I Killed the Heroine in the Game

162 – 26: Work is about to begin.

Preparations are in place.

The being who referred to himself as the Nameless Gentleman felt the corners of his mouth turn up, unable to suppress the emotions boiling in his chest.

Now is the start. It’s been decades since I opened my eyes to this world. The possessed body, whose name was unknown, suppressed its instincts with its reason and bided its time.

The reason was nothing special. A being that had lost even its name wanted the world to burn.

I hated the cold when I woke up in a bone-chilling cold.

So all life burns and dies in the flames, and even within it, they suspect each other and kill each other. I wanted to see a world where the first sound a born baby makes is not a call to its parents, but a curse.

I thought that this would stop the chill, and this world where we let out our emotions and curse each other can be said to be hell enough, but this is not enough.

I hated it. Everything in the world. This was an instinct, and it was as natural to evil spirits as living things need to breathe and need nutrients.

However, the reason why this being did not run rampant like other possessed entities was simple.

Because I know that I cannot achieve what I want through my own strength alone.

The body of possession is the words of a person with spiritual power who curses the world, and the curse swallows up his vessel and breaks it.

The greater the spiritual power one has, the bigger the vessel is, and the power of the possessed body that is born when the vessel is broken also becomes stronger.

From that perspective, the self-proclaimed Nameless Gentleman must have originally possessed a great deal of spiritual power, and was no less than a disaster that the entire nation had to step forward to defeat.

But that’s it. The world that the nameless gentleman wants will not come to him just because he runs wild.

There is no free will in the play called this world, and in the end, everything is just a doll tied by a string not knowing its situation.

That’s why I waited. At that moment when the world shakes, whether it is an explosive to destroy everything or a single gunshot, it becomes something like that to escape from the thread that binds you.

But the world did not shake easily. The thread doesn’t unravel.

If it was obvious, it was natural. At first glance, the world looks like it will collapse right away, but it does not collapse easily.

They curse each other arbitrarily and it looks as if everything on the stage of the play will burst into flames at any moment, but no embers explode.

So, deep down, that being thought that the time he hoped for would never come.

I thought that my face would rot away and nothing would change in this damned cold world.

I thought I would have no meaning and be useless under this play called fate.

But look! Before my eyes, there is a man who is not tied by a thread and is running towards a typhoon as if running towards a windmill in the wilderness is boring!

His presence had a huge impact in a world that was shaken but still intact!

The natural rules that make up the world have collapsed, things that should not exist have appeared and shaken the earth, fate has become confused, and the being behind the stage has come onto the stage!

And it all comes down to just one person. It was started by one person.

The presence in front of you is a man. Although he looked like a teenager, his scars and fierce expression did not give the impression that he was young.

Whoever sees those eyes, aren’t they the eyes of a saint who has gone through many things and grown up?

No, in the first place, you and that boy are not bound by ‘age’.

“[I’m sorry for coming to see you so suddenly. I sent an invitation – this is it. The delivery man did something stupid. As an actor and invitee to this play, I apologize – friend. ]”

“… ….”

What was in those pitch black eyes was a flame. It was a flame that would set the world on fire. It is a flame that is directly opposite to itself. That’s why the nameless gentleman was able to laugh.

“[ Then wait a moment. Shall we talk? ]”

He clearly showed signs of disgust, but what can you do? This is the city, and there are countless insect-like people.

Lee Jun is strong. It is impossible to defeat him with the nameless gentleman’s skills, which have no direct killing power.

No, he even defeated a ghost-level possessed body in the first place. There’s no way he could defeat a man who succeeded in defeating a sealed god-level evil spirit, right?

Even if we work with Lee Ma-mangyang, who has already done nothing right. Even if there is a snake that fantasizes about becoming a dragon, even if ‘that being’ fights directly, it cannot win.

So, it is impossible to do anything to him using normal methods, but-

Thanks to something ambiguous whether I should call him a proud colleague or a toy, I found a way to stop him.

When the nameless gentleman snaps his fingers, people passing by on the street suddenly stop moving and look at this place.

The man grinned and activated the ban.

“[The name of my skill is the skill to manipulate emotions. The condition is direct contact.

This limitation allows me to manipulate my powers to the point of madness, rather than simply making me feel happy or sad.

Have you ever seen someone commit suicide because of love that reached the point of madness? Have you ever seen people ruining their own lives due to irrational anger?

Human reason is like a small boat floating in a typhoon sea. If it is caught in a torrent, it will easily collapse. ]”

With nothing more than a change in hormonal effects on the brain, humans forget what they originally wanted to do and look at this place.

You feel anger and mistakenly think there is someone you hate the most.

You feel the emotion of love and mistakenly think that there is someone you love the most.

Being possessed by emotions, one ignores reason and reality and is swayed. That’s human.

Ordinary humans would feel fear when dozens of pairs of eyes gather in one place, but Lee Jun only raised one eyebrow.

“This sh*t again? “Aren’t you going to try some new variations?”

“[ It is the choice of foolish people to just give up on the most effective and most effective method. ]”

The corners of the mouth rise. Fun. The only way to hinder Lee Jun is to attract helpless civilians around him.

Of course, that alone is not enough. Even if he throws people away and throws them into confusion, he can overcome it. However, he only gives a slight variation.

Plays become boring if the same lines and direction are repeated every time. Slight changes in production and new attempts will bring a new craze to the play.

A strange energy begins to fill the city center. Rumbling, gurgling. An unpleasant crackling sound is heard from underneath the asphalt road.

After confirming this, the nameless gentleman lightly waved his hand and lifted up the casting that he had prepared nearby in advance as if showing off.

It was originally an evil spirit named Gumiho, but its arms and legs had already disappeared, and half of its body had turned into ashes.

But in that state, even a half-body that retains its human form is an object that radiates a curse called beauty that captivates people.

Forcibly tied up evil spirits who were all dying and collapsing, and turned them into fetishes that could possess even the souls of people.

The duration is not very long, but the effect is clear. It will remain effective at least until the end of this play.

People captivated by beauty gather. People caught in a torrent of emotions gather together.

People. People. They gather together and become fascinated. It’s disgusting to see them gather together like moths attracted to a flame, but they gather like insects and do their job.

This is not the finale. It’s the beginning. This incident, planned by the person controlling the thread behind the scenes, will change the world forever in some form.

The die has been cast. Now the world is changing. By the hands of just one person. You may not be able to see that scene yourself, but-

“[ Then are you ready? ]”

It doesn’t matter. Now the time has come for the freezing cold and the storm that only my eyes can see to end.

At what time and at what time do you stop? The nameless gentleman chuckled and tapped his cane.

*****

Those damn bastards, really.

I reflexively gritted my teeth when I was about to swear.

As soon as people gathered, the skeleton bastard threw himself out as if trying to hide among the people. As we chased after him and went out into a wide area, we saw people everywhere.

While curses were rising from all directions and low-level evil spirits were beginning to emerge from the shadows, when I looked at the place where I felt a familiar yet unpleasant spiritual power, several humans dressed in pitch black clothes caught my eye.

Pitch black robe. The humans wearing anachronistic clothes without any patterns were clearly the clothes worn by non-radiant groups who were believed to be female spirits who worshiped spirits.

Why are those? I had a moment of doubt, but my attention was taken away by people screaming.

This damn thing is already on its third group of people who are trying to sabotage me by dragging in innocent civilians.

Red Mask, Gumiho, and now. sh*t, I’m not the second-ranked expert who got bunkered 3 times in a row, and I’ve already surpassed everything, so why do these bastards keep doing the same thing?

Now, rather than feeling a sense of crisis, I was even thinking that these bastards are being damned again.

I think it’s the optimal solution for blocking my radius of action, but in the end, you can’t kill me. Give variations. No matter what you say, in the end, it seems like you can’t kill me.

What is the purpose of these people joining forces with the quest window now?

I was worried – the academy was close anyway and the barrier wasn’t opened. In that case, ignoring everything and rushing to kill that unpleasant guy can save more people.

After making that decision, I held two pieces of iron in both hands.

Instantly boiling spiritual power and increased strength. And wielding it is the experience accumulated so far. I believed it and rushed straight towards the skeleton man.

It looked like they were trying to disturb me with the crowd of people surrounding me, but since I was already in front of my nose, there was no problem.

“[ Oh my – if these two are combined, will I die? ]”

When it charged at me, I tried to block the sword with the cane, but of course the A-grade iron piece easily cut off the cane and easily moved my body within the reach of the sword.

There was only about a millimeter left until it reached the neck of my black skeleton man.

Wheeik!

The skeleton man threw something he was holding in his other hand at me, I don’t know if it was a nine-tailed fox or a lump of charcoal.

In response to that sudden action, I smashed it with a piece of iron and tried to slit its throat again.

The moment the broken powder touched my body and I felt an unpleasant sensation, I knew I had made a mistake.

“[ The evil spirit called the nine-tailed fox is a being born from the fear of the world that people had. It is a being that possesses people and drives them into madness just by its presence.

It’s natural that this doesn’t work for you. Yes. It’s natural that a curse is covered up by a stronger curse – but this isn’t something I’m talking about right now.

Thanks to our help, it became a fetish that bewitched people while on the verge of death. Yes. Even if it is broken, the effect is still maintained. ]”

The nine-tailed fox is said to have become a fetish that bewitches people. And a skeleton man with the skill to manipulate emotions.

I don’t know what the difference is because I’m so stupid, but anyway, why are things with similar-looking powers together?

Although I was puzzled, I suddenly saved the person who was being targeted by a C-class evil spirit that rose from the floor and kicked the evil spirit with my foot.

The longer it takes, the more victims there will be. Since it didn’t take much effort to quickly deal with this unpleasant clown, I raised the metal bar again, but-

“Ugh, wow!! “You, you!”

The person who had been rescued a moment ago suddenly screamed and swung his fist.

Of course, the punch from the person who looked like an office worker didn’t hit me, but I suddenly saw someone swinging his fist at me.

It would be hard to call it a fist thrown in confusion, but it shows clear hostility and hostility.

Did you fall victim to the skeleton man’s skills? I had doubts and at the same time wondered why they would do something like this. I looked around and realized the purpose of these things.

A messy hell. People pour out of the buildings, and the streets are filled with people.

Among them, some people simply panicked when people suddenly appeared on the street and chased after them, while others were chased outside by evil spirits.

Up to this point, it wasn’t strange if you look at the current situation. Among the crowd, I noticed people who were disorderly mixed together.

From people picking up bricks or holding kitchen knives to people coming to attack me holding fountain pens.

They were all running towards me with their eyes wide open and filled with a variety of emotions.

From those who are running away or with their eyes wide open as if they don’t know anything, to those who are asking for help, there are those who look at me with eyes filled with mixed anger and lust.

I finally realized what it was aiming for.

“[ I already showed you how to simply use humans as shields. So what if this time you get people to mug you? Even- ]”

With something like that in front of you.

Quang! The floor explodes. When lightning strikes and rain begins to fall from the sky, not just minor evil spirits but water ghosts begin to appear.

A giant appears. Demons.

Even from the exploded floor, something disgusting like a human body forcibly tied together appeared. It looked exactly like the massed corpse snake I had seen before.

And the thing on top of that piece of meat was a corpse snake with white skin and a maniacal smile. People dying.

…… I mean, they’re really bullsh*t.

I felt heat rising inside my head as I was laughing at people while killing them and saying that these people were going to die because of me.

I muttered, feeling somehow hotter than usual, feeling the same heat as the day the damn bastard trampled on my body.

“These bastards.”

It was so annoying and I fell asleep.