How the Villain Lives

53. Insignia.

Your personal income, self-employment, causal response, and self-sufficiency.

The detailed meaning is different, but if we reduce the meaning of these words to one line, we can probably abbreviate them as' reap as sown '. Whether it is good or evil, the actions that have been built up regularly must be brought back to life. And it was Sung-hoon who experienced the meaning of the words with his own body. I fell into the abyss one day in the glorious throne of all men.

'Revenge, of course, must be done. But how?'

Jack Apron, chairman of Utopia, a strong trainer of the coalition. It's okay to say that only two people pointed their weapons at the city, once both forces that are wrinkling the city turned against the enemy. Moreover, the great alliance that attracted Arben and even Sergei in the meantime could be said to be a huge group that could not even be stabbed in the corner with the current Holy Hun.

Four forces representing each city.

Together, 100,000 people could not be eaten in a realistic way in a situation where the elite troops were watching with both eyes open. There was also insufficient power to confront and, above all, absolutely insufficient time. No, I didn't think it was enough.

'From a slightly different point of view, it wasn't enough. The garage was overflowing.'

A coalition of four forces? The power to fight it was always in sight. Reduced time? It was clear that the time that floated to create anxiety on purpose would grab their ankles.

"How about this?"

"It's a square. It's always nice to have a lot of people around, but... are you really going to do it?"

"I have to. No, I have to."

This was the perfect time to be frightened of yourself and the cerebral cortex, and the majority of the coalition members who were out of the way. Of course I'm not anxious. From now on, what was happening was so huge that Sung-hoon couldn't compare to anything that had been done so far. Of course, I am thoroughly prepared, but I may get rough because of unexpected variables.

"I'd rather...."

"Why?"

Whatever Sung-hoon did, I wanted to stick next to him and join him to the end. However, there were some who wished to live in peace, instead of stepping on the dangerous work of the Holy Spirit.

If you give up your revenge right now, you can rely on Sergei or leave Lee Seo-jun as a proxy to live in abundance for the rest of your life. The path Yooseong Hun wants. And the path you want. Mirina, who had been thinking about it for a while, finally shook her head left and right. I cannot ignore the will of the Holy Spirit because of my own desire.

'All I can do is cut down the enemy. If it's dangerous, I can cut off any enemy in front of me. I can't. I'm a shield.'

"Take this."

"Why the ring?"

"I got it before, but I think I need it most now."

All she had left was a ring with a little purple prison attached. I didn't know about Sung-hoon, but this ring was provided by the Alliance just before the battle against Jang-eun in the past and was chosen by Mirina. The most unlikely item to choose from among the many items that can directly help Mirina. I will give you the ring now because of the shame of choosing it.

Pairing of Pledges.

Rating: Legend

Type: ring.

A ring containing the wishes of men and women who promised eternal love. For a loved one, the heart of death melts and this ring has a special magic called soul sharing. Wear this ring only if you have a death wish for the opponent.

Once worn, it cannot be undone forever.

Magic Recovery Rate 5%

Special effects by soul sharing.

1. 1% of the damage dealt to the Pledgee in the event of attack.

2. 5% Stat is added to Pledge as Bonus Stat.

3. One person wearing a ring can be resurrected at the expense of another if he/she dies.

"... What about this?"

An option too humble to be called a legend.

However, there were some things that were shocking enough to make Sung-hoon talk instantly. Resurrection option on the last line, not Damage Delivery or Bonus Stats. It wasn't as unconditional as Phoenix's feathers, but once it was possible to resurrect, it was worth a fortune.

Moreover, the pairing of this pledge could not be happier as there was only one additional life left. Literally trying to make a living. If there was a problem, it was only he who benefited from wearing this ring.

'Myriana has one more life left, so I don't care, but I don't have any more. In fact, there's no benefit to Mirina. Why the hell would you do this?'

"Thank you, but if you think about the penalty, you have to give the other side to your men and wait in the city..."

"That's not possible!"

"Huh?!"

"You, this ring must be embraced by the two of us!"

Mirina, who had never followed in obedience and raised her voice at any time, reacted so vigorously, was the first person to see Sung-hoon. Mirina also noticed his behavior late and lowered her voice, but she was wearing eyes full of willingness to concede this.

'No, why on earth?'

I had no idea why Miri's face was raised or why two people had to be hugged. At least for a while I could figure out why Mirina pushed her head so strongly.

'Of course, if you want to increase your bonus stats a little bit, you have to wear it by both of us. Moreover, 1% of the damage is passed on to each other, which has the advantage of being immediately noticeable even when the other side is in crisis. Even if you lose one life, you don't want to regret it as much as you do in the final battle?'

If Mirina had been able to penetrate the thoughts of the Holy Hun, she would have shouted without hesitation that she was wrong. What Sung-hoon was thinking was an option for the item, and what Mirina was thinking was the name and content of the item.

I didn't even know what my feelings were. It was simply because of his conviction that he was interested in Sung-hoon the first time. However, over time, from patriotism to competition, from competition to respect, from respect to friendliness, I was unable to assert what feelings I had for Sung-hoon.

But one thing was clear. When I see Sung-hoon, my cold winter heart begins to relax and when I act together, even the dry routine turns interesting and fun, causing my heart to beat. I was guessing what the emotion was, but I couldn't get it out of my mouth or reveal it.

"Do you really want something like me? '

He always acted like a thug and showed only impulsiveness, so he hesitated that it would not suit Sung-hoon. However, thinking that this might be the last time, Mireille no longer hesitated and expressed her mind through the pairing of this pledge.

"Once you put it on, you'll never pull it out again."

"… I know."

"Even if I change my mind later, I can't turn back. If you're drunk on momentary emotions and choose."

"It's not an instant emotion. For a long time, and as a result of serious thinking and making decisions, I am prepared not to regret my choices."

He nodded his head without saying anything. If I was so serious, I couldn't continue to say no. As I picked up the ring and pushed it into an empty pocket, the flush within the miri darkened, and I took out another pair of rings and put them in my fingers.

You wore the Pairing of Pledges. This ring cannot be undone forever.

Soul Sharing is activated.

"You can go now."

"……."

After looking at Myrina for a while, Sung-hoon turned around and began to walk toward the center of the square.

Although it was not planned, nor was someone instructed, Shinshi was as excited as the festival. I was always forced to sleep and live, but as of today, I was able to be freed from all such gullies and truly enjoy peace and freedom.

The people in control were also relaxing and enjoying the atmosphere with a light accompaniment to delicious food, and the people with the playing skills took out simple instruments to quite full-scale instruments to cheer up and sing. And there appeared among them the most crowded and the most crowded square that no one had thought of.

Faaah!

The first person to notice it was a man who was singing joyfully with a friend, bumping into a cup of wine. Suddenly, the surroundings darkened, as if they were clouds. So the man who looked up at the sky unwittingly was forced to look up at the sky with just a dumb look at the scene that he had never thought of.

"What's wrong with this guy playing all of a sudden? Is there something in the sky?"

"Hey.."

"... Huh?"

One to two, two to four, four to eight.

The more people who fixed their eyes, the more the atmosphere began to subside, and as everyone's eyes became focused, the square was covered in silence that was heavy enough to hear even the sound of a needle falling.

Sung-hoon, the father-in-law who fell silent just by revealing himself without saying a word, began to move slowly down to the ground, ignoring the gaze gathered to him, and sat down slightly on the fountain in the middle to look around.

"……."

Those who used to use evil to catch the Holy Hung, and those who protested on their behalf, said that there would be a situation, remained silent without knowing what reaction the party should react when it appeared so boldly. And it was not the Holy Hun who broke the silence that followed, but the fruit that flew from somewhere.

Kwajik!

"You son of a bitch! Are you a person?"

"……."

"Because of you, my friend died because of you! Save my friend, you son of a bitch!"

"What, what are you doing? Don't you want to stop it?"

At first there was only one, but soon the people buried in the crowd began throwing various things at Sung-hoon one by one. People throwing things, and people drying them together, began to turn the square into a chaotic crucible, and the people who were around came together, one by one, and the scale began to grow.

Puck! Puck!

If you want to resist you can resist as much as you want. Even if you activate a simple defense skill, you will not dust your body. However, the Holy Spirit stood still accepting everything without even resisting it.

'... you're not really angry.'

If he really wanted to do something to himself, whether it was justice or revenge, he would have run towards himself with an arrow, dagger, or weapon, not a bottle with fruit or drink. However, it does not do so. The reason was simple. It was because it was moving at a loss, consciously or unconsciously.

If you are really angry, you can reveal your flesh and dump it. However, it is true that everyone knows that Sung-hoon is a top-ranker. If Sung-hoon fights back, he may die without making a sound. That's why I'm throwing fruit, pouring profanity, and everyone else is complacent, and I'm swept away by the atmosphere and expressing moderately manipulated anger.

Pulsuk!

Then Sung-hoon began to move around when he felt that he was in a state of chaos.

"Do something!"

"Mi, don't push!"

I only had to raise one arm, but the people who were excited by Seong-hoon's movements began to burst into panic and burrow or bend their heads in the crowd. However, it did not have to be so hypersensitive.

In the first place, Sung-hoon had no intention of attacking. The place where the slow moving arm arrived was above the mask that covered his face. And I wanted to hesitate for a moment, and a mask, also known as the symbol of the Ghost, fell into my hands.

"... Huh?"

Everyone already knew about the ghost's real name and face because of the information the coalition spread. However, even though I knew it in advance, taking off the mask directly in front of my eyes gave me a whole new shock. Beyond the mask was the face of a man who could be said to be plainly handsome. And that person..

"… I feel sorry for you."

I was crying with my head up.

Ah! I can't use my stubbornness...

The pairing of pledges appeared in 392 paintings.