episode_0670

At that time, a whirlwind of chaos was sweeping through Times Square.

Even in places where other people couldn’t see, a battle as fierce as the one seen was taking place.

Phew!

“Cough!”

It was a one-on-many fight.

To be precise, it was a fight between many and many.

Then, in the course of a fierce battle, one side completely falls, leaving only one person remaining.

That one person was Jincheon.

Kwajik!

“Crrr…!”

The enemy’s windpipe is cut off by his fist.

He thought as he pulled back his outstretched fist.

‘How many people are there?’

I don’t know.

It’s probably because I didn’t count every single enemy I killed, but even if I did, I wouldn’t have noticed.

Because there were so many enemies, I inadvertently forgot how many I had killed.

Jincheon, who continued to confront the enemy with a seemingly indifferent expression, was losing his mind.

‘What the hell are they doing?’

Was there any other organization other than your own that could mobilize this many people?

Why else would you target yourself?

My mind is filled with questions that just can’t be resolved.

‘This is the worst.’

The enemies’ skills were mediocre.

But didn’t they say that you don’t know your clothes are getting wet in a drizzle?

As he fought off the endless waves of enemies, he began to reach his limits.

Crunch!

“Kuhheuk… !”

The depth of the punch is getting shallower and shallower.

This is clear evidence that your physical strength is reaching its limit.

In contrast, the number of enemies is still uncountable.

Jincheon, looking at this with complicated eyes, was convinced.

‘Is this my grave?’

His own death.

Of course, I have no intention of dying easily.

Surviving by any means necessary, regardless of the method.

Because that’s the way Jincheon lived.

“Sigh…!”

Jincheon, who had regained his momentum with a short shout, shouted at the countless enemies that were making his vision dizzy.

“Come!”

These evil spirits rush in and get entangled in the one-man declaration of war against the majority.

A desperate fight for survival.

There were two pairs of eyes watching him like that.

“Haha, you’re holding up pretty well.”

“… … .”

Michelle is amazed by her opponent’s unexpected performance, and Son Si-woo stands there silently watching him.

Their goal after crossing over to the United States was Jincheon.

Another apostle who serves Invidia, the goddess of jealousy.

Taking power back from him.

Things were going very smoothly.

The reason is because of the large number of people Michelle brought in out of nowhere.

If they hadn’t been there, Son Si-woo would have had to cross swords with Jin-cheon himself.

‘Well, it’s really fortunate that it didn’t turn out that way… .’

While I felt relieved inside, I also felt a hint of fear towards Michelle.

He always treated me with a humble attitude, so I just thought of him as an ordinary servant there.

‘You have so many people at your disposal.’

It didn’t seem to be the case.

Otherwise, how could they mobilize so many people?

So what is it?

What position does she hold there, and why is she being so polite to me?

‘Do you have any wishes for me?’

I feel on guard.

Perhaps, at the most crucial moment, the one who ruins my life is not Kim Do-jin, nor anyone else, but Michelle, who is closest to me.

I find myself shrinking without even realizing it.

Michelle, who was beside him, caressed his cheek and whispered.

“What are you so worried about?”

“… What are you worried about?”

Son Si-woo turns his head slightly to avoid eye contact with her.

But Michelle already knew Son Si-woo better than anyone else.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“… … .”

I don’t know what he was like before.

But now he looked like a child suffering from extreme distrust of humanity.

I don’t trust anyone easily, and I push away anything that could be harmful to me.

I don’t know what made him like this, but it was a great situation for Michelle.

Because once I get inside him, I can do whatever I want with him.

“Master, look at me.”

His gaze slowly turns to her.

Pupils shaking without reason.

On the contrary, she comforts him with her unwavering eyes filled with Son Si-woo.

“As you can see from today’s video, I hold a fairly high position in the church.”

Son Si-woo nods his head, saying that it seems likely.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to be afraid of me. No, you should be happy about it.”

“Why…?”

She pulls his questioning face closer to her and holds it in her arms, whispering.

“Because a woman with such great power is yours alone.”

The strange breathing and sweet words press down on my anxious heart.

“My own… .”

It was a terribly attractive sound.

Especially for him, who had never before been able to obtain something that was completely his.

‘Yeah, Michelle’s right.’

She is a woman only for herself.

Her strength is no different from my own strength.

That means, all of those who throw away their lives like straw at her single command are also my subordinates.

She, convinced that his heart had once again turned to her, struck the final blow.

“So leave the hard work to me, and you, Master, take only the glory and go up high”

“High place… ?”

okay.

He too dreamed of high places at least once.

I wanted to look down from a place where no one could properly see me, admire the bewildered expressions of those who had treated me like an idiot, and make them regret it.

“Yeah… I also wanted to live without hesitation at least once.”

In front of everyone, without worrying about what others think, confidently and with conviction.

As I watched these people fighting against unimaginable strengths right before my eyes, I suddenly had that thought.

‘Isn’t now the best time to achieve that goal?’

If it was just a dream back then, isn’t it now a very possible dream?

But how do you make that dream come true?

Should I just leave everything to Michelle and her subordinates and just take care of the results?

He shook his head.

“… No.”

It’s more foolish to not know than to know, but even he knows that that’s not the right answer.

You can’t have everything you want if others just feed it to you.

Getting your hands dirty and getting hurt.

Because I know that I can only fully enjoy the accomplishment if my body does it itself, even if it is not all of it.

He ordered Michelle in a trembling voice.

“Subordinates… , tell them all to step back.”

Her eyes widen slightly.

“No way… Are you planning to move it yourself?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Why all of a sudden…?”

Son Si-woo answered her with the corners of his mouth curled up as if he were about to cry at any moment, as she asked him with an expression that said he simply could not understand.

“You can’t reach your goal if you just stay behind.”

“… … .”

Michelle looked at him with a subtle expression as he mustered up the courage for the first time in a long time, no, maybe in his life.

Finally, as she gestures, the men surrounding Jincheon part like the Red Sea.

Son Si-woo walked between them and arrived in front of Jin-cheon.

“Whew, whoosh… !”

The condition of Jincheon, where hundreds of people were beaten to death with his fists, was so bad that it could not even be described as good.

His stamina and magic power were depleted, and his whole body was dyed red from the wounds that were appearing one by one.

If I just sit there and watch, it looks like I’ll collapse before long.

Does that mean he was easy?

no.

In fact, the pressure I felt now was even greater than when we first met.

Because he is a beast.

Also, wild beasts are most fearsome when they are wounded.

‘You can do it, you can do it, you can do it.’

Son Si-woo draws his sword while repeating this to himself over and over again.

Soon the two people collide.

Kwaaang!

Subordinates fall over from the impact of the world’s strongest prosthetic hand and sword.

Michelle’s eyes grew colder as she watched from afar Son Si-woo grit his teeth and fend off the wounded beast’s attack.

“Ugh… , this won’t do.”

I don’t like it.

His actions to get out of my product.

You could just stay still, but why do you keep trying to step forward?

“Did I give you too much confidence…?”

It seems like I unintentionally gave it a bit too much space, but after thinking about it carefully, I think that’s not such a bad thing.

That probably means that the person named Son Si-woo cares deeply about him.

“Hehehe, so cute.”

Even the sudden rebellion felt cute.

I even feel like I should have rebelled a little more.

I was curious.

What would it feel like to give them a little bit of acceptance and then, when you feel they’ve crossed the line, grab their leash tightly?

I wonder what kind of expression he will have looking up at me with at that time.

“Haaa… ♥”

Michelle, feeling a strange excitement, moaned and twisted her whole body.

The short but intense battle between the two has finally come to an end.

“Eww-!”

Phew!

Son Si-woo’s sword, swung with a huge roar, mercilessly pierced Jin-cheon’s chest.

“Coolook… !”

Phew!

Son Si-woo covered in blood gushing from his chest.

Jincheon smiled faintly at him.

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

Son Si-woo turned away from the gaze filled with regret by lowering his head.

I understand.

It must be a shame to die like this.

But this was his mistake.

Jincheon did not regret my death.

“If I had been in better physical condition, I could have had a better match with you… .”

“… … .”

What was disappointing was the battle.

If only I had fought the strong man in front of me and died instead of fighting those rascals.

“If only I had done that, I wouldn’t have regretted it… .”

His body crumbling down with a thud.

dump!

His rapidly cooling body still had its eyes closed.

Son Si-woo approaches him like that.

He takes out the dagger he had been keeping in his bosom and stabs it into the dead Jincheon’s chest.

Crunch!

The moment the sharp tip of the dagger pierces through the solid bone.

Parsak!

His once healthy body shrank in an instant and turned into a mummy.

Woohoo-!

He put the dagger that had turned crimson back into his bosom, looked down at Jincheon’s corpse that had become so ugly, and then turned his back.

“Let’s go back.”

He missed home desperately.