Booung-
John’s body came to mind.
Because of the sudden shock applied to the back. He couldn’t help but be embarrassed by his flight.
“Uhh- what?!”
Johan flew away, struggling with his limbs. And to my dismay, Philbo was no less.
“What!”
He was holding a wooden sword filled with strength.
Pilbo was once taken aback by Yohan’s momentum rising defenselessly in front of him, once again by the direction he was facing, and again by Miri’s pose in the back kick motion.
More than anything, I felt a sense of déjà vu from the bizarre posture of Miri, who was supporting herself with her broken instep on the ground.
It wasn’t even that old memory.
‘Green Chop?!’
Feeling as if the specter had been resurrected, Pilbo stopped thinking. Thanks to that, he couldn’t escape the flying John. Pilbo had to roll nicely with Yohan who hugged him with a ‘puck’ sound.
Falling down, he was annoyed.
“Get out of the way!”
Pilbo threw Yohan, who was using his chest as a cushion, roughly. After rolling around in the dust, John stood up, only then did he realize what had happened.
pre-inheritor.
She was retracting her outstretched leg. With a sense of leisure, as if giving perfection to one’s movements.
Her fingers, bent in different directions, wriggled as if they were playing something in the air, and under her head, which seemed to be twisted randomly, her hair draped like tangled brush tips.
That sight made even Bastia, who was trying to stand back and watch, unwittingly take a guarded posture. The three men spoke almost simultaneously.
“Miss Miri?”
“What is it, bitch!”
“already… ?”
The actions that undead monsters would take were being performed by humans.
Her eyes, which moved independently, kept three men at a distance in her field of vision, and her jaw, which seemed to be twisted, made a continuous bone sound.
Seeing Miri like that, John’s eyes became bloodshot. It felt like the image of Jeong Mi-ri that remained in her memory had been destroyed by someone.
‘I have to think calmly.’
John caught his breath and read her system log.
[Name: Miri Inheritor]
[Class Rating: Protagonist]
[Strength: 5, Dexterity 6, Sense 6, Health 5, Charisma 5, Wisdom 4]
[Physique 4Lv: Master of martial arts that does not handle weapons. He is well versed in the movements of the human body, so he is skillful in standard responses and irregular utilization.]
[Flexibility 4Lv: The body is flexible.]
[Acrobatics Lv. 4: You can perform stage movements of high difficulty.]
[Sense of Balance 3Lv: Receives a bonus on success judgments for tasks that require body balance.]
[Lip Reading Lv 2: You can read what the other person is saying just by looking at the movement of the lips]
[Guts Lv. 6: I have the mental strength and determination to persevere in what I have decided to do. Unless there is a major change, such as a change in values, I will never bend my will.]
Her background and personality are melted into her skills. Perhaps the skill [Lip Reading] was created because of the background of being a rebel who had to work in the shadows.
Among the three stiff men, Bastia was the first to speak.
“Hey, Frodoga’s swordsman… By any chance, are you the one who made that dancer like that?”
“Why are you asking?”
“If you do, I will destroy you right now.”
Philbo laughed bitterly. He, too, was aware of Bastia’s strange circumstance with women. A man who displays his chivalry in front of all women, young and old. There was a sense of humiliation, but Pilbo thought it would be difficult to increase the number of enemies first.
“not… Do you have any guesses?”
Anyway, Bastia is also a man who has reached the end of the sword. He too could feel the energy rising from her. And this was an unbelievable situation. He had met her before, and it’s impossible for him to explode his ki like that in such a short amount of time.
“I do not know.”
However, only John, the only one among the three, was able to accurately look into her condition. Because of the content added from the existing log.
John groaned.
‘Have you become a wizard?’
I couldn’t think otherwise. Because the magic name was listed in the system log.
With a sigh, John read the first skill.
[Special magic: Red thread that binds and inherits (Lv. 1)]
[Reserves magical succession for one designated person. When the user of this magic dies, the soul remains in the room for two days. The successor will be in a state where he can basically implement the successor’s magic.]
“Grrr-”
A sound like a beast’s howling escaped Miri’s lips. From within her body, with a crackling sound, the limbs subtly twisted and repositioned. As if reshaping the bones of the human body.
John continued reading the system logs.
[Enhancement Magic: The White Thread that Controls Me (Lv 1)]
[The human body is controlled by manipulating a special thread. This thread is a compilation of martial arts handed down from the ancestors of barbarians.]
[User Guide: This character inherited the qualities of a wizard from ‘Grinchoff’ through ‘Eating Inheritance’. If you can endure the pain caused by Sil’s body modification, this character will be able to perform movements beyond common sense.]
Subsequently, Yohan was able to immediately check what the ‘movements beyond common sense’ written in the [User’s Guide] were.
Dig-!
Just like the hind legs of insects such as crickets and moths, Miri’s legs bent and straightened in reverse. This made a leap of terrifying speed, and at the end of the leap was the escort warrior of the Frodo family.
“Oops!”
Pilbo rallied reflexively to keep his spirits up. If he hadn’t had the experience of dealing with Grinchoff, even briefly, he wouldn’t have been able to react properly to his foreign appearance.
Puyric-
Her body turned like a top. Then her leg came back like a whip and reached straight into Pilbo’s chin.
And Philbo had no intention of avoiding it.
‘Something like a kick-‘
Rather, he carefully aimed at Miri’s toe and gripped his sword tightly.
‘Just intercept before reaching it!’
Pilbo thrusts his sword with conviction. There is a limit to the anomaly in motion that has already entered rotation. But when his wooden sword struck her in the shin, another thing he didn’t expect happened.
“What?!”
Miri’s shinbone was broken upside down. As if someone had another joint there.
Miri’s kick, which was bent in the direction of the sword, felt familiar to Pilbo.
It is similar to the principle that destroyed Bastia’s ‘weapon destruction’.
Pilbo’s body tilted as if he had been sucked into the sword. One step, as his foot came out in the direction of the sword, the senses of a gladiator who had gone through countless sword fights prophesied to him.
that you will lose
And so it was.
Fuck!
Miri’s other foot came back and kicked Pilbo in the stomach. Her kick, which distorted the armor and burrowed in, mercilessly blew the giant man away.
Heck, Pilbo coughed up blood, and at the same time, a thump hit the back of his head.
It was a wall.
Pilbo’s body leaned against the wall and collapsed. Miri looked at her with a twisted gaze. Then he opened his twisted mouth.
“Neoeogaa, how did Uuri do Ongjiyid, how did you do it?”
Rather than human words, it sounded like a voice made by blowing air through a hole. Miri did not lose her rage even in the hellish pain that occurred in every part of her body. Pilbo’s guts seem to have burst, and instead of answering, he’s spouting froth of blood.
“I’m going to go to the middle of the day, and I’m sorry!”
Miri shouted and held out her palm at the same time. With a fishy sound, a thread pierced her palm and protruded.
whirririric-
Her thread, which stretched rapidly, wrapped itself around the defenseless Pilbo’s neck. Then she jumped up on Pilbo, stomped on his shoulder and neck, and leapt vertically.
It was a huge leap indeed.
The walls of the Academy are 3 meters high.
Miri’s body soared above it. Standing on the wall with a light landing, she looked towards the entrance of the parade ground in the distance.
In the place where the children escaped, people are still hanging on poles. All dead, all known. Red liquid flowed down Miri’s bloodied eyes.
I had to kill Philbo.
with the same appearance as them.
The thread that had been wrapped around Pilbo’s neck entangled around his body like ivy, wrapping around his limbs. Eventually, the moment the thread became taut again, Pilbo could no longer sit still.
His arms were wide open and his legs stretched out. Miri’s thread, pulled taut, began to lift her heavy body.
“Turn it off!”
The wall rubbed against the armor and made an unpleasant sound. Pilbo’s face flushed red as he choked on the string. Gravity’s next gift to him was to break his neck.
hot-
The chin was tilted.
A mixture of saliva and blood flowed out of his mouth. Bastia’s values did not include the sentence ‘interfering with women’, and Yohan was lost in thought.
It was a moment that required a sober judgment.
The situation in which Philbo dies is difficult. have already experienced That escort warrior is the jackal’s shield. Preventing the assassination of Mubartrigger, the bastard of the Frodo family who is trying to kill the Jackal.
However, interfering with Miri’s work while protecting Pilbo might decrease his affinity for her.
As Escomin had already given a hint, Yohan decided to clear all the love events in the game.
In addition, as John predicted, there would be a man who would be a clear variable here.
Crunchy- Crunchy-
Miri pulled him up tenaciously. Conversely, using his bent elbow as the axis of the lever.
Miri wanted Pilbo to look at the scene she was looking at. you die like that Just as you killed my comrades, I will kill you.
“ugh… Ugh!”
Pilbo’s moan escaped.
The period in which humans can remain conscious without breathing is not very long. Pilbo wriggled, bound by a thread. He couldn’t bear the fact that he was going to die soon because of that girl.
And then it was revealed.
The variable that Yohan had already anticipated.
“Untie the thread, Miri.”
Pilbo felt familiar in the muffled sound. The owner of that voice was also the one who ordered Miri to be killed, and it was also the reason why there were no sentries here.
“do… Bleeding… .”
A jackal walked out of the watchtower on the top of the castle wall.
With a patrol plaque tied around his neck and a loaded crossbow in his hand.
The distance is 5 meters.
Jackal was not overconfident in his marksmanship. In addition, one arm is in a cast.
So instead of aiming at Miri’s head, he aimed at her torso.
“Untie that thread!”
Miri still clutched the thread, turning her head to look at the jackal. And the answer the jackal wanted didn’t come out of her mouth.
“Shoot me.”
The jackal’s face contorted.