A Basement-Dwelling Loser, the Inquisitor

[Rene]

[It’s Judgment Time]

[New Dimension | 7,026 viewers | 00:52:32]

[The durability of ‘Any Dwarf’s Warhammer’ has dropped to 0.]

[It cannot be used until repairs are completed.]

“…Huh?”

─?????????????????????????????

─What is this?

─Isn’t this disastrous?

In an instant, the Warhammer vanished from my hands.

As my body suddenly felt lighter, the attacks from heretics overwhelmed my vision beyond the crumbled wall.

I wanted to retreat immediately, but with the Warhammer gone, my balance was severely affected.

This is really dangerous…?

“Rene-nim!”

But luckily, a vividly colored barrier sprang up before me, blocking the heretics’ attacks.

The moment I confirmed that, I quickly collected myself and retreated.

“…Thank you.”

The one who helped me was the familiar alchemist, Rebongi.

She had saved me during the Albion Hunt, and now she was here saving me again.

“Thank you….”

“I’m glad I made it in time.”

─Great Rebongi

─Must’ve been a tough time ㄷㄷㄷ 〔Deleted message〕

─That’s seriously cool, haha

Fortunately, the heretics didn’t seem to think about coming this way as they were busy repairing the wall.

Perhaps they intended to endure using their numerical advantage without pushing too hard.

“But why did you suddenly store your Warhammer?”

Rebongi seemed to have noticed that fact too and sighed in relief as she asked me.

“I didn’t store it; it… dropped to 0 durability…”

“…Huh?”

─Seriously, who doesn’t maintain their weapons before a war? Haha

─Great Huang Baktong

─Look at how shocked she is, lol

─If she dies like that, how embarrassing would it be…

─Honestly, it would’ve been hilarious if she actually died

─I totally agree

─For real, haha

And, of course, the Chat Window started to mock me.

It was a clear fact that the problem arose from not maintaining my weapon before the war… so I couldn’t think of anything to rebut.

Of course, it wasn’t that I had no reasons for not having repairs done, but there’s no way Rebongi would believe that.

The weapons I used in that world were blessed by Iya, so there was no need for special maintenance.

So I often didn’t pay attention to durability.

“Ha…”

─So what now about the weapon?

─Pyopypyapypyapy

─Fight with a real man’s fists ㄱㄱ

─Do you have a spare weapon?

“Of course, I have a spare weapon….”

I said that as I opened my inventory and clicked on the equipment tab.

Of course, the weapon was from the Tagirion Raid and had lower specs than ‘Any Dwarf’s Warhammer’… but it was at least usable right now.

“Oh, right….”

I had asked Shilon to repair it.

Hmm.

Let’s not mention that.

I mean, here I was not even checking the durability of my main weapon before the war, and I had entrusted the spare to a smith.

If that gets out, it would be a disaster. I might die of embarrassment.

─No Warhammer?

─What happened to that one you used before?

─Where’s the Tyrant?

The problem was that many of the Rebongi are genuine Newbies, so they would know what I meant by spare weapon.

…No, don’t panic.

I can definitely manage this.

“Th-this is my spare weapon…”

★

“Master, I heard you participated without repairing your durability? So now you can’t use your Warhammer.”

“…What?”

Currently, the only viewer of Rene’s Broadcast, Eunho… the rest of the Sirius Team members raised their eyebrows in confusion.

“Please tell me you aren’t dead? You called us here after all.”

“Ah, no. Someone helped me out. It could’ve been a bit dangerous without them.”

“Thank goodness.”

“But right now, there’s not a single Warhammer in my inventory. What’s going on?”

“You don’t have any other weapons?”

“Ah, it’s not like that… um, wait a second.”

At that moment, Owen’s words halted.

“…Wow! Master pulled that out!”

And with the following exclamations, everyone’s mouths curved into smiles.

They were among the few who knew Rene’s true potential.

★

[Rene]

[It’s Judgment Time]

[New Dimension | 7,081 viewers | 00:57:11]

“…You’re really going to fight with that?”

“…Huh? Yeah.”

I already said this was my spare weapon, so I can’t just switch to something else now.

─Did you learn the related skills?

─I swear it looks like you’re just winging it, haha

─Seriously, where did you throw the Tyrant???

“When I use the Warhammer, I don’t really use skills, so it’s not a problem…”

I said that as I swung what had somehow turned into my spare weapon up and down.

It was certainly lighter than the Warhammer.

But the sound it made slicing the air was much cleaner, which I found rather pleasing.

Just to be safe, I checked its durability, and it was at maximum.

Well, it made sense since I had never used it before.

“Alright then, I’ll head out again…”

“Are you really okay?”

To Rebongi, who asked me with concern, I quietly nodded my head and stepped forward.

The wall I had destroyed with my earlier attack was still not completely repaired.

Then, the target is obviously over there.

“I’m coming back!”

My voice echoed like a scream, and the heretics behind the wall stopped their repairs and prepared for battle.

Should I take it slow and methodically break the wall down from the front?

No.

Let’s just do what I always do, in a familiar way.

Even if I couldn’t move like in the other world, it’s better to stick to what I know than complicate things.

Having made that decision, I used the crumbled wall as a launching pad and leaped up.

“Rene-nim?!”

I landed right in the middle of the enemy camp.

Perhaps not understanding the situation, the heretics remained motionless.

But that didn’t mean I needed to stop myself.

So I leaped towards the nearest heretic.

Seeing my charge, the opposing heretic finally got into position looking panicked.

But it was already too late.

I was faster than the heretic could raise their shield to defend against me.

“Wh-what….”

Whose voice was that?

I don’t know. There’s no need to care either.

After all, what I had to do didn’t change.

My only role right now was to defeat all the heretics.

★

30 members of the Elun Cult’s forces.

They were currently being toyed with by a single opponent.

“Damn…!!!”

And that was the case for the player ‘Remungus’, who was a Priest in the Elun Cult.

Remungus initially had no intention of coming here.

He wanted to stay as far away from the ‘Inquisition Officer’, a nightmare for players affiliated with the Cult, as possible.

But his game friend, ‘Battle Cow’, had said he would personally deflate the Inquisition Officer’s bubble, so follow along to watch.

But he ended up becoming the glorious first sacrifice.

Deflating the bubble? Whatever that meant, it only led to increasing fear directed towards him.

But afterward.

As the Inquisition Officer’s Warhammer attacked the barricade, it suddenly disappeared.

From the front view, it appeared to drop to 0 durability, forcing his weapon into a forced inventory storage effect.

It was an opportunity that didn’t need explanation.

Remungus unleashed every attack he could possibly muster at him.

But another player from the Iya Cult shielded the Inquisition Officer, sadly, that perfect opportunity evaporated.

However, a glimmer of hope emerged.

If the durability dropped to 0, such that their primary weapon was unusable, even a nightmare couldn’t play a significant role. There would surely be an opportunity to bring them down… or so Remungus smiled to himself.

Before he could withdraw another weapon, it was something too enormous to be called a sword.

It was extremely large, thick, heavy, and crude.

A weapon that seemed fit to appear in some cartoon.

And the ‘Inquisition Officer’ charged toward the ruined barricade with that weapon.

“…Crazy woman.”

Her main weapon was the Warhammer.

To be precise, the only weapon she used in the New Dimension was the Warhammer.

He had never seen the Inquisition Officer use anything other than that.

So he was relieved.

No matter how skilled the Inquisition Officer was, it would be impossible to face such a numerically superior force with an untrained weapon.

No matter how much other players helped her, if there’s such a significant gap in forces, it became evident they could win.

However, Remungus would have no idea.

No, including him, a majority of players in the New Dimension could not know.

That the Inquisition Officer… Rene didn’t actually have any restrictions on what weapons she could wield.

Of course, her favorite weapon was the Warhammer.

She liked its weight and feel.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use other weapons.

That fact was proven instantly when one NPC fell to the ground.

“Don’t mess with me, dammit…!”

Dozens of attacks poured down on a single nightmare.

With enough strikes to fill the sky like a myriad of stars, there should have been no openings.

No, there mustn’t have been any.

But with a single swing, most of those attacks turned to nothing.

If the front was covered, then there should have been gaps in the back, however, there were no such openings for her.

The blue aura that surrounded her.

The result of the acceleration skill, which could be considered a symbol of the Inquisition Officer.

A skill that supposedly only increases speed.

If you were to pick the worst skill, it would surely rank into the top five.

So why does that skill, combined with the ‘Inquisition Officer’, produce such results?

Remungus couldn’t comprehend. He didn’t want to understand.

“Monster, bitch….”

As he witnessed the comet that left behind a blue trail, he could only spit out these curses as his last words.

8 minutes.

It took that long for nearly 30 members of the Elun Cult’s forces to be completely defeated by a single individual.