The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

The city of honor and warriors, the Darticorn.

“Oh · · · What a wonderful city. ”

“That's right."

Araceli wandered around the city with a big smile on her face. The streets were covered in white tiles, beautifully painted streets, and the streets were filled with tourists who came to see the duel of warriors, and the merchants who were aiming for such tourists and acting as tourists were lively.

“Is this your first time in town? ”

“No? I'm a total urban man. ”

“· · Who are not just urban and urban? ”

Passios gazed quietly at Araceli, who had a glittering blue eye for the city. Unlike a body that only looked like it was in its mid-teens, there were clear traces of life that had lasted for decades.

She was wandering the streets, looking at the skewers and snacks she sells at the stalls, but she bought a lot of groceries with the cute feeling of seeing her little sister, unlike the image she had just thought of as an adult.

Then Araceli took in both hands an enormous amount of crunchiness, doubtful to be able to eat it all, and began to eat it.

I don't know about Ledurun or Passios, but Araceli was very happy for a while. because food like food was a heavenly food that irritated her tongue in her inadequate life.

Meanwhile, one of the vendors asked Araceli who ordered the skewers.

“Hmm? Students. Don't you think it's frustrating to be a giant? In this hot weather. ”

“I don't have any clothes. ”

“Oops, Tsk tsk. ”

When Araceli said without much thought, there was a look of sorrow on all sides, and Ledurun, who was worse than that, picked out a piece of clothing.

“I'll succeed and pay you back! ”

I wonder when I'll succeed.

“What a great city. There's a lot of people.”

“Right? There used to be more. ”

“More than now?”

“Yes. Not this year. ”

“Why?”

“Well, I can't help it. The law has changed since the player took over the city's mayor position. ”

Darticon is arguably the most culturally prolific city in the Eastern Marodon Empire. In fact, it was a city of barbarians, warriors, far from culture, but it always changes with time.

The rule of the city of Darticon was to be the strongest warrior of the year, where the Marodon Empire also does not touch.

It was the history of this city that the pursuit of strength and the preservation of the Darticons by those who know honor have never been in trouble before.

But it started this year. The dizziness of winning the champion of the Darticons, and the "realization" that follows the strength of the marketplace, gives the player a wise eye, so there is no such thing.

Within just three years, players suddenly gained powerful power and began to develop strange policies with pride that they had become the most powerful mayor of the city. So this city, which was crowded every year, was also weird this year, and most of the people on the street were only players.

“Even the city of honor has been eaten by strangers. It's a bad idea for me. ”

Even Ledurun, who always smiled single, felt bad this time.

On hearing Redurun's story, Araceli recalled the ‘Player’ once again.

‘Those who quickly gain powerful power just by hitting monsters · · · · ·. ’

How hard he tried to shave bones and flesh to get to the great circle of nine. And how many realizations have you had in the process? But if, without even such ‘enlightenment', the continent is full of powerful people in no time at all · · · ·.

‘· · · · · · · A good city. Lots of good people. But I don't want to live in a world like this. ’

Araceli turned around and told Ledurun and Passios that she thought she had to return to her goal at least one day earlier.

“Well, I actually have someone I need to find. ”

“Huh? Who's looking? Parents? Friends, family? Brother? Sis? Or · · · · · ·. ”

“Shut up, Ledurun. Who are you looking for? ”

“Oh, that's... It's called" The Chronicle. "Did you know? ”

Let's do it.

Both Ledurun and Passios make a trembling face.

“I know, but you can't find it if you want to. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“There are other people looking for him besides you. ”

Then, he pointed to the wall where people were gathering.

“Go. There's news of him. ”

“Really? Where? ”

I didn't expect it at all, but when the unexpected response came back, Araceli shook her head and looked at the direction Pasyos was pointing.

[WANTED]

[Serial Kills ]

[Player Story]

[Dead Or Alive]

[1,000,000 G]

· · There was a photograph of a 5-star historical investigation that only criminals on the Ultimate Blade would receive.

“Huh · · ·? ”

It was never the same name.

That face, that nose patch, that disgusting, sunny smile, those clear eyes, those hideous lips.

How could I forget? He was the same man I'd never forgotten in decades.

“Why · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

She slowly approaches the crest on the wall.

“Is that who you're looking for? ”

Pasyos asks, Araceli nods absentmindedly.

“Not that I'm a player killer, but · · · · · · · he's also a pretty nasty serial killer. In this city, in the Darticons, all the elders have been accused of murder. ”

Read the criminal section.

Assassination, assassination, murder, assassination, etc.

And most of those victims were nobles or politicians or merchants, or, in any case, important personnel. It's natural that a wanted man was scattered all over the continent.

Passios said after roughly ripping out one of dozens of historical wanted documents.

“That's why I have to kill him, too. ”

“Yes, yes? ”

If you say the Black Knight Guild's Passios, no one is confused and unaware.

He was the first player to power up Legendary rank weapons to the 7th rank, the first to reach level 200, and is now a very bad player to leave the guild and go solo and play PK (Player Kill).

The corruption of Passios, the so-called best player!

But there was a reason for all of it.

“This is what happens when a player installs it. You get drunk on a lot of power, and you get sloppy. Players need constraints. It means you need someone to use the brakes so you can't abuse their power. ”

“· · · · · · Does that mean that Mr. Passios will do it? ”

“Yes. The tale has already crossed the line. In just a month's time, they've turned against a lot of locals. ”

Somehow, Araceli looks frustrated.

“· · · But don't worry. He's only in second place. ”

“Yes?”

“That's right. I have a friend who wants to kill him the most. It's Perutius. Some lucky players. I don't know what I'm gonna do to confuse the world. Well, I'm not against it either. I've had a lot of grudges since I lost my job to the player! Haha, there's a good thing I've been free since I turned white. ”

As far as I could tell, Araceli felt something, something glamorous.

She has traveled to many dimensions, and has been able to see and hear many things by following in the footsteps of her legacy. And he hunted and balanced the world by hunting for 'loved ones of the world’ in every dimension that he went through.

‘Maybe · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Araceli asked Redurun again.

“Can you tell me more about a player named Perseus? ”

“Oh, that guy. ”

Later, Araceli was convinced of all the explanations.

"I'm sure. The professor is after Perseus. ’

*

That evening, Araceli led Passios and Ledurun to the scene of an incident where a legend had been visited. It was already more than a week ago, and for some reason, the investigators dispatched from the empire relaxed and handed over nothing. However, it was important that the player killed the nobles of the empire.

The accusation of murdering an innocent nobleman on the face of it, the presence of the player is counterintuitive.

But...

What if they weren't actually innocent nobles?

‘That's for sure. If you're the professor I've been chasing, I would never kill an innocent person. ’

Therefore, Araceli used only a few remaining magical powers to prove the innocence of the proverbial history in order to gain the help of Passios and Ledurun, and infiltrated Dirticon's resistance.

“· · Awesome. What kind of magic is that? ”

“I've never seen anything like it. It's not the same as just ‘transparency' magic. ”

Passios and Fedurun look at the translucent membrane surrounding their bodies with stiff expressions. Magically concealing the body is possible with the ‘cognitive decline’ of 3 circles, the ‘wide cognition release’ of 4 circles, and the 'transparency’ magic of 6 circles.

But this was never about degrading cognition or making your body transparent.

As if walking into a ‘different distorted dimension’ was the magic of a top-level tier that even Redurun, the wizard of at least seven circles, could not understand.

The guards of Sword Expert pass right by. However, even after waving and jumping and screaming, the guards didn't notice them at all.

“This way.”

She closes her eyes, gathers her hands together, and carefully pours her magic through the inner structure, guiding both men. She was sweating cold-blooded, but she suppressed her irreversible magic. The white blouse Ledurun bought me this morning was getting wet, but Araceli struggled to keep up her magic.

"The professor needs help. ’

However, there are limits to the irreversible amount of magical power and the fragile, young body. But what if, with the help of Passios, the master of the Black Knights and the highest level player, and Redurun, who was once the chief wizard?

‘I can help you. ’

As soon as he arrived in this world, meeting them would surely be fatal. That's what Araceley thought.

[Cliche is flowing.]

It was a fairly accurate judgment.

Yikes, yikes, yikes!

A heavy iron door that had been blocked by magic opened and revealed a scattered interior. Ledurun snaps his nose immediately, and Passios frowns, but Araceli walks into the room as if she's doing nothing.

“Madness · · · · · · · · · · ·. What's all this · · ·? ”

“What a place in the basement. ”

There was blood everywhere. Rotten corpses, red flesh and dark red magic.

Ledurun started a fire with magic and incinerated all the bodies. Unfortunately, their bodies could not be given a proper burial. Because.

· · · Decayed corpses. Dark Red Magic. According to the rules that are used all the time in the world, this must be Dark Magic. ”

Dark magic has been discovered in the inner sanctuary of the elders in the city of Tirkon, the city of warriors blessed by the emperor Marodone. And the source of the dark magic is the Black Dragon King. In other words, the Council of Representatives killed is actually a group of traitors clinging to the enemies of humanity.

“After all, you killed the ones you could kill. ”

Ledurun still doesn't seem to understand what Pasyos said.

“Then · · · ·. You could be a hero if you just told me this. Then why don't you? Don't you have other plans? ”

Apparently his doubts were legitimate, so Passios still could not erase the sudden feeling. Then, Araceli said.

“Mr. Passios. You said that players have to be constrained to live in this world. ”

“Yes."

“What if you weren't the only one who thought that? ”

“What?"

I've never thought about it before. Every player was just consumed by his or her quick and easy powers.

“As there are exceptions to you, there are exceptions to the story of the past. Mr. Passios was deliberately killing players, trying to restrain himself from being afraid of them. ”

A simple but obvious way.

It is clear that players will fear Passios.

However · · · · · · · ·.

“· · I think you will soon be killed by Perseus. ”

It's Araceli's intuition that has been indirectly experiencing so many episodes in so many of the world. Although she had no knowledge of the probability of the world or the existence of clichés, episodes and characters, her insights of the Great Circle began to pierce the nature of the world as she crossed dimensions and dimensions.

“Players who hunt players. You're an individual after all, and you're going to unite the players. ”

Araceli glances at the wretched corpses that had become the victims of dark magic before speaking.

“That's probably where Professor Heimdahm thought. So I took a different approach. · · · Like exposing a player's risk under all circumstances and deliberately turning him against it. ”

Rarely do you know it now, or it shows you in advance what happens when a player becomes powerful in the future.

“Huh, so you're picking and killing fungus that are vulnerable to society, and then deliberately insulting yourself without revealing the secret? ”

Passios and Redurun could not understand the idea of such a legacy at all. No, even though I thought about it in the first place, I couldn't believe how I was doing it. How can a person do that even after sacrificing his life?

“· · You were bigger than I thought. ”

“If that's true. I don't want him to sit around like this. ”

Perhaps the story of the past will not stop the assassination, and the insult of the whole world will be taken in vain. And eventually, it will sacrifice itself and destroy itself with evil players, and it will allow good players to live a natural assimilation in this world.

· · · · · · · · ·. They thought.

‘Actually, the professor can't really sacrifice himself, but · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Somehow, Araceli, who was reminded of the loathsome yet hateful behavior of her past, calmed the throbbing heart.

‘Now, we can meet for real. ’

Passios and Ledurun have finally come to a decision.

“I know just the right group of players for the right situation. I'll take you to the next place in history. ”

· · · I should contact the Empress. No offense, but it's not hard enough to look forward to the future of the continent. ”

“Thank you so much! ”

When she smiled at their positive decisions, Redurun asked as if she didn't really understand.

“But · · ·. Why are you going so far to help him? ”

He replied with a brighter smile than ever before.

“I wanted to see you. ”

End of Dimensional Nomad Her, Araceli (2)