161 – A true member of Harasin before being a member of Paraden
Before- no.
A warlock behind it.
Hara in the ear.
Maghan was almost distraught.
‘This f*cking world… What the hell have I done, are you doing this to me?’
Did they say that things that fall have wings?
Because he felt hopeless because he thought he had received support from his colleagues, he was denied that hope and felt complete despair.
Procrastinating.
Procrastinating.
“Uh heh heh, yes f*ck. Come in. Come in you bastard!!!”
Margun let out a laugh as if she had gone mad at the unpleasant feeling right below her.
“You fell behind. Don’t you know that her ass gets horny when she laughs after she cries? Let’s go together, you bastard.”
-You. Right foot tripped out of the way.
“Yes f*ck. Come in too Just come in! Warlocks and Assassins are just like that. It’s good, these bastards. Did you make any promises? What the f*ck, like newlyweds moving in to my body- hehehehe… “
-I will help you return to where you belong.
“Yes, yes. Help out. Where I should be… Ok? What?”
As if a screw had been loosened, Magan’s expression and focus lost, regained its shape.
What the assassin just said was interpreted as meaning that he would help.
Of course.
I know how Harasin approaches outsiders.
If you take refuge in Hara, he urges you to slaughter precious people in order to give him strength. That was the way Harassin assassin madmen approached outsiders.
Magan had no intention of killing innocent people to save his own life.
Especially if that person is important to you.
The reason why I still listen to the words of the Assassin Harasin.
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‘If you do well… ?’
I was hoping that maybe I could use them.
‘They are interested in me.’
The Harasin guys approached him in a desperate state in order to appease himself, an intermediate member of Paraden. That was Magan’s judgment.
Therefore-
For now, I pretend to be seduced by them.
What if they save you like that?
I’m going to hit them in the back and get out.
Of course, there was a high possibility that things might not go as planned, but-
It was definitely better than dying quietly.
Isn’t the phrase that you have to pay for your money to be used at times like this?
“I promise to help you get back to where you belong… ? What does that mean… ?”
Having made up his mind, Magan took action.
He created the image of Paraden’s crew shaking in the face of death.
Ever since then, the body boasted a 100% success rate in infiltration missions until it was taken away by the hounds.
I was confident in acting.
-If you want. I will lend you the strength to break free from the restraints of the left that try to pull you off the right path.
‘Orn? Left? What is this bastard talking about?’
Magan worked hard to interpret the assassin’s meaningful words.
‘Oda… wrong… Dogs? Is it that the left side is the enemy and the right side is the ally?’
What. It was good anyway.
It’s Harasin’s right eye, right foot, left foot, and f*cking.
I wasn’t interested.
He has already said what he wants.
I will lend you my strength.
Margan focused on the words.
Gulp.
Margun swallowed. He was acting, but there was also a hint of sincerity in it.
-You mean lend me your strength to get away from these warlocks?
She began to speak in a lower tone, fearing that the warlock might be spying on her and listening again.
-If that’s what you want.
-… Do you know who i am
-It doesn’t matter who you are. Harasin’s right eye turned towards you. Because you were just the right foot walking on the right path.
‘f*ck. What the hell are you talking about?’
-You’re the great 13th member of the great Paraden.
-Heh, I knew that. Then, did you know that I was a member of Paraden, but knew that I would fall for Harasin’s words?
It was Magan who expected such a flow.
Took.
“Ke-aaa! Hey asshole, we’re having a conversation, get lost!!!”
In an instant, Magan’s mind went white as he felt the touch of the tentacles that were almost close to the gate to hell.
He threw everything aside and exclaimed desperately.
– So! What! What are the conditions for lending power!
-Us. Become a true member of Harasin.
‘What’s true, f*ck!? Then, what kind of false Harasin is there!?’
Actually, it didn’t matter. He was a real Harasin and a false Harasin, and he really had no intention of becoming one of them.
I’m just using it to get out of this situation.
– f*ck! So what am I supposed to do!
How to take refuge in God Hara.
To kill all the people you care about.
Margun was planning on pretending to reluctantly agree to the next assassin’s offer.
It was a promise that could be overturned as long as we avoided this situation.
If there’s one thing that bothers me.
It was Harasin’s forbidden.
Generally, Harasin imposes an absolutely effective ban on his assassins, and exerts strong force on their actions.
If that ban is put on hold, he will have no choice but to keep his promise to God Hara-
‘It’s okay.’
Magan put aside such anxiety.
When the mark was activated, Mageon could feel the opponent.
He was a long way from here.
Forbidding the use of force against oneself, a 7-star ability in this city-
It was impossible even with Harasin’s eight arms.
Magan organized his thoughts and made up his mind.
-Recognize that you are a true member of Harasin before you are a member of Paraden. And declare
“What?”
Even though it was difficult to resolve, the condition the assassin demanded was absurdly simple.
Just admitting and declaring that you are a member of Harasin-
It was different from what Magan knew.
Those who take refuge in Harasin must, without exception, kill all the people they love to prove their innocence.
If it wasn’t for that, it would have been a pile of Paraden members who had already infiltrated Harashin.
‘Something is strange-‘
It was only then that Magan became interested in the words the assassin used to modify Harasin.
True.
The true Harassin.
‘Are they different from Harasin? ?’
Magan was in deep anguish.
Procrastinating.
If it weren’t for his tentacles, he would have been in a long agony.
The tentacles knocked on the gates of hell.
Magan felt the hairs all over his body stand up and reflexively shouted.
“Before I am a member of Paraden, I am a true member of Harasin!”
The torrent of emotions sometimes preys on other emotions and thoughts and deceives itself.
A question about the true Harasin group.
The intense shock felt by the tentacles and the desperate desire to escape from them.
It all came together – a chaos that swallowed Magan’s emotions and thoughts.
Results.
His words were brief, but sincere.
It was sincerity that would have no meaning if it was normal.
Nothing will change because of that moment of sincerity.
But it was a little different now.
[Achievement conditions achieved!]
[Achievement: Revealing the Dawn]
[Recruit 10 [Attitude: Good] [7-Star talent] To the guild.]
＞Magan, the 13th member of Paraden, has joined the guild ‘True Harasin’.
[4/10]
-Good.
I heard the assassin’s satisfied voice.
Moment. Margun felt that her existence was bound to somewhere.
“What, what is this… !”
-Oh~ baby. Were you with them?
Just when Margun was panicking, she heard goosebumps and retching from her tentacles, and a strained sphincter.
‘Damn, did you hear that!?’
Magan was nervous that the warlock would take action.
-The identity of Paraden’s crew is actually Harasin’s true nephew. How. How. Is this a huge confession?
“What…?”
But instead of taking action, the warlock listened to Magan’s story.
And I have shown great interest in the name of the true Harasin.
– By any chance, is Paraden itself related to the true Harasin?
-Yes. It could be. There’s no way those guys suddenly fell from the sky.
A tone that seems to know about the true god Hara.
And the accident proceeds under the premise that Magun and the true Harasin have been connected for a long time.
-That he is a true member of Harasin. Do your co-workers know?
And an attitude that seemed as if he would spread the word to the neighborhood right now that Margun is a true member of Harasin.
“No, wait-!”
It was as if he could see a fire of misunderstanding burning in his eyes that was too great for him to handle.
What’s going on?
– By the way, darling. A true member of Harasin.
-Maybe you want to know a little more about me?
-I’ll be back soon after finishing my work here, then-
At that time, the movement of the tentacle, which had been talking as it pleased, suddenly stopped.
A mark engraved on Magan’s body. The power that had been condensed within it was released.
It was only a small amount, but the power of denial that was thicker than blood and jet black wrapped around his body.
Procrastinate!
Procrastinate!
The tentacles touching Margun’s body writhe as if writhing in pain, then lose their shape and collapse.
The blood that made up the tentacles splattered on the floor, and the darkness dissipated.
Moreover, the spell that sealed Mageon’s power also cracked.
Magan didn’t miss the opportunity and destroyed the spell to regain his strength and freedom.
Even so, he was bewildered.
“What is this-“
He looked around.
A dark and smelly dungeon.
Nothing has changed.
Then is it really the assassin’s work?
Can you neutralize the seal and familiars of an 8-star warlock so easily?
In a place so far away, with the small amount of power contained within the mark?
At best, Magan, who thought he would send his allies to help him escape, fell into extreme confusion.
Who could do such nonsense?
Harassin’s Eight Arms?
Or-
“You must be crazy…?”
Obviously.
A man miraculously survived the most horrific suffering and death imaginable.
But why?
I wasn’t happy, I was just confused.
“No, what the hell are the real Harasin doing-“
Margan felt that even if something was wrong with her, it was going wrong.
***
The deepest part of District 4 where Raya and the others arrived after chasing the trail-
Arien A complex of abandoned buildings in the outskirts where public security is completely out of reach.
There was a presence there to take a seat first and greet them.
He.
He was wearing high-heeled shoes and standing in a crooked posture emphasizing his pelvis.
The tight-fitting suit revealed the outline of the body that was about to burst.
The hands that were slightly raised forward seemed to show off their well-manicured nails.
Including her long hair, all areas where color could be applied to her body were covered in a dark red color that seemed sticky.
At first glance, it could be mistaken for a woman because of the neutral and beautiful appearance, but-
Including his strong chest- the thick and magnificent skeleton that women cannot have, it was clear that he was a man.
“It was you.”
The moment Raya saw him, she frowned.
The thick smell of blood stung his nose.
It wasn’t just because of the dark red dye that was applied all over his body.
Maybe.
He may be the one who slaughtered the largest number of civilians with his own body.
The mastermind behind the spring drought incident in which all thousands of citizens living in the city were found withered.
A monster who has lived a life of using human blood instead of water for over ten years.
The bishop of the Black Root Church, a cult that serves the demon king.
“Vidad the Red Leech.”
Paraden sets the risk level of beings that can be a threat to the continent in nine levels.
Vidad was given the second highest grade, red.
It meant that he was a wicked man who could destroy a city with his own strength, and would gladly do so given the circumstances.
“Vidad…”
“That’s-“
The moment I heard the name that was notorious across the continent. Raya and the others showed different reactions.
Dugan nobly covered his mouth with his hand, as if he was offended by the smell of blood oozing from him.
Meloin glared at him with cold eyes that didn’t contain any emotion, as if he didn’t even deserve contempt.
Sinia said “Could that be all blood~?” I put anticipation in the rustling eyes.
Ledar observed him with four hundred eyes and let out an exclamation containing various meanings, “Yeah-“.
And.
They revealed the tension they couldn’t hide.
Heroes who always overpowered others with their names became the opposite.
“Oh, my God. What is this?”
Of course, Vidad wasn’t calm either.
He looked at Raya and the others and sneered at them, saying they were dumbfounded.
“In omnipotence, in frost breath, in iron walls, even in heaven?”
Vidad looked genuinely embarrassed.
How long has it been since the kidnapping of Paraden members, that a rescue team with such a composition was formed and immediately embarked on a mission?
Vidad estimated how high the value of that life would have to be to make that possible.
“Could the guy I bring be a hidden member of the Great Council…?”
Let’s just save one mid-level member of Paraden – young heroes who are famous for their bloated egos as well as their talents.
Vidad couldn’t understand the situation at all.
“…!”
At that time. Vidard has reached one possibility.
A group that has recently become aware of its existence through information obtained by the Black Root Church through a specific route.
The true Harassin.
The Paraden crew kidnapped by Vidard clearly said.
He said that he was a true member of God Hara before he was a member of the Faraden.
“Could it be that they also belong to the true God Hara? So, he came to save him as a true friend of God Hara?”
“…?”
Harassin?
What kind of bullsh*t is this all of a sudden?
Raya and Dugan passed Vidad’s words moderately over their ears.
But the three of them, Meloin, Cynia, and Ledar, were different.
‘A true member of God Hara like him? Could it be – Mageon too?’
I can’t believe its influence reached even inside Paraden!
The three realized how great the influence of ‘him’ was.
Also.
What a huge group the true Harasin are.
“…!”
How did you interpret the reactions of those three people?
Vidad was shocked to see them.
The Almighty Eye of the Rebringer Family.
The frost breath of the Han family.
The iron walls of Ain Academy.
‘Isn’t the true God Hara exerting influence over the great family and Ain Academy as well as Paraden!?’
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Bidid thought.
The recent deaths of Harassin’s high-ranking assassins.
And the death of the incarnation of the gluttony that the Black Roots hid in the dungeon.
Maybe- it might all be the work of the true Harasin.
‘No, it’s impossible…!’
To do all of that in such a short period of time.
Great family, Paraden, Ain Academy, Adventurer’s Guild, and high-ranking nobles.
No group on the continent had been able to do it, and it was something that could not be done.
One in a while.
Is all of that really the work of the true Harasin?
“…”
This moment.
In the world of Vidad, a new group with a gigantic scale that surpasses the great family and Paraden has appeared.
A group that has eyes, ears, and swords all over the continent and will use them to drive out the darkness.
Bird, Bishop of the Black Root Church, felt an unprecedented crisis.