How the Villain Lives

11. Somewhat familiar?

I didn't know what people were saying. What matters now is reading the book.

Books had to be purchased separately from the library, but there was no need to buy paper books. It was also true that Seonghoon was not the first to know. Magic books had features such as a smartphone to store and load information separately. Of course, the function was thoroughly limited to books, but it was a good thing I didn't have to carry a lot of books for nothing.

'Well, mostly fiction.'

I read a book. I don't like it. I didn't make a distinction between genres, so it wouldn't matter if I read fantasy novels or anything. I bought some books that would help in case things went wrong, but I didn't intend to read them separately. First of all, it's important to know how much you need to read to increase your abilities.

The seriousness of Seong Hoon checking the stat window while focusing his mind and turning the page hard was not reported at all to the people around him. No, in some sense it might have been passed on.

'When it starts, he's going first.'

"Does combat look like a joke? '

"Sedative? Tuxedo? Mask? Are you here to play? '

They were all in one mind and were preparing to meet the Holy Spirit. And as time went by, I began to hear voices from the ceiling.

[From now on, we will start the preliminary round. If you leave the arena, you will be eliminated from the Qualification if you die. The remaining two will advance to the next Qualification. In case of death, life will not be reduced separately]

"Wait, did this really start?"

"Hmm."

After that, when no response occurred, everyone hesitated to look at each other. I didn't say exactly the beginning, so I wasn't sure if I could fight or not.

"Hey! Be sure to let me know! You can fight. What the hell?"

"What kind of operation have you been running...?"

['Kang Chang Seong' has left the stadium. You have been defeated.]

"Looks like you started it right."

When a man named Kang Chang Seok was disqualified overnight, people began to hold weapons in earnest and guard all sides. However, their gaze was all concentrated in one place. It seems that it is right to kick one warrior off with one foot and eliminate him overnight. Moreover, the book is not being covered in the meantime.

"Fuck! Get that son of a bitch!"

"Okay!"

A man who fell with a long-eared shield, ignorant of the English language, turned his face like a tyrant and shouted, and a warrior nearby drew his sword and jumped toward the Holy Hung. The courtesy of the warrior has been shaken by cowardly behavior and the act of still not covering the book, despite the start of the battle. No matter what, I wanted to deal with him myself.

However, the warrior who wielded the sword wanted something to dig into him, and soon lost consciousness.

"... Argh!"

The illumination of the ceiling is visible by opening the eyes. Perhaps the consciousness disappeared momentarily.

"Come on, moose."

The pronunciation fades. The man who unwittingly takes his hand into his mouth soon realizes that his teeth are flying away. And I was forced to stop moving in front of my eyes.

"Okay!"

A man pulls out his sword and falls on it. It wasn't fast, but it was fast enough to squeeze the opponent. Those who thought it was a pity to have taken the player were preparing to attack those nearby, and some were thinking of joining the annoying guy in the mask. However, people stopped moving at the sound of the sound.

Kwajik!

The warrior who rushed towards the mask was crashing to the ground with a splendid spin in the air and a few white teeth splattered in the air. Neither of them understood the scene. There are also causes, consequences and evidence. However, the process could not be inferred.

'Fallen man. A flying tooth. And a bloody book.'

"Wow. I didn't expect much, but this is a bit destructive. How many Gangster are out there? Was the book that powerful?"

Meanwhile, when only one fell, Sung-hoon looked down at the bloody book and admired it for a while. Even if the outer material is hard, it is not enough to stun a warrior with a blow. This is probably due to the durability of the book, which is classified as an item, unlike the reality, and the effect that the book is not a replica.

"What are you all standing so stupid for? Aren't you going to fight?"

It is not like this to speak of the Holy Hun in normal times. However, it is different now. He is now dressed in a mask and turned into a completely different person. That means you don't have to postpone it to look normal. You can act as you please.

"Aren't you all coming? Then I will attack first."

The book swings once again and one flies with blood. Only then did my conscious men begin to attack Sung-hoon with their weapons raised. I didn't hit my hands and feet separately, but I've experienced a lot of group wars so far. They were so far from each other that they did not interfere with each other's movements that they immediately began to overwhelm Sung-hyun.

Khh!

"Stop?!"

I put down my sword toward the book, and Beigi only heard metal and metal hitting. However, there was no counterattack. because the people who were next to him had joined forces by wielding their swords. It was moving around with exaggerated movements like a play, but Sung-hoon was definitely avoiding people's union.

I swung the book a few times, but no one was right. I couldn't narrow down the street in the first place. You needed to dig inside to price your opponent with a book, but that was impossible for so many of these people.

"There's nothing to panic about! To such a clown.."

"Min-cheol!"

The warrior who encouraged people could no longer speak because of the sword through his forehead.

"Isn't that too much to ignore? It's not a black decoration."

'I thought it was a decoration!'

I was just knocking down four people with a book and forgetting the black one with the waist dance. No, I thought it was just for decoration. But now I can't believe I pulled the sword. Only then did some people sink their excitement and calmly besiege Sung-hoon.

"Now you're a great strong man. Are you a ranker? The one holding the book was trying to provoke us, wasn't he?"

"No, did you have to provoke him?"

"What?"

"Why would I have to do something so useless if I didn't have to do it? I wasn't trying to provoke, I was going to practice."

"Kite... humid?"

"Yes. Practice. Well, I feel sad about how to fight."

One thing is certain. It is clear that he has a talent for improving people's temperament. However, just before people rushed in, Sung-hoon began to move.

"But why did you say that before? I'm using such a twisted respect, but if you guys talk back, I'll..."

"Blood, evade!"

"You're in a bad mood. You bastards!"

"Damn it! All of them! That's one of them! Not even before this number!"

Collective warfare in confined spaces. If he was an ordinary warrior, he might have been struck by force or mysticism. However, Sung-hoon was not just a warrior. I didn't bring the book with me as a strike weapon, I brought it for amulet use.

Farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The book spread out on my left hand and the cipheric flame began to burn. If you were wielding a sword while avoiding weapons spilling everywhere, even though the book had fallen, there was nothing wrong with it, but thanks to the skill 'I can't live without a book', it was stuck just like glue on my hand.

"Flame". "

The fire masses that resulted from Paige's burning began to fire everywhere. People were embarrassed by the sudden magical catastrophe and forced to retreat.

'And here.'

"Vaporize Qi."

Reduce Magic Power to AGI!

Seonghun's Agility stats, aided by various items and skills, were now incredibly exclusive. And in front of Sung-hoon, people were literally swept away.

It was this time that the first man who passed out to Sung-hoon woke up. The parties fighting directly fell in love with the intensity of the battle, but the man who looked at the battle in an objective manner murmured without his knowledge.

"... beautiful."

I didn't know what to say when a person was dying, but I said that without my knowledge. The movement of the masked person was as light and natural as dancing.

It was like a weaving and moving play. When he moved his sword, he came near like he wanted to be stabbed by himself. He was stabbed by a sword and just missed him like a black one that people yelled at.

'I ride the rhythm.'

When confronted head-on with warriors who know how to do a real battle, not a bunch of irrational undead, Sung-hoon naturally began to rhythm. He then went beyond the level of reacting to the other person's movements and began to create his own movements.

'You shouldn't be dragged around by the opponent. The stage where I'm the protagonist.'

The sword swings and the drop of blood flies.

'Dancing alone is not enough. Music should also be added….'

While unconscious, a sphere of electricity appeared around the cook, swinging the rune blades, reaching out everywhere and starting to explode.