How the Villain Lives

21. Giant of heathens.

Wouldn't it be better to be on the takeover side than the takeover side?

And even if you stand on the side of the snatcher, if you are stronger, there will be more options.

"Let's go back! Starting tomorrow, you will have to carry out a Class D mission personally, so you can be firm!"

In the words of SeongHun, people nodded with a stiff expression. For them, Sung-hoon was not just a supervisor or a mercenary at work. They would be unconscious, but through thorough selection and education, they would have as much loyalty and faith as the soldiers of the northern country, somewhere else.

If the Holy Spirit commands, some may enter the pit of fire without hesitation. Of course, even though they had a loyalty close to faith, the Holy Spirit did not treat them sincerely. Their existence is just a handwriting anyway. Whether it was available anywhere was the criterion for classifying people.

It was only a defeat that even Mirina's employees had to deal with.

At least if there's someone out of that category who can take it a little seriously, it's Eli.

Who knows beyond the mask that Sung-hoon is wearing, and who can be seen to resemble himself.

A rogue villain who deceives others and eats lies. Who can you really treat like that?

'It doesn't matter what others think or what the process is. What matters is the outcome. Only the outcome that I win is important.'

Quajijijijijic!

Sutton, no, dozens of tons, the man who took the giant golem's fist head-on, bounced back as it were. A man made of continental shelf was already a shameless force, but a man with a special occupation 'Ogre' did not die.

Rather, there was incontinence near Golem's fist. And the people who were nearby began to rush without missing the gap.

"You bastards! Stick to it! Take it with you and buy yourself some time! '

"Mister, fuck, how do I catch that thing! I can't!"

Even if a human came out of a boat with a swollen liver, he wouldn't think of running to a giant golem the size of a building. Even if that golem approaches and beats with his finger, man has a high chance of dying instantly. Some who encouraged hesitant people frowned.

But someone opened their mouth before a bitter sound came out of their mouth.

"They don't know what they're talking about. Slaves must act like slaves. 'Charge and grab the enemy's foot.'"

An audible voice. However, the effect of that voice was never lighter.

An order has been issued.

Increases all stats by 5%

Container rises.

You get excited.

If you do not carry out the command, you will be subject to a 'curse'.

"Puck! Yes, let's kill them all!"

"Die! Die! Die!"

Those who started to charge towards the enemy with red bloody eyes. No, can we really call them people?

Green body, hairs all over, skin with strange colors, and enlarged muscles. Rather than being human, the struggle between the attackers and the Golems has become more like a battle of monsters.

Some of them were breathing like they were resisting orders, but soon they began to rush towards the golem by grasping their bodies.

"Beasts don't understand words. I can't believe you had to whip me like this."

Afron's murmuring, which stands in a relaxed attitude like a walk, causes people around him to frown marginally. But no one pointed that out of their mouths. It's not because Jack Apron is the man who rules New York. Because everyone here was his slave. It was never meant to be analogous.

They were literally 'slaves' and Jack Apron was the 'master'.

Jack Apron's job was originally a magician.

However, by the time he completed his first compulsory mission, his job had changed. Obtaining one of the mission rewards in perfect form, he completed his transfer as a special occupation, 'Demon King'.

The Demon King's direct combat power was not so great. However, the Demon King's special abilities were truly palpable.

& Decommissioning

Rating: Elite ()

Type: Active

You can enter into a shareholder agreement. The seed promises loyalty in exchange for the power of the Demon King, and the Demon King becomes stronger as his power grows.

Shareholder's Agreement: When a shareholder's agreement is entered into, the Demon King is allowed to make a unilateral order against the seed. There are severe penalties for failing to carry out orders.

Dirty Blessing: You can assign a special job to the seed. Special Occupations have strong but severe penalties (Possible Special Occupations: Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, Ogres)

Cloudy Concentration: Every time the number of seeds increases, all abilities are increased (50: 1)

It could have been treated as an enormous skill that could have become invisibly strong in the absence of an elite superior skill and a limit on the number of seeds available.

It was nice to see that no one could enter into a master contract because the job that was given was strange and like the name of a monster. Even if you somehow collect people, you barely have to collect 50 people to get stats of 1.

It's a kind of gluttonous skill.

'But...'

This man succeeded in brilliantly changing his skills.

When the field opened and the presence of other cities was revealed, Afron began speaking as a ranker.

"In this situation, there's no one in this place who's going to live with human rights violations, is there? Of course I don't respect other people's opinions. Even if we help each other and laugh Hahaha Ho, we won't laugh or laugh openly. But I mean, let's just be honest."

"How many survivors are there right now? Obviously, it was significantly less than the first time. We don't know if it's gods or aliens, but our numbers are shrinking because of those who brought us here. You don't think you're going to live with the situation at the time without such a clear plan?"

"When things change, times have to change. moral, human rights, moral, legal, human dignity, I want you to put that aside for a second and listen to me. Understood?"

And then...

"What are you doing? The ants are holding their feet hard and you're just watching because you're dumb?"

"Oh, no."

A woman waiting behind her arms as she looked at the men who were running with their weapons out of hand followed the glass of wine. She was a powerful prosecutor and it was clear that if she went into battle directly, she could reduce many of the victims, but she never stepped up.

She was a first-class citizen and they were slaves.

"You still haven't broken through 40,000?"

"I'm sorry, but there's been a rebellion. There are still so many rebellious people who don't know the subject.."

"Shall we kill them all?"

She swallowed a little drowsiness.

The number of people currently awaiting treatment in prisons is slightly over 20,000. Their lives are now determined by this conversation.

"There is a considerable shortage of slaves used for citizens' welfare, security, mercenaries and knives. To keep the noise from coming out, leave it alone..."

I said this, but I can't predict what will happen. Apron was a man who boiled like a pervert. There was no way to convince everyone around him if he ate differently.

Fortunately, there was no major problem this time.

"I have to increase my abilities, but I can't kill them. If you can't be patient, what's different about the beast? Oh, I think we got it all."

Looking at the golem that was turning into ordinary rock and starting to collapse, Apron began to approach with a bright smile. The number of people killed in this battle is 250. I may not have done this much damage if I had mobilized a skilled ranker, but I didn't do it on purpose.

It was because if you shatter it, you won't get the object you were aiming for. The heart of the flame that you are aiming for can only be obtained by capturing the Golem's nucleus without breaking it. Afron, who began to search the pile of stones with a bright face, frowned on his forehead.

"You don't have one, do you?"

Elite uniforms may be available, but this is not the target.

It is impossible for a person tied to a principal relationship to violate his or her orders, even though he or she thought someone might not have them. As far as he is concerned, there is no other person or guild who carried out this mission in New York.

".. Oh, so someone hit the player?"

Those near you who looked at Afron, who smiled brightly, trembled without even knowing it.

Because of the theology that began with the opening ceremony, the closure became very long. In fact, it is not time to write as it is still in the midterm period, but... I think it is irregular to let it continue again. Ugh...