It's Munchkin Healer

Her memory was hazy.

I've heard that the Earth is roughly dangerous, and I've met a lot of people and survived good things and hard things.

Then you open the treasure chest.

That was the beginning of the tragedy.

I suffered from a terrible curse for ten days and nights.

Even the colleagues who were with her in the curse of not waking up abandoned her.

One at a time, one at a time.

Then there was only one person left.

The man takes her unconscious and heads north.

Find the priesthood, the shrine of the priests.

I guarded her, believing that a saint could heal her.

And I reached out to the priesthood.

I didn't know how long it took.

Only the man who burst into tears remembered that he had finally arrived.

The man met the saint and asked her to heal.

The saint responded happily.

I'll help this woman.

I couldn't remember anything else.

From then on, no man was seen.

Did he think he'd done everything he could?

Or did the saints and priests ask him to leave?

She thought.

What the hell was he thinking bringing me here?

Was he in love with me?

Or just loyalty?

This could not be understood after a lifetime.

I don't even remember the face of the man anymore.

But something strange came into my body.

Her will moved her body, and she began unwanted words and actions.

‘It's not a bad body. ’

It was the first thing I heard in my own voice.

And so she became a saint.

Thanks to this, I learned the truth about the priesthood.

What lies beneath the sanctuary.

And what monsters are inside.

I learned whether to intentionally raise and solve incidents and pretend to be 'justice’.

But my fingertips began to rot.

"Will," he muttered, looking at the rotting back of his hand.

‘It took longer than I thought, but I'm tired of it now. ’

I was abandoned by that word.

When the ‘new bowl’ arrived, the ‘will’ in her body fled, and she was dragged down to the ground by the paladins.

Horrible stinking hole.

In front of the hole, the paladins had a nasty conversation.

I was conscious, but I had to listen to all of this.

‘What, I think it's sick? ’

But a surprised voice said.

‘What? Ugh... It's rotten! ’

"Leprosy or curses? Why didn't you recover? ’

‘We don't know. Maybe he didn't recover. ’

‘I've been waiting for a year. What is this? Damn it.’

‘Let's look forward to the next one. ’

I escaped humiliation thanks to my curse-like body.

But it wasn't over.

"Can we just throw it away? You don't look so good. ’

‘There's nothing to confirm. What am I gonna do with this body? ’

‘What's all the commotion? Why don't you just throw it away? ’

‘Eek. Let's throw it away. ’

Then I was thrown all the way down.

I didn't feel any pain in my unconscious body.

I just rolled over something sharp, and only over time did I realize that this was a massive tomb of bones.

How many people have been abandoned?

How many people have been sacrificed in the name of the vessel?

She thinks she's immobilized.

Die quickly for once and be free from this nightmare-like life.

I just wanted all this pain to go away.

And then he died.

…….

But he came back to life.

The white flesh rots black and withers, and a small sigh seeps out of your throat.

‘Ha……. ’

It was the voice I saw myself in a year.

At the same time, a faint light spread.

It was Heilo I had when I was a saint.

But this light made a terrible inferno come true.

Black and dry fingers.

A face that shines in rotten water.

It was only a year ago that I realized what the curse was.

It was a curse that resurrected to the Undead.

I couldn't figure out why he was conscious.

Is it because he's been influenced by transcendent will for a year?

Or is it because you have a strong divine ability as a saint?

If not, then the curse you took that day is this?

Whatever it was, it was a terrible curse on her.

It was a terrible day to be alive.

Bang, bang!

The first week I tried to hit my head and die.

You crush the skull and slit its throat with a sharp piece of bone.

But I didn't die.

I couldn't die because I wasn't alive in the first place.

I tried to escape the next week.

I climbed a pile of bones and looked for holes to get out.

But I couldn't get out.

I just knelt down in despair, neither alive nor dead.

Why did I fall into this curse?

What the hell for?

I didn't know why I had to suffer like this.

Then I heard voices.

She quickly covers Halo with cloth and clothing pieces.

Immediately, something white fell down.

She was the woman who had previously become the vessel after her.

‘ ……. ’

She sits in a corner and watches the corpse rot.

There was no appetite for undead, no instinct.

I just feel sorry for him.

All I could think about was wanting to die.

After that, I watched a lot of women get dumped.

Months, maybe.

Shortly every few days.

Thousands of women were thrown down the hole.

She watched all of this.

Seeing one of them rotting, he asked me to fill the void.

And when the fortieth woman was abandoned, she made a commitment.

Let's get out of here.

I vowed to avenge all of them.

"Heave-ho!"

Finally, an opportunity has come.

It was when the fortieth woman was abandoned.

She climbs under the corpse and rises to her feet.

And he waved his arm as if he were alive.

Help me! I'm still alive! Please! '

I didn't know how long it had been since I heard my voice.

I didn't even know how long I'd been here.

‘What, is that thing still alive? ’

What did you do? I told you to take care of it! ’

‘He'll die on his own anyway. Can't you just leave it alone? ’

You want to take responsibility when things get big? ’

‘We have to deal with this before it gets any bigger. Get the rope!’

The situation went as she had planned.

Soon, two men came down on the ropes, and one remained on the roof.

The paladins lean toward the abandoned corpses.

‘What, he's dead? ’

"Dead"? ’

Just in case! Look harder! ’

"Damn it, then I'll come down! Do you know how scary this place is? ’

The paladins walked through a space full of bones.

We don't even know what's in here.

Ugh!

One.

Hey! Don't play with me! Don't... ugh! ’

Two.

You're back? What's going on... huh? ’

Three.

She killed all the paladins.

I don't remember how.

I just killed all the paladins in anger and pushed the body into the pit.

And I wandered underground for a long time.

What you need to do.

constantly trying to figure out how to do it.

* * *

“ ……. ”

I couldn't lose my lips when I heard the story.

Some were nauseous, and some were amazed.

Did the dead paladins not have a player?

Why didn't you try to find her?

Anyway, she's been through worse than me.

“So…… you want me to spread the word? Out of the priesthood? ”

“Gather the people who can help, if possible. Just like the righteous warriors...... and the priests who have a vendetta against them. ”

“It's not as easy as it sounds. Even if you show me the evidence, we still have to bring him here. It takes too long to convince one person. ”

“Speak of the saint? ”

“I don't know what you heard, but saints are just nicknames. How did that happen? ”

String, string.

The lime in your chest nods.

Nod nothing.

You made me a saint.

I pulled the soft one to the sides to avenge him.

“I heard that supporters…… ”

“Support? ”

“I heard there is a village that makes and follows the statues of the saint. Wouldn't they believe you? ”

I frowned at the lime.

This story cannot be ignored.

“It's a small town. Less than 400 residents in total. Of course, you'll have to believe me when I convince you. But it will be dangerous. The number the priesthood seeks changes from me to both of you. ”

“But wouldn't it be hard if there were more? ”

“I don't know. He tried to kill them last time pretending not to know. Maybe not this time. ”

I replied with a cold tone.

In the beginning, I couldn't hope for common sense in a "player-controlled" group.

They only think of everyone as content.

Mathis mutters, his hands twitching.

“I heard you have a bad relationship with the natives in the north...... With their help...... ”

“That's what he wants. Raising a job and starting a war. You brought me here to find an excuse, and now you want me to feed you? ”

“So what do we do? ”

“Let alone what you can't handle. ”

“But……! ”

“What. Is there a way? ”

I asked in a harsh voice.

Mathis did not make the decision easily.

In the beginning, it was not a problem that would be solved with one ‘revenge'.

Hundreds of players have created a game of 'Priesthood' that they want to play with each other. ’

And the great goddess of the game. ’

There were too many problems involved to simply approach.

The sewers!

Where are you?

Can't I just call the facilitator? You can see their maps! It's complicated. We need to know where it is!

This is a no-fly zone!

Ugh... I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted.

I heard voices looking for me everywhere.

You forbid me to call the facilitator?

Thanks to you, they didn't seem to find me.

Now they're blind.

I waited for Mathis' answer, knowing the situation.

Mathis is silent for a long time and then opens his mouth.

“So...... do we have to watch this horrible thing happen over and over again? ”

Well, I don't know.

In the beginning, the world itself is a world where you bring in and you play and you throw it away.

Compared to that, the hobby of the 'pervert king’ here was the blood level of a new foot.

It's hell as far as I know.

“She's a saint. An extremely tall opponent, just by looking at it from the outside. What's even weirder is the will, right? What do you think he's gonna do to us? Even if you show me the evidence you have right now, most paladins and priests won't budge. If you give them the right excuse, they'll believe in it and be loyal. If they want to believe us, they have to admit they were wrong. You think that's easy? ”

“Is there really no way? ”

“If so, just kill the saint. And then you have a saint. Show yourself, Halo. No one can tell the difference. I can't even see my face because it's hidden behind a white cloth anyway. Body...... ”

I spit out anything that comes to mind.

But Mathis' gaze turned toward me.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not this one.

Excited Mattis raises his head.

“Is that possible?"

“No, I'm just saying. It can't be done. It was a trust in the first place. Assassination, infiltration, deception, it won't work. ”

“Trust only does what the will says.... ”

“Anyway, in order to deceive a saint, you have to deceive the will. Fighting God. Are you confident?”

I asked with a bitter tone.

Of course, I've done it many times.

I didn't think I'd be beaten by an ex-girlfriend coming out of me with a giant plank to block the odds.

Plus, he's got tons of players, paladins, priests.

It was impossible to match the weight difference.

“But she can't come out of that room. The moment I leave that room, I lose control of my will. Can we use this? ”

Mathis, holding both hands, asked.

Not really.

No matter how holy she was, she couldn't go out except for the "cube made of Adamantium."

Outside the door, you'll get an authentic penalty for probability.

Then the tartartarus, which was blocked by the probability of a saint, collapsed....

Huh?

At that moment, something came to mind.

She may be blocking it right now, but she was overcoming the probability of "always."

If you lose one thing that maintains the system, it will collapse.

Like dominoes.

When I put the first piece together, I remember the next piece.

When probability is broken, the player disappears.

Rogues are called "the Apple" and refer to it as the ultimate intention of controlling players.

No matter how great he is, he can't be free of these rules.

Moreover, anyone who was blocking it with a complex system could be threatened by a single piece of domino.

And the identity of Tartaros is a tool of half bronze and half adamantium.

These adamantium bastards were awesome.

These guys could attract the attention of all the players, not just the saints.

“Mathis, there's a prison in the priesthood. ”

“Yes? Prison? ”

“The priesthood is basically nonlethal. Unless you're a vicious corrupt warrior or something. ”

“Yes, but why? ”

“Lots of elves, right? I think there are a lot of fanatical assassins around here, like crazy elves. Isn't that right?”

“What are you trying to do……. ”

Mathis asked as if wondering.

The creature in Tartarus is not unusually strong after dealing with it.

How well can you cope with it if you focus a little?

But what if we kill all the monsters in that box?

Probability returns to its original state, right?

And the Great King who survived that will have a headache?

Moreover, killing those monsters could earn you a lot of points.

Eat the pheasant and eat the egg.

It's all been sorted out.

The first piece needed to take down a giant domino.

The first was a bucket operation.

“The will. I'm trying to make my head hurt. ”

Continued at 60 coins