Are you the Devil of the Labyrinth

"The number gathered on the first day is only this high. '

confirming the report received from the electrolytic cell.

“· · · Ha. Lute, did you really have to say that? ”

In one of the offices built in the training camp, Arance sighs deeply. A man with pale blue hair on his groans scratched his back with a bitter smile.

“I'm sorry. If this gets twisted by me, I'll be responsible. ”

“Responsibility · · ·? ”

Arance's eyes narrow as he sits with his chin bent over the office desk. Then he laughed at Lute's words and asked.

“How are you going to take responsibility? Again, this was very important. ”

“I'll spend my whole life here. ”

“· · · This son of a bitch. Haaah."

Arance decides to give up rebuke no more. The one in front of me was like this in the first place. I was quick to give up knowing that. It was Arans who trained him as a child soldier and as an expedition.

It's an amusing joke.

The ridge before my eyes has already decided to give everything. It's not a contract that's bound up as magic or a curse. The will shown that day will not change easily in many years.

If it was that kind of guy, there was no reason for Arans to get close to Lute.

“It's a week.”

Arans speaks in a low voice.

“The training camp opens in a week. I don't know how many will be gathered at that time, but I hope the garden will gather as much as I thought. When you think of those who will go out in the middle, you like a lot at first. ”

Bringing players to the training camp this afternoon was simply to let them know. The rumors were real, and to show that everything for you was already in place.

It was stupid to push players into the maze without education. I don't know how much they'll learn here, but it's better than nothing.

A maze is a routine place for a party to be exterminated for failing to cope with minor matters. Even if you learn basic common sense, your survival rate rises enormously.

And in fact, it was the best way to get players to join their forces. But also.

‘It's crowded. ’

Lute's story, which he didn't have to say, had its enemies piled up among the players.

In the meantime, however, the players are only buying themselves. Lute wouldn't have to say that, but someday he would have revealed his enemy.

‘So how long can we keep them under control? ’

The number of players will continue to grow.

If more than half of the players die in this round, the players summoned in the second round will be counted, and then three times, four times, five times.

So the numbers will continue to pile up and come to a hard point to manage. Distributing players to other dungeons may be one way, but this is the starting city.

Then the meaning of this city will be lost.

Then the answer was one.

“It creates a force favorable to us and confronts an adversary. ”

The player takes control of the player. For now, it was the ideal future. If only we could turn an adversary into a simple force without distinct ideas and definitions.

But it won't be easy. Arans also knows very well. But I had to do it. If we can only succeed, the gain becomes immense and incalculable. So we do it.

‘My head hurts. ’

I don't like to make plans thinking about what's going to happen in the future. That is the work of fairies. But that doesn't make you stupid.

Arans.

One of Irias' Royal Nights.

I mean, I couldn't be stupid.

*

"That's ridiculous. ’

Yoohyun burst into laughter as he recalled the atmosphere of the inn. I think Lute stabbed the part where he shouldn't.

Son of a bitch. Why did we come here?

They're making fun of us. And you're just gonna stay like this?

The atmosphere is the worst.

Lute's story was spreading faster than the expedition recruitment.

When Yoohyun's group visited the training camp and returned to the inn, the players were already talking Lute with angry faces.

I would rather have been told what Lute said.

Rumors spread and spoil.

To the bad side rather than to the good.

It was also natural as long as the malice was contained.

Thanks to this, the majority of players were insulting Lute without even knowing Lute's face. Even though he didn't say that, there were all kinds of spoiled stories floating around.

Half a day, what the hell happened in between? Yoohyun, who was listening to the story, became curious.

Yoohyun looks out the window as he covers the book he was reading. Late night hours. The noises that had just been loud were frequent and locked into silence. Angry people also had to sleep.

Now let's put out the fire and get some sleep.

I thought it was time to put the book on the table next to me.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on my visit. Exactly twice lightly. Yoohyun confirmed that he was sleeping in the bed right next to him. I don't think Kogo woke up when he saw the sound.

‘Who.’

However, if someone comes into the room, they may wake up. Yoohyun stood up lightly, thinking about who he was at this time. What Yoohyun wore was one of the clothes worn mainly by the inhabitants of the world.

It wasn't Yoohyun's clothes. Lee Seo-yeon bought it somewhere. When she looked timid, she quickly became acquainted with the inhabitants of the streets in an extraordinarily unexpected way. Clothes were also taken from the residents of the clothing store.

When I got the clothes from her, I was worried that they might have been changed, but when I heard the price, that worry also disappeared. I still don't know the price of this world, but I brought it well at a cheap price.

Quietly open the door. Then it was Song Ga-yeon who was waiting for Yoohyun.

Yoohyun asked without a look of surprise despite the unexpected guest's visit.

“What's going on? ”

Song Ga-yeon answered Yoohyun's question with a bitter smile.

“Would you like to take a walk? ”

“Take a walk at this time · · ·? ”

A walk at this late hour. Yoohyun looks beyond the glass window over the lamp that has not been turned off and nods helplessly as he touches the back of his head.

I only see gummy nights. But if you see me at this time, you must be worried.

*

Night streets are pathetic. No, they're empty. There wasn't something to enjoy at night yet. Even if I was looking for something, I had to find it outside of the player's resting place.

At least there are bars and red-lights that run late.

Yoohyun and Song Gyeong walked down the dark streets, looking behind the cold, sunken night air.

“· · · The story spread faster than I thought. ”

Song Ga-yeon sighed beside him and said.

It wasn't so hard to notice what she was talking about.

It was about Lute.

In a way, it could have been her who provoked Lute. But if she hadn't said it then, someone would have said it.

But she even had a march to call Yoohyun in such a late hour, whether the story was disturbing all day long today. Yoohyun squeezes her head.

“Ahhh · · ·. ”

“Never mind. If anything really happens because of this riot, it's never your fault. The fairies are just bad guys. ”

“· · · I've never cared about him, no, no, no, no, no, stop. ”

I stare at Yoohyun with thin eyes. But Yoohyun squeezed her head every time. I kept screaming a few times, but there was no one here to help her now. There was only Yoohyun and Song Gyeong in the cold streets.

“Ha, surrender · ·. ”

“You should.”

Song Ga-yeon realized that he couldn't beat Yoohyun, and somehow gave up rebellion and released his power. Yoohyun also took his hands off her head. Maybe she's using another shampoo. Something smells good on your fingertips.

“Haah.”

Song Gyeong-yeon sighed as he cleared out his blurred hair because of Yoohyun.

“Actually, I care a lot. All I said to Lute was that I was just angry, and it seemed like it was giving people more stimulus than they thought. It's too hot to react, so no matter how worried I am, ”

Song Ga-yeon takes his heart out. Yoohyun silently listened.

The only night streets were still quiet. Because of that, her calm voice seemed to be sitting deep in the lake.

Yoohyun listened to her as she continued to walk through the night. She usually doesn't take out her emotions well, so this time was worth it.

As she continued to walk in front of her, she paused and looked back and asked.

“This day · · ·. It'll sink in time, won't it? ”

Yoohyun shakes his head without worrying about the question.