How the Villain Lives

30. Achtem?

I was wrong. It was his fault that the one near the lunatic thought he was normal. Anyway, I didn't care if he was crooked or not, and I decided to get to the point.

"Once we find out more about him, the important thing now is to deal with the mission. I'm wasting more time because of an unexpected incident. I didn't know you'd be attracted to me for two days."

"… there is no face."

Mirina shrunk slightly as she seemed to be disappointed because she didn't want to be dragged by force. However, Sung-hoon shook his head.

I got a book without a name, and I got a lot of stuff that I couldn't get with the money. Even though it was unexpectedly time-consuming, it was not to blame Mirina now, but to thank her. I didn't mean to tell you that, of course.

"It's okay. I can't wait any longer, so try one more day and I'll finish it and try again later. Is that okay?"

"Of course. You don't have to worry so much about it, but I'm really sorry."

"It helps me to be strong, so you don't have to put it in my mind."

Each action stimulates and captivates the sincerity of those around you, even if you move without thinking specifically. The more I get to know Sung-hoon, the more I feel great.

"So do you have anything in mind?"

"I have one. Tomorrow might be a pretty busy day, so keep that in mind. Miriam, are you okay?"

"It's the best."

"Fine. Myrina, you take care of the monsters around the primitive villages as soon as the day comes."

"Monsters? Do any of the monsters have mission progress items?"

"No, that's not it. Dealing with monsters reduces uncertainty."

External factors that could affect the primitives in the upheavals that would unfold tomorrow morning should be eliminated to the fullest extent possible. Even if it is a small monster or predators that is not that great.

"You don't have to look too far, only the ones near the village can clean up, so you won't have to worry about getting lost. And Borang."

"Boo, did you call, or did you call?"

Horses keep entertaining. Either way, if time passes, he will turn to comfort. I didn't think it was necessary to care so much whether he was speaking out or counter-revolutionary.

"It's nothing. I want to know your exact abilities. Which ability are you able to use exactly?"

"I can use my power based on my master's abilities. But it's only physical ability and magic everywhere, and you can use some of the swords and magic used by the owners who used me in the past."

'It's not like a normal summoning.'

Summoners can have all the information about the summons they handle. Summoner's Paper, Emotional Attitude, Abilities, and all available skills. However, Borang was not the normal number of summons, so it was impossible to check the separate information even if the summons could be made as now. You have to listen to the information directly with her mouth, as it is now.

'Is this really an advantage or a disadvantage?'

Common sense suggests that there are many disadvantages rather than advantages. However, Sung-hoon did not necessarily think so. In this way, the more uncertain the existence, the more unexpected the result may be.

"Fine. Then you will act as a Black Wizard."

"Sung-hoon, do you intend to raise him as a wizard?"

"You think so? First of all, there seem to be a lot of skills in the Black Magic family. Looks like we're running out of magic power in our guild."

To be precise, the profession of the warrior family is so strong.

"Eli and Yukiko are doing their best, and if you add the newly arrived Wolf and this one here, you will have attributes that can handle various situations, including attacks, defenses, recovery, aids, and spirits. Not bad, is it?"

"It's not bad, but I'd like to teach you swordsmanship, personally."

"Sword?"

"Yes, the movement of his joints is possible outside normal human limits. Even if your skill in swordsmanship is mediocre, if you teach it well, you can be strong enough to beat a warrior lightly."

"It's okay! I have enough magic!"

Borang desperately began to disagree when Mirina saw the odds of getting involved. However, Sung-hoon unconsciously stroked his chin to see if his opinion was quite plausible.

"Obviously, it's not bad, if you raise it in a universal format like me."

If you speak well, you can become a mischievous person, not an idol. However, at least Borang had the basic foundation to become universal. He was inheriting 80% of the abilities of the Holy Hun. After all, his opinion remained silent and the future was decided.

The primitives have lived in this jungle for a long time without much conflict. Although he had reigned as a loser in the jungle using his unique physical abilities and superiority, a terrible atmosphere was hovering because of the sudden eruption of both sides.

The beginning was nothing. Those who were patrolling near the forest began to disappear one by one. It doesn't happen often, but it doesn't mean it doesn't happen at all. I thought I ran into predators. But the idea was wrong.

Kwajik!

The next day, the arrow that flew instantly killed one of the villagers. Almost all of the villagers rushed into the atmosphere to pay for the men who attacked them. But it was a trap. I scoured the forest, but never came out, and all the primitives who returned to the village were furious.

The old men who could not go to battle, the children who were still alive, and all who remained in the village, became corpses and fell to the ground. But that was not the real problem. The shaman in the village was furious and could not stand a moment. The book that the Shaman family has been protecting for generations has disappeared.

The shaman said that great misfortune would come, and the prophecy came true now.

"Arcta!!!!!"

"Argh!"

Near the forest was swept away by an ominous green mist.

The fog in the dawn was different from the color of the fog, and its nature was completely different. The primitive man, who initially approached him without knowing anything, collapsed with blood in his mouth. This didn't just happen in one place.

An army of bugs that suddenly appeared, a swampy land, an area that lost its sense of direction and lost its senses, and a colleague who suddenly made a fuss whether it was crazy or not. But most of all, the fear was separate.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr...."

A dead colleague rises up again and strikes at them. In that incredibly unrealistic scene, the primitives could not express their particular sense of self-defence and fled in fear.

Karam!

Bloop!

A flaming snake made by the Grand Witch suddenly wrapped around a corpse and turned it into ashes. The primitives who saw him were somewhat energized and holding the weapon again, raising the scam, but the Grand Chamberlain's expression hardened.

'Evil's work is obvious.'

It must have been the demon's power to bring the dead back to life, make the sick sick, and make people anxious. In case the book with the demon sealed was stolen, I was sure now. And the purpose of this demon was beyond doubt.

It does not lay a curse on the town itself, but only near it. One of those who went out for the perimeter must return.

'He's playing with us. I'm trying to slow it down.'

"Khhhhhh!"

Quasizic!

As I rolled my feet, I started to fall down with my leeches broken in an instant. Even ordinary primitives and warriors who saw him began to kneel and tighten their heads, but did not think that his mood would improve.

However, when I turned around to return to the village, I felt a very nauseating and evil energy nearby.

Karam!

The bird of fire that pops out at the end of his hand suddenly flickers where the vine is. It was a place where nothing seemed to be missing. But as soon as the bird of fire touched, something popped out of it. Purple skin and horns on the forehead. The devil was right near them.

"You're not just a beauty. I can't believe you noticed where I am."

Karam, Karam, Karam! Arcta! (Kill him!)

"Ho?"

Definitely different from the other primitives. I don't understand what the other primitives are saying at all, but I was able to instinctively understand the meaning of what the primitive man in that strange decoration was saying even though he was the first to hear it.

The wanderer, who avoided three flaming birds in a row, glanced at the primitives rushing towards him.

Do you want me to kill him?

She was called Borang because she was unexpected by Sung-hoon and Mirina, but she was not that simple. The existence of all kinds of filthy, filthy evil, evil and evil. I wanted to capture these savages and satisfy my sadistic desires. I wanted to see him despair. However, the vagrant who recalled the strict command of the Holy Hun began to bite his lips slightly and turn around and flee into the woods.

"Arcta, Arcta!"

"Ooooooh!"

Stop! Stop!

The Archangel, feeling so anxious by the appearance of a demon fleeing in vain, stopped the seekers. However, two warriors have already disappeared into the jungle following the devil. I can't do it unless I've already followed behind.

Ultimately, the Archon began to slowly move towards the disappearance of warriors and demons, strictly forbidding personal action. And not long after, I was able to find warriors. However, it was completely different from what it was just now.

A dead warrior with a small puddle of blood spilled out of his gut and a fine thread tightened around his neck. Like a frog, his eyes popped out and he was filled with blood. It was not enough for him to open his eyes.

Karam!

The primitives were terrified to see the great shaman burn the corpse on the ground. Burning a corpse for them is the same as getting rid of the traces of a brave warrior. I can't believe you burned your ass to the ground while you were being polite!

However, the Archangel did not say anything, but merely lowered the heads of the primitives with a staff.

This guy became a monster too!

He seemed dead, but he seemed more certain of who he was than anyone else. Dirty power was squirming in my body. It would have been more casualties if I had approached the body for no reason. The primitives who noticed the young wrath in the voice of the Grand Shamans were cautious and pointed to the body of the massacred warrior.

Nod.

That warrior's corpse is ordinary. There will be nothing wrong with collecting. As the Archangel's permission fell, the primitives began to approach the corpse with trembling hands. But it was a mistake. What appears to be a normal corpse is when it senses magic power everywhere. If I had seen an excellent thief, I wouldn't even be able to get close to that corpse.

Kwazic, Kwazic!

The moment he approached to break the rope, at the same time as the sound of a small cog, the nearby primitives fell to the ground. A small needle was stuck in his hand or body, and the skin near him began to turn purple in an instant.

Demons! Demons! Cursed Devil!!!!

The Grand Chamberlain did not overcome his anger and began rolling his elongated foot. What an evil plot! There was also a degree of blasphemy against the dead warrior's corpse. We can't just let these demons go. This whole town was in danger.

Meanwhile, the Traveler, who was looking at him from afar, swallowed up the dry water without his knowledge.

'It's really lethal.'

The primitive power of that shaman was not ordinary. Of course, firing powerful spells easily destroyed some of the spells that he and his master had spread. A strong man who is not convinced that he can win even if he fights head-on. However, the owner was so easily ravaging the strong as to play with toys on the palm of his hand.

"You're amazing."

"What is it?"

"Duplicating traps. Installing the trap itself is not so great..."

Once undead, it causes the shaman to notice the body. But the real target water is the trap installed on the other body. On the contrary, the target water could have been eaten or both could have succeeded.