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    A cult of jealousy that worships the goddess of jealousy, Invidia.

    This religious sect, which is not well known in the sunny areas but has established itself as a considerable force in the shady areas, has recently been focusing on missionary activities and growth in Korea.

    There is only one reason.

    Because the apostle of jealousy is in Korea.

    Two of them too.

    An apostle is a representative of God.

    It was natural that all power would be concentrated on the land where they were staying, and as a result, the church located in this black market also grew in size.

    The number of believers also increased, and the number of paladins guarding the church increased several times.

    Thanks to this, Brian, who has been guarding this place since the church was founded, has gained great power without much effort.

    cardinal.

    By becoming the fourth believer to attain a status granted to only three people in the sect.

    It was a position he had landed in by a fluke, a fateful coincidence, but he made a promise.

    ‘My future destiny will be decided solely by my own will!’

    I wanted to go higher and I was confident that I could.

    The church, which had grown amazingly, was still growing without any signs of slowing down.

    What if growth continues like this and this place takes over the role of the main office?

    ‘At that time, we can seize all the power in the church.’

    He will be able to rise above all others except the apostles, who are representatives of God.

    Brian lived a busy life, hugging his swollen chest.

    He increased the number of worship services for missionary work from three to five times a week and focused on attracting fugitive criminals through aggressive policies.

    While such efforts are slowly beginning to bear fruit.

    “Invidia bitch.”

    “Kill me!!”

    He showed up.

    Kim Do-jin.

    One of the hottest people in the world right now.

    A key figure in the ‘Guardians’, an organization formed by the saint herself.

    A person who was far from the shady side of the black market came out of nowhere and started to irritate me.

    ‘I even came knowing everything.’

    I don’t know exactly how much I know, but this one thing was clear.

    The Guardians are their own enemies.

    The same goes for Kim Do-jin, a key member there.

    After calculating in his head, he made a decision.

    ‘Kill Kim Do-jin here.’

    It was a crisis that came out of nowhere, but at the same time it was an opportunity.

    This is their territory, their black market.

    Would they have set up shop at the top of the black market for no reason and paid them such a huge sum of money?

    When the three Paladins he had brought as his escort rushed towards Kim Do-jin, he immediately went outside and gave instructions to his subordinates who were waiting in case of an emergency.

    “Inform the operating committee that the church is under attack.”

    “Okay, Your Majesty.”

    Priests leaving the church quickly.

    “Paladins, face the enemy. You just need to buy time, so try to minimize damage by operating defensively as much as possible.”

    “I follow your orders.”

    It was when the Paladins who had received the order were about to advance towards the enemy without a moment’s hesitation.

    Boom-!

    The wall shattered with a loud noise, and the three Paladins who had rushed towards Kim Do-jin fell in front of them one by one in a miserable state.

    dump!

    Thud, thud!

    “Ah, no, what is this… .”

    The armor, made of a mixture of mithril and black iron, was shattered beyond recognition, and the knights’ arms and legs were twisted in grotesque directions.

    What’s surprising is that it only took them an instant to get to this point.

    “Hey.”

    Kim Do-jin peeking his face out from beyond the broken wall.

    He presented a choice.

    “Do you want to keep fighting, or do you want to sit quietly and answer my questions?”

    Brian took a step back without even thinking about it.

    At the same time, the Paladin steps forward.

    Showing the will to fight through actions rather than answers.

    Kim Do-jin smiled faintly when he saw this.

    “Thank goodness.”

    I was anxious, wondering if he might surrender instead of just sticking his tail in.

    Since he had come this far, Kim Do-jin had no intention of returning without gaining anything.

    He is slowly gaining momentum.

    [Activates the Ruler’s Realm.]

    In an instant, he incorporated the entire church into his domain and began to provoke the Paladins by wagging his finger.

    “Drew.”

    The Paladins came and started to advance in line.

    * * *

    I admire the momentum of the Paladins surrounding me in two or three layers.

    “I didn’t know it would be this bad.”

    The size of the Jealousy Cult seems much larger than I thought.

    Numbers are numbers, but their skills are no less than those of the Paladins that the Orthodox Church is proud of.

    With this scale and skill, it wouldn’t be strange if their name was known long ago.

    “Is the world that big, or is it just so incredibly well hidden?”

    Hexagram, Zodiac, and the Cult of Jealousy.

    The power of these people, who are crawling up to the sun one by one, is extraordinary.

    If this continues, I wonder if the Earth will really split in half.

    By the way.

    “Are we going to keep on fighting like this? It’s not fun?”

    These kids just surround me in a circle and don’t rush in rashly.

    I wasn’t scared, seeing the eyes shining inside the helmet.

    Judging by the weight they’ve put on and the way their shoulders are shaking, they seem to have a strong will to fight, but not a single one of them is coming forward.

    “Aha… , you guys are wasting time.”

    It was clear that Brian had given instructions.

    Well, I guess the intention is to maintain power while buying as much time as possible in a defensive posture.

    The reason we have to waste time is… , we will wait for reinforcements.

    If there’s any reinforcements that can come quickly here, it’s the Black Market Management Committee.

    I kind of understand it.

    “You were confident enough to fight while pretending to fall for the provocation.”

    I thought he was angry at Invidia for swearing and attacking me, but I was wrong.

    I’m sure they’ve been calculating thoroughly throughout the conversation which side would benefit the most.

    Then I thought it was worth fighting, so I launched a preemptive strike.

    And the reason the guy was so sure of victory wasn’t the Paladin, but the black market itself.

    “I guess he won the cardinal’s seat by playing poker.”

    To this extent, we can say that you have put a lot of thought into it.

    The calculations were quick, and the boldness after deciding on an action was also good.

    Just one thing.

    The problem is that the calculation is wrong.

    He squats down in his seat and asks the guy.

    “So when are the black market kids coming?”

    Since it came to this, I decided to go along with his plan.

    If you don’t come at all, I won’t know.

    Whether it’s late or early, if you come, you’ll end up having to fight twice, and that’s annoying for me too.

    If possible, it is more convenient to finish it all at once.

    But isn’t it a little late?

    “I’ll wait here, so tell them to hurry up. At this point, aren’t they being late on purpose because they want you all to die?”

    Hehehehehe!

    “Just kidding, just kidding.”

    It doesn’t work.

    It was a humorous twist, but ugh.

    Brian stares at me without taking his eyes off me for even a moment.

    Those eyes were full of confusion and doubt.

    It’s obvious what questions he’s probably wondering right now.

    “Shall I guess your thoughts?”

    “… … .”

    “You’re probably thinking, ‘How can that kid be so relaxed in the middle of enemy territory?’”

    Sometimes.

    A crazy person who acts completely relaxed even when surrounded by enemies on all sides.

    The reasons for such behavior can be broadly summarized into three points.

    The first one is bluff, the second one is crazy, and the third one is really relaxed.

    So here’s the problem.

    “Where do I belong?”

    It was just then.

    Thud!

    The tightly shut church door opens violently, and a crowd of people pours in.

    Judging by the rough aura they give off, they appear to be mercenaries hired by the black market.

    Only then does a smile appear on Brian’s face when he sees them.

    If someone saw me, they would think I was lowering a rope right before I was eaten by a tiger.

    “It doesn’t matter where you belong.”

    The guy who had the reinforcements on his back who had appeared just in time finally opened his mouth.

    “You shouldn’t have come here today.”

    “Why?”

    “He just so happens to be here.”

    “Him?”

    I was tilting my head at the noble honorific that didn’t seem to fit the black market at all.

    “Hmm.”

    I feel it.

    Among the extraordinary energies.

    Among them, there is one special energy.

    “Isn’t it?”

    I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that it’s unique.

    To put it more bluntly, I would say it is unrivaled.

    The energy moves in real time, breaking through the crowd and entering the center of the commotion.

    The person who appeared soon was a man who looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s.

    A bushy head of hair reminiscent of a neighborhood beggar, thick, upturned eyebrows, sharp eyes that seem to cut you if you touch them, and cloudy green eyes.

    There were large nostrils that were constantly flaring, and thick lips that looked like they had been dragged out after eating meat and were glistening with oil.

    “Is that you?”

    The ferocious gaze of a savage who seems to live apart from urban civilization stops at me.

    “Is that Kim Do-jin, or is that some kid doing something?”

    “… … .”

    I was momentarily speechless at the freshness I had never felt before.

    You little brat.

    He answers with the corners of his lips forced down.

    “Yeah, I’m that kid.”

    Although it is a rather happy word, it is impossible to just listen to the opponent’s provocation and ignore it.

    “What are you doing, old man?”

    He counterattacked coolly.

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