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Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World Chapter 35

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The mercenaries’ tension escalated the longer it dragged on.

 

“Do you all have a death wish today?”
“Go ahead and try! Just because you’re a bit famous doesn’t mean—”

 

Despite their raised voices, no one actually drew their weapons.

 

Hah. What kind of fight is this?

 

To bystanders, it might seem nerve-wracking, but to my eyes, it was clear this would end without any real conflict.

At most, they’d exchange a few punches before it fizzled out.

 

Typical mercenaries—they value their lives too much.
Can’t blame them, though. Losing an arm in a pointless fight would ruin their careers.

 

Still, from my perspective, it was a dull spectacle.

 

“Here’s the food you ordered….”
“Ah, thank you.”

 

Just in case, I nibbled on the grilled sausages the server brought over while observing the scene.

 

“Should I just dunk him?”
“Everyone, get ready to draw your weapons.”
“Hah, as if we wouldn’t.”

 

More threats.

More talk of drawing weapons.
All bark and no bite.

 

If either side had been drunk, they might have thrown a punch by now, but no such luck.

 

“Thank you for the meal.”
“Oh, uh, you’re welcome….”

 

I placed the half-eaten sausage down and stood up.

 

The server, clearly terrified a fight might break out, lingered by my side.

 

Was it because I looked safer to be around?
Sharp instincts.

 

Anyway…

 

“Cowards, that’s why you’re all lapdogs for that little brat…”

 

Perfect timing. I approached the group, my cue to step in.

 

“What’s this about a brat?”
“Huh?”

 

Right on cue, they were talking about me.
I intervened, and the tension shifted toward me.

 

… That kid must have noticed.

 

No wonder he was unusually quiet.

 

“You’re….”
“Got a problem with me?”

 

Ignoring Jevan for now, I walked up to the leader of the opposing group.

 

“Hey, Jevan, who’s this guy?”
“…He’s the leader of the Bluebird Mercenary Corps.”
“Does he usually work here?”
“He recently came to the capital.”

 

The Bluebird Mercenary Corps, huh?

 

A quick glance at their badges showed a mix of silver and bronze ranks.

Their numbers weren’t bad, at least.

 

“No wonder he’s so full of himself.”

 

I leaned in closer to the leader, who wore a golden badge indicating his position as the leader.

 

He looked young—probably mid-thirties.
A prime age to be brimming with confidence.

 

“This bastard….”

 

Though he had a muscular build, seeing me up close must’ve shaken him.

 

Not surprising, considering I was taller, broader, and dressed in a buffed leather coat that screamed wealth.

My longsword from the Gareth forge didn’t even have a scabbard—it was a clear flex.

 

On top of that, my neatly groomed hair and overall appearance likely made me seem like someone not to mess with.

 

“I asked if you had a problem with me.”

 

From their earlier argument, it seemed like Jevan was being disrespected because of me.

Might as well use this chance to establish myself.

 

Tap, Tap.

 

I lightly patted the leader’s shoulder. He flinched but didn’t retaliate.

 

He was clearly sizing me up, but I wasn’t about to wait.

 

“What’s with the silence?”

 

Smack!

 

“Argh!”

 

A sharp kick to his shin forced him to his knees.

 

“I-I…!”

 

Some might call this excessive, but in this place, it’s fair game.

 

Here, strength is power.

 

And I’ve got plenty of backing, so I can throw my weight around without a care.

I’m not about to act like the house’s obedient dog outside its gates.

 

“Now talk.”

 

After all, I spent over six years as a gladiator.

This rough side of me is second nature.

 

“I-I have no problem….”
“Then why’d you start something?”

“That… well….”

 

It seemed there was another reason behind this fight.
The earlier comment about “a brat” seemed to be a deliberate provocation aimed at Jevan.

 

“Hey, Jevan, why were you fighting?”
“…Those guys were the ones who started it.”
“So why did they start it?”

 

I turned my gaze to Jevan.

 

He wasn’t the type to dodge questions, so why was he being so roundabout?

 

“…Step forward.”

 

Unable to withstand my stare, Jevan finally spoke, and a hooded man from among his subordinates stepped forward.

 

Ah, it’s the rookie I saw earlier. So the fight was about him?

 

“Take off your hood.”

 

At my command, the rookie pulled back his hood.

 

“Hmm?”

 

I was taken aback by what I saw.

 

An asian?

 

“He’s a friend from the Far East.”

“Nice to meet you, big guy. I’ve come from a distant continent.”

 

The man, with his hair tied back neatly, was quite handsome—an uncommon sight in this Western-dominated world.

 

“You don’t speak the language well, do you?”
“…His skills are solid. He’s made a name for himself recently.”

 

It was refreshing to see someone from the East after so long, but I wasn’t sure how well we’d communicate.

 

Still, he looked like a capable fighter.

 

Anyone who made it all the way from the Far East to here had to have serious skills.

 

“Alright, nice to meet you. So, this fight started because of him?”
“…Yes, it seems they picked on him for being an outsider.”
“Then why did you take him in?”
“Because he’s skilled and reliable. Better than most.”

 

So Jevan believed in ability over all else.

 

From the way he was watching me nervously, it was clear he was worried I might not take kindly to the foreigner.

 

If he was going to be so anxious about it, why hire him in the first place?

 

“Don’t worry, I don’t have a problem with him. Now then….”

 

Whoosh—

 

As I spoke, I stepped back slightly.

 

Thunk!

 

A dagger buried itself in the spot I had just been standing.

 

That bastard. I wondered what he was up to during our conversation, and it turned out he was trying something cute. I dodged just in time.

 

“You…!”

 

The leader’s face flushed red with anger.

He was clearly enraged.

 

“Does this guy have a low IQ or something?”

 

With that, I swung my foot forward.

 

Wham!

 

“Urgh!”

 

The kick landed hard, sending the mercenary leader sprawling to the ground.

 

“Seems he’s a hothead—and rude to boot.”
“Surprising he’s still alive.”
“His skills do seem decent, though.”

 

Oh? That’s true. The way he threw that dagger was sharp.

 

Even now, though he was staggering, he managed to get back on his feet quickly.

 

“Looks like he needs some discipline.”

 

I approached the staggering leader, ready to deal with him.

 

But then—

 

“Hey, stop right there.”

 

One of his subordinates, a bulky man, stepped in front of me to block my path.

 

“Hey.”

 

I raised my hand high, looking the man straight in the eye.

 

Even though he was big, I was still taller, and my raised hand only added to the intimidation.

 

“You… y-you can’t go near the boss—”

 

The sheer height and pressure must’ve gotten to him, because he flinched for a moment.

 

Smack!

 

“Urgh!”

 

With a loud slap from my raised hand, the bulky subordinate hit the ground, unable to handle the impact.

 

“Who do you think you’re blocking?”

 

Crunch.

 

I stepped over the groaning subordinate and approached the now-steady mercenary leader.

 

This reminded me of that incident with Jevan.

 

At least Jevan had been drunk back then. This guy, though—he was fully sober. I had to admit, that took guts.

 

“You bastard….”

 

This time, he didn’t just stop at a dagger. He drew the sword at his waist.

 

“Put the sword down.”
“What?”

“Sheathe your sword, or do you want to disband your mercenary company today?”

 

I didn’t want to escalate things unnecessarily, so I gave him the choice.

If he swung that sword, this mid-level mercenary company would be done for by sundown.

 

“Hurry up and decide.”

 

I stood still, giving him a moment to choose.

 

Eventually—

 

“Urgh…”

 

The leader came to his senses and reluctantly sheathed his sword.

 

“Why the hell did you draw it if you weren’t going to use it?”

 

Thud!

 

“Gah!”

 

I kicked him squarely, sending him sprawling again. Then, I scanned the area.

 

The leader’s subordinates were glaring at me, but their fear was evident.

 

The spectators around us remained silent, watching the scene unfold.

 

Not bad. I liked this atmosphere.

 

“Hey, take him and get out of here.”

 

I jerked my chin toward the closest subordinate, pointing at their fallen leader.

 

Though he was clutching his side and unable to get up, the guy wasn’t seriously injured. He was a strong enough mercenary to handle a beating like this.

 

“Y-yes…”

 

The subordinates, including the bulky man who had confronted me earlier, scrambled to gather their fallen leader and retreated, leaving the area.

 

“Phew.”

 

I sat down on a nearby chair that had been knocked over in the scuffle.

 

With a flick of my finger, I motioned to the rookie who had caught my attention earlier.

 

“Hey, samurai, come here.”
“You know samurai?”
“Of course I do.”

 

He really was a samurai, huh?

 

Then again, in a world with knights, why wouldn’t there also be Eastern warriors like samurai?

 

“Show me your weapon.”
“That requires the captain’s permission.”

 

The samurai spoke in halting Continental Common and looked toward Jevan for approval.

 

It seemed he had a strict sense of duty and followed orders closely.

 

“…Just listen to whatever he says.”
“Understood.”

 

With Jevan’s permission, the samurai drew a thin sword from his waist.

 

“Oh, a Japanese sword.”

 

I couldn’t help but admire it—it was the real deal.

 

“It is not a Japanese sword. It is a katana.”
“Ah, right, katana.”

 

There wouldn’t be a “Japan” in this world, but it was fascinating nonetheless.

 

“You know of samurai?”
“Yeah, I read about them in books.”

 

Jevan looked at me curiously, probably surprised that I seemed familiar with samurai culture.

Sure, I might come off as uneducated sometimes, but I wasn’t clueless about everything.

 

“On your back…?”
“A naginata. A spear from my homeland.”
“Ah, I see.”

 

A Japanese-style spear, huh?

 

Looking more closely, now that his hood was down, I noticed that even the armor under his robe had a distinct samurai aesthetic.

 

Did he bring all this from his homeland?

 

Impressive. If his skills were anything like his equipment, he must be the real deal. No one had managed to take that unique armor from him, after all.

 

“Jevan.”
“Yes?”
“There’s an open training ground behind here, right? Go rent it for me.”
“Wait, what?”

 

A skilled samurai… I couldn’t resist.

 

“Hey, samurai, let’s spar.”
“A fight? Very well.”
“Hey, Hans! Bring me a wooden sword!”

 

I had to see this for myself.

 

The martial arts of the Eastern world in this universe—it was time to experience it firsthand.

 

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Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World

Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World

Surviving in a Damned Fantasy World, 망할 판타지 세상에서 살아남기
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
The world I was reincarnated in was too f*cked up to be a fantasy world.

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