There Is No World For ■■

***Bang!The Saintess was the first to pull the trigger. The brightly shining bullet pierced through the back of an unlucky pig-headed figure, climbing down the cliff beyond the veil of the night.The pig-headed figure, who was descending the cliff precariously, spasmed and then fell.His final scream lingered for a moment before a barrage of gunfire drowned it out.Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!!Without giving the pig-headed figures hanging on the cliff a chance to react, the mercenaries ruthlessly rained bullets down on them.The enemy was taken by surprise, and the terrain was thoroughly in their favor. It was the perfect ambush."Ambush—! It's an ambush—!"The pig-headed figures who noticed the group's presence belatedly reacted in two different ways.Either they squirmed, trying to climb back up, or let go and jumped down.The seasoned mercenaries, led by Captain Kwon, didn’t spare those climbing back up.They steadily reduced the number of pig-headed figures, starting with those in the top row.And there was no need to worry about the ones that jumped. All they did was add more bloodstains to the valley floor.The one-sided massacre continued for quite a while.And by the time the group had emptied their magazines, nearly 30% of the pig-headed figures had fallen."Damn, I guess I won't be eating pyeonyuk¹ for a while."Vice Captain Kim Mansoo mumbled as he reloaded his magazine, cracking a joke to ease the tense atmosphere.The Saintess, who didn’t know what pyeonyuk was, looked sideways at the chuckling mercenaries and then tilted her head on noticing that Yeomyeong was still standing expressionless. Was the joke not that funny?Or perhaps... he does not get what humor is?Given that he always turned serious whenever someone tried to crack a joke, it did seem like a possibility.Yeomyeong's lack of humor strangely reminded the Saintess of her friend back at the Academy...As the Saintess was thinking about this and reloading her rifle, the pig-headed figures suddenly started screaming.Kyaa- aa- ack!As if they had received some signal, the pig-headed figures began to spasm simultaneously and then dug their fingers deeper into the cliff."...Why are they doing that all of a sudden?"Fixing themselves to the cliff in this situation? Did they come to a conclusion that dying by bullets was better than falling to their deaths?While the group was puzzled by their dubious action, Yeomyeong spread his mana surveyed the cliff above with a hardened expression.As expected, he sensed some distorted mana with his sharp senses. There was definitely someone who hadn’t descended yet.And it wasn’t a pig-headed figure, but someone on the level of a cow-headed or horse-headed figure.Why hasn't it come down yet? Could it be...As if to confirm Yeomyeong’s suspicion, a chilling sensation crawled up his skin as the creature suddenly released the distorted mana.It was a sign of a spell, and a rather large-scale one at that, being prepared.Have they been preparing that spell all this while?Yeomyeong turned to warn the group. Or rather, he tried to."Captain! They're about to cast a spell—"However, before he could finish his warning, a twisted voice echoed from the top of the cliff."Jump—! Jump down—!"As the voice intertwined with mana completed the spell, all the pig-headed figures turned to look down at the group.As countless red eyes gleamed eerily, the pig-headed figures let go and leaped off the cliff without a moment's hesitation."Holy shit... What the hell is happening...?"However, contrary to the group's tense expectation that the pig-headed figures were committing some kind of mass suicide, they defied gravity and slowly descended into the valley.Of course, compared to a moment ago, they were descending several times faster. And it would only take them a few seconds to reach the ground.Glaring up at the cliff, Yeomyeong drew his sword."Yeomyeong? Wait...!"Noticing his expression, the Saintess reached out, but Yeomyeong had already leaped forward."It's dangerous, come... back...?"The Saintess who was yelling at Yeomyeong fell silent. Contrary to her worries, Yeomyeong wasn't fighting the pig-headed figures.Instead, he was using the pig-headed figures as footholds, leaping from one to another, all the way up the cliff.He jumped on their shoulders and heads as they descended, and when one resisted, he simply kicked them hard in the stomach, sending it flying into the cliff before propelling himself off it towards another pig-headed figure.After repeating this four or five times, Yeomyeong had already reached the top of the cliff. It was a stunt—no, a divine skill—that was hard to believe even though they had witnessed it with their own eyes.The Saintess stared blankly at Yeomyeong’s back as he disappeared over the cliff, only snapping back to reality once the pig-headed figures landed on the ground."Ugh, seriously. If I had known this would have happened, I would've done some physical training like Dad said."