[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 314

As he flicks his fingers, skeletons start digging through the ground and popping out.

*Click, clack.*

[Black Metal Skeleton (200)]

Along with it, text appears.

It seems the count of the note magic works in this way.

“Phew—”

Through the hazy cigarette smoke he exhales, a monster the size of a small apartment becomes visible.

[Gucheon Agwi]

Rolling eyes and empty cries are filled with gluttony.

Maybe, as Grandfather said, it’s gone mad from hunger.

“Kids, let’s quickly kill twenty and get out of here.”

*Click.*

Jet-black bones pick up sharp ribs one by one and stab them into the ground.

*Crunch, crunch.*

The ground flips over, and skeletons with bright red bones burst out.

[Red Metal Skeleton (200)]

A 9th-tier skeleton summons one lower-tier skeleton each. The total is now 400.

I could summon them separately, but if left alone, they summon on their own.

The Red and Black Skeletons, having finished summoning, grab a rib each and dart forward like arrows.

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Seeing the skeleton rushing at it, the creature lets out its signature cry and raises its hand.

“Phew—”

Its swung hand grazes the ground.

*Crash, crack—*

Due to its massive size, the surface area is wide, but it’s not particularly fast.

*Ding!*

[Black Metal Skeleton (167)]

[Red Metal Skeleton (131)]

With just one swing, the creatures known for their toughness are shattered.

As if that wasn’t enough, it sweeps up the broken bones and shoves them into its mouth in a frenzy.

“What the—”

*Thud.*

As I take the first step, a green wind path opens.

**Gale of Ria**

**〈First Gale of Madness〉**

*Boom—!*

Kicking off the ground, I quickly close in on the lower body of the Gucheon Agwi.

For a monster of this size to walk on two legs is a weakness in itself.

“Gasp.”

*Crash!!*

“Gwaaaah!!”

The creature, which had been emitting resonant sounds, finally lets out a scream.

“What?”

The Gucheon Agwi, with its knees blown out, begins to collapse toward the ground.

Its massive size makes the fall seem slow and sluggish.

“Kids, finish it.”

*Click.*

The skeletons rush in like piranhas, attacking madly.

*Stab! Slash!*

They stab with ribs, and when those break, they bite into the skin with their teeth.

“Gwaaaah!!”

Every time the fallen Gucheon Agwi swings its arm, chunks of skeletons crumble.

[Black Metal Skeleton (136)]

[Black Metal Skeleton (71)]

But unfortunately, the skeletons can regenerate infinitely without much strain.

*Snap!*

*Crunch, crunch!*

With a single flick of the finger, a whole squad of skeletons is restored.

The regeneration rate of the energy filling my heart far outpaces the energy being consumed.

It feels like just yesterday I was struggling with energy, but I’ve grown a lot.

[Black Metal Skeleton (200)]

[Red Metal Skeleton (200)]

Skeletons burst out of the ground and charge again.

“Ugh, damn.”

It’s so brutal to watch, even I feel bad.

They tear open wounds with sharp ribs, bite into exposed flesh, and dig in like mad.

“Graaah! Gwaaaah—!!”

The creature is so tough that even the ribs and hand bones of the steel-hard skeletons struggle to pierce it. Yet, one punch blew it apart.

My strength has grown far beyond what I expected.

At this rate, it’s going to be a pain to handle.

“Phew—”

As I smoke a cigarette while checking my body, the mournful cries of the Gucheon Agwi gradually fade until it turns into smoke and disappears.

In the midst of it all, a skeleton approaches, holding something.

“What did you bring? Something to play with?”

*Clink.*

The skeleton holds out what’s in its hand.

A fist-sized stone is emitting a faint smoke.

“You’re giving it to me?”

*Clack clack!*

Judging by the way its teeth are chattering, it seems so.

Even the bizarre and grotesque emotional expressions that would make others faint are becoming familiar.

*Ding!*

[Hwonwon Stone]

“This is what I was looking for. Thanks.”

*Clack clack!*

After reaching into the space and pulling out, a clean chair comes along.

“Ugh.”

Perhaps because the surroundings are bad, a groan escapes as I slump into the chair.

*Cough, cough.*

“Phew─”

Even though a monster popped up right in front of me as soon as I entered, I moved immediately, but no matter where I go, understanding the situation and gathering information comes first in a new environment.

First, the monster called Gucheon Agwi is stronger than I imagined.

It’s the strongest single mob I’ve encountered so far, not a named dragon-level monster.

Second, maybe because I killed it too quickly, it hasn’t shown any special abilities yet.

Third, my strength has become much stronger than I thought.

The 8-ton Ruyi Jingu Bang, which used to feel heavy enough to slip from my hand if I didn’t concentrate, now feels lighter than holding a tree branch.

When I lightly kicked Yu Bit-na’s office door, not only did it break, but the flying door shattered the guild building wall.

If I can’t control my strength, I’m bound to cause a huge accident.

If I use the 20x strength boost given by Baekseol’s father here, I’ll become no different from a beast that can’t control its own power.

“Sigh─”

As the cigarette smoke from my mouth covers the gray sky, it looks even more desolate.

*Snap!*

The moment my fingers touched, a crimson energy gathered in the air, and a mournful wail echoed.

───

[Crimson Knight]

Grade: Epic (Hero)

●Instant Regeneration

●Summon Followers

●Death Aura+++

●Berserk+++

◈Vanguard

Level: 14

───

A massive greatsword-wearing figure in a tattered cloak kneels, plunging the sword into the ground.

It’s visibly clear that the higher the level, the more self-aware they become.

I wonder how these friends will change if they level up further.

“Are you the knight?”

When I pat its head, it lets out a wail that sounds downright depressing.

*Groooaaar!*

───

Currently, the Death Knight is at level 14.

The Lich and Reaper are stuck at level 12.

One of the peculiarities I’ve discovered about summoned creatures is that only the highest level can summon 10 lower-level followers.

Meaning, the current highest-level Death Knight at level 14 summons 10 level 13 followers, and from level 13, each summons one level 12 follower.

Thus, the current force is:

───

Death Knight

Level 14: 1

Level 13: 10

Level 12: 10

Level 11: 10

Level 10: 10

───

Since the level 10 Death Knight’s lower entities are Skeletons, it can only summon 10 skeletons.

But from level 11, the Summon Followers skill has a unique feature.

It can summon 1 lower-level Death Knight and 100 of the highest-level Skeletons at level 9.

As always, the unfriendly [●Summon Followers] skill, with no explanation, breaks down to:

●Summon Followers = 1 lower-level follower + 100 Black Skeletons.

Meaning, there are two options.

With 41 Death Knights currently operational, I can summon 4,100 level 9 Black Skeletons.

───

Skeleton

Level 9: 4,100

───

100 units

Level 8, 4,100 units

───

The stage where summoning followers becomes possible is from Level 9, the Black Skeleton, and the followers summoned by an entity cannot be combined.

“Hmm.”

I’ve been growing them by combining two Level 0 Skeletons, each worth 1 million won, up until now.

As I scribble in the air with note magic and organize my thoughts, the problem hits me hard. The biggest issue I have right now, as someone said, is my mana being a total lightweight.

The captain, a Level 14 Death Knight, used a single sword strike that drained one Dragon Heart and made me spit blood. Unlike back then, my heart now has two Dragon Hearts infused within it.

But as the Dragon Hearts, which are mana engines, seeped into me, my constitution changed.

The problem, if you can call it that, is that instead of mana, my unique energies, Seon-gi and Myeong-gi, became the power source.

Comparing it to what I learned at the academy, my Dragon Hearts are absolutely lacking in total capacity compared to mana Dragon Hearts.

Even though the quality is better because it’s a higher-level energy than mana, lacking is still lacking.

If someone else’s summon consumes 10 mana, my summon also consumes 10 of ‘Seonmyeong-gi.’

The amount consumed is the same, but the price is disgustingly expensive.

It’s like our Pposiraegi’s meal, which costs 100,000 won per serving.

In the beginning, I thought my spine would break, but now it’s just a good memory.

“By the way, while I was unconscious, did you catch a U.S. dragon and put it in my subspace? How did you do that?”

“Ri…ch.”

“Ah, how did you find the dragon?”

“Ri…ch.”

“Why is everything Mr. Ri?”

It seems Rich shares my subspace.

“Anywhere else with no dragons? Dragons are good for health.”

The guy still kneeling remains silent. Seems he doesn’t know.

Come to think of it, Maple said there was something in the huge tree where he lived.

On the day we first met, Maple explained it using his hands, feet, and tail.

I still don’t know if it’s a pig or a dragon, but I guess I should check it out when I have time.

Dragons are like generous trees. They give Dragon Hearts when they die, and their bodies too.

“For now, you stay inside.”

The guy, who had deeply bowed, disappears in a cloud of crimson smoke.

Tap.

As I shake out the fully smoked pipe, gray ashes scatter beside the plush chair.

─Click, click.

“Whew─”

Snap!

With a finger snap, the ground flips, and my shadow wriggles.

At the same time, crimson things cover me in darkness.

───

[Lv.11 Arc Rich (3)]

[Lv.11 Crimson Knight (3)]

[Lv.11 Grim Reaper (3)]

[Lv.9 Black Skeleton (1200)]

[Lv.9 Shadow (150)]

[Lv.9 Mage Skeleton (90)]

───

“Rich, Reaper, Knight, each take a squad and command them, the rest split into three groups.”

The friends densely packed around me start to move in a flurry.

This is the first time I’m handling such a large-scale force.

Each squad has one Arc Rich, one Crimson Knight, and one Grim Reaper.

400 Skeletons, 50 Shadows, and 30 Mage Skeletons, which consume the most energy among the lower followers.

“See this?”

As I raise my hand, their heads follow.

Clack, clack!

I can’t see what’s in their empty eye sockets.

“Good, we’re going to retrieve this. Disperse.”

As soon as I finish speaking, the higher followers lead the lower ones and scatter in three directions.

From the recent battle where I used 400 Skeletons, it seems there’s no strain at all on the lower followers.

I’ll keep experimenting and gradually increase the operational capacity as long as there’s no strain.

***

Lying sprawled on the plush chair, fiddling with my phone, I feel a huge tremor.

Boom-! Boom-!

A massive figure is approaching me from a distance.

With each step it takes, its body shakes and rises.

“Ah, I almost cleared it.”

Since it’s a defense-type game, enemies are swarming in, and I’m busy, but a real enemy has also shown up.

It seems one of them got lucky and slipped through the scattered crowd.

The distance between me and the guy is roughly 500 meters.

I’ll deal with it before the defense mob arrives and come back.

*Crunch.*

As I rise from my spot and stomp the ground hard, the ground caves in.

**Heavenly Great Sage Ryu**

**〈Cloud Technique Alcohol〉**

My vision changes in an instant, and in just one second, I charge toward the torso of the approaching guy.

*Boom──!!*

From the starting point, a sonic boom, loud enough to tear eardrums, echoes belatedly.

“*Huff!*”

**〈Super Heavy Hit!〉**

*Crash──!!!*

The moment my fist makes contact, a deafening roar shakes the surroundings, and the belly of the Nine Heavens Demon bursts like a balloon.

***

“You’ve worked hard.”

“Thank you!”

“Thank you!”

“Thank you!”

At Hercules’ words, three voices erupt simultaneously.

The atmosphere is tense and disciplined.

But despite their voices, their appearances are worse than that of a homeless person.

“I have a schedule, so training ends here. I’ll send you off now.”

Hercules turns his gaze and calls out someone’s name.

“Ariel.”

At the same time, space splits in the air, and a person with shimmering platinum hair descends.

On her back is a pair of wings so small they look cute.

“Yes.”

“An… angel…?”

Ariel’s gaze turns to Kim Chan-yong.

“Yes, I am an angel.”

“Are you… cosplaying?”

“I am not cosplaying.”

Ariel, expressionless, responds in a flat tone.

“So… you’re a real angel?”

“Yes.”

“But… if you’re a real angel, how do you know the word ‘cosplay’…?”

“I’ve learned various information from the internet.”

A big question mark forms in Kim Chan-yong’s mind.

“Huh? An angel? The internet?”

“Yes. Let’s end the small talk here.”

As Ariel waves her hand, the space splits again.

“Wait, what exactly is going on here…?”

Before Kim Chan-yong can finish his sentence, he starts getting sucked into the split space.