CH 297

Volume 12 Episode 25

Jack Valantie.

What the hell does that guy like?

A normal man would think of a woman, but there was a hero from the past named Valentine Milos around Jack.

Even that hero was enough to chew on the continent just by his appearance.

Brandnew immediately erased the option of being a woman from his mind.

As I said before, it won’t be money, information.

yes info.

‘First information first.’

second.

In an instant, lightning struck Brandyu’s head.

‘That man participated in this academy battle. And after that, all that man did was focused on the academy students. In other words.’

Brandu’s expression brightened.

It was not that I realized something I didn’t know, but it was such a trivial case that a fact that I had taken so lightly became a very important fact.

‘That man likes to give the academy a future, that is to say to the students.

Then the story is easy.’

Exchanges between academies.

Furthermore, the Academy Advancement Fund.

‘If he raises a fund and makes a donation, regardless of whether he has a lot of money or not, that is sincere. Yes, that’s it.’

Looking at Jack bursting into laughter, Brandnew also laughed.

But is it a coincidence?

The heads of the other academy next to Brandu laughed at the same time.

As if they were thinking the same thing.

Tem-Samit, who stood back and looked at them from a distance, smiled a little different from the smile they had made.

‘When I look at it, it really looks like a doll. haha.’

Heinkes Beckermann, who was in Tulcan’s quarters, slowly wiped his empty arms.

‘… … I’m sick.’

There was actually no pain, but it was said that it was strangely painful.

It may be appropriate to use such a non-funny expression as a broken heart.

it just hurts

When dealing with someone, it can be a victory if there is even a slight gap.

A man like Beckermann would never miss out on that.

As an aside, I also saw a break in Iskandar Tulkan.

It was possible to express it as a kind of probability.

Probability of winning a fight.

About 15% if you risk your life, 0% if you don’t risk your life.

Surprisingly, Iskandar’s talent is not limited to swordsmanship.

He also had a talent for magic and, crucially, his talent for mana itself was superior to anyone else.

Such a thing is called a real genius, and it is said to be the crystallization of tremendous talent.

He has the greatest talent on this continent, and his ambitions are all different from those of ordinary people.

so-called king.

A man different from Beckerman himself.

Beckermann did not appreciate Iskandar that much.

There were many strong people in this world, but no one was worthy of the position of the supreme, and I swore because I thought that there would never be.

loyalty.

By the way, Jack Valantier.

He appeared so suddenly like a comet.

No gaps are visible, no matter what he does, he has the strength to never win, and his vessel is wide.

A vessel large enough to hold the whole world.

Beckerman clasped his face with one hand.

‘If I had met Jack Valantier a little earlier… … ‘

Beckerman knew how absurd his own thoughts were, and how ridiculous it would seem to others.

Because someone would have looked like a person with wavy ears.

But this was a reasonable thought with a clear rationale.

‘Samith is a warrior who sits on the throne of a monarch. He is more suited to the qualities of a warrior than that of a monarch. Because he is such a man.’

On the other hand, what about Iskandar?

‘He has the qualities of a perfect king. Tolerance, self-strength, brain, leisure, and execution ability. He had qualities that I did not have.’

So I swore allegiance.

But after seeing Jack Valantie, I changed my mind.

Iskandar is inferior to Jack Valantier.

What Jack Valantiere shows is the quality of a real king.

Beckerman realized that what Iskandar showed was the quality of that king.

Awkward – fists clenched.

Then he nailed it.

A small crack in the chest.

Beckerman quieted this rift as much as possible and sank it.

Once you make an oath, keep that oath.

That’s what a real warrior should do.

‘I am a warrior, not a monarch.’

Beckerman did not forget the identity he had built himself while holding the sword.

‘I go to see only one way.’

This was the belief and philosophy of a man named Beckerman.

The enemy of Jack Valanti.

That’s all.

That’s when I gently removed the hand that covered my face.

Kugong-!!

Beckerman, who was sitting on the bench in the hostel, felt it.

something.

that something has descended on the world.

He raised his head slowly and muttered softly.

“•… “crazy.”

I can’t think of anything else other than those words.

Because the sky was opening.

To be precise, the sky just above Ishmael’s castle was opening up.

An extraterrestrial being that appeared there.

Numerous horns on his forehead and his face dyed black.

huge fangs.

And a mouth as dark as pitch black.

It opened, and a gigantic fang-shaped sword began to be pulled out slowly.

And that.

It was stuck in a corner of Ishmael’s royal castle.

Quang. I feel like I heard that kind of sound.

Maybe it was the sound of the world falling apart.

“•••••♦ Seven thousand? Eight thousand?”

I don’t know exactly, but it seems that there were about that number of mana users, but now there are none.

I burst out laughing in disappointment.

No matter how much I thought about it, I felt like I was driven into a dead end.

So Beckerman sat down on a bench and drank.

for a while, all the way.

chapter 8

I didn’t say anything.

When the body is forced to grow and the circle is forced to stretch. Since then, I haven’t slept properly.

Because if I slept, I thought I would be lying in bed for at least two or three days.

So, even when tiredness and tiredness came rushing in, I just endured it.

The same is true on the day Master returned to his original form.

The day I went back to the dorm after walking around the city with Master, meeting Roman and Beckerman in the city, I could not sleep.

I used to stay up all night talking with Master over the table.

Then, recently, I used my own technique to overdo it once more, and with that, it was confirmed that I would be exhausted and I would collapse soon.

That small act of shaking hands wasn’t just acting.

He endured for a few days with his mental strength and eventually collapsed.

And, as expected, the most absurd thing I had seen in a really long time unfolded before my eyes.

There were about nine men in hoodies in a gray world that seemed to be squeaky and noisy.

The men were all looking down at something, looking down at something.

As soon as I moved my gaze to follow them, I burst into laughter.

because.

That ‘something’ was very familiar.

arms, neck, legs, etc. If I cut all the body parts and put them back together, wouldn’t it look like that?

It’s ugly and I don’t want to look bad.

The problem is that something that looked like the assembled Barbie doll was the ‘me in my previous life’.

How did you pick up all that?

The surprise didn’t stop there.

(… … Is it really possible?)

A voice came from a man who was wearing a hood.

That voice.

Why does it sound so familiar?

yet.

A man with a familiar voice pulls the hood back with one hand.

And then his face appeared.

… … uh?

(I asked if it was really possible to save the master.)

Then some men shake their heads.

“Is it a side effect, what is the Death Knight talking about?”

“Don’t you know? The corpse isn’t in good shape and it’s been quite a while since he was originally a Death Knight, so there are only a few left now. Older individuals usually cause divisions like that.”

“It’s really annoying to see the traitor chick who ran away ten years ago, even when he becomes a Death Knight, shakes his snout. Shall I just kill you?”

When the man in charge raises his hand as if telling him to stop, everyone bites his tongue.

A man with a hooded hood and a necklace around his neck believed to be dragon bones said looking at Ron.

“The improved black magic brought you back to life as a piece of rotting meat. Even though you are experiencing it yourself, you don’t know.”

Ron’s brow furrows.

(Isn’t that the case with me now? The master is just a transcendent. He was the pinnacle of the real world beyond the Half Bloods.)

People wearing hoodies burst into laughter.

That’s confidence.

It was the confidence that they thought they would be able to fully control the corpse of Jack Valantier right before their eyes.

“Don’t forget . These rotten monsters have come from the eastern continent, and we need them to stop them. And our conduit.”

responsible.

I don’t know the name.

I don’t even know the face.

But the state could be guessed.

senior master.

But even in such a state, the words that came out of his mouth were the kind of words that those who have bulges a thousand times more than ordinary people would say.

Because that’s what I said.

“To tame such monsters and save the world with them, yes, our conduit is fulfilling its role as the protector of the continent itself.”

The bullshit was just ignored.

Rather, I am surprised by the current situation itself.

Why.

Why is Ron over there?

His face was full of scars, his left arm was open when he had been severed, and the nape of his neck, his face, and even his head, which were exposed through the hood, were full of terrible blisters that wrinkled his eyes.

It is similar to the appearance of patients with plague.

What was even more surprising was that Ron’s eyes were dyed pitch black like that.

It’s strange to recognize a man with such a face as Ron, but rather, it raises questions.

nope

Now this feeling is not questionable.

Clenched, fists clenched.

Anger, not a question.

It has been a long time since the previous conversation ended the understanding of the situation before and after.

In a previous life, Ron did not die, but became a Death Knight.

I became someone’s puppet, and I became a bastard who moved only on orders from someone.

Furthermore, his power as a Death Knight has now faded and he is almost on the verge of death.

how many times did you roll

I couldn’t even imagine how much I played with it.

And I was totally unaware of this.

Ron was dead, but dead and still alive.

I came to know such a situation after the end of my previous life and the opening of a new one.

So I was angry.

I didn’t have to walk alone.

We could walk together.

Before long, the eight men, except for Ron, moved on.

Surrounding ‘my body’ with needles all over the body like a Barbie doll, they began to draw a magic circle on the spot.

Countless metaphysical words are drawn, and all of them are positioned as if they were an axis of a magic circle.

Then, the man in charge in the middle shouted loudly.

“You who ruled the world. You who put the world under your feet! The souls of the dead cry out with infallible distortions! The time of awakening has come! Answer my orders!”

Nine men shouted in unison.

” [Animated Dead]

dead]!!”

The youngest son of a marquisist