Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 298

Episode 298: Evidence (3)

“…I tell you in advance that from now on, I will not save anyone who falls behind.”

The warrior suddenly thought as he climbed on Frederick’s back.

Will you be fighting again this time? Am I throwing myself away to save someone again?

“So, devotees. “Take care of your own body.”

…even though all your devotion goes unrewarded?

“going.”

In essence, devotion is not about expecting something in return. I know that. There were times when you had to make sacrifices just because it was right. As it is now and as it will be in the future.

Heehee!

“God…”

But yet…

“Your servant is here.”

She thought of an empty prison. 『 .』 Is it okay for such unrequited devotion to exist in the world?

“Please give those who sacrifice their due honor.”

She muttered softly atop a galloping horse.

2 hours to reach Munmund. I hope that the city will not collapse during those two hours. I hope that as many people as possible can reach out and be in a position to save it.

“Please give courage to those who do not give up.”

Also, may the God of this land not abandon them. Please don’t ignore us. All beings on this earth, your little children, your faithful servants.

“Please show clear hope to those who want to save someone.”

One poor person.

“Please… emphasize that there is some value in devotion.”

please.

* * *

“Why do I give up?”

I listened to the advice whispered in my ear and strengthened my hand holding the ratel.

“Why did I stay here and now I have to give up?”

Snapping. What could not be called a sword hilt was rubbing against my palm.

“Or did the production crew make it a point that they couldn’t catch that pig before they died? “Have you nailed it?”

[well. I guess God didn’t decide that because I was crazy.]

“Then that’s it.”

At the same time, magic energy was pushed into it. The white mucus that seeps through the gaps between Behemoth’s eyelids no longer stings the eyeballs.

“Catch all gamers unless they are made so that you can’t catch them.”

Instead, it filled the entire gap between the eyeball and the skin. Behemoth shook his head as if he was annoyed, but it meant nothing. Both Ratel and I, who are firmly attached to Ratel, can’t move away with little more than a nod.

“So you can catch him too.”

Suddenly!

The cockroach that crawled all the way here was decapitated by the amber sword. Ratel, which seemed to expand endlessly, no longer feels like it is expanding as it has filled the empty space inside. At first glance, it seemed like half of my eyeballs were covered.

[This is…]

Then, all that remains is to inject demonic energy into Ratel and create fire with it.

I remembered what the devil said, that when you get angry, flames will naturally come out. I happened to be full of the emotions that burn demonic energy, so it wasn’t a problem.

[It’s unpleasant.]

The poison that could not be released from the child, but could not be stored up forever, flowed like tears and became as heavy as lava. The feeling of being overcome by evil is a layer overlaid on its borders.

[It took me a hundred years to control the fire.]

The fire slowly began to spread inside the Behemoth’s eyelids. The cold seeps in and burns in an instant, and slowly begins to warm the moisture that forms the eyeballs that are in contact with each other.

“If you don’t get bitten right away, I’ll roast your entire eyeball.”

Kueeeeee!!!

Unable to bear the pain, the eye crawled up, raised its eyelids, and screamed wildly.

“Did you hear that, you damn pig? “Get bitten by bugs right now!!”

But is it really pitiful? So who releases bugs and kills people? Who told me to kill someone in front of me? Who told you that you were so hard that you could only use this method?

“bug! “Put it away!!!”

I glared at the eyeballs, which were covered in rattel and looked white. Objectively, the damage it did directly to me was insignificant, and its hardness wasn’t its fault, but I didn’t really know.

He’s one of humanity’s main enemies that needs to be killed, and I needed a place to vent. That was all that mattered.

[There’s no way that bastard understands what I’m saying.]

Of course, in the end, this guy isn’t the main cause of my anger, so the anger I’m releasing now won’t make me feel better in the end.

But it was still good. It didn’t matter if everything wasn’t brushed off.

If we take out one shovelful at a time, this sediment will eventually run out.

bang!

While I was squeezing the Behemoth’s eyeballs as an object of anger, the Behemoth tried to slam its head into the ground. It seemed like he was trying to make me fall by rubbing my head because he couldn’t hit where I was with his short, thick legs.

bang!

However, there is one thing he failed to consider. Behemoth had a head with tusks protruding further than its forehead.

bang!

The tusks, which always hit the ground before their heads, broke part of the ground and caused a numbing vibration. Every time, the hem of my clothes and hair started shaking one by one.

[Adjust the transparency of the ratel. You don’t have to keep drilling the part you drilled earlier.]

“…What on earth is this made of?”

What on earth is it made from that allows transparency to be adjusted? I asked in a quiet voice. The devil floating near me suddenly answered.

[My ribs and magic.]

“It’s gross.”

Good luck!

It’s gross, but it’s very functional. I swallowed my physiological discomfort towards Ratel and increased its transparency. Then the giant eyes of Behemoth appeared. [Over there.] The place where he was stabbed was right nearby.

widely! My body flew as if it were flying and I held on to the pumpkin sword tightly. If I tried to stab him, he would roll his eyes, so the stabbing had to be a surprise attack.

In an instant, the ratel that covered the scratch was removed and the amber blade was plunged into it.

Sigh!

Finally, several membranes under the sclera were pierced. The glass body, as hard as frozen pork belly, welcomed my sword.

[…I’m quite good at handling the ratel.]

I continued to thrust the sword in, while extending part of the ratel like a tentacle and using it to hold onto my body. My eyeballs did not support me like the ground, but rather existed like a wall, so I had no choice but to avoid falling.

Suddenly! Even at this moment, the attacking cockroach is cut into three pieces by a randomly drawn dagger and falls.

GOOOOOOOOOO!!!

While I was cutting down a few cockroaches, the animal with the pierced eye raised its front paw and slammed it straight into the ground. Quaaaang! My bare cheeks were trembling and the hem of my clothes was fluttering wildly. There was no bungee jumping.

Couuuuuuuuuck!

But the bigger problem was the castle wall. The moment a shock wave equivalent to an earthquake swept through the land, the walls collapsed once again and various roars were heard from the city. The sound of human screams was a bonus.

Thump thump thump.

But misfortune does not come alone. The Behemoth main body even began rushing towards the city. The effort to lure them away from the city suddenly became meaningless.

Damn it. I was filled with anger towards enemies that were difficult to catch and frustration towards the overwhelming reality.

“Hey, this is robbery.”

[I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but if this was harder than the Behemoth, you wouldn’t have released the protective cocoon in the first place, right? And if it breaks, it will cost a lot of energy to repair it, so don’t try it if you can.]

…Then it’s useless. I canceled my plan to spread out the ratel and build it as a wall. A broken wall is meaningless.

“What about elasticity?”

[Not very good.]

If the elasticity is not good, it will be difficult to spread it like a net and slow it down. I bit my lip as I looked at the short distance left.

“Is the difference in strength so great that it shatters the moment it touches the charge?”

[…well. I’ve never tested anything like that.]

“You’re not helpful.”

[That’s too much.]

It’s not even made from my ribs. Why don’t you just make a wall with the intention of destroying Ratel? I continued to roll my head, making one of the Behemoth’s eyes look well done. Nothing in particular came to mind.

Deprived of the ability to cut and crush something at once, I was a person who could not do anything.

“Oh God.”

okay. I am a person who can kill and eliminate enemies, but I am not suited to protecting anyone.

“I am here, so build a wall against evil.”

Unlike the red-haired young man standing over there.

* * *

Quang!

It was like some kind of thorn. It was clearly a thorn that surrounded the castle wall but protruded to one point and was pointed.

Gooooooo!

At the same time it was a wall.

The monster Eric Sikton, who was running with the intention of crushing the city, was blocked by a thin and thick wall and whipped his head around. The part connecting its thick neck and legs has golden thorns dug into it.

“Cough.”

How can someone who stands alone against this overwhelming mass not vomit blood?

To put it another way, that was all. The person who single-handedly stopped a monster the size of a large village raised his head after spitting out blood.

The expanded vessel helped with this by repeatedly breaking, breaking, and rolling. Red hair swayed gently in the wind.

“And he said, This is now a sanctuary.”

The thorns that dug into the flesh of the giant beast quietly began to take root. All of the divine power that formed the wall pooled and took root, as if trying to penetrate into the beast’s interior.

“Evil, I will hold you accountable for trespassing on our sanctuary.”

Guuuuuu.

The plague beast howled, scattering swarms of insects. Even though Izzy was a golden animal who fell to the ground, he cried because he could understand his own death.

In order to live a little longer, Eric Sikton began to have his people eat all the raw food around him to satisfy his endless hunger.

“Kaaak!”

“Ugh!”

“…!”

The warrior frowned at that. No matter how strong she became, her hands were still so small that she could only pick one thing at a time.

“Save me…”

“I don’t want to die…”

Will you condemn evil or save the poor?

The warrior strengthened his hands holding his shield and mace as he heard sounds coming from all directions. Something had to be thrown away.

“Purify!”

Something had to be thrown away.

It was always like that for her alone.

“Do your duty!”

ah. The red-haired young man opened his mouth, teeth shining clearly even in his blurred vision.

Even though it was covered in mud and blood, it was burning white as always, embracing both the jet black symbolizing evil and the gray color that was not good.

“I kill the devil!!”

Oh, it would be better if you were standing here as pure evil.

If the felt magic energy and essence were united.

If so, would I have felt more comfortable?

* * *

I don’t know why I’m so happy to see the golden light that I never wanted to see again today. I laughed as if I was crying at the curtain that blocked the Behemoth, and then my face hardened at the face I saw through it.

“…the kid is skinny.”

Didn’t you feed the temple guys properly? Why is the child half cut? Why did my once round face become slimmer, as if I hadn’t lost any breast fat?

[You are doing that now…]

However, the situation is not yet resolved to take care of the Inquisitor’s situation.

As I watched the Behemoth retreating from the divine power, I adjusted the pumpkin knife that was half stuck in its eye and held it. The bugs on the castle walls were being quarantined in real time and people were also being healed thanks to the golden light, so there was no longer any hesitation.

I quickly drew my sword and prepared to strike again. The guy rolled his eyes trying to avoid the attack, but it was impossible to do unless he flipped 180 degrees. The sword penetrated the Behemoth’s eye to the point where it met the guard.

Bang bang! Like an angry bull, the Behemoth started shaking its whole body and then turning its body in the opposite direction. Coo coo coo coo. A huge body ran towards the desert.

[The little pig… seems like it won’t work, so he’s trying to back out.]

But his eyes are already pierced. I pushed the ratel into the eye and at the same time put my hand in as well. Inventory. The tool, which can devour everything it touches when it wants, moved the Behemoth’s vitreous body to some space and threw it behind my back.

[More than that, Grethen… I always think about it, but you’re really good at using your inventory.]

In an instant, the Behemoth’s eyes shrank. In other words, there was space inside the eye socket for me to step on.

I went in there without hesitation. The tough sclera was slippery when stepped on, and soft flesh was also visible. I wondered which of those places I should stab to reach my brain.

[…Why don’t we just stop here?]

However, as I was putting more power into Ratel, assessing the amount of magical energy remaining and the location of my brain, the devil quietly asked.

“why.”

[The original goal was to save that city from danger, not to kill Behemoth.]

“So, let’s release everything we caught?”

You yourself have clearly shown your disdain and disgust by calling bugs, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, but are you giving up now? Now that I’ve defeated jealousy and greed, I don’t think I have any intention of returning to the devil’s side.

I glanced at the devil’s face to see his true intentions. “If you want to convince, tell the truth.” A voice that was so desolate even to me swatted at the devil and passed by.

[I have to use all my remaining strength to kill this guy now. But there is a hero in that city now.]

Oh, that was just the opinion. I poured some more Maggi into the ratel. Burr. The magic energy filled to the limit vibrated Ratel.

[I’m asking just in case, Gretchen. You are not under the illusion that the hero will save you, are you? If you are thinking that way, please reconsider. You know that? Your current position makes life difficult to choose.]

The turbulence gradually became more severe.

[…Of course, if you want to die and return to the hero, then yes. I can’t help it. Poor Faust will be thrown into hell with no trace of his contract with me and no hope of salvation, but if you really want to go back.] However,

the hand that should have thrown it missed the right time.

[So what should you do, Gretchen? Are you going to kill this thing with all the strength it needs to run away?]

I glared at the vicious tongue.

The devil was definitely a devil.