How the Villain Lives

32. The side of justice.

Fear began to spread increasingly among people according to unilateral, or even overwhelming, combat modalities. I set it up every day because I'm a topranker, but people don't really know how strong they are or what can be done.

I've rarely seen them actually fight, and they have two hands and two legs like themselves, so it's going to be vaguely strong, so it's going to be fast. "I'm just thinking that when people push in numbers, there's nothing they can't do.

But that was the wrong idea. Seriously, too. The reason why people are trying to change items using Gigi right now is simple. It's because you can feel that much stronger. A better day, a stronger defence, and, by the way, only 5 or 10, but definitely more physical abilities. Only one item needs to be changed, but top-rankers differ by more than a thousand units in total stats by default.

Kaaaaaaah!

"Oh, stop it?"

"Argh!"

A giant warrior holding a giant two-handed sword firmly with both hands frowned on all arrogant statues, blocking the assault of Shin-hoon, who seemed to be hoarse. At first glance, it was a funny scene, but the warrior was serious.

'If you lose your power for one second, you will die!'

It was impossible to even breathe back in time because of the same feeling of frontal obstruction of the Ogre attack. The moment you relax, that sword will snap itself down.

"I think I have some strength."

Kwajik!

"I don't like the item very much."

When you create the Sword Cave, the warrior's Black Cave explodes. It was also possible to distort the body, but he deliberately pulled the sword back slightly, leaving a deep wound that would allow a word of his finger to enter from the forehead to the groin. The neck is not beige because it is inside, but it is impossible to return to combat if it is wounded this much. Column 1 was already collapsing and rolling to the ground, and the screams of senior rankers in column 2 were echoing.

Individual skills and numbers were much better for rankers, but easier for Sung-hoon. They were not accustomed to moving as a group, so they were often prevented or restricted from each other's movements. I wanted to shake my sword, but the people who were standing near me fell at the same time holding my legs. Archers and wizards in the rear tried to stop him immediately, but the movement of Sung-hoon was one step faster.

Qaaaaaah!

I didn't have to attack that far. You can't specify your location just by causing an explosion nearby and pour magic all the way in the wrong direction.

"Oh, my God. You can't use magic because you can't see the future."

"When did you get here? Kehek?!"

Where Sung-hoon was, there were people who had lost their energy and collapsed. Of course, magic swept them away, and they were hit by the magic they weaved with the power of their own hands, turning them all into high-stakes pieces. As he grabbed the neck of a nearby woman and pushed her forward, people began to hesitate without running.

"Hmm? Why don't you dump it?"

"You coward! Put her down!"

"Oh, it was just this woman. Hahaha This is..."

It was as if I remembered now, looking at the laughing ghosts, everyone bites them. They were all instinctively aware. A woman in the hands of a ghost is no more than an excuse. I wanted to cry, but I thought it was a cheek punch.

How long has the battle been going on? All sides are bloodied. People who have broken their feet everywhere, cut off their body parts, and now faint without even screaming. Everything was horrific. Monsters have dealt with them with strange things. I've killed one or two humans. However, it was the first time I ever stood on the battlefield with blood and screaming.

"Wouldn't you be like this? Khh. Then I.."

"Now, wait!"

Sung-hoon, who was about to run forward, stopped moving. The man who spoke was now a man as if he had just become an adult. I still had acne scars on my skin and a tingling sensation on my face.

"What is it?"

"I surrender! I came here somehow! It was never my fault!"

"It wasn't your fault?"

"Yes! I have nothing to do with the bastards here, so, yes?"

A moment of silence came to me. I could blame him for betraying the boy, but no one opened their mouths. It was an experiment. On the outside, they were already terrified in the depths of their hearts, even though they were taking an equal attitude. If the ghost had a positive attitude, he might have surrendered all to cowardice, as he has done so far.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the lips underneath the mask, and the ghost was silent for a moment as she patted her lips with her fingers as if enjoying the gaze. Just a slight movement of the body makes people happy.

'It's dangerous, this, it's poisoned.'

"Khhhhhh...."

Scratch!

When people reacted excessively to the slightest laugh, Sung-hoon said with regret.

"Too bad, but no."

"Now, wait! Surrender? Surrender!"

"Well, I think you, or some of you here, are mistaken. Now, this isn't a game of chess or GO. They're fighting for each other's lives. But how did you get here? It wasn't your fault? Nothing to do with it? Don't you think something's wrong?"

"That's what I think."

Ghosts who bite crabs, hold the neck of a woman who has lost consciousness, shake her left and right, and speak loudly of the vocal chords, can be said to be perfectly suited to a madman.

"Are you idiots who can't even think?"

"That's too bad, isn't it? Let's just say I'm a little low on thinking skills."

"No, I don't think he's too old. These people are scum who don't care how their lives roll. They just do that around them, and they follow them and they chase after their profits."

"That makes sense, too."

It was fear itself that the ghost was playing like a puppet with a woman who turned her eyes.

Ouch!

"Hmm? It's broken. This one's too weak. Well, you said you wouldn't kill him, so you didn't break your promise, did you?"

As if nothing had happened, Sung-hoon who threw her forward said with a bright smile.

"As you just heard. Everybody, wake up. It's not a problem that can be solved by laughing at an apology. You brought in the Japanese people, created an inner circle and, furthermore, eliminated top-rankers who could fight other cities, committing unforgivable crimes that threatened the lives of people throughout this city."

"Did you think you could be forgiven for saying that you had to commit such a crime and pass it on like nothing happened? That's a very wrong idea. Very, very wrong. I don't intend to be surrendered by you. I want you all to scream painfully and feel the weight of your sins."

The moment Sung-hoon stabbed the boy in the eye with a rune blade and burst, people began to respond one beat late. I realized there was no room for negotiation with the conversation just now. As the boy said, the people here are really here at some point. So I thought of the situation so lightly.

They were from the same country. They had a shallow insistence that if they just surrendered with both hands, they wouldn't lose their lives. But I realized that was not the case. In their faces was the will to kill ghosts and survive.

'Kill him and survive!'

"All right, let's spray some more, Dudder!"

I feel really high! I want to say that the spirit of Seonghun was elevated. Even though Sung-hoon had the ability to be classified as a strong person, he was forced to fight mainly using his head rather than his strength because of the situation around him. Being attached is a top-ranker in his country or elsewhere, and the mission has never always been able to fight with extremes in mind.

Moreover, Miri's existence had a share in it. I dug a trap, rolled my head desperately, and used the way I used to use other people. I fought a battle that overwhelmed people with this pure ability, so I felt like something was loosening in my chest.

'Looks like the stress build-up is breaking through.'

In fact, it didn't matter if I accepted my surrender. Rather, using them to pressure others could make things much easier, but Sung-hoon did not choose that path. Why should I give up such a good opportunity?

"I can't be a good guy."

Kwajik!

A blunt sound echoes as if the meat were being forcibly ripped. A person who is critical of a coercive window is not at the level of bruising or rupturing the intestines, but ripped or torn from the body. It was no different than anyone who survived the attack with a good armor. No, I couldn't help but die. Even a baseball flies at a horrible speed and gets stuck in the wall and doesn't even budge.

"Fifty-three, what are you doing with this? You think there's a limit to what you want? It's not a very good chance to see it, is it? If you just lift your weapon and reach it, you can reach it immediately. What are you doing?"

"……."

"Is everyone suddenly dumb? Tell me something!"

"……."

Despite the forceful provocation, people remained perfectly silent. It was the opposite of Yooseong Hun's surroundings being filled with screams and malicious sounds. The reason was simple, because if you make a sound, you die.

Chul-chung.

When I hear a sliding sound as the armor hits, my two powerful eyes glitter. One day, he had a speculative dagger in his hand, and he threw the dagger toward the place where he heard the sound in a pose like throwing a baseball ball.

"Blood, dodger!"

"Chop!"

The bodies of those who were in the trajectory of the maze looked as if they were hit by a gun. It was different from a gunshot wound that only those two fist holes were big enough to get in. Then the dagger pierced the man's chest, causing a fine vibration, hitting the building.

People in orbit tried to stop the movement only late, avoiding heavy attacks, but the force was already rushing forward, grasping a poisonous dragon spear over his height.

"Even if you don't, you've already got it all figured out."

"Save me..."

"I'll give you something to live for."

Kwajik!

As the spear slashed his arm, the poisoned man's expression suddenly began to bite out. The law chosen by the compulsory limit was very simple and efficient. Only the one who made the sound was intensively beaten.

Despite the union of so many people, when they killed exactly one person in the order in which they sounded, people noticed it, and fear gradually began to expand.

'I thought you were just a strong fool.'

"I know very well what you're thinking. I thought it was a manga with only Bonamana power, but you can't understand it because it's so strong, can you? But it's different now. I'm getting a little help from the wrong guy, but I can use my powers perfectly now."

Hey, hey, hey!

The strength of the coercive force goes beyond the average level, and even those in the top ranks go beyond it. Being able to use its strength as a free material without any burden means that an attack of force can never be dealt with by the people who are here today.

"I think you're thinking top-rankers so ridiculously, but I want to tell you that's a very bad idea. You don't get a chance, so if you just lay it out right now, ordinary warriors can basically eat three-digit numbers."

"……."

"Not to mention the buff and healing situation as it is today. And not to mention their opponents are so desperate. What would happen if I summarized how badly I had a headache?"

I didn't know. No, I couldn't even open my mouth. When you make a sound, a formula is established for death, which one of you can speak in this situation? Coercive said while maintaining a calm expression.

"You're all fucked."

Ouch!

No, you can't do this.. It's the end of the year and you can't just write!!!!

Me, too. I'm going out to the movies!