How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

"It's a little tricky."

A word or two stimulates the nerve. I wanted to say something big, but Borang endured it with superhuman patience. I found out that some people called Sung-hoon are very bony. You just have to be angry with him to get tired.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

"Hmm. I completely hate this. Later, I want you to understand my sincerity."

"Your sincerity is already very bony. So please, please don't make me do anything weird anymore."

"It's nothing to do this time. If you just move in with me and take care of people, it's over."

"... At least I won't die this time."

At least if the master moves together, it won't be a suicide operation or a trap. I didn't seem to believe Sung-hoon even though I was really dizzy. However, compared to when I summoned him for the first time since he died, this was no different. I did things I didn't expect, such as breathing life or crying.

Sung-hoon didn't have to change items separately because of the hero's cloak, nor did Borang. The minor part consisted of metal armor, but it could not be properly identified if the entire body was covered in black cloth and leather in the dark to prevent skin exposure.

"Blessing of darkness."

One of the Black Magic skills acquired through Vorangi. It increases Hiding ability the more you are in the dark. For Seong Hun, who had only one Hidden skill, it was the same skill as the Danby of Drought.

Glub!

'People are enemies, too.'

The quality has also fallen to a much smaller number than usual. Moreover, there were those who felt they had won the battle completely, those who were drugged and stretched out, and those who drank concussion. Moving toward a predetermined location was cold.

The destination is a huge tent where many of the finest warriors stay. It is quite far from other tents and is not allowed to be accessed by people. The reason is simple. This is because the best warriors have a huge number of paragraphs.

To people, only the minutes of that day are paid according to the rank. It's because if you give away something you use for a long time at once, you get drugged and consume it all at once. So divided into ten seals, a white seal, and a thousand seals, the best warriors pay the people beneath them every morning the paragraphs of the people they are in charge of.

Don't the best warriors get drunk in the paragraphs? They are not satisfied with the paragraphs because they use drugs that are much more effective than the paragraphs. And of course, the drugs are paid for by priests.

'To control people with drugs is certainly the most efficient way for a few to hold on to them, but don't you think it's too easy to see weaknesses?'

In other words, if only that minority could be defeated, it could pose a serious threat to the system. What would happen if drug payments were delayed by one day for people who were drugged, risked their lives, and betrayed even their colleagues?

"As expected."

As soon as I approached the tent, I heard songs, moans, and shouts. When I wetted the tent and looked inside, I could see men and women playing together. I don't know if it's because of the face or simply because of people's morale, but if they use soundproofing skills on their own, this is the way to go. Thank you.

I come in front of you. Borang, you come in at the same time from behind. You can't give me a chance to react.

The best warriors were, of course, made up of skilled people, so I felt anxious to deal with them even with Sung-hoon. If you miss one of them, the operation will fail, not because it's impossible.

Exactly how many can we handle?

The one with the bottle in the back, the three girls next to the sheep, and the one with the whip in front of him.

.. Okay.

I don't know what you're talking about, but you should never miss a single one.

You're more concerned about yourself than you are about me, aren't you?

Sung-hoon, who had grasped the rune blade properly instead of the cheap longsword he was carrying so far, sighed and said.

Right now.

It's small enough to be mistaken for a breeze. However, it was a man wearing a strange mask, not a tent, who turned his gaze from the bottle and witnessed it.

Spank!

So neat a cut that doesn't ask for a drop of blood and doesn't splash around. I could have thought it might have been wasted, but it wasn't. The moment I naturally pulled the swinging sword to the side, a red gold emerged from the man's neck, and the neck and body were separated into two.

"Hehe, hehe..." "

Kwajik!

As if a ripe fruit were falling from a tree, three necks suddenly fell out in one swing. Only then did those who were aware of the situation begin to react late. It's not a full state, but objective abilities can be compared to the top rankers, so you can deal with dizzy opponents.

Of course, that dizzy opponent did not include Sung-hoon.

Cuckoo!

A man who had a boxer as a profession was compensated for the regime shouting at Sung-hoon. But the appearance of the two was the opposite. Unlike Holy Hun, who keeps his fist rebuke alive and bounces back and catches the neck of the person next to him, his fist is cracked to the bone.

"Argh?!"

"What is it? It's a soft fist, right?"

It was not a fight with a soft fist, it was a fist scam of the Holy Hung. Basic skills are too different from abilities, even if they are. The strength of Sung-hoon is 1000. The strength of the current rankers is between 500 and 600. It was no exaggeration to think that the power of Sung-hoon was truly exclusive, given that the warriors had to work at 800.

"You bitches! What are you doing? You don't have to go and stop her with your body!"

"Argh!"

"Please, save me!"

"Hehehehehe!"

In order to somehow attract time, they threw the men and women who were on the market beside him towards the Holy Hun. Some of them were completely drugged and burst into strange laughter, but it was impossible for them to delay Sung-hyun by one second.

When Sung-hoon, who had become so proficient that he could apply the Nubora sword in practice, wielded the sword like crazy, the people in front of him literally turned into high-stakes pieces with a roaring sound.

Ugh!

Fibor's clouds and flesh flew toward them and suddenly missed the movement of the Holy Spirit. At that moment, the woman who was looking at all these situations objectively bites her lips and gathers her hands.

"Explosion!"

All the warriors who were already in front of him died while activating the skill. All that was left was an unidentified figure running towards himself in a mask, but she laughed and thought.

'I won.'

Even if he dies here, as soon as this Explosion explodes, at least one of these tents will fly lightly. Even if it wasn't a worthy opponent, it was because of the magical aftermath that others noticed the intruder. However, Seonghun, who looked at the woman smiling, lifted his tail and laughed the same way.

"You rolled your own head. But…."

It was a lump of blue flame burning with flesh, but it wasn't enough to catch the ancient Misrill Gloves and Hero's Gloves. The skill of spinning a spell that has already been expressed does not even know Seonghun. However, it can be eliminated with overwhelming abilities.

As I felt like I was just touching the jelly, the sphere exploded as I put my strength into my left hand, holding the blue flame ball. However, no major explosion was expected from the woman. It released magic power directly from its fingertips and wrapped Explosion around it, preventing the explosion from escalating.

"I can't handle the details like Myrina, but this is good enough."

Kwajik!

With a simple kick, Seong Hun slashes the woman's jawbone and looks around. It was more than I had hoped for. Borang may have come in a little late, but it happened because she was moving too fast.

"What. Why are they so weak?"

"Well, maybe the owner is just strong?"

"What? I pretend I'm not."

"No, it's not like that. It's just like that."

Soon after I found out about Sung-hoon, Borang knew that Sung-hoon was strong. Due to her usual tone, behavior, and cowardly tricks, she thought Sung-hoon would not be very strong. Even when I first met the primitive chieftain, I fought using the bulk of the traps I had set up before.

However, the ability of Sung-hoon himself was completely different from what he thought.

'The overwhelming physical ability of a woman named Myrina. I took care of four when I only killed one. Besides, I think I've experienced a lot of real progress.'

Especially at the end, I was shocked enough to spit out the emotion in the scene of blowing up magic by hand. I don't know if I was that confident about my abilities or just ignorant, but I had to admit that it was such a striking combat style.

"Anyway, it feels pretty subtle to discover the unexpected side of the owner."

"I'm trying to change my day. Give me a little more help than that."

How long has it been since you fought so nicely? As you line up the bodies and search the arms, Borang sighs a little. I was confused as to what the real picture of Sung-hoon was. Regardless of how Borang evaluated himself, Seong Hoon started to put them in the inventory when he found and laughed at the boxes with singular smiles.

Thousands were able to obtain the blood of angels, a drug that is more powerful than the tremendous amount of hypnosis and the hypnosis of experiencing only an extremely small number of people. Seong Hun, who thought this drug would be of great use later, got up after a thorough search without leaving a single note.

"Unexpected income. Now let's hit the next target."

"Wait, there are more of them to kill?"

"So you thought you were just gonna take care of these guys? At least ten more places to go. And then we'll rob the storeroom and finally take care of the boss."

Traveling around to gather first-hand information, Borang knew how many people were nearby. However, I can only admire the words of Seonghun who said that he went to this audacious murder play in the middle of the night.

'I wonder a little bit what the real owner looks like.'

Feeling like reading a difficult book, Borang melted into the darkness following the Holy Spirit.

Two lightly armed men began to walk between the tents in a sneaky step with torches. Although it was a patrol mission, it was roughly just a quick step away from the idea that an enemy would appear near the center of a crowded army of tens of thousands, not outside.

In the meantime, luxury tents and warehouses are avoided by the finest warriors, so you can get a sense of the path they're moving. Just like now.

'One, two, three.'

As soon as a man entered the shadow of the tent, where the light could not reach, the servant secretly stretched out his legs and hung them. The moment the man fell forward, the clerk, who had curled up to a small figure, jumped over him as he was, sticking a Sword Breaker into his neck and pulling it aside.

Kwajik!

Blood sticks scatter and the cervical bones pop out. The man behind him tried to fix the weapon, but the servant bent his leg around the man's neck and climbed up like a monkey and put a dagger in the sheep temple.

He killed 38 people without being seen by anyone.

Activates the serial killer skill. Increases Strength, HP and AGI by 76. Increases the chance of Critical Hits by 7.6%.