I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game

Chapter 70

Like others his age, Ed's first memory begins with a lonely road and the corpses of monsters. He doesn't know where it went wrong, but he was an orphan and his body was engraved with a swordsmanship stance that no one knew who taught him.

The first monster he remembers subduing was when he was six years old.

The following year, he killed a low-level mutant, and when he turned nine, he subdued a demon, albeit a low-level one.

He wandered aimlessly, catching mutants and monsters. After subduing monsters like that, those who helped him would repay him with things like loot or food.

'Thanks to you, I was able to save my life.'

'My son came back alive. It's all thanks to you, Ed!'

Even as time passed and his life stabilized, Ed didn't let go of this work. It was all he could do... ... But he liked the greetings from people after work more than anything else.

‘You are the hero of our town!’

And among the numerous compliments, the word ‘hero’ was by far the most pleasant.

‘Ad appeared from the sky like a hero... ... .’

‘You are my hero.’

‘I want to become a hero like Ad later.’

A vagabond who only knew his name.

It was a moment when meaning was given to a wanderer who didn’t even know his hometown or parents.

“I want to become a hero!”

Ad, who was addicted to the word hero, started to express his aspiration to become a hero with his own mouth at some point.

No one ever pointed out that he used the word hero so lightly. He was talented, and he was stupid enough to risk his life for someone he had never met.

It didn’t take long for such a stupid Ad to hear rumors about Geomseong and his party members. They had the title of general, commanded countless soldiers, and constantly achieved great things... ... It became a big goal for Ed.

There was no particular reason why he accepted Rex's offer and enlisted in the military.

If he followed Rex and enlisted in the military, even though he was a child, he would be assigned the task of escorting the 'general'.

If he could see the heroes fight with his own eyes, he would be able to get one step closer to them.

If he took each step like that... ... he had no doubt that he would become a true hero someday.

In fact, when he saw the white-haired boy riding a spirit and roaming the battlefield today, he felt a slight sense of elation at the fact that he had truly reached the place he had dreamed of.

He had finally reached a position where he could watch the true heroes fight.

He believed that the day would come soon when he too would become a 'true hero'.

Until this moment.

"Bill, turn right!"

“Don’t try to deal with them all! Leave the other three to the lieutenant! We focus on clearing the southern path! Only attack the entity in front of you!”

His feet kept sinking into the thick mud.

A huge hand covered in blood moved to find a second victim. The sound of the giant mutant seemed to shake his body. His vision obscured by the mask felt uncomfortable, and he couldn’t suppress the urge to take it off. Eventually, Ed ripped off the mask.

The air mixed with poison seeped into his lungs. It felt like the poison that entered his blood vessels was rotting every bit of his flesh.

Thump!

The vibration shook Ed’s feet stuck in the mud.

Once again, in the blink of an eye, one person died.

There was no time to worry. There was no time to think. Ed pulled a huge greatsword the size of his body from his back and kicked the mud that wouldn’t let go of his feet and ran.

Thump!

A tremendous vibration was heard from behind.

Menes was holding the three giant mutants back while the soldiers focused on the entity that appeared to the south. Watching them barely manage to deflect all the attacks and repeatedly shoot arrows, my eyes shook with the desire to immediately go over there to provide support.

‘Wake up. We have to kill the southern bastard so that even you, Lieutenant, have a place to run to. Trust me, right now all I can do is trust you.’

Ad clenched his teeth and stomped his foot hard on the ground. Mud clumps flew up in all directions. There was no sign of any wavering in Ad’s posture.

Crack!

Ad’s giant greatsword flew and struck the arm supporting the mutant’s body. It felt like striking steel. The huge blade barely pierced the skin, but it could not reach its sturdy bones.

Ad quickly pulled out the greatsword.

The blind mutant swung its arms wildly.

Once, twice, three times.

The wildly shaking arms were accompanied by a strong wind, and the mud that had bound Ed's feet flew everywhere.

Ed quickly lowered his body.

Thankfully, the giant arms didn't even touch Ed's body. He was lucky.

"Eww!"

A roar, almost a scream, was heard from behind him. A soldier holding two long swords kicked the mud, jumped high, and rushed at the whale-like giant mutant's forehead.

The sight of him jumping high with his back to the dark clouds was nothing short of the back of a hero.

Bam!

And the hero, in the next moment, disappeared without a trace.

The giant hand of the mutant grabbed the soldier who was running while roaring and burst him like a small water balloon. "The first feelings were a fear," he said. When I was attacked, the eyes of the arms were obviously far away. It was a soldier with a thin and sharp sword.

Thud!

The mutant lifted his right arm, which was supporting his body, and then slammed down his left arm. It looked like he was trying to catch and pop a mosquito that had landed on him to suck his blood.

Thud!

The solid, huge bone of the mutant that Ed couldn't even reach with his blade protruded from under his arm. The mutant had slammed down his arm so hard that he broke it himself.

Poisonous blood spurted out from the huge arm.

The poisonous blood didn't splash on Ed. He was lucky this time.

Immediately afterwards, the whale-like, heavy body began to fall to the ground.

The foolish mutant had pulled both arms off the ground in order to grab the soldier who was on his arm.

It was only natural that the huge body, which had lost its support, began to fall to the ground.

Thud!

The body, which weighed tens of tons, dug deep into the mud. The mutant struggled to get out of the mud, and its arms were covered in bright red blood.

“.......”

The soldiers’ blood splashed around Ed’s eyes.

“.......”

Ed’s heart was beating fast.

He was wondering.

How could he swing his arms accurately even though he lost his eyes?

How could he survive, unlike the soldiers who died meaninglessly?

“Damn it!”

Before that question could be resolved, a blade flew towards the mutant’s forehead, which had fallen to the ground. Instead of Ed, who was still

Ad watched Bell’s back as he walked down the street indifferently and said nothing.

How can he be so indifferent? After watching his subordinates die right before his eyes? Is he even human?

Countless questions tore through his mind. He felt pain. His hands, arms, legs, and even his head began to hurt.

The hand holding the greatsword shook, and Ed ended up dropping the thick, heavy lump of iron.

The huge greatsword, as big as a person's torso, was abandoned on the battlefield.