Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 88

The Wandering Merchant's treasure hunt.
This continues not only in the Ashen Mountain of the Demon Realm but also in the Garbage Mountain of the Human Realm.

[There are plenty of items hidden in the Garbage Mountain! I’ll buy anything valuable, so pick everything up. No, pick up everything!]

With the cheerful shout, the Garbage Mountain strategy began.
The basic strategy was to repeatedly collect and sell a few valuable items from Garbage Mountain’s first zone.

[A glass jar full of sparkling sand]

An item that was completely useless by human standards,
just shiny trash, a worthless trinket.
However, for the Wandering Merchant, it was the greatest treasure in Zone 1.

[Wow! Give it to me. I’ll buy it for 20 Souls!]

A low-difficulty item with a great trade value for its weight,
the glass jar filled with sand.
Selling all of these would usually complete the strategy.
Unlike the first zone of Garbage Mountain, where you could easily acquire large amounts of Souls,
from the second zone onwards, the difficulty sharply increases, and there are no cost-effective trinkets.
To progress through the field, you have to risk great danger,
and in this zone, all bloodline powers are sealed.
It’s easy to die at any moment.

[Three Principles of Garbage Mountain Strategy]
? Sell plenty of glass jars filled with sand.
? Listen to the cheerful humming of the Wandering Merchant.
? Finish the field strategy and return to the main field.

After conquering one field,
the event triggers of other fields accumulate,
and in Half-Demon Valley, where time is more precious than gold, wasting time is a luxury.
With today’s optimized strategies,
no player was seriously attempting to conquer Garbage Mountain anymore.

"How many zones are there here?"
"It looks like there are more than 3 zones."
"It’s so deep."
"Look at the size of those low-tier demons. One glance, and I’ll be dead in 3 seconds."
"But why is Mute Swordsman getting a 3-second kill?"
"He’s just naturally strong. Even with his bloodline power sealed, nothing changes for him."
And now,
Mute Swordsman began strolling through the Garbage Mountain, which was practically an uninhabited wasteland.

[Low-tier Demon]

Large, brutish half-demons who grab and chew anything within reach before spitting it out.
If they spot you, death is inevitable.
When one of these demons awoke at the entrance of the Garbage Mountain,
it only received the notification that the difficulty had decreased,
after making eye contact with the Wandering Merchant, who looked at it with disdain.
Even then, after dying twice, each event trigger for all maps would accumulate,
so recklessly dying and continuing exploration wasn’t an option.
For those who dared to challenge the treasure hunt of the Garbage Mountain,
whether they were gathering pretty trash or treasure hunters,
low-tier demons were nothing but harmful.
Mute Swordsman, however, was the only one who didn’t avoid these demons.

‘A bloodline-sealing zone so strong that even a Boogeyman can’t step out of the closet. I’d expect any other player to struggle here.’

The enhanced system of Half-Demon Valley, Bloodlines.
By using the power of demon blood, players could obtain bloodline blessings
and gain inhuman strength. However, when they reached a bloodline-sealing zone,
all of that strength would be stripped away,
forcing them to rely only on their innate abilities.

It was a trial where the weak couldn’t survive.
A despair where all the strength one had built up became worthless.
Yet, none of this applied to Mute Swordsman.

“Gkiii eh ehhck”

With every swing of her arm, demons were chopped to pieces one after another.
The demon, now missing its arm, flailed in panic.
It was even easier to decapitate the demon whose arm had been lost.
The monsters, known as the nightmares of the Garbage Mountain,
those that turned the map genre into stealth or gore-slasher,
were now being sliced like meat on a chopping board.

"Why is he playing a different map by himself?"
"Where did the usual Garbage Mountain go?"
"What happened to the ‘death on sight’ scary tag map?"
"Livingpoint> Mute Swordsman killed the Executioner without a bloodline."
"Aha^^ If you kill the Executioner without a bloodline, you can also kill low-tier demons^^ That’s some info I really wanted^^"
"But how do we do it?"
"Just know it, haha, who said we can follow along?"
With overwhelming physical strength,
Mute Swordsman easily dealt with the large low-tier demons.
But was this really that difficult?

The countless complaints flooding the chat.
Endless excuses about how strong the demons were.
Ha Eun-eung couldn’t agree.

They were big.
Their arms were long.
They rushed at you with terrifying speed if they caught you.
They threw heavy trash everywhere.
They ripped through flesh with their claws.

‘And so what?’

Large trash being thrown at you?
Just calmly pick a spot to step,
and dodge there.

They rush at you with terrifying speed?
It’s great because they come to you, saving your stamina.

If their claws rip you apart?
All the overflowing trash is just decoration.
Just make sure their claws hit trash or break.

Big and long arms?
They were made to fight against stronger enemies.
That’s what martial arts is for.

‘They just relied on convenient strength.’

There were plenty of martial artists like that in the martial world.
Those who became obsessed with handling deep internal energy.
They used the destructive abilities of their energy,
and if their Qi was disturbed,
they could no longer handle it freely.
Such people, who had accumulated fame in the martial world,
ended up dying with outdated swordsmanship, making pitiful resistance.

‘This is all the result of neglecting the basics.’

In this fight,
Ha Eun-eung didn’t even use her internal energy.
In the bloodline-sealing zone,
even managing Qi became difficult.
At the start of the game,
she stood still reading the chat,
not only to see the viewers’ reactions,
but also to check how her Qi was performing.

‘The two spots in the Garbage Mountain that were unveiled in the story mode were known.’

Clunk. Rattle rattle. Clunk.

The large compactor grinding the trash made a rhythmic noise
that still echoed in her ears.

Ssss

The wind blew the ashes,
and the faint scent of burning trash mixed with it.

If she had been under the trash mound,
it would have been extremely difficult and time-consuming to track weak sounds or the wind,
but she cleaved every demon she saw at the top of the mound,
traversing over all the mounds without hesitation.

From the width of her field of view,
to the opportunity to smell the wind and sense the scents.
She held overwhelming advantage in every aspect.

‘If only this were gone, it would be perfect.’

The only trial and shackles that slowed Mute Swordsman’s steps
was the closet with the Boogeyman inside.

Clunk clunk..
Creeeak creak..

Grabbing one corner of the closet and dragging it along,
Mute Swordsman’s forehead began to bulge with veins, unable to hide her anger.

Thud thud
Kick kick

No matter how much she punched or kicked,
the Boogeyman, inside the closet, had no intention of waking up.

"What’s the point of killing demons when we have to go back down just to drag the closet?"
"If it were me, I would’ve dropped that closet off the top of Garbage Mountain already."
"Agree."
"How can she not throw away that heavy thing?"
"It’s a demon anyway, do we really need to protect it?"
"Like that prince, it’ll probably betray her later."
Why bring him along?
Just throw him away.
He’ll betray her anyway, and so on.
The viewers openly showed their distrust.
It wasn’t just because of the prince’s betrayal.
Objectively, the Boogeyman’s closet
was just a piece of luggage.

‘There was no special exchange with the Boogeyman.’

A straightforward Wendy,
a meticulous but sneaky Magan.
The bastard prince who severed ties in front of his enemy.
Through three days of ticket hunting and the arena,
to the simultaneous extermination at the Demon King’s palace.
Having experienced countless events together,
if asked who was the most unreadable,
anyone would choose the Boogeyman,
who was always quiet and kept his true feelings hidden.

‘But still, the Boogeyman faced every challenge with me.’

Even in difficult situations,
he never wavered,
even against the powerful Demon Queen, he stalled for time.
The prince, who spoke words of respect and gratitude,
later committed the worst betrayal.
On the other hand, the Boogeyman didn’t say a word of praise,
which only made Ha Eun-eung trust him more.

‘Actions speak louder than words. Those who don’t easily break their loyalty won’t betray easily.’

A person who knows how to add value to their own words.
Such people don’t speak much,
but when they do, they always keep their word.

‘If the Boogeyman betrays just because the situation is hard, he would deserve the betrayal himself.’

Unlike the prince, who let his emotions lead to betrayal,
Ha Eun-eung didn’t want to be like that prince.

"Oh, finally throwing him away?"
"Why is she still rummaging through the trash?"
"Did the Wandering Merchant disease spread?"
"That’s totally on her!"
"Isn’t that string tied to it?"
"Why is she picking up the wheels again?"
The viewers, who had been confused and didn’t understand the intention,
finally saw Ha Eun-eung tie the closet door handle with string,
making it easy to drag by attaching a handle,
and adding wheels at the bottom so it could be easily dragged anywhere.
Only then did the viewers express admiration.

"She’s really dragging it all the way."
"Can’t give up any of these clothes!"
"Once a companion, always a companion."
"Wow, I’ve never seen a woman like this before."
"Why ‘first time’? Are you a virgin?"
"Of course, it should be the first time a woman drags a closet like that. Damn."
"Lol."
"If it wasn’t the first time, that would be weirder, lol."
"A woman dragging a closet as a hobby."
"If Mute Swordsman is a 13-year-old male, he might do strength training and drag it every day."
Instead of convenience, Ha Eun-eung chose her companion.
Whether the Boogeyman would repay her loyalty or betray her,
at this point, it was still uncertain.
But Mute Swordsman, who never easily gave up,
was dragging the closet with sweat on her brow through Garbage Mountain,
a place so difficult to even stand,
leaving a deep impression on the viewers.

Clunk. Rattle rattle. Clunk.

"But why does the compactor sound closer?"
"She’s definitely saving the Boogeyman, right?"
"Is she throwing the closet into the compactor?"
"Nah, no way."
"Mute Swordsman, even though she’s wiped out every demon, is she really going to kill the Boogeyman inside the indestructible closet?"
"Seriously, the level of doubt is off the charts, what kind of defense is this?"
The deep impression was turning into rising suspicion,
but still, Ha Eun-eung did not give up on the Boogeyman.
The Boogeyman in the closet
had been silently watching all of her dedication from the beginning to the end.