How the Villain Lives

24. Stations at stations.

"Grouch."

Grill roaming the city without a destination map. There is no intelligence, but the instinct to instinctively detect and attack a creature is a living one. Individual abilities are higher and better than regular zombies, but even such a grill walks upright and immediately starts to turn around as if it feels something. Clock towers that look more dreadful with light coming in from everywhere.

Some people looked confident, as if they had no intention of concealing themselves, but not only Goul, but other undead approached. Instinctively. If there were only one or two humans, they would have rushed, whether they were dead or not.

If you keep pushing one, two, two, four, four, and eight, you can eventually make them your companions. Beyond them, however, there is something more frightening than a human being in that darkness.

"Grrrrr...."

Gould, who vomited the sound of fear crying, began to stumble and disappear to the other side of the city, and the people standing around the clock tower began to converse with wonder.

"Isn't the Undead Monster just running right away?"

"But as far as I'm concerned, It's not like any of us have a priest. Why did he run away?"

"Are these ordinary people here? I've been dragged to Bourne's house for a long time, but I can't let one undead fool me."

"Yeah, well, I'll be the strongest, though."

"What is it?!"

Race, country, spoken language, gender, and others soon made the impression of living as if they were fighting, but soon everyone shut up in a word that someone had said.

"That way, we all lose to a guy named Jack, and we're on the subject here."

"……."

"Let's be careful."

"... Shit, let's leave it at the end of this mission. I'll make sure you pay for it."

They may have been beaten one-on-one, but they didn't have the power alone.

I thought it would be easy to deal with Jack by mobilizing colleagues, party members, and guilds who aren't here. You just have to put up with it until then.

As I thought about it, I could see something sparkling from a place that was halfway across the wall.

What is it?

Sneaking around, I didn't think anyone else would notice. It was a sign that only he could see, transmitting light instantaneously where it was subtly obscured by broken building debris and obstacles.

Thoughtful clarity began to slip away from somewhere, naturally lightly brushing his back.

"Where are you going?"

"Hmph, I think I saw something strange, so I want to see it for a second."

"I hope you don't come back for this king. It makes me feel bad when the Chinese are by my side."

"... be careful. I only look at it once as it is a situation."

"What are you going to do if you don't?"

The blue-eyed pupil glitters into the white man's poetry, and Clearness starts to move away from it, pretending that she has never heard of it before. If they had the same purpose or had minimal co-consciousness, they would not have tried to send clarification alone if they had the slightest enthusiastic will to do so.

But they are all those who were not brought to Bourne by compulsory methods. Those who were not willing to deal with the order but rather thought that Jack's work would not be solved in their hearts were the placenta.

I can't deal with it with combat power, but in terms of application or flexibility, there were forces close to zero here today.

'Why do I look like this...?'

Other teenage kings challenged class A fields when they challenged class S fields to act like their own tattoos. It was such an unfortunate clarity.

"It was definitely like the light was shining at this point. I don't know who it is, but come out. I want to avoid useless killing."

A man pops out in the dark as he aims for the Taekwondo Sword. The moment I saw the black suit, the magician's cape, and the geometric mask on my face, the clarity was slightly relaxed.

"It was you. I remember the name was... Ghost or something?"

"Nice to meet you. Last time I became hostile to Bourne, I didn't really have a face. Turns out you haven't even heard the name yet."

"It's called clarity, and it's not an injury. Rather, I should be thankful for feeding him. Why did I call you before that? Aren't we supposed to meet here today?"

More than 60 people, including Clearness, surrounded this clock tower and its surroundings. All of them were drawn in the name of responding to the situation that would arise when trading with Jack Apron and the Ghosts.

Each was the highest ranker in a city, so the power was strong enough to deal with even the strongest in a city.

"Of course, but there's still some time left. I'd like to ask you a few more questions, but can't you answer them?"

"What?"

"Tell me the truth. Don't you want to press Jack Apron's nose back?"

"I don't want to. But I can't tell you."

"Because you signed a contract?"

"You know very well."

"You don't have to worry so much about it, Hugh."

Sung-hoon slowly walked towards the clearing and spread his index finger.

"If you're talking to me like this, I don't think you're allowed access or conversation at all. Guess what? He doesn't talk to me or give me information. It's kind of a contract, isn't it?"

"You know very well."

"So you don't think something's wrong? You can get out of there and you can just talk to me like this, and you can be considered as having enough internal communication."

"... Huh?"

As soon as he heard that, he frowned as if he had realized something.

"Wait, what is it? No wonder it's a contract or something. Was it simply empty?"

"I don't think so. I can't hold that many people in a vacuum. The contract itself is real. The problem is with the perspective of interpreting it. It is not at all treacherous of Jack to inform you of the contents of the contract here."

With his second finger extended, Sung-hoon spoke in a shameful voice, like a demon whispering to a helpless man who knows nothing.

"It's about the contract anyway. If you ask Jack, he'll let you know. It's not that great. If you're so reluctant, why don't you talk to yourself or mutter? I'm going to be deaf."

Seeing her hands covering her ears, she remained silent for a while and said.

"We don't attack each other directly or indirectly, we can attack them as a party defense, I only follow his orders for a week. Attacks are also forbidden among others, but the defense of the party is established, and since the last time I met you, nothing has been added."

"I see, Huhu, thank you."

"But why are you asking me this?"

"To fuck Jack, of course."

Sung-hoon began to smile with his mouth closed. The truth was so funny that I wanted to abduct him like this, but I could barely bear it. Jack's terms were too lax.

At first glance, I felt like I was hitting the target perfectly, but if anyone likes to hit the back like Sung-hoon, loose conditions can also be broken with a small hand.

'I don't think Jack knew this loophole unless he was really stupid, so maybe this is the limit of his skill.'

Even if you have a simple trading agreement, you can include a clause to fill in a few A4 sheets. If you contract like that, you can tie the target more perfectly, but there was one reason why you didn't.

'There must be a limit to the skill itself called a legitimate contract.'

If you can increase the number of conditions indefinitely, a legitimate contract can be the best scam skill. In order to prevent it, the number of conditions that can be set in the skill itself will be determined. Naturally, it is written comprehensively to make the opponent mistaken and shrink himself, or the woman of interpretation would have written a free word.

It's good.

If you think of it as a reverse limb, you can get a sense of how lax Jack is using a legitimate contract. Based on him, Sung-hoon smiled as he became increasingly persuasive.

"Qing Qing, what if I had a way to fuck Jack?"

The bright pupils glittered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hmph, another protagonist of the day came and went out."

"What?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies and gentlemen, and it's a pleasure to see you in a city with so few strong men."

"... What, this guy?"

Everyone was embarrassed by the fact that one arm was placed on the chest and the other behind the back, and the lightly bent torso. The person who tried to say something about an exaggerated move, such as a play, put a mask on his face and shut up.

"From the lunatic to the one wearing the mask now?"

"I've seen a guy in a mask trying to hide his identity, but it's ridiculous that he can't even close his mouth."

The appearance of a suit and a mask was more embarrassing than imaginable.

"Thank you for your compliments. I'm really sorry for all of you who came here because of me. Can we go up like this?"

"Yes, go up to the top."

"Thank you for letting me know."

As Sung-hoon climbed the stairs in a hesitant move, he took a deep breath and looked around. I didn't like any of them, but there was at least one match.

That was hostility to Jack.

"Wait, I have something to tell you..."