The Last Adventurer Chapter 2

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Chapter 1. Back to the Past (1)

One.

Maple World was a world of adventurers.

A world where nothing turns without adventurers.

A world where all history is written by adventurers.

At some point, something called the Mystic Gate appeared in the world of adventurers.

“There are monsters beyond the Mystic Gate. Monsters from Maple World, of course, but also monsters you’ve never seen before in Maple World.”

Beyond that, there were terrifying monsters swarming about.

“And there are items. Things that are hard to get in Maple World, and things that you can only find in legends and tales that you can’t get in Maple World.”

At the same time, items were overflowing.

As expected, adventurers were excited by the appearance of the Mystic Gate.

They gave up on their previous adventures and rushed to embark on the Mystic Gate adventure.

Naturally, everything in the world revolved around the Mystic Gate.

“In the past, you had to climb mountains, cross the sea, and split the sky to have a memorable adventure. But now, you can have an even more awesome adventure by finding the Mystic Gate that has appeared in the back mountain.”

Adventurers called the Mystic Gate era that began like that the greatest era in the history of adventurers, the era of dreams.

But the situation was different for non-adventurers.

El Palm did.

In the port city of Leith, a twenty-year-old young man who had been doing odd jobs there suddenly lost his job.

This was because the adventurers who had been helping with logistics transport suddenly left to go on an adventure to the Mystic Gate, resulting in a significant decrease in work.

Of course, it wasn’t difficult for a twenty-year-old young man to take care of himself.

“It’s black blood. It’s a disease where you vomit black blood and die. It’s the disease your father had.”

But the life of a young man with a dying family was different.

“A cure? Yes, there is. You can get it. It’ll cost you about 1 million mesos.”

I needed money.

But it is highly unlikely that a young man like El Palm, who is not very good at anything, would have a million mesos in his hands.

In the end, I signed a contract with ridiculous terms in order to borrow money.

Still, my father passed away.

“As per the contract, from now on you will be a slave to the upper class of Gapor.”

And the rest became slaves.

“Remember, you are the bait. If you can’t lure that monster, you’ll be dead by our hands.”

Moreover, in the Mystic Gate era, the only place where slaves were used was beyond the Mystic Gate.

Most of the slaves who were baited like that were eaten by monsters before they could make it past six adventures.

“This guy is alive again?”

But El Palm survived again and again.

It wasn’t luck.

The next role of the slave who survived as bait was to be used as bait again, that was all.

Because after despair, there was only despair.

“I’m going to die someday, you know.”

Because then I just got eaten by monsters.

El Palm came to life after a black ring appeared on his left wrist.

Circle 1, a prerequisite for adventurers, has been opened.

Naturally, the Gapor top that owned him did not use El Palm as bait from then on.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was given freedom.

“The price of an adventurer is different from when you were a slave. If you work hard in the future, you will be able to repay it. Work hard.”

Worked like a dog.

“You worked hard. With this, the debt is forgiven.”

It was three years after I awakened as an adventurer that I was treated like a human being.

And it began the day I gained my freedom.

“Monsters are pouring out of the Mystic Gate!”

The disaster that began to destroy Maple World.

El Palm’s fierce days of struggle to survive the disaster began.

“Pam, are you okay?”

During those fierce days, El Palm discovered his talent by chance.

“You just used Thunderbolt, right?”

I had no choice but to use Thunderbolt to save my comrades in danger.

That was crazy.

“You’re a fire attribute wizard, right?”

Using magic with a different attribute than the one innate to one’s nature was no different than a tree playing with fire, and was an act that caused fatal damage to the caster’s body.

El Palm also knew that fact. He wrote it with determination. He couldn’t lose his comrades.

“Are you really okay?”

However, there was nothing abnormal in El Palm’s body, to the point where his resolve to die was meaningless.

“Could it be that I was born with both attributes?”

Of course, until then, everyone, even El Palm himself, thought that he was born with both attributes.

“Isn’t that great?”

Because that was a huge deal too.

“Damn, the mushrooms are coming! The f*cking zombie mushrooms are coming! Everyone, prepare for battle!”

And the reality that was right in front of me didn’t give me any room to explore and hone my talents.

It was only after some time that I truly realized my All-Master talent.

“… … I could also use the poison attribute.”

In a situation where all of my comrades were dead, in order to self-destruct in that situation, I used the 5th circle poison attribute magic Mist Eruption even though I knew I would die the moment I used it, and only after seeing myself breathing without difficulty in the poison fog that was exploding ceaselessly did I realize it.

“I could write it all down.”

That you have the talent of an all-master.

From then on, El Palm’s position changed.

Allmaster, he became a powerful wizard.

Infinite Wizard, Shadow Butterfly Hunter, Balrog Slayer… many titles are engraved before his name.

But the situation was the same.

When you defeat a strong monster, an even stronger monster appears before your eyes.

The days of having to risk one’s life to survive did not change, but rather got worse.

And if you survive such a fierce battle, all you’ll be left with is a new title.

That was it.

There was nothing left.

Just survive alone and face glory.

It was the same even then.

“ah…….”

El Palm looked up at the sky.

Then I saw Horntail flap his wings and fly away, missing one of his heads, now with two heads instead of three.

It wasn’t a victory.

Because Horntail was a dragon that couldn’t die unless all three of its heads were cut off.

Because as time passed, he would reappear with a new head.

It just gave me a little more time to breathe.

‘I am the only one who survived.’

By sacrificing the lives of all my comrades.

El Palm did not despair at that fact.

‘This time too.’

This despair has been chewed over countless times, so much so that it no longer feels worth chewing over.

El Palm happened.

And prepared.

‘Next time, I will definitely hunt you.’

Horntail, prepare to knock all of that monster’s heads to the ground and add a new title, Horntail Slayer, before your name.

Whether it was possible or not, it didn’t matter.

What are we fighting for, for whom? The era of discussing such values ​​has already passed.

Hunting monsters is the only way to survive.

El Palm, the last adventurer of that era, stood up.

‘Let’s get the item.’

And then I made a plan.

‘Let’s go to Victoria Island first. Cheryl’s squad fought there, so the items they had will be gathered there.’

Step by step, a plan to hunt down the horntail.

‘If we have the collection of Gerector, the leader of the Cross Hunters… … we can further strengthen our tactics. If we don’t have enough, let’s go to Edelstein. The Resistance said that they hid the polearm of Aran, one of the six heroes, in the base’s safe, so… … .’

That was the moment.

El Palm’s legs, which had been moving, suddenly stuck to the ground.

It wasn’t like I was attacked by anything.

‘ah.’

Because my legs wouldn’t move.

There was nothing special about the reason for not moving.

My head was telling me to move my legs, but they just wouldn’t move.

‘strength.’

It was just that I lacked strength.

Even the strength to walk.

Of course, I didn’t have enough strength to stand.

dump!

El Palm fell to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut off.

El Palm was not fazed by that fact.

‘The time has come.’

When it comes to death, when that time comes, it usually falls apart like this.

‘Like those guys.’

El Palm has seen this situation countless times.

‘A will… … .’

And El Palm has seen and heard countless times what those who faced this moment did.

‘There’s no one to listen.’

But unfortunately, unlike his colleagues who had accepted his will, El Palm had no one to accept his will.

As the last adventurer, there was no one around him who would listen to his adventure stories or leave them behind.

All I could do was let El Palm tell me my adventures.

‘There’s been so much going on.’

That’s how the reminiscence began.

Of course, that was the beginning.

‘That’s when it started.’

The day I first awakened as an adventurer.

‘The day I got slapped.’

2.

Crack!

El Palm, the moment he raised his head, something flew at him and hit El Palm hard in the cheek.

“Get up, you little shit!”

El Palm was shocked by the sudden verbal abuse and violence, and just looked at the person who had slapped him in the face.

The muscular man slapped El Palm’s cheek again and shouted at her gaze.

Crack!

“Who is this slave bastard aiming at now? Get up! Get up quickly!”

Only then does El Palm finally get up from his seat.

But I wasn’t in my right mind.

El Palm, his face had no expression, his eyes had no focus.

It had to be that way.

‘what?’

He was reminiscing.

As I was dying, I was working on retrieving memories from the distant past, memories that were so vague and dim.

‘Is this a flashback? Why does it hurt so much and why is it so vivid?’

But what he felt now was completely different from something distant or vague.

‘Does it seem real?’

The swollen cheeks, and even the taste of blood in her mouth that had burst from being hit so hard, were hardly reminiscent of the past.

That was when.

“Throw the bait!”

With a sudden word, someone stamped El Palm’s back with their foot as if stamping a stamp with all their might.

puck!

El Palm’s body naturally fell to the floor, and I came into El Palm’s sight.

“The orange mushrooms are coming!”

Hundreds of orange mushrooms running towards him like angry bulls.

‘ah.’

The moment he saw it, El Palm was even more shocked.

“Put the bait down and run!”

I wasn’t shocked by the sight of the orange mushrooms swarming around.

For El Palm, the existence of monsters was nothing more than a sight, a daily occurrence, no different from seeing a tree in the forest.

‘It’s clear.’

El Palm was shocked because this sight was one he remembered.

‘That’s the day.’

It wasn’t just a memory, it was an unforgettable memory.

It was natural.

‘The day I, who was a bait slave, opened the 1st circle.’

Because on this day, El Palm’s fate changed.

From that day on, El Palm, who had been a slave, became an adventurer.

Because it was the day the last adventurer was born.

That’s why El Palm was shocked.

El Palm, because he realized.

‘I’m back in the past now.’

That he had regressed.

fantasy,