“My luck stat is…?”

There, it was written…

/Luck: 1,000 (???)/

***

Clang! Bang!

“Ugh, each step is so heavy… Gear Number Three!”

Youngmin threw away the black sword in his hand, which he had used to deflect the rain of bullets that poured down on the Masters, and switched his weapon to a greatsword that shone with golden light.

[Impediments.]

“Ack! I’m so scared… so scared!”

While making a sarcastic fuss, Youngmin fiercely stared at the opponent in front of him. He felt as if his whole body was light enough to fly away, and his mind was so clear that it was almost like everything had become transparent.

That rolling momentum was transferred to his greatsword’s blade.

‘Oh, my goodness.’

Youngmin was well above his best condition. Normally, it would have been hard for him to deflect even one magic bullet, but he was currently able to clearly see the trajectory of all the enemy’s attacks as if he were viewing someone drawing the lines and curves in real-time. On top of that, his natural killing intent as a Celestial Killer was brought out; it was as if a disobedient child had been given a chance to run amok.

He parried, avoided, and cut down every attack that came his way. Considering that Youngmin’s opponent was a transcendent, this sort of feat should have been absolutely impossible.

‘It’s like an extended moment of enlightenment.’

Youngmin had experienced such moments before. They happened when he was completely exhausted and on the verge of fainting from having swung his sword for days on end,...