The World's Strongest Faker

Memories Before the Fight Part 2

One hour later, Ernest abided on the conditions the boss had set for him. Eight of them are busy killing and fending monsters, hearing the goblins scream in pain, the swords clanging and swishing. He doesn't expect he would get money from this by doing nothing.

"Haaah!!"

With a descending blow, the last monster has fallen. With that, they continue walking in the eerie dark hallway. Only the torch is the source of light.

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of a big door that seemed to lead to another hall. Ernest does the work of opening the giant door. As the hinges creaked dreadfully, a throne hall appeared before their eyes.

As they stepped inside the empty dome hall. The boss muttered a word.

"This is odd, we're supposed to defeat a goblin king but he's not here."

"What should we do boss?"

"We continue, he might show up any second. This happens every time in other rifts."

"Okay."

But that second turned into an instant as Ernest's body warned him about an incoming danger. This intuition is the only thing that kept him alive in this line of business. If this was giving off right now, then it's a problem.

Suddenly, a sound cutting through the air reverberated in the hall, blood splattered everywhere, dying everyone around the boss in red. It happened in an instant! Shocked, surprised, fear erupted among them.

It was the boss, who got his body chopped and head sliced by something they didn't perceive.

They reflexively drew their swords and looked around the hall to find the enemy.

"The boss is dead!"

"SHOW YOURSELVES!"

"s**t, what do we do?!"

"Maintain position and then —"

Blood scattered again, this time four were killed in an instant. They still can't identify the blur passing by them, but the shock and fear they are having turn into panic. They forgot their goal and lost their rationality. Inside everyone's head is to escape from this wicked place.

But Erneststood in the center, afraid to do anything or move an inch. He knew to himself that if he moves, he'll be the next one who will fall to the ground in half. Those who were running towards the exit eventually got their heads chopped.

Only three remain the two who were about ten meters away from the recently killed four, halted. Their eyes trembled in despair. One even soiled in their pants, creating a small puddle. The stench of ammonia probably angered the one who hides in darkness and eventually killed the two. Their body created a thud sound as they fell to the ground.

Erneststood still. Eyes trembling, temple sweating, hands shaking, legs shivering. He couldn't maintain his sword which was shaking from his grasp.

'They were instantly killed! Shit...Am I going to die here along with them? No...if I die here, who would take care of my sister? I don't want to but."

Ernestslowly turned his head, shaking from fear. He knew the risk of even moving his head but if he were to get out alive, he needs to see his enemy first.

A fatal flaw. No, even if he doesn't move, he'll get sliced like the rest eventually.

A wind blows.

Ernest's intuition blared.

He doesn't know what it is but he followed his intuition.

He instinctively swung his swords upward, the blade sparked as it collided with something heavy. The kinetic force created a shockwave that blasted him halfway down the throne hall.

His sword that ultimately saved his neck from getting sliced, shattered like glass producing a jingling sound as it fell to the ground, littering it.

's**t, fighting an enemy who instantly deleted all of my team members...As expected, I should've not raised my swords...No if I did then I would die in that...What are you thinking Ernest? You're going to die either way…you just delayed it momentarily ."

"Oh? You've blocked it? Impressive, I didn't know someone who is as weak as you could've sensed it."

Ernest, who was lying on the ground, raised his head and saw a dark figure shrouded loomed from the dark mist. His appearance is similar to a knight but everything was dark...his armor seems to be dyed black and the hilt of the helmet is gleaming red. The overwhelming force of his voice sent chills down his spine.

'I can't move my body...his voice is so overpowering.'

"Unfortunately! Those who had entered my throne hall without permission shall be exterminated."

'Wait? Aren't we supposed to defeat a goblin king here? Why is this one showing up…'

As the dark figure walked over towards him, he pondered with the time he have left. This occurrence, this phenomenon.

"A visitor?"

A visitor is an unwanted visitor from a high-ranking rift or dungeon, an occurrence that was unlikely to occur in a lower dungeon. 'What the hell? I thought this was going to be easy…'

The time where he was thinking of getting free money just by watching the rest do the hard work, who then utterly failed and are now dead. Ernest's fate with death is sealed.

"Now die!"

Raising the dark sword above his head, it descended. Suddenly, everything went blank.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears.

[Host has been found syncing memories...successful. Needed host permission...initiating host persuasion.]

[Looks like you're in a pinch here. Your survival rate is at zero percent. Want to make it 100% and get out of this alive?]

'Who are you?'

[I'm what you call the providence of Almighty, now grant me permission!]

The system urged.

'System?'

[There's no time to think! you're alive for now because I enhance the processing speed of your brain by working 300 times its speed. need to make a decision or your brain will be turned to juice.]

'Okay, activate.'

[System startup Initiating! Execution...100% Processing enemy ability…confirmed. Initiating countermeasures.]

As the sword descended with a heavy blow, Ernest's figure disappeared.

The black knight's eyes widened from the sudden development. What did he do? Teleportation? No, he doesn't have a smidgen of magical energy in his body.

Wait. The Black Knight found out the answer.

Ernest, the man who was supposed to be in his position with his body sliced in half, stood several meters away from him.

He did not teleport, he merely leaped several meters, beyond the range of Black Knight's attack.

"You…how did you??"

Looking at the human in front of him, his stance, demeanor, and the air around him changed. It was as if it's not the human he had been interacting with earlier.

"It looks like you have become a problem now…I'll end you."

Shattering the ground beneath him, the dark knight stamped forward in subsonic speed. This time he won't miss it. With his dark sword aimed at his throat, Ernest stood, unwavering.

Upon impact, dust billows up from their feet.

The Black Knight jubilated in anticipation of his victory. Yet—a small trepidation occurred in his mind. The moment upon impact, he felt he struck a wall.

As the dust settled, The Black Knight baffled. His blade was stopped by his mere finger and was unscathed?!

"Impossible…Impossible…Impossible!!!" he screamed. "You're concealing your strength this whole time?!"

Ernest ignored his inquiry as he swatted the blade away.

The black knight took a step backward, his legs trembling. He had lost his fighting spirit at this point. There's no entity that could've blocked it and even there is, it would be those higher than him. But he is a human, not a daeva. There's clearly something wrong in this, the question is what.

As he pondered those thoughts, Ernest's eyes gleamed coldly, clad in an overpowering aura around him, the knight was terrified.

Ernest wouldn't even let him prostrate.

Moments later, Ernest sent his arms flying at a super speed, piercing through his body. His fist certainly went through his core.

[Enemy has been eliminated.]

Ernest's consciousness returned.

"Huh? What just happened?"

Migraine.

Sudden dizziness struck his head as he meandered over the hall grounds like a drunk man.

[This is just a glimpse of your power that you will have to work hard for.]

"What power are you talking about?" Ernestasked as he had no idea what just happened. While his consciousness was gradually fading away, the visitor was nowhere to be seen.

He wanted to ask about that but it was no use, his mind went blank and fall down to the ground.