Desire

“You're back soon? ”

Persian smiles thinly as he sits on a rock shaking his legs. Asin rises from the shadows, smiling at her and looking around. Nothing has changed. No one else came, bald face pale and frightened. Azin approaches him and asks Persian.

“Who else came? ”

“No one. No one's looking this way. ”

Persian shrugs his shoulders and descends from the rock. She grins as she approaches behind him with a light gait.

“Have you had fun with Master? ”

“You just got here. I just said hello.”

“My cheeks are swollen. Did she hit you? ”

Persian reaches out, giggling and smiling. Azin shrugs as he looks at Persic touching his slightly hot cheeks.

“My master is a hothead. ”

“This is light, isn't it? ”

Persian grins. However, if the aroma of Raw Snow had really touched my mind and hit me, my head would have flew away. Ajin smiles bitterly and touches his bald head with his feet.

“Stand up.”

He stands up, grinding his teeth in silence. Azin looks at him in the back and smiles.

“Take me to your house. ”

“Home? My house was already on fire...”

“You don't understand. ”

Ajin reaches out as he kicks his tongue. At the end of the extended hand, there is a momentary surge of strength. The bald eyes were lifted.

“Shhh…! ”

He shrugs and shouts. Azin, who pierced his shoulder with his fingertips, rubs his fingers together and says:

“Lead us alive. If you guide me... yes. I'll save your life. No, is that not enough? If you have family or friends, I'll let them live, too. ”

“What... what the hell are you? That was...”

“Don't say useless things. ”

Ajin coldly spits out. The bald face was stiff.

“Don't you have someone you want to keep special? Or should I do this? There are plenty of ways to find your crew without you leading them. Even if this mountain is big, if you want to find it, you can't find it. It'll be fun to find you alive and kill you all in front of you. ”

The bald man swallowed a gulp. Just now, he clearly saw what appeared at the end of Azin's hand. It was a moment, but wrapped around the fingertips... the bald man gritted his teeth.

“... come with me. ”

He turns, muttering in a boiling voice. I did not succumb to fear. I didn't bow my head to Azin's threats. He believed in the Blood Vee White Mark, the leader of the Longevity Mountain Bandits. I trusted the Underboss under his command, and the other bandits there. No matter how strong that son of a bitch is, he won't be able to handle the numbers if he makes a difference. No matter how hard you try, there are limits to what you can do in the air and you will get tired one day.

How did the Church perish 100 years ago? Although they rotted because of the frequent civil war over their heirs, Mahidol was the most powerful group. There were so many coriander trees. But they were ultimately destroyed. It's because there's a difference in numbers.

And, the Blood Vee White Paper. The white sign is strong. Baldness has never seen a master as strong as the white. No matter how strong that bastard is, he won't be able to take on all the White Star, Underboss, and the other bandits there.

But that wizard...

As he walks through the trees, he looks at Persian. Seeing her relaxed smile and following beside Ajin, the white mark swallows a gulp. At first I thought she was just a pretty girl, but now she's completely gone. Earlier, when she disappeared, Baldness can't see how Persian moves at all. What happened to the others? Where are the men who were aiming this way with the bow and the reserves?

‘Don't move. ’

When there were only two left, the bald man tried to defeat Persian and flee. However, that heart flew away as soon as Persian gaze reached me. It wasn't a threat. It was just a horse. Just like that, the moment I heard that, there was no resistance, no resistance, left in baldness's head. What's really dangerous is the Wizard. I've seen the wizard many times while doing bandits. On a flourishing representation, we hire wizards along with our representations, and sometimes we hire superpowers. But no wizard or psychic has ever given me a sense of intimidation like her.

But still...

White Papers are strong.White Papers, Underbosses... Bandits... and Baldy sharpened their teeth. It's a bipartisan situation like this anyway. You have to save your life first.

“Are you thinking of going in the front? ”

You walk for a long time. Persian, singing a humming nostril, approaches Azin and asks if he's getting a little bored. Azin shrugs.

“I don't know.”

The ambiguous words raise the eyebrows. Azin smiles at the words and looks behind his bald head. He climbs to the top of the mountain and digs a rough path instead of a well-paved road. I wonder how much longer I could have walked.

“There it is.”

Azin mutters. The wooden scepter stands high where he sees it. Azin narrows his eyes and looks around. There was a vigilant crowd, but they were on top of the wooden ledge. You won't see them on this street. Eighty, I'd say. Indeed, the living quarters were not that big. However, the defenses were so strict that it didn't even seem that easy to cross that wooden ledge.

“Good work.”

Azin taps his bald shoulder. The bald man opens his mouth to ask for what was promised, and nothing comes out of his voice. It was because he cut off his neck as soon as he built the capital with his clutching hand. In spilling blood, Azin kicks the fallen bald body with his feet and knocks it down, then grabs his head with his hands. His face was like a doll with his lips wide open saying he didn't know anything. Azin grips his head tightly and scowls at Persian.

“... what? ”

Persian tilts his head. Azin smiles at her, then twists his torso wide and throws off his bald head. The boisterous head flies like a rock. Immediately, he immediately went to work. He even cuts off his bald arm and leg and throws it toward the wooden ledge. Percy sticks his tongue out as he sees the pain of ripping out his bald body without changing his face.

“Are you really...”

“It's not because I want to. ”

Azin wipes his hands and says, He looked at the bald body, with his head and arms and legs cut off, and looked at the landscape across his back. He pulls it out, measuring the table of contents and the distance again. Immediately, he flew away with the sound of the Great Wave crumbling, and landed on his wooden scaffold.

“Let's move.”

Azin mutters and lowers himself. He opened up his senses and assimilated himself with those around him, as he had done before. Azin's body fades, and Persian shrugs and hides in Azin's shadow.

Ajin first hides in a place where trees are dense. And he waited in a relaxed mind. May the commotion spread. May the tears spread. And may it lie, and explode loudly. Crouching between shaded trees and dense bushes, he leaves his ears wide open. Even my palpitations were sharp enough to catch my attention.

I heard a thump. The table of contents was opened. Azin laughs out loud. The sound is getting closer. Angry shouting, swearing. The sound of a swinging weapon. Yeah, where are we going with this? No, how much will you fish for? Ajin moves his body.

He's fast. Hidden from the surface of watermelon, but not fooled by the eyes of a bandit. A dense tree has become enough cover. He headed straight for the wooden ledge. The binder was still open. How long have we been out? The number of bandits is about 80. 20 of them are already dead, and 60 are left. Half of them are enough. Once the internal air restrictions are lifted, there's nothing you can't overcome. You can use self-defense and strength all you want, as well as the Thousand Machine Gun.

Ajin unravels the hideout. He straightens his body and approaches the open wooden table. I heard shouts on the bookshelf. He smiles bluntly and lowers himself. At the same time, his feet hit the ground. His body sprints like arrows as his inner air bursts from the hemolyte.

“What, what?! ”

Is it to go out or to keep it? You see some bandits holding spears. They scream and stab Azin in the spear. He was also not very good at weighing. Structurally trained, educated But you don't have to use the Thousand Machine. He twists his body away from the spear and reaches for a half-folded arm. Perffolk! The face of the smashed bandit settles down, gripping his teeth with his hand and throwing spear again. Ajin smashes the bandit's head while pulling the spear.

“Indeed.”

Persian, who emerged from the shadows, mutters. It was a simple taunt, but effective enough. I never thought you'd open the door like this. Azin walks in a loud voice. An arrow falls over his head, and he twists lightly. I've carried out enough attacks on the cliffs of the seal. He moves on, dodging the arrow. The remnants of the bandits rush forward, and Azin clenches his fist. A fierce force settles in his fist. Even though the internal air drops greatly, it doesn't matter that there are so many total. He stretches out his strength with peace of mind. Kuaang! With the thunderstorm, the building is destroyed and the bandits are swept away.

“.. was too much. ”

Azin mutters and clenches his fist. This is what happens when you don't think about resection. Perhaps we should focus on distributing this expanded internal air in the future. He kicks his tongue and continues to move. Few furniture, but the biggest and most glamorous of them I could see at a glance.

The door opened wide.

“What the fuck! ”

Yelling was a middle-aged man with a dark beard. He opens his eyes and stares at Azin, and he smiles quietly at him. The middle-aged man's face twitched in his gaze. Persian whistled lightly and stepped back.

A middle-aged man lunges at you, shouting like an angry bear with a big swing of his arms. I thought you said he was a bandit? Azin was a little curious to see him dressed neatly, but he was not strong enough to focus on it. No weapons. Fist? Then it's a welcome welcome. Ajin holds his fist in position.

Kwung! Hold out your swinging fist. Middle-aged fists protrude, and Azin's body leans slightly. It's not big, but it's extremely powerful. "You're a master," Azin thought. Can you handle it? Phew! With both fists closed, my body twists as if I were falling backwards. Among the pure humans, except Hiddenpiece and Monster, this man is the best of the best. If the air was sealed, it would not be able to cope. And now?

‘There's nothing you can do. ’

Players cannot afford NPCs under equal conditions. It makes a difference in my experience. Unlike players who can easily master skills, NPCs make efforts to reach that level. However, if you shoot with overwhelming force, the story is different. Overwhelming power with no skill or experience. How many unmanned people would reach the level of strength in this world right now?

‘No, not yet. ’

Do not use for now. He decided to use only minimal internal air and slammed into his bare body. How much he worked in this world, to test it. Open eyes, expanded, sharpened sensation. The coordination on that is already in place. Swinging fist, avoiding without blocking. The fist squeezes through your nose with a gruesome sound. The diggers swing their fists at the side of the man with the curled fists. The man's butt flexes back and forth, bending like a bow. Percussion, your fist is caught. No, they don't. The moment he reached out and tried to get caught, he twisted his wrist. Azin's fist circles from the man's hand, and Azin grabs the man's forearm. Immediately, the man bent his finger and stabbed him in the elbow. The man's arm slips out of his loosened grip.