The Skill Maker

"Your name's Clock, right? Why the hell did you do that?"

"Sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please be merciful..."

I patted the man on the head at the end of the window.

"Oh, who told you to apologize? Mind your words, you idiot. Why did you do that? Don't you understand my question? You can't even get a dolphin IQ? How many times do I have to explain it to you?"

"Come on, it was for the bounty! He's on the blacklist of our Red Alliance. I heard you gave me five billion kruns."

a bounty of 5 billion kruns

Obviously, it wasn't a small amount of money.

It has been an open secret for quite a long time that the Reds created a blacklist to punish the reactionaries who disobey them. I've heard a lot of rumors that I've also been chosen as Blackie. I didn't think it was real.

"You think I'm only worth five billion kruns?"

"What? Oh, no, that's..."

"Ha, this is disgusting. Hey, muscle pig. How much do you think I'm?"

I tapped on the other fellow beside me with a spear, and he looked at me with a flinch, shivering, and fearful eyes. The 40 or so Red men who exist here today. Their faces were bruised and broken, and not a single person looked normal-looking person. For half an hour, I've been beating her to death and forcing her to recover. It's natural to have fear.

The muscular man opened his mouth with a puzzled look.

"Oh, five billion is not worth it. I'm sure I'd be worth 10 billion...

"What? A hundred billion? I'm only a hundred billion?"

As he knocks his tongue and frowns, a man with a pale face stirs his hand.

The gaze of a muscle pig that moves up and down along its tip whenever Amandel's spear moves.

Well, that's enough, so a normal person would have been traumatized forever.

"No! Poetry, that was a slip of the tongue! More than 20 billion won is enough...!"

"Two hundred billion? Ha. Did these idiots really put the concept into the gutter? Hey, you. Did you just hear what your friend said? They're saying I'm only 20 billion. This is still far from mental education. Shall we do another round? Huh?"

As I jumped out of my seat and stood up, the red-talented Clock next to me shook the back of the muscle man's head to make a sound. amidst my hesitation in an unexpected situation The muscle pig looked back at his colleagues with a look of injustice. But there was only one thing in the back that other talented people were staring at the muscle. At first glance, the atmosphere is turning unusual. He seems to be complaining because he can't even get the rhythm right.

"What is he talking about? How dare you compare him to two billion?"

"Jakus doesn't have the original concept. Well, we apologize for that."

"Hey, you crazy bastard! Of course, Naeri is well over 30 billion. You're talking about that?"

"......"

My forehead is crushed again.

Ha. You really mean mean-hearted bastards.

I'm not really asking for money, I'm just saying whatever I want, but you really care about it.

If I were you, I'd have called at least a trillion, you idiots. If these guys live in the military in South Korea, the number of soldiers they are interested in will increase immediately, and if they live in society, they will become unfit for work.

I stood up, treading on the muscle pig's head with my feet.

I think we need more training.

"30 billion. It hurts my feelings. You guys really can't do this. Let's all die today."

"Hee, heik! Me, my Lord! Wait a minute!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry! We're wrong! Cheo, 100 billion! No, 200 billion! No, I must be a great man who can't be weighed down by money! Please, I beg you to..."

I banged Clock's head with a spear and shot him lightly several times.

Of course, no matter how light the attack was, the attack was not weak at all.

Clock shrieked at the sight of two streams of blood running through his forehead.

"Cuck! Now, mercy!"

"Are you rolling your tongue now? Are you flattering me? Where did you learn only the dirty stuff?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

tearful red powers

Oh, seeing your poor face makes me feel weak again.

Yeah. I'll let you off a little bit.

"Okay. So from now on, everybody's going to take their backpaws and put their tongues in full bloom. Everyone can do this much. How many footshops?"

"Ma, in full bloom!"

"Okay. 100,000 hearts!"

"City, go!"

I giggled and laughed at the red-talented men who were sweating and using their tongues to push their tongues.

Of course, the Reds were horribly crushed right after I used them.

The power of the Third World was something powerful beyond my imagination, and I had to sweat out this time to restrain my own strength, a little different from what I had ever imagined. What a waste of thought, and I'm going to destroy everything without leaving nothing behind. When it became an extinct item, it felt powerful, but it wasn't to this point at the time.

That is to say, I have certainly stepped on the force of another area.

Anyway, so.

I turned back time and forced the completely devastated market to its original state, and since then, I have gently stepped on the Red Nuts. They were completely succumbed to my force, and by declaring complete surrender they were in the present condition.

"What is it? What's going on?"

"The Reds have touched them.Look at me."

"Who are they?"

"Looks like you're an outsider in your outfit."

At present, Zain's square was literally packed with people who had poured out to watch the incident. The majority of the members who are self-confessed are in the original department. And for them, the present existence of the Red Skills was simply a cancer cell.

They established a vicious distribution structure that monopolized Zain's research materials, known as the city of learning, and in collusion with the nobility of the mainland, tightly grasped Zain's power structure. Now, Zain's men of ability have resisted the Reds, but losing the remaining interests was a matter of time. It also meant that the Red Alliance executive had good skills.

"Ha, it's all cool."

"Perfect, you bastards! Zain thought it was theirs, so he jumped."

"Isn't that Clock, the man with the half-new level of competence? How the hell did he get over it?"

"The same goes for Jakers and Duran. Those party members are no joke."

It was never common to see the Reds smashed up in Zain.

People gazed at the unexpected sight, clapped their eyes at us, and burst into big laughter at the clown play of the Reds. In particular, I pecked out the ink of my eyes whenever the Redlings stared at the crowd, and soon the Clock completely succumbed to me in his heart to the constant beating and folly. Of course I was still gently rolling my eyes to find a way out.

"But are they gonna be okay?"

"I know. Well, we look good, but I don't think it's going to end like this since we touched the Reds."

"What happened to the outside adventurers who fought Red the other day? I think it was a pretty big offensive party."

"They were all killed by them."

"Whoa, let's not."

But then.

A group of figures believed to be from among the crowd loomed out of the crowd.

A well-equipped, glossy copper armor and beings wearing a slightly covered helmet.

And one of the men, who appeared to be the captain, came up to me with a thud. As the man pushes up Helm, the face of a hard middle-aged man with a lot of scars like Jackal appears.

Is he a mainlander or a man of ability?

I have one more eyeball on my forehead.

Anyway, it was a look similar to a man on earth.

"Something. What the hell is going on? Why did you bring these people to this? Is that what you did?"

"......"

Hmm. Holy shit.

I once felt a similar vibe to this.

Why does it suddenly come to mind that Estvalde's executive director?

I patted Clock's head with a spear, feeling a bad foreboding.

"Something like that. These red guys are the evil ones that have been raiding our party. We had no choice but to force them to surrender because they were after our lives and our property. An eye for an eye. A tooth for teeth. Isn't that right, Clock?"

a piece of paper

As I glared at the Reds and growled at them, they nodded up and down with a look full of fear. In particular, in the case of Clock, whose skull is about to crack, he admitted his mistake with tears and a runny nose.

Good. Very good attitude. By the way, what percentage of your brain cells have died today?

"Ma, that's right. We attacked them first."

"Hah... we have sinned against the world."

"We're the bad guys! It's not your fault."

That's a good education.

It seems that the push-ups worked.

After throwing a glare at me, I patted the floor with a javelin a couple of times, and his men in the back moved in unison and began to pack the Reds. Reds causing the game as security guards with long jails approached. Of course it was not because the crew was scared, but because of the trauma to the window. Trauma caused by hitting my Amandel's window at sound speed.

"I see. I see. Thank you for your hard work in catching the bad guys. But the main tasks related to the security of the city center are up to our security forces. So we'll guide them. Be easy. I'll take responsibility and punish you."

"......"

With security guards rushing in and ropeing up the Red Capabilities.

I couldn't hide the unexplained strain of the situation. The expressions of the Red-capable were never the faces of sinners going to be punished. He seemed to be truly glad that he was out of my league. No, it wasn't just that. Their faces clearly contained feelings of "living."

Do you think he had a similar idea to me?

Lena opened her mouth suspiciously towards the chief of the security force.

As always, Lena, a scholar, had a habit of looking at things carefully up to the details.

"Wait a minute, captain. When will the trial be held? About 40 people with the ability to red gathered and jumped in the city center. If it's this big, it's definitely going to be a public trial, right? I think we have sufficient authority to attend."

We've already seen exactly how the Reds grill and control voters in one region. Even the relatively clean, relatively clean, new-founders have infiltrated Red. Even if those security guards were already bought off by the Red, there was nothing wrong with it. This is the place where all the floors are. In particular, the competent people's society had no separate king or administration, so only basic bills were formed by region.

The captain of the police frowned.

Lena's words have a unique nuance.

Or if there's a separate stabbing.

The trial date will be formally approved later. That's something we don't know."

"Aha. I see. Then I'd like to receive a course on the execution procedure. Most of the work is authorized by the local security forces. You can do that, right?"

The captain of the peace corps has turned cold.

The darkness of Jain (1) ends.

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