novelODS Chapter 39 Brother, do you know Dakru?
Chapter 39 Brother, do you know Dakru?
The agent gripped the mud-covered iron dagger in reverse and covered the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, trying to look as if he were very professional.
Using George's hushed growls as cover, he crept along the blind spot of the abandoned shipping container, slowly making his way towards the unnatural shadow ahead.
The night owl, lurking in the shadows, felt a surge of mockery.
To the most rigorously trained assassins in the abandoned city, this outsider's stealth was nothing short of a disaster.
His breathing was completely arrhythmic, and when he exerted force, his heels landed first, without even leaving any blind spots for retreat.
If he wanted to, he could make the spy spurt three feet of blood from his carotid artery in half a second.
But the dagger that Night Cat was holding was not even drawn an inch from its sheath.
Just now, he witnessed this group of people cure the laborer who was coughing up blood, and watched the monstrous leader kill the mutated mother fungus of the abyss with his bare hands.
The moment Bolton ordered the poisoning of civilian wells, he had already crossed his line.
As a child who grew up in the shipwreck area, relying on the kindness of others, he could not tolerate that madman Bolton doing anything to harm civilians.
The night owl's mind unconsciously drifted to the admonition given by the man respectfully addressed as Dakru in the abandoned city's underground bar before his departure:
"The rule for rats is survival. When a ship is destined to sink, you have to find the next deck to land on in advance."
Bolton has gone mad; this wrecked ship is doomed to sink.
He felt a certain goodwill towards this group of outsiders who had saved the laborers and had a mysterious leader. Putting aside their strange behavior, they weren't a bad bunch.
Night Owl made up his mind. He decided to show himself first and use the rules of the abandoned city to teach this arrogant spy a lesson as a bargaining chip for meeting him.
Just as the agent peeked out halfway and turned around the cover, the moment came.
With a whoosh, a dark shadow darted out silently from the blind spot like a night owl.
Faced with this sudden attack, the agent reacted quickly. As a lowly warrior who had transmigrated from Earth, he raised his hand and threw a handful of dust mixed with blood at the face of the dark figure.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his right leg up suddenly, delivering a vicious and ruthless kick aimed straight at the opponent's lower body!
He starts by blinding the opponent, followed by a groin kick. It's all low-level moves.
Night Owl was startled by this utterly unsportsmanlike combo, but he twisted his body like a boneless snake, easily dodging the mud that was rushing towards him.
Faced with the groin kick, Night Owl instinctively used a classic Shadow Grab.
Instead of using the blade, he held the unsheathed dagger and, using one end of the counterweight, struck the agent's wrist nerve and the popliteal fossa behind his knee with precision and force.
"Oh my god!"
Two muffled thuds were heard, and the agent instantly felt a numbness in half of his body, his knees buckled, and he fell to his knees on one knee.
Night Owl lunged forward, pressing his knee firmly against the agent's back, pinning his hands behind his back, and speaking coldly in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Your feint with the mud was too stiff, and when you kicked your lower body, your center of gravity was completely off. Killing someone isn't like a pub brawl; the way you used your strength is no different from suicide in the eyes of the rats in this abandoned city."
The agent, who was pinned to the ground, struggled for a moment, only to find that his joints were completely locked by a clever technique, and he couldn't exert any strength.
But he quickly assessed his condition: his neck wasn't cold, he didn't feel weak from a major hemorrhage, and although the area where he was hit was painful, it was within the range of pain shielding mechanisms and was a tolerable tingling and numbness.
Not only did the opponent show mercy and defeat him in one blow, but they also spoke up to correct the flaws in his movements.
Most importantly, he heard four words.
An abandoned city?!
As a veteran MapleStory player, the agent immediately understood.
The man before me was dressed in the classic thief outfit of tight-fitting leather armor and a dagger, combined with this classic place name…
Alright, that's enough!
The agent, far from being afraid, suddenly turned his head, his eyes gleaming, and blurted out:
"Holy crap! An abandoned city? Dude, you know Darkru?! Are you the hidden NPC he sent to give us players the Thief class change quest?!"
As soon as those words were spoken...
Night Owl's previously calm face instantly changed color, and a violent earthquake seemed to erupt deep within his pupils.
How could he know the title of the supreme ruler?!
The abandoned city has an extremely tight intelligence network, and the title of Dakru, as the supreme ruler, is an absolute secret to the outside world.
This madman, who wallows in the mud and has no bottom line, not only shouted out the name of the supreme leader, but also mentioned the words "job change" and "flying man"!
Night Owl had a brief brainstorming session. He explained that "job change" was the secret code for upward mobility within the abandoned city, while "Thief" was the oldest and most secretive title bestowed upon orthodox assassins in the abandoned city!
Who exactly are these outsiders?! Has their intelligence network completely infiltrated the upper echelons of the abandoned city?!
The immense psychological impact caused Night Owl's hand, which was pressing on the agent's back, to loosen involuntarily for a moment.
Just as the night owl was questioning the meaning of life,
The agent thought he had successfully given the code and triggered the hidden setting. Taking advantage of the moment when the suppression loosened, he smoothly slid to his knees and grabbed Night Owl's leg tightly.
"Master, please accept my bow!" the agent yelled frantically. "I want to become a thief! I'm going to go lay bricks right now to earn money for my tuition! Master, please teach me that 'tapping the nerve tendons' move I just learned!"
Night Owl stared at the agent who was clinging to his leg and howling, his mouth twisted as if he were looking at a lunatic.
He despised the man's shameless behavior, but as Dakru's mole, he felt a strange sense of approval towards him.
Lord Dakru said that the best assassins must first learn to abandon their dignity.
This kid is so eager to learn that he has no bottom line in his methods, and he's even shameless enough to tear off someone's face and trample on them... He's practically a natural-born talent for surviving in an abandoned city.
"Over there! Over there!"
The agent's hoarse voice shouted, completely alarming the camp.
They came running around, climbing snails, carrying buckets, and even in the light rain, yelling and shouting as they gathered around, carrying rusty steel pipes and cement shovels.
Night Owl's eyes sharpened, and he kicked the agent away, quickly retreating to create distance.
He was on edge, watching the group of blood-covered strangers around him with vigilance.
However, he discovered that when these people looked at him, they showed no fear of the assassin; instead, they whispered among themselves with shining eyes.
"Holy crap, this NPC's leather armor model is so cool, it must be giving out hidden quests!"
"Agent, don't hog all the credit! I need a mission too!"
The night owl's apprehension reached its peak.
This is definitely not an ordinary refugee organization; it is a terrifying intelligence network that can silently infiltrate even abandoned cities.
"Quiet."
Just as the players were whispering among themselves, the GM's voice rang out from behind them.
With a series of unhurried footsteps, the noisy players and natives around them all fell silent and made way for each other.
Lynn, with his right hand in his pocket and expressionless, pushed through the crowd and walked towards them step by step.
Night Cat's hand, holding the dagger, hung at his side, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly.
He is waiting.
Once this monster leader, who single-handedly defeated the mother bacterium and controlled a terrifying intelligence network, is given a chance to reveal all his trump cards, he will be given a chance to do so.