How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

It was the result of Sim Sword, a skill Mirina has acquired. However, rather than being surprised by the skill, Sung-hoon cared about his physical condition first. I forgot that Mirina and the attendant were staring, and I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even act.

"Uh, where's the vane? '

If there is a serious wound somewhere he is not conscious of, Sung-hoon, who touched the place, breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was the only scar that resulted from the fire dragon pack being cut off. There was no way to explain the situation just now except that it was really God's help.

By way of analogy, I threw myself towards the land covered with wings, and I think the astronomical odds and the miracles overlapped to make sure that all those blades were safely avoided. I just handed over Sung-hoon, who doesn't know the seriousness of the situation, but when I looked at Mirina and the employee, it was a problem that went beyond that dimension.

'Wow, I just had a really big change of heart.'

That's what the employee thought.

Similar to Sung-hoon, most of the fights are within the limits of the corresponding employees. At a truly astonishing moment, judgment and coincidence overlapped to ruin his life. But when Mirina looked at it, it wasn't something called term variation.

The level of a black man with a spear is above the level of Mirina enough. A masterpiece that can withstand more than a hundred years even when dealing with yourself. In front of the opponent, Sung-hoon clearly showed a gap because his mind was sold to him. If your talent for nothingness is ambushed at any genius level, you may be struck in vain if you have less time to respond.

As we approached the third step, the Holy Hun pose was the best we could take in the condition. A Workshop Pose that can eject the throat at the same time as launching an enemy attack. Despite the sudden situation, it was also Sung-hyun who took the best response. However, when it was reduced to two steps, Miri could realize the thoughts of the black man.

"Dongeun!"

No matter how Sung-hoon behaved, he remembered dying together. The only way that the weak can walk against the strong is to recognize Sung-hoon as well. The problem was then: I didn't think of a way to break that situation.

'If you don't back off, we'll die together. Is the best choice to make here just to step back?'

Death could have been avoided if he had given out one arm or if he had sustained serious injuries. If you think about the physical abilities of warriors, at least they won't die. And when it was reduced to one step, Sung-hoon moved forward as he saw fit. The opponent's attack closely crossed his chest, followed by a spontaneous gust of water, striking his abdomen.

"Sung-hoon, that was just..."

"Wow, that was really cold. Whoops."

"… Are you not hurt?"

"Huh? Oh, I just got cut off. Luckily, there's no wound."

The collar was cut open and the red gloves inside. However, Sung-hoon's breasts were only showing very slight minor wounds, and she was even more confident in her own speculation when she saw him dying soon.

Just now, Sung-hoon showed incredible wonder even after seeing it.

The first is to remain calm and cool, without hesitation, even in extreme situations. But it didn't feel that great. What really surprised Mirina was the second move.

"The moment of the sect is coming forward! '

It contained many meanings. Once at that time, Sung-hoon's movements were severely separated from her usual efficient and harmonious movements in the workshop. However, the move made it crucial to reverse the crisis in a life-changing situation. The next thing that led to it was the freedom to imagine using a physical technique, not a sword.

I knew Sung-hoon had transcendent talents in not only swordsmanship, but also in gymnastics, reading, shamanship and many other fields. However, even in such situations, I did not know how to reverse the situation by naturally applying the right amount of physical force in a timely manner.

"Sung-hoon! Where are you hurt?!"

"Fortunately. He was the last bald bastard to die."

"I'm so glad I didn't get hurt! What a miracle..."

"Attendant!"

The servant trembled as if struck by lightning as he suddenly burst out of the cold. I've never seen Miri so angry. But I didn't have anything to say to the employee this time.

"Sin, sorry!"

I couldn't even lift my head when I reminded Seong Hoon that he was confident that he would take care of the helicopter and couldn't even stop it properly. Of course, it was for another reason that Mirina was really angry, although she was also angry.

"Make your choice of words straight."

"Yes?"

"It's not a miracle."

There are three assumptions. The first is that the servant survived, as he said, by accident, when the cow grabbed the mouse in the back step. But this is not worth thinking about. Sung-hoon is the only person he has ever met who is beyond his abilities. If you look at your usual skills, this is not worth thinking about.

'The second thing is that Sung-hoon made his decision at that moment and moved his body.'

This is also great. It is impossible to even dare to guess that he did so without hesitating to carry out such a dangerous move that he could risk his life even if his footsteps were clean. Isn't this the kind of thing that makes you feel like you're really getting fat and taking bones?

But even this could be said to be the blood of a bird's foot in front of the last family Mirina thought of.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

"Yes? Oh, no!"

Mirina, who was shivering marginally, asked him if he had been injured while coming all the way here. However, Miri stuttered and was amazed that Sung-hoon rarely spoke.

"Are you really okay? Anyway, if it's hard because many of these fights are confronted, you can just watch from behind."

"No! We can fight!"

"Well, thank God. Shall we move on?"

"Lord Seonghoon, command me with magic from behind. You don't have to stand up to Sung-hoon to deal with these guys."

"That, yes."

I knew Mirina had a similar admiration or respect for herself, but I thought today was a little bit harsher than usual. Meanwhile, Miri, who was only looking back at Sung-hoon, wept her cheeks and passed on to the last possibility she had come up with.

'The last thing... is that it was all intended by Sung-hoon from beginning to end.'

I kept floating in my head, pretending to be in a crisis, taking any posture in the workshop, and then avoiding attacks and counter-attack, thinking that maybe all of Sung-hoon's words were calculated and intended.

And if that's true..

Lick it.

I was so glad I couldn't see my face. I couldn't show this kind of unconstitutionality. Due to the excitement, Miri, who had barely reversed her frightful body and her crumbling senses, began to wield her sword hard to forget shame.

It is not the meaning of the parable, but, literally, Seong-hoon, who looked at the corpse with his eyes peeled at the ground, spoke to the servant.

"Servant."

"Yes, old school!"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"... I'm sorry."

I suddenly forgot about Seong-hoon's idea of being safe, but I realized my fault for missing the rest of the enemy who was so excited about showing great looks and making Seong-hoon dangerous. Looking at a servant who was so depressed and couldn't even lift his head, Seong Hun said with a slight scratch on his forehead.

"I don't think you should blame yourself like that. He's going to die together, so there's no way he's going to get through."

"… Tuesday, will you guide me?"

Eli was very thorough in his construction, so when he praised him, he gave him a clear compliment and paid very strict attention if something went wrong. Of course, I knew it was true, and even though he acted like one to his subordinates, in the case of employees who could be said to be young, he was sometimes more sensitive than reason, so he was a little dissatisfied with the treatment.

Even large adults were ahead of their senses, not to mention employees who were slightly, or largely, contrary to their normal peers. Even though I may not know the details, I had to act relatively generously because I was worried that I would instill negative emotions if I was angry with the last person, such as Elina Myrina and the employee.

'Then what if you betray yourself?'

Sung-hoon, who knows that all the people in the world are like him, was forced to be relatively generous to think and act first of all if the other person betrayed him under any circumstances. Of course, if there's a situation that needs to be cut, I'll cut it without hesitation.

"Well, I don't care if I stay still. Shouldn't you be more worried about Miri than I am?"

"Ah! I see!"

The servant who thought that he would roast during the day and night because he didn't protect Sung-hoon properly was desperate to look at Mirina. Sung-hoon, who made a mess by rubbing the head of such a servant, said with a passing stupor, as if it were not an algebra.

"That's what you learned this time. Isn't the principle that brothers should forgive this kind of work?"

"Hyung-hoon Sung..."

Sung-hoon nodded as if he was satisfied with the appearance of a servant with a flushed cheek and a humorous pupil. Image management seems to have been a great success.

'... I don't know why my back is creepy, but is it because I gave up my ability to die?'

He didn't even know he was setting a dangerous flag.

"Oh! But, Seong-hoon, can I ask you one question?"

"What is it?"

Seong Hun, who thought it was fast to change his mood, held a book with one hand and used black magic with a rune blade on the other.

"Addicts. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What do you intend to do?"

"You said you'd take them back, right? I don't know about strategy, but is it that easy to achieve a trend? Enough to accept people who are already standing somewhere else?"

"Acceptance is not an option, it is set from the beginning. Unlike on Earth, there is no means to replenish people here. It's a matter of bringing the two sides together and accepting the number 20,000 as allies again. Unless, of course, there's no choice but to use it as an arrowhead and never get back to the top of the line."

After hearing the explanation of Sung-hoon, the servant nodded. It was certainly an understandable explanation and seemed to be very realistic. But that wasn't what the employee really wondered.

"So what do you want me to do with the medicine?"

"Huh? Medicine?"

"Yes. You said that the paragraphs could never be replicated by Seong-fu or Eli."

I figured out some simple ingredients, but it was impossible to replicate the medicine because of the existence of the most important skill in making it. It was also said that it would be faster to create new drugs with stronger medicines than the paragraphs. As a worker who knew that, I could not understand how Sung-hoon would continue to feed addicts.

"Let's see, how many paragraphs did you collect?"

"Roughly."

"Well, that's pretty much what I turned out of the warehouse."

Even though more than 100,000 people are stockpiling huge quantities because of their use and stockpiling, if you give them to 20,000 people continuously every week, they can't last two months and they run out of medicine. After that, I really wondered what I was going to do.

"What? Did you just try to ask me that?"

"Yes? Winter?"

A servant who thought he had pointed out the important facts that Sung-hoon was missing said as he curled his head in response to Sung-hoon's so dull reaction and slammed his palm.

"Ah! You intend to attract the High Priest?"

"No, I felt it in the words of that black guy, but I think the High Priest should think of him as a disposable object, not a prisoner. like a pathogen or a virus that randomly infects the surroundings without covering the target, not the sword or weapon."

Of course, if you're equipped with a countermeasure and you're preparing a vaccine, you can have enough control over the virus, but it's that tricky, and even momentary accidents can lead to self-destruction. Sung-hoon, who remembered that he was overly insulted and almost devastated in the first trial mission, decided to make a small decision this time.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Servant, do you know what Queen Marie Antoinette once said?"

"Oh, I know that! Well, obviously without bread, you can eat sweets, right? Didn't you say something like that? Was it a cake, not a candy?"

"I did. Of course, there's no record of Queen Marie Antoinette saying that. Anyway, I'll use that famous euphemism to say a word. Big."

Sung-hoon, who coughed lightly, opened his arms and said with a loving smile.

"If you don't have bread, you can keep your mouth shut, right?"

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