How the Villain Lives

1. Common settings?

"I'm sorry, but can you tell me one more time?"

"Make another one... Cool it, give it to me..." "

There was a gap that turned into a radical one, but I didn't mean to be a problem. It was because of the behaviour of Seong-hyun who couldn't understand much more than that. What is the intention of a man who had to kill a dog and vomit and shake his hands to summon another dog?

Are you going to apologize to the dog?

However, it is not possible to gain EXP or skill proficiency in this starting room. In other words, whether they were retraining or sleeping or indulging in self-consolation, they didn't want to interfere much if they didn't commit suicide. Then again, when the dog was made, Sung-hoon woke up stumbling.

"Oh my God, you have to be careful."

On Jerry's side, Sung-hoon could barely get up. A messy face and marginally trembling hands. A shaking pupil. However, Seong Hoon hesitated to swing his sword again and blow the dog's throat away.

"Uweaeaeaeaee!"

After a while of vomiting and drowning, it was hard to get up right now. However, Jerry now looked at him with a strange expectation. And Sung-hoon did not betray that expectation.

"Can you make one more... and restore your HP?"

"Of course it's possible."

As the white light wraps around the body, the body becomes lighter and stronger. My body shook like a screw in my head, but I was sure I could get up and get into a position. Then he grabbed the sword and swung it from left to right.

Kwajik!

My body splits around me and spills my gut. However, the Holy Hun did not fall this time. He shook his teeth and trembled, but stood still on his feet on the ground. I finally managed to stay in position after killing the dog three times.

"Huuuuuuuu."

Exhale.

I bought a basic trial method called the Trial Trial Method, but I didn't use it. I just breathe in and out quietly. There's something called tactical breathing. It is a breathing method that takes a long breath to calm down when you are in a panic and stops and exhales again.

However, as we repeated it successively, the tremor of the body began to subside.

"One more."

Now the dog appeared at the end of the challenge. And even before the white light went away, the sword swung. I never enjoy this process. However, it is necessary to be 'familiar'. He is already a man who has committed murder by necessity. But now I'm afraid to kill a dog, so I can't shake the bees.

In that sense, the starting room was a really necessary place. Simply stabbing with a sword. However, if the object were a living creature, man would be overwhelmed if he did not do the simple act and hesitated. And even if you stab me, it's never going to be easy to break out of that shock.

But at least here, it can be safe and kill countless lives.

That is, you can get used to the act of killing.

'A hawk is better than a hawk that gets hit first.'

Thinking of what Jerry said, Sung-hoon swung his elongated sword.

After wielding the sword for a few tens of minutes, the surroundings were literally transformed into scenes that would only come from a class B horror movie. Dog carcasses and guts scattered all over the place, and spilled blood like pieces of meat and puddles. In the middle of it, the Holy Hun grabbed his sword and picked up his breath.

'I'm weak. But it's not stupid. Make sure it's something you have to do.'

At least the task of killing dogs has become quite familiar. After making several dogs at the same time and swinging his sword like a windmill, Seong Hun took a long breath. And Jerry, who was watching the process as if it were interesting from behind, murmured.

"It was very impressive. I don't know how many times I've been surprised at this today. I don't know how many times Yooseong Hun's assessment has changed."

I tried to laugh, but I didn't laugh.

The effect of the loudness and the ability to maintain a barely expressionless expression here were the limits. After all, giving up smiling brought out the following story.

"Is there anything else possible?"

"What if it's something else?"

"Other animals than dogs, monsters, and…."

Sung-hoon paused for a moment and slightly raised his tail.

"Humans too."

"I'll colonel as much as I can."

A silver shining sword is swung along with a white light. Then the red blood stem popped up everywhere.

"Huuuuuuuuuu."

Loose!

He sighed and threw himself into bed without knowing how many times already. The clothes, which were red-blooded and had pieces of flesh attached to them, were washed neatly and finely and hung on hangers. Sung-hoon smiled as he looked at his clothes with his dumb eyes. I didn't know why I was laughing. I just didn't stop laughing without even knowing myself.

I didn't even know it was crazy.

I need to get used to killing, but I didn't expect to kill so many lives. It felt as though he was just a few hours ago and now he is something else.

"How much I killed..." "

Dogs killed more than a hundred. After that, the horse, the lighter, killed an increasingly large animal. The next thing I killed was a monster. I assumed when I was in this shitty situation anyway, but suddenly I was surprised enough to scream when a green dwarf appeared. Anyway, I killed Goblins, Lizardmen and Orcs. And the last thing I killed was a human being.

A sword flies towards a man who has a stubborn eye like a whitefish. Excellent men fell by the sword of Sung-hoon, driven by the lowest sword. At first, he simply stabbed and killed, but later, as if he were a psychopath, he beheaded himself and tortured himself. If Jerry didn't recover his HP constantly, he would have recovered infinitely when he went out early.

Then I stopped practicing by the time I felt that I no longer had any feelings after killing someone.

Like a magician, after eating a meal made by just bouncing a finger, Seong Hoon, who was lying in bed, quickly began to fall into a deep sleep.

I wondered if it was all a dream.

'No way...' '

It was Sung-hyun who laughed at himself.

"What's your name... Pilsup? Mina, who was the other one?"

I don't remember any names already.

He was an ordinary man with no special corner anywhere. Ordinary 25-year-old youth in the Republic of Korea. Such a man who loves games, loves fiction, spreads his part-time life, and has a few drinking buddies. I don't kill or do anything in my life, but when I watch a horror movie and sleep because I'm scared, I sleep in a blanket.

However, when he fell into a non-routine environment, when he was given three options, he chose to survive on his own without any hesitation. Even though we could gather forces together to survive, find a way out, and kill all the monsters. Until then, Sung-hoon stuck his head in his stomach and rolled around.

"Argh! I was so careless at the time. I couldn't get out of there just because I was following the quest, but I acted out of my mind. You can't do this."

What would you have done if you had survived on your own and continued to be trapped in that building with monsters?

I'm glad it worked out so well. If you think about it now, it was a very thoughtful choice. With this as a lesson, it was necessary to refrain from such outrageous actions. The fixing point was not the only one. If I think about it now, I felt like I trusted Jerry too easily.

If he was a vicious opponent, could he have lived like this?

'I am a wicked man.'

I thought about it. I know you need to get used to it, but I never thought it would kill so many lives. No, that's right. Let's move on. What he thought was shocking was that he killed the first three people he met.

It was simply 'gross' that he vomited and shed tears. It fell because of the gross feeling of blood slicing the flesh and touching the gut, and the scattered gut was disgusting. It wasn't guilt, but it was nothing compared to the guilt depicted in movies or novels.

I can't believe the guy who killed people and killed animals didn't feel guilty, and then he thinks he's gonna act like this and he's fine-tuning his behavior.

'I will not deny it. I am the wicked, the undoubtedly the wicked.'

As he hypnotized himself several times, he fell asleep.

"… Hun."

"Mm-hmm."

"... Yooseong Hun. You have to get up."

"Argh! Just a little more..."

"If you want to sleep more, I won't stop you, but I suggest you get up. If you don't want to start the mission in pajamas anymore."

"What nonsense..."

Seong Hun, who was speaking in a half-gloomy state, only remembered what happened yesterday. When I hit the ball with my palms, I felt my mind come back.

"How much time do we have?"

"One hour left."

"Can you make a bathroom? And can you make a meal?"

There was also a small visit in an instant. When he opened the door, he closed the door and went inside. And in an instant, there was a huge table and a lot of roses all around.

'I'm definitely pulling out what I can pull from here.'

There is nothing directly obtained from the Holy Hun.

It was commendable, however, to accept with certainty what was quite familiar and the current situation without at least having any objection to killing life. And I got up and did a great job. It was impossible to take something from this starting room.

Instead, you can create anything in it if you provide it. When I woke up, ordering baths and meals was the right choice.