Popular NPC in a Gender-Reversed Game-Chapter 100: Gesture
“C-Commander!”
“This can’t be...!”
When I pierced the commander’s side, a small wave of satisfaction and exhilaration surged through me.
On top of that, I could hear the panicked voices of the knights who had been observing the battle directly.
As I drew back my spear, a grin crept across my face.
‘Got him.’
With this, victory was firmly within my grasp.
Though the wound was on his side, his sword had broken, and the injury was deep.
It was clear he wouldn’t be able to fight properly anymore.
Of course, that didn’t mean he was entirely out of the fight.
Thud!
As I retrieved my spear, he kicked me, forcing me back.
He then immediately turned to his knights and grabbed another sword.
“...So, I’ve taken one hit,” he muttered.
It seemed he intended to continue fighting.
Well, it would indeed be strange for someone of his rank to give up just because of a hole in his side.
Given all he’d invested in this battle, he was bound to fight desperately to the end.
Naturally, I had no intention of retreating either.
After so many grueling efforts, victory was now within my reach.
The once-daunting knights no longer seemed as formidable.
I readied myself to charge again.
Victory was just one step away.
[WTF, he just split the sword in half!]
[No, seriously, both of them are insane;]
[Can we slow it down a bit? I’m getting old and can’t follow this.]
[Grandma, go back to work.]
[Wow, abs... Oppa, I love you!]
[Jeez, but this is kind of brutal.]
Clang! Crunch!
The battle raged on. Blades clashed, and occasionally, blood sprayed as weapons grazed flesh.
The scene was mesmerizing to the gathered Otherworlders.
After all, the knights had formed a circle like an arena, making it impossible not to notice the fight.
Some streamers even stopped fighting entirely, focusing instead on recording the spectacle.
[Look at those viewer counts, jeez.]
[YouTubers smiling ear to ear, farming views, lol.]
[But why are the knights just watching? Their commander’s about to die;]
[Can you imagine stepping in there?]
[Anyone without knighthood who joins this fight will lose their “manhood.”]
[Both of them have their “manhood” anyway.]
[This dogfight is wild;]
[What a savage dogfight, seriously.]
The fight was gripping.
Though it was a clash of powerful warriors, it was not elegant—it was raw and savage.
The brutality came primarily from Yor.
The knight commander used defensive swordsmanship, trying to retreat, but Yor clung to him relentlessly, refusing to let him escape.
At one point, the gap between them grew so narrow that Yor switched from his spear to a dagger for close combat.
Slash! Slice!
Though they traded blows, Yor sustained more injuries.
Blood trickled down his body, staining his tattered clothing, which was now barely functional as an outfit.
Each time his attire was reduced further, the chat erupted with enthusiasm.
[Whoa, whoa!]
[YouTubers worrying about demonetization, lol.]
[Forget demonetization; worry about getting banned.]
[If his body weren’t covered in blood, this would be so hot.]
[He’s like a berserker, damn.]
[Yeah, doesn’t even flinch, lol.]
Even though Yor took more injuries, it was the knight commander who was losing ground.
Yor’s relentless aggression left little room for proper swordplay, and the commander accumulated injuries.
The unpredictability of Yor’s blood attacks only made things worse.
By extending the length of his blood blade at will, he made it nearly impossible for the commander to counter effectively.
Unlike Yor, who managed to avoid critical hits, the knight commander was sustaining injuries that restricted his movements.
Wounds on his thigh, his arm, and his side—all were severe enough to hinder him.
It was becoming evident, even to the spectators, where the tide of battle was turning.
The Otherworlders on Chaerin’s side began to brighten with hope, while the knights grew visibly grim.
They all silently awaited the impending conclusion.
“Ugh...!”
The commander’s movements slowed as his injuries took their toll.
Yor’s relentless assault left him no room to strategize.
‘...What is this?’
Though he was technically superior, his opponent’s relentless pace and unconventional tactics left him on the defensive.
Yor wasn’t giving him a chance to counter. He fought like a beast, dragging the battle into a brawl.
Even when he was wounded, he seemed determined to drag his opponent into the mud with him.
This was unlike any fighting style the commander had ever encountered.
Most warriors instinctively avoided harm, even veteran soldiers with years of experience.
But Yor?
His combat style was closer to that of a wild animal.
‘Brutal. Relentless.’
And incredibly dangerous.
One moment of carelessness, and the commander felt he’d lose his head.
Yet, despite all this, he could tell Yor had no intention of killing him.
Every attack was aimed at his limbs, never his vital organs.
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Even when Yor had the opportunity, his strikes never targeted the commander’s core.
It was as if Yor’s goal wasn’t to kill—but to subdue.
‘...What is he?’
The commander couldn’t understand.
Why would so many Otherworlders side with him, risking so much to support this “demon spawn”?
What kind of person fights like this yet spares lives?
These questions swirled in his mind.
He had been taught since childhood that Manifested were irredeemably evil—demon seeds beyond salvation.
This belief had been instilled in the Empire through systematic propaganda, designed to ensure no one sympathized with the Manifested.
And yet, here was Yor, defying all those teachings.
Clang!
The battle reached its climax when Yor disarmed the commander.
This time, the commander couldn’t retreat. His body, unlike Yor’s regenerative one, was battered and broken.
Shing—
The chilling sensation of a blade pressed against his neck froze him in place.
Yet, the blade didn’t go further.
The commander furrowed his brow and asked,
“...Why stop?”
“I told you—I want to talk,” Yor replied.
At that moment, the surrounding knights moved to intervene, raising their weapons to save their commander.
“Commander!”
“We’ll rescue you immediately!”
But the commander raised his hand, stopping them.
They froze in their tracks, unsure but obedient.
He sighed deeply and turned back to Yor.
“...What do you want?”
“Finally, someone willing to listen,” Yor said with a smirk, his bloodstained face adding a sinister edge to his expression.
He continued, his blade still pressed against the commander’s neck:
“My demand is simple. Leave me alone. Take your knights and go back. Tell your Emperor to rescind the subjugation order.”
The commander clenched his teeth.
“...You might as well kill me.”
He had resigned himself to death the moment he lost.
But Yor’s next words made him pause.
“If I kill you, your knights will all die too.”
It was a chilling statement but a realistic one.
With the commander incapacitated, there was little stopping Yor from finishing off the remaining knights.
The commander glanced around, his neck grazing the blade slightly, causing a small cut.
To his shock, he saw that the knights lying on the ground were all breathing.
Even the severely injured ones were alive, their chests rising and falling faintly.
‘He... spared them?’
Despite the chaos of battle, Yor had deliberately avoided killing.
Knocking them unconscious was far harder than killing them outright, especially for trained knights.
The commander was shaken.
Should he feel relief at Yor’s mercy—or fear at his overwhelming power?
Yor’s voice broke the silence.
“That’s not all. If you don’t rescind the subjugation order and keep sending people after me, I might just lose my mind and become a demon for real.
And if that happens, who knows? Maybe I’ll storm the Empire and start breaking things.”
The commander’s expression hardened.
“Do you think you can stop me? Sure, send your First Knight Commander. See if they can handle it. But the damage? That’ll be on you.”
It was a clear threat, one that couldn’t be ignored.
Yor had already defeated an entire knight order single-handedly.
If he truly became a demon, the consequences would be catastrophic—not just for the knights, but for the Empire itself.
After a long silence, the commander let out a deep sigh.
“...The knights will retreat. I’ll speak to the Emperor myself about rescinding the order.”
He turned to his knights and shouted,
“...Everyone, gather the wounded and fall back!”
“Wooohooo!”
“We did it!”
The announcement was met with cheers from the Otherworlders on Chaerin’s side.
In stark contrast, the knights wore expressions of despair, as if they’d lost not just a battle but their entire purpose.
Yor allowed himself a small grin as he watched the scene.
Turning to the remaining knights, he taunted them with a mocking gesture, forming a circle with one hand and thrusting his other index finger back and forth through it.
“See? You guys should just go live your lives. Enjoy your remaining years or something.”
Clap, clap, clap
The sound of his sarcastic applause followed the knights as they trudged away, carrying their ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) wounded.
The commander clenched his fists, trembling with fury at the mockery.
For a moment, his fist almost flew—but instead, he exhaled deeply and led his knights out of the forest with heavy steps.
“Wooohooo!”
For a long while after, the forest resounded with the victorious cheers of the Otherworlders.
