How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

Hi-koo.

Serial killer, the employee's occupation, was a bit special. A profession specialized solely in dealing with and killing people thoroughly. Turns out, when dealing with monsters other than humans or humans, it was a disadvantage not to be able to use 100% power. But on the contrary, if you flip it, you can have more than 100% or 120% power against humans.

'I dropped this on one of the remaining bodies..'

Dropping a drop of Volcano, a special item that you can use, the corpse disappeared as if it didn't exist from the beginning. There's nothing wrong with the job of serial killer.

The more people you kill, the more you succeed in killing without being noticed, the more brutally you kill, the more you get bonuses. Enormous bonus stats and stealth, critical, and surprise success. However, the employee began to calm down and deal with things, even when things were going perfectly.

When he first fell here and became unstable in many ways, he entrusted himself to madness and tried to kill his enemies like crazy. However, through numerous encounters with Myrinae, I realized to some extent how to govern the madness and life within and learned how to eject accurately only when necessary.

That did not mean that cruelty had disappeared. Rather, because they were usually piled up in the air without being revealed, the moment they liberated it also showed much more appearance than before.

"Haaaaam. I'm so sleepy."

"Why don't you go inside and get some rest? Anyway, the senior warriors and most people left to attack the enemy."

"Kmm. But I'm in charge now, but I shouldn't sleep like that."

"Oh, don't do that. I already won the war anyway. What's going to happen? Don't worry, go in and get some rest. I'll make sure I take care of things."

"You want to? If you say so, why don't you go in and get some rest?"

It was an obvious father, but that didn't mean I didn't like him. Rather, he was very fond of taking care of the nuisance beforehand. Of course, I knew very well that it was not purely intended. So what did you say? He also acted this way and reached this position as a senior warrior. And to tell you the truth, I wanted to get inside quickly and eat the parachute and enjoy the comfort.

"Let's get promoted to a higher ranking warrior in the next screening."

"Really?"

"Well, who am I? That much power, of course."

"Thank you! I'll try harder!"

"Then I'm going to go in and get some rest so I can take care of things straight, not sell one eye."

"Old!"

As he wetted the tent and entered, the man could not even resist the change and immediately grabbed his neck and began to shed a little moan.

"Argh. Que, queek!"

Aaaaaaaah!

The employee who succeeded in strangling perfectly with a specially crafted gift pressed on the back of his neck with his foot and empowered the hand holding the gift. His face fluttered and his eyes filled with red blood as if they were going to pop out soon, but it didn't matter. Immediately after a brief period of time, the servant raised the man to lie down beside him in a nearby bed and covered him with a blanket.

'It wouldn't be unnatural to look like this because you know you're going to take medicine. You'd better leave him out there.'

Killing people isn't that easy. But the servant was killing people in an instant, and in the most efficient way, without hesitation. Sung-hoon thought he was lucky to be able to handle at least half of the goals, but he was able to handle all of the goals much sooner than expected.

If you look at killing a person, the employee is on a higher level. Just by using the paragraphs as bait and distracting dozens of people, using your hands and sneaking around, you can quickly figure out the route, the optimum run, and the hiding place.

The guard, leaning on the wooden bench, turns his head to the sound of something falling and immediately shines his eyes.

"Huh? I don't think so..."

There was an indispensable parachute falling off the floor at a glance, with a slight red spot. I don't know what kind of idiot dropped this, but it's all about eating and washing his mouth. Then, as he bowed down to pick up the dagger, a servant who passed by him pierced the back of his neck with a dagger and twisted it to create a large hole in his neck.

Jurrrrrrgh!

Blood flowed down, but without panicking, he covered the hood, covered the wound, and took the man from the side to a nearby tent. It was such a natural move that even if I looked right in front of me, I couldn't notice anything strange.

As usual, I was a guard who didn't have to deal with it, but the attendant came all the way here because of the nuisance.

"What are you?!"

"It's been a long time, remember me?"

"Huh? Let's see..."

Looking at the face of the man who had humiliated Sung-hoon a while ago, the servant smiled with a pure smile.

"Wait, I told you to come, but how did you come here, not in the daylight? How do you know where my barracks are?"

"I asked people to look into it. Did he tell you in an instant?"

If you ask anyone to teach you where the person who is in charge of the guard should be the best warrior in the reserve, they will let you know without hesitation. However, until such time as he knew the details, the man immediately said with an ugly face.

"Hahaha, I told you to come to me if you wanted medicine, and I didn't expect you to sneak in here alone in the middle of the night. It's perfect."

"Really? What's good?"

"Well, you'll find out from now on by yourself. Come here. Don't worry. It's so loud that people around here protested and put a magic that doesn't leak out of the tent itself. I don't care about that, but a lot of people see this as a bad thing, right?"

"That's true, though. It's a taste that's hard for people to understand."

"What? Are you on the same side as me?"

It's not bad to force someone who doesn't want to do it, but if they have the same taste, the story is more comfortable. The man who smiled as brightly as possible took the affected group out of his arms. It's like marbling a kid like this. For now, you can give me the medicine and listen to the story properly.

"Well, we don't even know each other's names yet, do we? My name is..."

Woodstock!

A man could not understand what had happened. I saw him stretching out his hand to get the medicine, and then his wrist was twisted in a strange direction, and the boy was running towards his face. Before the screams burst out, a skillfully bitten servant used a rope to restrain a man's body.

"I'm relieved the sound doesn't leak out. I can make sure we don't make any noise, but it feels better to hear each other."

"Oh, my gosh. Now, don't embarrass yourself."

"Are you kidding me? I'm not jealous. You said you wanted to play with me, right? I wanted to play with you, too. I haven't slept well in days."

Of the various tools used to kill, only three were taken out by the employee. It was a needle and a silver and a little dagger.

"There are two crimes you've committed. And I'm here to pay for that sin."

The first is how dare you act without knowing the subject. The second seems to have witnessed the humiliation of the Holy Hun himself. The first was forgivable, but the second was never forgivable. The sin can only be repaid with life.

"I want to enjoy it for a long time, but I have a rush of time and other people, so let's go for a short walk. But I assure you..."

Argh.

The attendant, who took the needle out of the poison, said by placing a green glowing needle in front of a man's eyes.

"It'll be a time I'll never forget."

Bour.

"What's the matter, master? Did you catch a cold?"

"No way. I just suddenly have a chill that I don't know why."

Looking at the chicken flesh on his arm, Sung-hoon began to be enthusiastic about the work he was doing, thinking it was a mediocre thing. What Sung-hoon is doing right now was simple. It is stored as tightly as possible in a small wooden box. It was good to get rid of the drug supply books, but there were too many loots in the process.

'If this amount disappears at once, we will obviously have to take a big hit. Of course, in order to cut off the supply of medicines from the source, we need to catch the High Priest.'

"By the way, aren't these bastards so real? Honestly, I was in the middle of a fight and I was picking it up."

In a place that could not be infiltrated, where it was impossible to sneak into the dark, Seong Hun suddenly took off his mask and revealed himself. At first, the vigilant people suddenly flipped their eyes as Sung-hoon pulled out of their arms.

"It's nothing else. Can't you just give me a minute? I have something to look forward to."

When I gave them a handful of pills, they paved the way. Occasionally there were those who stood still, but their attitude immediately changed when they handed over the blood of the higher drug, Angel. Everyone here was an addict. There was no such thing as loyalty as betrayal for drugs.

It was a gap because it attracted people with octopus. If you say that someone else is making and supplying the same level of drugs right away, everyone here will turn their swords upside down without hesitation.

"Master. It is forbidden to infiltrate from here."

"Why?"

"Look over there."

Sung-hoon frowned slightly in the direction that Borang pointed at. I had already heard the report and I knew it, but I had much worse expenses than I expected. It didn't mean that there were many people or that the strong were protecting them.

There was not a single tent or obstacle that could hide the body within a radius of dozens of meters of the great tent that the High Priest supposedly had. It was a really annoying environment to hide in people.

'There's no way to break through that....'

The most okay way is bait.

Even though it's far away, if you look elsewhere, you can get inside by crossing it with the agility of the Holy Hun. Thinking about the idea, the moment I looked at Borang, Borang hit the player first.

"No, never. Don't make me do it."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"It's the owner's idea. It's obvious! Don't you think you're the only one who's going to bait me?!"

"No. How could I not think of such blood or tears?"

"Then why did you just look at me?"

'Chet, you don't have to be so cautious.'

It was a hymn that I thoroughly forgot who the original breasts were that made me alert.

"It's just that you look so pretty, you have a brief glance."

"Hey, if you can't talk..."

"Anyway, I guess we'll have to look for another band."

"You said it was a different band, right? You were trying to bait me!"

When Borang's protest was heard with one ear, Sung-hoon, who was bleeding with one ear, scratched his head. The attempt to lure Borang was the first thing she thought of because she could make organic judgments based on the situation, but it was widespread among other bands.

"Borang, go catch someone."

"Wouldn't other people think it's weird?"

"They're all drug addicts anyway, and they think they're on drugs because they're stuck somewhere. And now that we're running out of time, you can be a little bold."

"In that case."

As the Borang disappeared, Sung-hoon took out the bottles containing the affected paragraphs, various herbs and coloured stock solutions and began mixing them up. The medicine in the affected paragraphs is so strong that the medicine you have made cannot be effective greatly, but the problem is easily solved by making the affected paragraphs as a base medicine.