Solo Leveling: Ragnarok – 263



Episode 263

Sirka was dreaming.

It was a few years ago.

It was a memory of the day I first met ‘Cha Cha’.

However as always Sirka’s dreams had something in common that never changed no matter what the content was.

That is ‘color’.

Sirka’s dreams were always white.

The whole world that surrounded her from the moment she was born until now was always pure white and she only knew that world.

Whioooooo-

A harsh snowstorm.

Pure white snowfield.

A life of struggle running barefoot across the cold snow and fighting to the death with countless spirits.

Because that was all the world Sirka knew.

but.

It was from ‘that day’.

-Sirka! We’re in big trouble!

-Spirits have invaded the village!

Sirka’s world which seemed to last forever began to change.

-The spirits ran wild!

-Everyone take up arms!

One day the spirits of the Echo Forest went on a rampage and attacked the village.

Fighting fiercely for days and days against the endless waves of spirits.

One day Sirka prepared for her own death as she watched the old elves dying one by one by her side.

Shwaaaaagh-!

-Look at the sky!

-A monster is coming down from the sky!

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-It’s a dragon!

Ah why on earth….

Why do misfortunes come all at once like this?

The moment I witnessed the appearance of a huge flying dragon descending from the sky through a snowstorm.

Sirka probably felt that kind of overwhelming despair.

But surprisingly it really happened in an instant that that feeling of despair turned into brilliant hope.

From the moment the human riding on the suddenly appeared giant flying dragon landed on the ground.

-Where are we?

Even in a blizzard I immediately saw the enormous magical power pulsing through the entire body of the person who was able to grasp the surrounding situation with sharp eyes.

and.

-Hey I’m saying that because I don’t have a weapon but anything is fine. Can you lend me a weapon?

Have we finished understanding the situation?

Sirka accidentally handed over her weapon to the man who approached her and held out his hand.

Two extra daggers were stuck at his waist.

-It’s a dagger… I somehow miss it.

Then as if the man suddenly thought of something he held the two daggers backwards and smiled softly.

And it was from then on.

Shwaaagh!

The person began to dance the ‘sword dance’ in earnest waving his hair.

-Kiaaaaa!

And right behind him a huge drake roared fiercely and began hunting down the spirits along with the human.

So that day.

The village managed to regain peace.

By a stranger who suddenly appeared.

However even though the battle was over the stranger did not leave the village and continued to mistreat them.

-I can’t do it. I don’t know where this is but I need to take care of you guys first.

Really…

Even looking back I still thought he was a really strange person.

-Is everyone okay? All the injured kids gather here! And there you!

-You mean me?

-Yes you. If there are any bandages or medicine in town could you bring me some? And did everyone eat? Why are you dressed so cold again? Aren’t you cold?

…True.

Even though I was wearing the coldest clothes.

The meticulous hand that suddenly appears and saves them and securely closes their collars allowing the cold wind to seep in.

It really wasn’t funny.

…Rather I cried.

They were tears of relief as I realized that I had survived once again.

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And it started from that day.

That strange stranger came to live in the village and was called by the name ‘Chacha’.

Chacha is like that….

He stayed with the young elves who barely survived and became their family.

Sometimes as a swordsman teacher.

-Sirka! waist! Lower your posture even further! Keep your center of gravity low so you don’t fall over!

-What is the center of gravity?

-Oh should I explain from there….

Tactics and strategies taught me how to protect myself.

Sometimes like my mother.

-Kids let’s eat!

-Wow!

-Sirka! Also if you eat first you will be scolded! Let’s eat together with all our friends!

-I don’t like it! I already have a mug.

We made warm meals and warm clothes and clothed them in the still cold and cold snowstorm.

and….

-Hey our Sirka! I braided my hair and it looked so cool! If so it won’t block your view during battle right?

-lol. huh!

-The hair of elves is so amazing. How can it be so pretty and soft yet strong and tough enough to be used as a bow string?

-Ahem. Are you jealous? Just wait a moment. When my hair grows longer I will make a bow for Chacha myself.

-Oh thank you. Then I will make you a bracelet out of my hair in return.

-What are the bracelets for? That kind of thing is useless in battle.

-too bad.

-Ugh. I’m kidding.

…taught me how to smile brightly even in the coldest weather.

-Sirca.

Thanks to Chacha Sirka was able to learn new colors for the first time in the cold cold winter world in which she had been trapped all her life.

The color is warm.

I had no doubt that if there was such a thing as spring it would definitely be this color.

-Sirca.

and.

A voice that strangely resembled Chacha’s voice was heard from far away.

-You are already qualified.

Excited.

A voice similar to Chacha’s but with a strangely low sound was calling to him.

-So get up.

Wake up?

What do you mean?

The voice reached Sirka who was having a happy dream.

At that moment I instinctively realized something.

Whioooooo!

…!

The fact that he was once again surrounded and targeted by hungry spirits just like that day.

Hwaaaaaaa!

Just like before Chacha appeared the village was on the verge of being eaten by numerous spirits that were invading it.

The first thing that came to mind at that moment was the instinctive fear I felt that day.

The next thing that came to mind was the smile of Chacha who always looked straight at me and smiled.

-Wake up and take control of those spirits yourself.

…!

Someone’s voice was heard again awakening Sirka’s courage.

Just like that day.

-Become a monarch.

…Flash!

Sirka instinctively opened her eyes at those words and saw Suho’s face that resembled Chacha.

Sirka asked with a puzzled expression.

[…Where am I?]

‘If you wake up take out your weapon first.’

No answer came back.

Instead a long black shadow spread behind Suho’s broad back as he turned to look forward again.

Huwaaaaaaaaa!

[Use ‘Skill: Monarch’s Realm’.]

And while keeping an eye on Silad who was hunting the spirits beyond he shouted at Sirka.

‘Be alert and look ahead! The former Lord of the Cold War personally shows us how to fight against spirits! You should watch and learn for yourself rather than me!’

[…?!]

Sirka was surprised.

It was as he said.

Shwaaagh!

The dead monarch was emitting tremendous force in front of him overwhelming the spirits.

But at the same time I realized.

[no. It’s impossible. I still….]

The fact that his capabilities are far from sufficient to dare to follow that enormous momentum.

‘Impossible is shit!’

phut!

-Oh?!

Suddenly Suho’s palm flew out and struck Sirka mercilessly on the back and Sirka came to her senses.

A familiar taste!

This pain was the taste of Chacha’s hand having been hit countless times while learning swordsmanship from him.

At the same time it was also the taste of his mother’s hand as Suho had been beaten far more times in terms of number of times.

Suho said.

‘Don’t worry just trust me and follow me. ‘I’ve already learned the trick.’

[what? That power must be completely different from the one you are dealing with so how?]

‘That’s why I said it was a trick. If you don’t have enough use it as you need. ‘Here we go!’

[Now wait…!]

Hwaaaah!

Suho jumped forward dragging Sirka with him.

By mistake Sirka ended up jumping into a whirlpool of hungry spirits and Suho was beside her and said with a grin.

‘Now take out your weapon first.’

[…Spear of the Ice Tree.]

Damn it!

Frost appeared in Sirka’s hand which obediently followed the guardian’s words and the ice tree’s spear stretched out.

With the weapon in hand Sirka’s body instinctively followed the movements taught by Chacha and began to attack the spirits.

‘good. ‘You fight well.’

[This can’t be happening…!]

‘Then it starts now. I’ll teach you the tricks.’

Suho’s eyes sparkled.

[Use ‘Skill: Rigid Body Technique.’]

Shwaaak!

At that moment black energy enveloped Suho’s fists and arms.

Sirka’s eyes widened.

I noticed it instinctively.

The fact that that power is not a normal skill.

That hard and strong black energy rose up to Suho’s shoulders giving him the appearance of wearing a huge armor.

Suho stretched out his huge hand snatched up one of the spirits and exploded it.

Quang!

After crushing and exploding a spirit like that Suho looked back at Sirka and smiled showing his teeth.

‘This is power. It’s the power used by the Lord of the Strong Body.’

[How did you get that power…?!]

‘I learned it. You too should learn from now on.’

Kwasik! Quang!

Suho grabbed the spirits again and burst them.

‘One more here.’

[Use ‘Skill: Giant’s Armor’.]

Whoa!

Suho’s entire body was surrounded by armor.

This was a common skill but Sirka looked like she had already realized something.

‘Sirka.’

Suho was asking.

‘Silard fought against the sudden cold weather and became a monarch. Then what does extreme cold mean to you?’

There was no need to answer that question.

In the first place cold winter was nothing to Sirka.

While Silad fought against the sudden cold weather for Sirka the harsh cold was just something she had seen from the moment she was born.

Night and day are nothing but white…

Kwasik!

The ice tree spear that Sirka held out pierced the spirit that was targeting her.

…Yes I knew.

I am still young and weak.

It will not be possible to rule over all spirits like the great former monarch Silad.

but.

I assert here

[At least the spirits that I can touch…]

Awesome!

The spirit that was stabbed by the ice tree’s spear froze.

[Dominates.]

Damn it!

So one by one.

Sirka began stabbing and freezing the hungry spirits that were swirling around targeting her one by one.

-Kiiiiiiaaaa-

In the screams and screams of those spirits.

All the spirits that Sirka killed along the tip of Sirka’s spear began to freeze like frost.

And that shape was shown by Suho himself… the shape of a huge armor.

Awesome!

For a moment a cold majesty appeared in Sirka’s eyes.

[Spirit Armor]

(精靈機甲)

Damn it!

Then the armor gradually expanded its area to match the number of spirits that Sirka had killed wrapping around Sirka’s entire body.

Just like the strong body technique and giant’s armor that Suho showed himself.

As a result Sirka surrounded herself with a huge armor two to three times larger than herself.

and.

Quack!

He stretched out his huge fist made up of ice spirits grabbed another spirit and exploded it.

As Suho showed.

‘Yeah you’re good. ‘If you learned it from your mom you should do that.’

Suho said with a grin on his face.

[…oh my god.]

On the other hand the eyes of former monarch Silad who was hunting the spirits in front of him widened in astonishment.

But that only lasts for a moment.

Soon pride filled Szilard’s eyes.

[Well not bad for a start.]

Elemental control not elemental magic.

The first step was succeeded by imitating the technique used by the Lord of the Strong Body.

[No it’s infinitely better.]

That’s right.

After all his choice was right.

Do you see it Pores?

It’s not elementalism it’s just spirit control. Look at that majestic figure that goes beyond the level of simply consuming spirits as materials for making weapons and armor.

Isn’t that young elf much more like a monarch than a high elf who was just running away from the cold winter?

[Uh huh huh!]

Szilard burst into laughter feeling sincerely happy.

Tiring!

[The King of the Yetis Lord of Cold expresses great gratitude to his priest.]

[The King of the Yetis Lord of the Cold pays tribute to his priest’s performance.]

‘hmm?’

Suho looked back at Silad as he saw the system message that suddenly appeared.

Then Szilard was smiling with utmost satisfaction.

[Son of the Shadow Lord. Do you remember what I said when I first met you? I originally tried to kill you as soon as I saw you. But I ended up seeing your mother. The companion of the Shadow Lord who became a mother by the side of my young and weak tribe.]

The misery Szilard felt the moment he found out about this was indescribable.

It was even more so because the moment I saw that image I remembered the face of my mother who died protecting me as a newborn until the end.

[I decided not to kill you because I was grateful to your mother. But not anymore.]

Kwasik!

Even as Silad tore another spirit to death he was still looking at Suho’s face.

[Thank you. For proving that my choice was right.]

Tiring!

[Would you like to recruit ‘Descendant of the Cold’ as a colleague?]

(Y/N)

At that moment a new message appeared before Suho’s eyes again.

And even quests.

[Quest has arrived.]

But Suho already knew what Silad was asking for.

[Please take good care of my descendants in the future as well.]

Sigh.

With those words Guardian and Sirka wearing black armor and spirit armor simultaneously brightened their eyes and grabbed the spirit and burst it.

Quack!

‘Then get back out. From now on we will eat all the spirits.’