“We will begin the first round table conference of the evil organization ‘Legends of Devils’.”

 

Ground pound pound.

 

Pingvalez, dressed in a suit, raised his glasses and opened the conference. The participants were as follows. I, the Demon King and number one among the Four Heavenly Kings, “Fallen Magic Demon King Lucifer Zechniel” (2 phases included).

 

And the purple magic tower lord and second in line among the Four Heavenly Kings, “Yunas, the Being of Infinite Nothingness.”

 

Ping Ballez and “Yuri Frost Lover” Hosted by the 3rd in line among the Four Heavenly Kings.

 

The weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings would be “Espoir of Eternal Dark”.

 

A stylish name plate with the name engraved on it was placed in front of the table, and curtains were carefully drawn on the window. And only one light was left on to create a cool atmosphere.

 

With my arms folded solemnly and proudly, I generously allowed the meeting to begin.

 

“Let’s proceed with the ‘Grand Plan (Genocide of the End)’ that will destroy our world.”

 

“…I, I’m in so much pain. I can’t straighten my hands and feet…!”

 

“What’s going on? ‘A being of infinite nothingness’…”

 

“Uhhhhh!!”

 

Yuna was rolling around on the floor due to the strong taste of the second year of middle school. Her hands and feet shriveled and her spine tingled, and she seemed unable to bear it.

 

It was my first time doing this, so my heart felt sore. But just seeing Yuna growling and becoming a dried squid was worth this role-playing experience.

 

Meanwhile, Pinvalez was hitting the foreign media hard without even raising an eyebrow.

 

“The Princess of Darkness, the weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings, ‘Espoir de Eternal Dark’, Please report first.”

 

“So, I don’t have a name like that…” ”!!”

 

“Uh huh, why don’t you speak carefully? Do you want to taste the amta?”

 

“The female has never called herself that name, and she has no intention of calling herself that. Argh!!”

 

I am very satisfied.

 

“Oeshin”, Which was born in the last session, felt like a kind of familiar after a long period of training and restraint. Loyalty cannot be expected and there is still ticking.

 

If you do what you’re told to do well, they’ll erase your sh*tty settings, and if you don’t, they’ll give you a penalty like ‘putting a cat behind your tongue’. They’re gradually discouraging you with a stick-and-carrot strategy.

 

And of course, he is also equipped with a bomb collar for emergencies. There were no safety concerns. Oesin thought for a moment and then said.

 

“The female thinks the target is a jerk.”

 

“That’s an unusual evaluation. “What are the specifics?”

 

“Isn’t that too hostile? It could be because he didn’t kill Oh Hye-in and take her her her her her her her her her. It’s not clear how threatening the being named Mung-gae next to him is, and cooperation from the locals is essential to adapt to the new society.”

 

But.

 

“If I had tried to accumulate a certain amount of knowledge… I would have been able to do literally anything. After passionately asking Hye-in Oh about this world and hearing about the ‘smartphones’ that people carry around all day.”

 

From that moment on, the snowball of knowledge begins to roll. In the sea of the Internet, you can get all the information you want.

 

A social atmosphere in which firearms, gunpowder, conflicts between countries, and killing people are taboo. After building up such basic knowledge.

 

“First of all, you have to become financially independent. It’s too dangerous to live off the favor of others. How do you know that Oh Hye-in will kick you out the next day? First, start with light robbery and murder. Then , use the money to raise capital and open an orphanage.

 

“Are you ready?”

 

“Through brainwashing from a young age, we raise obedient murder weapons and overthrow the nation…”

 

“Okay, you go out.”

 

Oesin was filled with a very mean heart in her heart. I hurriedly gave the foreign correspondent a 30-minute ban on chatting. If we leave that alone, won’t anyone see that we’re an evil organization?

 

I applauded to brighten the mood.

 

“Okay, let’s continue the meeting.”

 

“…Well, by the way. “What do we need to discuss?”

 

“First of all, I would like to ask you to model the next tentacle. Design number 3 didn’t feel that good to use. The magic female also seemed to be in pain rather than happiness.”

 

“I think it’s time to introduce the next monster, but I think we need to think about it, Magic Tower Lord. We need something that gives us a sense of crisis and can also progress the main stream…”

 

While we were having a productive discussion, the foreign correspondent ripped the chat ban sign out of his mouth and echoed:

 

“You guys are brainwashing Roderus and extracting information from him-!!”“Speech.”

 

“So, the female thinks…” ” No, but digging up information was left behind and you guys were just playing around! Work, work, work!”

 

“….”

 

Pinvalez and I were so shy that we avoided the gaze of foreign producers. The foreign reporter began to huff and harshly interrogate us. First, he pointed at Pingvalez.

 

“Hey, succubus! Why did you cancel the operation to turn tentacles into pleasure pickles and turn them into female fallen slaves? Why didn’t they implement 300x sensitivity?!”

 

“That’s because I lack aesthetics… You can do it, but then you’ll miss the precious worry phase. As you gradually become more aware of yourself and your s*xual desires as a woman, one late night, after hesitation, you can ‘t help but touch it the most delicious…’

 

“I didn’t do it wrong!”

 

“I’m sorry for pursuing self-interest, but even the Demon King, the highest commanding authority, played around. Please scold me.”

 

Pingvalez handed over the bomb. Oesin suddenly turned her head and glared at me with burning eyes.

 

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“They say they will destroy your mind and completely subjugate you, turning you into a slave who will listen to any and all orders! Why did you cancel the planned ‘I’m not afraid of anything anymore’ operation?!”

 

“No, the story was so fun that I stopped without even realizing it. I can’t throw people into trouble without any probability just to get some information. “It’s a waste.”

 

“Did I do something wrong or not?”

 

“Wrong… Wrong… No, but what I do or don’t do is up to me, you idiot! ‘Sensitivity 3000 times’!”

 

Kyaaagh-!

 

Oesin left with her solemn scream. Still, what that guy said wasn’t nonsense. It made sense.

 

But still.

 

“This little Roderus looks so good together. “It’s strange.”

 

“I guess so.”

 

People were gentler than I thought.

 

They don’t actively try to do anything, but if you give them a goal, they follow what you’re told. No matter how many times I scratched with Oh Hye-in, my fist didn’t fly, and I didn’t t stab the rapier at Munggae either.

 

If he really has a broken personality, wouldn’t he be the one to put him to sleep and eat him with a knife?

 

I didn’t think TS would be able to keep up, so I prepared a lot of forced hypnosis, shame play, and higres, but in the end I didn’t use them.

 

Plus, I enjoy eating rice so much.

 

No, a nobleman eats soybean paste stew so delicious that he could debut as a mukbang YouTuber? That too from a culture similar to the West.

 

When the session started and I first prepared him a meal, he ate it like he hadn’t eaten in a week. I don’t think he was that gluttonous character…

 

So naturally, my thoughts went this way.

 

Isn’t there something wrong with this guy?

 

Somehow, he might be a better guy than I thought. Could it be that he was a crooked person because he received a bad education when he was young? I guess he’s not a bad guy by nature. Such thoughts.

 

The magic tower lord seemed to be thinking similarly, as he sometimes looked at Roderus with worried eyes. Even then, I must have thought about the belly bump I had been hit with, so I raised my eyebrows in an inverted shape.

 

Pingvalez, the cold intelligence of our evil organization, asked me.

 

“What your nature is or what your environment is like is not a consideration, crazy wizard. Even if there is A with a heartbreaking story that deserves everyone’s sympathy, if he is aiming for the back of your neck, you have no choice but to kill him.”

 

“….”

 

“Roderus wanted your life. And he still will. Is there any reason to give up these merits of eliminating risk factors and preparing a response to Redburn and embrace ‘sympathy’?”

 

That is correct.

 

And, I have no intention of pitying everyone either. If someone is aiming for the neck, I will also aim for the neck, and if I have malicious intent, I will return it with malicious intent.

 

The Pashimjeonjeon he had fired when fighting Roderus was also fired with the intention of killing him. If it wasn’t for the artifact he was wrapped around, his mind would have definitely collapsed. At that time, I was in a hurry to survive.

 

But. As long as I can afford it.

 

“I think everyone should have one chance.”

 

“….”

 

“It’s not that I want to be nice, or that I want to volunteer. It’s just that, no matter who they are, I just want to give them something that every human being should have… “That much.”

 

When I was young, I looked up at the night sky and counted the things I didn’t have. There were many people like me in Daldongne. In the sense that the arms are beautiful.

 

There was an older brother who lived next door.Even though we couldn’t live together, he was a good person who cut half of the dalgona and put it in my hand. Also, he was a young man with a dream of somehow becoming successful and getting out of this damn neighborhood.

 

However, studying was poisonous to a wallet that could not comfortably afford even a textbook or a lecture, so even if I had to beg and chew on the edges of bread to get by, there was bound to be a limit.

 

I heard that he lost consciousness due to malnutrition and was taken to the emergency room. He looked at the receipt for the hospital bill and kept muttering, “How many books can I buy for this money?”

 

He had fallen from a dangerous tightrope.

 

As I looked at him through the window, I knew that he had finally given up on his dream. At some point, the number of tattoos on my body increased, and I started hanging out with bad and delinquent people.

 

The ending that the older brother who lived next door met was boring. He committed a crime and was caught by the police. The young man who dreamed of becoming a lawyer was imprisoned.

 

I looked up at the night sky and thought. If only I had money. Just as my brother who lives next door gave me half of Dalgona, I wish I had the fortune to give me half as well.

 

Then what would it have been like? Would he become a lawyer and a just person who lives for the poor? I don’t know, but at least he wouldn’t have been a criminal.

 

Just then, something occurred to me.

 

I was moved by the Roderus guy just laughing and talking.

 

Because it was conducted remotely, the ‘Narration’ Did not penetrate deeply, so I was not able to read his background. He clearly seems to be hoping for some kind of ‘opportunity’.

 

Now I have Dalgona. There are so many that even if you load them up by truck, there will be plenty left over. And before my eyes is a sad and pitiful life.

 

I’m thinking of giving you half of the Dalgona as a gift. Will Roderius receive it?

 

In that case, I was thinking of lowering the rope.

 

“Of course, we will have to review it carefully before proceeding. Isn’t there a way to find out the past history of that guy… Roderus?”

 

“Shall we at least send a letter to the Duke of Redburn?”

 

“Do you think it will work?”

 

“Then there is no other way.”

 

At that time, the magic tower lord quietly raised his hand. No matter how much I wanted to say something, an illusion of brightly shining light bulbs spun around me. I generously permitted the statement.

 

“Speak up, “Eunaris, the being of infinite nothingness”… Evil!”

 

I was hit with a low kick.

 

“You know, the person who discovered the Hidden Piece of Tower of Trials.”

 

“Oh, yes. “I heard one of the students somehow found it?”

 

“His name is…” ” Is Envers Redburn. They probably have the same last name… ”

 

“Oh, well, then I’ll use the open ark to give it a nudge.”

 

The meeting has concluded. Should we gather as much information as possible and then decide on Roderus’s treatment? What was the story?

 

On the way out, Pingvalez asked quietly.

 

“So… Are you going to stop teasing tentacles?”

 

“No.”

 

“No.”

 

Salvation is salvation and revenge is revenge. There is still a black bruise where Roderus hit him. You won’t be able to rest until these bruises go away, Roderus.

 

“In that case, I will prepare the three-pronged tentacles as planned, Demon Lord.”

 

“Please proceed.”

 

“My name.”

 

An evil spirit has reached out to the magic women.

 

—- —- —- — —-

 

Once in a group.

 

Once when I got involved in a group attack by a front-line strategy team.

 

And as the attack on the Tower of Trials intensified, Tactic’s efficiency was raised to the limit, and he barely managed to reach it once as a member of the 3rd team.

 

Envers saw the mysterious beggar a total of three times.

 

At his first meeting, he learned about martial arts.

 

At the second meeting, I learned about Moorim.

 

At the third meeting, I learned about beggars.

 

Only then did Envers ask the beggar for guidance, and he accepted.

 

He said that he was a beggar with no name to give, and that he became trapped in this space after chasing the Heavenly Demon and throwing himself into a dimensional gap.

 

Since I have no plans to return to my hometown, this is the last place I will rest. Shouldn’t everyone leave a name when they die? Martial arts have their meaning in the continuous flow.

 

For that reason, the beggar teaching began Enverse, and Enverse was able to move to the 8th floor of the Tower of Trials at any time. It was a strange coincidence.He started from the basics.

 

He said that the lower body should be as deep and unshakable as the roots of a sturdy old tree, and that the balance of the body should not be disturbed, only then would one be qualified to extend a fist.

 

Envers followed without complaint. The process of instilling the center into the body was a boring and repetitive task, but he silently faced it with the pure desire for martial arts as his guiding light.

 

The beggar was happy to see this. When the learner puts his whole heart into it, how can the teacher not be happy?

 

After studying enough to be able to stand on one leg like a crane and fall asleep, Envers’ learning entered the next stage. It was the process of memorizing the martial arts moves.

 

Before teaching, the beggar began with a short question and answer.

 

“If the enemy attacks from above, how would you block it?”

 

“Wouldn’t you block it by striking from below to above?”

 

“Can you think of another way?”

 

“You could use your footwork to dodge it, or you could strike from left to right, or you could use an artifact.”

 

The beggar nodded and asked again.

 

“If you block it by striking from below to above, how would you strike from below to above?”

 

“How do you mean…?”

 

“Where would you put your feet, where would you put the center of your body, would you strike horizontally or vertically, would you loosen up for the next move, or would you tighten up to grab it in one shot?”

 

“…It’s hard to know.”

 

“That’s the move.”

 

Even if you only do the action of striking from below to above, it is close to infinity. Considering the angle of the feet, the overall flow, and the movement of the internal energy, it is impossible to count. No human being can fully explore all of these methods.

 

So, the move was a standardization of one of those actions. The beggar drew a crescent moon rising into the sky with a wooden stick.

 

“This is called Seungwol, a move designed to block and strike up, and to sharply aim for the next move. It’s from my old friend, what do you think?”

 

“…It’s beautiful.”

 

“Well, look at this too.”

 

The beggar now drew a crescent moon from the vertical to the horizontal. The movements were different from one to ten, but to Envers, they somehow looked like the same crescent moon.

 

“What does this look like to you?”

 

“It doesn’t rise up, but it looks like Seungwol to me. It’s strange…”

 

“Well seen. This is also the same Seungwol. The reason why they are called the same move even though they look different is because the intention they contain is the same. This is also effective in aiming for the next move.”

 

So, the move should be learned but not bound by it, and it should be followed correctly but enlightened by oneself. That’s what the beggar said.

 

Envers was dazed by the sound of the clouds being scattered by his hand.

 

The beggar chuckled and added.

 

“It means that you should keep in mind that you should look at the kernel, not the shell. I’ll ask you one thing, so answer me honestly.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“If you wake up and find that your body has become a woman, would you break your sword?”

 

“…”

 

It was a strange question, but Envers shook his head immediately. He didn’t think his desire for martial arts would go away just because his body had changed.

 

“What if you were born without arms or legs? Would you break your sword?”

 

“I could hold it in my mouth.”

 

“Even if you become a butterfly?”

 

“…Can’t I swing it with my feelers?”

 

The beggar burst into laughter. Envers also smiled awkwardly, as if he liked his answer.

 

The beggar laughed for a long time and then praised Envers greatly.

 

“Yes, what’s important is what’s in your heart. What does the shape of the vessel matter? Your answer is refreshing and full of ambition, it’s really great. But…”

 

“Please tell me.”

 

“In my opinion, it seems that there is more than just a sword in your heart. There’s no need to be ashamed. If a person only has one sword in his heart, he is called a sword demon. A madman.”

 

“…”

 

“Why did you hold the sword?”

 

The beggar’s pale eyes seemed to look straight into Envers’ heart, so he did not dare to hide his thoughts and spoke honestly. The abuse he had suffered in his family, and the oath he had made to himself that day.

 

And about his brother, Roderus.

 

Envers however recalled his memories of his brother in confusion. The memories of them getting along, the promise under the moonlight, and the betrayal. He still couldn’t figure it out. Should he hate him or trust him?.”⋯⋯I think I want to see you again.”

 

“What would we do if we met?”

 

“…I don’t know.”

 

“Then, let’s start by understanding your own heart. Once you’ve worked hard and trained to the point where you can put your will into your hands and feet, your pure heart will also become clear.”

 

The beggar stood up, and so did Envers.

 

And the crazy wizard behind the stage also stood up, exclaiming, “This guy is a real martial arts prodigy!”

 

—- —-

 

Based on the information I’ve gathered from years of subculture knowledge, I’ve come to the conclusion that Roderus is like an assassin from a family that was raised with inhumane training. It seems like he was heavily brainwashed by the Redburn family.

 

He has the body of a human, but he’s actually a tool, so in that case, I should be angry at the guy who wielded the tool. How can I blame the tool?

 

Okay. Let’s make this bastard a human being.

 

Operation name: “I’ll show you love.”

 

A multiface youth event, a club, a gym class in an indoor pool, a math trip for girls (to the beach) with swimsuit shopping, a two-on-two tentacle match, a hunt for punks, a personality test, pouring out pent-up emotions and blossoming friendships, lilies, the final battle, and freedom.

 

I’m going to pour out 120% of my daily life on you. The rest is up to you…!