How the Villain Lives

50. Chicken run.

Hunting was not the only success.

Of course, he was the only one to finish the hunt safely without a single casualty, but he was able to finish his first battle with only minor damage, negligible in the rest of the city. This is enough to try, enough to challenge.

Those who were frightened by the difficulty of class S started asking them to join the attack with such determination every day, but the situation was not as simple as it seemed.

"Kieeeeeeeee!"

"Lucia!"

"Soul drain!"

The dragon, or the zombie dragon that is rotting all over the body, does not miss the moment when it slows down, and Arven starts to rush straight ahead. Although the scales are broken everywhere and the blue body fluids are pouring down, this guy still sells. If you think in common, you shouldn't have fought here. I had to keep attacking more and accumulate damage and seize a clearer chance, but I couldn't afford to do that to Arben now.

"Soul…."

"Yaaaaaaah!"

"Byrne!"

Arben's body was caught in a blue flame, so I'm afraid it'll barely take a second. However, that was enough to determine the battle.

"Arghhhh...."

Qaaaaaah!

The zombie dragon, which was about to burst fire from its mouth to the back of its neck, dropped by its side with its mouth open.

"Brother Arben! Are you okay?"

"... I'm fine, so treat others."

"But, brother... first."

"Hooray, you don't even hear recovery if you use Soulburn skills anyway, do you? I appreciate it, but I'm really good."

"… Yes."

When Lucia, who was restless, stepped back, Arben wanted to fall for a while, but he stumbled and stood up. Soulburn was a skill that gave powerful power but also had to endure the pain of burning souls as it was named.

Originally, the side effects were reluctant and not well used, but since the encounter with the Ghost, I have healed my mind. I looked back at everything I had from the beginning and tried to make sure I could use them with the best efficiency.

I do.

Arben, who has always been able to do everything with his genius, is the first to try. No visible stats or skills had changed greatly, but in terms of the technical aspects of spreading them, they had made tremendous progress and were confident that they would be easily overcome if they were in front of the eyes of the past.

"But…."

'I may not know the power of individuals, but our power as an organization is so weak.'

The Hope Guild, founded by Arben, has protected Toronto from all sorts of enemies and won. However, in this grave of grief, it was rather counterproductive.

"My leg! My leg!"

"Monsters are too strong!."

"Quality is quality, but there are too many numbers. Not enough rankers to respond."

The name of Grief's Grave came out well because the number of monsters of the Undead type was so enormous that they could not know the end, that they needed trained people with a certain level of skill, not just small ones. Also, if Arben hadn't just gambled and dealt with the zombie dragon with the Fast Pass, the undead he'd have defeated would have resurrected and made a fuss.

Tuck!

"Are you okay?"

"You surprised me. When did you get here?"

"I jumped openly and just got here. And don't be surprised when you know everything anyway."

"You're not going to miss your move, are you? Will you please not forget your job?"

Lecter, one of Toronto's top rankers, laughed bitterly, hung Arben's head, sat still on the floor, and sighed a small sigh.

"What do you think?"

"It's a little hard, but if you make a team out of high-rankers and proceed calmly, you can hunt enough."

"What do you see?"

"... You can hunt, but you won't be able to attack."

"You do, don't you?"

Although it is a minority, the toprankers in each city are now almost three-dimensional. If you gather exceptionally strong people among the 2nd Awakeners, even if it is a Class S mission, there is nothing you can't do. The same was true for the Demon Monarch Subjugation mission.

At that time, the NPC with the power of the 4th Awakening Class helped, but the power was not only necessary to proceed, not to complete the mission. Therefore, the NPC thought that the current power was enough to proceed and went into battle. However, since there was one mistake, it was the number of people participating in the mission.

"At that time, I was ignorantly overlooking that everyone had participated in the mission. It was divided into three categories, but it was a massive mission where more than 100,000 people all participated, and it was a mistake to forget about it and think about it based on the people who were on the same mission at the time."

"So how long do you think it'll take to target this grave of grief?"

"It'll take at least a year."

"Is that so?!"

"We need to train and nurture the 3rd Awakening Class so that we can play more than a hundred links, not ten or dozens of them. I got it by shrinking it as much as I could in a year."

Arben's argument was justifiable, considering that it might take some time, but should minimize the damage and raise the probability of attack a little. Normally Lecter would have voted in favour of Arben's opinion without saying anything. However, it could not be done this time.

"That year. Can't you shrink it any further?"

"What do you mean?"

"How long will it take if you don't minimize the number of people participating in the mission, take damage on a city scale, and increase funding and power as you go through compulsory recruitment?"

"Brother! What are you talking about...?"

"How long is it going to take?"

Words that don't know the meaning. It also took conditions that Arben would never have taken out if he had known how dedicated and hard he had always been for people. At first, Arben calmly began to calculate, looking at the sturdy pupil, who thought it was just a joke from Lecter, but could not shake it a bit.

"Two months, maybe a month. Why did you ask me that?"

"... I'll tell you the news from other cities."

"... Tell me."

"The Red Storm Sergei once accepted the treaty itself. But strangely, we, to be precise, seem hostile to you. Feeling like you're drawing a line in your heart instead of being open-minded? And in the dragon maze, we're just scouting without a policy yet."

"I know there's nothing I can do to pretend to be with you."

"That's what I think, but I don't think we're too sweet over there anyway. And the Alliance. The Force unexpectedly accepted the Alliance and the offer of the Ghost. The Garden of the Ancients, like us, is being touched with a small amount of small crystals."

Cincy and Moscow.

The movements of the two cities were not as different as Arben had thought. However, it is worth noting that Sergei was happy to accept that he was reluctant to give information about ghosts.

However, these two pieces of information had to be pushed into one corner of his head as he heard the last story that came out of Lecter's mouth.

"Last but not least, Utopia with Jack Apron, the highest alert. This place has agreed to the Inevitable Treaty and has offered to lend its power to deal with the Ghost in reverse. And these guys are the ones who made me nervous."

"Are you preparing to go to war as a group?"

"Similar."

"... Really?"

If it's Jack who's heard the rumors, there's no possibility of him coming in with a real crazy relative. However, Arben's worries were only half right.

"Utopia, or Los Angeles, is trying to bring all the power and resources together to wage war. The target of the war..."

"Including not only Los Angeles, but all the cities to which you belong…."

"Everyone who can move has mobilized regardless of their skills?"

"What is the goal of defeat?!"

People in the rest of the city who heard Jack Apron's strategy, who had never thought of it, were forced to scream without one exception.

"The people who carried out the mission organized the units as they returned, and everything in the city was managed and operated under the supervision of Congress right from the time the order was issued. The slave knights of the top rankers and the ten 3rd Awakeners are also..."

"No boring reports. Why are you saying that you can just organize it in one word?"

"But as Chairman, you should know all of these things. As you may know, if the Vice Chairman gets caught up in these trivial facts,"

"What if I catch you? What difference does it make?"

"… Sorry."

Looking down at Rachel for a moment, Jack shakes his arm and bites her back, as if bored. Normally, he would spend time playing with top-rankers from other cities who were picky and rebellious with gorgeous girls, but now Jack is looking at empty sheets with nothing written on his own, not even a single person in the tent.

'Equally, intervention from other cities is never possible until a request is made. It's a very, very fair plan. But it can't even be fair.'

Jack, who didn't like it at first, but thought for a moment, soon realized that this condition was going to be quite favorable for him. The real hidden meaning of this condition is that it can be guaranteed absolute sovereignty over the target.

'In common sense, it takes at least a few more months to break this mission. However….'

"For those who can only move passively everywhere, I'm different!"

Move the entire city according to its own will, in the name of democracy through multiple opinions, to engage the entire city in a mission attack. Of course, there were no objections, but they were only a few to some extent, and it was impossible to change the massive flow.

Based on absolute governance, everyone uses the promise as a shield to focus the power of the entire city on the target without hesitation.

'If you do not succeed in all four attacks, you will be able to enter the final stage. Then, while the other cities wander around, they end their attack at once.'

Of course, this was a fairly risk-taking approach. If the Alliance, Red Storm and The Hope suddenly changed their positions and attacked Utopia, there was no way they could resist the defeated military attack. It was unlikely, but it was never zero. However, the benefits can also be sufficiently blurred by digging into the conditions suggested by ghosts.

"Ghost. I don't know what you've been thinking and what you've offered me, but I hope you've made up for something so big that I can't predict it. Otherwise..."

'Cause I might be very disappointed.'

Burr!

"What's wrong with you?"

"No, I feel chills for a while.."

"What kind of chills do you have? I wouldn't nod if I was hit head-on by iceberg magic. Why don't you tell me more about this?"

Looking at the paper Eli was shaking, Sung-hoon rubbed his face with both hands.

"Yes. If you turn a city into a perfect exhibition system and drive it to the battlefield at your own pace, there's no big deal, is there?"

"Jack's dominance of Utopia is too strong to think. First and foremost, Jack didn't run the city in a way that would allow him to use his own momentary base like his brother, or that would compel him to criticize people, but completely changed people's ideas, their fundamental consciousness. The whole city was brainwashed voluntarily."

"What a lunatic."

"That's great. You've made your enemies look good, so what do you think?"

I thought that having power over one region per force would be most advantageous for a synagogue skilled in linking with large group warfare using booksellers, and I was almost 100% sure the moment I heard the status of the other cities. However, the variable was a law that occurs everywhere.

"The best way to do that is to go behind him when his power is clearly reduced."

"You know that doesn't work, right? Even if we somehow attract the other two forces, if we get rid of Utopia, naturally the alliance will be branded as an unfaithful force and will be thrown to the ground."

"But I don't really care. Then stick to Sergei or even put an iron plate on his face and go to Arben."

"... Are you serious?"

"I mean it."

"……."

Eli, who was not immediately touched by whether he should be bold or stupid when he saw this, simply shook his mouth.

"What the hell are you thinking? '

He who knows himself best is Sung-hoon. And the one who knows the Holy Spirit best is himself.

That's what Ellie's been thinking so far. However, I have no idea what Sung-hoon is thinking right now.

'At first I thought I was trying to induce a dispute inside. But when I hear the story, I feel like I'm going to shake hands with Sergei and fight Arben and Jack, or I'm just going to fight all the forces.'

Tuck, tuck!

"……."

With a constant beat, without the impatience of a word, the figure of Seonghun, who kept silent, lightly slammed the table with his fingers, had the power to calm those who were strangely excited. However, unlike what was seen on the outside, it was Panic in his head.

'Things are rolling in a direction I didn't even think of.'

Opening water in all directions. That was the purpose of the Holy Spirit.

He thought he was weak and couldn't move because he had only one objective, which was suffering from mild paranoia. Induce the endogenous of Utopia. Observe the movements of sub-cities belonging to major cities. Ask for alliances with top-ranker individuals, not groups. It was moving in an octopus fashion so that it could be changed in any situation.

However, there was no easy way to go back to what the world had thought. If there were only one or two forces like this, there would be four forces, and the reversal warriors who had attacked the same Suraj as Shinxi were gathered, and the work of Sung-hoon in Yang and Yang and what they were doing in Yang and Yang were intertwined, and things were flowing in a direction that no one could predict.

It's like a boxing war where you take the wrong step and you can just roll over like that. However, in this situation, Sung-hoon smiled.

Sieg!

"Why are you laughing?"

"Can't I smile?"

'Even if I think about it, I'm a crooked guy.'

When I was able to afford it, when I was able to control and interfere, my anxiety was overwhelming, but when things changed quickly and I couldn't afford it, my mind subsided and on the other hand I felt comfortable. I want to raise this confusion even more. If the chaos is insurmountable to oneself, the feeling of a frog wanting to wind up even more so that everyone can't cope.

"If it's unpredictable, then it's okay to move to term."

"……."

"Why are you looking at me like that? I've been doing that all along. Rather, it's not my style to make such a grand plan and move in line with it."

"That might have worked so far. But if you continue to fight that way.."

Boom!

"Brother! Uh, what? To Elle's sister?"

"I came back sooner than I thought. Did you get that important information?"

The servant who looked at Eli for a moment said as if he was okay with Seonghun, he paused and said.

"I sent about 3,000 troops from Utopia towards The Hope and the Red Storm."

"A lot is a lot of numbers, but you don't have to send them to war that much?"

"Yes. They're reinforcements."

"Sergei and Arben asked for help?"

"No."

"So what's his backup?"

"Toronto and Moscow's subordinates, speaking for us, secretly contacted the forces of Kamikazena Gupa and received a request for assistance. They sent reinforcements to Bilmie."

"... That's a great number."

"I thought of it earlier, but I didn't think Jack would notice and use it."

Requests for support from forces in other cities that have been demobilized as Stragglers, not from forces like the Red Storm or The Hope! Of course I can't accept this from you. However, sending reinforcements is enough.

The 3,000 troops that have already been sent out will stir up the nerves like a thorn in the teeth, inducing a rebound from the main and lower forces, making it impossible for them to turn their eyes outside for a while.

"As long as Jack has already done this, when he tries to join forces and fight back, there is no cause, and it's too late for time. After all, there's only one way."

"What is that?"

Staring at the servant's naive gaze, Sung-hoon lifts his tail.

"We go out the same way."

Instead of yesterday's fifth consecutive year, today's capacity has risen.

In the meantime, I feel like I've gone too loose to finish as fast as I can, but 'Actually, I'm going to die just one stab!' 'Our fight continues!' I think my head will explode after constructing and writing a story so that I don't feel the same way. '

Predator, please.