I Became the Wrong Race

17 – Blood Bag (6)

Contractor. Beings who are servants, friends, and lovers of the transcendent. Those who are chosen for different reasons and wield their powers.

Their power is essential to vocalization. This is because their words contain power, and the transcendent gives power through their words as a signal.

It is a kind of contract. That is why they are called contractors.

I knew that well. So when Isla first announced her plan, instead of subduing or killing her, she turned to tearing off her neck.

I never thought Isla would be a shapeshifter.

But I guess it was good. Since I was a homunculus, there was no reason to care about who was a shapeshifter.

It was rather good. The shapeshifters tend to have good performance, and among beastmen, the shapeshifters appear very rarely, and they are usually suspected of being members of the three clans and are chased away.

I could trust her. It was much better than being exiled for some idiotic reason.

“This…” “Let’s talk later.”

She takes out her clothes from under her cloak, holds them out, and walks forward. Ignoring Isla’s trembling, she faced the other monsters.

A lion with a torn neck and a vampire transformed into a woman.

A Blood Knight who cannot properly use his sword because he cannot adapt to his body, and a Contractor who is prohibited from vocalizing and needs to be prepared to bring out the power of the stars.

And me. A poor monster that can’t adapt to this body and doesn’t know how to fight at all.

But compared to them, the conditions were much better. As I clenched my fists, the two powerful enemies each moved.

Clearly they have become weaker. But that doesn’t make me stronger, and it doesn’t mean my chances of winning increase significantly.

But that didn’t mean my odds of winning were all that small.

I had information.

Experience accumulated through thousands of hours of play and information obtained by participating in speedrunning competitions.

Who does what, when, where, and what happens.

I remembered it all. The time I enjoyed became my experience.

I also have experience using it. I glanced inside the helmet and saw the seething heat.

‘Star, hey.’

Even though I can’t hear the voice, it resonates in my mind. I held my breath because I knew what was going to happen.

I automatically remembered what I saw in the game. A line that can be seen even if you quickly flip through the story.

Phase 2 of Ethan, the Blade of the Star, a boss encountered when completing a specific branch of the Civil War Quest.

‘Receive my heart.’

As seen in the game, Star Blade has now lost all of its subordinates. It wasn’t intentional. The Blood Knight was more ruthless than expected.

I didn’t know that he would kill all his potential enemies. He probably didn’t know about the Star Blade in the same way.

You probably never thought that you would go away for a while and then come back and everyone would be dead.

He returned to a place where those who were willing to sacrifice their lives for him were cut into small pieces of meat for trivial reasons.

It will be terribly painful. Perhaps even to the point where he can use techniques that could burn his own life without hesitation.

And it went as expected. The air gradually becomes warmer and the blizzard clears.

It melts and becomes water vapor. The rapidly rising humidity stimulates anxiety.

[Mourning 1/2]

I fainted inside and used the sorrow that had filled me up again.

[Time remaining: 60 seconds]

The moment the translucent window appears, it violently tramples the ground. The ground and snow rising with a violent crash sound.

It’s not at the level of turning the whole thing upside down, but it’s enough as a shield to block it for a moment. Immediately I saw flames coming from beyond the wall.

Quaaa!

Ethan, a mercenary also famous for his star blade.

He was hit by a silence type skill or spell, and when his stamina fell below a certain level, he would enter a special pattern.

It was a vision that was secretly shared among the contractors who served the stars.

To burn one’s life and burn like a dying star.

Supernova.

I saw a blazing lion beyond the melting snow and dirt.

A lion in a pose. The flames flow like a mane, and the sparkling eyes glow and ignite the blizzard.

It is a sword attack. As I reflexively move my body back, the flames cut through the soil in a long path and invaded.

The darkness covering the forest is cut in two with a single sword. The long-lasting flames were a sword attack in themselves.

But I can’t reach it. Because they had already retreated and avoided it, the trees that were cut down were snow-covered trees and conifers that had turned pure white.

In the sound of the Ususu tree falling, I was suddenly making eye contact with a blazing lion, not a blood knight.

Supernova. The final struggle pattern of the Star Blade and the fate of the Star Contractor.

Also the most powerful tool they have.

The hottest flame in Grimdark that a human can reach by burning both his soul and body.

The duration of that powerful technique is only 60 seconds.

It was just like me. Since he wrote it before me, the remaining time is shorter.

Like the mourning I get from thinking about death and remembering my old life, not knowing what it would actually be like.

It was the power to set life on fire in just one minute. I literally made eye contact with burning pupils and pulled out an ax from under my cloak.

Pitch-black metal covers the axe. Even beyond the snow fog rising from where I had retreated, my two pupils still burned brightly.

The blade of the star roared.

A deafening shout. Mixing flames. The flames of a star that I would not have been able to receive originally due to my torn vocal cords. It pours down on the blood knight.

The blood knight with the appearance of a girl cleverly avoided the flames. Move left and right, grab the tree with your right hand and dodge it by turning around like pole dancing.

At the end, a sharp slash of flame. The Blood Knight spun around with his decapitating sword, catching flames that could be said to be illusions.

Suaaak!

It was a cool sound. The sound I made, not the beheading sword. The sound of the ax I swung with all my might cutting off a few strands of the Blood Knight’s bangs and moving away.

The blade of the star broke the sword’s trajectory towards me.

The footwork I don’t understand, the waist movement I don’t understand as well, and the slashes created with slightly flexible wrist and arm muscles.

I can’t stop it. I’ve never done anything similar, let alone kendo.

But was it necessary to stop it?

Chazzzzzzzz!

A slash that strikes the outside of the armor and moves away. Blazing flames immediately follow and hit my body, but I turn to avoid it.

Boom!

And then he raises his leg. The Blood Knight, who allowed a kick to the abdomen, falls down and faces me with the blade of a star.

What followed were several trajectories. It would have been unrecognizable already, but the traces were mixed with flames, making it impossible to see them clearly.

It hits my whole body without me having time to do anything.

Kagagaga River!

I felt like a piece of black metal was bouncing around and the impact was shaking my internal organs.

No, I didn’t know that might actually be the case. It could be that the intestines were really shaken up and then regenerated.

But I did not hastily try to block all those attacks. You can’t do that anyway, so you might end up getting beaten up even more if you try.

What I had to do and what I could do was determined.

Kwasik!

I took the fire-filled slash with my whole body and then threw my head out and gave him a headbutt.

The star’s blade is pushed away, distorting its face, and the blood knight strikes as if it were replacing him.

A swinging decapitating sword. When I raise my wrist to block, the armor crunches and splits, then regenerates.

A loud, leaking breath.

I swung the ax, feeling the pain being suppressed in mourning.

To separate the Blood Knights for a moment.

Kaaa!

“… Huh?!”

Then the Blood Knight flies away as if it had been shot from a cannon.

Kung, Kugu Googung!

The light body and weak muscles could not withstand the strength of the mourner Homunculus.

So it flies and hits a tree. Amidst the falling bark and splinters, I saw the blade of a star through the sparks.

The enemy is not me, but that b*tch. Let’s take it down together.

I didn’t say such rude things. As long as I stand here and the blade of the star has made up its mind.

What I need to do is accept responsibility, not avoid it.

And I also knew.

If I hadn’t gone to this man’s dungeon, everyone would have been alive.

So I had to face this anger as a monster.

[Time remaining: 48 seconds]

Kwagwagagagagagagagagagang!

The flame-covered blade was not only annoying but also threatening. Flames once again struck the spot where the sword had already struck, and the impact felt as if several swords were striking.

If there had been no rebirth, he would have died long ago. As the raids continued, it became very difficult for me to follow each and every trace.

Move your feet back and forth, cross them, move them a little to the side, open your back, etc.

The onslaught that came from a process I could not possibly understand was not something a beginner like me could block.

Cheeek!

Some of the dogs burrowed into the body. The wound burns along with the stab wound, and the sword strike that cut into the armor in two comes out, burning the internal organs.

If you are human, you die. It was different from the impression that it would be a slow and painful death.

Any human being would die quickly in front of this. I patted the lion’s side with my free hand, feeling the melting surface of the armor regenerate.

Knocking on someone much bigger than me was quite a bit of resistance. Should I call it natural fear?

But the effect was clear. A lion flies and rolls on the ground in a crumpled position. He spewed fire from his mouth and stood up to greet the Blood Knight.

A lion catches a slashing beheading sword with a sword containing high heat. The two monsters were mixed up in the sparks bouncing like crazy in all directions.

The appearance of a naked girl holding a beheading sword and a lion wielding a flaming sword was a pretty bad combination. But there was no time to hesitate.

As I advance, the Blood Knight holds out his empty hand towards me.

An awl made from the blood shooting out from that hand. I can’t avoid it, but I have no intention of just getting hit. When I raise my arm, a tingling pain flows through my arm.

There was a hole in my arm. My strength goes away. But it won’t last long. As I approached, breaking the thorns with my muscles, I saw the lion burning even more fiercely.

With every sword strike he swings, the darkness is lifted. The Blood Knight perfectly received the sword strike, but it did not stop him from burning and beating every enemy he received.

[Time remaining: 21 seconds]

As expected.

That was the reason why I asked Isla to target the contractor’s neck.

Regeneration can be temporarily prevented by continuous damage, including fire.

But I couldn’t control the lion’s flame, and there was no way he would cooperate with me.

In that case, all I had to do was deal with the flames.

Until then, the flames will try to block my regeneration fairly, but I have armor.

An armor that will take the fire for me.

We’ve already come a short distance away. The blood knight and the lion simultaneously swung their swords at me.

One is burning and the other is heavy. If you have to accept it, it’s the latter.

Kwasik!

He raises his fist to block the decapitating sword that tries to split his arm. The Blood Knight twitches his eyes and flies away with his beheading sword.

The feet leave the ground and the body rises into the air and spins in the air. Very briefly incapacitated.

It won’t be long. But that’s enough.

As I got closer, I used my body to block the sword attacks coming at me.

Seeing pieces of armor flying in all directions, I twisted my body and swung my ax to avoid the part where regeneration was slow.

My ax couldn’t reach. There was nothing I could do because my skills were not good. But enough of a threat.

Kang!

In the end, I knocked it out of my hand and as the ax flew into the air, I took one step closer.

I grabbed the arm of the lion that was trying to retreat. The intense pain of flames cutting into my palm invades my brain, but I’m okay.

Because I am a mourner.

[Time remaining: 15 seconds]

I raised my fist.

Boom, boom, boom, quaaang!

Strike with your fist. It is the most powerful means of attack I can use. He twisted his waist sharply, stretched out his arms, and threw out a fist that made the forest and flames tremble whenever he made contact.

The lion flinched from the strong impact, but pushed me and kicked me, hitting my helmet with the hilt of the sword.

I didn’t stop. My odds were there.

The only way for me to surpass the Blood Knights and Contractors.

Information.

When the hilt of the sword struck me, I also crushed the bridge of the lion’s nose with my fist.

When the lion’s blade pierced my leg and burned it, I didn’t give up and hit my head.

[Time remaining: 5 seconds]

While the lead bullet fired from the catapult blocked the blood knight who was trying to rush in, I made effective use of the time Isla had bought me.

[Time remaining: 3 seconds]

Until suddenly the flames surrounding the lion’s body cleared, and its huge head rested on my shoulder.

A lion panting and trembling. He spit out his words with his last breath.

“… My fault….”

With words like a will, the lion falls backwards. His body disappears into ashes as if he had been waiting for it.

The sword he used remained.

I gathered my scorched and exhausted body and looked at the blood knight standing not far away.

“You can probably do more.”

Speaking to me for the first time. This is my first proper conversation.

I thought of many things I wanted to ask or say, but I didn’t say them.

Isn’t it true that a warrior speaks with his weapons?

I got my hands on a new weapon.

[Star Blade]

[“It’s my fault.”

-Star Blade, Ethan.

This long sword belongs to Ethan, a contractor who was once at the center of the Empire’s civil war and a legendary mercenary favored by the stars.

This is a long sword that contains a part of his soul.

The long sword, which was originally just strong and magically heat-resistant, was forged by the powerful power of a star and the soul of a man, and became filled with eternal flame.]

[Add 1 point to the attack roll and damage roll, and if you are a ‘star’ contractor, an additional point is added.

When attacking, the blade made of flame attacks additionally, and damage rolls are treated as magical attacks.

All weapon damage is treated as fire damage.]

It was a weapon that would give me victory.