King of Shadows

"Crystal is more impossible. Basically, it has a built-in self-defense capability. Get into intercept position when you get close."

"Wouldn't it be okay to go through? I don't think you're that strong."

Sihyun looks at the outskirts of Palatica, which are bent like azirang. Thought could not sense what was being processed, but it seemed possible if it broke with all the power.

"That's the Bogu type, too. You can think of it as a different orientation, but not very different from the female owner."

Sihyun, who had experienced how much power the landlord had, shut up about Lynn. That was a reasonable thing to say. It was a palatica that wrapped around the city of Seoul. There couldn't be less power in it.

"And the crystals are designed to go outside the perimeter when they detect a crisis. You know what this means."

Then he woke up from temptation and temptation. It's because if you go outside Grandeliol, there's nothing you can do about it.

"Then we won't be able to go after the crystal."

It means that there may come a time when we have to destroy the Grand Delhiol to get rid of it. If you have the skills to defeat Grandeliol in the first place, it's just a contradiction. You won't have to go after Palatica.

"I feel it again, but none of it works."

"But it's still growing, right? In a few years, you'll be strong enough that no one can keep up."

"I hope so."

Sihyun did not put forward a word. It's because I realized Lynn's words were comforting. His growth was over. There was no further growth, as long as a new strong man did not appear. It cannot be breached by magnetism. His strength was entirely attributed to the deceased, not to him.

/042

It was very primitive to communicate in a city where both the power lines, power plants, and computing systems were destroyed. I had no choice but to meet in person, write on something, or visit a Stigma user. It took a lot of time and effort.

Naturally, as the distance between the target and the target got further away, the time to hear news and rumors increased. It was the same with the bellows. He was the head of a very large guild that occupies more than half of Gangdong, but he had no news on the other side of Seoul.

I could make excuses to myself that I didn't invest more manpower than I needed, but that didn't comfort him at all. It was worse than I thought.

"... so you're saying you've invaded the Gangnam-gu area of the New Seoul Union?"

"Yes, they invaded our realm through the bridge and launched a pre-emptive attack saying they would enter the Sinseoul Union. We've only fought them twice, but we've already lost over 40 people. The wounded are more than that."

Looking at the face of Soha-young, the guild leader of the very large guild "Low Throne" ruling Gangnam-gu, the end path swallowed a tear. Her face was paler than usual. She was originally a woman who had no connection to the fight. Low Throne was also a guild born in the process of rescuing more people and bringing together the people at risk.

Since this guild was founded for survival and harmony, progress and power were inevitable compared to other guilds.

The end of the road that met Ha-young's eyes faced the situation with a calm expression. It is because we predicted that the realm of monsters would shrink and that this would naturally occur as human rights expanded.

There was nothing new about it. A zero-sum game is a human nature that has continued to bore the outside world. I was held back for a while because of the monsters.

"If more than 40 people were killed, what size would their opponent be? Two hundred?"

When the end was like that, Ha-young shook her head and bit her lips. Her eyes felt like tears were about to fall.

"... just the two of us."

"I think I heard it wrong, but could you repeat that?"

"You heard it correctly. There were two people who were after our guild. One was a Stigma user who used lightning bolts to drop lightning on the front, and the other was a Stigma user who used flowering bolts to enhance the Stigma."

"How many people were there at the time in Lowtron?"

"In the first brawl, 20 people left the second brawl, 70."

It was an incomprehensible word for the end. It was because I had no idea that only two people could defeat a very large guild. I knew that the difference between heaven and earth was power, depending on the type of Stigma. But it wasn't that tactics didn't work. Except in unusual cases, the group with the general advantage of the number wins.

"I find that hard to believe, to be honest. The fact that only two people can beat that many Stigma users..."

"Did you see it floating in the sky?"

"The mysterious method of training called Legion."

The situation was reported. I couldn't have known the end. 256 characters inscribed in the sky. I could immediately see that it was an explanation of how to deal with the idea without anyone teaching me.

A situation where everyone is shaking as incapacitated and available methods emerge. The end of the road is when Stigma's user learns about it, the ripple effect. Ha-young also immediately opened her mouth to see if it was not different from the idea of the end.

"I think they've mastered that kind of region. If it's not all that's engraved in the sky, then it's probably learning more useful regionals than that."

"Well, that's not unfounded."

Legion-trained Stigma users. There will be no limit to the strength determined by the acquired effort, not by the natural factors. The end of the road recognizes the emergence of a new type of Stigma user. And I also knew that such strong men would never fall from the sky.

"So you came here to ask our guild for help?"

"Yes, this was the only place I could trust. Not only the Guild Master's Stigma, but the rumors about the crew's Stigma is famous around here."

Ha-young smiled as she trimmed her pale complexion as much as possible, but the end path was treated with a hard face.

"I'd like to help you right away, but it's a risk I'm willing to risk my life for. I'm also troubled by the identity of the people who claim to be from the Shinseoul Union."

"I can pay you well. I'll give you three share of the crops we harvest for five years."

The end of Ha-young's distribution was to shut up without even knowing it. The Low Thrón Guild in Gangnam District was famous for having a large field. It was known to harvest crops perfectly without pests. It was all because of Soha Young, the leader of the Low Throne Guild. Her stigma is recording. It was a family of granting stigmas that could cause blue plants in any environment.

A lot of crops from large estates and strong stigmas have become useful trading tools on their own. The endless worries didn't last long. I had to catch it.

Ignoring and turning away, the Low Throne Guild would enter under the command of a mysterious group called the Sinseoul Union. By only two people. If it did, it would be a loss for the scorpion guild. The shortage within the guild was being replenished by a deal with the Low Throne Guild.

"I'll take that."

"Thank you. Thank you."

Jory stared at Ha-young and quietly recited the end.

"But it's conditional. Their high level is clear, but they cannot determine the exact level, so the first wave will stop as far as they can gauge the level of the enemy. And if we decide that we're not up against them, we'll give up neatly."

"I understand. I know I'm dying, but I can't help you." I'm satisfied with you moving like this. "

The end of the world on Ha-young's face seemed to have the whole world. He was the most powerful force he knew. Tens of thousands of monsters slaughtered instantly, and if he had any strange abilities, he would remove them without blinking an eye.

I wasn't even less likely to help if I asked. But the end of the road shakes. Sihyun didn't like to go ahead. You would be right to be wary of accidents that could reveal your true identity. I didn't want to burden her like that.

"Is there any information we can learn about the New Seoul Union? The more you know about them, the better."

"Oh, by the way, my guild and the two brawlers left this behind. You think about your differences with them."

Ha-young took out a piece of paper in her arms. A4 sized paper had an elegant writing style with colorful patterns. The content was long, but the intention and purpose were clear. I decorated it with all kinds of rhetoric, but in the end, I wanted to unite Seoul.

In the writing that he wanted to go back to Seoul, he even felt like a madman.

"Do you want to rule Seoul?"

In any age, there were those who dreamed of a king. Intelligence and power and manpower and virtue. Power or gold. Those with a desire to walk all the way to the top have always triggered a great event.

I thought the end was also the beginning of such an incident. At the same time that Legion appeared, the unidentified vigilantes were that easy to read because their intentions and objectives were simple.

But the end had to tilt its head. Furthermore, I thought, maybe I got shot in the head.

In any age, there were those who dreamed of a king. But their goal was huge. It was enormous and transcendent. All I could think about was the wrong timing if I was just going through this trouble to get to the outside world and a clogged piece of land.

You may think you want to be a king within the boundaries, but there was nothing you could actually get.

Seoul has retreated decades ago. All resources and supplies were limited. There was not even a chance to enjoy the same civilization as before. Wealth here was eating well and sleeping well. Standing alone in such a world was almost an unnecessary challenge.

Domination has only waited for many insurgencies and untold chaos.

"Is it a type that cares about power and burns with desire to rule?"

I didn't know because I didn't meet him in person. Intent and purpose were clear, but timing was ambiguous. Working hard to erase the thought that was inconclusive, the end looked at Ha-young.

"So where are the two people from the 'Sinseoul Union'?"

"I've been staying in an apartment near the Olympic Boulevard since I got here."

/043

Park Kyung-min has been selected as a member of an attack party organized by the request of the Low Throne Guild. His stigma was one of a few within the scorpion guild, so it was only a matter of time before he got inside the assault zone. His work has been unparalleled for the past three years.

Lee Hye-ji, walking next to him, looked around with a worried look. She had a stigma called Wall Strength, and she had previously served as a member of the attacking party. Hyeji, who had crossed many lines with Kyungmin, carefully asked.

"Wouldn't that be dangerous? 40 people are dead."

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