How the Villain Lives

18. Apparently…,

All about fifty people stood in front of the mission station with their heads up and down.

The peculiarity was that all but one of the two middlemen were carrying the same weapon in the same outfit.

These were the newly created myths of the Union this time. A battle group of 35 modifiers with high stamina and aggressiveness, and 15 wrestlers who can use agile moves and archery. If anything unusual, the twenty-two clans in the mythology are not part of one guild, but are an organization that follows the orders of the 'Union'.

Of course, the most influential of them must be Hatefin.

"Whew, when did you raise those kids and make them human?"

The heterosexual muscle who was assigned to Mythological Corps No. 4 sighed as the NPC retraced its mission. It was good to get the job of peak examination after the second awakening, but since then, I haven't felt very good because I've been behind the children who can't even get ahead of me. I thought I could use the examination, which is the next stage of the inspection, and join the class B mission.

Of course, mythology was not such a worthy member. They uniformed their outfits and weapons to reduce unit prices, but what they were wearing were armor called black iron armor and wreathletic clothing. Heavy Lance, the weapon, and the cheerleader were also items of magic intermediate grade. Moreover, they also learned what they could call sophistication.

It was growing incredibly fast for a short time. Especially when you're in a group war, you can see that you've already made Joe act deliberately.

"Class D Mission, please clear Orc Village."

"Class D Mission Orc Subdivision has been cleared. Come back safely!"

At the end of the speech, the heterosexual muscles and more than 50 mythologies were all gone. I could say that the disappearance of dozens of people at once was spectacular, but since there have been so many people going on missions as a group recently, no one has noticed that. No, not exactly.

A man sitting in a teahouse a little further from the mission station drinking coffee seemed to be thinking about something, and he took out a little notebook and started writing something down.

'From morning to lunch, the number of movements of that mythical group totalled 4, a trillion and 50, so there were only a total of 200 people here. Otherwise, there were several movements of people who seemed to be armed groups who did not know their names. I can't measure my skills... For now, I don't know.'

Argh, Argh.

"Refill!"

The NPC approached and followed the coffee again as he lightly raised his hand and shouted. A few hot coffee-handed hot tortillas were biting the sandwich into his mouth and only slightly moving his eyes around.

'Two at the front, three at both sides, two at the rear. It's three more than morning. Have you been here too long?'

I was disguising myself as an ordinary prosecutor with a proper ladder armor, but it was so unnatural.

A real ordinary prosecutor wouldn't sit in a carpet for this long. It wouldn't have been so easy if it had been Japan. I must have been sneaking around using topography that was closely resembling the inner house, or I would have been spying in disguise. Unfortunately, however, this was Korea.

Korean has been heard as a roughly deaf friend, but the conversation was not at a good level. To avoid getting lost, we have been talking in words, and using English only to hide our identity. But I also wanted to feel like it was a sad limit now. It was only a little over three days since I entered the city, but I was also sending blinkers of suspicion about outsiders around me.

After finishing the calculations, Hanzo got up from his seat and began to walk down the creepy alleyway with familiar steps, and as he moved, the people around him began to follow him. However, when I entered the alley, all I could see was a dead end where no one existed. When people who looked at each other once began to disappear with a stiff face, a trillion appeared as one side of the wall collapsed.

"Not enough secrecy, but you're going to hit me that hard? I should write this down, too."

Han Jo, who changed from the prosecutor's outfit to the archer's outfit, left the alley for a while and went out. Of course, even though there were people watching, it was easy to hide just by being buried among the crowds.

His real name wasn't Hanzo Hottori.

However, after falling into this world, I have tried to change my name to the famous ninja, Hottori Hanzo, who actually existed since I was not able to actually use the power that existed only in my imagination. It may seem somewhat ridiculous, but it wasn't that rare among Japanese. Some people change their names or develop abilities similar to those of the famous cartoon characters, such as Kakarotra or Inuyasha or Naruto.

On the other hand, the person who actually existed more than the person of processing would be calmly modest with one motive. Han Jo's job is welcome. Direct combat abilities are not enough to call them secondary Awakeners, but a vast array of abilities and hideouts are almost exclusively positioned. In recognition of his abilities, he was sent to scout South Korea's cities. Hanzo, who looked through the notebook with a crooked mouth, felt it was time to go back.

I finished everything I could investigate in a short period of time anyway. In the eyes of Han Jo, who was contemplating calling his men hiding everywhere, a man came in.

"Oh, I'll buy this potion then, yes."

A man in a simple outfit who could be anywhere. I was a little concerned about wearing a mask, but it wasn't that surprising. Some bandit users wear masks, others wear glasses for cool, and others wear helmets. There was only one reason Han Jo was surprised to see him.

"What is he? You're very strong, aren't you? '

One of his skills, Risk instinct, is to instinctively feel the abilities of a person who is much stronger than himself. Skill that is classified as Unique Intermediate because it does not activate against people equal to yourself or weak, but has an unusual ability to recognize the abilities of a strong person in detail that cannot be recognized in the normal way.

"Wow, that's ridiculous. If you feel this way, you can almost view the total stats as exceeding 2000. Is that possible? '

"Yes, well done."

As I greeted him and looked at the man walking that far, Hanzo decided to sneak behind him. Those who went out examined their identity separately, but Hanzo, who hid in someone else's shadow and went out with them, began to chase behind a man who ran on a horse.

The actual combat power was barely comparable to that of the 1st Awakener, but I felt confident enough to catch up with it.

'I don't know what you're trying to do, but if you're that strong, you won't be so bad as to find out.'

"Hmm, do you feel bad? I feel like I'm following something from before."

Of course, I didn't have anyone to follow, but I was riding a horse and running in power, and where would anyone follow me? There was no way Sung-hoon wouldn't notice.

After all, Sung-hoon, who simply passed it by mistake, took the mask out of his arms and put it on and wrapped it around the hero's cloak.

"It's time to get dangerous, so I'm going to take care of it."

I was going to give food and drinking water to the Japanese who were buried and forgot. They must not die now. No, even if they died, the relationship between Korea and Japan was greatly twisted, so they had to continue to live unless things were to be dealt with this much.

The place where they were buried was quite far from the synagogue. It was unavoidable because it was near Japanese cities and untapped cities. Soon after, Seong Hoon, who had found a large tree, smiled at the side of his mouth.

It was clear that it was a small dune, a tree, and a place that he had made.

"... Urban! Ugh!"

"H-save me..." "

As I approached him with my horse, I began to hear a faint voice.

"Was that what I wanted to see? I should have come sooner."

"Ah, ah…."

"Are you so happy that you can't even speak? Ugh."

Sung-hoon, who smiled brightly at those who were looking at him with lively eyes, took the ashes out of the inventory and began to bite again. The warrior has been cutting ashes with his teeth for a long time, and the ashes of others seem to be cutting them a little.

The surprises were that everything seemed healthier than I thought.

"Have I underestimated the health of users? Or is it because you don't lose your stamina by moving uselessly?"

Secondary awakening of the best talented person

3 unique skills categorized as Screening, Stat Bonus Bread, Maximum Potential for Growth.

Secondary awakening of a person with extra talent at the listening level

3 first-class Nano-infrared skills, a fairly high stats bonus and the lowest potential for growth.