How the Villain Lives

38. I don't know anything.

"I think there are quite a few humans, too. If you say elf, there are images like that that that don't interact with humans."

"It was in the past, but now, when the hordes of evil rise, it's time for all the factions to come together, but it's certainly a little more human than usual. There's a lot of people I've never seen before."

Cristina, looking around for a moment, slightly reds her cheeks and turns to Arben.

"And Arben would like you to come with me for a moment."

"Sure, but I want my colleagues to get some rest first."

"Absolutely. I'll provide a place for guests to stay."

Arben and Cristina started moving apart, and Meteor and Lucia were guided by the Elves to the nearby cabin. Because it's where the elves live, it's not like I thought of a house built on a tree or in the woods.

"For exchanges, not only humans, but people from other races come sometimes, and I've set them up for them. By the way, there are certainly more humans than usual, but not as many as they used to be."

"Well, I think I know."

"Yes? I don't know what you mean..."

"Nothing."

People from the Yellow to the White to the Black. They were probably the ones who participated in this compulsory mission when they saw that they were talking to each other naturally, wearing equipment that seemed unusual at first sight and speaking a language they had never heard of.

"Then rest here. I'll let the group know."

"Oh, can I take a walk or go somewhere else?"

"That's not possible. If you can solve all the basics around there, and you need anything, tell the guards nearby,"

Yooseong sighed with a determined refusal, but as Lucia stepped out, the situation began to flow differently.

"I'm not trying to do anything weird. He's having amnesia so he can find a little memory. Can you understand that for once?"

"Umm. Not usually, but since you helped the princess..., fine. Instead, you should not approach the place where the elves are standing guard, but come back here when the day gets dark. Are you sure you're okay?"

"That's enough. Thank you, Hehe."

"No, if that helps."

'Then why did you say no when I told you?'

Yooseong, who insists on protesting, shakes his arm by blowing the rotten cow once towards the guiding elf. The house looked quite spacious as expected. Unlike ordinary houses, the furniture and ornaments in them are scarce, which is what they look like.

"I'm sorry, can I come for a walk?"

"You don't need my permission. But would you mind walking around on your own? You don't remember.."

"It's not even a child, but it's fine. Rather, I think it would be a burden to have Mr. Lucia around like this."

"Well, it could be."

It was Yooseong who followed him and blocked Lucia's will to help him somehow. Usually, a beauty like this wouldn't refuse to accompany me, but Yooseong was different. Of course I don't have sexual desire. When Lucia was by her side, her heart was pounding, but unlike her chest, she was confident in judging the situation coldly in her head.

'I think memory will come to mind, and I don't think so. You'd better be alone at this point.'

A scene that gathers people, a memory that relates to who I remember, and the faces of people who seem to be colleagues. There is a strange prejudice that amnesia lasts a long time because of such settings in drama or movies. The reality is very different. The short-term memory loss caused by physical shock is quite common in real fighters. Of course, when you lose your memory only for a short moment before or after you lose your memory, it is often different from yourself.

'But if you look at it big, it's not different. Even a normal human is confused by memory, but if he takes a break, his memory will come back again, and if he is fast, he will recover within three days. Besides, my abilities aren't usually human, and my memories are starting to come back, so could they recover sooner?'

"I'll be out and back in a minute. I don't know if my memory will be back in no time."

"Don't go as far as the Elves say!"

Yooseong, who simply waved his hand towards Lucia, scratched his head and left the cabin. As you may think, the people here are the users of The Mission, not the NPC. I would have helped a dangerous elf like Arben, or entered another route.

First, Yooseong decided to look for Orientals, among them Koreans. People of different races, different countries, different cities are destined to be potential enemies. In fact, it was extremely rare to treat him kindly like Arben.

"Look at that. Are you Japanese?"

"Well, aren't they Chinese? It's hard to tell the faces of the Orientals."

"Yes, I do. They all look the same, and it's amazing how they distinguish themselves? Hahahaha!"

It's like a provocative tone.

No, I was right to provoke. When Yooseong, who pretended not to hear him, tried to get past him, two black men stood in front of him and talked.

"Hey, you don't have to react when people talk. Not only are your eyes small, but you can't hear them properly?"

"Kill him. Don't you pity him for not saying anything and being hardened? Khhhh."

"... Anything to do with me?"

"Ball work? Well, there's a lot of work to do."

The black man who lightly stroked Yooseong's shoulders said, shining white teeth in contrast to his black face.

"The woman who went into the room with you earlier. You look pretty pretty. How's it going with you?"

"Hmm, to put it bluntly, is he gracious? He's a very willing man to me."

"Yes? I don't have a bad idea, but we'd love to get to know her. But I'd be grateful if you could give us a chance to meet for a while. What do you think?"

Khhhh!

The pressure began to rise from the hands on the shoulders, and the people who were watching him were watching him with the idea of how the Orientals would react. If you choose to fight, you can measure your skills. On the other hand, Yooseong bowed her head so that her expression would not be revealed.

'How do we deal with these?'

I am empowering myself to pose threats, but none of them were painful. Rather, I felt just the right coolness, as if I were not angry, and the act of intimidation seemed so obvious that I could laugh. It was ridiculous to be serious about these guys, so Yooseong raised his head and humbled himself.

"Sorry!"

"Huh? What are you sorry about?"

"She's not very close to me. And even if you have that ability, arranging a seat for someone you don't know.."

"Huh, look at this guy. What kind of thug or woman do we look like we're crazy about? You're just gonna have a conversation?"

"That's it, that's it."

"What is that?"

"It looks like such a guy..."

"Huh-huh-huh-huh."

The blacks who were holding Yooseong's shoulders vomited their laughter, and those who were watching the uprising suddenly vomited their reality instantly. I never thought I'd say that to two blacks who were more overwhelmed and under pressure than others. Even the protagonist was an Oriental youth who seemed to have nothing to do with it, so laughter had to get bigger.

The black man, who burst out of his mind like that, suddenly yells and holds his fist and sneezes into his face.

"Very funny. But don't you think it's too much?"

'Hit as many as you want. I'll play the victim who was wrongfully wounded by getting caught in the crossfire.'

Even though the idiot who can't properly judge the situation seems to have made a clumsy provocation, Yooseong has already finished the calculation in his head. This is a city of elves, and they are foreigners who have been granted temporary entry.

Once there is a commotion, it will never be good. Even if there is a legitimate reason, it is much more advantageous to appeal to the victim's position that they were unilaterally attacked and not fought together here. And you can give people the impression that you're not very brave, but that you're weak enough to get caught by these guys.

Wait, why do I need to make a weak impression on others? Of course, it's advantageous to hide your skills, but I don't think you should reveal yourself in front of someone so close to your instincts. Before I lost my memory.... '

"You can't even hear me, you son of a bitch!"

Cuckoo!

It was Yooseong who returned to reality only after being so deeply locked in the face of a black fist. However, I felt no pain. The memories that had just disappeared from the shock began to come to mind one by one.

'Kill, deceive, betray...'

"Wait, don't interrupt me for a second. I'm trying to remember what's important right now."

"What's important? What's more important than getting my fist stuck in your stomach right now? Jim!"

"Okay, you're Chinese, right? You think you're doing this because you can't see right with those little eyes, and I'll rip your eyes out myself. Then the world will look better? Don't you think so?"

"Hey, two niggers. I think we should just get there."

"What?!"

I didn't know there was someone crazy or brave enough to say "nigger" openly to black people. He couldn't say that there was much of it nearby, but a small number of black people were watching the commotion. It is black people who react the most severely, even if they are racially discriminated against, and it is black people who can easily feel the most homogeneity.

Even Yooseong doesn't even think about making such a provocation in this situation. However, the man who used the expression "nigger" without hesitation towards the blacks was digging a hole in his ear with a long sod on his shoulder, like a baseball bat. The black man who was holding his shoulder so that Yooseong could not escape began to approach the man with a grumpy attitude.

"Look, if my ears aren't wrong right now, I think we're called niggers."

"Your ears are fine. You heard it right. Oh, you don't understand the word" nigger "? Black People, Negro, Chocolate, and many other expressions. Choose what you want."

"You monkey..."

Qaaaaaah!

All a man did was bounce a black man's forehead with his fingertips. However, the black man spins a few wheels in the air, as if he were hit by an ogre attack, and smashes down the nearby log cabin and gets stuck in it.

"I bet the blacks have a solid body."

"... The Iron One?"

"You must be Korean. As I passed by, I felt like there was a struggle."

"Son of a bitch!"

Kwajik!

Even the blacks that followed were simply stunned once every night. The youngest type blew a small purple energy at the fingertips and scattered it and looked around. The blacks who tried to be angry after hearing the blasphemous remarks only kept their mouths shut and swallowed up the two men who were quite skilled.

'Bottom top-ranker, maybe top-ranker.'

What kind of skill? I thought I had a little weird energy on my finger. '

"Hmph, you rascals. '

I didn't intend to get involved in other people's struggles. However, because those black people were Chinese, Japanese, I didn't like it because they had small eyes. And most crucially, I felt the same way about him.

"If you've been here before, you're going to have a bad time. Can I talk to you for a second?"

"… I will."

I needed to clean up my confusing memories once. If you are the same Korean and top-ranked Choi Chul, you can certainly correct your memory through the question. Yooseong, who thought so, began to follow behind Choi Cheol. I didn't even have to go that far. It was enough for the two of you to have a simple conversation just by going near a rare forest and using your skills.

"First, I have to make a statement. You already know my name, right? What's your name?"

"My name is Yooseong."

"Yooseong? It's a bit unusual to have two letters."

"Actually, it's not a real name. because I'm amnesiac right now. It's a pseudonym that we use temporarily until the memory is completely restored."

"Memory loss? What else are you picking on?"

Choi Chul sighed at Yooseong with an outrageous look, but said with a rather exciting expression.

"Even if it's amnesia, it doesn't last very long. Don't worry too much, your memory will be back soon."

"Thank you for your comfort. Can I ask you a few questions if you don't mind? I want to make sure my memory is correct."

"Huh, I've never seen one like this again. Okay, hemorrhage service. Ask me anything."

Choi Chul said with a smile. I wanted to treat Topranker too harshly, but it was making him look better. To tell the truth, he was in a state of considerable mental distress.

Six official top-rankers.

Rigorous, Yoo Baek Woo, Myrina, Choi Chul-hyun, Kim Lee Hyun, Choi Yoo-yeo.

The most common of these six was Choi Chul. Lee Hyun Kim, who boasts divine power and leadership, Yoo Baek Woo with a head that surpasses man, Myrina with a gift from heaven, who has no one to follow in dealing with people, and Yoo Jae Choi who has no one to follow in the assassination based on unreliable patience.

In such contentious people, Choi Chul was no longer an ordinary person. Just like in the novel, I stumbled out like a child to deal with two energies, and somehow I was able to fuse the energies together. Strength was only incidentally attached to it. However, from when did I begin to have excessive expectations towards myself?

Top ranker!

'Six strong men representing the Shinsi!'

'It must be as strong as that.'

As people's expectations grew, so did the burden. And at least once in the proxy war against France, people's gaze changed when they were the only ones to win or win and lost the next round, and that was why they had to get hurt again. I had to, because I was a normal person.

However, everyone looks at themselves with colored glasses called toprankers and expects excessive expectations. So now I didn't know how happy I was to be treated like a normal person.

"The Coalition and the Thaw Bureau are the mainstay. And not long ago, I fought the Mexicans."

"Do you know a man in a mask?"

"There is only one person who wears a mask in the synagogue. And he's that famous. No one knows his real name. His alias is ghosts. He said he uses an unusual combat method to fight with a sword in one hand and a book in one hand. I can't say anything because I haven't met much, but I guess there are a lot of curious corners to what other people are saying."

"Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts... Ah!"

With the sound of his palm facing, the light began to return to his eyes.