Chapter 170 Weapon Mastery
A holographic phrase suddenly appeared before Abel's eyes.
It felt a little different than usual.
Wouldn't it be normal for it to say that the original skill was created? But Abel was sure he'd seen that phrase before—when he first came to this world and fought a battle, and when writing the heart of the beast.
'Ah, so this is a skill that Abel Carriers possesses?'
Now that he thought about it, he knew why this message appeared now. Abel had never held a weapon other than a gavel before.
Immediately afterward, information on the unlocked skill appeared.
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<Skill Information>
Title: Weapon Mastery
Effect: Increases overall ability when handling this weapon.
Type: Greatsword (999), Gavel (49)
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'Wait a minute, what is this? 999?'
It was truly an astonishing number. Abel already knew his main weapon was a greatsword, but why was there such a huge difference?
'Well, it's really cool, isn't it?'
He felt a strong sense of urgency. After all, he couldn't use catastrophic punishment here, right? If he kept using that reckless skill, the cave would collapse, and they'd all be crushed to death.
In this situation, weapon mastery was the best solution.
"Oh, get out of the way and stop troubling me!" Abel shouted as he passed Cordell McNeil, who was blocking his path.
Perhaps thanks to the effects of the Greatsword Mastery, his steps felt incredibly light. Advancing like flowing water, he collided with an opponent rushing toward him.
That's when Abel realized something.
'Huh? I guess I can just skip this?'
Not only were his opponent's movements clearly visible, but he could also predict how they would act. It would be easy to upset their balance this way.
Chae-Ang! Ta-da! Chin!
"Ugh?"
After striking the opponent's sword, Abel lightly kicked the knight's ankle, causing the knight to stumble violently and fall over. Abel glanced back and said, "You know? Just tie him up."
"Huh!" Cordell McNeil let out a laugh, seemingly in disbelief that Abel had defeated a veteran knight in just one blow. It was understandable. Usually, you'd need to clash with someone like that for at least a few dozen rounds.
Like Cordell, the enemies seemed quite surprised. The momentum that had been pushing them forward without hesitation was now gone, replaced by an atmosphere of hesitation.
"Come on in, as many as you want," Abel said with a broad smile, flicking his greatsword. The immediate and violent reaction from the enemies showed that his expression had really annoyed them.
"That guy?" one of the knights muttered.
"Don't get scared. Do it in order!" the captain commanded, and the chaotic atmosphere returned to normal.
'Oh, this is a bit disappointing,' Abel thought. He could have won in an instant. But it didn't really matter. Now that he had a greatsword in hand, he felt like a true northern berserker. No, in fact, he had become much stronger than before.
He didn't need to sacrifice his body with extreme choices anymore.
'i have to see the end before the skill effect ends,' Abel reminded himself. There was no clear duration indicated, but it was unlikely to last indefinitely.
Chuck! Abel stepped forward, gripping the greatsword. Though it was the first weapon he had ever held in his life, it felt incredibly familiar, as if he were a knight who had trained day and night for decades.
Shhhhhhh! Damn it!
The opponent's sword strikes came relentlessly. The knights attacked and retreated repeatedly, like sophisticated mechanical devices. It would be a difficult battle for anyone standing in Abel's position.
But he never thought he would lose.
"If the structure is complex, it breaks down easily. Like this," Abel said, spinning his greatsword before thrusting it forward. One of the knights attacking him was caught right in the middle of the move.
It wasn't a particularly impressive blow, more like throwing a stone into the flow of a storm. But surprisingly, the result was amazing.
"Ugh!"
The knight's knees buckled as the greatsword struck his side. No matter how much armor protected him, the ribs were still a vulnerable area.
It wasn't enough to knock him out completely, but just as the knight tried to get up, another problem arose.
"Huh?"
Chin! Bam! Your journey continues with empire
The knight behind him, not realizing the first knight had fallen, tripped over him. With both of them lying on the ground, the coordinated attack lost its momentum.
Meanwhile, Abel steadily reduced the number of enemies. He didn't aim to kill but struck hard enough to knock them out.
'What's difficult about this? Just hit them hard, and it'll be over. Like this.'
Shuhwaaaaak―! Tear-rrr!
"Kkuek!"
Abel struck the back of a knight's head with the side of the greatsword, producing a sound like a pig being slaughtered. The knight suddenly fainted.
Abel skillfully turned to the next knight, landing another blow.
Thump!
"Kkung!"
"Oh, oh, oh!"
As two more knights fell in quick succession, the remaining enemies began to visibly panic. What Abel had just done wasn't a great technique—it was just a matter of roughly hitting them until they were down.
To the others, he must have looked like an incredibly skilled expert.
Abel, well aware of the fallen knights' abilities, flicked his greatsword with a bitter smile.
"Can't even withstand something like this? The knights of the Marquisate of Yates are rather low-level."
Provocation always worked best when delivered with confidence. As expected, the captain, who had been issuing commands, now felt the pressure.
"Go in with full force!" the captain shouted, clearly sensing the danger. He likely believed that if things continued this way, all his subordinates would fall, and then it would be his turn.
This was the moment Abel had been waiting for.
'But can it be changed?'
Now, there was no reason to persist in making extreme choices. This was thanks to the greatly increased abilities resulting from Greatsword Mastery.
However, I didn't have the confidence to follow through. In that case, is there really a need to lower the attack power?
But the hologram that appeared immediately afterward was a bit disappointing.