How the Villain Lives

11. Somewhat familiar?

Sung-hoon was the conductor of the musical instrument. I was playing music using people's screams and explosions.

No, it's the dancer who leads the stage. The protagonist of dozens of dancing soloists. People who move around like drunken by their own beatings are falling apart in their elongation without grasping the Holy Spirit. If they had been a group, they would not have fallen this far in vain.

However, they were all potential competitors. Some were attacking or ambushing others, rather than attacking Sung-hoon on the condition that they could accept two instead of one. Moreover, the biggest problems were more acute.

"Uh-uh?"

Sung-hoon, who was spinning like a Fang, walked on the feet of a nearby warrior and broke the balance. However, it did not fall on the floor. The book held in the left hand of Seonghun was momentarily raised again by offering a man's back neck. Of course, it was not an act of pure favour.

"Oh, stop!"

"No!"

Quqiqiq!

When I put a man in a shield, people start to swipe their weapons. I know that when I die, I don't really die, but I unconsciously blocked their movement by wielding a sword against a real person, not a monster. Moreover, if the battle had started normally, it would naturally have made others think that Sung-hoon is now implicitly and publicly considered a colleague.

In contrast, Sung-hoon was different. I was conscious of my external gaze, and even though I wasn't always a Caucasian, I was postponing my recognition. Few have moved honestly about their own feelings. I always moved and concealed myself according to the circumstances around me. But you don't have to do that now.

Even when he fell into the world of the mission for the first time, Sung-hoon hesitated to kill others. It's not a joke. Sung-hoon really killed people, but he didn't feel guilty. I need to feel all the disgust from the blood or the touch that comes from my hands. It was not unusual for Sung-hoon to use others in combat.

'Stupid, but if you were like me, you'd stab me. If you're going to kill him anyway, you'll have to do damage to the enemy.'

Due to his clumsy strength, the weapon was halfway dug into his body and he was forced to stop everything. After piercing the throat of one person, Sung-hoon subsequently fires a flame.

In a way, Sung-hoon's combat style resembled that of a servant. If there is a difference, the employee maximizes the killing power, whereas Yooseong Hun tries to move as beautifully as he wants to pursue art. However, without consideration for the opponent, the concept of a thorough tool and a target is the same.

"Hick! Help me!"

In front of a vivid death that felt real, the man shook his hand without even knowing it. It did not come to mind that death does not count. I just wanted to get a little off my mask. As if he were directing an instrument, he exaggerates the sword, and his friend's body starts to fall to the ground in pieces.

A real-world horror who could not afford to watch, or a man who saw a scene in a Gore movie himself, began to crawl with dizziness.

'Bar, your feet aren't moving!'

I fall elongated because I don't have the strength to enter my legs. However, the man crawled without giving up and finally reached the outside of the stadium. Just a little further away, I can get out of the way. But he was dragged back and forth.

"Where are you going?"

'Devil!'

The nose was not covered with a mask, but the mouth looked clear. I am definitely smiling with a semicircle. The blood on the white mask seems contrasting, making it feel more brutal. No more pride and nothing. I want to live somehow. I don't want to cut that sword and scream. Victory? It's just a wish to come out unharmed.

He's smiling, and there's only two left, so maybe he'll let me live.

"I'm sorry! I did something wrong! So spare me!"

"I..."

"Me?"

"I thought I told you not to talk back."

Kwajik!

I thought he was going to die. However, it soon burst into screams of extreme pain from the crowd. I can feel something in my mouth. I think my teeth are broken too.

"Arghhhhhh!"

"I hate talking twice. If you have sinned, of course you will pay for it."

"Three, three?"

"Yes, it's worth it. If you cooperate with one experiment, I'll let you go safely."

If I could cooperate and get out of here, I would cooperate on anything. Being invalidated does not invalidate the process leading to death. It was never a specification to die in pain of being knifed.

"It's good to be cooperative, and it's good for you, and it's good for both of us. It's not a great experiment. As you can see, I used the book for combat, and I have one question."

"What... what is it?"

"Attack."

Items do not have Attack or Defense stats. It was just a limit to estimating grades and materials. And the best way to do that is to use it directly in combat.

If a quarter of a normal normal normal Black Orc is stuck to the arm, half of the magic grade black is stuck when you apply the same force, and the razor-grade black arm is cut off completely.

The man who came to that point soon came to some conclusion and began to tremble a little. And before I even said anything, a bloody book fell on a man's forehead.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

It was a funny scene.

It was natural to laugh at the book as a weapon. However, this was not the case at all for the parties. Grade calibration and books are not faulty. As long as they are strengthened, the books in the hands of the Holy Spirit are brick and stone.

No, it's steel, not bricks. When you hit a person's head with a lump of book-shaped steel, you no longer smile.

Blood splashes and screams come out that I can't understand. While the white teeth were mixed and scattered between the red blood, Seonghun, who was waving the book hard, finally stopped moving. The man who was already on the ground was in a situation where he didn't even move.

"Not suitable for weapons. If you use blunt force, you won't be able to use it, but Richie won't be able to do it, and he won't be able to load it properly. I don't know if it's a pacemaker."

It's hard to use books directly in combat. However, this battle gave me a lot of information. Weapons are a little low, but I think I can use them as a 'shield'.

'I can't live without a book, so if I don't have to hold the book myself, I can have the same effect as if I were holding it myself. If you move to the back of your hand in an urgent situation, you could use a small shield of your size.'

[Qualification has ended. "Ghost" and "Carrier" have passed the qualification. Congratulations]

"Frozen? Two?"

I thought it was all over without leaving, but when Seong Hun looked back and saw someone walking out of the stadium and running away as if they saw a ghost. I didn't see his face, but it wasn't difficult to infer who he was from the outside. Surprisingly, he was the first man to fall on Sung-hoon and pass out.

"I was ignorantly forgetting."

With his sword in his hand, Seong Hun, who covered the book, began to pluck out the embellishment and blood that was in his suit. It cost me a fortune, and I bled like a drop of water in a friendship to see if it was even waterproof. Of course, the white shirt inside is bloody.

"Hey! Can you play the next game?"

[Of course. Please wait.]

The bodies that were piled up in the arena soon began to scatter into white particles, and the reduced stamina and manoeuvrability began to fill up perfectly again. And soon people began to appear in the light.

People who had no idea what had just happened here were either paired up with each other or wandering around curiously.

'Good.'

It was not a pervert who felt joy in murder. It was the joy of Sung-hoon to know that he was getting stronger in real time.

This opportunity was not uncommon.

It was never easy to find out that you could fight the Inverted Warriors, not relying on your instincts or attacking monsters at last. Maybe you can't save this opportunity by giving me money.

[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]

Phew.

The battle begins again with a cheerful sound.

… what would it feel like to hit someone with a book?

Well, I wish I could paint, but I don't have any talent for that. Suit + book on the left hand + sword on the right hand Like playing a musical instrument, the battle of dancing is the motto, it is not necessary to express it!!!!