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by fnovelpiaSeeing blood after a long time brought up two conflicting emotions.
The anger that made me want to tear apart and kill the person who had hurt me, and the fear that made me want to run far away from the person who had pierced my armor.
Looking at Kim Do-jin, who suddenly became lost in thought even after landing a significant blow, the survival instinct from childhood that came back to life along with the blood was also divided into two opinions.
‘You have to run away right now.’
The side that says now is the last chance to escape.
‘The threat must be eliminated. Kill him now!’
Those who believe that we must kill our opponents before it is too late, even if it means going to extremes, to avoid any future troubles.
As if he had a split personality, the two branches of his thoughts fought fiercely.
That’s why.
I was hesitating and unable to take any action.
And that hesitation led to the worst possible outcome.
“Bam… … !”
Kim Do-jin stumbles, clutching his eyes and groaning in pain.
When his eyes opened again, they looked completely different from before.
‘Hey, what’s that?’
Inside the black pupil, a dark purple flame was burning softly.
The moment I saw it, I was struck with ominousness.
‘Maybe I’ve lost my last chance?’
The moment I met those two eyes flashing purple fire, I regretted it.
Either escape or attack.
That you should have done something one step ahead of your opponent.
The price of regret was dire.
Crunch!
His sword strike, which came faster than the sound, caused my arm to fall off.
Bam!
The feeling of looking down at my arm on the ground was truly surreal.
This was especially true since he had never been hurt by anyone since becoming the Apostle of Stinginess.
Is that why?
Even though excruciating pain was rising from my shoulder blade, where blood was gushing out, I couldn’t even scream out in pain.
‘Die.’
Death, which was right before his eyes, suffocated him and made it impossible for him to open his mouth.
‘Die.’
Even though he acted so boldly, he was not prepared to risk death.
I was confident that with my abilities, I would be able to return alive no matter where I fell.
Even if I use all my strength and fall, I believe that I will be able to quickly recover my original strength with Chris’s support.
Instead of screaming in pain, Ayush prayed to the god of death before his eyes.
“Please, save me.”
Then the messenger answered.
“Then kneel down, you punk.”
thud!
So I knelt down right away.
* * *
Unlike the previous process, the ending was concluded disappointingly easily.
“Please, save me.”
“… … .”
I’m confused.
I just lost an arm, and now you want me to live?
To be a little more honest, I felt sorry,
I’m starting to understand how to use this flow now, but let me dig in a little further.
I snapped at the guy in a curt voice, feeling sorry.
“Then kneel down, you punk.”
The guy, whose will was completely broken, knelt down as if he had been waiting.
And then the guy looks up at me as if to ask what I should do next.
Come to think of it, there’s still more to receive.
“You asked me to save you?”
Nod nod!
A guy who nods his head while the saggy skin under his chin ripples.
“Yeah.”
I have to give it to you to live.
But it’s a bit of a shame to just send it off like this.
“Leave that aside instead.”
“What, what…?”
He continued talking while patting his stomach with his foot at the guy who asked him questions in a puzzled tone.
“That thing in your stomach, that thing.”
I can’t let go of the power that came to me on my own two feet.
The restriction that had been placed on the greedy guy who had been drooling for a while was lifted.
“Eat.”
Shaaah!
The sharp black teeth of greed rush in as if they had been waiting, biting into the guy’s stomach, or more precisely, the power sleeping inside it.
Crunch!
The power that comes out through the teeth, with an eerie, resonating sound.
“… … Huh?”
Only then did Ayush realize the situation and belatedly try to draw the power back into him.
“Ah, no-!!”
“Okay.”
It’s late.
Gulp-!
The wide-open mouth of greed swallows up the ever-whirling power whole.
And then, shortly thereafter, he spits out the dregs.
Phew!
All kinds of debris falling to the floor.
Greed, which had already suffered once, had taken away all the power and vomited out all the energy that had been dormant within it.
Phew!
Phew!
After expelling all the turbid energy several times, the core of pure power passes through the long body and reaches the body.
The power that arrived like that was immediately taken away by Gula.
In order to embody the power, it will take time to persuade the goddess, just like last time.
I’m already worried.
At first glance, it seems that the relationship between greed and stinginess is much worse than anger, so I wonder if I can appease her.
“… I don’t know.”
I’ll think about it calmly later when I have time.
After sorting out the situation, he gestures to the Paladins surrounding him.
The Paladins, who understood the meaning and ran to restrain Ayush, who was sitting there with a bewildered expression.
It was just as the Paladins were leaving to put the guy in prison.
“Mr. Dojin!”
The saint ran from a distance and hugged me… .
“Are you okay? Where are you hurt?”
…he stopped and started to pound his heels while examining every part of my body.
A hug would’ve been better than a heel, but ugh.
As I lift her up slightly to hug her, then carefully lower my limp arms, she whispers softly.
“I’m sorry, Dojin. There are a lot of people watching right now… , I’ll hug you later♥”
“Ahem.”
Got caught.
Applause and cheering can be heard all around.
Clap clap clap clap!
Whee!
People who passionately repeat the same words over and over again.
The saint waved her hand lightly at them, then secretly took my hand and shook it in return.
“People are chanting Dojin’s name passionately.”
“Oh, really?”
I don’t think you’ve heard my name.
I feel a faint heat from her hand touching me.
“… They say we look good together?”
“Uh, um.”
“They say that Mr. Dojin looks like a warrior fit for a saint?”
“It’s so noisy, how can you hear it… .”
“Oh my, they say it would be okay for Dojin to take me with him!”
“… … .”
I don’t know, me either.
Is that really what you’re hearing?
Or maybe he’s doing that on purpose to appeal to me.
“If we stay too long, it will be harder to clean up, so let’s go now.”
A saint who leads people by linking arms with the hand she was holding.
As we move forward following her lead, sharp gazes are directed at us from behind.
“… … .”
Let’s ignore it for now.
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The chaos in the city center was resolved faster than expected.
The damage was not small.
A building housing more than fifteen restaurants collapsed due to Ayush’s appetite, and dozens of buildings were destroyed in battles with hunters who arrived one after another to subdue him.
Even in terms of financial damage alone, it is a loss that could easily amount to hundreds of billions of won.
But this was only a drop in the bucket.
The biggest casualties were people.
Dozens of people were killed and hundreds more were taken to hospital with minor and major injuries.
In addition, dozens of police officers, B-class hunters, and several A-class hunters disappeared into his mouth without a trace.
Their value is so enormous that it is difficult to measure it in monetary terms.
But do you know what’s still surprising?
“… I’m glad it ended like this.”
“That’s right.”
As she and I said, we should be thankful that the incident was contained with only this much damage.
It was a matter of dealing with the apostles.
Although the deviations are different, the potential of an apostle is enough to blow up a city.
What if Ayush had chosen to fight to the death?
Perhaps it would have ended in a catastrophic event, with the Italian capital wiped off the map.
Considering the worst case scenario, the damage is certainly minimal.
But whether it’s one person or ten, the weight of death is infinitely heavier.
She gave instructions to her personal maid.
“Please tell them that we will take full responsibility for the memorial service for these victims. We will do our best to honor the heroes who saved the city.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Most Italians are devout followers of the Vatican Orthodox Church.
A memorial service hosted by the saint would be the best way to appease the souls of the victims who gave their lives to protect the city.
“This concludes the discussion that needs to be had right now.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“What? It’s something I have to do.”
We lean back on the soft back of the sofa, exchanging compliments on our hard work.
“Sigh.”
As if in a good mood, her short breath slightly ripples the veil.
As I was looking at this, a question suddenly occurred to me.
The eye of perfusion.
With this newfound power, wouldn’t it be possible to see through that veil of unknown origin?
It was a time when I tried to express my characteristics while enduring pain due to my soaring curiosity.
dripping!
Someone knocked on the door with an urgent movement.
“Come in.”
A saint who sits up straight and invites the person through the door.
The dedicated maid who had just left following her instructions opens the door and comes in, bowing her head.
“Sorry for the break, Your Majesty.”
“It’s okay. But what’s going on?”
“Bar, I just heard the news… .”
She took a deep breath and carefully opened her mouth with a darkened expression.
“Someone is said to have intruded into the forbidden area while the saint and the paladins were out on their mission.”
“… What did you say?”
Forbidden area.
It literally means a place where entry is prohibited to everyone.
The only people allowed to enter here are the Pope, the saints, and those given permission by them.
There are books and objects that the Vatican Orthodox Church holds dear.
And one person.
The saint and I thought of him at the same time.
“… Francis!”
I realized it belatedly as I watched the dedicated maid tightly shutting her eyes and avoiding our gaze.
That’s exactly what Chris Emir was aiming for when he threw away the stingy apostle.
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