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A flashing blade slashes at his neck.

His spine tingled, and he reflexively surrounded himself with the power of sloth, unleashing new strength.

“The borderline of negativity!”

In an instant, the world is divided into two.

Into his own realm, where he denies and pushes away everything he wants, and into the realm where he doesn’t.

The moment the sword aimed for his neck entered the area, an unprecedented force arose and pushed his sword away.

Kim Do-jin uses that power to step back and adjust his posture.

His brow furrows.

“Oh, right. That was it.”

It’s because I forgot.

The absolute power of defense that protects his body.

“Tsk.”

The price for missing a golden opportunity is a siege.

The hunters who had rushed in surrounded him tightly once again and aimed their weapons.

Once again, a breathless battle ensues.

The hunters fought hard.

But not a single weapon could inflict any significant damage on him.

No, on the contrary, I started getting hurt.

Phew!

one.

Kwajik!

Another man is hit in the face with his fist and falls to the ground, his face twisted in pain.

“Ugh… … !”

My heart sinks every time the power goes down.

Because once they’re all down, it’ll be you.

Moreover, while they were only fainting, it was clear as day that he himself would not escape death… .

“Ah… !”

One of the facts that passed by without a second thought hits him hard on the head.

“No one died… ?”

The number of people lying on the floor was now a whopping fifteen.

But none of them died.

No, not a single one of them lost an arm or a leg despite the fierce fighting.

Everyone is fine, just lost consciousness.

This means that the opponent is not intentionally taking the life of the victim, but only stunning them.

“Heh, heh heh.”

It made me laugh.

If my thinking is correct, not only will we be able to turn the tide of the battle, we will also gain greater advantages.

Unlike a little while ago, Yoon Myeong-ho is observing the fierce battlefield with a calm gaze.

As the number of those falling increased, the smile on his lips grew deeper.

Because the prediction was correct.

‘As expected, that guy isn’t using the water cannon on purpose.’

Another one falls.

This time too, I received a great shock to my forehead and fell to the floor with my back rounded.

Someone else was hit in the back of the neck, and someone else was knocked unconscious with a mild concussion.

Even though I could have cut off his heart, his neck, his arms and legs with a knife several times.

Phew!

He uses his hands, not his sword, and he controls his strength to lightly cut off the opponent’s spirit, not his breath.

Those who fight him with swords are those who were brought in against their will.

Of course, there are some unfair aspects, but that is not something Kim Do-jin should consider.

He is said to be one of the executives of Hexagram.

An apostle of wrath, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, and a clear enemy of humanity.

Does such a person care about the lives of his enemies?

“That can’t be. That won’t work either.”

This suggests a lot.

Not losing a life means that any reduced power can be restored to its original state.

At the same time, the fact that he hesitates to take another’s life means that we should doubt his true identity.

Call Chris straight away.

But it didn’t reach.

It looks like something has been installed to block communication.

“No choice.”

I’ll have to tell him later.

I draw on the power of authority I had been saving to advance towards the escape route I had barely found.

Brainwashing.

The ability is not limited to simply instilling new ideas or ideologies and making people follow one.

That’s just a basic skill.

The brainwashing that was constantly refined has developed even greater abilities.

“Listen up, everyone.”

He raises his voice.

“Brothers, you have sacrificed your bodies for the noble cause of the God of Light. How can you fall and lose your mind to the enemy’s trivial attacks?”

It was a hint.

A pillar of strong suggestion and blind faith that can completely deceive their bodies and minds.

“Brothers who have fallen, get up and fight again. And don’t fall again. The moment your body touches the ground is only when you are heading to the side of the light god with a noble sacrifice.”

Put it inside them.

It didn’t end there.

“Do not fear sacrifice! The God of Light has prepared the highest and most sacred place for the first to arrive, and only those who walk ahead of everyone else can enjoy the greatest glory!”

Gwangmyeong Bridge.

A religion that only has one person, who is God and the leader.

They are impressed by the madness of one who has reigned as a god there for so long and now believes himself to be half a god.

“Oh, oh oh oh, the God of Light is watching over us!”

“Only those who sacrifice first will enjoy the greatest glory in the arms of God…!”

“I’ll go first!”

“No, me!”

“Get out of the way, everyone! This is me… !”

The formation collapses.

The small, moving castles crumble to pieces, pushing each other and crashing down like tidal waves.

A form worse than a rabble.

But this time it was more effective and threatening than ever.

“Wooo!”

“Sacrifice!”

“Into the arms of God!”

“For the greatest glory!”

Kim Do-jin smiled bitterly as he watched the waves of humans covering the ground and sky, reaching a point close by.

“Haha.”

This is fucked up.

* * *

Everyone lives with beliefs.

And that belief thing doesn’t change easily.

Even if something miraculous happens and I get a second life.

Kaang!

“Push harder, push harder!”

“Glory…, glory will be given…!”

“The God of Light is calling me!”

At least live as a human being.

That was the belief I held all my life.

So then, why did you come to have such a belief?

It’s my job’s fault.

Hunter.

In a small category, it is a job that requires fighting monsters invading from cracks, and in a broad category, it is a job that requires fighting all kinds of things that threaten humanity.

Profit, fame, and honor.

If things go well, you can have it all, but you have to live your whole life with one huge risk.

Constant killing.

Slay monsters that oppose humanity and slaughter traitors who turn their backs on humanity.

It is a death to protect.

But that doesn’t change the fact that with my own hands, with the sword I hold, I cut down something alive and breathing, severing its breath.

That’s where the problem starts.

“Please kill me!”

“No, it’s me! Kill me!”

“Everyone shut up! I’ll go first… !”

It is often said that humans are animals of adaptation.

That is absolutely true.

Even if it’s something unfamiliar at first, if you do it consistently, it will start to feel natural.

All professions are mastered through this process of adaptation.

A chauffeur drives, a doctor practices medicine, and a merchant sells something.

So what does a hunter excel at?

“Kill.”

okay.

Hunters become accustomed to the act of killing.

Even those who lose consciousness and fall down soaked in the monster’s flowing blood eventually become accustomed to it.

It means that you take it for granted that you will be covered in hot blood all over your body.

Me too.

No matter how much of an enemy they are of humanity, there is bound to be hesitation in cutting down a living being.

But then I looked back and realized, shocked, that I had lost that thing.

Everyone was calling me a hero, but I just thought of myself as a lucky murderer.

I spent some nights thinking about that.

I was constantly struggling, tormenting, suffering, and being in pain, stuck in the swamp.

As my whole body sinks into the sticky swamp, my breathing gradually becomes shorter.

I realized.

As long as I continue to do this, this worry will never end.

And I couldn’t stop doing this.

So I accepted it.

“I am a murderer.”

Killing tens of thousands of lives.

“But I only cut what I want to cut.”

But I never point my knife at someone I don’t want to hurt.

A disciplined murderer.

That is how I defined my existence, and I have maintained it until now.

It’s the same now.

“Kill me!”

“If you won’t kill me, die!”

“May the glory of the God of Light be with you!”

“Go to hell, you devil!”

Phew!

Pass the time!

Phew!

I have no regrets about giving up killing and going a long way to get hurt so many times.

I am prepared.

Rather than mercilessly killing those who were merely brainwashed and surviving, I would rather die as a human who maintained the bare minimum of goodness.

Of course, not now.

“Hoooo.”

The blood flows properly, and the hot head becomes cool again.

In the midst of the madness of those rushing toward death, I find my reason shining clearly.

Another change appears in the sharpened eyes.

Magic that flows freely.

They shake around whenever the surrounding madmen run wild.

Like flower petals fluttering in the wind.

From left to right.

Peek!

From right to left.

Bam!

From bottom to top.

Phew!

From top to bottom.

Crackle!

It’s an air current.

A flow that can never be seen with the eyes.

These extraordinary eyes can see magical power and read the currents of magical energy through its movements.

Reading the air currents means being able to accurately determine the direction of the attacks coming at me.

Going one step further, you can interfere with it and change the flow as you wish.

Whew!

Take just one step and you’re on a safe path from the wild attacks.

Poop poop poop!

Arrows mercilessly strike the spot where they were just a moment ago.

Take another step and escape the sword’s domain.

Wedge!

One more step and you are safe from the bullets flying in a straight line.

One step.

One more step.

Finally, another opportunity comes.

“Ugh, ugh… !”

Yoon Myeong-ho enters, shouting at the madmen rushing from behind with blurred vision.

“What, what are you guys doing! Kill this guy right now… !”

“Shut up.”

My ears hurt because they are extremely sensitive.

He swings his sword at the pale guy.

This is not the sword that has been used tens of millions of times so far.

He lifts his sword up the air current flowing towards him.

It flies towards the opponent’s neck at high speed on its own without any force being applied.

I see

A sword doesn’t necessarily need to be sharpened perfectly.

It was enough to clearly recognize the goal and choose the right path to take.

The swords that have been built up so far are shaking.

The tip of the advancing sword also sways continuously along the winding air current.

The panicked guy shouts in a panic.

“The borderline of negativity… !”

That again?

The airflow that had been flowing without obstruction is blocked.

A kind of force that cannot be defeated, but is gentle, yet very decisive, pushing the tip of the sword.

Swords and arms springing out.

The guy who thought he was out of danger twitches the corners of his mouth.

But what to do.

“It’s not over yet.”

If it had been a little while ago, it would have definitely ended here, but not this time.

The force from pushing the arm and sword is used to create an air current.

When you rotate your body once, the surrounding magical power will rotate in the same direction.

The sword that bounces off the rotating air current thus created is loaded.

The sword returns in a large U shape.

“Ah, no… !”

Crunch!

He cut off the guy’s neck and passed by.

“Okay… ?”

Bam!

My head fell limply, unaware of my own death.