How the Villain Lives

26. It's all the same.

As soon as it exploded, the atmosphere in the city was the worst. How can you say that such a desperate situation is coming without even a breath of relief? Especially those in the lower or middle ranks were serious enough not to have to talk.

It was like a man who could only live for a few days, relinquishing his life's desires, giving up all his efforts, and not looking at tomorrow as if he were enjoying pleasure. At least this was medicine. Overall, crime rates have risen dramatically in the city, and the task has not been properly handled, causing cracks all over the city.

The atmosphere began to appear to the Guild members of the Holy Hun, but the Holy Hun left properly before getting on the water properly.

"Don't let everyone get swept away by the atmosphere. It's a big risk, but eventually it dies to the end, but it won't work."

"But if you lose at least once, isn't that the end?"

"Lose? Why are you so negative? Have you forgotten who's here?"

Mirina, who is thought to be probably the most powerful of the top rankers. Eli, who specializes in assisting and tying dozens and hundreds of people together with a lot of magic, is a servant who no one can follow in many battles. Finally, the leader who leads this Guild while leading all those contenders. There was Yooseong Hun.

Whether you think of the objective power of this guild or not, people start to feel a little desperate, and without missing the timing, Sung-hoon walks next to you in time.

"Everyone, don't think of anything useless. Remember, you just have to leave it to me."

After approaching one person and grasping his shoulder and facing his eyes with certainty, Sung-hoon's words were truly authentic and people who were suspicious began to shake their anxiety after talking to Sung-hoon himself. And as I waited, a few people who were standing in the middle shouted the name of the Holy Hun, and the building started to choir, saying, "Go away."

Usually I would shout the guild's name or any slogan in a place like this, but even if I wanted to shout it, I couldn't shout it. Sung-hoon created a guild and gathered his men, but did not take the most important action since then.

"You won't name your guild?"

"Yeah, plus no guild symbols."

"Wait, wait. What the hell? You don't know how important it is to be a guild symbol."

"Well, it's a simple story. Is there really something we can do to stand in front of and get a name and honor?"

"That's... not gonna happen."

It was Eli who reluctantly acknowledged Sung-hoon's words.

"We don't stand in front of people like the Hatefa, the Salvation Guild, and the Windmill Guild, and we don't raise people's popularity, but we don't enter the coalition and build a ball. You don't even have to raise internal cohesion. There is no group that is as united and as active as we are, except the Rescue Guild created by Kim Lee Hyun."

Compared to the Salvation Guild composed of Cultists who are united by religious belief, it is the nameless Guild created by Holy Hun. In the first place, it attracted the losers of society, and over the past few months, it became incredibly loyal to the response, long-term drug and mental magic actions, through a gradual, individualized psychological grasp. He will now move according to the order of Sung-hoon with his own will and thoughts, even if he no longer needs to use his hands specifically.

'This unnamed guild is a spleen that does not search the large guild. Even if it's not out there, if it's out there, you don't need to let anyone know the evidence or the exact scale of the connection.'

"Sorry! I didn't have enough faith!"

"I won't let you down again!"

"There are times when anyone waves. After all, you can trust me like this."

After making a light pilgrimage to the people, the Holy Spirit left the Chairman and moved into the hallway, and Elido, who was behind, began to follow behind the Holy Spirit.

"Just trust yourself and follow me! Did you forget who's here? Rani, huhuhuhu, it's too much."

"Don't you know? The more people there are, the better at what they say. Moreover, even if they're idiots who don't know how to think for themselves and decide their own path."

"Would it bother you if someone else heard that?"

"I know you can't hear me. Where's the other guy?"

When I couldn't see Myrina, the servant, Yukiko, who might be the guild's midwife, Sung-hoon shook his head. It was common for them to be invisible, but it was not uncommon for all three to disappear like this.

"My sister was summoned to a coalition meeting on behalf of Sung-hoon."

"You're in a bad mood right now, aren't you?"

"Right, well. Besides, it's only now that we can stop at a crime rate or a high crime rate, but you're still guessing what would happen if we confronted another city in earnest?"

"I know very well. Very well."

Reality is not as full of dreams and hopes as the world in fiction. A hero who stands in front of people and leads them all? Is there anything else I can do? No, in the first place, this game called The Mission, the number of people who can last in the world is set.

From there, there are already overwhelming numbers of people who cannot survive one way or another. He dies like this, he dies like this. So how do people behave?

"We need to be more sure of the crackdown. I want to keep my mental education straight. What about the other two?"

"The servant and Yukiko went out to sell the item this time. Looks like you got your cut."

"You don't have to worry about those two. I'll be right out. I'll repair the equipment and clean up some items. And don't give everyone as much rest as you can. Send them on a mission and roll them over. It's time to get a little stronger."

Everything is uncertain. At the end of the day, all I could believe was power.

After drinking a little coffee at the cafe, Sung-hoon walked away pretending that he didn't know the terrible atmosphere in the street. Violence or robbery was a centuries-old landscape seen as a precedent by those who harassed women or argued hard about their faith in God.

However, I didn't care about Sung-hoon. Because the security of the city was done by coalition members or NPCs themselves. There was only one thing Sung-hoon should think about right now.

'In what way will it flow?'

There were too many variables about how to fight against other cities. The first thing that comes to mind is collective warfare where numbers can be used to the fullest extent possible. It was the most basic and, in some sense, the most efficient way anyone could think of it.

However, Sung-hoon didn't think for a second.

'Even if you are in a collective war, there is no way that a massive battle with all the troops can take place, nor can it take place. In the end, it is not likely to be a substitute for a minority, or an elite squadron.'

Intercept profit.

The forge, which had always been busted, had only two or three men standing and talking to the NPC. Just after the compulsory mission, I knew that the most crowded forge needed to be repaired or found out the value of the equipment.

"Is the equipment repairable?"

"As much as I can if I have the money. So what do you intend to repair?"

"One mask and one glove."

"My armor is repairing 10 million, and my mask is going to go into 50 million guilds. Do you want to repair it?"

"Argh, why is it so expensive?"

"I can't help it because it's that high? If you don't like it, buy it as a new one."

Unfortunately, the gloves and masks that could be worn like underwear were one of the things that was hard to get even for money, so Sung-hoon was forced to pay to eat in tears. Money gets out more and more every day, like pouring water into a drowning poison, so it was also a problem.

'Besides, now that you have to learn the magic enhancement skills of a strong or a wizard, you will lose money without a real joke.'

With a small sigh, the fully repaired inner armor and mask, Seong Hun left the forge intact. No, I tried to get out. If I hadn't seen the familiar face of a burning Horn Bow hanging from my back.

"Backcastle?"

"Huh? Do you know me?"

I know very well.

Thanks to you, I was almost skewered by that arrow during the Survival Mission. If it was a bad story, he could call it a bad story, but he didn't recognize Sung-hoon. Of course, his voice changed, and when he left, he also disappeared.

Above all, it was no more than the wizard who put Rune Blade in his inventory and put a book on his waist, wrapped in a cape.

"Oh, of course I know. Should I not know the Hungryoung, who is trusted by Hae-Tae-pa Jungjin and Kang Han in one body?"

"Is that so? I'm not in a bad mood."

The fortune teller, who felt a little complicated because of the sudden burst of announcement, slightly loosened his face at the words of Seong Hun's mouth. If it were normal, I would have given up thinking it was a waste of time or not worth dealing with, but now it was someone who wanted to talk to.

Looking at the cool face, the cool voice, the tone, and the attitude, something seemed to come to mind, but I couldn't think of any more.

"Well, by the way, why are you talking to me? You want me to sign?"

To tell you the truth, he just popped out of nowhere, but he broke up. Sung-hoon, who rolled his head for a short time, immediately recalled the items that were asleep in the inventory.

'That's right. I have to sell it.'

Exclusive equipment for Archers obtained by defeating Teresa.

It was hard to determine how valuable he was because he was not an archer, but he would still be worth two Unique and one Elite, so at least he wouldn't be sold for a loose price.

'The more things like this, the better to penetrate the customer. If it's a white castle known as the Buguild of Hatefa and the Abyss, it must be expensive, right?'

"Actually, I wanted you to sign it, but there was another reason. Do you have any idea what kind of equipment is dedicated to archers?"

"Huh? There can't be any better equipment than I'm wearing among archer items?"

It was a white castle wrapped in luxury to the extent that it could be saved with money. So I didn't really like to buy it, but I still wanted to think about the truthfulness of the person who recognizes and speaks.