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    Kim Do-jin agreed.

    Demon power.

    The force coming from that black stone is truly worthy of its name.

    I am constantly whipping through my mind to find a modifier that suits that energy.

    The word I found was ‘violence’.

    It is violent, as if it was created with only destruction in mind.

    Only then did I realize it for myself.

    Why did Hexagram want that item so much?

    And why did the saint stubbornly refuse to take this item out?

    It was a worthy item.

    For the purpose of destruction, it is difficult to find anything better than this.

    Suddenly I imagine.

    ‘If I had that in my hand… .’

    There would be no need to do such troublesome things as now.

    If you have that power, you can do whatever you want.

    Guardians and Hexagram.

    I can cut out the parts I don’t like and boldly take on the parts I like.

    No, it’s not just that.

    ‘If I had that, I could have the whole world in my hands…’ !’

    When a glimmer of imagination born of curiosity is quickly degenerating into a seething desire like lava spewing from an active volcano.

    “Dojin!”

    The urgent and urgent cry of the saint next to him brought his consciousness, which had been sinking into the deep mire, back to the surface.

    “Ah… … ?”

    Kim Do-jin tilts his head with a puzzled expression.

    ‘what?’

    My mind is a little blank.

    What just happened?

    ‘I think my head was full of very bad thoughts… .’

    This feeling.

    I’ve felt it a few times.

    The greed for something overwhelming and infinitely attractive.

    He must have been fascinated by it once again.

    It’s none other than that black stone.

    When his eyes unconsciously tried to turn to the Black Stone, the saint’s pure white hands firmly grasped both of his cheeks and fixed his gaze on her.

    “It’s dangerous to look any further.”

    A saint who warns in a strong tone.

    Kim Do-jin asked with a puzzled expression.

    “What was it, that was… ?”

    It was a very strange feeling.

    It feels like being held in the arms of a woman who is so attractive that she leads him to destruction and then falls away.

    I was relieved that I wasn’t completely involved, but at the same time, I was extremely disappointed.

    What kind of ecstasy could I have experienced if I had just been held in that embrace?

    When you think of a place you can’t reach anymore, a place you should never reach.

    “Black Stone is one of the reasons why you should not leave this place.”

    Her explanation continues.

    “That object stimulates humans’ desire for destruction. It destroys, tears, and tramples everything in this world, leading to destruction.”

    “Then I just… ?”

    “Yes, that’s right. Mr. Do-jin also just stood at that threshold and barely came back.”

    My mind went blank.

    The temptation of objects.

    It’s not a common occurrence, but it’s not something I’ve never experienced before.

    It existed occasionally in higher level dungeons.

    Traps, objects, and beings that fascinate humans.

    Whenever that happens, it was always his job to awaken the spirit of the party members.

    Because his strong mental power could never be broken by any temptation.

    So it was difficult to understand.

    “I was shaken so much by that object… ?”

    Of course, the Black Stone was more threatening and attractive than any other object he had ever seen.

    The power to manipulate the world at will through destruction.

    Isn’t it tempting for a man who dreamed of conquering the world at least once in his youth?

    But it didn’t have to be like this.

    The fact that he was shaken like this meant that there was a gap in his once strong mental defense.

    “The temptation of Black Stone varies greatly from person to person.”

    “If there is a difference… .”

    Her gaze beyond the veil gazes warmly at Kim Do-jin.

    “The stronger a person’s destructive desires are, the more easily he or she is attracted to that temptation and gives in.”

    Kim Do-jin’s face hardened.

    If we interpret her words, it means that a destructive desire is sleeping inside of her.

    Black Stone tried to control himself by bringing out that desire.

    Her hand lightly caresses his cheek, as if pitying him.

    “It means that you are carrying a lot of burden. To the point where I want to cut off all the threads that are tangled up with Mr. Dojin, rather than untangling them one by one.”

    “… … .”

    he thought to himself.

    Is it really so?

    Maybe so.

    Isn’t it comfortable?

    Rather than counting and calculating again and again, kill and destroy everything.

    But he knows.

    That it is not a true solution, but merely an escape.

    There is no harm in breaking the knot of the plastic bag containing the delivered food rather than untying it.

    But life is different.

    If you don’t calmly look at and unravel the threads that are tangled throughout your life, you can cut them off ruthlessly.

    Because the only future of that life is the same destruction.

    “I’m sorry, Mr. Dojin.”

    Out of nowhere, she apologized.

    “I guess I depended too much on Mr. Dojin and entrusted him with a lot of work. so… .”

    “No.”

    I cut off her blaming herself while holding my cheek in my hand.

    I carefully stretched out my arm and placed it on the back of her hand, which was covering my cheek.

    The first time I touch her in private, except during treatment.

    He declared while stroking the back of his hand, which was rougher than expected.

    This is an opportunity.

    A chance to increase her likeability.

    To allow his existence to seep into her even more.

    “I have never once thought that I was having a hard time because of the saint.”

    As she answered in a confident tone, a slight change occurred in her.

    “Ah, um… , that… Are you going?”

    A tone of confusion.

    The pure white nape of the neck exposed beneath the veiled face is turning red.

    In all likelihood, the face behind the veil will also have the same color.

    Take one more step forward.

    “I wish the saint would rely on me more.”

    “Do, Mr. Dojin… .”

    The saintess takes a step back in surprise.

    It was something I had already heard once.

    Francis Meyer.

    A man who carried the heavy burden given to him when he was still young.

    He also said that.

    -“When you feel like there’s too much weight on your shoulders, rely on me.”

    It didn’t feel like this at the time.

    Although I was relieved to have a reliable hill to climb on, I didn’t feel this overwhelming feeling.

    What on earth is the difference between Francis and the man in front of me?

    ‘This is how my heart… .’

    Is it a big jump?

    The answer was derived without difficulty.

    Francis Maier was like a dependable uncle to her, although they were much older than her.

    But what about Kim Do-jin?

    Although he is younger, he is deep in thought and feels like he is my age.

    Yes, peers.

    Men and women of similar age.

    A heartbreaking yet exciting feeling that naturally arises between these two.

    She vaguely noticed this and hurriedly took her hand away and took a step back.

    “Ah, ah, I understand. I fully understood what Dojin meant. Well, by the way.”

    She hastily changes the topic.

    “B, you said you were replicating the Black Stone, right? that… , How do you think this is possible?”

    I thought about it for a while.

    One more step here?

    Or stop?

    The worries didn’t last long.

    “Let’s take a closer look from now on.”

    I decided to follow her wishes.

    If you advance too far in one day, you end up falling back that much.

    “If I go crazy again, the saint will wake me up.”

    “… Yes, I understand.”

    Kim Do-jin closes his eyes for a moment after saying those words.

    Get your mind together.

    he recalls.

    Solving problems through destruction is the same as running away.

    And there was no such thing as an option in my life to run away.

    ‘Although there was an operational setback.’

    anyway.

    Look closely at the properties felt in the black stone.

    Violent momentum.

    And through this, stimulation of desire.

    If these two properties can be realized, it seems possible to create a black stone that is completely identical on the outside.

    ‘How do we implement that?’

    The pull of a strong desire.

    And huge power.

    After thinking about the two things, he soon came up with an idea.

    What if I could use my greedy energy, which is constantly craving something, to make the other person constantly greedy?

    At the same time, if you can use greed to absorb and store the energy around you without hesitation.

    ‘I can make enough.’

    Similar yet different from Black Stone.

    A fake black stone that can be controlled without any risk even if placed in the hands of an opponent.

    Accelerate your thinking.

    What else do you need to make this?

    ‘craftsman.’

    It takes a great craftsman to create an object that can accommodate these functions and is durable enough to store the vast amounts of magical power it absorbs without difficulty.

    And for Kim Do-jin, there is such a presence in the Guardians.

    “Saint.”

    “Please tell me.”

    “I need Angela.”

    * * *

    Angela arrived in Vatican City on the fastest plane as soon as the saint’s call came.

    It was awkward at first.

    Vatican City was a very boring city.

    Because he is so pious, he doesn’t have much to do, and because he goes to bed too early, he gets used to hammering until late.

    However, the saint’s next words changed his mind.

    -“Umm… , what should I do? Mr. Dojin asked me to call Angela.”

    That was the end.

    She immediately packed her bags and boarded a plane, arriving in Vatican City just after noon.

    And I faced Kim Do-jin with an excited heart.

    “Well, how have you been… !”

    As if my brain had broken, I was about to shyly say hello like a nineteen-year-old girl in love.

    “Please look at this, Angela.”

    He placed a piece of paper on the table.

    She was offended and asked in a blunt tone.

    “… What is this?”

    “It’s my lifeline.”

    “… … ?”

    I don’t know exactly what it means, but the feeling of importance stuck with me.

    So she looked at the paper he had placed, hiding her disappointment.

    The identity of the paper was a drawing.

    Once completed, it will have very unique properties.

    She laughed when she saw this.

    “It’s nice that you think highly of me, but I can’t make something like this.”

    An object that has the ability to absorb magical power from the atmosphere.

    To some extent it is possible.

    However, the absorption amount shown in the drawing was abnormally high.

    Even if you draw hundreds of magic circles that absorb magical power, it’s too much to handle.

    At that time, as a craftsman, not a woman, I was firmly trying to push her away from being caught up in impossible production.

    “Oh, I can do that part. This is what I want to ask Angela.”

    Kim Do-jin points to a part of the drawing with his finger.

    There is a rough-shaped sphere drawn on the tip of the finger.

    “Can you make an object hard enough to handle this number?”

    My mind went blank for a moment.

    Is it possible to absorb that abnormal amount of magic power?

    Her heart began to pound loudly, and she asked, pushing her upper body forward with enthusiasm.

    “Is this possible? really? Don’t lie.”

    “It’s really possible. If Angela can do it, even higher numbers are possible.”

    “If this is possible… uh, so… !”

    An object that absorbs magical energy from the atmosphere.

    Using this, you will be able to do many things that you could not do before.

    For example, with a single charge, the magic built into the artifact, which was limited to 1 to 3 uses, can be used dozens or even hundreds of times.

    Or, it wouldn’t be a dream to create a sword that could maintain sword energy for a long time with the magic power absorbed and stored.

    My mouth watered.

    She got up from her seat and screamed.

    “Can you do it?”

    I asked myself.

    Is it possible to create a mineral that can easily withstand that enormous output?

    “I don’t know either!”

    It was natural.

    Because I’ve never done it before.

    But one thing was certain.

    “Wait a moment. Because I will definitely make it.”

    That it must be done.

    “Sophia! You can use the blacksmith right away?!”

    “Hehe, of course. I knew that would happen and prepared in advance.”

    “It was good. Let’s go right away!”

    She walked towards the blacksmith shop with bold steps.

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