Chapter 27: After this match, I’ll…
The so-called diary is a record of one’s own experiences.
If the ability of the Black Book is to “record diaries,” then is the assassin appearing in front of me also a form of record?
If assassins can be recorded by the Black Book, then what about other things? Or other people?
The more Muen thought about it, the more excited he became.
“In that case, wouldn’t I be equivalent to having the ultimate miserable version of the Sharingan? Just need to record others’ moves, and I can freeload through this method, without even paying tuition fees!”
“And with such a lifelike environment and opponents, I can definitely comprehend skills faster!”
“With such a powerful cheat, who’s afraid of being the protagonist?”
Muen’s eyes shone brighter and brighter, as if he could see himself kicking the protagonist, punching the antagonist, marrying a beautiful woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life ahead!
“Ah.”
Unfortunately, before he could decide whether he wanted to marry a gentle big sister-type beauty or a sarcastic and cunning big sister-type beauty, Muen saw the assassin appear in front of him once again.
Then, the assassin raised the dagger.
“Damn it.”
Muen didn’t even have a chance to react, he could only rage helplessly and curse.
And once again, a head fell to the ground.
…
“Come again!”
As consciousness returned to reality, Muen didn’t even have time to seriously feel the aftermath of death before he slapped the pages of the Black Book directly.
“I don’t believe it!”
…
In the dark space, Muen opened his eyes.
The assassin still stood not far away, about ten meters away, in the same position as the first and second times he came in. But Muen knew that this distance was basically nothing for the assassin.
“So, my goal now is to learn from her footsteps?”
The ability to instantly flash over ten meters was truly enticing to Muen. With it, among other things, his chances of escape would greatly increase!
“You’ve got to give me a weapon.”
Muen looked around at the empty surroundings.
“How am I supposed to fight her empty-handed?”
As soon as the words fell, Muen found himself holding a cold, icy object in his hand.
Lowering his head, he saw that it was a dagger.
Exactly the same as the one the assassin held.
“So, only things that have been recorded can be reproduced?”
Muen wasn’t skilled with daggers.
But it didn’t matter. The assassin’s dagger skills were worth learning.
Muen lifted his head, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Although Muen was just a loser compared to the protagonist’s group of cheaters, he was at least a duke’s son. In terms of status, he had laid a solid foundation among his peers since childhood.
From the fact that Muen could keep up with the protagonist, who was just starting to exert himself, it could be seen that even at the warrior level, he was not far behind.
Facing the assassin in front of him, there was no chance of winning, of course, but…
“Now you’re just a residual image recorded by the Black Book.”
Muen gripped the dagger, assuming a stance.
“So, obediently offer up all your moves and skills!”
…
The assassin, just a residual image constructed by the Black Book, naturally wouldn’t respond to Muen. She could only, as she did in life, silently launch attacks at Muen.
“Here it comes!”
Muen’s gaze narrowed.
The assassin, as usual, suddenly stomped her foot on the ground in her small shoes!
Her figure disappeared instantly, but it wasn’t truly gone. It was just that her speed was too fast, momentarily escaping Muen’s line of sight.
So when she reappeared, she was already in front of Muen, just within arm’s reach.
“Do you think the same move will still work on me?”
Even a pig, if killed twice with the same move, would react somehow, let alone a human!
So, in the moment the assassin made her move, Muen anticipated it—her target would definitely be his neck!
With a vast difference in martial strength, it was impossible to rely on reaction speed, but he could predict!
Thus, in the instant the assassin disappeared from his sight, Muen immediately tilted his head to the left, dodging the attack coming from the right and striking precisely with a lethal blow aimed at the major artery.
In reality, it didn’t matter whether the assassin aimed for the major artery or not, because each time her sharp dagger would simply sever Muen’s neck.
However, no matter how sharp the dagger, it still had to make contact with the target to be lethal!
A dagger that misses its mark is no different from a toy!
Seeing the assassin pause for a moment as the dagger passed by his neck, Muen couldn’t help but smirk.
“How’s that? Even if there’s a big gap in strength, as long as I use my brain, I can…”
Muen’s words were cut short.
Because he heard the whistling of the wind.
It was the sound of a sharp weapon slicing through the air.
The dagger did indeed miss its mark, but the assassin didn’t change her technique or retreat to reorganize her attack.
She simply loosened her fingers.
The dagger spun in her palm, like a fluttering butterfly.
She tightened her grip on the dagger again, but its position had changed.
From a forward stab to a reverse grip.
So, after crossing paths with Muen’s neck and completing a rotation, the blade returned once more.
“Damn it.”
Muen barely had time to curse before the dagger accurately pierced his major artery.
Blood splattered.
Consciousness faded.
…
“Damn it.”
Muen suddenly opened his eyes.
There was still a lingering fear of sudden death in his eyes.
“Even my reflexes are the same as the original?”
Three days ago, when the real assassin attacked Selicia, she didn’t casually perform a flourish with the dagger.
In other words, the maid’s behavior just now in the dark space was entirely a “recorded” response constructed by the Black Book.
“Are the Black Book’s recorded reproductions truly terrifying?”
After realizing this, Muen not only wasn’t particularly upset, but a hint of excitement even appeared in his eyes.
The more realistic the recordings, the greater their impact on him!
Muen looked up at the clock on the wall.
“The flow of time is consistent, so I only lasted three seconds?”
“Again!”
Muen slammed his hand on the Black Book once more.
…
“This time, five seconds. Not bad, keep it up!”
“Again!”
…
“Ten seconds!”
“Again!”
…
“Damn it, I should’ve blocked the sweep instead of dodging!”
“Again!”
…
“Motherf**king knee strike, she actually knows how to use a knee strike!”
“Again!”
…
“Damn it, a leg sweep? How shameless can you get! You’re so much stronger than me and still playing dirty like this?”
“Again!”
…
“Young Master, it’s time for dinner.”
An, who had brought food specially for Muen, knocked on the door.
“…”
“Weird, no response. Is he asleep?”
An didn’t continue calling out but naturally opened the door.
His gaze swept the room.
There were traces of use on the desk, indicating that the young master hadn’t been sleeping all the time.
After placing the food on the table, An turned to look at the bed.
…
Muen could be seen tightly wrapping himself in the blanket, curled up into a ball.
“Sigh, he’s already so big, but he still sleeps like a child.”
“He probably just fell asleep. I won’t disturb him.”
After some thought, An left the food on the table, casting a small warming spell before leaving cautiously, not even making a sound.
Once An was gone, a head suddenly emerged from the blanket-wrapped ball.
Muen opened his eyes, bloodshot, and looked at the delicious dinner. In a voice only he could hear, he muttered to himself.
“One more time, just one more time. After this match, I’ll get out of bed and eat!”
“How’s that? Even if there’s a big gap in strength, as long as I use my brain, I can…”
Muen’s words were cut short.
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