Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

20 – Inrush – 3

“Hey, hey… what is that bastard?”

“Mo, I don’t know, fuck. Wasn’t he a guy who couldn’t even wield a knife properly?”

“Is that so?”

The other three were stammering at how embarrassed they were. The smile faded from his face. The tip of the sword he was holding was now pointed directly at me.

He didn’t even hold it up properly earlier, but since the first guy died and fell out, he seemed to be coming to his senses now.

As I walked forward, I stepped on a puddle of blood seeping from the corpse onto the floor. Their bodies flinched as blood splattered with a thud.

I set foot in that state. Footprints made of blood were left where the shoes had passed.

“hey.”

At my voice, the three raised their swords reflexively. A look of bewilderment was evident. When there is no mind like this, when instinct is ahead of reason, you have to take the upper hand as much as possible.

If they keep attacking me, I don’t know, but if I chose to run away after strengthening my body with mana, I would rather be in trouble. Because there’s no way to catch it.

Quickly kill two out of the three, grab the other and interrogate them, or kill the one who jumps at you after hearing the information from the beginning.

But in reality, the latter is almost impossible. Then there was only one way left.

“Let’s make a deal. I’ll save the one who first tells me why this place is like this. How is it?”

They looked like they were saying what that idiot was going to say. it doesn’t work Should I have killed him more brutally rather than piercing his neck at once?

I glanced at the corpse, which was still forming a pool of blood on the floor. The reaction might have been a little different if the stomach had been cut open and the entrails spilled out.

A moment of regret flashed through my head, wondering if I killed it too quickly. Judging by the reaction, it was still a concern about my skills.

In their eyes, what I did was just a surprise.

Because he looked down on me and approached me defenselessly, and then just got hit with a knife and searched for me, there is a possibility that I thought that the knife I had accidentally stabbed through the neck, which was a vital point, and killed him.

Actually, I was just embarrassed, but I didn’t do anything.

It seemed like he was trying to figure out whether he should fight like this or run away.

My skills are much better than expected, so I got a hole in the head of the guy who came out first, but that shallow pride must be holding my ankle to run away like this.

These are the guys that Scarface goes with. Self-preservation was more thorough than anyone else.

If I truly thought that I had been hiding my skills until now and that I had revealed them now, I would have fallen on my knees and servilely begged for my life instead of standing there like that, or I would have run away without even looking back.

It seemed that he would have to take care of one more person to hear his words.

“There you are.”

I aimed at the guy on the far left with the tip of my knife. A look of bewilderment appeared on his face as he was suddenly targeted.

“What are you doing not messing around?”

The other two guys looked at the unlucky guy who was filmed by me.

The look of three pairs of eyes, including mine, turned towards him, and the young embarrassment on his face grew even thicker. His expression seemed to say, “Why is it me?”

There was no particular reason. I just pointed the knife in any direction and it was just the far left.

The three exchanged glances with each other intently. Since it was filmed, he seemed to be asking me to quickly go out and do something. It was like that gang.

I need to check my skills more, but since my life is too precious to step out on my own, I’m sure there are people who have just been filmed, so they are pushing their backs hard. They were nerds, down to the smallest detail.

“Eh, ah fuck! I don’t know!”

As if he couldn’t stand the pressure, he strode out. The other two were looking at me with a mixture of relief and half laughter.

Relief would come from the thought that it was fortunate that the scapegoat was not him, and laughter would come from the thought that low-level adventurers like Nameless would be over.

As he walked out, his body was wrapped in blue mana. This time, it looked like he was going to do it right. The hand holding the knife was full of strength, and the gaze that looked at me was full of venom.

The guy who attacked me first became a corpse with a hole in his neck because he was careless, so he didn’t want to step on that train.

However, having a poisonous spirit and that skill were two different things.

Although the person I’ve seen so far was Serena, so my eyes got a little high, but other than that, it was an absurdly low amount of mana even if I looked at it objectively.

I wondered how he reached the level of an intermediate adventurer with such skills.

Even compared to the low-class adventurers in this city, it seemed to be lacking for a long time. I hope the other two are on the same level as this guy.

When I thought so, it almost hit me.

Probably, the one who came out first and was killed by me was the strongest one out of the four, and the rest of them were all indifferent and didn’t know what to do.

If things went wrong unlucky, Scarface would have come forward and solved it himself, so the opportunists who ate the leftovers while catering to them didn’t have to be strong.

Because if you flatter them and keep your form by the side, other people will not be able to see them because of Scarface.

Of course, even such an insignificant amount of mana was much better than not wearing it at all like me.

If the swords meet like this, no matter how many times it is, it will either break the sword on this side within 10 times or all the teeth will come out.

Unlike other people’s weapons, which can be used semi-permanently if mana is applied properly, weapons to me were just consumables that had to be changed constantly, so they weren’t very good materials.

Holding the knife with both hands, I checked the positions of the other two people behind me. Both are slightly biased to the right.

I took a few steps to the left. In line with that, the guy who was walking toward me turned his body slightly. It was an angle where my body was covered as much as possible.

“Look around!”

He raised his sword and ran. How is it that there is no sound like that? His posture was also sloppy. There was a hint of clumsiness in every action.

I stayed still until the distance was narrow enough for each other’s swords to touch, then I turned my body and walked at the same time as I saw the action of the strike.

“Whoa?!”

Suddenly, his body rolled across the floor. It was genuinely insignificant. It was as if I jumped at him without even thinking that I would escape.

Behind my back, I heard laughter from those who couldn’t grasp the situation yet. They should be next, but I don’t know what makes them laugh.

The guy who had just rolled over had jumped up. His face turned red.

The fact that he didn’t directly hit the knife, and tripped and fell while dodging it, seemed to hurt his pride. He sighed and took his stance again.

To be honest, I was also a little embarrassed. Since they were the guys who went out with that Scarface, I thought they would be more than intermediate adventurers, so I made a plan, but their skills were much lower than expected.

I wondered if these guys had any information to glean. It’s just that the situation turned a little weird, so I guess I jumped on the bandwagon and did things my own way.

Now that I was able to figure out my skills, it was time to change my plans. I glanced behind me. About twenty steps. The distance is considerably narrower than before.

How thoughtlessly, since I had pointed out the other, they believed without a doubt that they would be all right until that one was searched for. Even if the intelligence was low, it was too low.

“You bastard! How dare you look away?”

Seeing that again, the knife was swung along with swear words. I checked my direction and took two steps back. The tip of the knife cut through the empty space in vain.

“If I sold one eye, I should have killed him. Isn’t that something to be thankful for rather than something to be angry about?”

If the opponent does something useless, you can say thank you and dig into the gap and kill or subdue it. And that guy failed at that.

The reason is simple. There was not a single thing better than me except for the subject of mana and strength.

In the first place, there was no body reinforcement, so the moment I could see the attack and avoid it, it was already broken.

Sometimes there are people like this. It is possible to blindly put mana on the body, but those who can’t draw out the body strengthening through it.

If the former is close to the realm of instinct, the latter is close to the realm of education. And this was the end of those who refused to even set foot in the realm of education.

It seems that normal thinking became impossible due to the heat spreading to the head, and there were many cases where attacks came in arbitrarily.

Until then, if I had drawn the trajectory of swinging with the idea of thinking, now it felt like I was just swinging as I went.

After dodging the attack a couple more times, he looked back once more. The distance that had been close to 20 steps had suddenly narrowed to less than 10 steps.

That’s enough. I slightly twisted both wrists holding the hilt diagonally. Praying that the first attack would not cause a tooth to fall out or crack, and prevented the strike.

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Jjaeong, not only the palms, but the entire arm rang. I barely managed to stop my knees from bending under the force. The area around the eyes trembled.

It was filthy heavy for that poor attack. After all, having even the slightest amount of mana was always better than not having it. Like this fucking body.

I glanced at the knife in my hand. There was only a slight blemish on the part where the sword was directly facing, but overall it was intact with no cracks or a single place.

Like the posture and the difference in power, if I continued to fight like this, I would be at a disadvantage.

I slightly bent my wrist and made his sword slide down my sword blade while it was bound. The blade was stamped on the cross guard, and it cracked.

It was fortunate that the cross guard held out for once. If I hadn’t endured, my arm would have been cut off entirely.

At that moment, the sword slid down and seemed to have lost its balance, so I punched the staggering guy with all my might.

The sound of bones breaking was heard at the place where the eyelids and fists collided. Of course, it is my finger that is broken. I deliberately aimed for a soft spot, but to no avail.

Ignoring the pain I felt in my hand, I continued to swing my fist.

I heard the third pop-puck sound, and by the time my fingers, which were completely dead, were back to normal, he grabbed the area around his left eye and screamed. It was filthy hard.

“Aagh! My eyes!”

I raised my right foot and kicked the guy in the stomach. Receiving the recoil, the body that was being pushed back turned half a turn. The other two were still stunned. He passed the sword to his fully recovered right hand and kicked the ground.

First of all, from the guy close by. He pulled his right hand to his chest, pointed the tip of the sword down to the left, and then raised it to the top right.

The blade grazed his body, leaving a long cut in his chest. Blood spurted from the wound.

“Hee, hee!”

The bastard let out a shrieking scream. Judging from the fact that he still had the spirit to be afraid of it, he didn’t seem to have been cut deeply.

Glipped to the side. The other had mana wrapped around his body as if he had just finished assessing the situation. You have to put your breath away before the two of them attack together.

There was no time to straighten up. Without avoiding the knife stabbed in front of him, he pushed forward.

You didn’t know that I would get hit right away without avoiding it, huh? The stupid sound came back.

The knife pierced his left shoulder, but he did not stop his legs. The tip of the knife pierced his shoulder and came out backwards. The distance has narrowed enough.

I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him, bringing his terrified face closer. My hands were faster than the hurried footsteps beside me.

He thrust the knife obliquely into his cheek. The point of the knife pierced the skull and writhed through the brain, reappearing at the side of the crown.

There was a lot of blood at the end of it. I turned the handle half a turn and pulled. When he opened his eyes and saw the whites of his eyes exposed, he was instantly killed.

I roughly threw the bloody knife on the floor and regenerated my left shoulder. The knife was pushed outward by drops of blood and flesh finding its place.

I grabbed the handle. The original sword has lost some of its teeth and the crossguard has been smashed, so it would be better to use this rather than risk breaking it.

I turned my body back. Now deal with the other guy who attacked me-

‘No?’

I couldn’t see the guy who had just run up to me. In an instant, the accident stopped. Did I take the wrong direction? isn’t that

A shadow shone behind him. For a moment, I thought that I had misunderstood the opponent. How could the one remaining guy move so fast?

A lump of iron slashed through the air with the sound of cetacean. can’t avoid this

Kwajik, I felt my side shattered. His lower body was numb, as if his spine had been damaged by the attack just now.

The waist was bent at an angle that should not be bent. My legs were limp like laundry hanging on a clothesline. I flew for a while with my body floating in the air.

An intense pain ran through his back. With the sound of something breaking, his body pierced the wooden wall and plunged into the house.

With a bang, my body rolled across the floor, smashing all over the house. The arms and legs could not withstand the force of the body rolling and broke randomly.

I hit the back of my head against something hard. The back of his head must have been shattered, and warm liquid flowed down his neck.

There was a foreign object lodged in his left eye, and he tried to remove it, but his limbs did not move at all. It seemed that the whole body had been smashed.

When the movement stopped, I was able to check the condition of the body. The first thing that caught my eye was my back.

It was as if the neck had turned 180 degrees and the position of the visible back and stomach had switched. The 90-degree angle to the right, resembling the corner of a desk, added to the bizarre look.

The hamstrings of his left leg were in contact with his back, and his right arm was unbelievably stretched to seven joints.

I can feel the left arm resting on my body, but I couldn’t confirm it with my eyes. I heard footsteps on the wall I had penetrated.

I thought it would be better to play it first and see it.

The neck, which had turned in the opposite direction, found its angle again, and the hamstrings that touched the back returned to their original position.

When I wondered where my left arm had gone, it was lying on my body with the shoulder joint turned around three times.

During the recovery process, the left shoulder rotated counterclockwise about three times. The right arm also returned to its original shape.

Something stuck in his left eye fell to the floor. It was a piece of wood. I must have rolled on the floor and got stuck. I slowly got up. Someone stepped in through a crack in the wall.

A grim-looking face. A scar across half of it, starting from the upper left cheek and extending to the right cheek.

Thighs as thick as the waist of an adult woman, and muscles protruding unevenly on forearms thick enough to match.

A huge body that seemed to touch the ceiling and broad shoulders. A massive hammer held in one hand.

“Hey, who is this? Aren’t you an asshole who said having no name is a name?”

It was Scarface.