Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 34: Haha, I Just Fainted

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Haha, I Just Fainted

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the same time, an incredibly fierce horizontal Sword Qi erupted from Cash’s blade, spreading rapidly around him.

"Waterfall Slash!"

Where the sword wind went, trees toppled and dust flew. Within thirty meters, all the trees and slimes were cut at the same height. A large swath of maple forest collapsed with a loud crash, leaving only half-meter-high stumps with perfectly smooth cross-sections, and the slimes were also sliced in half.

Shami leaped into the air, the powerful sword wind piercing his clothes like needles.

What strong swordsmanship, is this the true power of a level 45 Great Swordsman?

Shami gripped the hoe in his hand tightly, withstood the gust brought by the Sword Qi, and charged towards Cash.

"A mere villager, and you dare to show off in front of a Great Swordsman?!"

Cash raised his Long Sword and shouted, facing Shami head-on without holding back.

Facing him directly was never going to be enough against a Great Swordsman.

Shami’s clothes were almost torn to shreds. Gritting his teeth, he simply tore off his pants at this time.

In the bright sunlight, the maple trees in the forest tumbled down, stirring up thick clouds of dust in the clearing, and Shami jumped out with his two weapons from the dust.

Cash’s fierce gaze was immediately drawn to another weapon Shami suddenly revealed.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

An irresistible animal instinct made him freeze for a second.

This was the moment Shami had been waiting for, he saw the flaw.

"Not good!!!"

Cash snapped back to reality, hurriedly gripping his Long Sword.

But it was too late; Shami was already in front of him, raising the hoe high. A hoe used by villagers for tilling the fields now seemed to be imbued with the aura of Guan Yu’s Cyan Dragon Crescent Blade, falling straight and heavy.

Thud pop!

A sound similar to a watermelon being smashed emerged from his skull.

Shami retrieved his bloodstained hoe, breathing heavily while coldly looking at the now lifeless Cash.

"Staring too much will only end up harming yourself."

[Name: Cash Dillon]

[Occupation: Great Swordsman]

[Level: 45]

[Status: Injured → Deceased]

Shami sighed in relief.

"What an intense battle. I didn’t expect to have to go to such lengths."

As the dust still lingered, Shami took out a set of clothes from the Demon King Ring to change into. Ever since he got into the habit of daily exercise tasks, keeping a set of clothes in the Demon King Ring had become his routine.

Lureya, who had been lying on the ground with her head down and bottom up during the horizontal slash attack, slowly got up and swallowed nervously as she saw the trees around her directly sliced through the trunk.

"That was close, almost became 2×0.5 beautiful girls..."

She stood up, picked up her Soft Sword, and saw Shami not far away, quickly running over.

"Shami! Are you okay?!"

Lureya saw Cash’s body in front of Shami.

"Is he already dead?!"

"Yes." Shami casually dug his ear with his hand, "I thought he’d have something impressive, but he was weak after all."

"Huh? We were clearly getting beaten; what happened exactly? How did you defeat him?!"

Lureya looked at Shami with curiosity and confusion.

Using his own strengths to trap the dead opponent in a temporary biological gene trap was not something he could say outright.

Shami pretended to be profound and said, "Lureya, there’s so much you have yet to learn."

Lureya paused slightly.

"Deducing how I defeated a much stronger opponent from the current situation is also a part of enhancing your skills. Telling you everything would hinder your growth."

"I see!"

Lureya nodded with conviction.

Although she didn’t quite understand, nodding first is always the right move.

In class at the academy, everyone deals with teachers this way.

"But his head is in that state, will the Adventurer’s Guild still accept it when we take it there?"

"They should have some special identification methods."

Shami crouched down and began to scavenge for anything valuable on Cash.

"What are you doing?"

"Looting. Not looting after killing, like not finishing off after killing, is something I despise the most."

"...You handle it then. I won’t touch this disgusting corpse."

Lureya stood still.

"You haven’t experienced enough; just a corpse makes you disgusted? Wait until your necklace falls into the latrine and you have to retrieve it, then you’ll understand true disgust."

"Don’t do that to my necklace, you bastard!!"

The items on Cash Dillon were pitifully few, not fitting for a level 45 Great Swordsman.

Most of the wealth he acquired from various places had been converted into Gold Coins by him.

In the ordinary Spatial Ring on his hand, Shami found 500 Gold Coins and a bunch of Water of Life.

Goodness, do you also want to make Slimes?

Together with the presumably valuable Long Sword in his hand, Shami stored all of these in his Demon King Ring.

"Do you want this?"

He picked up a Scroll and handed it to the Tablet Spirit.

"What is this?"

"A skill Scroll of the Eye of the Duel. The skill that showed the combat victory rate earlier." Shami crouched, looking up at the Tablet Spirit standing behind him: "Do you want it?"

The Tablet Spirit, whose clothes were quite full of holes, with a small belly button exposed and black stockings that had several holes showing patches of white skin, accepted the Scroll with disdain and placed it in her Storage Space.

"These skills that quantify the combatants’ stats to form the victory rate are completely unreliable; the fact that we defeated Cash with a 2% probability is the best proof, isn’t it?"

After confirming there were no other valuable items on Cash, Shami and Lureya started planning how to clean up the aftermath.

Cash and his men could be managed under the name of the Tablet Spirit, having the villagers help clear the scene. But they needed to thoroughly erase any traces of the Slimes’ existence beforehand, not allowing the villagers to find out about the Slimes.

"An Elf Race Adventurer clashing with an Exiled Swordsman, Exiled Swordsman violently dead, villagers cleaning up the aftermath. Sounds graceful, doesn’t it?"

In the end, 23 Slimes survived; apart from the level 32 jelly-like one, there were 22 level 10 ordinary Slimes.

Luckily, Shami found a large enough cave nearby capable of holding the number of Slimes, about the size of a football field.

After commanding the Slimes to leave first, Shami and Lureya started taking action to clean the scene.

At this time, a role almost forgotten by everyone appeared in the clearing.

Theo, who had been lying on the clearing avoiding all skills, slowly got up.

His head was groggy, seeing the collapsed maple trees and sticky liquid, along with some corpses, he understood even less of what happened.

Seeing Shami and Lureya not far away, Theo rubbed the back of his head, smiling awkwardly as he ran over.

"D-did we win... The three of us are amazing..."