Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 180

The night of the imaginary master military is dark.

It is a time when day laborers go to sleep as if they were dead in their residences in preparation for tomorrow’s labor, and night laborers move busily somewhere.

I put on my black robe and headed to the abandoned workhouse in District 13. The moment you take one more step into the warehouse beyond the place where the spinning wheel that squeezes the alchemist is broken in the building where only the steel frame remains.

Sharp hostility was directed at me.

“Stop. mole.”

The most basic and efficient means of distinguishing between enemies and allies. Passwords. It seems to have its own assortment.

However, for me, who has the master key of mind reading, it is tantamount to gaining trust for free.

‘The password is the mole’s wagon.’

thanks for letting me know.

I read your thoughts and said it.

“carriage.”

“good. What happened?”

“It is a messenger. I have come to tell you what you need to know.”

‘What do I need to know? Are you saying you’re ready to move in the shadows?’

Thanks for the explanation. I nodded my head as if confirming his thoughts.

“The preparations are over. Everything we’ve done in the past few days has paid off.”

“result? What the hell are you talking about?”

‘What are you talking about so bluntly? What you’ve decided to do is assassinate the market manager, Krin! Just say that you’ve done an assassination or that you’re planning to do it!’

Because it’s a big deal if you answer correctly and you feel doubt. It’s better to lead the horse around and read the thoughts that come to mind from time to time.

just like now

They wished for Krynn’s assassination. I get it. let me set the mood

“The warehouse keeper, the manager of the market, and a secret smuggler at the same time. smoker. I’m ready to take Krin’s life. His body will be immersed in darkness.”

“I wish I had said that from the beginning.”

In any case, the long-awaited news rejoiced the thugs who occupied the workhouse.

“Clean, that pot-bellied bastard. You are finally being punished!”

Their identities, longing for Krynn’s death, are members of a transport union formed by couriers.

There was only one warehouse, but there were many deliveries. Kleen naturally mastered the economic logic he had never learned and hit the delivery man’s wages. Compared to Krynn, who enjoyed wealth and power, the couriers were always under pressure.

Among them, some of the couriers who had been beaten up and were on the verge of death after fighting against Krynn vowed to take revenge.

‘Shadows are excellent assassins. Kleen, the overweight store manager, is no match! If the guy who was struggling to learn the technique dies, our transport union takes advantage of the chaos and invades the market! Most of the stuff in the warehouse is either stolen or smuggled. If you eat and bounce around, no one will catch you!’

All the organizations called the shadow of the military are similar to this.

Groups or groups dissatisfied with the original stay. Those who want a world that is favorable to them by breaking and destroying the existing frame.

As a result of reading the captain’s thoughts, I found out that the black man named Wolfen intended to gather all these gunpowders together and explode them all at once.

In order to induce the firefighters called the military to mobilize and clean up.

okay. As an analogy, it is like slash-and-burn farmers who set fire to the forest and farm on the land.

Union members who did not know that their situation was no different from dried leaves that fell on the ground in the forest where a fire would occur, asked me excitedly.

“What is the signal?”

“If the warehouse keeper dies, the fire will rise in the warehouse. Aim for that time.”

“You mean there’s a fire in the warehouse?”

“okay.”

“Cheerin bastard. What kind of expression would you make if the warehouse you cherished caught fire! Ah, since you’re dead, you can’t even make a face! Too bad. I have to look at that ugly face…”

It was then. From the other side of District 13, red flames rose with a popping sound. Scattered gunpowder dyed the military sky red.

Transportation union members hiding everywhere jumped out as if their clothes were on fire. They looked in the direction of the warehouse in dismay, and then let out excited cheers.

“Bastards. Look good!”

“for a moment. What if the warehouse burns down?”

“are you okay! The warehouse of the market is big. Even if it burns like that, half of it will remain!”

“Go quickly and get your things!”

“You kill the timing!”

I murmured as I watched the red light spreading in the distance.

“Oh look at the timing.”

I can’t get it right I’ll do it after I’m gone, but it’ll make you busier.

The union leader in front of me also hurriedly moved.

“I could not have imagined that the assassination had already succeeded! Get ready everyone! Hit the market!”

While the members were moving in a hurry, the union leader smiled with joy and clenched his fists.

“If you guys grab the back alley! We will help you wholeheartedly!”

“…I will remember. Then I have to go somewhere else, so stop.”

“Leave it to me!”

The transport union chief’s attention quickly shifted to the market. I flung my black cloak behind me and walked away from them.

In fact, those fireworks are fireworks planned by the market to dispose of the explosives. It was an explosive that Kreen obtained to use as a weapon in case of emergency, but Kreen, unable to overcome my threats, turned it into fireworks.

The romance of converting weapon explosives into alchemy and using them for fireworks. This romance will resound as a false signal throughout the kingdom.

Then the moths who don’t know anything will throw themselves into the flames, thinking that now is the time to burn.

I don’t know when the execution date is, but I burn it in advance before that day arrives.

Because what has already been burnt will not burn again.

“Ego. The place I need to stop in the future…”

The night is shorter than I thought. I should have been more diligent in the future. I climbed into the luxury wagon I brought from Sephine’s house and started the engine. Whether expensive is good or not, the feel was different.

It was just when I was about to leave. In front of me, someone wearing a robe similar to mine came running in a hurry.

Suspicious clothes and suspicious behavior. I instinctively read his thoughts.

‘shit! I have to let you know…! Some madman is impersonating our shadows! Even the transport union guys don’t act rashly…!’

He was the true messenger of the shadows. It seemed that he sensed a strange situation and came out to crack down on his own gang members.

Crackdown… Crackdown… Oh wait. bad memory.

Trauma overtook me and I stepped on the accelerator. The messenger’s body came closer in an instant.

This is because of mental weakness.

Kwaaang.

The messenger rolled on the ground after being hit by the rapidly accelerating car. Immediately after the collision, I jumped out of the wagon and screamed out loud.

“Ah! Don’t drive straight!”

The messenger must have been quite disciplined, even after being hit by a car, he reflexively jumped and got himself up. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he did not appear to be seriously injured except for a broken rib.

dear. I’ll hit it harder

“Hey…! It’s you who drove it…!”

Having suffered an accident of injustice, the messenger answered recklessly without organizing his thoughts.

“Look at this! The front of the car is dented! What are you going to do!”

“I was hit by a car…!”

“Iknow, right. Your face is more distorted than my car. sorry. It was not intended.”

“A madman…!”

Could it be because of the provocation? The messenger took out a sword from his bosom. Seeing the black blade, I cried out in fright.

“Kyaaak! It’s a knife! This man has a vicious weapon!”

“What would the man who hit the man say…!”

‘I don’t know who it is, but I’ll kill you…!’

His pain turned into an instinct to attack. The messenger thrust in the blade without saying a word.

In response, I read his thoughts calmly and pulled out a card.

4 of Diamonds A card with four rhombuses arranged in a north-south-east-west direction. I used alchemy to reveal the hidden face of the card. The card greedily sucked in mana and inflated its body.

What appeared after the alchemy transformation was a short spear slightly shorter than the standard length and lighter. It was a straight, ordinary spear with a long spearhead on a diamond-shaped blade.

The messenger, who carried a small sword to hide in his bosom, exclaimed unjustly when he saw my short spear.

“A madman opens a spear…!”

“I took out the knife first, so self-defense!”

I have both legitimacy and the right to go ahead. I took a posture to the fullest while thinking of the song and the student in my head.

The messenger gritted it.

‘The posture is not serious! That guy must be a master!’

a little bit different. All I did was imitate the form.

Each person has a different personality and body, so the optimal shape for them is not suitable for me. In a word, my posture is nothing more than puffing up my body with a lot of bravado.

but.

‘You have to avoid it with all your might! If I don’t care, I’ll lose my life in one blow!’

If the other person doesn’t know that it’s a bluff, the fake posture becomes real.

Because if I was afraid of the edge of a spear that would tear me apart in my imagination, I would gain that much freedom of movement.

‘You only need to approach once! You can avoid it as if you were sinking to the ground with Oh’s Shadow Hide! Your posture will collapse, but if you can overcome that…!’

good. The plan was drawn.

I took the expression off my face. Excluding playfulness, he showed a cold expressionless expression for a moment and moved forward with a lot of strength in his shoulders and legs.

‘…that expression…! pro! They recognized me from the start and hit me with a car!’

The tip of the window shook. Seeing this, the messenger performed the qigong with all his might, even with his injured body.

‘Hide the shadow of Oh!’

In fact, it’s a shabby technique to even call it a five-way suit. It was a catch technique that pulled the ground with the gongigong and returned behind the opponent while keeping one’s body close to the ground.

It is said that it seems to hide in the shadows when it reaches a state, but it was not that far for a messenger who did not even receive the title of ‘shadow’.

It’ll be enough to get you offended though.

‘I dodged…!’

I didn’t even get stabbed in the first place. I turned the spear round and held it vertically. With the blunt end pointing down, he slammed it straight down.

Towards the belly of the messenger sliding on the ground.

The messenger’s eyes widened.

‘Ouch! To see through this…!’

It’s specialized in outwitting opponents, but… I’m sorry, I’ve never lost in psychological warfare.

The messenger’s body was folded in half. After being hit by a car, the messenger, who was halfway between death and death, was unconscious after my attack.

“Thank you for the amicable agreement.”

Whoa, that was dangerous. To think that an errand boy who was not a half-shadow, but an errand boy who acted as a messenger, was so persistent. No matter how bad an automatic carriage is, can it survive even if it starts being hit by a lump of iron this big?

If a single messenger is this strong, how strong is the executive officer, Half Shadow, or the boss, Wolfen?

Even though I tried not to get my hands dirty.

“I can’t help it. I have no choice but to actively evade engagement.”

One victory is enough. After this, I decided to pursue only mental victory.

What I caught was nothing more than a shadow’s junk, but there was still a harvest. I rummaged over the memories I had pulled out of the messenger and roughly threw his fainting body into an obscure alleyway and left.

That was the moment. Some black form swayed in the darkness. I turned around and felt the back of my neck get cold.

The alley was full of darkness. He felt nothing but the groans of the fainting messenger.

I tilted my head.

“…? weird. Was there something?”

Are you a ghost? Or a ghost?

No, I think it resembles the dirt we saw in the abyss….

“You must have seen it wrong. Why is it here?”

What to see in this back alley?

If it was usual, I would have recognized him a little, but he is busy now. I left for the other junction.