Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 192

'ね.'

In an instant, Wolfen's consciousness became distant. His blood splattered and his bones shook. A piercing shock pounded his head and swept over his whole body as if even that wasn't enough.

Wolfen somehow managed to hold on with his mental strength and adjusted his posture. The distance he worked so hard to narrow has gotten farther away, but now is not the time to worry about it.

The sensation of numbness all over, as if in front of a tiger. Wolfen had experienced similar feelings. none other than in the abyss.

When confronted with a strong person who can't resist, it's similar, no matter what you do, it's as if your own personality is divided.

The difference in power makes even the will to resist meaningless.

That was also felt by the young general in front of him.

'escape… You should have hit it!'

But it's already too late. Just like when dealing with a magician, from the moment it touched the opponent's sight, resisting was the only right choice.

After regaining consciousness, Wolfen raised his arm to catch Sodo again.

Then, something flashed in my sight. Shortly thereafter, his left arm was severed.

Blood was splattering under the cloak, and the lower part of the elbow of his left arm was flying in a strange direction. Wolfen saw with his own eyes the sight of parts of his body that had abandoned him.

bang.

gunshots followed. And the pain that came much later.

“Oh, write. That's right now.”

At the end of the trajectory, a musketeer was seen aiming the gun. The gun in her hand was flashing blue flames.

“Come on, it’s a simple rule. I ask, you answer Whenever I don't answer, one of my limbs flies off. How about it, is it easy to understand even with your trashy brain?”

It wasn't gunpowder. With only the level of gunpowder, such power cannot be produced.

The limit of anti-tank pore. Putting extremely compressed pore into a bullet, exploding it at once and deflecting it.

Gunpowder is weak If so, shoot it through the qigong.

The barrel cannot withstand the impact. If so, strengthen it with qigong.

recoil is large offset by pore.

Techniques, principles, tools.

Manufactured with qigong that surpasses all that humans have created, the strongest weapon overcomes even anti-tank qigong.

Words are only guns, and in reality they are no different than spears. A spear of infinite length that shoots with the click of a finger.

but. It wasn't hopeless.

'… This is a bullet I just made. If so, that gun is empty. then.'

Last move you can take to survive. Even if you can't kill it, you have to at least inflict a wound to escape safely.

then.

Wolfen stretched out his left arm. Holding his flying left arm with his qigong, he charged with the blood splattered. He showed a creepy cross-section of the bones and muscles.

“Wow. I still have a bad stomach… .”

Wolfen lowered her posture and rushed at her with all her might as she frowned.

With his still intact right arm, he held out a sword that had been cut in half. At the same time, he secretly pulled out the dagger he had been hiding to face the strong. Black smoke spread from his whole body, and a blackened sword erupted out of the darkness.

A shadow sword for killing unsuspecting opponents at close range. One more blade hidden under the shadow of the sword, an art trained only for murder…

was crushed between the musketeer's elbow and knee.

His right arm was torn between the elbow and the knee. Not out of strength, but purely into a hand that could no longer be grasped, and a sword and a dagger flowed through the gap between his shattered fingers.

stinging pain. In contrast, the musketeer was indifferent even with a broken arm.

“Two limbs. Now there are only two legs left.”

The musketeer mumbled and tapped Wolfen's back with his pistol grip. With just a light tap, Wolfen felt the shock of his whole body being ripped apart and crashed into the ground. He felt the pain as if the earth had risen and hit him.

A group of people lightly turned Wolfen's body over. In Wolfen's field of view, lying with his arms crossed, a musketeer's face appeared as if he was looking down at a towering building and an insect.

“Are you ready to answer me now?”

A mad attitude that puts everything in the world under one's sight, which only the overwhelmingly strong can show.

Wolfen's resistance ended in vain. Feeling that everything was over, Wolfen asked, spitting up blood.

“… Cool. Why do people like you come to work in the back alleys… ?”

No matter how much you think about it, it is too much of a magnate to send only a few of the lower classes to die. A strong person like this is definitely a national force, and even moving is a plate that needs to be careful.

When Wolfen asked, the musketeer scratched his head with a gun.

“weird. I thought I was going to ask the question.”

The musketeer, who muttered, “You have to keep your promise,” gently stepped on Wolfen’s knee with a single shot. Looking at Wolfen's twisted lips, the musketeer said languidly.

“I’ll tell you just this one time, so be sure to answer my next question… . Hameln, you know?”

aldamada. Wolfen nodded his head.

military taboo. A case in which secondary school students who were about to graduate were killed.

Wolfen used it as a bait to attract the military to clean up the back alley area.

It's just a back alley. A place where people who have been abandoned from the world gather, where no one cares. If he was here, he would be able to rule like a king… Thought

After what the Musketeer said, Wolfen realized that he had misunderstood something up until now.

“Hameln. A learning garden built on a small hill. That's my alma mater. What do you think. Are you feeling a little better now?”

“… no way. You, the last graduate of Hameln… .”

“Shut up. Here is my question. It was Rancart who told you about Hameln. That motherf*cker right?”

aldamada. Wolfen nodded.

It was he who told him about Hameln.

Another of Hameln's last graduates, Colonel Rancart.

A young maniac who was the last to fall on Tantalus, yet seized the prisoners in every way.

Sometimes by force, sometimes by knowledge, sometimes by desire. The enchantress, who breathed new life into the darkly sinking Tantalus, eventually led them to escape.

Just before he escaped, he also visited Wolfen. He looked at him for a while as if contemplating how to use the Wolfen, and then said.

– Wolfen. I need a competent subordinate. a lot. If you're scared and shy… Well. I can barely take on the role of a spy for our party!

– What? You want to go back to the military? Would you give up your chance to be greater and go back to that little mouse hole?

-ha. I didn't know you were such a romantic little girl. I'll give you the power to change the world, a piece of it, but you're just a back alley boss? what the. Horses running through the plains captured the land they could not see yesterday. But I'm stuck in a rat's den and want to see the same scenery over and over again. Woowook.

– Oh, don't worry. She doesn't kill one by one just because she's disappointed. Why bother? Anyway, if someone stirs up the back alleys of the military, I'll be fine.

-Would you like to tell me a secret about the military on the way? If you talk about this, the military will go crazy and jump. It will depend on how you use it.

The red-haired wizard recalled the past. He wondered if memories existed even for a monster like him, and his eyes were looking into the distance… .

– It's Hameln, you know? A very interesting thing happened there… .

“And the second.”

The musketeer's voice pulled Wolfen out of his thoughts.

“Why did you spread the incident to the black cat? Is that also the order of Rankart or is it dogmatic?”

This time I didn't understand what it meant. Wolfen expressed his doubts.

“black… cat? The realm of the family?”

“okay.”

“What do you mean… I don't know.”

“under? Are you going to get away with it?”

quickly. A weight was placed on Wolfen's knee, as if it were on a stone. The musketeer's voice pierced his ears along with the pain of crushing the joints.

“The black cat is a gossip cover letter. They sometimes catch military corruption, so of course, the intelligence department is also looking into it. But if you write that name out loud… . What the hell? Are you just calling me?”

“that… name… I mean.”

As if not to let go, the musketeer frowned and pushed him.

“All middle school professors, Huey. I don't know what kind of wind Rancarte brought to tell me about it. If you had given me the child's name… First of all, you were playing. It's no different than asking me to kill you.”

I sympathized with the idea that he was playing, but apart from that, it was the first thing the Musketeer had ever heard. Wolfen answered with a question.

“It’s the first name I’ve ever heard.”

“What?”

“All Vaughn knew was that their death was a suicide. He cursed the army before he died. And Rancart he… It's just that it took 2nd place. More than that… Because it's up to you to write… It was made up.”

“That bastard was in third place! Other than that, it is quite true.”

Wolfen's words weren't a lie, they were sincere.

The musketeer, who heard the fact that was different from what he expected, was immersed in thought. He scratched his head with his gun, rummaged through his pockets for something, took a deep breath, and then clicked his tongue.

“Well, that’s not Rankart’s way. You have no reason to do it. Then what? Then who the hell is it?”

The Musketeer was deeply in thought, not paying any attention to the Wolfen that was under his feet. Just like Wolfen becomes a stone on the side of the road.

However, Wolfen, who was treated like a stone, felt helpless instead of angry.

'… Helpless.'

This is what Wolfen realized in the abyss.

In a world of fixed rules, any resistance is powerless.

Whether it be talent, mystery, or time. There is a wall that determines human strength, and that wall cannot be crossed. No matter how hard they try, they can't reach it, and when they're on a level they can't overcome, they don't even look down.

Someone might be able Crossing that wall and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Absolute.

However, those who are blessed that much are determined.

The rest just hit the wall and disappear.

The common sense of Tantalus was very difficult to accept for him, who reigned as a shadow during the kingdom period. Like a believer who realized the absence of a god, Wolfen fell into despair and disappointment.

The abyss was, as its name suggests, a hell into which Wolfen fell endlessly.

Then one day, when an opportunity arises to escape from the abyss.

Wolfen wanted to rule over the weak, giving up a higher place.

However, in the end, he fell into the eyes of a stronger person and was put to death.

'I made a mistake while dealing with a magician. Never, never had to face it head-on.'

Although the magician was weak, he deceived and deceived him with all kinds of tools. He had only been hit with a knife directly twice. If he had realized his prowess from the beginning and attacked with all his might… .

No, if he hadn't given up on his tactics while fighting him. Still, the results would have been similar, but at least the results would have been better… .

Something tapped in my chest. No matter how much he thought of what it was, Wolfen was just fooling around, as if he had been thrown into darkness… .

his view like that. On the roof of a building that gradually narrows towards the sky.

I showed up.

I stood on the roof railing with my cane and hat on. I couldn't see the musketeer's pensive eyes. In a place only visible to those who have fallen, I greeted them with my hat slightly raised and my staff out.

Wolfen sighed slightly.

“ah.”

They lacked skills, but one won and one lost.

I escaped successfully, but Wolfen was defeated and left at the foot of the army.

If you want to survive, you should have lived a little quietly. When he makes a fuss

Well, I'm not proud of it. I have mind reading, so it's not fair to compare them equally.

One thing is for sure though.

It was you who fell, but you were stronger than me.