How the Villain Lives

23. Monsters.

A ruined city that has shaped itself since the end of time. Moved but not alive, the place where the electricity came in was still in the dark, creating an even more pleasant atmosphere. For a man with a small wall, there was enough air in his heart to feel abnormal, but it wasn't necessarily like that.

The man who stepped on the street water and street lamps and shot arrows without looking back and chased after them fiercely, was crossing the city with spectacular skills and explosions.

The moonlight was illuminating the surroundings, so it was not difficult to gain sight, but it was extremely rare for this kind of fighting to occur in the middle of the night.

"Follow him! He's exhausted now! If you miss it, you'll die on me!"

"All right, shut up, I'm trying!"

"These bastards! You don't even know what you're talking about."

"Hmph, I feel so sorry for someone who's going to get hurt by that lame. Drive!"

Boom, boom!

The pile of debris in the corner began to move quickly, concentrating perfectly on the monster and the people who would be watching somewhere.

At first glance, it appeared to be a sunken cloth, a broken debris, added to the darkness of the night, so hidden that it would be unnoticed if it did not concentrate and see. Teresa was the first one to open her mouth.

"Hey.."

"What is it?"

"I think it was a dangerous situation... Shouldn't you help me?"

It was a ghost who stopped Teresa, who was somehow raising her bow to help a man who was being hunted to find out, even if only by more than four people.

It may have been a little strange to wear a mask, but the ghost was a really nice person when she saw it. He generously offers expensive potions for people who have no face to face and says he can help them by stepping forward. I had no idea that such a ghost would stop itself from trying to help.

"I'm like a chimney if you want to help me. But now it's night. I don't know who's watching that kind of combat and who's watching it from a distance beyond our reach."

"If you are Sergei here.."

"It might be easy for others to overcome the threat. But don't forget. We're already moving to save someone else. We don't know when the poison will seize and die, and we can't afford to take the time."

Sung-hoon stared at Teresa and said.

"I don't like being shy and getting out of the way. Whether the outcome is positive or negative, let's just try to relate it to what we can do with certainty. Go to the lab and find something useful to treat as much as possible. This is our goal now. Just think about this now."

"… Yes."

As Sung-hoon, who lightly stroked Teresa's shoulders, began to look down at the map, Boris, who was following him from behind, looked at his back and spoke to Sergei. Of course I wasn't just talking. One of the visionary skills of the unmanned person, the Electronic Voice, was handwritten so that they could only be heard by each other.

What do you think of that?

Very nice guy.

Be more specific.

I like being nice once, but in the meantime, I really like knowing how to look at reality. Peace is a few hundred times more important than those who shout because they don't have rat horns. Moreover, if you enter here, your combat abilities will be quite considerable, so I like that.

Sergei had a good impression of the ghost. Everything from the first meeting to the subsequent actions showed the same good thoughts, mindset, and the ability to speak and judge situations that concern others. Rather, it was enough to give face to Boris.

Then why don't you like it so much?

I never said I didn't particularly like it.

Sergey said with a frightening look.

Ha, did any of the people you think were nice ask you to skewer like this? Everyone you care about doesn't like it personally, or is it just the enemy?

It was what Sergei said.

Boris didn't have much interest in his allies, but on the contrary, he began to dig thoroughly for enemies or reluctant people.

I could guess what I thought of him just by burying him like this.

Boris, who heard Sergei, shut up for a moment and fell asleep.

There's nothing that doesn't suit you particularly in terms of the ghost impression, personality, and behavior. Rather, it is my favorite personality. But why do I feel so reluctant?

Boris, who had been thinking for a while, realized something as unrealistic and looked at the back of a ghost moving in the lead.

'What should I say, it's too perfect.'

Kind and considerate enough to be gentle and polite. But it's not like a howl, it's like an ideal appearance that hardly exists in reality. Moreover, the mask he was wearing also unconsciously pointed out that.

'Are you acting like you're wearing a mask and hiding yourself?'

Boris, who had thought about it, pushed the doubt into a corner of his head. There are possibilities, but they are only possible to some extent. When he treated those who were so filled with mistrust and wickedness, even his heart was bitten black.

You approach defenselessly and treat yourself with kindness, without even a hint of vigilance, just as you entrust your life to the best of Russia for acting? However, I didn't think there would be anyone who could "act" like this.

.. I guess I'm just a little nervous. You know, it's been a long time since I've seen a modern city like this.

In the end, Boris was forced to look around his heart with grief.

I've been crossing the city for quite some time. And finally, it was a park full of trees and bushes.

"Please hold this."

As Teresa, who was behind, grabbed the barbed wire, Sung-hoon pulled out the run-blade, lightly blackened it, and cut the barbed wire in a flash. Theresa couldn't even notice the barbed wire slashed by a clean dagger that didn't even make any noise.

"Miss Teresa. You can put the barbed wire down next to it. You've already been fired."

"Yu, Ghost is skilled at swordsmanship."

"Do you speak a pleasant sword to a detergent? Hmm."

"I'll take as many questions as I can from somewhere else, so let's move on now."

As Sung-hoon urged him to laugh, people quickly entered the barbed wire. On the other hand, Seonghun, who remained behind, took a barbed wire that had been cut off and began to sew it back into its original place with a rope.

"Why are you tying me up again?"

"In case someone sees you and follows you. You have to make sure of this."

Of course, it was hard to see that the barbed wire had been cut out if you didn't come near it during the day and even if someone passed by, you could reduce the possibility of coming in with an interest in the cut hole.

At first glance, it didn't seem that great, but I was getting more credibility by looking at the attention to detail like this.

"Now, let's move on."

"Relax. I don't think I've ever been in this park before."

Sergei whispered a little.

Although his words may be true, he made a rather loud noise because he was in the woods, but he didn't feel any strange tricks or spurts when he moved. Soon after pulling out the branches, the group stopped in front of the large angel fountain.

Though he may have made an artistic scene in the past, he was now rusty and turned into a mess and covered in vines, so it wasn't a good look. Then Sung-hoon again checked the map.

As I reached the place on the map, I began to see new writings as the map changed.

"Hmm, a secret laboratory of five floors in total."

"5th floor basement? Right here?"

"Yes."

There was only one person who could interpret the magic map corresponding to the Unique Intermediate level. Of course, reading approximate structures, traps, and content from the painting is possible, but it is impossible for the general public to get complete information. That's why Boris was even more surprised to see Sung-hoon reading the map.

'There is a lot of knowledge in swordsmanship and healing, even skills related to thieves? What the hell is he doing?'

The more I knew, the more my head hurt.

"Well, then, Mr. Sergey. Can you take that angel statue and move it to the side?"

"Huh? Move that thing?"

"Yes, there's a way down to the lab. I guess I'll just have to smash the statue when I get out."

"Hmm, really?"

Of course, Sung-hoon could have moved it himself, but here he left to measure Sergei's power a little bit. Just a few tons of reactions that show how to move that angelic image out would give us a reasonable estimate of strength.

"Argh!"

Very positive!

'Huh? Aren't you surprisingly strong?'

If it was too much force, it would have moved easily without paying too much tea. However, Sergei seemed to be quite strong, and the tendon was slightly raised and the floor was slightly frictional with the ground. I didn't even know it was an act to conceal power, but when I saw Sung-hoon, Sergei seemed to use his power in his own way.

Bloop! Bloop!

Rotten objects that were slightly above the sole of the shoe began to fall into the newly formed basement staircase. The darkness itself is invisible beyond limits.

Sung-hoon said, activating Light magic.

"Then let's go in."

I saw a lot of comments that made a lot of sense.

Sung-hoon is so ugly.

Jack Apron.

Yooseong-hoon.

.. Huh? This is pretty good.