I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 11

‘What is it? Who is the old man who is likely to contract an infectious disease just by being close to me?’

Damian stood up as he saw the old man appearing in front of him.

It was the first NPC I had ever seen.

Bongdunanbal and Ddatguk dripping down the face.

Muscles that seem to have been removed from a rock.

Even the skin burnt red like freshly plucked copper.

The tattoos all over his body seemed to look like a native warrior in the jungle at first glance, and Damian felt the spirit of a strong man subtly emanating from the old man.

‘Coriander.’

There was a huge sense of intimidation that could never come out of sewage, which was hidden in the old man.

[???]

An unknown old man. It seems to have lived for countless years.

Race: Human

Age: ???

level : ???

Special Notes: This old man is very eccentric and can kill you if you are not careful with his conversations.

‘Can’t look up information…?’

Damian narrowed his eyes while looking at the old man’s information.

He was a grotesque old man.

An NPC whose name, age, and level are unknown.

Of course, the system window was not all-purpose, but Damian had seen NPCs that could not be viewed.

It was rare.

Not to mention that it is not a hidden dungeon on the continent, but rather exists on this whispering island where beginners descend…

“…is it a bug?”

“What are you talking about?”

It was not at all unreasonable for Damian to see the old man and think it might be a bug.

He would be the same because Damian monitored AOL every single day for 10 years, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his knowledge was < Asaeng Wiki >.

If there was anything he didn’t know about Whispering Island, famous for its achang (= Arsia + gutter life), it was because it was rather strange.

“Strange. As far as I know, adventurers in the other world return to the place they came from once they die and descend to this world again… How did you manage to move around as a half-corpse without dying?”

“Ugh.”

When the old man stuck his head out, Damian covered his mouth.

It was a stench that would rot your nose.

The smell of rotten fish mixed with the strong smell of alcohol.

So, Damian quickly took a step back from the old man and vomited to check his physical condition to see if he was poisoned by the old man’s poison-type skill (?).

What if he, who had a terminally ill life due to the plot of the < misinformation system >, became addicted to the smell of the old man’s breath?

It was because he could have lost his one and only life due to a truly absurd reason.

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“Looking at the rune between his eyes, he must be an adventurer from another world…” ”

…Do you speak from a little further away?”

As the old man opened the dishes, Damian replied.

It was literally.

All other world adventurers, that is, all users, have < Insight Rune > between their foreheads.

Through this rune, the user was able to use the system window and was able to grow rapidly by leveling up.

NPCs also knew that they were adventurers in the other world with the existence of this < Insight Rune >.

Because < Insight Rune > was the clearest evidence to separate NPCs from users, and at the same time, it was one of the most important systems indispensable to users.

It was for that reason that the old man thought Damian strange.

Usually adventurers from the other world, like his guess, were logged out and disappeared once they died, and only after 60 hours had passed could they descend to AC again.

It was because, among them, there was not a single adventurer who walked around as a zombie like Damian.

“aha. I know now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your identity.”

Damian tilted his head as the old man rubbed his chin and nodded.

That was something I didn’t quite understand.

The old man’s boasts didn’t really touch me, and all the old man did was look Damian up and down.

“Have you become an undead for a while by borrowing the power of darkness? That’s not a very bad method. If you become undead, you won’t die easily. But how can an adventurer from another world like you harbor darkness comparable to that of the demon king?”

“…!”

Damian had no choice but to involuntarily raise his eyes wide at the old man’s words that followed.

‘Do you know how I feel…?’

It was because the old man recognized his condition at a glance and saw through exactly that he was under the influence of the demon king Abraxas’ whispers and the misinformation system.

“That… how?”

“What do you mean when you can see everything? cluck.”

The old man laughed at Damian’s words.

It was an interesting look.

An adventurer with a darkness comparable to that of the Demon King!

For example, Damian never revealed his true identity to anyone, nor did he reveal that he was a < witch doctor >.

So it was even more surprising.

Although, in the old man’s eyes, the extent of Damian’s potential and the source of that potential were clearly reflected.

Damian couldn’t understand how NPCs could recognize the user’s condition.

“It is a great article. Where did this guy come from?”

Poof!

While Damian was the flagship, the old man narrowed his forehead and inspected his body.

It was an unprecedented power.

Although he was an old man who had traveled the continent for thousands of years and seen countless creatures, including adventurers from the other world.

Like Damian’s flagship, the old man had never seen anything similar to him, and he couldn’t help but be interested in Damian.

It was interesting if it was interesting in 100 years.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that these days, the living history of Arcia, that the old man was not aware of was emerging one after another, it was no different than that unknown things were happening little by little in this world.

“What is your true identity?”

flash!

And the moment Damian sharpened his eyes at the old man and instinctively said something that caught my eye.

[Notice: Information is newly updated!]

[Notice: NPC information is being viewed!]

T-ring!

Suddenly, a system message appeared in front of Demian’s eyes, and the old man’s information that had not been read began to be updated.

[Priest of the End, Keiron]

The representative of the forgotten god Shaka and the leader of the < Black Church >. It seems to have lived for countless years. They are looking for a piece of wood to defeat the main god, Arya.

Race: Human

Age: ???

level : ???

Special Notes: This old man is very eccentric and can kill you if you are not careful with his conversations.

Even the 10-year-old was the first to hear the name.

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“Apocalypse… Priest?”

Damian blurted out his words at the old man’s true identity.

It was the first name I had ever heard of.

In general, < priest > is a word that refers to people belonging to a religious order, and refers to those who serve the six highest gods in AC.

As a result, the existence of six denominations could be said to be common sense enough for Demian, who was in his 10th year of life, to memorize every month.

It could be said that it was a concept that he could not have known without knowing it.

< Church of Light > < Cult of Water > < Church of Fire > < Church of Trees > < Cult of Steel > < Cult of Earth > were the names of the churches.

Of course, there were other people similar to priests, but most of them were the indigenous beliefs of a particular region or the family of gods whose names I didn’t even know.

“Is it a pseudo?”

“…what?”

So, what Damian considered the old man to be a pseudo-man was a sufficiently credible statement based on his experience.

In general, those who call themselves priests, except for the six denominations, are defined as heretical, and in fact, most of them serve a god somewhere in an unpleasant corner.

The old man who called himself a priest was also not very trustworthy to Damian.

“Cuckoo… have you seen such an idiot who didn’t eat rice?”

At Damian’s words, Karen twisted the corner of her mouth.

It was something that would bleed backwards.

Don’t you ask what your true identity is? Wouldn’t you say it’s a pseudo?

Although serving a god no one remembers, Kiran never thought he would be treated like this.

It was because Damian was the only one who proudly called him a pseudonym to him, the representative of the seventh god and the priest of the end.

“I, Keren, as a priest serving the seventh god, Shaka, will bring down the abominable main god and preach the gospel of the end times to this land. But what? pseudo?”

“That’s… the old man.”

“I guess I’ll have to fix that quirk of yours first.”

Crunchy! Dduduk!

A threatening sound rang out.

It was the sound of the old man’s knuckles snapping.

No matter how much he behaves like a beggar, the Kiran in front of him is a monster over 190cm tall!

In addition, his body, which was covered with muscles, was so intimidating that even Damian could fold it.

He was physically similar to his former teacher, Mujon Lei Qi-cheon.

“First of all fixing it…”

“Shut up!!!”

Perong!

When Damian raised his palm to dissuade him, Karen threw a fist.

It was the sound of a bomb exploding.

The < Sixth Sense >‘s urgent warning that if you don’t avoid it, you will die!

“Such a crazy old man…!!”

Wedge!

And Damian bent his back at the maximum angle he could bend as he watched Karen’s fist rush towards him.

Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa!

It was because Karen’s fist blew away all sides of the Wild Boar’s dwelling.

‘What nonsense…’

Damian caught his breath at the scene behind him.

It was as if a natural disaster had occurred.

The sight of dozens of trees falling like dominoes as if a storm had passed.

Such Kiran’s fists were equivalent to the magic of a 9th-circle archmage, and Damian had no choice but to completely revise his perception of Karen.

‘He’s a crazy old man. That’s also firmly crazy.’

In other words, this crazy old man must have been the top-notch fake, out of his mind.

“Huh, avoid this?”

“Avoid, then, is that correct?”

When Damian responded, Karen let out a laugh.

He was a wild bastard.

If it was like the others, he would have been praying for his hands to become feet sooner or later, but this bizarre adventurer from another world made an unexpected move to barely avoid his own blow.

What’s more, that’s not enough, and instead of being scared, you’re even sarcastic at yourself?

If it were the other guys, it would have broken their heads right away, but Karen couldn’t help but admit it while looking at Damian.

‘joy. I’m a bastard.’

In other words, the adventurer in front of me must have been a guy whose courage (?) and talent (?) stood out, for better or for worse.

“It’s quite a bit yellow… but that only works when you have that level of skill.”

Flash!

And the moment when Karen radiates lightning-like eyes toward Damian and fiercely raises the corners of her mouth as if she were having fun.

[Notice: Karen, the priest of the end, shows his hostility!]

[Notice: Main stream < Kairon's Test > has occurred!] As

Damian hears the dull system voice, an unbelievable message appears before his eyes. was able to confirm that the

‘Main… stream?’

It was < Main Stream >.