How the Villain Lives

24. Stations at stations.

Heh!

After opening the last door and throwing away the cards that were no longer needed, Sung-hoon looked around with a sharp glance and entered the search. I swept all the usable items everywhere and put them in my inventory and checked them thoroughly several times. He had a smile on his face that he was satisfied.

"You made quite a fortune. I was able to fill my inventory for three quarters."

The result of owning one dungeon's loot alone has never been full. Moreover, the quantity, as well as the quality, were not ripe.

You can find at least one Rare class, and one Elite Lesser Glasses inside. It was a very, very satisfactory past. Among the equipment that was originally worn, the boots had already been replaced with sneakers, making the movement feel lighter.

I'm a little close to the two loots inside, but now I've decided to leave them. It's not too late to pick it up later.

With a smile on his face, Seong Hun climbed up through the basement stairs and slightly frowned at the sunny sky.

"I thought it was a long time ago, but is it only lunchtime now?"

When I thought about bears, I realized that it wasn't that much time after that. In the dungeon, there was a feeling that he had proceeded with considerable haste and Sung-hoon came out of an empty room to collect items. As I moved in the warm sun, I was able to reach the location of the barbed wire that was cut last night. Sung-hoon was obviously tied up with a rope, but Sergei's group seemed to have opened up and left.

"Arghhhhhh!"

"Hmm, it bothers me when the zombies come...."

Blame it!

With a quick move, Sung-hoon, who ran towards the zombie, jumped to the building's sign as a support for the zombie's face. A city occupied by zombies would have been terrorized by ordinary people, but not by superheroes.

I don't know if there are hundreds or thousands of real people coming together like a movie, or if they're all around, but if they're not, you can just run around with a three-dimensional rooftop like this.

Especially signs and tubes were very good supports. With the cheek movement of a professional gymnast, Sung-hoon came up to the rooftop of the building and felt someone looking at him. I hurriedly leaned down and hid in the handrail, but the unpleasantness still didn't disappear.

"Chet, it's not night, so I can't help but..." "

If you want to avoid zombies, you have to move into the air. In other words, it stands out to people that much. Of course, the danger does not come immediately.

It is because there are different kinds of people, such as those who wander around thinking about taking part, such as Sung-hoon, and those who only carry out limited attacks with the aim of staying safe. It is extremely rare for people to attack others, whether because of conscience or ability.

They will not touch each other easily because they know that they are predators. In fact, most of the people who came in to take part in the hunt that Sung-hoon saw were not class S or higher.

Blame it!

After lowering his posture and quickly starting to jump, Sung-hoon soon started running around through the rooftops of the building. Soon, however, I felt strange.

'Are you following me?'

I was slowly following myself, not just watching.

Just in case, I wanted to speed up, but that side was also speeding up and was following me. The opponent was unhappy that the distance did not increase despite the considerable run.

"Shit, what the hell?"

It would have been better if I had made sure of the enemy, but it was not like that. I was more troubled because I simply followed and watched. By the way, following yourself like this means there is definitely a purpose.

"The story has to be face-to-face."

Seonghun, who suddenly turned around with a sudden acceleration, began to rush towards the mysterious chaser. Then, as he waited, he stopped chasing and began to run away in the opposite direction.

And so far, I've just been following, and I'm starting to shoot arrows at this side.

'Archer? It's too far. It's a disadvantage to me.'

The sign, which he was about to land, exploded and was smashed by an arrow that flew from a distance. If you hadn't slowed down the movement using the rapid stop, you would have been swept away by the explosion.

I may have tried magic, but I'm no better than an archer. Of course, I have mastered archery skills, but they are not comparable to professional archers because they are used to deter anyone.

After thinking about it, Sung-hoon kicked his tongue and began to lift the magical power of the whole body. I was going to show the gap to the clumsy stalker. I will give you a perfect distance at a speed you won't even be able to follow.

The speed of Sung-hoon using vaporization was more than double compared to just now. It wasn't long before I was able to overtake that archer.

"What the hell?!"

And after a while, I realized that the thought was wrong.

"Over there!"

"Grab your ankle! Spread restraining magic!"

'What the hell happened out there while I was in the dungeon?!'

It took only a few minutes to take out the archer. He said he would try to stop the arrow one way or the other, but he could easily shake it out because the distance in favor of the archer was that far away. The problem was then:

The wizard starts bombarding the archer from the front almost without a scratch. After an endless struggle that seemed to have nothing to do with running out of magical power, Sung-hoon turned around and began to flee. And that was the beginning of the situation.

People of all ages, genders, occupations and nationalities began to cling to themselves.

"Aim for the bridge!"

Besides, it was just surveillance at first, and now it's openly attacking. At least if it's a good thing, what's the point of trying to overcome it without risking your life?

'I don't know if I can call this a good thing.'

"Huh?"

A man who was swinging a sword engraved with the Tai Polar Pattern toward the Holy Hun hurriedly turned the trajectory of the sword when the Holy Hun came out to receive it naked without avoiding his sword. His purpose was to suppress, not kill, so he was embarrassed when the other person threw himself into deadly orbit and forced to draw his sword.

Kwajik!

The Black Dragon Armor's defenses, which lost its first momentum, bounced off without breaking through. The man who looked into the gaps and dug into it was embarrassed and raised his free left hand.

"Loser...."

"Stragglers freeze to death, Jab."

Puck!

Rock smashes the jaw, and the attack creates gold on the man's jawbone. As usual, acid should have been broken, but this is how it ends thanks to the increased defense of the ranker's flesh and skills.

He grabbed the body of a man who fell to the ground like a broken doll, spinning around as if dancing, but Seong Hoon frowned on his forehead and abandoned him and rolled right to the ground.

Qaaaaaah!

The magical sphere that passed between the man and the Holy Hun exploded, causing a gust of wind. An attack of power that doesn't matter whether you take a colleague hostage or not.

'No, are you actually a colleague?'

Why is it so subtle?

Clearly, they do not cause internal confusion as if they knew each other, but this does not mean that there is an efficient joint venture. Even though he was now one of the best in the city, he was somehow holding hands and feet with his outstanding senses, but it was as loose as stitching the whole place with a rag.

'First of all, neither did the response just now, and it is clear that it is not the purpose of killing me. Did Ellie have an accident?'

The only reason for this was Eli's lack of will to resist. He raised his arms and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but let's stop this futile fight. Why shouldn't we fight in the first place?"

There are already six people around here. Be prepared for everyday situations by conserving your HP and magic. It was a question I asked in my intention to attract time, but surprisingly, people who surrounded all around me were relaxed as if they were waiting for that response.

"We're not doing this because we want to."

"I don't want to. So you were asked or ordered by someone?"

"That's it. Our goal is to keep you here for now. I don't intend to attack you if you don't run."

When he heard it, Sung-hoon murmured, bowing his head and shoulders, as if he were playing a play. Despite that attitude, the opponents did not frown or frown.

'You're not really hostile to me. No, some people stepped down even though they had a chance to drive me away for sure. I follow orders because of the circumstances, but I feel like I've been dragged by force.'

Thought this might be an important clue to the situation, Sung-hoon approached the man who had broken his jawbone and began to sprinkle the potion.

"Argh... ooh!"

"Oh my, calm down. The wound didn't heal perfectly."

At first it was a man who was trying to resist, but he realized the atmosphere around him and just stood still. Most of the items from the laboratory were potion types, so Sung-hoon couldn't be too much of a burden.

"Well, thank you."

"I know you don't mean to be hostile to me. I mean, I hurt it somehow, but I'm going to hit it with a pitch wavelength."

"That, yes."

"Oh, is anyone hurt? I can give you about the potion."

The atmosphere was definitely fumigated by the attitude of Sung-hoon, who seemed not to care much even though he slashed his sword openly.

"It's okay. Only magic has been consumed. No one has been hurt."

"That's a relief. I tried to keep the situation in my hands as much as possible, but I was overwhelmed because the situation could result in unexpected injuries. Killing people without knowing the reason is never easy."

"... I see."

Some of them put down their weapons and put down their faces that they didn't like about the situation. In addition to wearing a mask when they saw him, this man was a manner player, a good man, known as a rare species just before extinction in The Mission's world.

I was guilty of persecuting a good man and helping a wicked man, even though there were circumstances.

'Chet, I was going to poison them all with paralytic poison and get out at once, but it's not that easy.'

As I put the potion in my arms and comforted my sad heart, Sung-hoon instinctively looked back. Feelings I've felt before.

A man who makes you feel fearless, disgusted, afraid, and so on. A blond man with a huge claymore is approaching with a feather-like twist.

"Hey! It's been a long time, Ghost! You know how much I wanted to see you in the meantime?"

'It was you.'

He took a small sigh, concealing the burning flesh in his heart. Of course, it was extremely instantaneous and he said with his arms open and his mouth raised. If someone had been able to check the inside of the mask, their mouth would have gone up, but their foreheads and eyes would have seen the rotten crown.

"Who's not? I was angry because I missed you so much."