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[2nd] Death's Kiss

One of the entrances collapses.

Not a natural phenomenon.

It was a signal that an unstoppable group of guards lurking in a dark tunnel had broken into the black market.

The tunnels that have been drilled into the depths of the five basements must be buried alive if they collapse, but the intruders are not very comfortable.

The tunnel collapses like a lie.

Slow down.

It's because the soil and rocks that fell from the cracked ceiling began to move like living creatures.

‘The Spirit of Earth. ’

It is a pure soul that exists in nature.

Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Heart-!

If you put all five attributes together, it is said to be able to deal with the Demon Lord Pedonar.

A friend of this spirit could easily perform a miracle greater than a wizard's magic with a simple request.

Like right now.

Kuku Gu -!

The tunnel is wider than ever, rather than collapsing. Pushes the massive amount of dirt and rock pressed against the top against it to make it firm.

It's hard to mobilize one or two spirits.

Dozens, if not dozens.

Not everyone can have Spirit Affinity. If you're capable of so many spirits...

“Fairies!”

“The Spirit-Making Fairy has invaded! ”

“Stop! Guards! Guards!”

There are only fairies that are treated as superior to human compatibility.

The guards lurking around the black market are in disarray. If a guest dies or gets hurt, the Dark Council reputation is golden.

The average level of the guards is 150.

It was higher level than any knight in the realm.

It was evidence that I had been through so much mayhem, and I gathered even more venom as a security guard for the Dark Chamber.

Whereas,

“Attack all! ”

“Save your people! ”

The intruder was a number of fairies.

They were wearing special silk silk woven from silk silk, layered over each other, and a unique fairy combat suit that increased their defense.

Bows are primarily used for weapons.

Spirits and swordsmanship intermingle here.

The average level was 200, higher than the black market guards. However, it was in the midst of hostiles, and thirteen hostiles were also deadly.

However, the fairies were not pushed at all.

“Spirits -!”

It is thanks to the presence of a woman who shouts aloud.

She has longer ears than any of the other fairies. The outfit was the same as everyone else, but the atmosphere around the body was different.

Of course I have to.

Race: Arc Elves

Level: 284

Job: Shaman (Blessing = Spirit )

⁄ Skill: Spirit S Item A Charm A Archery B Blessing C...

Status: Steady

The fairy prince marches to the ugly black market.

I even looked familiar.

The strange habit of bringing more people to a crisis to save their own kind was the same as the first time.

Sylvia the Elf King.

She is only a princess now, but she quits her adventure on her deathbed as a coup and returns to her hometown to succeed the throne.

He's the future fairy king.

It was before the adventure, so the level was still low. However, her skill grade, a natural bloodline, was as high as its peak.

In particular, Spirit S was a gangster.

“Ahhhh?! ”

“Sa, help me! ”

“Fire!”

The snake-like spirits of fire scream as they roar. I tried to fight it with magic, but the number of spirits was overwhelming.

The fairies following Princess Sylvia's escort were also strong. You're an excellent archer who can recite magic spells from behind.

“Wolves! This way!”

In the meantime, the professional spirit of the black market, which prioritizes the preparedness of its guests, was tearful.

Whereas,

“Brave, shall we go to the rescue? ”

Ranubel makes a mockery of their efforts.

Ung--

Ranubel summons a translucent shield with magic. With it, I was diligently defending against the fireflies protruding from everywhere.

She was neither frightened nor embarrassed. An upright look that wants to help infiltrate the Black Market and teach it a lesson. You feel uncomfortable the entire time the auction is underway, and it appears to have finally exploded.

I know that noble sense of justice.

“You go to the shelter and wait. ”

“Old?! Why?!"

I told you not to talk back.

“Going to the rescue? What about the mercenaries we rescued just now? Should I let him die like this? Oh, my God! You're going to abandon your comrades forever! You don't live like that. ”

“Ah…. ”

All the guests who had already left us had fled.

However, a considerable number of slaves, bound in chains and limited mobility, have fallen into battle and died in vain.

I shoved Ranubel's back.

“I'll take care of this as a warrior. You're waiting at the shelter with your new partner. Keep an eye on the money. ”

“Woo…. Yes.”

Ranubel moves reluctantly.

The mercenary who didn't want to die went with her under her protection.

And I was left alone.

As planned.

“Moderator!”

“Huff! Customer! You didn't run away... ”

“Just answer the question. That fairy belongs to me, right? ”

The moderator replied in a bewilderment.

“Yes, the prepaid must belong to a guest who is fundamental in principle or who has won the auction in a certain way. From now on, the right to live off this fairy is reserved for wolf snatchers. So let's go to the shelter together. He's been drugged, so the resistance will be weak. ”

Moderator is not stupid.

Conversely, he belongs to a very smart elite.

I realized the purpose of the infiltrating fairies was to enslave them. I also noticed that the situation is not very good.

There was no room for a drug-induced fairy.

That's why I decided to leave it to the guests.

“You're very resourceful. ”

That was exactly the answer I wanted.

“A compliment.”

Finally, the moderator draws the sword of the waist dance. This man, who was like a clown on stage, was the hidden talent of the black market.

The Black Market elites who were dedicated to escorting the annoying guests to the shelter began to join.

I could have guessed the future.

Here, the future fairy king is captured alive.

And enslaved.

In spite of this commotion, she goes to this black market without a wink. No retaliation, such as anger or humiliation.

Because the value of the product is low.

Some of the proceeds from the auction go to the families of the murdered guard.

That's a good development too....

“Hello, Fairy Lady. ”

You spoke to a Level 851 fairy who was at the start of the case.

“Are you…? ”

She recognized me at once, even in a daze. He seemed instinctively aware that he was not an ordinary human being.

“Let me get this straight. Sylvia will surrender if you live. You understand what I'm saying? ”

Future fairy kings are not defeated in battle.

In a situation where all the elves fought together are dead and only she is healthy, the Black Market executive executes the hostage play with this fairy.

She gives up the battle and is captured, feeling guilty for dragging her minions and friends to their deaths. And sold as slaves.

It is a story roughly heard by the parties.

“... Yes. She's delicate. ”

This fairy seemed to understand properly.

Even though my mind was in a difficult state of medicine and curses, I made a bold expression with death and sacrifice in mind.

A mind that is impossible for me to fear death.

It burns beautifully like the last flame.

I grabbed the elf's crooked waist with my left arm. With his right hand, he secures her head, supporting her back neck.

And I kissed her deeply.

“Mmmm... ”

“Woohoo! ”

Tak, there was a weak flick, but only for a moment.

As she gently tickles the tip of her pointed ear, she starts responding with her arms, grabbing my back like an automatic reflex.

They enjoyed each other deeply, sucking each other's tongues and saliva. She was clumsy for the first time, but very enthusiastic.

Thanks to you, the heart of this fairy has been deeply conveyed.

She's worried about Princess Sylvia.

I don't want to surrender because of my petty self. I hope you won't experience the miserable life of slavery for a while.

I felt the desperate hope in each gesture.

Thanks to you, I was able to enjoy myself.

Thank you so much.

Win -!

The eyes of the spreading fairy burn shut. Her narrow, broken neck and legs sag helplessly.

The devil's curse that lowered the level by 90% wasn't hard.

I slowly took my lips off her as if I were enjoying my last moments. And laid him flat on the floor.

Kill level 851.

“The gaming system tastes really cool! ”

And there has been great power.

Race: Arc Human

⁄ Level: 165

Job: Warrior (EXP 500%)

⁄ Skill: Interpreter A Murder D Blessing E Transaction E Checkpoint F...

Status: elevated

If it had grown in the usual way, it would have taken a year. But the level exploded in no time while killing level 851.

Even this fairy blessed me as I died.

I can't believe I'm singing.

“Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh."

You don't need talent or lineage. Killing the strong can make you strong, too.

Hmm. Does it take a little effort and luck to kill?

Anyway, everyone has an opportunity.

A beautiful fantasy full of dreams and hopes!

Of course, it's only good when I win.

“A wolf snatcher?! Why slaves...!? ”

Moderator is appalled.

It's because I didn't understand why I killed the living fairy because I spent so much money. It's been that face since we kissed hot in the chaos.

He's embarrassing.

“No problem. I'll give you the right money. ”

It is the extreme of inefficiency in others' standards.

Rather than killing powerful 851-level warriors and leveling them up, it is an overwhelming advantage to recruit them as subordinates. No, I didn't even know this fairy was level 851 in the black market.

But I'm a warrior.

Receives 5x XP perks.

That is, the efficiency of killing five 851-level elves. And it's not over yet. There are a lot of ‘EXP’ around here -

Yong-!

The arrowhead grazed my cheek and passed by.

It was the work of an Elf Archer.

From the moment I witnessed the killing of a Level 851 elf at a considerable distance, I recognized it as an enemy.

A pretty face twisted with anger and sadness.

The archer wasn't the only one angry.

“How dare you...! ”

The future fairy king groaned.

Apparently, the level 851 fairy that killed her was her teacher. Spirits are a big part of being born, so maybe they learned archery.

The fairies who were in battle began to stare at me.

If the black market guards hadn't stopped them, they would have run into me in one swoop.

“This is... ”

Sruuh-

I picked up a steady sword that was lying on the ground.

Not my favorite heavy dagger, but the middle bastard family between your hands and one hand. But it was just right to use and throw it away.

My current level is 165.

Things that couldn't be done in Level 4 are now possible.

For example,

“Here! Let's slaughter it hard for my dreams! ”

I work as much as I have received.

Fairy Princess will never be enslaved. Hizea.

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