Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

21 – inrush – 4

“It’s amazing, how did you get hit with it properly and stay fine?”

It’s not fine, it was smashed to pieces and then recovered, but I decided not to correct it. When Scarface swung the hammer lightly, the wall he was barely holding on to was completely shattered.

No, it wasn’t just the walls that were broken. With just one hammering, half of the house collapsed.

The roof, which had lost its support, collapsed toward the floor, dragging the surrounding materials along with it. Sunlight shone through the broken roof.

Scarface smirked and looked at me even as wooden boards rained down on her head.

It seemed like it wasn’t even ticklish. Besides, there was not a single scratch in reality, so it was also an accurate expression.

“Huh? Or were you hiding something?”

thump, thump, the floor rumbled in time with the footsteps walking towards me. The fragments of the house scattered on the floor made a squeaking noise when stepped on by the shoes.

A shadow fell on the floor. The muscles and prominent veins in his forearm, which seemed to burst, squirmed in sync with the movement.

A hand the size of a pot lid, large enough to cover almost his entire joint, was placed on his shoulder. Powerful fingers squeezed his shoulder. Do you really think that this pain can defeat me?

I glared at Scarface. Look at this guy, the look on his face returned.

The power in my hand became even stronger, as if I didn’t like the fact that I was staring at myself in reverse. I grabbed his wrist and tried to release it, but he wouldn’t budge. It was like a lump of stone.

“Should I answer?”

Scarface lifted me up. Grabbing an adult man at random and lifting it with one hand was still an ignorant force.

If it was this much without mana, it seemed that those muscles weren’t wearing form.

“why me?”

“Why me? Ha, what the hell does this bastard believe in and climb?”

There was a sound I shouldn’t have heard from my shoulder. His face, which had been stern even before that, turned even more stern. It was as if he was about to smash his head with the hammer in his right hand at any moment.

“What do you believe in climbing? You climb because you can’t kill me.”

There was no need to hide his super-regeneration ability from him anymore. Serena is here.

As for Serena, even if you send Scarface three days to run away first, she will catch up and take her head in a few hours.

And, I was determined to kill this guy. The whole city is in a mess, wandering around like this while the adventurer’s union building door is locked?

And that’s why their gang is trying to kill anyone who walks outside? There was only one correct answer that could be guessed.

“Ha ha ha ha! I can’t kill you? Did you wake up? Huh?”

“Then try it.”

I stopped laughing at my provocation. Scarface’s eyes twitched.

Suddenly, the hand holding my shoulder tightened even more, and I heard the sound of my collarbone breaking, and my feet rose into the air. My eyesight spun around.

My back was pinned to the floor as hard as I could. It sounded the same as when a collarbone was broken in the spine.

This time, the ankle was grabbed, not the shoulder. I thought my body turned upside down, and I flew away.

As his head pierced the wooden plank wall, he felt a warm liquid on his head, probably from a splinter of broken wood.

No matter how much I was floating in the air, my speed slowed down and my body rolled across the tiled floor. My left arm rubbed against the tiled floor, peeling and chafing all over my skin.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards me from far away. As the body recovers on its own, the bent elbow joint and the warm sensation that flowed down from the head disappeared.

I never thought I would win 1-1 anyway. Before I could stagger to my feet, Scarface grabbed my right arm and lifted me up.

His two eyes scanned my unscarred body here and there.

“Hey, this is amazing. Bastard, if you had such a strange ability, wouldn’t you have to report it to this brother?”

Every time Scarface swung his fist and hit my head, my neck bones were shattered and my head was shaking back and forth.

The left side of the face collapses and is smashed and then restored, the jawbone is broken and then returned to its original state, and the skull is shattered and then restored.

It was to the point where I could spend more time not being able to open my eyes than I could.

The right arm, which was held in a strong grip, did not even think about letting go. I thought about cutting off my arm, but there was no suitable weapon.

It’s not like I can voluntarily pull out my limbs like a lizard cutting off its tail.

Now it was time to write another number that I had been thinking about.

He stared at Scarface with his left eye, which had been completely shattered and crushed inside his head. Bahak, the fist hit the face right away. I could feel the familiar taste of iron in my mouth.

“Seeing that you still open your eyes like a fuck, did you get hit less?”

“Being hit less or more by me is meaningless, you idiot. I assure you, you’ll get tired first before I die.”

My teeth were all chipped, so I stuttered a bit at the first word, but as I was speaking, the restoration was completed, and after that I managed to finish my words without stuttering.

As soon as I finished speaking, a fist was thrust into my stomach this time. My stomach trembled. The blood flowed backwards from his mouth, and it looked like his intestines had been slashed.

As he continued to spit out the blood that flowed back into his mouth, Scarface swung his hand in the air a few times. The gaze that glared at me was full of annoyance and anger.

“Ha, the big dick guy has been chewing on me since before. It’s disgusting.”

“Then will it make you feel worse?”

He spat that out and was about to take his left hand, which he had left free, into his chest pocket, when his wrist was grabbed.

As soon as he was caught, his arm was pulled in the opposite direction with the sound of his wrist bones being shattered. Judging by the soreness of his shoulder, it seemed as if the joint had been dislocated from the pull.

To understand the meaning of the words in that short moment and stop what I was about to do was a reaction speed befitting a high-level adventurer.

A look of ridicule crossed Scarface’s face for a moment. Blue mana began to envelop her body, and the two arms she grabbed were repeatedly broken and restored in real time due to the strength of her grip.

“Look at this. What were you just trying to do?”

“……Scroll, I was going to explode it and feed you shit.”

“Hey, did you even prepare the scroll? You’re very well prepared.”

It was a method I often use. Scrolls are obviously very useful in most situations, but unlike the magic used by wizards, there was a possibility that even the caster would get involved.

Due to the nature of the casting method, aggressive magic was prone to self-destruct if mishandled, so most of the magic drawn on the scroll was only for auxiliary purposes.

Except for me.

To me, self-destruct magic was like saying, in effect, no risk, high return. If I self-destruct by tearing the scroll close to the enemy, the opponent caught in the self-destruction will become a rag, but I will regenerate intact.

If you can’t solve it with one shot, you can end it with three or four bursts.

“But what to do with this, I found out about it all. Did you really think I wouldn’t see it, idiot?”

It was a very proud face. Considering the characteristics of scrolling, it would be more accurate to think that way under normal circumstances.

The magic used by wizards can cancel the chant and prevent the casting itself, or if it is wrong, it can forcibly stop the supply of mana and make the magic disperse.

Although the latter method was risky for the wizard himself, the key was that it was possible to cancel the activation anyway.

However, the magic engraved on the scroll was different.

The scroll was not something that could be canceled like the chant of wizards, and since the mana needed to activate the magic was already supplied to the scroll, it was impossible to make the magic disperse by blocking the mana.

In order to prevent the scroll from activating the magic once inscribed, there was no choice but to press down with more overwhelming magic, but considering the fact that most of the people who used it were ordinary adventurers who lived a life far from magic, it was like a joust.

So, the vast majority of scroll makers adopted a mechanism in which the engraved magic was activated when the parchment was torn by more than 40%.

In order to prevent unintentional casting of magic when the scroll is unluckily hit and torn, not only does the tearing process require the temperature around the human body temperature, but it also has a special treatment so that it does not react to the surrounding mana.

okay. Under normal circumstances, the vast majority of scrolls do.

“Since you showed it openly, of course it’s normal for you to notice it, you stupid bastard.”

“Ha, I think the fucking beatings weren’t enough until now. Come on, I’ll pluck that tongue out this time.”

“Pull out your tongue? It seems you haven’t grasped the situation yet.”

I grabbed both of my arms with both hands, so I had no arms left, so this time the kick landed on my thigh.

Thuduk, the thigh twisted in a strange direction. It wasn’t until three or four more bones were shattered, as if the anger had lessened, that the wheezing sound of breathing finally subsided.

“Why don’t you try thinking with that hard head to see why I openly showed you taking out a scroll from your inner pocket? Oh, it’s a stone so it can’t rotate? If that’s the case, I’m a little sorry.”

“You son of a b*tch”

I lowered my voice. I took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. I could see a grim, distorted face and a fist about to pierce my face, letting go of one of my arms, unable to bear the anger.

I remembered a piece of advice I once heard. There was one more triggering condition for the scroll that Charlotte had made, besides tearing it.

It is no different from an ordinary scroll on the outside so as not to arouse suspicion, but when special conditions are met, a completely different magic is triggered.

And the trigger condition for this scroll was my will.

ㅡ burst.

A dazzling flash erupted from the chest pocket. Scarface, who was about to swing his fist at the intense light, let go of my arm and covered his eyes with a mortification.

There was no way that I would be safe. The optic nerve, which received the light directly, began to burn from the inside. He couldn’t tell whether the liquid that flowed from his eyes was blood or tears.

The whole body was covered with fire. In front of Purgatory, which devours everything, there were no human beings, and even stones, wood, and metal were insignificant.

The body that touched the flames of purgatory did not burn, but evaporated ah.

Fire raged. I couldn’t see it, but I could tell.

Swirling infernal fires centered around a small orb, turning all matter near it into nothing more than ash.

As if his whole body had been completely burned away, he could no longer feel any sensation anywhere.

However, it never reached the end.

The body started to regenerate. Eyes, a mouth, a nose, and ears were created from the ashes, and they took on a human form.

I blinked my eyelids. The pale sky and blazing hot air told what had just happened here.

I looked blankly at the sky where ashes and sparks were mixed and flew away, then I raised my upper body.

Playback was long over. Staggering, I put my hand on the floor, and the feeling of hard stone returned. It was a tile on the boulevard. It seemed that the sphere exploded at the end and bounced out.

“It’s definitely a deteriorated version.”

purgatory.

Among the magic Charlotte developed, it was a magic with the potential to compete with several other candidates for the strongest position with simple firepower.

Even the dragon’s breath was one step short of Purgatory in terms of power. My impressions of both are correct.

The word that it was a degraded version while handing over the scroll was certainly not a lie, the damage range was much smaller than I expected.

If Charlotte had used this magic herself, an area equal to the combined size of dozens of these cities would have disappeared from the continent.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that absolute power is weak. The place where Scarface and I had been standing just before had melted away so badly that it was unknown.

It was a sight that would frighten anyone who did not know the whole story of the incident, thinking that the devil had climbed up from hell.

Even though the top was a mess with all sorts of garbage, the tile, which was at the level of maintaining its shape closely and densely, had black holes with no end in sight.

There was no fire because it evaporated and disappeared before it could catch fire, but rather, the ashes left behind look cute.

Around the black hole, everything in a radius of about 10m had evaporated neatly. At least, I had a strong feeling that I could barely hold on to the soil and stones.

If they couldn’t hold out, that black hole in the floor would have been much wider.

The heated soil and stones were still emitting heat. The heat was transmitted to the spot where I had been ejected. The heat mixed with the weak wind made my skin tingle.

Nearby houses were engulfed in flames and burning.

The fact that Purgatory was ignited by simply heated air, even though it was not directly touched, revealed how powerful the magic that had appeared here before had been.

“It was already a piece of shit, but I broke it even more.”

I looked at the scenery around me and sighed.

After being thrown here and there by Scarface, the whole house was destroyed, and now that it’s on fire, I thought it would take a while to restore it.

It’s not like there’s a wizard to put out that fire right now.

‘Should I tell Charlotte?’

If I told her that I met an idiot, but Charlotte melted it with the scroll you gave me, she would smile with joy at the fact that the scroll she gave me helped me.

I kept saying that I don’t have to accept support because I’ve been wandering around alone for hundreds of years.

Looking at what hasn’t come to me yet, it seems that Serena is also faithfully carrying out her duties in the manor house.

It was the moment when he thought that he must have searched for Scarface, who had been wandering around here, and that he should knock on the door of the Adventurer’s Guild building again.

A strange hand emerged from the dark pit and drove its claws into the ground.

The metallic black skin and elongated fingernails, which made one think it was like armor, were telling us that the being that emerged from the pit was not a human at all.

Soon after, another hand came out and landed on the ground, and the head came out of the pit. Eight eyes rolled their pupils in all directions. All of them showed purple pupils that had been torn vertically.

As if the black material covering its body was actually close to the armor, whenever it moved its arm, a clanking metallic sound could be heard.

The surface was rough, as if it was shaped like muscles, and there were a lot of rugged things.

When the legs finally came out of the pit, the whole shape was revealed.

A height that seemed twice my height, limbs of almost no difference in thickness, absurdly large feet and thick claws at the tips of three forked toes. A tail as thick as my torso, fluttering in all directions.

A long, slit mouth opened beneath the eight eyes. A dull purple tongue appeared between sharp teeth.

The mouth was split so long on either side that it seemed like a smile. Saliva trickled down between his teeth.

“Monsters…?”

ㅡQuaaagh!

A tearing roar erupted from his mouth.