after the alerts.

Midas continued shouting.

“Thank you for your donation! I will now show you how I hit the other eye.”

Midas's leisurely voice reminded Sylar of the words Midas had said.

'Fireball and then Ice arrow? Archmage?'

Archmage.

It was a legendary cla.s.s that less than 100 people had in G.o.d Wars.

The player who had that kind of job was broadcasting with the content being hunting down civilian slayers.

'Is he a rich guy playing his side character?'

He must not be an ordinary player!

As soon as Sylar thought about that, he started to run away while not looking at his back.

“Oh, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d is running away. Guys, I will definitely hunt him.”

Midas raised his voice as if he was going to hunt Sylar right away.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

However, Midas was heading the opposite way from where Sylar ran away.

Thwish!

Then, an arrow pa.s.sed by Midas.

The archer, Chang.

He hid himself quickly because he was a ranged fighter when Midas suddenly started to attack them.

That was a wise choice.

However, he couldn't figure out the situation that was happening while hiding and shouted at Sylar.

“Sylar! Why the f.u.c.k are you running away! Huh?”

At the same time, a cloth flew like a b.u.t.terfly and covered his face.

It was the same cloth drenched in oil that covered Sylar's face.

Boom!

It was obvious that the next one was a fireball flying to Chang's face.

“Argh!”

Chang shouted after the attack and Midas aimed at Chang with one of the ice arrows.

'Hunt the archer first and then the healer.'

At that moment, an unexpected thing had happened.

Hoooowl!

Lucky sent a signal that he had finished hunting, and that was a lot earlier than what Midas expected.

'Well, I don't have to hunt the healer anymore.'

Midas smiled and let go of the bowstring.

8.

There are two kinds of people in sports.

People who fight a record and people who fight a person.

Midas was the latter.

At the time when he was a professional baseball player, he always fought with batters.

That was why he knew better than others about the meaning of dealing with people.

It was the same now.

“You f.u.c.king a.s.shole! I will come to you! I'm going to bring all of our main characters and chase you until you give up on the game! You are doomed!”

After Chang's game was over with the violent language, Midas wasn't in a hurry to chase Sylar.

'Sylar, the only one left.'

Somehow, he didn't worry about Sylar, who ran away with the two sets from the Goblin Champion.

'He should be around here…..'

It was because he was sure that Sylar didn't run far from here.

There were three reasons for his confidence.

'He would be dead if he left his comrades behind.'

First, his comrades were under attack.

They are more than just comrades and he runs away alone.

It's worse than just dying altogether.

Second, he knew how to play G.o.d Wars.

'Since he knows how to play the game well, he probably knows that running away is more shameful.'

It was not clever to thoughtlessly escape from the chaser, instead figure out the opponent and manage the situation right.

Besides, he could be chased by a group of goblins if he ran away in this field full of monsters.

Something worse could happen.

Also, there was no reason to avoid Midas if he thought about his job.

The situation can be reversed and he would hunt Midas if he could fight close.

The third one was Sylar's psychology.

'He is so mad that I messed up his stress relief while he hunted newbies.'

Here was the only place where the Sylar could release his stress.

However, a freak who was calling himself BJ Archmage, suddenly came out of nowhere while they were hunting and they were being treated like newbies now.

How would it feel?

It shouldn't be good.

If it was his main character, of course, he would admit his defeat even though he felt bad.

He would even say sorry and get down if Midas told him to.

'It's not his main, but his side character.'

It was his side character where he had nothing to lose.

Would he tuck his tail and run away?

He could.

However, what Midas understood about civilian slayer melee fighters, who dealt with other players the closest, was different.

Most of them were more violent, cruel, and emotional than ordinary players.

They were the kinds who tried to solve a problem with violence.

What Midas observed while chasing Sylar was no different.

How he dealt with the fish he caught showed the person's personality.

Midas did the same to Sylar just like how a pitcher drew a batter's habit, tendency, style, and behavior pattern by repeatedly watching that batter's video.

Sylar was as Midas expected.

There was a player who was hiding behind a tree, further than 30 meters.

He was showing 'Sylar-DDAT19386724' above his head.

'Ok, I will wait for a chance around him.'

When Midas saw him, his senses became sensitive.

It has been a while.

The feeling was the same as when he was a professional baseball player and was taking the mound as the opening pitcher.

He had never felt this when he hunted monsters born from a system with a designed pattern and a manmade strategy.

Midas reimagined his feelings when dealing with this bad person and when that person moved as he had expected.

With those thoughts, Midas closed the distance between Sylar and himself.

“Oh, I think he's gone. He is so good at getting away. It looks like it's not his first time leaving his comrades behind and running away.”

He still pretended to broadcast and approached Sylar.

“I'm pretty sure, these punks' main characters are trash as h.e.l.l. They probably always get kicked out from parties and guilds. That's why they are getting rid of stress here. So cliche. People who have nothing else do this. Wow, thank you for your donation.”

He kept letting Sylar know he was approaching while provoking him.

At that moment, Midas's footsteps were clearly heard as he moved towards Sylar

Sylar lowered his posture, pulled his sword to the front,  steeled his determination, and threw himself towards Midas.

That was what Midas expected.

His movements were faster than Sylar.

Boom!

A fireball that was in Midas's hand precisely struck Sylar's face just like a gunman pulling the trigger in a western drama.

Sylar's head folded backward a little bit, but that was it.

“Erk!”

He didn't stop after getting hit.

A swordsman won't lose a fight against a magician or even an archmage!

He had this in mind and charged towards Midas like a train running on a railroad.

'Huh?'

Soon, what he saw in front of his eyes was only a club.

Bam!

The club smashed straight into Sylar's face.

Midas read Sylar's mind.

A skilled player wouldn't stop rushing just because he suddenly got attacked with magic.

So, he closed the distance and physically attacked.

The attack was efficient.

It wasn't because he tricked Sylar.

'What, what the h.e.l.l? Why is it so much damage?'

Midas's strength stat was a lot higher than Sylar's.

The damage was something he couldn't have imagined.

“Arghh!”

Sylar stopped charging and started to stumble like he was drunk.

Midas positioned himself in front like he was going to hit a homerun and swung the club.

Whack!

The club hit Sylar's face one more time and his body fell backward.

Stump!

At the same time, Midas tramped down his chest.

Victory and defeat were already decided.

“…..You said you are BJ Archmage, didn't you?”

The loser could only say a threat to try and make the winner feel scared of some troubles in the future.

“I will remember your name.”

Midas smiled at Sylar's anger.

“Ice arrow.”

Midas cast a spell instead of answering him.

The club instantly transformed into a bow, and an ice arrow appeared as soon as Midas pulled the bowstring.

He aimed perfectly at Sylar's face at a distance where he couldn't make any mistakes.

Then he let go of the bowstring.

Thwish!

Midas had a mean smile.

'Yea, try forever to find me or my broadcast. Who would make a stupid broadcast about a BJ Archmage.'

It was the moment his lie had worked.

'Now, shall I get my acting payment?'

Also, it was the moment to collect his income.

9.

The looting system in G.o.d Wars was a random system.

Same when PKing.

When a player died, the other party could loot the person's items just like looting items from monsters, and this was also random.

If the player was equipped with 7 items, 7 cards came out, and if the player was equipped with 5 items, 5 cards came out.

The player who tried to loot could choose the cards.

The number of cards the player could choose depended on the loser's amount of karma.

In the case of killing a player whose amount of karma was low due to repeated PKing, the player could choose as many as he wanted.

Of course, what items he could get was all down to his luck.

“Lucky, what should I choose?”

However, it didn't apply to everyone.

In Midas's eyes, he could clearly see which one of the 6 cards from Sylar's equipment was Goblin Champion's leather armor.

'PKing is fun.'

Midas could perfectly choose the best item between what the other person had.

He would like to enjoy PKing with this condition.

'Well, it would mess me up if I kept doing this.'

He knew well about a civilian slayer's ending.

Most of them were put on a blacklist and a bounty was set on their heads

Woof!

Lucky came to Midas and Midas smiled at Lucky.

“Hey, try to choose one. What about this one?”

Woof!

“Or this?”

Bow-wow!

“Then, this?”

Hoooowl!

Lucky howled and Midas looked at the back of the card Lucky howled at.

[ Goblin Champion's Leather Armor ]

“Wow, you have sense just like your owner.”

Midas pet Lucky and chose the card.

Then, he pointed to another card.

“Then, I'm going to choose this one.”

Hooowl!

Lucky kept howling at his owner's choice.

[ A new item was added to the inventory. ]

As soon as Midas heard the alert, he checked his inventory right away.

[ Goblin Champion's Leather Armor x 1 ]

[ Goblin Champion's Leather Pants x 1 ]

'Oh.'

Midas didn't hesitate to equip the two items.

Then, his top and bottom started burning like they caught fire.

Woosh!

After the clothes became ashes and fell to the ground. Well-shaped brown leather armor and leather pants showed up in their place.

[ The effect of the Goblin Champion set has been applied ]

[ All stats have been raised by 25 points. ]

[ All damage has been raised by 10 percent when attacking goblins. ]

Midas heard the pleasing alerts and activated his stat window.

[ Midas ]

Level: 9 Faith: War Dragon Job: Archmage Stats: Strength (5+89) / HP (5+89) / Intelligence (45+91) / Mana (14+91) Remaining Stats: 0

'Oh my G.o.d.'

His stats were incredibly high at level 9.

'The intelligence for his previous character was barely 100 at level 15.'

Now, he didn't need anyone's help while hunting an orc with Lucky.

However, he didn't want to hunt an orc here.

“Lucky.”

Woof!

“Let's hunt the rest of the goblins here.”

Arf?

He only thought about hunting goblins more easily.

It wasn't a choice to be comfortable.

'Wearing the Goblin Champion set and taking a holy beast around will show everyone that I am the treasure goblin (Diablo 3 reference).'

The more he has, the more he can lose.

Midas's items were enough to attract vicious players.

What if he goes to a high-rank hunting field?

It's going to be too dangerous for him.

'Level up as much as I can, get as many stats as I can, and then go.'

Midas didn't want to pressure himself until he had enough power to handle those players.

'I'm still weak. I need more power.'

He knew that the world in G.o.d Wars was tough and cruel as it could tear him apart.

'I need more powerful skills.'

He prepared himself and pet Lucky's head.

Hooowl!

Midas shrunk his eyebrows and turned his head to Lucky.

“Hey, I know you are happy, but….. Huh?”

Midas had found something.

“What is the question mark above your head?”

A question mark above Lucky's head.

At that moment,

[ Your holy beast, Lucky, has gotten a new power from his G.o.d. ]

[ Choose Lucky's new skill. ]

A hundred cards showed up in front of Midas's eyes with the alerts.

It was a moment that Lucky welcomed a chance to get a new skill.

“Look at this stupid game that made a holy beast's skill a random choice…… What?”

'Gold?'

And also, it was the moment that Midas encountered his third legendary.