I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 130

Two Steps to Hell

[STAGE 5]

– Until Start: 24 hours remaining

***

Crossroad City. Barracks.

Dion Mercenary Group’s lodgings.

‘We’ve got an opportunity.’

Dion stood before his party members, grinning.

‘We’ve never been treated properly. Always just used as meat shields.’

All four of his party members nodded in unison.

Before coming to this front, these five had suffered all sorts of hardships as mercenaries.

When they were rookies, they were thrown into all sorts of suicidal missions just because they were new.

Even after gaining experience and understanding how things worked, they were always stuck with the dirtiest jobs because they lacked talent and impressive skills.

‘But Prince Ash recognized our true worth.’

Ash was different.

Not only did he willingly give them a chance when they asked for it, but he also didn’t hesitate to invest in the Dion Mercenary Group after seeing their potential.

They received good armor and expensive silver swords, and were even given military uniforms made specifically for the Southern Front soldiers.

Among all the treatment they had received as mercenaries living day-to-day, the treatment here at the monster front was the best.

Dion was already filled with loyalty to Ash.

‘Let’s show His Highness what we can do in this defense battle. How well we can perform.’

Dion clenched his fist tightly.

‘This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This is our chance to make it big!’

‘Make it big…’

‘Let’s succeed and show them!’

‘Succeed…!’

Make it big. Succeed.

The five of them had goofy smiles on their faces at those dreamlike words. Dion grinned.

‘Alright! Let’s each share our ambitions. What will you do if you make a lot of money?’

‘If I succeed, I’ll gather funds to start a merchant guild. It’s my dream to do big business.’

‘I need money for my wedding! My sweetheart is waiting for me back home!’

‘I want to send my parents a lot of spending money. I’ve never been able to do anything properly for them…’

‘I’m going to enroll my younger sibling in a magic workshop. When they grow up, they’ll take care of me, right?’

After each of them spoke, the party members all looked at Dion.

Dion chuckled and pointed at himself.

‘Oh, me? I… well, it’s kind of pathetic compared to your dreams.’

Dion scratched the back of his head.

‘The first day I started as a mercenary, I couldn’t handle it sober, so I went for a drink… but it was too expensive. There’s a whiskey brand I couldn’t afford back then.’

A sheepish smile appeared on Dion’s face.

‘It’s not that expensive, but I still can’t bring myself to spend the money. But if I make it big later… I’ll drink a bottle a week.’

The other party members burst into laughter at Dion’s goal.

‘That’s it, Dion! Your ambition is too small!’

‘At least drink one bottle a day!’

‘You guys, then I’d just be a drunkard!’

Dion, who made a peeping sound like a chick, soon smiled broadly.

‘Let’s grit our teeth and do this right. We can do it.’

Dion stretched his arm up.

‘Dion Mercenary Group, the beginning of a legend!’

‘My merchant guild too!’

‘My wedding too!’

‘I’ll take care of my parents!’

‘My retirement fund, little sibling! Wait for me!’

The five members of the Dion Mercenary Group, who had shouted boisterously, then looked at each other and laughed.

***

Lord’s Manor. Annex.

The Shadow Unit’s lodgings.

The three archers were jumping on their beds.

‘Are we really resting today? We don’t have to go to the dungeon?!’

‘Yeah! His Highness said we can rest completely today!’

‘Hehehe! I’m so excited. I love doing nothing and just being on the bed!’

Bodybag was about to stop the archers who were kicking up dust, but decided to leave them alone.

They had been training whenever they had even a little free time.

It had been a long time since they had a day to rest completely. It was no wonder the three archers were excited.

‘?’

Then, Bodybag noticed something unusual and raised his head.

Godhand was nowhere to be seen.

‘Where did he go?’

Leaving the jumping archers in the room, Bodybag went outside the annex.

Looking around, he saw Godhand’s back standing in the archery training ground behind the annex.

Bodybag’s feet stopped as he approached Godhand.

‘……Don’t worry. I’ll protect you……’

Godhand was muttering something quietly.

‘……Yes. If that’s what I can do……’

Bodybag tilted his head.

Who is he talking to?

‘Godhand?’

Bodybag deliberately made a noise as he approached, and Godhand turned around with a startled and flustered face.

‘Bodybag? Why aren’t you resting inside?’

‘I just came out for some air… What are you doing, Godhand? Who were you talking to…’

But Godhand’s conversation partner had already disappeared.

It seemed they had quickly gone into the forest behind the archery training ground.

‘Talking? Ahem! I was alone. I was just talking to myself.’

Godhand’s face was clearly flustered.

Bodybag had never seen Godhand like this before, so he couldn’t understand what was going on. What is it?

Then, the three archers came running out of the annex.

‘What is it, what is it? Do you have something delicious?!’

‘Is it lunchtime already! I’m hungry!’

Godhand, looking at his party members who were holding their stomachs in pain, smiled faintly.

‘Are you all hungry? Then, shall we raid His Highness’s mansion’s dining hall together?’

‘Wow, great! Godhand is a genius!’

‘I’m in-!’

‘I want juice!’

‘I want pickled fruit!’

‘I’ll bring a lot of walnuts and peanuts!’

The three excited archers ran towards the main mansion first.

Godhand, who was walking behind the archers, turned to look at Bodybag.

‘Let’s go quickly, Bodybag. You need to eat something too.’

‘……Yes.’

‘Tomorrow will be a tough day. We need to eat well today.’

The archers were already quite far away. Godhand kicked off the ground and ran to catch up with the children.

‘Hmm…?’

There was a vague sense of unease, but he decided not to worry about it.

Bodybag quickly followed his party members.

***

Temple. Damian’s room.

‘……’

Damian calmly looked at the weapons placed in front of him.

Six magic rifles. One crossbow.

Three quivers of holy arrows and two quivers of silver arrows.

And enchantment scrolls.

These were one-time use attribute-enchanting magic scrolls that Ash had collected. Three in total, with ice, fire, and wind attributes.

Ash had given these to Damian, telling him to use them in case of an emergency.

Damian quietly reached out and ran his fingertips over the neatly placed magic rifles and crossbow.

The next moment,

Click!

With his slender fingers, he quickly grabbed the handle of the magic rifle, put the buttstock to his shoulder, and pressed his face close to the barrel.

Clack! Clunk!

He aligned the sights and brought the front sight to his eye.

‘……’

Damian slowly released the aiming posture he had taken in an instant.

Damian had been repeatedly training to take this aiming posture quickly.

It was to shoot the enemy even a little faster.

In fact, it was not very meaningful for Damian to aim the sights with his naked eye.

[Clairvoyance] did not work that way.

However, this posture was not bad for withstanding the massive recoil of the magic rifle. That’s why he was practicing.

‘If I could do it just a little faster… I could be more helpful to His Highness…’

As Damian was thinking, he suddenly felt dizzy. It seemed to be because he had been cooped up in his room all day training.

‘Should I get some fresh air…’

Damian left his room and headed towards the temple’s central hall, where he discovered something.

‘……’

Saint Margherita was kneeling in front of the goddess statue in the central hall.

She seemed to be praying with a serious face. Damian stopped, silencing his footsteps.

‘……’

With her two hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, her body slightly trembling, she was huddled up.

Margherita, who had been still with her eyes closed, slowly spoke.

‘I just want to be faithful to the task given to me……’

Margherita, who had muttered quietly, let out a long sigh and slowly raised her head.

‘What should I do now……’

The intricately carved goddess statue was looking down at Margherita.

Margherita closed her eyes again and whispered faintly.

‘Please… tell me……’

‘……?’

This was the first time Damian had seen Margherita like this, so he tilted his head.

***

Etty’s Honey Inn. Junior’s room.

‘Haa, haa… Cough!’

Even while coughing up blood, Junior was manipulating her magic power to keep elemental particles floating above her head.

‘Just a little more… and that formula will be mine…’

Around her, who was bleeding from her nose and mouth, all sorts of metaphysical magic circles were formed and then released repeatedly.

‘This much is not too much, just a little more… just a little…!’

Completion was just around the corner.

The realization she had gained from the reverse calculation of the formula the Vampire King had shown her was about to bloom.

At that moment.

– Are you planning to die before me?

Her grandmother’s voice echoed in her mind.

‘……’

A sneer appeared on Junior’s lips.

‘It’s not like I want to die……’

But.

If she didn’t use her life, she wouldn’t even be able to reach it.

Roughly wiping the blood from her nose and mouth, Junior muttered quietly.

‘Now, just a little more…!’

***

Mercenary Guild. Jupiter’s room.

‘Cough, cough!’

Jupiter coughed violently. Dark red blood splattered on the pillow.

‘Haa, cough…!’

The aftereffects of the magic power surge had not completely healed yet.

But because she had ignored it and used magic recklessly, the backlash was coming to Jupiter’s whole body.

‘Is this what it feels like, child?’

Clutching her staggering old body and spitting out the endless stream of blood, Jupiter squeezed her one eye shut.

‘You want to become a mage so badly that you’re enduring this pain… even if it means dying before this old woman?’

– That wouldn’t be so bad.

Her granddaughter’s face, saying that, blurred in her mind.

‘……Do you hate me that much?’

Jupiter gritted her teeth.

Yes, hate me. Hate and curse me.

‘It doesn’t matter how much you hate this old woman. Still, I……’

Cough!

Jupiter, who had coughed up blood, roughly wiped her mouth. The dim light in her one eye flickered back to life.

‘Not yet. Just a little more.’

Hold on a little longer, you damn body!

***

Lord’s Manor.

Backyard garden. Small training ground.

Clack! Clack! Thwack!

Lucas and Evangeline were sparring with wooden swords, wooden spears, and wooden shields.

Since the day they were defeated by Selendion, Lucas and Evangeline had been sparring with each other every day.

Lucas would try to break through Evangeline’s defense, and Evangeline would block Lucas’s attacks.

At first, their win rates were similar, but at some point, Evangeline had been winning continuously.

Evangeline had completely mastered using her ‘intuition,’ and she blocked all of Lucas’s attacks without a single gap.

It was the same now, with only one day left until the defense battle.

Clack! Clack! Thwack!

It was dusk.

Evangeline, with her emerald eyes shining, blocked and deflected all of Lucas’s sword strikes with her shield.

‘I can feel it. I can feel all the ‘paths’ with my skin!’

Now, completely moving her body according to her intuition, Evangeline was standing right before enlightenment.

If she took just one more step.

At that moment, she felt like she would completely reach some ‘ultimate’ that the Cross family had built up from their ancestors-

Thud!

Crash!

Evangeline was knocked backward.

At some point, Lucas’s wooden sword had touched her body, and immediately after, she had been sent flying out of the training ground with a huge impact.

‘Huh?’

Evangeline, who was lying on the ground in a daze, muttered.

Then, she looked up at the figure who had launched this attack.

‘Haa, haa!’

Lucas was standing in the middle of the training ground, breathing heavily.

White steam was rising from the muscular knight’s body.

The knight’s bright blue eyes… were burning like those of a beast.

‘……What was that just now?’

Evangeline looked down at her chest. The practice armor she had worn in case of an accident was dented in.

If she hadn’t worn it, she might have died.

‘Even my intuition couldn’t avoid it. No, I couldn’t even see it properly. What kind of attack did you launch?’

‘……This?’

Smirk.

Lucas, who had swept his sweat-soaked blonde hair back, raised the corners of his mouth.

There was no trace of his usual golden retriever-like smile. A ferocity like that of a wolf was on the knight’s lips.

‘……Let’s just call it my desperation.’

***

South of Crossroad. Plains.

Late at night, close to dawn.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The 1,000 Blood Clan members led by Selendion arrived here.

Alpha, after confirming Crossroad in the distance, reported.

‘The walls are visible, Lord.’

‘……’

‘It’s the humans’ city. It seems we will be within attack range in a few hours.’

‘Hoo.’

Selendion, who was sitting in a palanquin with a bored face, glanced north.

‘Soon.’

The slaughter where they kill each other.

Finally, now, it begins.

Selendion, who had risen from the palanquin, slowly turned around.

‘My kin.’

The Vampire King smiled at his personal guard, who were flashing red eyes.

It was a vampire-like smile with prominent fangs.

‘Are you ready to cover the mortal realm with mountains of corpses and seas of blood?’

No answer was needed.

Covering the mortal realm with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

That was the very reason for their existence.

***

‘They’re coming.’

I muttered, staring at the southern plains in the distance.

I couldn’t sleep, so I had come to the wall since dawn.

And I was able to confirm their appearance with my own eyes.

They were far away, but they were steadily advancing.

[STAGE 5]

– Until Start: 3 hours remaining

Hell.

Towards this monster front, a living hell… was approaching.

It was right before our eyes now.

I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]

I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]

Tyrant of the Tower Defense Game 디펜스 게임의 폭군이 되었다
Status: Completed Author: Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] In the relentless pursuit of conquering an unbeatable tower defense game, a dedicated gamer finally achieves the impossible—only to awaken within the very world he just mastered. Now inhabiting the body of a noble exiled to a perilous border fortress, he faces relentless waves of monstrous adversaries. Armed with his gaming expertise and strategic prowess, he must rally heroes, fortify defenses, and navigate treacherous politics to protect his newfound reality. Dive into a thrilling saga where virtual tactics become real-world survival in "I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game."

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