episode_0540

If you think about it calmly, it might be a good exchange rate.

They say that if you give me up, everyone gathered here will be saved.

I am alive and they are alive.

If you think about which of them is more beneficial to this world… , I think the answer is fixed.

“You know. How merciful the current proposal is.”

Yeah, I know.

I know.

This guy has power.

Power enough to make you one of my subjects without asking for my consent.

Nevertheless, making this suggestion was literally a sign of goodwill and mercy towards me.

Now, look.

I should say it’s a noble expression of how much I think of you.

At this point, I had no choice but to admit it.

“It’s definitely an attractive offer.”

This was especially true for me.

“Not everyone can die… … .”

I have seen the death of colleagues whom I cared enough to trust with their lives, many times.

That made it even more fascinating.

I thought about this every time I watched helplessly as my colleague died.

Even if I die first, I would rather not see my comrades die first.

Moreover, those who are groaning in pain behind the scenes are more than just colleagues.

If I can save them, what’s the big deal about me?

I’m sure he thought so.

If it were me in the past… , I mean.

“… It is also a proposal that is difficult to accept easily.”

I am a little different now.

It was almost forced, but unlike Son Si-woo, who was aloof from greed, Kim Do-jin was a bundle of desire.

At worst, he must have been caught by greed and rose to the position of an apostle.

That’s why I didn’t want to die easily.

There are a lot of things I haven’t done yet.

Also, what if the women I saved from death even make eye contact with other men?

Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.

So right now, I am fiddling with other options with my fingertips.

Francis Maier and the Attack Force.

And if the volunteer group is driven to death… , I think my colleagues and I can survive.

“… … .”

I know.

How trashy my current thoughts are.

So what, what?

It’s better for some to live than for everyone to die.

And if we are going to live, it is better for our children, who have a bright future ahead of them, to live.

Even if other people don’t know, our kids will definitely get to the S level.

But even this is not easy.

That’s why I’m buying time.

How should I throw them away, where should I set up an escape route, etc.

Only by carefully planning the strategy can the success rate be increased by even 1%.

It was right then.

Francis, who was silently watching the situation from the side, placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, buddy. There is no need to think deeply about such a ridiculous suggestion.”

There is no need to worry, d.

“All my colleagues are dying.”

Still, there is no need to worry.

Are we all going to die together?

“Yes. So I have to save it. By getting rid of that mosquito leader.”

“But.”

“I know, I know. The opponent is stronger than you think. If things continue like this, even if I die and wake up, I won’t be able to defeat him.”

Francis smiles bitterly, acknowledging the strength of his opponent.

There is no need to worry when you know so well.

What on earth is he thinking?

Just as I was wondering, he brought his face close and whispered softly.

“I have a way.”

Eyes open, ears open.

“… How?”

“Yes. It’s impossible on my own, but it’s only possible if a friend helps me.”

I was puzzled.

Will I be able to deal with an enemy that is too difficult for him to handle alone?

He continues and whispers.

“What does that mean… .”

His innocent voice is heard clearly.

The moment I heard that, I couldn’t help but be shocked.

I thought maybe I could survive without choosing the worst move.

“What do you think? Don’t you think this will work? Huh?”

I feel hopeless that avoiding the worst is the best, and that it is the lesser evil that follows closely behind the worst.

* * *

Francis Meyer.

Humanity’s greatest hero.

Everyone gave him a thumbs up, saying he was the best, but he never once thought that way.

He lost his parents at a young age and wandered around the back alleys of Europe.

A beggar child who has nothing.

Still, he had a dream.

‘One day, I will become a hunter and bring peace to this chaotic world.’

A dream too big to be harbored by a child covered in grime.

It was a dream that he naturally harbored as he grew up, having lost his parents to a villain who was running around taking advantage of the chaos, and seeing countless children who were alone like him.

However, the wall of reality was very high.

No matter how I woke up, it was just a matter of standing at the starting line.

To become a hunter, you had to learn something.

Whether it’s a sword, a bow, or a spear.

Force as a means to restore peace.

However, it was a busy time for me too.

There was no one who could offer their skills to a beggar who had nothing.

As a result, I despaired for a while and then changed my mind.

‘If no one teaches you, learn on your own.’

Although he realized it late, he had been putting this into practice for a long time.

For example, when I first entered a back alley after losing my parents, I blindly followed a child who seemed to have lived there for a long time and acquired knowledge about his life.

Things like learning from the movements of gangsters who brag about using their fists.

From then on, he went around and watched closely.

The image of a hunter fighting monsters and villains.

The wall was blocking him at every moment as he had to learn by sight, but he somehow managed to wake up.

In a way, you get enlightenment from what you see in A from what you see in B, and what you see in C from what you see in A.

Sometimes, I got hints from conversations I overheard in passing.

okay.

This wide world was his teacher.

‘There is something for everyone to learn.’

By the time I had that mindset deeply in my heart.

Finally, God landed on his shoulder.

Humility (humilitas).

A mindset to humble oneself and respect others.

An attitude of always realizing one’s shortcomings and acknowledging the existence of those who are better than oneself.

That’s why he was able to become strong.

Because he learned from and gained enlightenment even from those who were much younger and weaker than him.

“Wha!”

Swing the sword with great energy.

From left to right.

Teuong!

A powerful sword strike that seems to split the castle in half is blocked by the opponent.

But he was smiling.

‘It’s much better than before.’

This is because the current strike shook Jinjo’s defenses much more intensely than the first strike.

So it was disappointing.

If only I had a little more time.

I wonder what it would have been like if the weight on my back had been a little lighter.

But even for a moment.

Without delay, he swung his sword again.

Sigh!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword strikes that embroider the air are splendidly struck.

Jinjo, who responded to this, was quite surprised.

‘… The momentum has changed.’

The opponent’s momentum became even more intense.

I definitely thought that what I showed off a little while ago was my full potential, but maybe that wasn’t the case?

But that was all.

If the opponent resisted even more fiercely, that was fine.

If I can overcome him, the man who cannot easily accept my offer will also change his mind.

“Do you still have this strength left?”

“I still have a lot left to show you, so brace yourself! Chaaa!”

Do not slow down your attack.

He draws hundreds of lines with a quick sword technique, and delivers an explosive blow with a strong sword technique.

That wasn’t all.

All kinds of tricks that can be performed with a sword burst out of Francis.

It was just amazing.

How can one person learn so many different sword techniques and so deeply?

This was possible because he accurately understood the essence of the sword.

Whether it’s a quick sword, a strong sword, or a fantastic sword.

Ultimately, their essence has one thing in common.

‘Cut.’

Cutting down the opponent.

However, the only difference is how it is cut.

Of course, realizing its essence was only possible because Francis’ talent reached the sky.

Chachaechaechaeng!

Pow!

Scar Gagak!

I feel it slowly with each successive attack.

The opponent’s once strong barrier was slowly starting to crack.

The same goes for Jinjo.

“Indeed.”

Even though he made all kinds of sacrifices, should I say that he is the one who put me to sleep ten years ago?

But it was questionable.

No matter how much hidden power there is, is it possible for there to be this much of a difference?

A question that arises in a time of great urgency.

The composure that he can show because he is a strong man.

In other words, it was carelessness.

‘now!’

Heat it hot.

I use my soul as fuel to make the flame that burns stronger.

Such changes were seen in the sword.

The shape of the magical power smoothly surrounding the sword changed.

In a merciless form, burning with the sword as fuel.

‘There is no next time.’

I’m putting everything I have into just this one move.

Coogung!

Francis charges forward, collapsing the floor of the old castle with a single leap.

What came to mind in that split second was my first realization.

The first thing to pay attention to when exchanging attacks with an opponent with a sword.

It was none other than clearly understanding when to step back and when to move forward, and then taking action.

He had been continuously moving forward until now, and he finally met him.

When to step down.

This was the final blow for that time.

「Burning Soul」

A world that I managed to climb to by burning my entire soul.

Things that were invisible or unseen are clearly visible to the eye.

The flow of magical power flowing through the world.

Colorful magical powers seeping out from living, breathing things.

And the true power of the Jinjo that has rarely been seen.

‘Is there such a difference?’

Francis smiles bitterly.

It was because I realized how foolish and reckless my charge had been.

But it’s okay.

Because now I can correct my recklessness.

While running, his new model accelerates once more and arrives in front of Jinjo.

“This… !”

A look of disappointment appears on Jinjo’s always easy-going face.

The breakthrough ability he showed now was that surprising.

“Hey, Jinjo.”

He tilts back his sword, which burns everything it touches, and cries out.

“Go this time.”

To hell.

Purr!

Forced to enter a new world, the only blow allowed to him was devastating.

Squeak-

A low noise in contrast to the loud blow.

At the same time.

Puhaaak-!

A huge fountain of blood spurted from Jinjo’s body.

“Hehehe… !?”

Painful pain accompanied by massive bleeding.

Jinjo, with his face distorted, clenches his teeth and threatens to kill the opponent in front of him.

It was a very harsh and bloody blow.

So much so that I thought of death, even just for a moment.

But it wasn’t enough.

“I don’t know what power I gained from burning it, but I think I lacked understanding… !”

Lips that protrude.

Naturally, power was not something that could be easily handled even if it was obtained.

The higher the level you have achieved, the more you must understand it deeply to properly handle it.

That was correct.

But you are wrong.

I didn’t have it from the beginning.

There was no hope that this blow would suffocate him.

Francis, who was rapidly losing strength, shook his head and answered.

“No, that’s enough.”

To completely focus your attention.

It was when he felt something bad coming from the low voice and was about to pull back.

Puhak!

Suddenly, a sword came out in front of my eyes and pierced Jinjo’s chest.

“Kohuheook… !”

Death is much closer than during the crisis 10 years ago.

Strangely enough, what was in his eyes was not fear or fear, but rather doubt as he faced the fear that every living, breathing creature in this world must experience at least once.

‘how… , how… ?’

I couldn’t understand.

Where did this sword that suddenly pierced my chest come from?

He lowered his eyes, where half of the light had disappeared, and only then did he realize.

Where did that sword come from?

“… Ha, haha.”

Kim Do-jin was seen standing behind Francis.

Stained with blood, tears, and grief.

The sword he was holding pierced my heart with a miserable look on his face.

“Cough… !”

With Francis between him and himself.