Desire
00087 Devello
“You're a mindless meddler. ”
Raw Snow's scent tingles as I lower my arms. I can't even see my back anymore. She glances at him as if she were chasing after his back, turning her head and looking at him. Hasen, standing beside her, frowns and crosses his arms.
“What would have happened if I hadn't intervened? ”
When asked, the smell of Raw Snow burst into a cynical smile. It was a dry, cracked smile. The black snow scent that was grinning for a moment stared at Hasen's face. Hassen takes a low breath.
“How do I know that? ”
Hasen sighs in an annoying voice.
“The first few I admit you were ahead of that maniac. But I don't know if it went all the way to the end. If that son of a bitch shouted proudly," Whatever it is, it might have cut you in half. "Maybe it's just a good name, and it's not that great, so you can't turn it upside down. Yeah, after all, it's all assumptions and assumptions. It didn't happen! ”
Hasen, who was spitting out, raised his arms. He pointed to a completely ruined forest.
“But whatever it is, if you two had fought properly, this place would have been completely destroyed. After all, this place was built! Have you already forgotten that? ”
Hasen, who was shouting, flinches and looks back at the pain. Ajin is a player, and conversations between Hassen and Raw Snow are information that has not yet been disclosed to the player. No, it is information that will never be disclosed to players. Even if Ajin is a proxy candidate, he is not a proxy yet. Recognizing the importance of Hassen, he smiled and said with a black snow scent.
“You don't have to watch your mouth, he knows everything. ”
“... what? ”
Hasen looks at the black snow scent with a surprised look on his face. In his gaze, Raw Snow shrugged his shoulders with a dull face.
“Proxy, transcendent, god. I know all about him. Of course I know this world, and I know what you and I are. ”
“You crazy bitch! ”
“Watch your mouth, old man. Acacia, the transcendent, accepted it. What the fuck is wrong with you? ”
The black snow sighs, and Hassen sighs heavily, his forehead resting on his forehead.
“... just leaving. I'm really just leaving. I knew it was an unfair and unjust game, but I never thought I'd open it up...! ”
“Isn't that obvious from the start? It's not a small item. Winning makes you an absolute god. It's obvious that the Transcensor has turned on the light and committed the dishonor, and we, who are obsessed with immortality, are running around trying to take it off. ”
“The reason you're making such a fuss is not to remove immortality. To humiliate the Sword Madman and kill Gladiolus! ”
“Isn't that the same for you? ”
The scent of Raw Snow fades, and Hassen shuts his mouth. After all, this game is a competition of transcendents, and a competition of hiddenpieces. At the same time, Hiddenpiece wants to humiliate himself and take revenge on Gladiolus who tied him to this world.
“They all want the same thing. ”
The black snow scent wears off. Hasen grits again. He scratches his gray hair in a loud voice.
“.. what you did was not right. ”
“Nothing happened, right? It's not like the room is torn apart. ”
“Grown-ups get into snot-nosed fights! ”
Seeing the shrugging smell of raw snow, Hasen shouted.
“Do you think you're doing the right thing? Interfere in a match between players, making a fuss all by yourself! He's as senseless as he is incapable of feeling a single concert.
“I'm Mine. ”
The black snowflake smiles coldly as you cut Harsen's scream.
“Why should I refrain from overheating? Murder, anger, hatred... All those emotions make me boil and become strong. I learned that power, and that's who I am now. Why do you have to refrain from feeling useless? ”
The scent of Raw Snow spread its hands wide.
“If you want to kill me, kill me. If you're annoyed, you can get angry, you can cry if you want, and you can't remember the last time you were human that you had a body that wasn't old or dead for 20 years? I'm sorry, I don't. I don't want to lose my humanity. ”
In response, Hasen kept his mouth shut. In short, he wants to do it because he wants to do it, but what does Hasen have to say about it to make him understand? After all, he and Ravencaw are different people, and they think differently, but they cannot fully understand each other. Hassen clenches his tongue.
“And the kid you raised got beaten up by another guy, and you can't just sit there. ”
I said as if I pressed on the scent of Raw Snow. In response, Hasen stares at the black snow scent with a slightly dazed face. In his gaze, Raw Snow slightly blushed her face and turned around.
“So don't talk nonsense, but you take good care of your baby. So you don't get beaten up. ”
“.. you're dangerous. ”
Hasen mutters as he hardens his dazzled expression. He glances at the Black Snow scent with a cooler face.
“It's dangerous, Blood Witch. You went too... deep. ”
“... what? ”
In response, the scent of Raw Snow turned its head. Her face, which had just been flushed red with shame, returned to her usual look, as if when.
“I was too immersed. So am I. No matter how much disciple you raise, you end up as a player. A player who survives even if he dies. That's what I said before. Even if you killed that psycho's apprentice, he wouldn't be too shaken up. Why? Because I understand. ”
Hassen shakes his head, vomiting heavily.
“If my head bursts in front of me, I'm not really dead. But... not you. Even if you know you're a player, you're angry. Simply put, be true to your feelings. Angry that mine got invaded... No, that's not all. You can't just...”
“I told you not to say anything useless. ”
Along with an annoying spit, Hassen's livelihood is covered. Hassen frowns at the flesh as if it were wrapped around his whole body. Of course, this kill cannot actually crush and crush flesh like his superpower, Fresh. However, for a normal human being, the heart will stop just by touching such a dense kill.
“.. may I say it's an admission? ”
However, it is the case of ordinary people everywhere. Hasen is no ordinary man. He takes a step back from the Raw Snow murders. He shrugs and rises to his bed.
“I don't want you to go crazy, Blood Witch. Maybe he's already crazy. ”
The last thing Hassen said was, he turned without a doubt. The scent of Raw Snow clenches her fist as she looks at her brows and distant back. I felt bad, and I thought about hitting him. Of course, the smell of raw snow did not actually make it. She clenches her fist and turns.
“You're a good seller, aren't you? ”
The scent of Raw Snow dies seeing half the pain in Persian hands. It was a voice filled with annoyance. Percik reads the explicit atmosphere from her and carefully sets the pain to the ground.
“Don't be so hard on me, Racunda. I worked my ass off. ”
Persian grumbles as he looks at the black snow scent. What she said was true. During the fight between dandruff and black snow, the Persian guard was like a mad whirlwind and devastating plague. It was because I believed in Persic that I confronted him with the Black Snow scent.
“Thank you.”
The scent of Raw Snow is small, looking at Persian. At that, Persian blinks in surprise. After a long, silent sigh of Raw Snow, Persian smiles and wakes up.
“.. I didn't do anything great to be grateful to you. So... do you want me to step aside? ”
“I'd appreciate it. ”
The scent of Raw Snow stared at the fallen azin and said. Persian looks at the scent of raw snow that does not give him attention, then nods.
“Well, okay. I was going to the Forest of oblivion anyway. ”
In saying so, Persian turns away. She infiltrates into the crooked shadow beneath the collapsed tree and disappears. When the two of them were alone, the smell of Raw Snow sighed loudly first. She scratches her head silently for a moment and looks down at the pain. Her blood pressure stops bleeding, and her vitals are no longer dropping. Rather, reduced health continues to recover.
“Get up."
“It's serious.”
The scent of Raw Snow was blurred out, and Azin waved his head as if he were sorry. He waved his fist as he frowned.
“Do you?”
“No.”
Azin rises up. This body is not the real body after all. If your arm is cut off and your leg is cut off, you won't die if you handle it well. The same is true now. He has dozens of holes in his body, but now that he's stopped bleeding, the strength entering the Red Zone is no longer diminished. Rather, it is recovering with a health regen added to the title of a wolf slayer. Wounds heal slowly, not severed.
‘The pain has returned. ’
Every time I move my body, I feel the pain of screaming. Is the brain going to be able to handle this? Azin manipulates the system and cuts the pain. He sits down to fix the posture of his lying body.
“It's a little hard to get up. ”
“Then I'll sit down. ”
In Azin's words, the smell of Raw Snow settled on the ground. She stares at him with a fat face, and he turns his gaze away, feeling a burden on her explicit gaze.
“Does it hurt?"
“Yes.”
Raw Snow asked, and Azin replied. Of course it's a lie. The system limits the pain, so the body can't feel anything.
“Did you lose?”
“You know that because you saw it. ”
Ajin replied with a slightly sharper voice. I didn't want to admit it, to be honest, but judging by the results, Azin was defeated by Devello. It was a fierce battle and it was Azin who won the victory. He pushed Devello away, got a chance to kill her. But it's all just a process. No matter how much Ajin beat Devello and hurt her, it was painful for him to finally collapse helplessly to the ground.
“I lost. Tidy up. ”
I didn't mean to make excuses. The outcome was more important than the usual process. It was the same this time. Whatever the process, he was defeated by Devello. If the black snow scent hadn't suddenly invaded, it would have cut Devello's black azin's throat.
“You've lost, and you're right. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? ”
“.. I don't think so. I'm actually very angry, but I'm holding back because I'm in front of my master. ”
Ajin smiled and said. It was true. He felt a maddening rage and simply didn't show it. I lost. It's different to accept the consequences and ask casually. Azin looks back at the battle against Devello.