Overwhelming Difference.

 

When I died about 150 times in the previous world. I noticed something strange.

“The resurrection time is slightly different.”

Until now, when I died and came back, the time was always the same.

If I died during the day, I would resurrect during the day, and if I died at night, I would resurrect at night.

But today, I died during the day and resurrected at night.

“Did something special happen?”

I did kill quite a few enemies while raiding a warehouse, but other than that, there wasn’t much.

Lacking information, I repeatedly searched for other living beings and tortured them.

This time, instead of the riffraff overflowing the streets, I sought those with some power.

That’s when I discovered the existence of an interesting system.

“Value.”

If by any means someone’s value is judged to have increased, the resurrection time is delayed.

They say there are other effects as well, but they don’t know the exact details.

“I’ll have to find out myself.”

Wait, they said value can be increased by any means, right?

Wouldn’t wearing good equipment also count as value?

But there’s a limit to how much equipment one can carry.

“I’ll have to implant it in my body.”

There’s no rule saying equipment must be carried.

From then on, I began capturing enemies, collecting materials, and replacing my body with newly crafted equipment.

Along the way, I acquired a system that could see the value of targets and learned that randomly replacing parts would decrease value.

I modified my body, balancing between patchwork and harmony, and eliminated enemies in sight.

Sometimes I died, and when I did, my value decreased and equipment broke.

As bounties were placed on my head, sleepless nights increased, which further decreased my value.

After more than 10 years of living like this, dying and killing, a sense of doubt gradually crept in.

No matter how many I kill, my value falls all the same.

It’s hard to raise value by killing, and I’ve already used up all the useful materials.

“If only I could extract abilities.”

Abilities make up a large part of value.

The reason value doesn’t decrease much no matter how many I kill.

If I could just steal the enemy’s abilities, my value would rise insanely, and theirs would disappear.

After setting this goal, I captured countless humans, desperately seeking a way to steal abilities.

I tore out mana cores and hearts, melted them in furnaces, and ground them in blenders.

Human rights?

In a place where everything is measured by value, how could human rights exist?

‘I’ve died over 100 times to begin with.’

So I continued my research for 10 years.

I couldn’t find a method.

It was easy to make a body unable to use abilities, but making equipment was a far too difficult problem.

[Second Awakening begins.]

I didn’t find it, but instead gained an ability.

They say all roads lead to Rome.

In the end, what matters is that I got it.

[Assessing the user’s value.]

[Crude. Patchwork. No value.]

[Readjusting to the most valuable form.]

Eh? What does readjustment mean?

After that, I felt tremendous pain and collapsed to the ground.

When I opened my eyes again, my patchwork appearance was gone, and I had returned to how I looked when I first dropped into this place.

[Value has increased.]

… I think I preferred the patchwork.

Not looking weak and not receiving strange glances.

If I could just go back to being a man…

No, that reminds me too much of the past.

The movement of the two villains who took the drug changed in an instant.

Kim Du-il, who had already been fighting for a long time, showed movement three times faster than before, and Lee Du-hee affected even the objects controlled by Haewol.

Their minds appeared intact, but the blood flowing from their eyes made it clear that they were not in a normal state.

“Vanish all of you!”

Haewol also counterattacked by creating a typhoon, but the two enhanced individuals did not retreat.

“Metal Dragon!”

“Explosive Fist”

A massive dragon made of metal flew through the storm, and a huge explosion erupted from the fist, pushing back the typhoon.

Considering how they were being pushed back by Haewol until now, one can see how powerful the drug is.

“Everyone is too weak. How can this solve my boredom?”

I descended gracefully between them.

The area around me remained calm, unaffected by other abilities.

“Who the hell is this woman!”

“Pretty lady. If you don’t want to get hurt, get lost.”

The only changes were the ring above my head, wings, and costume, but all three failed to recognize me.

Is it because my appearance changed too much?

“Maybe it’s because of the drug. You have no value at all. Your speech is vulgar too. 3 points.”

For reference, it’s out of 100 points.

Thud-

While attention was focused on me, Haewol raised the ground to attack the two.

“I assume you’ve come to judge them.”

“I just came to burn trash.”

“… Was your personality always like this?”

“Since our classes don’t match, there’s no need for courtesy.”

“Huh huh. No matter how I look at it.”

Boom-

Before the conversation could finish, metal clumps poured out from the Metal Dragon’s mouth.

The surrounding ground was also infected with metal, creating heavily armored knights, and Kim Du-il, whose body had doubled in size, burst through the ground.

“I’ll just kill you both!”

“They were my type. What a waste.”

Let me handle these two first.

[Value Preservation]

A technique that creates a specific space that takes no damage.

The ground, which was being rapidly conquered, begins to stop at the area around me.

Now the enemy’s metal infection can no longer spread.

“What are you doing! My ability doesn’t work on you either?”

“You can’t win anyway.”

Now, let me attack from my side.

[Death Mist]

Black mist escapes from my wings and envelops the surrounding summons.

Metal rusts, wood rots, and everything touched returns to death.

The ability of Death, which brings death even to things that don’t die.

Rank 5 wasn’t a position earned solely for immortality.

‘It was really infuriating.’

I can’t even remember how many pieces of equipment I lost back then.

[Touch of Death]

Thud-

The mist took the form of a hand and blocked Kim Du-il’s fist.

He blocked it by surrounding himself with mana, but the lost mana does not regenerate.

“So the rumor about turning humans into equipment was true.”

“Nonsense. I only need abilities.”

There’s no space in my equipment for something as valueless as a human without abilities.

And besides, a lich isn’t human.

“And after all this, you were screaming at us for being criminals.”

“What I do with valueless humans is up to me.”

The black mist has already enveloped the surroundings, leaving no room for the two to escape.

The only options left are to struggle and die, or beg for life and die.

“Death’s ability is famous among villains anyway.”

“What a shame, young lady. You shouldn’t be so arrogant with someone else’s ability.”

Death’s ability wasn’t well-known outside, so did villains have some kind of network?

‘Another reason to catch criminals.’

[Death Beam]

A ray shoots through the mist, piercing Kim Du-il’s body.

The ray killed the mana surrounding his body, leaving him with no means of protection.

“What is this.”

“Someone else’s ability? No. This is my ability.”

The black ring floating above my head is not a decoration.

A unique equipment made with the ability of a being who was an archangel in the previous world.

The moment I use this equipment, I gain the position of an angel.

“A valuable ability created by combining valueless abilities.”

My ability, which makes the abilities of trash weaker than me into something usable.

[Metal Dragonian.]

Lee Du-hee combined all the metal she could control to create a giant dragon knight.

It was 50 stories tall, and its bulk was three times that.

“Crush her!”

[Authority – Normalization]

Inanimate objects moving like living things is against the natural order.

The authority passed a death sentence on the dragon knight, and the form of the dragon knight trying to stomp on me collapsed, turning to dust and disappearing.

“This is impossible.”

She was dying, bleeding from every orifice due to ability overload.

“No, it’s possible. I’m different from you.”

[Sanctuary of Death]

The black ring spins, and an enormous amount of mana consumes the surrounding space.

“In this place, death exists only by my permission.”

The fading lives of Kim Du-il, whose half heart had been blown away, and Lee Du-hee, who was bleeding from her entire body, lit up again with a faint light.

“This is the end.”

[Judgment]

A black light falls from the sky, enveloping everyone.

When the black light, which seemed to annihilate everything, disappeared, the space that appeared was little different from before.

Only all of Lee Du-hee’s summons had disappeared, but nothing happened to the two.

“What? Nothing happened.”

“Is it an illusion?”

Not only that, but their dying bodies had recovered enough to move.

“In this gap, tell the boss. Kuhack.”

“What the hell is this! Disappear, get lost right now.”

The brief joy of surviving what might have been death soon gave way to tremendous fear, and the two slumped down in their places.

“Are you scared? Of course you’re scared.”

“What… what did… you do?”

“How could you not be afraid when your life and death depend on me?”

I would have preferred an ability that could steal by simply killing, but unfortunately, my ability requires preparatory work.

‘Overwhelming difference.’

It doesn’t even allow winning with difficulty.

Only by winning overwhelmingly can I take all the rights of the opponent.

‘But the return is certain.’

“First, Kim Du-il, was it? What is the value you cherish most?”

His value was overwhelming violence and the charisma to command his subordinates.

“First, let’s change your appearance and make your personality petty.”

“What… are you… saying…”

The moment I declared it, his body, which was over 2 meters tall, changed into a skinny figure of 160cm.

All his muscles disappeared, and his healthy skin became dry and rough.

Changed to be gaunt, he looked so weak that a wind could blow him away.

Thud-

When I kicked and sent a stone flying, Kim Du-il, without even being hit, let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground.

“You’ve changed well. You really look like trash.”

I turned my gaze and met eyes with Lee Du-hee standing next to him.

“How would you like to change?”

“I’m sorry. Please spare me. I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s too cliché, I don’t like it.”

I ask different guys every time, but the answer is always the same.

“Shall I take away your beauty and turn you into a pig? I’ll make dark spots bloom on your skin and make it all wrinkled.”

The appearance of Lee Du-hee, changing with each of my words, was broadcast live through cameras filming from a distance.