Only My Skill Tooltip Is Strange

Chapter 34

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Efficiency is important.

While I might not die, that doesn’t mean I won’t get hurt.

Maximize the reward with minimal injuries.

For that, I needed a team.

Carlos was an Earthling player who was forming a team and active on the second floor.

A team composed solely of Earthlings.

Ten of them hunted griffins and shared the prize money.

Among them, the player taking the largest share was Carlos.

That was only natural, given that he had the D-rank skill “Grade 4 Ignition.”

“I’ll give you a bit more of your share.”

Carlos thought the Error Player wouldn’t refuse.

No matter how good the skill, it wasn’t easy to take on a match alone unless you were exceptionally strong.

‘...The newcomers all knew about this guy.’

There was a reason Carlos had sought out the Error Player.

The Error Player was more famous than expected.

‘Even those who survived that damned entertainment.’

Entertainment.

The massacre of Earthlings held periodically in the Colosseum.

Surviving there is usually impossible without a miracle.

Yet he had done it.

Not just a few survived, but not a single one died, and all came out unscathed.

─ A Korean player saved us with an incredible skill.

─ He blew cold air from his mouth, and it seemed really powerful.

At the center of it all was the Error Player.

‘I can’t let him slip to another team.’

An unsuspecting new player.

If I was going to make a move, now was the time.

Carlos waited for the Error Player’s response.

The Error Player opened his mouth.

“I said I’d think about it. How many times do I have to say that for you to understand?”

Carlos’s eyes twitched fiercely.

It was a battle of nerves.

I took the other’s reaction that way.

‘Should I say it’s about establishing dominance in a nicer way?’

I was familiar with this.

Seniors in sports teams would often pick fights like this.

‘I was young back then.’

And there was the wall of reality that a single human couldn’t overcome.

No matter how good someone was, blocking ten hands with one arm was impossible.

But now, things were different.

I was confident I could win even if hundreds of opponents charged at me.

I guarantee it.

For the twenty seconds that I activated Cheolpo Samgong, there would be no Earthling who could inflict a scratch on me.

The man glared at me, growling.

“...You’ll regret this. Even if you come begging later, I won’t accept you.”

What was the reason for his sticky behavior?

The question didn’t linger long.

Click—

I heard the sound of a door locking.

Everyone who had been chatting and drinking turned to look at us.

Lee Seol-ah, who had been almost kicked out, returned with a weapon in hand.

‘Are they all in on it?’

The corners of the man’s mouth twisted.

He was mocking me.

“I clearly said you’d regret this.”

“...I didn’t expect it. Are you really going to swindle another Earthling?”

“Of course.”

Seeing him say it as if it were obvious, it seemed he had done this more than once.

“...Why?”

“Are you asking why I’d kill you? An Earthling?”

He countered my question.

“You just came up to the second floor. So you might not know how Earthlings become stronger.”

“Are you trying to kill me to steal my skill?”

“Oh.”

He grinned.

Clapping his hands mockingly, he said.

“You catch on quickly. It seems you didn’t acquire that skill by pure luck.”

He misunderstood the path I took to acquire Hatchling Breath.

He thought I absorbed the souls of other players to steal their skills.

‘But I got it by chance.’

Just because you kill an opponent doesn’t mean you can absorb them 100%.

In response to my question, he answered.

“Not zero, huh? Hehe.”

“...What a worthless piece of trash.”

Killing someone while expecting an infinitesimally small chance of absorption.

Just because I had trapped him didn’t mean it was over.

He had formed a team.

They were scheming to take advantage of unsuspecting Earthlings.

The rest wouldn’t just stand by.

They charged at me en masse.

“It’s been a while.”

It was a situation where using Hatchling Breath was awkward.

It had been a long time since I had to face them solely with physical blows.

The difference now was that I had stats entirely different from those I had a week ago.

I coated my fist with power.

Then I delivered it as a gift to the first black man who approached me.

Bam-!

Strength increases attack power, vitality increases life force and durability.

Intelligence increases spell power, wisdom increases mana and resistance.

Each boosts their respective stats.

Agility and luck, unlike other stats, do not affect the status window.

But does that mean they’re useless?

Not at all.

In Lee Seol-ah’s eyes, it seemed the Error Player was dodging attacks with a mysterious movement.

“This bastard!”

“He’s dodging that?”

While the teammates kept striking at empty air, the Error Player’s fists connected with the teammates with ghost-like precision.

Pow-!

“Cough...!”

The one hit by the Error Player fell like a puppet with its strings cut and never got back up.

“He’s... dead.”

Lee Seol-ah rushed over, placing her fingers on the neck of the fallen teammate.

He wasn’t breathing.

He had died in a single blow.

A chill ran down my spine.

I couldn’t believe it.

‘Wasn’t he an Earthling?’

He was an Earthling.

He had been summoned for entertainment.

‘But how is that possible?’

Corpses lay strewn across the tavern floor.

All of them were teammates who had been active with Lee Seol-ah.

“Oh, is this the feeling?”

In the Error Player’s hand was a wind gun.

It activated the Venom Dart skill, which summoned a single-use poisonous dart.

“P-please, save me...”

Lee Seol-ah quickly knelt and begged the Error Player.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he fired the dart.

Pew!

【0】

Lee Seol-ah’s life force dropped to zero in an instant.

The light in her eyes vanished.

“Accuracy correction is in play.”

The Error Player muttered this as he glared at the remaining players in the tavern.

“If there’s anyone who wants to uphold loyalty, come at me.”

I watched the Error Player’s prowess with my own eyes.

In such an atmosphere, there was no one who would dare to challenge him.

Everyone was busy trying to escape the moment they got the chance.

Players rushed out.

The Error Player released Prison Frozen and faced Carlos, who had been trapped inside.

“......”

Carlos looked around with terrified eyes.

The corpses scattered around sparked fear within him.

Having heard the sounds of battle from behind the ice wall made the situation feel even more deadly.

He asked with a trembling voice.

“W-who are you? How can an Earthling be this strong?!”

“......”

The Error Player, after a moment of contemplation, replied.

“A regressor.”

“......!”

I thought it would be good to extract information before killing him, but was there a way to make him reveal the truth without exposing everything?

A method to persuade the opponent completely without revealing what couldn't be disclosed.

‘Thanks, Kim Min-seong.’

From his expression, it seemed he understood vaguely.

The Error Player silently expressed a brief thanks to Kim Min-seong.