Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 443

Episode 443 Declare now (16)

Gulp, gulp.

Inside the burning house, the lump of flesh ended up swallowing a person whole. Then, the lump of flesh, which only had arms and was no bigger than the upper body of an adult, swelled to about two and a half times the size.

“iced coffee.”

Also, it now has new legs as well as arms. It used its limbs to move through the fallen timber. It was like a spider with only four legs.

Grumble!

“ah.”

Of course, in the meantime, it burned, burned, and melted in the flames. It was an added bonus that each time, the flesh turned to ash and fell off. The lump of flesh that had grown began to shrink again.

Quack!

However, it eventually escaped the burning house and headed towards a deserted alley. A lump of pitch-black flesh hiding in an alley at night began to leisurely move away from the scene of the fire.

“What’s this?”

“Did you see any rats?”

“No… it’s just like slime—”

“Ah.”

And when I encountered a human hiding at the end of the alley. The lump of flesh split its body once again to create a huge mouth.

Two people ended their lives like that without a single sound escaping.

* * *

“This thing is really burned.”

Maximoyak, who had been caught in this incident while going out to the second expansion zone for a shift, put his hand on his waist as he looked at the fire scene.

As far as I could see, four houses had collapsed and three were half-burned.

“Of course, the fire broke out in the wee hours of the morning…”

“How many people died?”

The troops have already been dispersed due to chaos in the 2nd expansion zone, and a fire breaks out on Tarata Street, where fewer soldiers are deployed. Even flame is the only means of purifying demonic energy, other than divine power.

Can we really say this is a coincidence?

He listened to the soldier’s words, expressing the paranoia that comes automatically when working as an Inquisitor.

“The number of deaths confirmed so far is seven and the number of injured is thirteen.”

“Is that so.”

Should we consider this as a small number of casualties compared to the scale, or should we still consider it as a high number? He spoke inertically, holding up a piece of wood that had turned to charcoal.

“I’m sorry. “I hope you find peace in God’s embrace.”

“I hope you find peace in the arms of God…”

His old sixth sense is feeling uncomfortable about this incident, but since he does not feel demonic energy, there is nothing he can do as a priest. So he prayed for the souls of the dead and eventually turned around.

“I saw the pitch-black thing that was him…!”

“That lady. “Is it possible that it was an illusion…?”

“It can’t be a mistake! “What’s the point of getting something pitch black on your head!”

“Hmm.”

But then for a moment. He found a woman crying to one side with a child hanging from her leg. Maximoyac’s eyes narrowed.

“Did you see by mistake that the roof fragment fell on your head…?”

“ma’am.”

If demonic energy had been felt, the priests would have made a fuss first, so it is difficult to understand the feelings of the soldier who regarded the woman’s testimony as delirium. But…

“Could you tell me the details?”

Even if it is a small suspicion, if it is related to the devil, it must be pursued. Maximoyak’s eyes sparkled brightly.

“It’s crazy.”

[Really?]

Also the street where Maximoyac is located. On the other side, Hawkeye was glancing at the fire scene with his excellent eyesight.

“I wonder if it was the devil’s doing or if it was just an accident.”

Hawkeye turned his head while sipping a drink at a bar that was famous as a date spot for lovers.

“Isn’t that right?”

[Uhm. I hope it’s the latter if possible. Because I live near here…]

“Oh, that’s right. Now that I think about it, you said you were staying on this street, right? “How about moving it now?”

[I guess so. I don’t want to die in my sleep.]

Asphodel also lowered his head while sipping the alcohol he bought. Each time, her pink hair swayed gently.

[But I wonder if it will make money…]

“Then how about the inn I live in?”

Hawkeye looked at the beautiful and rare color and suddenly blurted out.

“It’s very safe where I am. “Soldiers also patrol frequently.”

Now that I think about it, I heard that Mr. Baramson is also staying on this street. Should I recommend that he move again? Contrary to the friendly voice, random thoughts about other people are going back and forth in my head.

[It’s towards Castrang Timato Street, right? You can’t go there. It’s too expensive.]

“But isn’t life more important?”

[That’s true, but… it can’t be helped if the financial situation does not allow it.]

“Then where will you move?”

[Uhm. I think Baraka is the best for now….]

Baraka. Hawkeye intertwined the fingers of both hands, remembering the name.

“Baraka is nice. “At least it’s better than Tarata.”

[Right?]

Oh yeah. Should we ask Mr. Baramson to move to Baraka as well? And then I’m asking for a favor. I’ll give you some funding, so tell me what this woman is doing.

He drank the last of his drink, imagining impaling the guard with a bright smile on his face. Since it was closer to water than alcohol, the frozen drink was chewing in my mouth for just a moment.

* * *

Yesterday, all kinds of incidents occurred throughout the day and night, but instead of participating in them, Deathbringer continued to tour the city. It was a choice he made because he knew his abilities were better suited to finding people than going to battle.

“under.”

Even though I looked around several streets with names such as Hana Kest, Bebet, Timato Baraka, etc., I still couldn’t find anything. It was truly a disappointment.

“I have to find it…”

The interrogator Nari, who was immediately searching with him, was dispatched to the second expansion zone when an incident occurred, and his friend was also summoned along with him.

What about the entire military force of this city? As far as he knows, there are many people who have been deployed elsewhere, but isn’t the entire force also being used to resolve each incident rather than looking for the White Crow?

Thinking of that, Deathbringer’s heart continued to drowsy.

There aren’t many people who can find it other than me. So I have to do it. I have to find it. Sentences that the more he repeated them, the more impatient he became, tormented him endlessly.

“What are the information guild bastards doing?”

But will it be possible to find just one person in this large city?

“Ah… that sucks.”

If this was the area where he originally worked, the answer would have been ‘possible’. However, this was his first time visiting Lineiro and of course he had no connections. In the end, if you want to find someone, you have to do everything on your own.

Of course, there is an information guild entrenched here as well. However, if no one knows the original, cooperation will not be smooth at all.

In the end, the information guild here was better than nothing, nothing more or less.

Deathbringer, who was getting really annoyed, said, “Hey.” He made a sound and threw the canteen he was holding. It was a water bottle that I couldn’t drink anyway because the water was frozen.

Thump thump thump.

“…Ugh, I’d rather die than get sick.”

However, even if you try to vent your anger like this, in the end all that remains is a sense of desperation. Deathbringer stood up to pick up the rolled up canteen.

“Hey, where’s Ivanenko?”

“I don’t know. “I haven’t been able to see you since yesterday.”

“What about Yerchiko? “He is at least close to Iva.”

“I can’t see him either. “I think they both disappeared.”

“Huh?”

“You two probably didn’t go over to Demon Station?”

“well. “I don’t think I’ve heard of them dating.”

“You idiot. Would a devil worshiper openly date? “They secretly date each other and commit suicide together.”

Then he listened to a sound coming from the back of the alley. The smell of cheap cigarettes, the peculiar scent of drugs, and the sounds of conversation were coming from the back of the alley.

“Anyway, you bastard fanatics…”

“If you can’t see it, leave it alone. “If you go to the Demon Station and are left behind, then you are behind, otherwise you will be alive and show your face.”

“If possible, I hope he stays alive. “That bastard owes me money.”

“Aren’t you throwing it away because you don’t want to pay it back?”

“Fuck.”

Northerners say they talk little, but that is limited to normal times. The northerners and thugs were always bluffing and drug-addled with swear words.

“So why are you looking for Ivanenko? “You bastard, even if you owe Iva, you don’t often lend money to others.”

“okay. But then that damn bastard robbed my house. “If I catch you son of a bitch, I’ll pull out all your teeth.”

“Cheer up.”

Apart from words that are easily spewed out, most of their remarks were not very nutritious. The Deathbringer’s ears, which had returned, looked forward again and picked up the canteen.

“Wait a minute. “The soldiers are coming.”

“Oh, it’s a mast. “It’s really fucking bad.”

“gaga. “They’re so fucking patrolling with pestilence.”

“If it weren’t for the fire last night.”

Meanwhile, the people who were telling him small stories quickly disappeared into the alley. Instead of him, passing through the streets in front of Deathbringer are soldiers moving together in groups.

“Please cooperate with the investigation.”

“yes? yes?”

“Did you see anything about last night’s fire?”

However, it was unclear whether the soldiers would actually be able to find what they were looking for. Most people in the world know that even if you ask for cooperation by making threats, the truth will not come out.

“Oh, it’s covered in dirt.”

But that doesn’t seem to mean he needs to get involved. Deathbringer left the scene with a canteen, recalling the distances he had not yet identified.

* * *

As the Inquisitor listened to the news from the Magic Tower, he caught a glimpse of the expansion zone that was gradually being restored.

“You say…, Deputy?”

“I understand. If so, I think we can worry less.”

“Is that something like that?”

“Then no, is that so?”

In fact, the process by which the cause and effect was determined was not very understandable to her. In the first place, before I understood it, I thought, ‘Why does that happen like that?’ I also felt like I wanted to.

However, those knowledgeable in this field concluded that ‘this is highly likely.’ So, as they say, this incident must have happened for that reason.

The Inquisitor concluded this situation simply and clearly.

“You seem to take it very… easily.”

“This is a conclusion reached by people with more knowledge than me. “There is no reason not to believe it.”

Of course, since they are not sure, she will not follow them completely comfortably either. However, she had no reason to continue to feel anxious using that slight uncertainty as an excuse.

With that, the Inquisitor swept away all his worries.

“How about the others?”

“Ah, thankfully, you are helping me in various places.”

“Is that so.”

The priest, who easily figured out that the ‘others’ the Inquisitor was talking about meant her group, grinned.

“I should help you too…”

“For now, you can help us by getting some rest. “Don’t worry too much.”

When it came to delving into the realm of demons, divine power was a resource that was never enough no matter how much it was used. Should I make a divine power potion or purify the devil? The Inquisitor lowered his head, remembering that it took a year to complete, but there were still many places to go.

“But…”

“Even if it’s okay.”

It was fortunate that the purification of the demonic area could be replaced with an ordinary flame. Of course, it was very difficult to procure firewood and oil to make the fireworks, but…

“Uh huh!”

“…!!”

The Inquisitor raised his upper body as everyone in the expansion zone jumped up.

Grumble!

Jet-black flames rushed like a tidal wave and melted the frozen ground of the Demon Station. Although it was not completely purified due to the power coming from demonic energy, the construction would become much easier just because the frozen ground had thawed.

“Adventurer…!”

Also, there was only one person in this place who could create such a huge flame.

The Inquisitor nodded, showing his growing respect once again. This was possible because he did not know that the respected adventurer’s true intentions were, ‘Ah, I came back after being drained of magic, so my magic power is very low.’