How the Villain Lives

13. Doubtful ears,

I was expressing my feelings, but in the meantime, everyone was the same as taking food. The people who looked at each other with a strange homogeneity began to burst back to the way they each came with food, and Sung-hoon began to follow after them at the slowest pace possible. After a while, their arrival was quite shabby, but a place to call a village.

I cut down a tree that was clumsy, but not a jigsaw puzzle, and I built a wooden cabin that could provide enough protection, and I built a humble hut in the museum as well. It was a shabby shape to see the villages of Orcs, but it was impossible without the ability of users to build these villages in such a short time.

There was still no secret for Sung-hoon to enter beyond that book in the twilight of the sun. Instead, it is possible to climb a tall tree and look inside the village. Overall, everyone seemed exhausted, but there was no sign of hunger or inability to eat properly. If it was natural, it was natural.

'Even if I brought you enough food, you'll have more than 400 servings.'

Even if the food delivered is secretly dropped nearby, 400 servings are exceeded. Some were hunted by Sung-hoon, and some were gathered by the dead. Even though the guardian angel and invisible hand line mission were completed by giving this much food, it was far below the limit of 50 true evil mission, so there was no problem.

And this virtue, not the precedent, was increasingly exercising its effect.

"Eight?"

"Yes, what happened to the others?"

"Searches have found food for 30 people. Eat a little less and people here will eat enough."

I handed over the food I had collected to someone and the food started to pile up in the warehouse in the corner. At first glance, these people seemed to be the best. I was able to build villages of this size and provide food.

However, this was a group created by the half-Holy Hun.

The current group of survivors is divided into two broad categories.

The first is a group that is trying to be self-sufficient, preferably. Of course, it wasn't done with people like Ho Ho. Those who retaliate sufficiently when others attack, but do not attack first. Most people were not eating properly and were tired, but they were becoming more and more adept at living in the forest.

Even grass and bark were being peeled and eaten, or even animal flesh was becoming strong enough to chew.

The second is the same group that we see now. The death of grass and bark that will vomit immediately after eating, fruits that can't be found even if you wander around all day, animals that can't cook properly even if they catch diarrhea. On the contrary, a person can be supplied with a great meal that is not even comparable if they close their eyes and do it once.

When Sung-hoon thought about it, of course he thought there would be a second group of killers, but the reality flowed differently.

Few people had fallen because they had not eaten properly, but only a few had committed murder with their own swords. I didn't know if it was because of conscience, or because of retaliation, or because of Dory, but more and more people started trying to get up with their own power.

"There's no surprising group of killers?"

As oil flowed, Sung-hoon realized that and began to work slowly.

He disguised his identity and brutally raided other groups and drove the food from them to the right group in a variety of ways, making them stronger and stronger. The result was this.

"But less and less food is found?"

"I'm running out of food in about two days."

"Then again...."

"... You should do that."

People who were somewhat accustomed to the island were easily eaten and tamed to excellent food. Hunting people is easier and rewarding than eating tasteless fruits or meat that can be hard to get on the island. These were turned into the perfect group of murderers.

It's really funny.

People who had to throw in enough food changed perfectly in a few days. Sung-hoon, who took out the map and detailed the geography and structure of the village, disappeared into the forest.

Boom!

"Everyone who stays like this is going to die! What the hell are you talking about?"

"Calm down. Everyone here has the same idea."

"I know you're upset, but would you all calm down a little bit? Maybe the flies are twisting in a loud way."

"… Argh."

The six people gathered under the lightning tree looked at each other without concealing their uncomfortable faces. The leaders of the group, who included survivors of the larger or higher ranks nearby, were the ones who could not be treated with impunity.

Even if you lose, you will not be comfortable on this island. That calmed them down was the remark of a woman wizard, a migrant.

"It's okay, we have to go through more than three groups to get here."

"So? Why did you call us here?"

"It's simple. It's for the prowler."

"... What? Prolongation?"

In the words of migration, people look absurd. However, some looked at her with the expression that she heard a funny story.

"Proliferator, can I hear you a little more?"

"Just like I said. It looks like you're going to get yourself killed. Wouldn't it be better if we got married first?"

If someone else had said this, there would have been all kinds of words. However, when that opinion came out of her mouth, everyone began to take it rather seriously. No matter who said it, she was a woman who had a tremendous impact on the survival of the nearby groups.

Though it is annoying and a character who does not want to do difficult things, it is not as good as knowledge of survival. Her right to speak was quite strong, as she sorted out edible plants and helped fill the stomach that she had given to find the colony of fruit trees.

"But the reason we're creating a group and contacting people like this is so we don't kill other people in the first place, right? But now..."

"So you're going to die like this?"

"Do you really have to be so extreme? Even if you don't have to fight, there's a solution, right? Have a conversation, make a deal."

Having an all-out war is never an option.

Damage, whether won or lost, can never be eliminated. So war is the last resort. However, a man's rebuttal was forced to disappear by the words of a man in white armor.

"Dialogue? Convention? Even at lunch today, they ambushed eight people and injured seven. At first, the number of over a hundred people has now fallen to sixty. But you want me to talk to you?"

"Still.."

"Your group has no idea how cruel he is to the outside world. Shut up if you don't know anything."

It was migratory to sink the gradually heating atmosphere.

"No matter what others say, I will attack them no matter what. If we stay like this, we won't even be able to resist. If you keep doing this, even the power to resist will disappear."

"I like that sound. We have to hit him first before he gets hit."

"Object to the one you want to oppose. If we don't all go, I'll go alone."

The generations have already tilted. The man who realized that was forced to nod.

"Huhu, you idiots. What are you talking so much about? What about the members, what about the siege, what a headache."

Migration, the leader of a large group of over two hundred survivors, began to walk through the forest spitting. When the world seemed frightened, she suddenly saw things falling from the top and stepped back in surprise. But soon he realized that his identity was food and paper, and said as if nothing had happened.

"I thought you only show up at night, but you show up during the day?"

At the same time as she said, the black masked Holy Hun fell from the tree. The voice was artificial enough to notice that it had been tampered with openly, but she did not say anything.

"Hmph. Don't say anything useless. Read the note there."

"... What is this?"

After looking at the paper for a while, looking at Migration who was making a face that he didn't know what it was, Sung-hoon looked endlessly pathetic. Of course, I didn't show up because I was covered in masks.

You don't even know how to look at a map? Stupid and endless. '

I'm sorry I didn't make it to the weekend.

I came back, took a break, emptied my head, and I was surprised to see that I had made it through 100 copies, even if I had to do 100 commemorative acts. Of course, I was surprised at the 100-piece milestone, and I was surprised when Fan Art arrived in my inbox for the second time.

I can't believe this is the fanatic that Jon Zal painted for you. I'm going to have to do something in return. Right? Of course it is, isn't it?)

Thank you for sending me Fan Art. I will put it on the cover when 101 copies go up. Thank you to the readers for reading up to 100 copies. Thank you for sending me Fan Art. I can't take part in this because of your passionate support. (...) You will get shot, right?)