How the Villain Lives

12. I love disaster movies

Thirty of them were moving forward at regular intervals. Everyone was holding the weapon strongly and looking around with anxious eyes. Those who formed a vicious atmosphere that no one would ever see if it took time began to disappear beyond the mountains, and after some time the ground began to recede.

Like a scene in a horror movie, the owner of the arms and body that came out of the ground was the Holy Spirit.

"Heh! Damn, this isn't worth it either."

Sung-hoon, who was robbing the dirt and clothes that came into his mouth, began to wander around in a clandestine gesture. I wasn't just going back. I was setting traps all over the place as I moved. In the last ten days, Sung-hoon has acted like a villain who can come out of movies or fiction.

Simply killing someone you meet, detoxifying a well, or setting up a brutal trap is clearly an act that falls into the category of evil. But technically, that is an obvious evil that anyone can do.

Sung-hoon has so far not hesitated to sacrifice or use others to think of himself as evil. He thought he was bad enough. However, during this survival mission, I was shocked that the idea was completely overturned. The contents of 500 evil series missions were like a guide to evil that Sung-hoon had never thought of before.

So far, if we just look at the results before our eyes and do the primary evil, we can now guess and notice the repercussions and chain reactions that the evil will cause.

'Besides, it doesn't just stop at knowing.'

Pot!

Sung-hoon lowered his posture and reached his destination.

A wooden book woven from a giant pond and its own tree. What was in it were thirty people who had sufficiently surpassed it. However, if anything unusual, it was that about a third of the people lay in the shadows and suffered from it. It was hard to see that even those who stood up in good health were sitting on trees with quite a lot of sweat, and they were keeping a close watch around them.

'It's even weirder to be fine now that you're chronically poisoned.'

It's been ten days since the mission began.

I've been drinking poison for the last ten days, so I can't stand it. Of course, at the end of the third day, people noticed that something was wrong. I've been drinking water for three days and resting enough, but my health is decreasing. Rather, the people who had eaten only with the food in the inventory because of the seaweed in the forest were more healthy.

However, even though I know the water is strange, I can't stand it without drinking it. Drinking doesn't kill me right now. There is no anomaly in the body. Those who had not been drinking water for some time were forced to continue drinking that curious water.

Interference.

Sung-hoon made several lightning bolts and flames with amulet technology and immediately started to light arrows with a short bow out of the inventory. And I let go of the demonstration without hesitation.

Cheer up!

The person who was in a coma and exhausted turned into a particle of light with a single arrow and disappeared. And as soon as it followed, fires and lightning began to gush out.

"Hostile! They're coming in again!"

"Everybody up! Stop the weapon!"

"Argh!"

"Boo, it's on fire! My body's on fire!"

There was already a sight like hell in it. Some people threw themselves into the pond, saying they would live, and others didn't even give up, as if they had given up. However, Sung-hoon looked around with trembling eyes and found something and came straight down the tree.

"Everyone dies!"

It was Sung-hoon who smashed the wood together with the roaring screams of the forest. However, the appearance was very different from usual. The heavy armor and thick helmets used by tankers, and what was heard on both arms, were massive battle axes.

"Die! Die! Die!"

The appearance of a warrior waving an axe like crazy, repeating the words to die, was horror itself. However, people were not just being held incompetent. Incidentally, the place where he jumped in was still a place where people could fight because of his strength.

"Argh! All warriors are good, so stop them!"

"Hang in there! Just hang in there and the expeditions will come back!"

He was a pearl-looking warrior, but when everyone's strength was united, a somewhat inferior picture began to be drawn. Rather, there was a slightly prevailing gamma. But it was all just a vain hope. The difference between Sung-hoon and their power was so great, even though they were wearing heavy armor and helmets they were unfamiliar with and heard of battle axes they had never used.

If their body had been normal, they might not have been pushed without at least restraint, but even less than half their usual stamina had dropped their power by half or a quarter.

But right now, people are undoubtedly holding out against Sung-hoon.

Kwung!

A fairly sturdy looking throwing mace flies and twists the heavy armor on his shoulder. Seeing the tail of the mouth twisting without covering the helmet, people began to squeeze a little harder and attack Sung-hoon.

'It's time to step back.'

Kung!

Swinging the axe in his hand strongly transversely, the people nearby retreated. Sung-hoon, who threw his axe strongly in front of the gap, shouted aloud.

"That's enough! Everybody out!"

Of course, I didn't have the jaw to have a colleague.

However, the time that the Holy Hun came in was so short, and the spheres of fire and lightning, which had fallen in chronological order some time after another, suddenly disappeared as soon as he said that the Holy Hun would fall.

It was certainly a situation that could be thought of as several raids.

"Hahaha!"

"Don't miss him!"

"No! Don't go after him! What do you want the rest of us to do?"

"Damn it! Turn off the wood fire!"

It was a wise choice not to chase after him. If I chased him out, I would have suffered more damage through the trap that Sung-hoon set up. I defeated the raid safely, but the only wound was victory.

More than eight people died and survived, but with that brief encounter, they fell into extreme exhaustion. One person who looked at him with a stubborn eye murmured with stubbornness.

"Everyone who stays like this is going to die."

Boom! Boom! Kung!

Coincidence!

The usual flimsy gestures came on, but Seonghun began to dash forward ignorantly. All the branches in that trajectory were broken and the footprints on the ground were so deep that even those who had not mastered tracking techniques could easily follow behind them.

After running for a while, Sung-hoon realized that no one would be chased from behind and slowly stopped and returned the armor he wore to his inventory.

"Hmm, eight, maybe a little more."

I could have killed all the people who were there if I had just the heart. However, Sung-hoon did not do so. What you're doing right now wasn't just a murder. If it had been for the purpose of killing, I would not have lifted my armor and axe in the first place, nor would I have attacked with arrows and magic in the first place.

What I'm doing now was planting the seeds of doubt and dispute.

The place where Sung-hoon is currently heading was the place where there is the largest union of survivors nearby.

Soon after traveling for less than an hour, Sung-hoon looked around and climbed up the tree with a smile. Shortly after I took out the book and started reading it to activate the skills of an adolescent, I began to hear the words of faint people.

'It's a gift for a good boy.'

Tuck.

The Holy Hun, who had just carefully laid down the food from the hunt under the tree, stared at the approaching people, killing their breath. And from the beginning, the people who arrived under the tree with the holy smoke as they knew it, murmured as they looked at the food on the floor.

"Oh, you're still here today, right?"

"I told you! You can get food here."

"What? Who brought this food here?"

My body aches...

I went to the reserve yesterday, and I woke up one night, and my ankles and shoulders are aching. It sounds like a nonsense, but there's definitely a great wizard in the Korean Ministry of Defense.

A great wizard who hangs time and mental magic in the army and decreases fitness magic in the military uniform. I tried so hard, but you didn't even let me leave early. Cruel assistants.