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Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World Chapter 8

Raid

The moment I heard the thunderous explosion, I instinctively bolted out of the doghouse.

 

“Kyahh!!”
“Put out the fire first!”
“Young Lady!!”

 

Damn it. The mansion is on fire.

 

Even from the garden, I can feel the searing heat.

 

…I didn’t sense a thing.
Was it because I was asleep? No, they just attacked in a way I couldn’t detect.

 

That’s why we were caught off guard.

 

And to think the Royal Knights were ambushed earlier today.

They must have regrouped and come straight for us as the next target.

 

Ruthless bastards.

 

Their timing is impeccable.

They struck right when we least expected it.

 

But more importantly… in this chaos… no, never mind.
For a brief moment, the thought of fleeing crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.

 

Am I insane?
The Boyd family isn’t some minor household.

 

A single ambush isn’t going to topple the foundation.

 

Eventually, things will settle, and if anyone holds a grudge against me, they might send a pursuit squad.

 

And even if I manage to shake off any pursuers, I’d be forced into a grueling life on the run.

 

Leave behind the training grounds where I’ve been comfortably fed while training in the yard?

 

And besides…

 

Lowell’s words flashed through my mind.

 

The Boyd Marquis family’s secret technique, the best in the Adel Kingdom.

The opportunity to learn it lingered in my thoughts.

 

Yes, in a way, this is an opportunity to gain recognition.

 

Besides, Lowell is here in this mansion.
It’s hard to imagine losing with him around.

 

With that thought, I was about to take action to make a contribution when…

 

I saw additional fireballs flying toward us from outside the mansion.

 

Wow…

 

Is that magic?

 

For the first time in my life, I saw true fantasy-style magic and couldn’t help but marvel.

But my amazement quickly turned into horror when I saw the direction those fireballs were headed.

 

Damn it! They’re coming here!

 

As I debated whether to retreat back into the doghouse to hide—

 

Boom!

 

One of the incoming fireballs exploded mid-air, as if it hit an invisible wall.

 

Looking up, I saw someone on the roof.

 

…That crazy old man.

 

He leapt out and intercepted the magic?
No, was that even possible to block in the first place?

 

The mansion had already taken a hit, and with it now ablaze, the staff were evacuating outside.

 

Well, whatever.
Seeing that old man put me somewhat at ease.

 

Yeah, with him here, we’re not losing.

 

“Everyone, to the annex!”

 

With the main building burning, the guards led the staff to the annex behind the mansion.

 

It seemed untouched by the flames for now.

 

Before moving, I assessed the situation.

 

The Young Lady… she’d probably have her escort knight by her side.
The head guard, who lives on the estate, would soon show up to assist.

 

That made my role clear.

 

I climbed lightly onto the doghouse.

 

There’s no way those fireballs were the only attack.

The main force should be nearby, right?

 

Their goal must be infiltration.

 

I scanned the surroundings from my elevated position.

 

Sure enough, masked figures were scaling the wall nearby.

 

“Oh.”

 

They’re closer than I thought.

No time to sit around and evaluate the situation.

 

Pushing past the fleeing staff heading to the annex, I sprinted toward the wall.

 

“You—!”
“There are intruders!”

 

First, I had to stop the intruders from slaughtering the staff indiscriminately.

 

“What?! Everyone, prepare yourselves! Intruders have arrived!”

 

Fortunately, the guards believed me, likely due to the uneventful peace we’d enjoyed until now.
They quickly began forming a defensive formation.

 

“I’ll borrow this.”

 

Among the guards, I grabbed a sword from one that seemed sturdy enough.

 

“Huh?”

 

The guard, dumbfounded as I snatched his sword, gaped at me.

 

“I’ll take the lead!”

 

Shouting that, I charged ahead toward the masked intruders approaching us.

 

The guards here are undoubtedly skilled.

 

But among the masked intruders, there’s one.

 

Yes, that one.

 

The one stepping forward with his sword drawn.
He’s on a different level.

 

Recognizing this, I immediately channeled my Aura and swung my sword.

 

Clang—!!

 

Even though I poured all my Aura-enhanced strength into the strike, it was easily blocked.

 

So, he’s an Aura user too?
Damn, everyone and their dog seems to use Aura these days.

 

“You’re just as the rumors say. A dog worth killing. Let’s finish this.”
“Try it, then.”

 

Where did he hear about me?

 

Well, I suppose it’s not surprising.

The former Colosseum Champion turning into the pet of a noble family?

Enough time has passed for word to spread, after all.

 

I was quite the popular champion, if I do say so myself.

 

Regardless, the moment our swords clashed, I could feel that I was stronger.
I prepared to press my advantage when—

 

“Arrogant, aren’t you?”

 

With those words, his rhythm shifted completely.

 

And then—

 

‘Track.’

 

A bad feeling crawled up my spine, and I focused my Aura into my eyes to observe his movements.

 

The world around me seemed to slow to a crawl.
In this sluggish reality, the masked man alone moved at normal speed.

 

…An expert Fleet user, huh?

To follow up the first exchange with Fleet immediately—he wants to finish this fast.

 

I concentrated my Aura as well and activated my own Fleet, though still unpolished.

 

Now, in this distorted time, unseen by other guards or masked intruders, our blades collided again.

 

Clang— Cling— Screech—

 

But…

 

My lack of proficiency in combining Track and Fleet left my technique wanting.

 

His blade effortlessly deflected mine and slashed across my chest.

 

“Guh—!”

 

A searing pain explodeed in my chest as Track broke, snapping me back into the normal flow of time.

 

“Not bad.”

 

The wound is deep.

But I managed to deflect the most critical blow.

 

Fleet, after all, is one of the most taxing techniques for any Aura user.

No matter how skilled he is, using it consecutively would be difficult.

 

Clang! Clang! Clang!

 

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain.

 

I blocked the sword that followed.

 

Thud, Thud-

Every time I applied force, a wound on my chest opened and blood spurted out.

 

But stopping here would only mean losing my head.

 

“Help me!”
“Block the others!”

 

Meanwhile, the guards were preoccupied fending off other masked intruders.

 

This meant that the outcome of this skirmish rested on the duel between me and this masked man.

 

Clang! Clang!

 

Our blades met again and again.

Each impact sent sharp pain shooting through my body, radiating from my wound.

 

HuffHuff….”

 

Still…
For my first real bout against a seasoned Aura user, holding my ground like this was a win in itself.

 

The urgency is on his side.

As the attacker, time isn’t in his favor.

Especially with the commotion caused by attacking a noble’s estate in the capital, he’s racing against the clock.

 

And for someone of his caliber?

Getting delayed by a “guard dog” like me in the courtyard must be infuriating.

 

Clang—!

 

Once again, our swords collided.

 

But still, this guy’s skills were sharp.

 

His fundamental swordsmanship was exceptional.

 

It was textbook. Perfectly disciplined.
What should I call it—his basics were solid, a systematic form of swordplay.

 

His Aura mastery and swordsmanship…
In those areas, he was better than me.

 

However—

 

In terms of physical ability, experience, and instinct, I had the edge.

 

So, my opportunity to win was now.

 

Before he could activate Fleet again, I planned to push forward and finish it.

 

But then—

 

Whoosh!

 

Again.

 

I felt another surge of unease.

 

…Fleet?
No, this was different.

 

It wasn’t compressing energy—it felt like he was releasing it.

 

Gasp!”

 

Crack—!!

 

The deafening sound of shattering metal rang out as my sword broke.

 

It’s Rush!

This bastard is a true master.

 

“Damn!”

 

The moment my sword shattered, he lunged, confident of his victory.

 

I felt a sharp twinge in the back of my neck—a warning.
I instinctively twisted my head to the left.

 

Swish—

 

His blade barely grazed my hair as it passed.

 

“…!”

 

He must not have expected me to dodge, judging by his startled gasp.

Using that opening, I twisted my broken sword with enough force to strain my arm and drove it straight into his shoulder.

 

Thunk!

 

Grrk!”

 

The blade sank in deeply.

 

Crunch—

 

“Argh…!”

 

I twisted the embedded blade and let go of the hilt.

 

Wham!

 

As he flinched in pain, I kicked him square in the stomach, creating distance between us.

 

Thud— Clatter—

 

“Ugh…”

 

Taking advantage of the brief reprieve, I glanced down to see blood pouring from my chest wound.

 

…The wound was deep.

 

HuffHuff….”

 

I steadied my breathing and refocused on my opponent.

 

“Kughh…”

 

He was clutching the sword lodged deep in his shoulder, gasping for air.

 

“Get lost.”

 

That should be enough.
Though my injury was deep, his shoulder wound would significantly hinder him.

 

Any further fighting would result in catastrophic losses for both of us.

 

“…I’ll remember this.”

 

Realizing this too, he retreated slowly into the shadows.

 

Hoo…”

 

Once he disappeared entirely, I scanned my surroundings.

 

“Push forward!”
“We’re winning!”
“Hold the line!”

 

Though I had won, the other masked intruders were still engaged.

…Were they just stalling for time?

 

Probably.
This clearly wasn’t their main force.

 

The main force must be—

 

Boom! Crash!

 

I turned toward the roof of the mansion.

Where explosions continued to echo.

In the faint glimpses of movement, I could see figures clashing.

 

The one fighting the old man over there must be the main force.

 

No point in heading there—I’d just get caught in the crossfire.

 

For now, I took off my coat and tied it tightly around my chest to stem the bleeding.
The medical room was out of the question in this chaos…

 

At least it wasn’t a fatal wound.

 

I’ve stood at the brink of life and death countless times in the Colosseum.
As long as I avoid excessive blood loss, I can keep moving.

 

And besides, I haven’t done enough yet.

 

I turned to the burning mansion.

 

These masked intruders were unusually skilled.
With Lowell occupied, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Young Lady was safe.

 

Still, I needed to deal with what was in front of me first.

 

Tightening the makeshift bandage around my chest, I joined the guards in taking down the remaining intruders.

 

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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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