[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-online":3,"chapter-black-online-black-online-chapter-179":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Black Online",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1462772,1913,"Chapter 179: Throat-Killing Whiskey","black-online-chapter-179",179,"\u003Cp>Silence~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basement turned dead quiet as everyone looked at the floor above them and listened to the creaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak~ Creak~ Creak~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the basement, a dark-cloaked man sat down on a stool and tapped his finger against the counter with his index finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a big man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broad shoulders—which pushed the cloak’s sleeves to the breaking point—led down to strong hands that ended in long fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his back, there was a crossbow. It was a very nice-looking one with intricate carvings and shiny silver bolts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does no one work here? I want a drink!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was greeted by nothing but silence and the echo of his own voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the basement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machary was frowning as he was thinking about something, and then with a voice that was barely above a whisper, he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t Kerr Gehram a Ranger?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes, and so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is considered the strongest Ranger in the world. Rangers have an amazing ability to detect presences nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And with so many here... He, without a doubt, knows that we are here and is just playing around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machary said with a dark look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are so many of us here. Let’s just jump the asshole!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the players there whisper-shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged gazes, and since most of them were level 2 and level 3, they believed that they might have a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since he has come here, it doesn’t look like Kerr is that concerned about our number advantage. Rangers are especially good at fighting against big groups.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It plummeted the mood of the players down, and they wondered whether there was anything they could do except lie down and die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll go talk with him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked at him in shock, and even Machary tried pulling him back down—thinking that he was being idiotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you nuts, Raon? He’ll kill you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He will kill us either way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon wryly smiled, then he stepped up the stairs and stepped out of the basement with a smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he saw the big man sitting by the bar counter, and he looked over with a normal gaze in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t look overly malicious or threatening, just curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like he had actually come here just for a drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What shall I get you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon entered the bar and looked at all the selections of alcohol—he was pretending to be the bartender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You the owner? I heard the owner is old.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am not. The owner is busy. So, what may I get you? There is some... Brain-Shaking Rum, Gut-Punch Bourbon, and Spine-Tingling Tequila.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon said as he looked across the different selections of drinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You got some Throat-Killing Whiskey?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he drank Throat-Killing Whiskey, he felt like he wanted to scratch his throat to get rid of the itch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rather strange feeling, but it also tasted really good, so it was one of Kerr’s favorite drinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We do. You want that with ice?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon then poured some Throat-Killing Whiskey in a glass, dropped a couple of ice cubes, and handed it to Kerr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr put the glass to his lips and took just a small sip, but that was enough to send a fiery burn down his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh... That’s good stuff!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then put the glass down and started scratching his throat. At the same time, he was constantly clearing his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Argh... Argh... Without this after-feeling, Throat-Killing Whiskey would truly be the best drink there ever was, but all of these drinks have their downsides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drinking Brain-Shaking Rum makes your brain shake. It makes everything go dizzy and blurry. It’s insanely annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gut-Punch Bourbon feels like you were punched into the gut, and you usually end up vomiting the drink all back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spine-Tingling Tequila just makes your back itch. It’s irritating as hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was some sick joke made by the game’s developers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do enjoy some Cold-Killing Whiskey, but it makes you heat up from inside, so I wouldn’t suggest drinking it in warm weather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon said with a wry smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Advice accepted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr raised his cup and put it back to his lips to take a couple more sips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way, do you mind maybe sparing everybody in the basement? You don’t need to kill them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr put the glass down, then he scratched his throat again and looked at him with a smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are a lot of players there. A lot of money. I rarely take anyone’s stuff anymore, as I already have really good equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I usually kill players just for their items so I can sell them. I’m not doing that to increase my percentage anymore. I would need to fight level 5 or above players to even increase it anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’re level 6?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at the peak of High Ranker, and if he leveled up, he would enter Divine Rankers there were only a couple of them in the entire tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if every player resigns their items to you, and you’ll spare them then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t trust them to give their best stuff. Players are very greedy. Even if there is a chance that they might die, they will still try to hide their stuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, I’ll just usually kill them so there is zero chance that I can get fooled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then finished the drink and slowly stood up—he was slightly tipsy after just one drink because these drinks were very strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll fight you then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon said, and he then equipped King’s Armor, King’s Shortsword, and King’s Shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made him look like some kind of heroic knight—the armor had a color scheme of silver and light yellow—the shield was decorated with a regal lion symbol, and the shortsword gleamed menacingly in the dim light of the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t do that. You made me a drink. I’ll spare you, even though it looks like you’re donning some valuable stuff. You can leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr nonchalantly waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Fang Raon jumped over the counter and swung his sword at him, and Kerr bent backwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword nearly grazed Kerr’s throat but missed, and Kerr bent backward so much that his brown hair grazed the floorboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What an aggressive fellow you are...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr straightened back up, pulled out a knife from his waist belt, and threw it straight at Fang Raon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It’s going to hit the armor’s chestplate.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t do anything, and let the knife hit the chestplate—he thought it wouldn’t do anything—but he suddenly got sent flying backwards into a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall was dented with many cracks on it, and Fang Raon struggled to stand up, feeling the numbness in his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the hell is that strength? How could his knife throw be so... strong? It makes zero sense. I don’t understand.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon thought with a frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the basement door slammed open, and another young man appeared—he was wielding a katana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slayer Slash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machary swung his beloved katana at Kerr, and he effortlessly dodged it—just watching as the blade went past his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Raon, you alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machary asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon grabbed his shortsword harder and pointed it at Kerr, who looked between the two young men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re the members of Rose Records. Attacking us is the same as attacking Rose Records. I’d urge you to think carefully about your next move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machary said with a frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why the hell should I give a single fuck about who you’re with? I am part of Dead Redemption, and we fear no one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr shouted, and he pulled out two knives from his belt and swung them at both young men—quickly overwhelming them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Shortsword and Katana got pushed back by those ordinary-looking knives—it was like their weapons were actually fake ones!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Those knives are definitely ordinary, but because of Kerr’s overwhelming strength and skill, he can overwhelm with just ordinary weapons!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon thought with an ugly expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then exchanged a gaze with Machary, and as if they were able to hear each other’s thoughts, they moved simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like against White Tiger King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They worked together, and Machary attacked from high, and Fang Raon attacked from low—trying to make it so that there were too many angles for Kerr to defend against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr twirled his knives and stopped their attack with apparent ease—the knives stopped the swinging swords—they tried pushing their swords through the knife, but failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr swung his knives and sent both young men flying backward—they flew until their bodies crashed against the stone wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This will be a good lesson to you, and I hope you remember it when you start back from the bottom. Your own survival is what matters in the tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In Dead Redemption... We share that same sentiment... None of us are willing to risk our own lives to save one another.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gugh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon wiped the blood off his lips and slowly stood back up—his sword-wielding hand was still steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fang Raon, I will attack from the back. You take the front!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machary shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t done fighting just yet and was going to fight till his last breath—but he also realized that if he died here, he would most likely never touch Black Online again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way he would be able to get another Game Card—his father would never allow him to get another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Raon shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Fang... Raon...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kerr muttered the name with a frown on his face, and then he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you related to Fang Raizen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1648,"2026-06-06T02:35:08.438Z",1,"novelbin.me","4cd8ea661e8aa773ee7b7e0d645041755dad5c7479be2dbb54a50cc10cbd55a9","black-online-chapter-180","black-online-chapter-178",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-online-cover.jpg"]