I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

In Greek mythology, Theseus used a ball of thread to navigate the labyrinth and defeat the Minotaur. Hansel and Gretel left a trail of breadcrumbs to find their way back through the forest. But what should I rely on to navigate the sewers?

The answer is blood. Of course, as a Confucian who values the body inherited from my parents, I didn’t use my own blood.

“Gurgle… Ughhh…”

There’s an abundance of disposable blood bags, so I just zapped them with magic, causing instant death and destroying their bodies. Most of the time, I fought with my bare hands or knives, severing their Achilles’ tendons and carrying them around with large vertical slashes on their bodies. I marked my path with blood to find my way back.

“Sa… Save me…”

“What the hell! You have the nerve to ask for mercy after kidnapping and brutally beating these children?”

It seemed most of them didn’t have the Black Round Table tattoo. They were likely a group of thugs and vagrants, using them as henchmen. I didn’t feel any sympathy for them, though.

“Please spare our lives…”

“Shut up, you annoying bastards.”

I struck their temples with the back of my hand, killing them instantly. I didn’t need such a noisy thread, so I silenced them. I am Theseus, the conqueror of the sewer labyrinth and the Minotaur, claiming glory. I licked and cleaned the blood flowing down my hand.

They sure gathered quite a bunch of misfits. It seemed there were adventurers among them, including mercenaries, adventurers, assassins, vagrants, and thugs. They didn’t discriminate based on gender or age, with women, older individuals, and young boys among them.

Well, that didn’t stop me from killing them.

It was clear this narrow sewer was filled with over 50 people, and my expensive clothes were now covered in blood and sewage. They wouldn’t compensate me for the damage, and this was the ultimate inconvenience. Even Febreze couldn’t remove the stench of blood and sewage.

“Ugh, this is annoying.”

Today was undoubtedly my worst day. I had a nightmare I didn’t want to remember, got pickpocketed on the street, witnessed children’s deaths, and my expensive clothes were stained with blood and sewage. I needed to make them pay a heavy price.

As I pondered how to make them pay, I heard footsteps approaching. I may not be a legendary blind mercenary who can sense terrain and movement through sound or a hunter who can detect the number and equipment of enemies through smell, but I could still determine their number and the type of weapons they carried through sound and smell.

The number was five, and they carried steel swords. The smell of iron mixed with blood made it difficult to analyze the weapons precisely, but they were about 40 meters away from me. Based on their footsteps and smell, they seemed more formidable than the bugs I had encountered so far. Unlike the narrow corridor where I had just fought, the current corridor was wider, making it disadvantageous to fight with knives.

In a fight, the first strike is crucial, and fighting five opponents at once was a bit bothersome, but I had to keep my promise.

The men who appeared were well-dressed, with the Black Round Table tattoo on their necks. Unlike the other henchmen, these men exuded a more threatening aura. Perhaps they were the most dangerous fighters sent to face me?

In that case, my response was simple.

“Lightning, crawl like a snake.”

Five lightning snakes moved at the speed of sound, but the men dodged them easily.

“Ah, now we’re getting to the heart of the matter. It’s not just weak monsters; these guys can fight.”

I still had the advantage in distance. I could retreat and cast spells, ensuring victory. That’s why in PvP, ranged attackers have an advantage over close-range fighters.

However, my magic options were limited. I couldn’t use fire, earth, steel, or wood spells that could damage the sewers.

I could adjust the power and range of other spells, but I still had enough power to take five lives.

“Wind, become a blade.”

I cast dozens of wind blades, but the men deflected them and charged towards me. I was caught off guard, allowing them to close in.

In this situation, what magic could I use? Creating a light shield would only be a temporary solution, and using ‘Lightning, crawl like a snake’ at close range would only take one life.

How could I take the lives of these five men? As they rushed towards me with their swords, that moment felt like an eternity. If it were Master Kuroki of the Magic Spear, Pokemon Master Ash, Master T.O. of the Black Wing, Master Bruce Lee, or Master Kratos… What should I do?

At that moment, one of my teachers advised me. Was there a need to shoot lightning in that form?

It was a spell used by an NPC in this game, and while Werner had never used it, there was no reason he couldn’t use a spell that an NPC could.

“Lightning, become armor.”

I surrounded myself with lightning, protecting my body to some extent with magic, but the electricity that seeped into my body was painful. Still, I could endure it, having undergone electric shock training as a child.

I wrapped my hand in lightning and struck the man’s neck with a hand blade. However, there was a problem. The power exceeded my expectations. I intended to break his neck with a hand blade, but the lightning-wrapped hand sliced his neck like tofu.

Lightning hand blade… The power was exceptional. But I couldn’t admire its power for long. There were still four more men to deal with. When one of their companions lost his head, they backed away, regrouped, and watched my movements, wary of my next move.

“You’re running away after your friend suffered such a fate? If you’re going to run, at least say ‘Sorry…’ If you don’t, you won’t receive the Friendship Crest, you bastards.”

Of course, the holder of the Friendship Crest was an NTR bastard who stole his friend’s girl, but thinking of him made me angry. I kicked the severed head towards them, a perfect shot even Pele would praise.

“You’re rejecting your friend? You’re running away when his head is trying to kiss you? Are you bullying him? Are you living alone? You planned this trip and didn’t tell anyone, you bastards!”

Bullying. It’s unforgivable to treat a friend like that. Every culture teaches you to value your friends. One of my teachers also taught me to value my friends.

‘We may not look like each other… we are all friends… We’re all friends, even if we’ve had a hard time finding each other…’

I was taught to value friends by one of my teachers.

“Regardless of our differences, we are all friends… Even if it was difficult to meet, we are all friends…”

I wrapped myself in lightning and charged at them, piercing one man’s limb with my index finger.

“Pika!!!”

Only three left… It’s a shame I can’t let them live.

They swung their long swords at me, but at this close range, their effectiveness was limited.

I grabbed the iron sword, and the electricity flowed through it, turning one of them into a roasted chicken. As the others dropped their weapons in surprise, I took the opportunity to slam one man’s head against the wall.

Only one man remained, and he kept his distance, wielding a long sword. It was too close to use magic but too far to approach. And at that moment, the lightning surrounding my body disappeared. It had a short duration.

“Now that your fancy magic is gone, I’ll cut you down.”

Using magic would result in my immediate defeat, and fighting hand-to-hand was disadvantageous due to the reach difference.

So, I threw a knife. Throwing weapons are meant for such situations.

“… A trick!”

The man deflected the knife but allowed me to get close. I didn’t intend to kill him with the knife.

“Let’s die together.”

I twisted his neck. Twisting a person’s neck felt unexpectedly good. As I walked away, immersed in the pleasure, I noticed someone else. I thought they were there to deal with me, but that wasn’t the case.

As I carefully checked their back, I realized it was Ricardo, Werner’s companion.