I Became a Munchkin Who Hides His Academy Powers

51 – Cynia and the empty bag (2)

In Sinia’s opinion, the filthy, unusual masked monster was an extremely talented person.

A skill that hides its presence.

and way.

It must be an assassin with at least 6 stars.

And, as Sinia had intuition, the monster must have vaguely noticed his own state.

The same goes for the fact that you are being tracked.

By the way, even here, it appears again carelessly?

Even if the first was a mistake or coincidence, the second was not.

‘no way.’

Cynia has reached a possibility.

For a long time, he secretly pursued Rendall of Seson, Harasin’s direct assassin.

However, Rendall of Seson suddenly disappeared.

And, a high-level assassin who appeared in front of him at the right time as he was roaming the back alleys to find Rendall of the three sons.

‘Are you luring me now?’

okay.

That was the conclusion Sinia had reached.

Harasin noticed his existence tracking Seson’s Rendall.

He sent an assassin from a higher realm to lure him out and eliminate him.

“…”

Cynia was in trouble.

Will you be tempted by that monster or not?

If you think about it calmly, it was right to step back here.

This was the back world.

It is one of the shallowest moss streets in the underworld, but the underworld is the underworld.

It was not the realm of Sinia, a person from the sunny world, but the realm of God Hara, a being from the underworld.

To feel suspicious in their territory and ignore it was tantamount to walking into enemy territory defenselessly.

‘but-‘

Cynia recalled the monster she had just encountered.

The skill of erasing the presence.

The sense of capturing one’s mood at once.

An assassin with at least 6 stars or higher.

Perhaps he is Harasin’s direct master?

gulp.

It was a great opportunity.

A tremendous opportunity that cannot be compared to that of Ceson’s Rendall, who is a direct successor.

She was put at a crossroads.

Will you take the risk and seize the opportunity?

Will you avoid risk and walk away from opportunity?

“sister…”

Someone’s face popped up in Sinia’s mind.

Then the hesitation disappears.

She followed the monster with a determined expression.

After tracking and tracking his presence, inside a certain building-

“hmm…?”

blood.

A dizzying, thick iron smell stung her nostrils.

A pair of men and women were seated in the center of the dark interior.

A man with long fingers was dismantling a woman.

She must be the owner of the iron smell that filled this building.

Cynia knew a man who was breaking up women.

The culprit of the crime syndicate, Lacar, that dominates Moss Street.

empty bag.

He, who had a long, slender body and fingers like a dry tree, found Sina and smiled broadly.

“Iron wall! What is a noble person doing in such a shabby place?”

Took.

He put down the dismembered woman in his hands.

The woman was proof.

Proof that why he is called ‘The Empty Bag’.

Even with the sight in front of her eyes that even the owner of a fair amount of spleen would not be able to stand the fire, Cynia maintained that smiley expression.

she said in a cheery voice.

“Are you having such a bad taste?”

“You’ve shown the side you can’t see. But, let’s make this one thing clear. I’ve just been invaded by the scene of my private life.”

“Who is that woman?”

“Let’s say it’s a rat. I found a rat hiding in our organization, and our boss entrusted it to me. That’s just the story.”

“Hmm…”

“Couldn’t it be that someone like you is trying to get involved in the affairs of our back alley world and get dirty because of this lowly b*tch?”

If Sinia tries to condemn the empty bag by mentioning the value of ‘justice’ here and now.

She ends up defending the criminal organization that sent that ‘rat’.

Even if it’s not that, it’s meddling in the affairs of the underworld.

A person on the level of Cynia is involved in the affairs of the underworld-

Intervene in affairs between criminal gangs taking over the underworld?

The aftermath of that was not something even a senior citizen could handle alone.

Whether you know that or not, the empty bag was proud even though it was discovered in a perverted and transgressive scene.

“…”

Cynia stared blankly at the empty bag.

Just like the smiley face.

Soon, the words she spat out.

“Harasin.”

Sinia’s sudden surprise.

“…”

The empty bag remained calm on the outside, but not on the inside.

pounding!

A dissonance that deviated from the sheet music reached Sinia.

“To be treated as God Hara just for having a secret hobby. That’s too much.”

“hahahaha, let’s put the acting aside. Shall we get straight to the point?”

The identity of the monster I was chasing is an empty bag.

And the identity of the empty bag is Harasin’s assassin.

That was the decision Sinia made by trusting her own feelings and intuition.

“…”

The expression of the empty bag, which had been smiling brightly, suddenly changed.

He said to Cynia with a lethargic expression.

“How can you not?”

“hahahaha, what are you talking about after you induced it?”

disjointed conversation.

But the two didn’t care too much.

What was important to Sinia now was the fact that the man in front of her was Harasin.

What was important to the empty bag now was the fact that the woman in front of her knew that she was Harasin.

“Empty bag, I have an offer, would you like to try it?”

“what?”

“Are you willing to cooperate with me? Then I won’t kill you.”

sigh.

The empty bag’s eyes and mouth opened wide, drawing a bizarre smile as if it were about to tear the skin off its face.

“Can I make a suggestion too?”

“What is it?”

“Do you have any intention of taking refuge in the one who reaps with your own will?”

“Who reaps?”

ha ha

The excitement that the empty bag displayed as it dismembered the woman.

The empty bag let out a breath filled with great excitement that was incomparable to that time.

“Aren’t you looking forward to how happy the reaping arm and the reaping person will be when they reap a person like you?”

“Hmm… not so…?”

visor!

A gust of wind blew through the room.

The atmosphere, which could not keep up with the movements of those who had entered the realm of heroes, belatedly moved busily to catch up with them.

The long sword, the middle sword, and the double-wielded sword in Sinia’s hands.

A long finger in an empty bag stained red.

As the two collided, sparks scattered.

“Wow~ What kind of fingers are so hard?”

“Iron wall. I used to fantasize about it from time to time. What kind of sound would it make if my fingers were inside four years?”

“Wow! I feel bad!”

Sinia pushed away the twin swords.

The blades of the two that had clashed moved away from each other – and immediately collided again.

After clashing several times like that, they enter a dead end again.

The empty bag continued.

“But, no matter how much I imagined it, I couldn’t come to mind. Not even the sight of my fingers inside your face. Not even the sound your face makes.”

“I’m in a bad mood, so can you moderate it? If I keep doing that, can’t you control your strength during interrogation?”

“The Reaper answered my wish. He wants you…!”

“…!”

At that moment, Cynia’s expression distorted.

She hurriedly distanced herself from the empty bag.

“This…!”

sense of touch.

Time.

ear.

smell.

Cynia’s senses were trying to get out of her control.

Her sword, her mana was about to get out of her control.

Assassination techniques that have reached a certain level deny the opponent’s existence.

now. Sinia’s body was flooded with innumerable awls of unclean mana created by Harasin’s direct master, ‘Long Nail Adoni’, through assassination techniques.

“Keugh…!”

Cynia realized that she had been conceited.

The power of the assassination technique, which she was proud to be able to cope with on her own, and the assassination technique performed by Harasin’s direct master, far exceeded her expectations.

It felt like my mind and senses were being hacked to pieces.

The interference of the intense mana she experienced for the first time quickly drained her mental power and mana.

“Iron wall! No matter how many years it seems, you can’t keep your cool in front of the power of the one who reaps!”

It was dizzy.

As if the voice of an empty bag echoed with muffled pronunciation, Sinaia’s hearing was put to the test.

The ground shakes.

Countless ants crawl on the skin.

Was I holding the sword now?

At that time, when Sinia was confused by the sense gap caused by the assassination technique.

empty bag-

Long-nailed Adoni was in motion.

“…!”

At that moment, Adoni’s image shook like a fiery flame in the darkness.

-visor!

Adoni, who performed the steps of an assassin, left behind his own image, which was still swaying like flames, and was approaching within a short distance of Cynia.

The ten claws he held out were barely brushed off by Sinia’s twin swords.

It was an instinctive movement beyond the control of the senses.

That saved Cynia.

But it couldn’t be completely saved.

In the blurry sensation, only the pain was clearly felt.

A number of red lines were drawn on Sinia’s body.

Adoni’s attack continued without stopping there.

Sinia barely caught up with the assassin’s movements, which were difficult to follow even with her full senses, with a sense that was constantly being denied.

no. Followed.

ultimately unsatisfactory.

-wickedness!

-wickedness!

Every time Adoni’s long fingernails move, a red line grows on Sinia’s body.

Should I say that he is a warrior who has risen to the level of a hero?

Sinia was gradually getting used to Adoni’s movements.

However, at a speed that overshadowed that, her mental power, mana- and physical strength were consumed.

Not anymore.

It was at that time that Sinia, who had judged that, was trying to get the number of her trump card.

“…!?”

“…!?”

The world has stopped.

It was an illusion between Sinia and Adoni.

Why did I feel such an illusion?

‘Don’t move…!’

Their senses were completely out of their control, and their movements came to a complete standstill.

Assassination, which has reached a certain level, denies the target.

now.

Their senses were thoroughly denied.

As a result, their world stopped.

In a world that has stopped like that, there was someone who moved leisurely.

Cynia’s lips moved very slowly.

you…!

In this stopped world, how long will it take for those lips that move at a very slow speed to utter the words they want?

It’s probably close to eternity.

It was a robe that seemed to be wrapped around the body by cutting out the darkness at will.

It was as if the entire night sky had been squeezed into the robe.

More than anything, it was a mask that made me wonder if it could be more serious than that.

Black eyes were pouring out of the mask’s eyes.

The monster who led Cynia to this place was moving freely in the frozen time.

“…”

The monster, who kept his gaze on Sina for a very short time, went straight to Adoni.

Adoni’s body moves as he prepares to strike the next blow at Sinia.

As if controlling a puppet caught on a string.

“…!”

So Adoni stretched out his hands as far as he could.

And he folded his hands.

He pointed five pairs of long fingers at himself.

Adoni’s lips moved very slowly.

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To let out a scream that contained all the emotions he was feeling right now.

but it is not allowed

In this stopped world, the only being allowed to move was a monster wearing an unusual mask.

He muttered softly to Adoni.

“Lost and wandering left foot. Harasin’s left eye turned to you.”

As if the abyss beyond the abyss had a will and ignited, an infinitely deep voice rang out from inside the mask.

“And I, the right hand of Harasin, paved the way in front of you-”

The monster placed a large palm on Adoni’s face.

“Lagadielias.”

He continued by sweeping his palm down.

“Egonoerias.”

The stopped world finally allowed Adoni to move.

– Fu-wook!

Five pairs of long fingers ran through Adoni’s body.

dump.

Adoni knelt on the floor.

Its eyes were closed, and wings made of his fingers sprouted from its back.

It was obviously a disgusting sight, but it evoked a strange reverence.

“…!”

pounding!

The incarnation of denial gazed at Sina this time.

thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

In Cynia’s stopped world, only her heart beat freely.