"I..."
Sanguinius's brain worked at an abnormally fast speed to counter the word and title that could tarnish his reputation in the group chat.
[The Red Empress: I? Aren't you going to own up to your dirty urges, Sanguinius?]
"...I am not that man"
'As Saint Peter said: I do not know that man'
Sanguinius mentally congratulated himself for remembering this passage from the Holy Scriptures.
Thanks to the immense wisdom of his father, he was able to get out of a dangerous situation like Saint Peter that day.
[The Red Empress: What? Are you so desperate that it pushes you to deny your own identity?...]
[The False Light of Baal: he didn't lie, because I'm busy elsewhere...]
[The Red Empress: ...What?!]
[The Guillotine: that's new...]
[I am just THE dragon: an art of self-duplication!! Fascinating]
Sanguinius's clone sent a prayer of thanks to his original, for having put his date on pause.
'Brother before woman!! You truly are the original'
He was looking forward to reading Alicia's future apology messages, but he was interrupted.
– bam
A golden cube blocked a katana strike from the Winter Shogun.
This interaction between the two objects caused a significant sonic shock wave, as it raised the snow.
Sanguinius's action surprised the creature and the people present, as the Winter Shogun attacked during a moment of clear distraction.
"You're surprised just by that?"
Sanguinius appeared behind him asking this question.
The Winter Shogun immediately tried to counter-attack, but he hit a golden spear.
The other cubes floating around Sanguinius began to take various forms.
'He's slow... really slow'
Unconsciously, Sanguinius began to compare the Winter Shogun with various past opponents.
A situation similar to a woman with a long body count who comes across someone... below average in her ranking.
It was by such a humiliating method that Sanguinius's clone decided to consider the Winter Shogun as inferior to him.
'He couldn't even beat Aura, and Frieren is out of the question.'
A cold, but realistic assessment.
The result of this assessment confirmed a guaranteed victory.
[Congratulations! You've attracted a potential patron to your stream.]
[The divine seat named Butcher of Monarchs is intrigued by the group chat...]
[The divine seat named Butcher of Monarchs uses his powers to dismantle and understand the group chat...]
[The divine seat named Butcher of Monarchs understands a bit ????#%^##]
[The divine seat named Butcher of Monarchs decides to play the game of ##%%#]
[Butcher of Monarchs sensed the fighting spirit and the incredible level of swordsmanship of the Winter Shogun]
[Butcher of Monarchs wishes to give a quest]
[Quest (rank C+): Honorable combat.]
[Description: Butcher of Monarchs is a former "Tower Walker" who values fighting spirit and persistence]
[Objective: defeat the Winter Shogun "honestly" without trickery]
[Reward: 1000 existence points or gain a small understanding of the "Stab" skill and acquire this skill in its basic form]
[Do you accept this quest? Yes or no?]
[Leader of the Gender Equality Sect (administrator): ...I don't think I can take on this thing in a fair fight]
[Butcher of Monarchs looks at Kazuma with disappointment.]
[Butcher of Monarchs pays a small tribute to express himself clearly.]
[Butcher of Monarchs: I hate system users, but I'm providing a way here for another "thing"... Are you really going to let this pass?]
While he pulverizes a rain of sacred energy bullets on the Winter Shogun.
Sanguinius read the quest.
'This is Kazuma's stream, but can I do the quest?'
As if the original Sanguinius had read his thoughts, he immediately asked in the group chat.
[The False Light of Baal: you seem hesitant to do it... may I try, Kazuma?]
[Butcher of Monarchs: No need to ask him, my quest is available to everyone]
[The False Light of Baal: you heard? Hurry up and eliminate this thing without cheating!!]
Butcher of Monarchs.
Such a title could only be given to two people in Sanguinius's mind, and both are very powerful.
'Especially the one who finished the tower alone!!'
Jaehwan.
(Image)
That's the individual behind this frightening pseudonym named Butcher of Monarchs.
The other candidate is Sung Jinwoo, but Sanguinius bets he's dealing with Jaehwan because of the term "Tower Walkers" and "Stab".
'Especially since he hates "the system."'
Unconsciously, Sanguinius began to look at the Winter Shogun as a buff.
During the entire interaction with his original and Jaehwan, the clone never stopped his fight for a single moment.
"Okay, I'm going to be serious"
As if grasping the situation, the Winter Shogun took some distance.
The two observed each other for a moment.
Bam
The fight lasted an instant.
Sanguinius headed toward the Winter Shogun at his maximum speed before stabbing him with a golden spear in the chest.
To ensure his victory, he expels at the top of his spear embedded in the spirit's chest a pure beam of Holy Power.
A technique imitating Artoria's attack against Berserker, aka Mana Burst version Holy Power
Everyone began to observe Sanguinius with shocked expressions, as he still had his spear in the Winter Shogun's chest.
"What? I just wanted to test some skills or magic with him, but I have more urgent matters now," he said looking at Kazuma and his group, frozen by the absurdity of the situation.
[You have completed the quest of the divine seat Butcher of Monarchs]
[Please select your reward:]
[A: 1000 existence points]
[B: a small understanding of the Stab skill and the basic form of the skill]
"I'll take the second option."
After these words, Sanguinius found himself alone in a vast green meadow, in an unknown body.
Stab
He didn't understand why, but he began to use the Stab skill.
Stab
Stab
Stab
...
He continued to use this skill, until he lost count.
Once awakened, he started again, again and again.
It was hell.
He ate, hunted, trained, slept and used the "Stab" skill in every free moment.
He had begun to forget everything about his past, he no longer thought about his future.
Only the present mattered.
In it, he had to use the "Stab" skill to climb a nightmarish tower.
This hell lasted 30 years.
Thirty fucking years using the "Stab" skill without being the master of his body.
He was just a spectator, but he felt everything!!
The frustration, when his body's companions abandoned him.
The anger, when his best friend committed suicide out of fatigue and despair.
The hatred against The Tower of Nightmares, when the woman his body loved died in his arms.
During all these trials, his mind took refuge in the "Stab" skill.
After losing several times against the master of Tower of Nightmares, his body spent an additional 100 days looking for answers.
He no longer trusted his status or items.
Can living beings really be represented by numbers?
This question began to haunt the body possessed by Sanguinius.
Despite all his reflections, he continued to use the "Stab" skill.
After using the "Stab" skill more than 10,000,000,000 times, Sanguinius saw it...
[You have obtained the Stab skill lvl Max]
[Congratulations, you have won ????]
[Name: ???? (rank ???)]
[Category: passive skill]
[Description: ???]
[Effect: ???]
[Group chat warning: If you want to develop this thing, then no system will be able to reside in you anymore and you will have to "deny the world and its logic."]
[do you accept ???? Yes or no]
[Butcher of Monarchs: you're not just a braggart, you were able to stay sane]
"Bastard!!!"