Reincarnator
< 55. God's Shredded Spine (5) >
"Hmm."
The Flame Warrior-V was satisfied to see a well-listed blacklist.
Comments were relentless underneath the blacklist, including detailed information about the video and the other party.
[Wow! Wow. What's that armor?]
[Spear and skill are amazing. Why wasn't he noticed? Has anyone seen this guy?]
[If you catch it, it'll be a life reversal. I'll buy a house if I sell it to underlings.]
[Control is also a trickster. Bug confirmed. Nuclear's good these days.]
[Hey! It's a maze! Let's go get him!]
[Oh! But they're in control now. Only the guys inside are freaking out.]
The flame warrior-V who saw the reaction smiled face to face.
Perfect. '
Blacklist.
The League of Bug Killers, mine in Ant Lick.
Bug killers don't do anything.
You just put his name and his picture on a web site where anyone can see them.
A list of bug killers made to catch any bugs that might have missed, spreading throughout Exodus.
Once he's on the list, he'll be chased all over Exodus.
Continue until you die.
'Now…. It doesn't matter if you're a player or a bug player.'
The important thing is to fuck him up.
Black List is enough.
Once this blacklist is sprinkled, it never ends.
Rumors about bugplayers spread at an incredible rate, but they don't spread easily.
As a result, players almost die a few times, and if they are unlucky, they may die more than that, so there is no revenge like this.
Because of this, they don't put their name on the list too carelessly, but he's different.
There is no shortage of awards for damages of this kind to their organization.
With this many witnesses, the work was done in full swing, and now this is the result.
The Flame Warrior - V smiles coldly as he sees the number of views and search rankings going up in an instant.
Even if you live down there, you will die someday.
When the Flame Warrior -V smiles satisfactorily.
Tiring!
A strange sound sounds and a message arrives to the Flaming Warrior - V.
What is it?
The Flame Warrior -V opened the letter with a curious expression and made a puzzling expression.
Clan master? '
Even though it's the same clan, there's a really big difference between you and the Ant Lick clan's chapter.
The Flame Warrior -V looks baffled at the sudden message.
........................
"Oh, shit!"
Kuang!
Cough!
Christopher grips his teeth and wields his weapon at the onslaught of the players who try to whip him.
Usually, the bug-killers and players who were chasing them are already exhausted.
Hundreds of them rushing in with blood spilling and muscles splitting.
All the cowards lost because they didn't have to be afraid of death either.
A true midwives' charm.
If they'd been ambushed without knowing they were coming for them, they wouldn't be standing here right now.
Kuang!
Wood Duck!
Christopher smashed his teeth with a dagger and slashed the head of the man who was rushing towards him at once.
"Black List." That's what happened? '
The last tool used by bug killers who don't like sharing information because they like eating out.
Once this gets out, you're a fugitive for life.
Until we get out of this vast world.
'No, it's time to worry about that.'
The blade rushes to his neck.
The moment Christopher grabs hold of himself and tries to punch him.
Phew.
Red smoke was scattered all around Christopher's body.
"Hrrrgh!"
Christopher was frightened by the unexplained gust of smoke.
I could tell because I was a magically sensitive person.
Smoke, or, more precisely, the vile magic and murder contained in a sack of powder that constitutes smoke.
It's like being thrown into a pit of predatory cannibals.
It's different when you look around.
"Ugh..."
"Ugh."
His murder-sensitive colleagues tremble like a bush in the middle of a fight.
The players watching it mutter with a silly look.
"What is it? Is there a problem? What's wrong with them?"
"Khhh. I think I finally understand the reality."
Christopher winces at the players, mumbling and running nonchalantly.
Surprisingly, the defenseless players were cautious for a moment, and as soon as they realized that this strange powder was harmless, they rushed towards them with a relentless burst of smoke.
"Damn, I wish I was slow. '
It's normal to have trouble sticking to your body when these things are around you.
I felt like my whole body was going to disintegrate as soon as I moved.
I could see where this red smoke was coming from at once.
However, knowing this powder was not something I would be relieved of.
The question of whether it would feel like this if we could concentrate the killing and type it, like it was built for just one purpose.
My whole body trembled, sweating coldly, and my instinct called for me to run like crazy.
Ugh...
But Christopher moved his arm with a groan.
There's nowhere to run, but you can't just stand there and be killed by a sword.
The problem is that it's too late.
Uahhhhhh!
"Oh yeah! My artifact!"
One of the players suddenly approached and slammed the axe down.
A blow that is hard to stop and too close to avoid.
Christopher grips his teeth and pushes his right arm toward the blue axe.
I can't give up my head like this.
'Goddamn it. Arms so useless... "
Christopher sticks out his arm and says, "This is ridiculous."
Sense of sensitivity, which has saved his life more than a dozen times so far, has never caught up to his ankle like this.
If he didn't feel like one of them, he wouldn't be like this.
Kwaek!
Just before the axe that flew over Christopher's arm split open and dug it up.
Saaaaaak.
The red smoke that had spread out around the body began to cling to players everywhere.
Only to players, except travelers.
Uahhhhhh!
"What?"
Even before the players get embarrassed by the sudden flash of red smoke.
Glug glug.
The players' whole body begins to melt.
From the right hand of the player who wielded the axe to cut off Christopher's arm.
Even the legs of the players who rushed with greed in their eyes to prevent their intoxication.
Players who did not adapt to the sudden change stopped to see their bodies melting and then began to realize the reality and shout harshly.
"Waaaah!"
"You're crazy! What is this!"
"No matter how buggy, it's not like this!"
Seeing their bodies crumbling and disappearing like crazy, the players voiced their doubts.
Every time the red powder that sticks to them is dug up, their bodies reconcile into gold.
But scream for a moment.
Glug glug.
In less than a second, all of their bodies disappeared into golden light.
Around the blue beads connecting the first and second floors of the labyrinth, all the people who were full disappeared.
Only one traveler, including Hansoo, remains.
Fluffy.
The players who filled the room sat still, as if by some miraculous miracle, as if they had all vanished.
It's not because the players who were running around alive disappeared.
It was only after all the red particles that were tightly filling this space disappeared with the players that I felt like I had escaped from the jaws of a giant beast.
"Faha..."
"Phew..."
Only after Christopher and Eleanor sighed heavily, did the travellers sitting on the floor sigh and gaze at the sigh, whether they could feel their senses returning to reality.
He looked quite tired, but still looked healthy, feeling quite burdened by his magical power.
Christopher mutters to himself, absurd.
'... I'm sick of those strange dragons, but I can't believe you even possess these skills. Where do you get these skills?'
Magical power can be infused into a skill, but the skill itself is even worse.
If you can do something like that, you won't have to struggle with the Travellers to get good skills.
Did that characteristic give you any indication? Where can you get skills like that? '
At that moment, I felt sorry for Christopher.
I thought that if I had that kind of power, I would be stronger than I am now and be able to do more if I had the ability to guide me to a place with that kind of reward.
But soon Christopher ripped his head off.
In this world, the strong are never born lucky.
If you have an over-the-top treasure, that alone is a felony.
Those who gain something by their luck end up being eaten by a true strongman and used as fertilizer.
Only by the power of nature can a crisis be pierced, and furthermore, only those who jump into a crisis can claim and defend a reasonable reward and be reborn as strong.
It's like a steel sword, finished with thousands and tens of thousands of dips.
Jealous of that skill and where the author went to acquire that power, because he couldn't even fathom it with his poor imagination.
'You could have said you knew.'
Christopher stares at Hansook as he sues.
It is impossible for him who has always sought a safe path because he was afraid of death.
Even if you know the answer.
Knowing the way and going the way are completely separate things.
'But... Maybe we should just follow him and help him.'
Christopher gets up and looks around.
Something happened, writhing in the distance.
I'm hearing a strange groaning.
"Uuuhhh..."
Looking at it, Christopher twitches his eyebrows.
Not your colleague.
It means "player."
'I can't believe someone's still alive.'
He may not have enough magic to finish him off.
Hansoo looked pretty tired after he used his skills.
But it doesn't matter.
'I'll finish the job.'
Cramp.
Christopher squeezes his dagger and reaches for the man who is rattling far away.
Then.
Huddah.
The moaning man stood up to Christopher in a hurry and cried out.
"Ouch! Wait! No, no, no! I'm not a player! Isn't that why you didn't kill him?"
"...?"
Travelers? Travelers?
When Christopher narrows his eyes, watching him protest with an unfair look.
Hansoo showed an unexpected income next to him.
'Surprisingly, he got caught.'
It's obvious that travellers will hide their identity here.
Ant Den
When Hansoo mutters as he sees one of the travelers who must be there.
Cough.
A faint vibration wraps around the labyrinth.
At the same time.
Woohoo.
"... the shaman of marijuana?" '
Seeing the skeleton start to glow in my arms, Hansoo narrows his eyes.
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