Frenzy Troll

The three Kim Chi brothers, who were like cancer cells, suddenly reconciled into tumors. At least that's how Karl felt.

Carlos was tolerant of them trying to assemble the herd and cut it apart. Not more than ten people can say it's not enough. I was able to tolerate the crowd spreading their gossip. I felt bad when I got insulted, and I just said something.

However, I couldn't bear the thought that the three of them would act as if they were going to go out at once, and that they, as well as themselves, would all have to break the rules set before them.

It was a sign of destruction that Karl was becoming disorderly in this predicament.

“I'll be damned if I'm going to keep doing that. ”

Karl threatens, but the three of them only snore.

“Oh, you're threatening me now? ”

The first summoner user of the three Kim Chi brothers cheerfully laughed.

Contrary to that rash tone, Karl said.

“This is a warning, not a threat. Last warning.”

“Is that what you're warning me about? If we're gonna drag our asses out there, what the hell are you gonna do to stop it? After all, we're free. ”

“So it's all personal? ”

“There's nothing you can't do, no! All of you! Isn't it natural for grown-ups to think and act? What a crime that personal behavior is. What era are you from, asshole? Did your father say that individualism is bad, that Western behavior harms Korean unity? ”

“Individualism? Selfishness. What the hell kind of freedom do you think you're dealing with by damaging everyone? ”

“Fuck the damage. I don't want to be dragged around by your fucking command rod. Why is doing this hurting everybody? What do you think's gonna happen if you don't get it under your control? Does everyone else look like a newborn out of the water? They're all loaded with brains. Please respect your free will, fascist! ”

Fascist, Hitler, dictator, Communist executive, etc.

Karl shrugs his anger into his heart and speaks quietly.

“What is freedom for? Is it fair for those who want to go to war and those who want to stay? ”

“That's better! ”

“In what way? ”

“In every way! You can't force someone you don't want to fight! Let's go out among the motivated people and do well! Isn't that your friend's claim to be fighting hard for you now? You want me to just stay here like that? Huh? You're the one who's left after sending a friend. ”

You are stabbed with a weak spot. Karl shuts up with a pale face.

Thus, the three brothers decided that they were victorious. The three of them retreated as they huddled.

Karl stares at the back of the three men with a mixture of humiliation and anger.

Lancelot, who was watching the situation behind Karl, asks.

“I can't speak. What are you going to do?”

Karl replied with a little excitement.

“We have to do something. ”

“That thing I said before? ”

“Yes, the action. ”

“Really?"

Lancelot's expression trembles when he asks for a confirmation.

He clearly hated it, but Karl replied briefly.

“There's nothing I can do. ”

And then it was night.

While everyone is asleep, Karl takes Lancelot out of his room.

I learned the lesson from the last job, and I had to take it seriously. It was normal for two summoned blue beasts or torches to be present.

But for some reason, I didn't see a single person. The only firewall I could see was the warrior's helmet with its back against the wall next to the door.

“What about the other one? ”

When Karl quietly asked, Namo whispered as well.

“You don't look so good. I'll wake you up next time. You just go to bed." ”

Namo was also the one who agreed to cooperate in this "action." It looked like they had sent someone else to stay out of the way.

Namo admires what he's done, but Karl says to write it down.

“Still, it's not good to see your fireworks weakened. Don't be a dictator from now on. ”

Namo frowns, but nods anyway.

Meanwhile, Karl curses inside.

Again with the dictatorship. It may have been done with good intentions, but it's not just annoying.

‘Besides another sleepyhead · · · · · · · · · You look bad, so just sleep, okay? Are you crazy? So that day, the dog's death is just the past now? ’

I really didn't like it. This is how everyone is nowadays. Nausea, resolved security consciousness, arbitrary behavior · · · · · · ·.

Karl walks into the next room with Namo and Lancelot.

I had already figured out where the beds of the three Kimchi brothers were. Thanks to you, I was able to stand right in front of him in the dark.

Karl looks down at the Summoner's user, the eldest of the three sleeping brothers.

This guy was the most dangerous calculator. The summoner can fight well in panic because of his job traits, and because he is a translator among the three brothers.

I had to take care of him first. Physically.

Karl raises his longsword.

His hands were slightly trembling. You couldn't even think for yourself. But I couldn't give it all up and quit.

Karl lowers his longsword. A knife sack was used to tear the meat and break the bones.

“Ouch · · · · · ·"

A summoner pierced through the chest raises an upper body of shock.

Karl panics and gives the Longsword more strength.

The Summoner's upper torso, which was stitched into a longsword, is forcibly laid down. The summoner died soon after hissing.

It was dark at night, so I couldn't see the sheets soaking red. Instead, the blood in the darkness began to vibrate.

Karl gripped his teeth.

‘Damn it.'

I should have cut her heart out in one shot, just like I planned. Instead of stabbing you in the chest, the blade snaps at your ribs. If I'd known this, I'd have gone for the throat.

Of course, in response to the sound, the youngest of the three brothers who were sleeping next to him woke up.

Lancelot hurries out from behind.

“To be taxed · · · · · · ·"

Karl throws his palm back, even as his heart beats.

“No, just watch. Didn't we agree on that? ”

Acting directly in this‘ action ’was only promised to Karl. I didn't think I needed to get my hands dirty.

Namo and Lancelot, the two of them stood behind Karl and were merely preparing for a similar time.

The youngest of the three brothers, the priest user, wandered around like a madman and suddenly made the light through a spell.

So the priest found Karl.

“You bastard, what?"

The voice that I was talking to was cut off in the middle. Carl grabbed the priest by the neck.

Karl, who was a healer character, had the same strength as the priests, but still had enough strength to kill people. The bodies of the users and heroes were all like that.

“Truly educated, son. ”

Karl pulls the priest into the hallway next to the bed. I threw myself on the floor of the hallway, and I started stomping on his back.

“Oh, help! Uh-oh! ”

Screams echo as the drum erupts. Then all the users who were sleeping in the room woke up.

“What?”

Around that time, the priest user was overwhelmed. The three people, including Karl, looked at the wobbly body with a stiff face.

By then, the second berserker was already fully aware of the situation.

The second looked at Karl's face, the two fallen friends.

A raid? Really? And why is that?

Of course, that was enough. Karl now has a second glance at the enemy. Enemies have been raided.

The second rushes into the roar.

“You crazy bastard! ”

Karl tries to stop the charge with a longsword, but his intentions are half successful.

The second one blocks the longsword with one arm, and the blade pierces the muscle halfway through.

The second rushes forward, turning the pain into anger. Soon Karl was wrapped around the second heavy body and couldn't push it away. Strength difference was powerful. Secondly, it was a Berserker who invested in strength scores, not divinity.

Roland would have leveled up several times already, but he would not be able to leverage the sacred sword he had built so far, so he publicly suggested that a purely high-powered side might be lower but stronger.

The second, not just nonsense, was actually strong.

Namo and Lancelot came running, ignoring what they said not to help.

“Get away!”

The two give strength to push the car out of the second one, but the second one is not pushed away. The second held the car up high. He clearly tightened Karl's body with his legs in a wrestling motion that had never existed in game character technology.

“Fuck!"

It was only after the two of them tried their best to remove the second one. However, it was not conquered, it was just pushed from Karl's stomach.

The second one that fell out quickly woke up. Namo and Lancelot stare at the second.

The second mutters.

“I'm gonna kill them all, you gangsters."

Karl's longsword is in his second hand.

You won't be able to conquer them with your bare hands. Namo and Lancelot draw their swords as well.

Should I get my hands dirty in the end?

As Lancelot swallows his saliva, Karl rises to his feet.

‘Valdur.’

His body was filled with the light of recovery.

Karl stepped up in front of the two users he brought. Then he muttered, staring directly at the second.

“Don't make me say it again. Don't move. It's my job. ”

After all, Namo and Lancelot retreat, but of course, the two do not appear to be spectators. No matter what they discussed, the situation was one-on-three.

How do I turn this power car upside down? As a berserker, it was simple.

The second shouted.

“I give this war to Odin! ”

Photobombing spells, and the second world turns dark red.

The three users stared at the second, no, Berserker with open eyes. The moment the bloodshot eyes met, everyone was agitated.

I have no choice. In the raid, Roland killed the bandits without hesitation. If he could slaughter dozens of people, there would be no reason not to slaughter three.

‘Crazy.’

Karl wondered whether he should take back what he had just told him not to do. I can't handle that monster on my own.

Karl opens his mouth. I didn't rush to the berserker right away. How so?

The Berserker groans.

“Uh, ugh, ugh · · · · ·"

The Berserker is looking for an enemy to kill. Since two friends had fallen, of course I had to avenge them.

It was three men who appeared at the end of the circle. Namo and Lancelot, and · · · · · · · · ·.

Emperor Carr was there.

In the corrupted vision of the Berserker, he was light. The light that illuminates in the dark. The sacred spectrum dug into its bloodshot eyes.

I couldn't look at it because it was dazzling. In front of the Guardian of Light, the Berserker closes his eyes and kneels. Then I prayed to the Savior in front of me.

“Lord of Light, Protector of Light. ”

The warriors of Valhalla, Einherjar, are all sacred traitors.

And the great Karl is God. both in the sacred sense and the intellectual sense.

Emperor Kahl ate the sacred apple given to him by his servants and fattened his soul. After defeating the monsters and giants, you push them into the world's waters.

Thus, the Emperor Karl's army rescued Asgard, a heavenly host who was barely able to withstand the onslaught of giants and monsters.

Karl continued his mythical achievements and ascended to heaven. It was impossible for Asgardian gods to reject such a heavenly Savior as one of their own.

In fact, the deranged gods were treated with lower status than Karl. Even Frey, the current owner of the Palace of Valhalla, could not treat the Emperor with contempt. There were always old officials, including Roland, by the side of Emperor Carr, and they were the most powerful force in Valhalla.

Even Frey felt that the warriors of Valhalla were more loyal to Karl than they were, and that was partly true.

Just like this Berserker. In Midgard, a long time ago, he was one of the great warriors of Karl and he longed for the attention of the great emperor.

The relationship has not changed since the ascension to Valhalla. Even now, of course.

“Forgive my blasphemy! ”

Karl stares at the Berserker, pleading for himself with a stiff face.

I couldn't understand why he did it, but the situation itself was simple.

He was subdued, too. even in a humiliating format.

While they were asleep, even the users who were awake and watching the situation were embarrassed.

“What the heck?"

Lancelot suddenly asked in an uneasy voice.

“You know, the dead one. I don't think we should save him too soon. ”

I was talking about the summoner who died on the bed. The plan was to kill the summoner and resurrect him later with a spell.

But Carl shakes his head.

“Dragonballs, later. ”

“Too late to bring it back · · · · ·"

“Then there's nothing we can do. Just leave it alone for now, okay? ”

“What can I do, quickly revive · · · · · ·"

Karl commands a brief push to Lancelot.

“Lancelot. Shut up. ”

Lancelot tries to talk more, but then he quits. Karl's eyes were irritated, and it was almost killing him. It was worth it. It was the eye after the actual person was killed.

You think that's too much? ’

From Lancelot's expression, Karl reads the complaint, but decides to ignore it. I'm not trying to get cheered up and praised right now.

Karl breathes his breath and looks at the users who were watching the situation.

You take the bloody longsword from the berserker's hand, put it to the ground, and shout.

“We don't act alone! No one is left alone, no one is left alone! We're all in this together! ”

The users are looking this way with their faces frozen. Even Namo and Lancelot worked together.

Karl shouted in everyone's shriveled gaze.

“We are one army! ”

It may not sound like much, but the users were all silent. It was not a rebellious situation. I saw two men who defied the guidelines.

Carl thought, "Where does authority come from?"

Of course, elementary school students will be able to answer that question.

Power, profit. And more than anything else, fear.

Power comes from fear. On Earth, in this fantasy world.

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