How the Villain Lives

54. Why do villains talk so much?

If you don't want to have a way, you can attract time by triggering a death squad built into your cult. However, if we talked about winning this conversation for 5 minutes or even 3 minutes, we could say that Sung-hoon is the only business left. Still, don't you wonder what they're talking about? Unfortunately, however, it was Sung-hoon's idea alone.

"Yoo White Woo, is there any magic that temporarily paralyzes your hearing?"

"There is, but there is."

"Then write that down. Or if someone gives me an earplug, I'll go get his neck right away."

"The moment I listened to him, I had already crossed the line. It's best to just ignore it."

"Uh, what?"

He made a few jokes and acted as if everyone had not heard him, and the most important top-rankers were even violent, such as rotting their faces or looking for earplugs. I haven't even begun to speak yet, but as if I didn't know how to react like this, it was forceful to blow the tornado on Sung-hoon who was embarrassed.

"Don't you think the people here don't know what you've been up to?!"

"No, I don't want much. I just want to ask you one thing..."

"That's the most dangerous thing to say."

Arben pulls out his sword and sprinkles a roaring fire around him.

"In the first place, it's weird that we even talked about it like this. From the moment you show up in the middle of the enemy, obsessed with your own safety on a pathological schedule, something must be up."

"You seem to overestimate me."

"Better than underestimating."

"I'll leave the vanguard to you. Yu Baek Woo! I want you to grind it in advance with something big! Me and the other toprankers will support you in the back."

Glub.

A drop of sweat began to flow from the back of Sung-hoon looking at the wind blades and toprankers who were fixing their weapons, as if they were about to fly. It's not a good situation, but I seriously thought about whether he was not so good as to be treated like this, and then I told him without leaving my mind.

"It's not just me, it's everyone's job! Why are you being so sensitive?"

Seong-hoon really cared about his behavior. Of course, it wasn't a little bit, a little bit of a stab in the conscience, but is there anyone who can do anything in life? And everyone who heard it started to slowly jump in like it was no longer worth talking about.

The difference between the perpetrator and the victim was different, but Yooseong Hun was so audacious. Otherwise, because of the oil sprinkled into the burning fire, people's foresight increased by 120%, and even Mirina pulled out a blue-red sword and stood behind the Holy Hun with a serious expression. If there is a trigger, there will be a clot that splashes right away. However, there was a man who had set the fire.

"Are you okay? Are you having a conversation?"

"Jack! He's got a purpose!"

"That's how much I know. But nothing changes because it lasts about five minutes. Even if he has a lot of power, we'll just take care of those two and go straight to the final stage and win. Honestly, you're all wondering what you're gonna say?"

"I disagree with Jack's opinion."

Sergey, who had kept silent without saying a word so far, suddenly supported Jack, and Courageous and Arben pondered for a while, and once they started to sink their energy. Honestly, Jack did what he said.

I knew better than anyone that curiosity kills cats, but there was nothing Sung-hoon could do to say a word or two in this place right now. The top-rankers, of course, and the people here have been together for two years, and they've become mentally armed, so it's impossible to incite them, no matter what they say.

"But I'm not an idiot either. Just ask me one question."

"Can I have two?"

"Can you interpret it as fighting right now?"

"It's hard to tell. Okay, well, don't worry too much. One question is enough."

Sergei, though, couldn't understand why Jack suddenly helped, but he thought it was good. Sung-hoon looked at the four top-rankers who could be said to represent your group.

"Why do you want to be the successor of God? I don't care if it's true or false, so I want you to hear it."

It was a question that did not suit the current situation, but in a sense penetrated its essence. Some people made expressions that they ate questions that they didn't even think of. Some people closed their eyes and seriously thought about it. The first person who heard the answer was Jack.

"I thought I'd ask you something great. Is that it? The reason is simple. Isn't it a natural desire for anyone to have the power to go up high and do anything? Well, I don't like who's on top of me."

"That's it?"

"Desire is the reason people live, and that's all. I don't even have the ability, but why shouldn't I?"

Extremely simple, but it was the answer that best knew a man named Jack. The next thing I knew, I was forced to open my mouth.

"I don't like asking these hot questions, but there's nothing I can't tell you if I think it's my last will. I don't like to play with transcendent beings like the words on the playboard. It is my goal to be truly free from play on the board."

"I can't believe it's just ignorant compulsion. This is amazing."

"... You can't see anything now, can you? You're just saying it's a pierced mouth."

"I know you're rushing to kill me anyway, but why would you blame me? It's advantageous not to just say what you want to say."

"……."

Argh!

I only spoke a few words, but I felt my blood pressure rise. Just as top-rankers all had one or two special talents, Yooseong Hoon seemed to be on a level that no one could really follow as much as making fun of the bottom and making people angry.

'Yes, talk all you want. When this ridiculous conversation is over, I'll put a hole in your chest.'

Arben, who was seriously contemplating the distance to start the attack before anyone else, finally opened his mouth by grasping the speckled throwing spear in the empty right.

"To create a better world."

"Huh? What?"

"Being a successor to God is the same as being a God someday. It's not the kind of god that I'm not sure if I'm on Earth, it's the kind of god that has the power to create thousands and tens of thousands of worlds as needed and to bring the dead back to life."

"So what makes the world a better place?"

"Yes. At least this will bring people together and make it impossible for them to die and kill."

"... That's a great goal."

In response to the straightforward remark that could really come out of any story to the end, Sung-hoon stroked his arm and tried to sink the chicken flesh as much as possible. I didn't even like it because I had eyes full of will. Does it feel like you're just gonna get tired when you get involved?

And lastly, Sergei spoke boldly, raising his hands lightly.

"What do you think you're doing? There's no reason."

People thought it was a rude answer, so they just looked around. But now Sergei truly replied that he knew the Holy Spirit best, not anyone else. I could hear his sincerity the last time I solicited him.

'... no purpose?'

'I have no ambition, no aim. I just lost a few rounds to some scumbag claiming a policy that was damaging to me, and naturally people got together and let it bother me, and they created a plausible group called the Red Storm. There was a war with another city, and I tried so hard to die, and I kept winning, and I came all the way here, and I couldn't be isolated because the three cities were making alliances and uniting.'

It was not reminiscent of the ignorant body, but Sergei was an extremely ordinary person of emotion and mindset. Even so, persuasion can go smoothly.

"Well, I guess there's no one else to talk to now. I'll be the first..."

"What a rush. You still have one left, don't you?"

"... who's left?"

"The party that asked the question."

"Huh? Me?"

"I've heard the answers from people here, but shouldn't I be able to hear yours? I don't care if you don't want to take any more time. Hhhhh."

The thought of making fun openly slightly distorted Sung-hoon's forehead, but soon began to turn into a smiley little face.

"There was no such thing as your Sergei. The people who treated me so nicely a while ago gave me a reason. I don't want you guys to look good, so I'm trying to fuck you. It's plausible, isn't it? Hahaha."

"Hahahahaha!"

Ever since Sung-hoon spoke out loud about how to laugh, everyone's gaze has been focused on Jack. Jack, who had been laughing for a long time, said, wiping his tears only late.

"Ah, that was a satisfactory answer. I'd like to have a cup of tea and talk to you for a while."

"I'm always welcome."

"But unfortunately, the people around me are so distracted right now. Well, villains usually have a lot to say, but that's the same thing. I think I've had enough time. I want you to show me when you get ready."

The reason for stretching the holiday words to suit the shorts was simple. To help Sung-hoon turn off time. There is no point in catching the defenseless Holy Spirit. I was convinced that I could defeat myself and it was only meaningful if I defeated Sung-hyun with all my abilities.

'Cause it's the funniest way to get all the power you've got, and when you knock your opponent in the face that you think you're gonna win.'

Weeds need to be uprooted to get rid of them. It was Jack's idea to instill in him a perfect defeat so that he would never think about resuscitating again.

"Thank you so much for tears. I'm still a little short, but can't we just give it a little more time?"

"Well, then..."

"Shut up!"

Wedgehog!

Khh!

When I saw the maze thrown with all its power stuck in the sword in Myri and stuck to the ground, I began to come forward grinding my teeth so violently that I thought it might break.

"How long are you going to have this nagging conversation? Keep talking, if you can!"

"Dust configuration! Think of yourself as the Least A Raid Boss and join the battle!"

"Be more careful with the dagger by your side than Yooseong Hoon! Dealing with it yourself is limited to a minimum of top-ranker skills and is magically restrained!"

Dozens of times I've been practicing, looking at people who move like water and scratching their heads like they're annoying.

"That's how it goes."

'I've attracted enough attention.'

Of course, it is still insufficient, but I still thought about what would happen, and Sung-hoon chose to die. After Myri pulled the sword to Sung-hoon, people became even more nervous and kept their distance. Running to the two top-rankers who are considered the strongest in melee warfare is suicide.

Once a gap is created with the help of wizards or archers like Yu White Woo, Jack, Arben, Strong, Sergei will jump in. However, as if they had been pierced, the Holy Spirit moved one step ahead.

Cheer up!

He grabbed the crescent in reverse, stuck it in the ground, and muttered lightly.

"Army of death."

And darkness began to spread.

It's hard to dirty the reserve....

I wore combat boots for half a day, but how could I have worn this for two years? My feet hurt, my arms swollen, my head pounded...

How long are we supposed to take this? [Chuckles]