I Reincarnated as a Villain of an RPG, But I Want to Survive

First hang Ji Sacred Art on yourself.

A wisdom sacrament with the effect of limitless zeroing of presence, without first being noticed by my presence while it is working.

During the game it was a technique to get rid of encounting on the field, but also in this world it was an effective means to escape the Warcraft.

The first trials of this selection.

If the criterion is that we should survive until the number is narrowed down somewhat, then this is the same as if we had already passed.

You just have to wait silently beside him for your rivals to crumble in a position that won't be perceived by the Warcraft.

But I was the one not to do it.

For example, a stranger is being chased by a manglaton.

"Bitter!? Help!...... bazuke...!?"

He ran out of energy and soul, like he was running on his own.

Even though I'm running, it's slower than walking.

From behind it, a manglaton ran over and buckled open a large mouth resembling the goatmeal.

I could see the countless teeth inside.

The aim is undoubtedly that exhausted man, who would be swallowed up without the art of exchange if he stayed like this and would fit in the belly of the Warcraft while being smoothed with countless teeth.

Before that I rushed over and saved him from the fangs of the Warcraft by pushing the man away.

The Warcraft missed the prey that they thought they had captured. 'I was bewildered, but I was tragically killed by Forte, who jumped in from the side after being poked through that bewildered gap.

I mean, I grabbed the exhausted man and ran and headed to the corner of the square...

"Ho ho."

I threw an exhausted man outside the gate.

The only rule that "whoever goes out of the square is disqualified" made him a retailer, but instead he will not be driven by the Warcraft anymore.

His life was saved.

Beyond the gate. On the other side of the border from the square side, there were more men and women rolling and stretching in the same way than I could count.

"You've been able to release a lot. But not yet…………………."

Much remains.

The emperor said, "Continue until it's reduced to about a hundred."

How much longer? From the inside out, you can't tell a hundred or three hundred people quickly, can you?

"No, just keep going."

I went back to the center of the square to find a rescuer.

There are some people in the Selection who genuinely fight for the entry of the Twelve Apostles. While taking care not to disturb those people......

"Ooh?

Now I come across a terrible case.

I'm throwing up so much blood from my mouth.

His abdomen is shattered by a distorted shape, and he's probably about to be thoughtfully stepped on with a manglaton hoof where he fell.

"Gu......! Oh…………!

Something's wrong with my breathing.

If it's in good standing, it would be causing even a gut rupture.

I squeezed my hand and cast a healing magic.

"< Mehorazan >"

The green light flows from my hands to the dying injured, and the light penetrates my body...

"…… Hmm? Mmm!? eh!?"

I healed the wound beautifully.

"You're lying!? Your body's moving! No pain at all! I thought you couldn't do it anymore!

That's full healing magic < mehorazan >.

Although systematically there are still superiors such as overall full speed magic, the power of allied full healing is amazing in this world.

Don't heal anything if you're not even dead. This.

"You saved me!? You did the healing magic!? I don't know what you're going to do, but you saved me! Thanks!"

"Congratulations on picking up your life. Then get out of the square immediately."

"What are you talking about!? I can still fight more than I've ever been able to! This time I will not fail. I will surely be the Twelve Apostles!

"Just kidding."

Eagle the face of a dying man in full swing.

A little cage of strength in my hand rang the roaring sound of a mistletoe bone.

"You're failing when you're seriously injured. Will the Emperor seek a blunt feeling that he will be hemmed and crushed by the Warcraft in this degree of turmoil?"

"Ooh...!?"

A man groans at the pain of just getting his skull crushed.

"All you've picked up is life. Give up hope for another time."

If you want to crude the life I saved you because you don't understand it...

"Now I'll kill you with my hands."

"... ugh!...... ugh!

My sincerity came through, and they gestured to me and gave me their consent.

Glad you understand.

Let go of my hand.

"Then now it's time to go straight out of the square. Be careful not to get hit again."

"Ghaaaaaa!? Empire City Scared Yeahaaa!?"

In this way, I repeatedly saved the life-threatening challengers with care.

Anyone who says it's hypocritical, die.

"Brother! Come on, rescue!

I wave back to my sister, who slapped and killed another manglaton.

Selen and Forte and Gashi also seemed to have my behavior in sight when they started selling it to someone they thought was on their side.

Some laughed bitterly, others thumbed up silently, and time passed as they stood around busily.

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"…… of the 300, twenty-three and five have fallen off. It's seen as fitting."

"Uhm."

The primary selection is finally over.

Selene, Forte, Gasi, Ray, Seki, and Saraka.

All the people I knew passed safely.

I went through, too, just in case.

Thanks to the loose criterion of 'pass if you survive', it was like being promised a pass at the time of < sign blocking >.

That's what I'm gonna do for rescue.

"You're a face demon. Zero fatalities?"

"Ha, more than a hundred deaths were initially expected, but miraculously"

I'm not expecting this.

If you were expecting it, take care of it.

The hall was bloody and presented with a picture of hell, but the blood scattered was not human.

All belonged to the Warcraft.

In the end, the warcraft was never replaced and exhausted, whether it was defeated or defeated, but the corpse rolled narrowly all over it.

"I killed him all over again."

The top three shots down would be Selene, Forte and Saraka.

Again, SS and elite candidates are different.

There were other challengers that reached the point of destruction, but in numbers, no one seemed to have approached the three.

It seems that Gashi, Ray and Seki have defeated two or three of them since they were working together.

"Well, fine, not the rest of it.... like fifty or so people. We were going to reduce it to a hundred in the primary, so it's less than we thought, but it's still overflowing from the ten-man frame."

"Let's continue with the selection. The Twelve Apostles will be the pillars lacking in the empire to come. We know that we will not compromise and that we will not choose the true elite."

That's a shiny beautiful young man.

It is Greiliuga, the number one apostle of the Twelve.

He is the strongest man of the Twelve Apostles, and the strongest of the Empire in pulling. It is set to be stronger than the second-place Wartiger.

Even though the selection meeting continues, he has already received a "Beast Piece" and the entry of the Twelve Apostles has been confirmed one foot away.

So much trust from the emperor.

Eyebrow excellence worthy of that title. I had an overwhelming presence.

Like the second-place war-tiga, it encloses his entire body with armor. Black armor.

"All right, then, everyone."

The emperor tells more than sixty people who have passed the first trial.

"I will say a second trial. Fight each other on this spot. Until they are ordained and narrowed down to ten."

Here comes the contents of the zackle again.