How the Villain Lives

51. Time

Those who knew about Sung-hoon's Toronto trip thought they were going to do something suspicious. However, even though this time I came to help the mission with no real hidden intentions, Seong-Hoon realized that the gaze of surveillance was directed at him and smiled bitterly.

'I don't know why I don't trust people like this.'

Arben's top-ranker was so close to Mirina that he had to be escorted, and there were no less people hiding and watching than those who were officially exposed. Of course, it's a waste of effort, but I can't believe I said that straight away, and after a few days of preparation for the grave attack of grief, Sung-hoon was forced to stay half-asleep.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"The dining is delicious, the bedtime is great, and there's no shortage of dishes, but where would you be uncomfortable?"

"The atmosphere doesn't look good after all that."

"I feel bad. I feel bad."

Arben's top-ranker Alex had an atmosphere that seemed to have shifted her past mysticism. Of course, there was a difference between being thorough and being clerical.

"By the way, as far as I'm concerned, Toronto's power could not have been cleared in such a short period of time without great sacrifices, but it seems like you've completed your attack before the Dragon Boss monster. Do you have any special secrets?"

Alex, who was pondering for a moment, answered nicely whether he thought it was meaningless information.

"I liked the idea. Monsters here are monsters of Undead and Magical Attribute, and we have Saint Lucia. I didn't have any damage, but I was able to hit it much faster than I expected."

"So how much damage did you get?"

"I can't tell you that."

'I knew it.'

You will inevitably find out about the toprankers who will be running the Raid with you soon anyway. However, information on the circumstances of the damage is a completely separate issue. It is classified information that should not be passed on to enemies, even if there is little or no damage. Of course, Sung-hoon did not expect an answer and asked. This is a deliberate question that makes you think you're floating around to get information.

It wasn't specifically a plot to do anything, but if the person who is being suspected does not do anything and stays silent, he or she can live with the suspicion in a different sense. So he deliberately said acts or words that gave the impression that he was doing something or was trying to gather secret information once or twice. All these actions must have gone into Arben's ear and served to reduce anxiety during the galaxy. Alex would have thought he was being faithful to his role, but in fact he was playing in the hands of Sung-hoon from one to ten.

[Scattered morale begins to dig itself up]

[All stats start decreasing slowly]

'Is there something like this here?'

Sung-hoon, who had already experienced a similar phenomenon while targeting the new region, continued to walk along Alex without turning his back on him and finally confronted Toronto's top-rankers who were perfectly armed when the steps stopped. Seeing all of them in their own outfits and unique atmospheres, the first thing Sung-hoon thought about was the idea that it would not be worth it.

Top-rankers are not just people who are highly ranked, they have extraordinary strengths and talents that can be said to be different from others. like the power of force, the sword of mysticism, and the catch of Yooseong Hoon. So the number of top-rankers varied from city to city, and in severe cases, there were only one or two. In Toronto, the number of top-rankers was 8.

'Even Shinshi had seven top-rankers in the best prime period. Normal city top-rankers are usually four to five, and these guys are twice as likely to be there.'

"Quite a few numbers. If we join together, we'll only have 10 men. Are you going to challenge us with this number?"

"The monsters here are not strong enough to push with their heads. It is better to challenge with a minority politeness only to increase your sacrifice clumsily."

"Hmm. If you thought you were targeting with a small number of life-saving jobs, there must have been a good reason for that. Well, fine. I'm an outsider all the way, so I'm not in a position to say that, so I'll do what you say. Encourage them to eat at will."

"Surprisingly gentle retreat."

"Really. What do you think I'm saying here? Do you think there's only one person on my side? Even though there are so many doubts, I'm still complaining, and I'm complaining. Khhhh."

"… Argh."

Caddy!

Arben, who was grinding his teeth so violently that he was worried about his dental health, immediately realized his situation and coughed for a moment and opened his mouth.

"Hmm. From now on, we're dealing with a very high-level undead monster called Death Roads. According to information obtained from the library, he is a monster that is focused on melee warfare. So I want you and Mirina to take over the role of dealing with the ghost in front of him."

"I don't think you know how strong a boss monster in a class S mission can be. Myrina and I are strong, but I can't guarantee that we'll be able to tie him up against a horrible man named Death Lord."

"Don't worry. Four, including me, and a total of six, will face him."

There were four more, but it didn't change. It was only about that much power that lasted about five minutes. However, Arben continued to speak with a proud expression.

"Of course, if we put six men in front of us, we'll lose. So Lucia will buff and recover from the rear, and Archer Ren and Thief Lecter will blow up ranged attacks to draw attention."

"Then we can hold on for about half an hour."

"Yes. But if you add one more person to it, you can win. Carl."

"Haaaaam. Did you call?"

Unlike others dressed differently, the presence of a boy named Sword who didn't even carry old clothes and weapons embarrassed him for a while. But then something really amazing happened.

"You said his name was Ghost, right? How much magic do you have?"

"Why are you asking me all of a sudden?"

"I knew I wouldn't tell you what to ask right away. So you change the question and you have more than 2,000 magic powers?"

"... I can't cross it."

"That's it. I will cast a skill now, so don't resist and accept it."

It was an endless proposition, but Seong Hun, who thought there was a more effective way to attack, sank his resistance.

[Carl cast his soul share.]

[Magic Recovery Rate +30%.]

[Decrease Magic Power Consumption by 20%.]

[Sharing Magic Power Numbers 2451.]

"What, what is this?!"

There were only four open message windows, but each contained shocking content. While the options for increasing Magic Recovery and reducing Consumption were simple, it was also not surprising that the numbers were almost the same as Legendary Weapons and that they shared the magic power of 2451.

"All you have to do is pull the magic out of the line. Of course, it's not infinitely suppliable, it's only suppliable within that number, but at that rate, it's going to double its horsepower, right?"

"Carl's job is a spirit restorer. Direct combat skills are almost nothing compared to top-rankers, but in terms of aids, they have the power to outperform Lucia in some way."

I looked at the sword with an embarrassing look, as well as Sung-hoon, at the enormous magical power figure that can be seen twice or even three times the dizzy top-ranker. I never dreamed I would have a job that would provide you with infinite magic power.

Normally, the ability of a Buff or Recovery Assistant is limited to strength, stamina, and agility. The boy named Carl thoroughly broke that stereotype. Sung-hoon, who barely swallowed the new voice, pretended to be as mediocre as possible.

"... If you have a magic figure of 2451, you might want to start with a skill that other people need to join."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not possible. I only have one magic bullet to attack because I have a job penalty. I'm actually not going to help the battle directly, but I'm going to fall back and recover my magic."

"Thank goodness."

If I could use any kind of high-level magic on a subject with this ability, it would be catastrophic. Arben, who was only using one skill called soul sharing, looked at the fleeing sword and said, "I think it was too late.

"For your information, do not use that shared magic as a pretext. Restrict your use to the extent that you lack your own magic power or have a high level of magical power consumption."

"Do you need to save it for 2400?"

"It's not just you, it's the magic that everyone here shares. Of course, Carl's Magic Recovery is very fast, and unless everyone takes out excessive magic at once, soul sharing will not be abruptly cut off, but there is still something about it."

Inscribed in his head the existence of a sword that contained much more dangerous possibilities than dizzy prosecutors or wizards, Sung-hoon nodded, answering dry questions.

'I don't have much to do with people in the middle, but if you think that guy is going to be with Yu White Woo... It's horrible.'

"Keep in mind."

"Fine. Lucia will put a buff on it and Lecter will set a trap from now on, so don't step on it later and remember your location. And…."

"Can I just say a word?"

"As much as it's about the attack."

"I know how to set a trap, but can I set it up a little bit?"

"... What?"

Arben's expression distorts strangely when he hears stories he doesn't even think about.

It's getting closer and closer.

I'm writing a novel, and I want to cry over and over again.

1. Hot and cold weather 2. I keep thinking about the next one as it gets closer 3. Fun and high fidelity watches 4. Even the slums.