MHIAW [Rewrite] Chapter 113-120 [18.5K+ Words]
Added 2025-08-09 05:26:27 +0000 UTCMHIAW [Rewrite] Chapter 113-120 [18.5K+ Words]
Chapter 113: Keep Their Hands Off!
Chapter 114: You Can’t Leave Until You’ve Paid It All Back
Chapter 115: You Can’t Leave Until You’ve Paid It All Back – 2
Chapter 116: To the Devils District - 1
Chapter 117: To the Devils District – 2
Chapter 118: Hiding His Power?
Chapter 119: Radar ON, Whats That?!
Chapter 120: Using My Ego to Make
This contain eight chapters of MHIAW [Rewrite] from Chapter 113 to chapter 120. It have [18.5K+ Words].
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I expected a blacksmith’s to be a sweaty, grimy place, but this was a large, clean weapon shop. Various weapons were displayed neatly in glass cases.
“Wow, there are so many nice weapons!”
“Welcome!”
A beautiful female employee greeted us.
Where’s Master Hephal? As I looked around, the employee asked, “Are you perhaps Mr. Geum Taeyang?”
“You know me?”
“Yes. Master asked me to give you this if you came.”
I still had a long way to go before I got used to this city. This woman wasn’t just an employee.
“So the weapon is finished? Show me.”
“Master! May I go and report back?”
“Sure. Choose whatever you like.”
The employee placed a small box on the table. When she opened it, a crescent moon-shaped dagger appeared.
A custom-made dagger. My weapon, commissioned by Verdia from the Hephal family.
Could I take it now? I made eye contact with the employee.
“This dagger is a combat dagger. Its name is Dawn Moon (Seo-wol).”
Dawn Moon. What kind of name is that for a dagger?
Since this is another world, the sentiment behind naming a sword feels a bit cringeworthy. But I understood the desire to give a cool sword a name.
The white, beautiful blade naturally made me think of the moon.
While examining Dawn Moon, I asked something that had been bothering me.
“Did I ask for a combat dagger?”
“Well, Master said… that this dagger was ordered as a combat dagger…”
Her shoulders slumped uncertainly.
“He’s right. I did order it for combat. Your master saw right through me.”
“I-Is that so…! That’s a relief.”
That old man really is a pro.
Verdia probably requested a self-defense dagger, but from the moment she specified a blade length over 18 cm, Hephal must have understood the true meaning behind the request.
This weapon was meant for combat… or rather, for killing.
In that case… I picked up Dawn Moon and flicked the blade with my finger.
It was flexible. It bent easily due to its elasticity but didn’t break. And yet, the blade was extremely sharp.
To think he created a weapon not inferior to modern technology. That was impressive.
The watched me anxiously as I toyed with the blade, but it wouldn’t break because it was flexible.
If it were just hard, it would break under force.
“I like it.”
Only then did the slave’s expression brighten.
“Tell him I’ll take a few more pieces of equipment from the store.”
“Yes, sir.”
No need to pay! I was good for it.
I sheathed Dawn Moon, attached it to my belt, and walked over to where Cecil was by the display case.
“Did you choose?”
“Looking for knuckles!”
“Knuckles…”
I thought Cecil was good at fighting in general, using her whole body. If she wore knuckles too, I wouldn’t be confident in winning even with a sword.
“Ugh. It’s hard to choose. They’re all good.”
“How about this one?”
I went to the next display case and pointed to a pair of knuckles that were clearly in a different price range.
“Th-That’s too expensive…”
“It’s only 10 gold coins?”
“Your sense of money is messed up! Knuckles shouldn’t cost 10 gold coins; that’s a rip-off!”
The employee listening from afar laughed awkwardly…Well, even I would find it strange if a kitchen knife cost over ten thousand dollars.
“Our lives are on the line. We need to buy good equipment.”
“That item is made from the bone of a Primordial Dragon, so…”
“Wow! A dragon!”
“A dragon? Those exist…?”
“It was imported from Dragon Street.”
Ah… Come to think of it, there was a street with that fearsome name in this city.
“Dragon Street.”
I wondered why that place wasn’t considered the highest difficulty. Is there a Dragon Slayer in the Devil’s District?
“Would you like to try them on?”
Cecil looked surprised as she put on the white knuckles.
“They’re light!”
“And sturdy.”
“You want these?”
“Yes! I like them. I feel so much stronger!”
We decided to pay later since I didn’t have any cash on me.
Cecil also picked out quite a variety of other weapons: twelve throwing knives, a chain whip, a short spear, a shield, and a pair of swords.
I started to get a little worried as I watched her.
“Are you sure you can use all of that? You’re not just picking them randomly, are you?”
“Yes, I can use them all!”
“Even so…”
Isn’t this a bit excessive?
My worries were short-lived as Cecil attached the twin swords to her waist, hid the chain whip and throwing knives in her clothes, strapped the shield and short spear to her back, freeing both hands.
“Fully armed Cecil! Ta-da!”
“What’s your current combat power?”
“Around 600!”
It had gone up by 100.
“It’s better to have spare weapons. You never know what might happen in a dungeon.”
“This is all I need.”
I tapped the dagger at my waist.
“Are you good with daggers?”
“Better than swords.”
“Show me!”
“Show you what? Like this?”
I demonstrated how to spin the dagger.
“Wow! Wow! Teach me how to do that!”
“You’ll cut your fingers off.”
“You’re like an acrobat!”
“This is nothing. Master was even…”
“The Orc mister?”
“No…”
That’s a story from when I met my second master.
Was Bior my fourteenth? It might seem like I changed masters every year, but I always learned diligently to become a man worthy of my destiny.
“It’s an old story.”
Of course, I don’t have any embarrassing memories of running around with a dagger in my school days. I have no intention of bragging about such heroic tales.
I can’t do things like “17 Division.” I can’t even see the “Death Line.”
The reason I’m good with daggers isn’t because of that, but because I used to hunt wild animals for a living. It naturally became familiar to my hands.
I’ve never actually fought a person with a blade. And that’s only natural. I lived in a world where picking a fight while holding a blade would get you thrown in jail.
My opponents were always animals. The toughest were wild boars. They’re aggressive and don’t die easily, so personally, they were tougher than bears.
“I want to hear about your past!”
“It’s not interesting. It was just a lot of hardship.”
This is my own, unique destiny.
In this world, I might even become a murderer for the first time. I might take someone’s life.
I’m nervous. This was a first for me.
Cecil also became quiet as we left the store and headed toward the Devil’s District.
There was no one around. Really, no one.
As if it were a sin to come near this street, the absence of people was clear. We passed through a dark forest and reached a thick wall, where guards stood at a checkpoint. But they felt different from the Chartreuse guards.
“Those people are strong.”
“I think so too.”
Why do they have such a different atmosphere? It’s because they’re not residents of this city.
The guards’ eyes were sharp, as if they were still in the middle of a war. Their equipment was messy and their helmets worn improperly, but...
I got the feeling they were dangerous.
Could we really pass through here so easily?
Calm down. They’re just lowly guards.
Why am I already this afraid?
I slowly approached the checkpoint with Cecil.
“Halt.”
As soon as we moved, the guards pointed their spears at us.
“This isn’t a place for pups from the Beast District. Turn back.”
I raised my hands playfully.
“You’re not even going to ask ‘Who goes there?’ before telling us to turn back?”
“I don’t care who you are. If you don’t want to die, turn back.”
Cecil clenched her fists.
No, it’s okay... If I get worked up here, Cecil might jump out and cause a scene.
I patted Cecil’s head reassuringly and walked forward.
“I have a permit from the Chartreuse family. Please allow me to pass through to the Devil’s District.”
“What?”
“You’re not messing with us...”
“You’re telling me someone actually brought a permit like that?”
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