Chapter 110 - The Boss of the Broken Theater
After a brief glance at Millie, Jhin fixed his eyes on The Kyle approaching him.
A copy of himself from the past — modeled after his level 200 self — radiating pure menace.
That bloodlust. That unrelenting intent to kill.
It was savage to the core.
"...I didn’t play the game that violently."
"Kiiiaaaah!"
Jhin activated Flow Sight, tracking the incoming patterns.
The stat values were still fixed.
As long as he could read the enemy’s form, dodging would be no issue.
Clang! Clang-clang!
He was able to quickly push the creature into a corner.
Honestly —
It was easy for him.
Because I can see everything.
No matter what anyone said, those techniques —
They were the very ones Jhin had used for years.
They were part of his self-made combat style — one developed specifically to complement his precarious "class."
And the weaknesses, too.
He quickly gauged the greatsword’s swing radius.
That weapon — it was what he had used during the days when his damage was too low.
The weakness was simple.
It caused brief stiffness after an attack.
After dodging a few more strikes, he spotted it —
That moment of hesitation.
The moment Jhin had been waiting for.
He surged forward — just as the enemy curled its lips into a smirk.
I know.
Whooosh!
A spell came flying at him — formed who knew when.
He sidestepped it with ease and slashed the copy’s leg.
"Kiiik?"
He remembered now — how back then, he had sacrificed certain equipment just to boost the greatsword’s speed.
Like pants.
He would wear the lightest material possible to reduce weight and maximize agility.
Spinning swiftly, Jhin cut across the fake Kyle’s waist.
It reacted with a dagger, but the difference in experience...
In level...
It was overwhelming.
And all of this... these are just my old techniques.
Jhin looked down at the crumpling Kyle, a faint flicker of blue flame now igniting in his eyes.
[Skill, ’Spirit Sight (A)’ activated.]
The eyes that see souls.
And now, Jhin could directly perceive the soul manifesting inside the form of this Kyle.
He didn’t know its name, or its class, or its age.
But one thing was painfully clear —
That soul was suffering.
It was not an evil spirit.
Jhin bit his lip.
Slice!
The Kyle’s neck was cleanly severed —
It dropped to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
And with it, a soul evaporated — leaving behind the faint wail of something tormented.
Was that sadness?
Jhin gave a slow shrug and turned his head.
Millie was still locked in combat.
There too — he saw the souls of those animating the other Kyles.
Suppressing a surge of nausea, he gripped his sword tighter.
He wanted to conserve his strength, but he didn’t want to keep watching this scene a second longer.
[Skill, ’Mana Focus (F)’ activated.]
How many levels had he gained since arriving here?
He drew up a deeper, more refined force and rushed toward the next Kyle.
Millie’s gunfire had momentarily thrown it off —
He struck from behind.
Even the creature’s monstrous reflexes couldn’t save it this time.
Slice.
Another Kyle down.
Then another.
This one ended even faster.
Slice!
Bang!
A bullet pierced its forehead.
His blade stabbed through its back.
As the soul vanished, the Kyle crumbled like burned ash.
"Phew... Mr. Jhin, you saved my life."
"Seriously. No fake can ever match the original."
"O King!"
Finally catching their breath, the group took out HP potions from their inventories and scattered to assist the surviving players.
While healing, they couldn’t help but start chatting about Jhin’s incredible display.
Excitement was written on every face.
But Jhin didn’t relax.
Even after wiping out every visible Kyle, his brows remained furrowed.
His expression was grim.
Quietly, he spoke.
"Is everyone okay?"
"Yes, thanks to you!"
"Then get up. We don’t have much time."
Their faces were exhausted.
Their wounds weren’t even fully treated.
But no one dared to complain.
Jhin’s tone left no room for it.
Why?
The reason was obvious.
Rrrrrrrumble...
He looked up at the ceiling, ready to collapse at any moment.
His eyes turned golden —
He could already sense the overwhelming flow of Power coming from above.
"Up. Now!"
"Y-Yes!"
Everyone scrambled to their feet, fixing their posture, drawing weapons, steeling themselves.
Jhin remained calm.
"It’s coming."
Ruuuuumble!
The entire theater shook violently as a massive surge of Power blew apart the ceiling.
And from within the dust —
A hulking figure emerged.
Jhin didn’t need to see its name.
He knew exactly who it was.
Boss Monster — Puppeteer Pierrot.
Even the terrifying Kyles had only been monsters born from the Goblin Orb.
This... this was the real monster.
This was the one they had to kill — the one to end it all.
I had hoped to deal with the Company first, but...
Even if the order was reversed, there was no changing it now.
Maybe this was how it was meant to unfold from the very beginning.
From within the cloud of dust, the monstrous Pierrot radiated dark mana.
Its crimson eyes flickered, and it muttered with seething hostility.
Its voice was drenched in hate.
"Which one of you..."
Its glare swept over the frozen players one by one — filled with a murderous gleam.
Its boiling rage burst forth in a thunderous shout:
"Who stole my orb!?"
Just the roar alone was enough to make their eardrums throb in pain.
A few players — already low on HP — had their eardrums rupture on the spot.
"A mere human dares lay hands on the King’s treasure?!"
Meanwhile, Jhin stared at the enraged Pierrot, silently swallowing his breath.
His earlier guess had been right.
This one had intelligence.
Even compared to the D-rank boss Lykan, this thing’s speech and enunciation were far clearer and more deliberate.
He had been correct.
No doubt about it —
This was a monster born with intelligence.
"You will not even serve as proper sacrifices for this dungeon! Uoooooooh!!"
The boss monster had arrived.