Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Ice-Flame Forest (2)

There was a row of stables next to the gate.

As with most of Latna’s cities, riding wagons within the walls was prohibited unless otherwise permitted.

With the wagon and Golem steeds parked, Han-bin and his party entered Serhithran.

Artis and Effir were thrilled.

“Wow, it’s wide…”

“It’s a real big city.”

Ryu Han-bin also looked surprised.

The height of the buildings was different from the ones in other cities.

Many stone buildings rose to four and five stories.

There were many houses with windows.

The roads were well-paved with blocks and divided sections.

It wasn’t comparable to the big cities of the 21st century on Earth, but it was massive on the Latna continent.

Han-bin suddenly opened his eyes while walking between the Elves and humans on the street.

“Oh, is that a train?”

There was a railroad at the center of the intersection, and a streetcar was running on it.

No, to be exact, it was operating through magic. It could be called a street wagon truck.

“What is that, Artis? I heard that people don’t use the Magic Stone engine because of its poor efficiency.”

“I’m just a country Mage. Maybe there’s some new and more-developed technology that I don’t know of.”

Interestingly, Artis also clicked his tongue as he looked at the street wagon truck on the road.

He was a stranger there, just like Han-bin.

“The Earth’s civilization is taboo, but that’s okay?”

“I told you they accept good and efficient concepts.”

The level of civilization as a whole was very different from other cities.

The cities they had seen so far were at the European level during the Renaissance. Serhithran seemed to have jumped to the modern era.

It had what looked like a mixture of cultures between the two worlds, with the influx of pagans for decades.

Han-bin’s party kept walking down the street.

Many of the passers-by were armed.

Most of them seemed to be Hunters, and their levels were relatively high.

It was common to find people of level 60 or higher, and some were at over level 70.

Large warriors over 190 cm tall were also often seen.

Thanks to that, the heavily armed Han-bin’s group didn’t receive much attention.

Of course, it would have caught others’ eyes if they were wearing the Valtara warrior’s uniforms, but at that moment, Ryu Han-bin and Kibie were wearing capes.

Han-bin asked, mixing in the crowd and moving.

“Should we go to the Hunter Guild now?”

Artis shook his head.

“Before that, we need to solve the language problem first.”

The western part of Latna, including the Xrad Kingdom, spoke Coulin.

On the other hand, the Fairy Kingdom, located in the middle of the continent, spoke Romus.

In Tyaron, the Fairy Kingdom’s gateway city was adjacent to the Xrad Kingdom, which was why the Coulin language was spoken, but in Serhithran, they used a different language.

“I know Romus, so it doesn’t matter…”

Artis, who had lived for more than 150 years, had mastered most of the major languages of Latna.

He had also been in charge of procedures when he passed through the gate.

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“What about the others?”

Ryu Han-bin shrugged his shoulders.

“I have no problem. I can change language settings.”

The same was true of Kibie.

“I can speak all the languages of existing humans. It’s one of the abilities of my incarnation.”

The reason why Goddesses made incarnations was to understand the mortal world deeper and better.

In order to do that, language communication was essential.

On the other hand, Effir was embarrassed.

“I only know the Coulin language.”

As an ordinary Wyvern born and raised in the Flying Dragon Knights, how could she have learned other languages?

Artis nodded, saying, “I knew it.”

“We need to head to a Magic Tool store first.”

* * *

Many Hunters from all over the continent believed in their strength and gather in the Four Prohibited Areas.

It also meant that languages throughout the continent.

While Mages and Spiritists, both belonging to the intellectual class, could easily learn other languages, it was too much for a warrior or a Magic Swordsman.

Communication problems would naturally be severe.

However, Hunters in the Four Prohibited Areas weren’t concerned.

It was thanks to the existence of language conversion Magic Tools.

[Romus Language Conversion Bracelet

It converts a user’s language to the Romus language.

Level Requirement: Lv. 60]

After purchasing a language conversion bracelet from a store in Serhithran, Han-bin and his party checked in at an inn and unpacked.

Effir experimented with the bracelet.

“Let me see, alas, hello? My name is Effir.”

Despite only knowing the Coulin language, she could speak in the Romus language naturally.

“It works fine.”

Han-bin also muttered, activating his Guideline.

“Then I’ll change my language settings, too.”

[Uninstall Coulin language, default language]

[Allendia’s primary language: the official language Romus, the language of Elf-Elfindel, the language of Dwarf-Phirak, the language of Sylph-Tyral, the language of Nymph-Shapim.]

[Romus has been registered as a default language.]

After setting it, Ryu Han-bin clicked his tongue.

“We solved the language problem easily. Magic is a fraud.”

It was unfair that he had had difficulty learning English in his school days, which was very simple now.

“This is also based on Latna’s magic, right?”

Han-bin asked, thinking of the Guideline’s level measurement capability or tracking skills, but Artis shook his head unexpectedly.

“I’ve heard that language conversion magic originated from the Aliens’ abilities.”

Traditional interpretation magic existed on the Latna Continent.

However, it could only connect each other’s psychological channels and deliver surface consciousness through dialogue from either end.

It was kind of like a telepathic conversation.

“It can only be used in one-on-one situations, and when you relax, others can even read your in-depth mind even though you don’t want them to, so it’s not a widely used magic.”

On the other hand, their communication skills allowed people to speak any language like they were native speakers.

There was no problem with the conversation for the majority, and there was no danger of being caught.

It was much more useful than interpretation magic.

Therefore, there had been a lot of effort to recreate it into magic in Sinkers.

The result was the bracelet of language conversion.

“Of course, it’s far short compared to the Aliens’ abilities.”

The language communication function of the Guideline could access the collective unconsciousness of humankind and download language information.

It was the same as the ability of the Goddess’s incarnation.

Any language in which more than a certain number of actual users existed was applicable.

They could use any word except for a very few dead or old words.

Convinced, Han-bin nodded.

“Well, there’s also the language of the Valtara clan, the minority.”

On the other hand, the bracelet could only convert words into a specific language.

Sinkers managed to copy the language conversion method.

However, access to the collective unconscious mind of humankind was too advanced to be reproduced.

“Instead, they made it by entering the language information into the Magic Tool. Thanks to it, language conversion magic exists only in the form of an item now. Mages can’t use it.”

To be exact, they could use it, but it was useless to cast it because they had no access to language information.

“They say they’re also working on direct language conversion magic that uses the predecessor of magic as language information, but I haven’t heard of its success yet.”

Instead of explaining, Artis suddenly looked at Kibie.

“So it’s very fortunate that Kibie doesn’t have any language problems. She can’t use language translation bracelets.”

It happened on the way to that city.

Without much thought, Kibie opened the refrigerator in the wagon, saying she was thirsty.

But the door didn’t budge.

-Oh, that’s right. I can’t use the Magic Tools as an incarnation.

Her level was shown as unknown.

Although the situation was slightly different from Han-bin, it was the same as being restricted from using Magic Tools.

The difference was that there was no Guideline, so there was no message.

Thinking of what happened at that time, Artis asked her a question.

“Why does the level of the Goddess’s incarnation appear as unknown? You become incarnated to disguise yourself as a mortal. Don’t you think it’s better to have a level like normal humans?”

Kibie pouted.

“We, I didn’t have to have a level in this state before.”

It was hundreds of years ago when the Goddesses had made their last incarnations on Latna.

At that time, Omphalos hadn’t invaded yet.

Of course, Dungeons didn’t show up either.

There was no such thing as a byproduct of a Dungeon.

“There were no measurement stones. Only level detection magic existed.”

Level detection magic could never be activated without the permission of the target.

“So in those days, it was taboo to know someone else’s level. We didn’t want to know unless it was important.”

Instead, the unknown level was better in the incarnation state.

Having an unknown level was proof that he or she was an unusual human being, and at the same time, it was proof that he or she was the incarnation of a Goddess.

“It was the easiest way to let people know we were Goddesses. Now it’s meaningless thanks to the arrival of Aliens. Anyway, the world has changed so much.”

Effir tilted her head as she watched Kibie grumbling.

“Then why don’t you make a new incarnation for the ever-changing world?”

Kibie shook her head frustratingly.

“I would’ve. I told you I couldn’t afford it.”

She lacked the resources needed to make one.

“Oh, it’s time to go.”

Grabbing her spear, Kibie pulled herself up.

She then addressed the party.

“Let’s drop by the guild and go to a Dungeon. We need to get you two up to level 70 as soon as possible.”

* * *

Three travelers ran toward the south gate of Serhithran.

They were young men and women in their 20s and 30s.

“Oh, we’ve arrived.”

“We’ve come a long way. Can we do whatever we want from here?”

“Yeah, the restraints that the Thunder King has placed on it are in this city.”

With an excited expression, the group got off their Golem steeds.

But they didn’t head to the stable to keep their horses as ordinary travelers.

Grace, a white-haired female Spiritist, memorized the activator.

“Return!”

The large Golem steeds shrank momentarily and were sucked into a small box that hung on their individual harnesses.

It was a combination of a space distortion box and Golem steeds to make them portable.

It was also one of the most outstanding achievements of the guild and the Sinkers.

Ruslan, a black-haired horse prosecutor, grinned.

“If we take this to Earth, we’ll make a fortune. Wasnt’ there a popular cartoon about this kind of capsule?”

Maxwell, a Mage with brown hair, pretended to know it.

“Like the capsule of a Pocket Monster?”

“Oh, what I was talking about was the Ho-X Pocket Capsule.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t even know Dragon Ball? What year did you come here, man?”

There seemed to be a generation gap among the Aliens.

Maxwell frowned.

“I’m older than you in this world.”

Grace, who was listening to the conversation between the two men, looked pathetic.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t watch cartoons.”

After picking up the Golem steed box, the trio entered Serhithran.

Maxwell murmured with emotion, looking at the shining city.

“How many years has it been?”

Grace was busy looking around, apparently in sympathy.

Ruslan made a serious face at the excited two.

“It’s not the right time to be too excited. You haven’t forgotten the voice of the Thunder King, have you?”

Grace and Maxwell’s faces hardened. 3333

Like other Akhtarun Earthlings, they were also governed by ‘voice.’

Even after their liberation from Akhtarun, the bondage still grasped onto their souls firmly.

There was only one way to get real freedom.

Ruslan’s eyes glistened.

“It may be the only chance to return to Earth. I don’t want to miss it.”

“Me, too, but…”

Maxwell let go of his expression.

He then laughed despondently.

“Will such luck ever come to us? It’s like winning a lottery. In this vast Latna continent, we have hundreds of competitors. They’re probably already giving up halfway.”

Looking at the passers-by, especially at the high-level Hunters, he gave a hungry look.

“Goddess or whatever, let’s kill someone. I can’t stand it anymore.”