Chapter 4 – 4. The Second Survival Period of the Other World Summoner

※ Hate Note: Gore

· This is an episode with a rather brutal portrayal in Scene #2.

· Elderly people, pregnant women, or readers who are not good at cruel scenes, please be careful when watching Scene #2.

· There is a summary of #2 in the author’s review, so those who skipped the scene can scroll down to the bottom to see the contents of scene #2 🙂

– One –

The next morning, Monohorn was supplied with equipment.

The only equipment was a single bamboo spear and a shield roughly woven from dead wood and bark that could not be used as firewood.

‘Wow, fuck!’

The serfs, who were in the same household, wore at least tough clothes made of animal skins.

Armor is so expensive that there is no way to pay for it.

That’s why they would have known that the chance of dying would be reduced if they wore even a little bit of tough clothes.

However, Monohon had just returned home and was summoned wearing only a school uniform shirt and school uniform pants.

There was no way a school uniform like that would be tougher than a leather one.

‘It’s fucking absurd, seriously. Real.’

The chances of surviving were small.

Even if they lived, the chances of surviving as free people were small.

The price of his life here is only the right to be promoted to a free citizen.

In modern Korea, the price of life was set at least for the rent of a local apartment.

However, I couldn’t even pay for a meal here.

‘We must get away from the battlefield, unconditionally.’

I felt like I was forcibly stamped on a sham employment contract full of toxic clauses at a restaurant looking for a part-time job for minors.

‘Amy Sibal, at least I won’t die there.’

Monohorn walked in loose columns with the serfs who had not even been trained in the rituals.

‘Would you at least give me some basic training? I don’t have to match the defense formation.’

There was nothing like that.

As it was, they left the territory and marched to the battlefield, Nikpei Fortress.

‘No, what an amazing thing! I’ve become a penis!’

– 2 –

Arrived at the front of Nikpei Mountain.

Behind the fortress, there was a high and steep cliff that was difficult for many soldiers to climb.

To the left and right of the mountain fortress were walls higher than the ridge.

At the front, there was a strong gate with iron plates.

The walls of the mountain were too thick.

Even the upper part of the wall protrudes forward and the lower part recedes and is sloping.

The wall was designed so that soldiers could never climb it with their bare hands.

‘Shut up with this equipment over there?’

The road leading up to the main gate of the fortress was narrow and winding.

The line was too long.

At the fortress, all the serfs were on the verge of death by shooting an arrow or throwing a fist-sized stone.

‘I’ll be glad if it ends with the head being broken, yumbyeong.’

There was no time for mental preparation or personal maintenance.

I couldn’t tell if the commander was incompetent or the pot-bellied baron.

The serfs exhausted from the march were charged without asking or questioning.

“Charge! Charge serfs!”

At the command of the field commander, the soldiers drew spears and knives behind the ranks of the serfs.

A silent protest saying that if you don’t run, you’ll be stabbed,

“Shoot all who do not charge!”

No, it was accompanied by the threat of a will.

There was no way I wouldn’t run.

The Monohorn made a noise that I couldn’t tell if it was a shout or a scream and ran all of a sudden.

“Kyaaaaa!”

He instinctively determined that his chances of survival would be lower if he fell away from the running pack.

Puck.

The head of the serf man in front exploded and his brain was scattered.

‘Fuck.’

Rather than running with his unreliable shield upright, Mono Horn ran with his lean body.

With the hope that the preceding serf would greet him with a bow or a slingshot, or whatever, he clung to the back of the preceding serf and ran.

Puck!

“Aaaaagh!”

A stone flew into the shield of the one in front.

He missed the bamboo spear and rolled backwards.

The mono horn also rolled.

“It hurts, damn it! I fell! Don’t step on it! Turn around and run!”

No one paid any attention to his screams and ran, trampling on the fallen serf like Monohorn.

Some even fell on top of it.

‘Grunt! It’s heavy!’

But Monohorn refused to wake up.

‘If I wake up, I’ll be beaten and killed, or I’ll be boiled in boiling water in front of the castle wall.’

He was buried under the already corpse serfs and looked at the battle with only his eyeballs out.

There wouldn’t be any idiots who would charge the cavalry into the wall, so it seemed like they could survive today even if they just dragged out the time.

“Waaaaagh!”

Shouting something between shouts and screams, the serfs and soldiers charged.

Soldiers place ladders to climb the walls.

The Viscount’s soldiers climb halfway up the ladder.

The soldiers on the mountain push the ladder away with their hooks.

The soldiers who had half-climbed with the ladder fall on top of the soldiers who followed.

Those who have fallen are stabbed to death by spears sharpened by their allies, or die by breaking their necks.

Those who are run over by the ladder and his soldiers also die from their stomachs bursting and their necks broken.

“Oops!”

In one corner, there were people trying to climb with their bare hands, hammers and bolts, without ladders.

He was hit in the head by a stone that fell from a catapult in the castle wall, and his skull collapsed and he died.

“Oooooh!”

There were people who tried to rush through the city gate by pushing a buggy.

They are hit by the boiling oil flowing down from the drain in the wall above the gate, and are fried alive to die.

“Uweeeeek!”

Those who followed rushed to push the truck back.

Soldiers threw torches from the top of the ramparts.

Those who were half-fried and less breathless and those who followed burned alive.

“Ohhhhh!”

Screams and shouts echoed across the canyon in front of the ramparts.

Die.

Dying

Dead.

“Aww!”

Intestines, feces, blood, and brains spurted out.

Bone fragments fluttered.

Tears flowed from Monohorn’s eyes.

The food that had been digested in his mouth was regurgitated.

After vomiting for a long time, nothing but disgust came out.

“Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off!”

In case someone noticed his survival, Monohorn wept silently.

He cried until nightfall.

– 3 –

He survived

Live.

Lived

Live.

Life.

“Monohon kept repeating life.”

Monohorn murmured, resting his mind.

I have to run to die again tomorrow.

His whole body was tingling.

I didn’t want to die.

He got up quietly from the barracks and looked for Hooch.

Monohorn was able to find him quickly.

“Postposition.”

He must have been on guard, keeping an eye out for deserters.

“Monohon. What did you come for?”

Hooch seemed unconcerned, as if he was accustomed to war.

“I have something to tell you, Lord.”

Hooch was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

“I don’t know what you want to say, but I can’t allow you, a mere serf, to speak.”

Mono Horn was silent for a long time, organizing his thoughts.

Then I asked him some questions, and Hooch answered what he knew.

“I see. Then, if I have a plan that will force them to step out of the gate on their own feet, can I meet the lord?”

“… I’ll try to report it to my boss first.”

Huchi nodded with a heavy face and disappeared somewhere.

Monohorn went back to the simple barracks and waited for him.

Soon after, Huchi returned and escorted him to the commander’s barracks.

“I don’t know what plan you have.”

Monohorn listened to Huchi’s words.

“But it is also true that the war has been sluggish for weeks because we couldn’t cross the wall like you said.”

The two hurried on, but no one paid any attention to them.

“If you succeed in attacking the wall with your strategy, you will receive a great reward.”

Huchi, who paused for a moment, spoke cautiously.

“But if you waste soldiers and provisions by talking nonsense, you’ll have to pay with death.”

‘Anyway, they crash and get killed, or they yell bullshit and get killed, it’s the same thing?’

The wise Monohorn barked inwardly.

– 4 –

After standing in front of the commander’s barracks for a while, I managed to enter.

It was because the vassals took time to curry favor with the baron, who was displeased with the serf’s presence at the war council.

The vassals managed to convince the baron that they should at least borrow the wisdom of a stray cat, not a serf, if they could end the sluggish war that had been draining men and resources for weeks.

“Yes, tell the baron who saw the lowly plan concocted by his vulgar brain.”

The haughty, pot-bellied baron thrust his thick chin in and directed Mono Horn with his chin.

‘Oh, you must be a pig if you don’t know this name!’

While coming, Monohon held a courtesy as he had learned from Huchi and spoke his mind.

“Nikpei Fortress is impregnable, but the soldiers and knights are people. The key to my plan is to bypass the walls and target those who will wage war.”

It was the dry season with a dry wind.

There was no sign of rain.

There was no sun or moon.

The air was dry, and the mountain had no moat.

“The food and drinking water they have in the mountains will be limited, unlike us, who can freely supply it from outside!”

If it rained, drinking water could be provided.

But what about food?

Why waste enlisted men and serfs in a war that could be won by merely holding on?

A person can survive for a month without food, but three days without water is the limit.

“During the day, the wind will blow in the direction of the mountain. At this time, the baron and the commanders, grill the meat and eat it out of reach of their attacks!”

The soldiers cook, and the commanders grill the meat.

And the smell goes towards the acid.

“And under cover of night, send a small detached party to bypass the cliffs behind the fort and climb them!”

It is a cliff that firmly protects the rear of the fortress, and it is impossible for a large number of troops to march and climb.

But it is possible for a few nimble people to climb.

“They only need to throw oil bottles that have been lit periodically throughout the night around the fort’s wooden buildings or provisions depots.”

Viscount Tehran’s privates will waste water trying to put out the fire.

“If even the food burns in an acidic place where it is difficult to find water during the dry season, they will never be able to survive, so they will desperately put out the fire.”

If, however, the food was completely burned, there would be no way to survive any longer.

“They will not be on the alert at night, guarding against fiery arrows and Molotov cocktails.”

Before I knew it, the commanders were nodding their heads.

“Due to the lengthy siege, drinking water and food were consumed and not supplied, so obviously, even the commanders must have reduced the rations of water and food. It is because the consumption of troops is so great that there is still hope that the war will end if we hold out a little longer.”

The baron was also listening.

“However, there is no consumption of troops at all by our allies, and their food supply and drinking water are reduced, increasing their hunger and thirst.

Now everyone has a grim expression.

“In addition, if the allies roast and eat meat in front of them and openly enjoy a feast and show the relaxed situation in front of their eyes, will the enemies not come out and exhaust?”

Positive words flowed from their mouths.

“As drinking water and food dwindle, the enemy will find they have no choice but to open the gates and fight their way out in a short fight.”

For the enemy, that would be their only option.

“They will never be out of the city gates for more than ten days!”

If acidity is the problem, attack people, not acidity!

Monohorn came up with a plan based on this change of idea.

“Excellent! You read Baron Bourne’s thoughts accurately!”

‘No, this fucking pig?!’

“Baron Vaughn was thinking the same thing! Get the knights and agile soldiers from Sir Al immediately and climb the cliffs behind the fortress! Let’s start the firework tomorrow!”

The baron openly stole Monohorn’s plan.

“You bastard, get out of here!”

And the baron expelled Monohorn.

This proved that the promise to recruit him as a vassal if he made a meritorious service was an empty word.

Perhaps, if the plan succeeds, the baron’s own credit will return, and if it fails, it will return to Monohorn’s section.

But even though Mono Horn expected that fact, for now she let out a sigh of relief.

He was extremely satisfied with not having to do that crazy kick-ass again tomorrow.

‘I won’t take any rewards from savage bastards! I should go and get a good night’s sleep.’

He returned to the simple barracks, responding appropriately to Huchi, who praised him for being proud.

After thanking Huchi for believing in his words, he lay down on the straw.

As the tension of the traumatic first day of the war eased, he fell into a dying sleep.