How the Villain Lives

29. Unexpected parties.

It wasn't impossible at all, but Seong Hoon, who had a relatively horny body, didn't seem to use much power, and he just grabbed it with both hands. It was so unrealistic that his desk legs were shattered in vain. Then, Sung-hoon, who created the scene, turned around his hand and nodded marginally.

"Here we go."

Sung-hoon, who had broken his jawbone but pointed his desk leg at a window that was still not dead, gave him strength without hesitation and stabbed him down.

Cheer up!

I have killed humans, or human monsters, for decades and hundreds of times. Though it wasn't a ripe sword in hand, an iron rod could skillfully dig through the bones and destroy the heart with precision. A fatal wound that would never have survived without a top-ranker shrine or recovery item. Of course, it was a strike that could never be lived in this world.

Thanks to the uniform I was wearing, the blood did not splash, but as soon as I pulled out the iron rod, the blood began to choke from the wound like a fountain. Those who wetted their clothes and looked at the Holy Spirit with a red liquid and a bloody iron rod that slowly began to spread, could not say anything, but looked at it and looked at it with bruising.

And soon someone raised their voice and shouted.

"Arghhhhhh!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Save the man!!!!!"

As the screen that was stopping suddenly moved, the students quickly turned around and began to move away from it. Of course not everyone ran away. There was a pretty handsome senior and two students who looked like classmates rushing towards him. Do you want the honor of defeating a crazy student? Or is it justice to defeat a murderer who flies in front of his eyes?

Either way, I didn't care. The outcome was set anyway.

"Sorry, Senior."

A clean, pile-free high kick hits the side of the head. It was clear from the feeling of the toes that the skull bones were broken. As he lost his balance and fell to the side, the other one stopped walking, while Sung-hoon, who was in the gap, lowered his leg and smashed his face with an iron rod.

Argh!

"Argh!"

It is so easy to kill a person with a simple iron rod, even if it is not a nameless sword, a new sword, or a weapon of legend. Ordinary humans do not behave properly in pain and shock unless the bones are thick warriors just by pricking their nostrils. As he grabbed his nose down and bounced forward toward the student's chin on his knees, he hit the kick of his knee, and the tongue that was slightly out was cut off and blood splattered forward. A student who knew the surrounding situation late tried to flee quickly as if he realized something, but Sung-hoon's movements were faster.

I don't know if I'm assisted by a skill, but above average I have mastered fighting skills and the skills Mirina occasionally uses to practice. He smashed his legs with a low kick and flew the regime intensely, bouncing forward toward the face of the fallen student. After an incredibly loud sound of a human face and fist hit him, he was stuck in the hallway, circling halfway around in the air.

"I don't think that's a problem. Even with 50 abilities, it's much stronger than the Special Forces in the real world."

It's not just strong either. With the addition of refined skills as he crossed his lifespan and killed countless lives, Sung-hoon can be said to be a murder weapon. After swinging the iron rod to confirm the killing, Seong Hun began to walk down the hall lightly, shedding the blood on the iron rod. There was also a somewhat hesitant sensation. When I killed my best friend in high school, my mind was a little shaken when I killed my best friend in my memory.

No one will be able to do this and maintain peace, no matter how delusional I am. The same was true of Sung-hoon. Obviously, I felt a rebuke of conscience, or something similar. However, unlike others, it quickly subsided its feelings.

"It's a vision anyway, isn't it?"

It's like killing a boss or a friend you don't like in your dreams. The other thing is that reality is alive. And the thing is, you have to kill people you like or love, not people you don't like. My heart still beats now. I can feel the pulse vibrating in the palm of my hand holding the iron rod firmly.

However, Sung-hoon did not hesitate.

Another angle, another angle.

"Considering the terms of the mission, it's not someone who has nothing to do with me or anyone else. And he wouldn't be that far away."

You can never clear a construction worker, company member, or suddenly a mission to kill someone who is very far from the street. Based on the information provided, it was most likely that one person such as a friend, acquaintance, or family member would appear.

"Argh!"

"Sorry, Teacher...!"

Of course, those who encountered it while on the move, in case it wasn't possible, didn't just give it up. It was an instant when the school was full of screams.

"What, what is it? What is this guy doing?!"

The book had to be astonished.

I killed a person who was considered quite friendly without hesitation. In the meantime, I was not even mentally shocked. No, there was a slight hesitation, but within a few days, I bit him hard again without any room to do anything. The walk that followed was truly cruel, with two eyes open.

Swinging the iron rod towards the face of the student who asks you to save him, he breaks his head like a baseball bat. Hidden students also find it and strangle it to the end.

'Should I run away?'

I thought seriously about it for a moment, but I realized that was impossible. This test clearly had to be made in a form that was passable. It was the law that he should exist where he could be found, where he could be remembered. Unless the person being tested mistakes something and takes it to a remote place, eventually he or she must face it.

The book that I was pondering for a moment soon realized something and reached out my arms. So far, the people we've been dealing with have been the ones who don't take that much weight in his memory. So it might not react very well. I was hallucinating anyway, so I could use enough poison water against someone I didn't even know.

'Yes, of course. It wasn't like they weren't around, was it?'

Among those who grabbed him, there were some who could clearly be called heroes, and some who were fierce in spirit. They were not so determined, but they quickly adapted and killed people. However, it was common for them to hesitate when people close to them came out without exception.

"Okay, go, go, go...."

It can't be physically disrupted, but it is possible to move important relevant figures. As pitiful as you can be, as sad as you can be, so hesitate. Half won with it.

I'm out!

"I don't think it's a real sword, so it won't last forever. Seriously, I broke it once."

The iron rod was discarded in the middle and the pool queue found in the classroom was broken just by swinging it a few times. Of course, because the tip was sharply broken, I felt like I could achieve a high level of killing power once or twice.

"Seong-hoon! I am your mother.."

"Oh, yeah? I didn't like what you used to do anyway."

"Argh!"

Sung-hoon, who trampled on the wrist of the teacher holding his ankle, shrugged his face with a splendid soccer kick. After looking at the falling teeth and finishing more definitively, Seong Hun rolled his bloody shoes a few times and left the classroom.

'Some of the people at school have roughly dealt with me, whether they should be happy or sad that my relationship is short.'

There were only a few places where he had to go back and forth in high school. Schools, pc rooms, stationery shops, and homes. Among these four places, or even more, there are six of them. As I crossed the threshold, I heard an unexpected voice in Sung-hoon's ear.

"Senior Sung-hoon!"

"… Senior?"

Voices in memory, but titles are strange. A little husky, but the beautiful aesthetic protagonist was Mirina. There is no twin sword in the uniform of this school and on the waist of the sheep, not in the familiar outfit that I have always seen. And most of all, the sad look she was making was even more shocking.

"Senior, what the hell happened?"

"Miriam, right?"

"Yes! That's me! I don't know what the hell it is, but just put it in your hand. Yes? Let's have a conversation!"

"vs., conversation?"

"You don't suddenly have to do this. Please talk to me! Come to my house before people come. Come on!"

As Mirina approached a step forward, Sung-hoon, who had been moving without hesitation, stepped back one step. She stepped back as she approached and was sweating cold enough to see clearly from afar.

The book, which was looking at him remotely, nodded with a graceful expression. I was clearly hesitant enough to recognize it at a glance when my acquaintance came out. It was clear that this would reveal loopholes.

"This is..."

"Don't run away!"

"Boom!"

Sung-hoon, who was about to jump out of the window, was forced to stop his movements as he cried out in Miri. There was nowhere else to back off. Miri gave out her arms with a lamentable expression to see if she was not afraid of the Holy Hun, who was wearing a pearl coat.

"Senior Sung-hoon. Put that down."

"……."

"Come on! Throw it away quickly!"

Immediately, the slightest shaking of his lips took a slight bite and dropped the cube on the ground, which was broken in half. As soon as she saw him, Miri ran without hesitation and grabbed the hand of Sung-hoon.

That's it!

Once you throw away the weapon, it's a big harvest. Just a slight suspicion that this is a reality, not an illusion, can create a big crack. Moreover, you can buy more time when you talk to the woman you are currently attached to or say that it stabilizes your mind.

The book that looked at Sung-hoon as he walked in front of the footsteps with Miri's hand noticed something strange at the time. On the outside, he was clearly embarrassed, but his mental state was slightly different.

It was the struggle that was a little mixed up in fear.

Bang!

At the same time, the kick of Sung-hoon was fierce toward Miri's head.

Missed!

"Senior Hun Seong..."

"You must have been nervous."

Sung-hoon trembled because his opponent was miraculous. If you have the skills of Myri you know, here you are killed in an instant. However, I was able to notice the moment I abandoned my weapon and grabbed Miri's hand.

There is no firm flesh. I'm turning my back. I see gaps all over my body. As soon as he confirmed it, Sung-hoon was able to launch an attack without hesitation.

"……."

I picked up the drop cue again toward Mirina, who was filling up the bubbles while looking at her without even sensing her eyes and gave her rest.

"I was more confident thanks to you. That this is a fantasy."

Why would Mirina be her junior?

The peculiarities of the situation would not have been attacked without hesitation, even in the second place. However, Sung-hoon was rather determined to attack. In addition, Seong-hoon was able to realize one more fact.

'Even if I realize this place is a fantasy, I don't feel any different. I see.'

I wasn't even sure what my heart was like. But now I knew. He was fine, even if this was' reality ', not a fantasy. I would not have been shocked if I had confirmed that this place was a reality, not a fantasy.

I can now tell for sure how I felt from the moment I first swung my fist towards Changshan.