How the Villain Lives

50. Chicken run.

The attack on the garden of ancient times was proceeding faster than I thought. At the beginning of the day, of course, there were thousands of casualties, and the depletion of potions and order documents meant that people had to slow down the process, but soon they were able to adapt. Yu White Woo sees this attack as a war, not just hunting one or two monsters, but strategizing accordingly.

'You have to think of monsters as an army and fight. If you don't have more than ten top-rankers or senior rankers, you need to keep the minimum number at least 2,000, and if you have a few or dozen different jobs together, it's less efficient. Healer needs it, so we distribute it so that each unit can be a certain number, and we can tie the same occupational group together to form a massive faction and fight.'

To conclude, Yu White Woo's operation worked very well. In the meantime, it is doubtful that the composition of the armed forces, composed of large-scale exercises and uniformed professions, which had been teased by the underdog to be swollen, is the foresight of this moment. Hundreds of knights heard the shield in groups, and the attacks fired by wizards and archers were like rain, but aimed precisely at the enemy.

Moreover, when the majority of the uninhabited Gupa's people used the power of Jin to impose themselves on the battle, they were forced to climb even further. Occasionally, the unique or powerful monsters could not be completely damaged, but when they entered the latter part of the day, they continued to develop their elders so that they could finish the hunt with only about a hundred sacrifices.

"I thought..."

Tuck.

After searching all the temples that were scattered throughout the ancient garden and leaving only one of the largest temples in the centre, Yu White Woo was forced to sigh long in frustrated hearts.

"The consumption of various equipment and consumables, the costs paid to the forcibly mobilized people, the comforting money in the event of death, the maintenance of an extremely shriveled market inside the synagogue, and the detailed list add up much more. How much money did we raise?"

"Approximately 90% of the total has been consumed. At least this is because we quickly cashed out the items during the process."

"What is the number of deaths?"

"The cumulative number of deaths so far is about 45,000, and there are duplicate deaths, so the synagogue still has a population of 70,000."

At first glance, I was able to think that I was doing quite a bit less damage after completing a Class S mission. However, if I dig into the details, the situation was completely different. What was needed to sustain tens of thousands of troops was not just food. Once he was forced to mobilize, he had to pay at least one remuneration, and he also had to take care of the repairs or supplies to the soldiers' organs. An Arrowhead made of Rare Metal, Mana Recovery Potion, and Blessing Magic Scroll cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of guilds a day.

The issue of fatalities was even more serious.

There are not so many of the 70,000 people who now have free lives. Those without more lives were forced to deploy to the rear even for equity, which in turn led to restrictions on troop operations. In this situation, we could have been hit by an enormous afterstorm that would have taken care of things in the middle of the day.

'If we hadn't reduced the damage and dispersed it as much as possible, there would have been a rebellion.'

"I've been expecting this amount of damage since I decided to proceed with the speeding. But I've been through it myself, and it's a little bitter."

"After all, we need to get things done quickly before the damage gets bigger and people's complaints get out directly."

"And the final stage search?"

"Not yet, but I've specified candidates who are assumed to be the last stage in a newly opened field, including abandoned buildings, wizards and huge trees. I think clearing the Garden of Agony will give me a clue."

As the water flowed, the overwhelming majority of those who heard the report of the fluffy mildew said with a tired look, sitting in a chair.

"I can see the end. If we clear that last stage, don't we have to do this shit anymore?"

"Probably."

"To tell you the truth, I'm so tired now. If this life had been repeated a little longer, I might have given up everything and run away or killed myself."

"Coercive?"

The reason that coercion could defeat those who fought, such as Yoo Baek Woo and Kim Lee Hyun, and become the head of a large organization called the Union, was because it always led everyone without despair, wherever they were. But now, he was always so energetic and ignorant that he could only look ahead and run. He was just looking at the eyes of a grumpy christian who got tired of everything.

"When I first fell into this dreadful world, I was a little excited, to be honest. Isn't everyone? I was happy to easily get the powers that would come from cheap fantasy novels, and I imagined that I could grind these powers to become a hero and do something great."

"... You're not the only one who's tough. That's what I thought once."

"But it won't take long either. An overwhelming force that no one can overcome? The head of a giant organization? The best leader you can trust and follow? I don't need all that. You can throw it all away, so I hope you enjoy your peace without worrying about the future for just one day."

"……."

"I miss getting up late in the morning to eat and talk to my friends and watch that ridiculous broadcast so much tranquility."

Yu White Woo, who had seen the face of force that had not been shown to anyone so far, could not say anything and was just quietly bowing his head. After a brief period of time, he lifted up his shoulders and opened his mouth as he began to squeeze against the edge of his eyes.

"I really hate this world. So..."

Khhhh!

"... I will do my best until the end."

"I agree."

"You said something useless. So is this the end of today's agenda?"

I was worried about what might happen, but when I returned to my usual appearance, Yoo White said with a sigh of relief.

"I have another one. I sent a secret envoy from Jack Apron in Utopia about ghosts."

"I haven't seen Jack since I first saw him. So what exactly is it? Are you asking me to hand over the recruits because they're going to be on the same ridiculous terms as last time?"

"No, there are two things Jack suggested. The first is precise information about the forces that the ghost has set up inside the Shinsi."

"Even if you hand over how you figured it out, you'd stop without it. We've already covered it up a little bit, haven't we?"

"I'm not sure, but at least I've distinguished the big things, and that should be enough for sure. But the second thing is more important."

"What is that?"

"It gives me a legitimate cause to kill ghosts."

"... Tell me a little more about it."

The tents offered to top-rankers are much bigger than ordinary tents and are especially considerate so that only one person can stay in that huge space for convenience. As long as there were no particular circumstances, they preferred to be alone. However, there was another top-ranker in the tent of the Holy Hun, which was Mirina.

"It's too big for you two."

"Better than narrow. This is a currency exchange hotel compared to the one I used to sleep in in in the rush hut in the woods."

"I wasn't so bad with that narrow hut."

"... What does that mean?"

"T, it doesn't mean anything special."

It was quite different when compared to a few years ago, when Seong-hoon and Miri were talking like friends without burden. Unlike the past, where I felt so reluctant to speak because of the oppression of Seong Hoon, Miri was not a little awkward at the moment and was giving a conversation so spontaneously.

The polite 'enlightenment' event was influenced in a good direction. Of course, I also accepted Sung-hoon's attitude. I mean, it was like trying to cling to something weird or saying something with a meaningful heart, but wouldn't it be better to have less intimacy?

"What would other people think when they see you sleeping in one tent together?"

"What do you think, what do you think? You must think the escort is working hard."

".. I guess so, right?"

'... I can't see the gap.'

When I realized the sincerity of Sung-hoon who had worked so hard to awaken a dull self without thinking about his face or pride at all, I began to mix something affectionate and moody with the heart that had simply admired the teacher. To express it, he appealed to the change in conversation or behavior during the galaxy, but the opponent did not respond to anything and only responded as usual.

In the first place, Sung-hoon was completely ignorant of the feeling of love because he had never received rational love and had never loved anyone before. It was the story of a starry country that no one could even imagine loving themselves. In addition, if the target was a myriad of creatures called monsters, it would have to be more so.

After all, Miri, who was about to appeal in her own way, was forced to fold the plan and tell a story that would interest Sung-hoon as well.

"By the way, what the hell are you going to do now? Judging by the story that Elina heard, do you have any plans to hide something that's moving into heavy heating?"

"I've moved so loosely that you can see that."

"It wasn't much of a trick or a sword, was it? Anyway, I'm sure the coping is poor right now, but if it wasn't for me, everyone would know. There is not a single striking or bold plan that we have shown so far."

"To be honest, I have one thing in mind. If you're brilliant, if you're cliché, you can't do that. However..."

'... but it's a problem because gambling is too dark.'

A gamble that can be almost guaranteed victory if it succeeds and nothing if it fails. Since he was in such a position not to gamble, Sung-hoon, who swallowed his back words, stared at Myri's eyes for a while and cleared his mind.

'This plan is impossible without Miri's cooperation anyway.'

"Miriam. From now on, the story I'm telling is absolutely immense. Can you promise not to tell Eli, not to the employees, not to anyone?"

"Wrong question."

"Huh?"

"Can you promise me that? I'm ordering you to do so."

Just as I was talking about the fact that the apple fell from top to bottom, I smiled slightly, looking at Mirina, who spoke boldly, as if it were natural to do so.

I wrote too late because it was so funny. You can't do this...