Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The warhammer spun at a terrifying speed, hurtling towards Crucian and smashing into his head.

Each time it connected, Abel activated the summoning function, and the hammer came rushing back, landing perfectly in his hand. It felt like he was wielding a real Mjolnir.

"It kills the taste," Abel murmured.

"I love him too," Shuguri interjected.

"That's right. It's fortunate that you're dumber than I thought," Abel replied with a smirk.

Crucian was a monster with tremendous physical abilities and a massive body.

Once that beast began rampaging, it could easily lay waste to an entire area.

However, with his carp-like head, Crucian's intelligence was notably low. Abel noted this as he watched the creature charge repeatedly, attempting the same straightforward attack without strategy.

"Isn't this a situation where you need to find another way rather than attacking me head-on?" Abel thought to himself.

But Crucian continued charging in the same manner, and Abel knew it was just a matter of time.

"This is how it happens," Abel muttered.

Kwajik-!

With one final, powerful blow, Hector the Punisher crushed the creature's skull.

No matter how strong a creature is, if it keeps getting hit in the same spot, it will eventually break.

"Boooooo―. Boooooo―. Shiiin...."

Crucian opened his mouth, letting out a guttural sound before he finally stopped moving. The crazy carp-like creature was dead. But Abel felt as if Crucian had muttered something unsettling with his last breath.

"You died cursing at me, didn't you?"

"No, I said 'Bungsin.' It's a message to find the god of carp," Shuguri piped up.

"No, he swore at you," Peltron added, casting doubt on Shuguri's interpretation.

Abel decided Peltron's version was the more likely one. "If that's the case, you'll always get smacked, you idiot."

Thwack!

"Argh!"

Peltron yelped as Abel knocked him on the forehead with the club, then turned back to examine Crucian's body.

Even though Crucian had just died, his body still seemed almost alive, his eyes wide open — fish have no eyelids, after all.

"Oh my! It stinks," Abel said, recoiling at the terrible stench coming from Crucian's body. It was the smell of a rotting corpse, and Abel grimaced, feeling like he might throw up.

"But I have to do what I have to do," he sighed, grabbing Shuguri and Peltron tightly.

"Hey, what are you doing all of a sudden?" Shuguri protested.

The two struggled, but they couldn't overcome Abel's grip. Without hesitation, he tossed them onto Crucian's corpse.

"Now, find out everything about this body."

"No way, why do we have to?" Peltron grumbled.

"Yes! No matter how much we are your subordinates, isn't this too much?" Shuguri added.

These two, who bickered about seniority whenever possible, seemed to unite whenever faced with an unpleasant task.

Nevertheless, they couldn't disobey Abel's orders. Hector the Punisher, an extremely powerful war weapon granted by the Emperor, was always ready in Abel's hand.

Reluctantly, Shuguri and Peltron began investigating Crucian's body while Abel scouted the surrounding area.

Count Caldwell had warned him that Crucians tended to swarm, meaning there could be many more like this one nearby.

Each one had a fighting power far beyond that of an ogre. Just imagining them coming in droves made his skin crawl.

He wondered if he could take on about fifteen of them, though it would require all his strength, as when he'd faced the Growler.

Fortunately, no new Crucians appeared, and Shuguri and Peltron eventually finished examining the monster.

"I found something interesting!" Shuguri announced.

"What is it?" Abel asked.

"This guy... he's a real carp."

"Huh?" Abel blinked in confusion.

"The creature is just a carp that mutated."

"No way! Look at its size and the fact that it has four legs!"

"It's as if someone glued parts together. Ever heard of a chimera?" Shuguri explained.

At that, the pieces clicked for Abel. This monster he had dubbed "Crucian" wasn't naturally occurring. Even Count Caldwell hadn't known what to call it, resorting to the vague label of "carp."

"If it's a chimera, that explains the putrid smell," Abel reasoned.

"Exactly. The body was forcibly fused with black magic," Shuguri replied.

"So, all I need to do is find whoever made this abomination and punish them?"

"Maybe. But there's more good news," Shuguri added.

"Oh? Really? Let's hear it."

"You see, the creature is only hard around its head; everywhere else, it's just like any ordinary fish."

Abel stared blankly at Shuguri. "So what have I been doing all this time? Are you telling me I was just hitting the hardest part the entire time?"

"Yep. You were ignorant," Shuguri finished bluntly.

Whack!

Shuguri paid the price, sent flying by Hector the Punisher. Peltron, watching Shuguri soar like a shooting star, gave Abel a thumbs-up.

"Nice shot, Chairman!" Peltron cheered, as though his worldly skills had improved a bit.

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Abel found himself standing at the center of a pit, peering into a large hole.

After dealing with Crucian, he had skipped reporting to Count Caldwell, knowing that the remaining troops wouldn't be of much help.

Moreover, the unknown dark magician controlling these monsters remained unaware of Abel's presence.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

'What better opportunity could there be for a raid?' Abel thought. Striking when the enemy was unprepared was often the most effective tactic.

Without hesitation, Abel leaped into the hole.

Splash!

Contrary to his expectations, he landed in something thick and black, resembling a swamp. Although it reached only up to his ankles, it seemed to block any further descent. How had Crucian managed to pass through?

'Well, I'll just have to do the same,' he thought, contemplating using Crucian's body to make it across.

"But how do I move this massive thing?" Abel pondered. With his beast heart, his strength was considerable, but moving an eight-ton monster was still a tall order. So, he decided to use his head.

Crunch!

He embedded Hector the Punisher in Crucian's gills. Then, standing near the hole, he activated the summoning function.

"Come."

Kugugugugu!

Crucian's corpse was dragged toward Abel with impressive force. Abel felt a moment of satisfaction until he realized just how fast the massive body was moving.

Dodging aside, he yanked Hector the Punisher free just in time, and the corpse slid to a stop right where he needed it.

"Phew! That was close."

"What a pity," Peltron mumbled, feigning disappointment.

"What did you say?" Abel narrowed his eyes.

"I meant it didn't land exactly."

Peltron quickly backpedaled, but Abel sensed a hint of disappointment at the lack of disaster. It sounded oddly plausible, though, so Abel let it go.

"It's still a bit lacking. But it'll do," Abel said, giving the body one last push with his foot.

The corpse tipped into the black puddle, and something remarkable happened. Crucian's body began to sink, disappearing into the darkness like water soaking into a sponge.

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

"Hey!"

As Crucian's body vanished, Abel quickly climbed on, preparing to follow it through the black substance. At that moment, he felt a weight on his right shoulder. Looking over, he saw Shuguri clinging to him.

"When did you get back?"

"Didn't you know? I'm a flying squirrel," Shuguri replied smugly.

Abel rolled his eyes, questioning whether actual sugar gliders traveled hundreds of meters. "Aren't they usually just hopping from tree to tree?"

But then, Shuguri wasn't an ordinary sugar glider — he was half-demon. So, this guy's abilities defied normal expectations.

At that moment, Peltron chimed in with a warning. "If we don't hurry, the whole corpse will sink without us!"

"You're right," Abel responded, climbing onto Crucian's back. The slimy scales and stench were nauseating, but if he wanted to enter the warlock's lair, he'd have to endure it.

A moment later, he began his descent into the dark and hollow depths below. Given the hideout of dark warlocks and monsters, Abel wasn't expecting pristine conditions.

As the corpse descended through the dark sludge, Abel felt an eerie shift, as though the black ooze itself had a pulse, subtly pushing and pulling around him. It wasn't long before he, Shuguri, and Peltron were engulfed in total darkness, the faint sounds of their breathing and the shifting sludge the only things breaking the silence.

"Cha-ha-ha!"

Abel laughed with exhilaration.

Boom! Crunch!

He jumped down from the corpse of the Shuguri and moved toward the common wall, quickly turning his attention to Hector Punisher.

Quagagagagak!

The Warhammer in his hand looked far different from an ordinary hammer.

Although it had some flat parts, the head was small, and the opposite end was pointed like a pickaxe. In addition, a blade was affixed to the top, giving it a versatile edge.

Hector Punisher was similar in design but smaller, allowing it to be used like an ice axe—a tool Abel often relied on, particularly as a grappling hook for scaling ice walls.

"Whew!"

As Abel's falling body finally stabilized, he let out a sigh of relief. Even with his supernatural physical abilities, he didn't relish the idea of plummeting hundreds of meters.

After all, he couldn't always gauge precisely where the ground lay beneath him. A fall from that height would have shattered his legs.