Became a Dark Merchant in the Academy - Chapter 164



163 – Fiance_22

Eishun felt wronged.

I admit that my life up until now has been marked by evil deeds.

Naturally, he was the leader of a villain organization, so he sold drugs, committed frequent assaults, and in severe cases, even committed murder.

He had also committed other unspeakable evil deeds.

Yeah, I admit that.

So, I was always willing to calmly accept the judgment they would bring.

Because he had no family, because he couldn’t show off, because he was greedy, whatever the reason, he did it of his own free will.

I had no intention of making any excuses for him.

Of course, I had no intention of giving in easily.

Still, I thought that if I was to be judged for the sins I had committed, then there was nothing I could do.

but.

I couldn’t accept being falsely accused, being judged for something that wasn’t my fault.

Moreover, he could not accept the death of that brat who knew nothing and was just a puppet of that brat.

Fortunately, the kid’s skill is two levels lower than his own.

It was clear that even if they fought with their guns removed, they would win without a hitch.

So, even though the opponent launched a surprise attack, Eishun soon cornered the opponent.

“You fucking idiot.”

And just when I was about to finish.

[Let’s play a manners game.]

A word rang in my mind.

[Isn’t it a bit too much to be sincere to a child who has just become an adult? Oh, and don’t talk nonsense, and when you’re about to die, tell me what you said before…]

Then the amount of available mana was reduced by half.

Some of the body’s functions have slowed down.

It felt like a huge extra body was weighing me down.

Eishun was dumbfounded by the unexpected situation.

“What the hell─”

It wasn’t long before Eishun realized the situation and was about to spit out the curses that had been building up in his chest.

“asleep!”

The angry voice of the cornered brat struck my ears.

At the same time, a sword flies towards the neck.

‘Damn.’

There was no time to think about useless things.

A life-or-death situation where you can’t see even an inch ahead. Carelessness is synonymous with death.

‘If you step back…’

So I thought about stepping back to avoid the attack.

This is a mountainous area.

With the steep road behind them and their reduced physical abilities, it was clear that if they retreated, they would have difficulty responding to the onslaught that would follow.

Therefore, Eishu’s choice was to use the sword he was holding in his right hand to strike back at the sword flying towards his neck.

After that, he would strike back with his sword, and if he was lucky, the other side would stagger, and then he could continue the offensive. Eishun, judging this, raised his sword…

[You have to play a manners game against beginners, right? Stop.]

But my right hand couldn’t move.

It was because of a voice that suddenly came to my mind.

The time it paused like that was approximately 0.3 seconds.

It was a short but long time, 0.3 seconds, for the sword to fly towards his neck.

“Damn!!!”

Eishun gritted his teeth.

He gave up his motionless right hand and immediately concentrated his mana on his left hand.

Then he struck back at the sword flying towards his neck.

However, even if the body is strengthened with mana, the sword on the other side is also strengthened with mana.

The total time wasted stopping there, slowing down, and judging and moving again was 1 second.

There could not have been no damage.

Originally, this was a situation where we could have continued the offensive without any damage.

Because of that moment of hesitation, a long sword wound appeared on Eishun’s left hand from his wrist to his shoulder, and blood gushed out.

“Ugh.”

‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck─!!!’

But would the other side, who is rushing to kill me because I am injured, stop their offensive?

Eishun distanced himself from them, swearing inwardly.

‘Let’s reorganize for now…’

-Swish!

But the enemy had no intention of letting Eishun go.

The sword rushes in again, aiming for the neck.

The sword was filled with the desire to kill.

That’s why Eishun…

[Manner Game!]

[You know?]

[Here, your role is that of an ugly third-rate villain who gets punished by the righteous academy students and spits out the details.]

A voice that rings in my head as if teasing me again and again.

“Kkaaa …

Eishun continued to allow attacks to continue without allowing proper defense, and eventually even tried to survive by raising his injured left hand.

His left hand, which had allowed attacks time and time again, was cut off and rolled on the ground like trash.

At the same time, Eishun lost his sense of balance and fell down the steep road.

How long did it roll like that?

His body eventually stopped when he encountered a large tree.

“Ugh, ugh…”

I couldn’t die like this.

A false accusation, a predetermined role, someone’s puppet.

It would be possible to just lie down for a while, but I would rather not have an ending like this than die.

That’s why, even though his vision was blank and he was in pain, Eishun tried to raise his body by leaning against the tree in order to survive.

“Do you remember?”

But the struggle didn’t last long.

Just as I was barely able to get up from my fallen body and sit down leaning against the tree.

A sharp object was aimed at his neck.

“Poem, phew…”

It was unfair.

I had no idea why it had turned out this way, or why it had to turn out this way.

“Do you remember the name Xuan?”

I heard the words of a brat who knew nothing.

“city…”

“The Laplace Academy terrorist incident a year ago.”

I know.

The reason why it turned out like this.

Something I never did or was not involved in came back to me like a dagger.

“Ugh, uh… I don’t… remember…”

But I couldn’t deny it.

Contract, order.

A set of cheap lines.

The mouth just moved on its own.

Lies became truth through the mouths that were gushing blood.

“No way…you…that…suggestion…”

Actions and facial expressions are all forced acting.

A truth workshop where nothing is true.

“I’m glad you remember.”

A kid who doesn’t know anything.

“I’m so glad.”

Fucking play.

“If you don’t remember.”

The helplessness of not being able to do anything.

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“I was really worried about how to make you remember.”

Eishun is…

**

The standoff between me and Yurin wasn’t that long.

In the first place, there’s no way a cadet could stop the top A-class heroes, the main force of the Hero Association.

That’s why I took the time just long enough to be able to use it appropriately for the play.

That is, until Eishun is attacked by Xiaomei and falls down, and chases after her.

“ha…”

Yurin Lee, who was walking ahead, let out a small sigh.

Explain why you came here during the standoff and how you came here.

He seemed to have a headache thinking about what to do next.

“sorry.”

“You should be sorry. Do you even realize what you just did?”

“but…”

“I understand your feelings, but this is clearly the realm of heroes. And the reason being revenge, don’t think you can get over this easily.”

It seemed like it couldn’t be passed over lightly, given what had been done.

But that applies to regular cadets.

There is a way to get over it.

“I know. I will gladly accept any sin.”

“Just to the extent of asking for forgiveness… No. By the way, there was a location tracker installed on my clothes. I guess I’ve lost my shit too… And why was I just standing there blankly…”

“I am truly sorry.”

“Anyway, the first thing we need to do is find that kid. Don’t fall behind and follow me.”

Anyway, while sighing deeply, Yurin moved her body in the direction where Xiaomei and Eixun had disappeared, and I followed her.

How much did it move like that?

A small groan was heard from quite nearby.

I thought it would have fallen quite a bit since it was rolling down a steep road, but it didn’t seem to have gone very far.

“…”

That’s why Yurin Lee, who was ahead, quickly ran to where the groaning sound was coming from.

And then, not long after, it stopped.

“what…”

But for some reason I felt like I had to move quickly.

And I witnessed a tragic scene.

The trees and dirt were dyed red, and the flesh was flaky.

And that’s not all.

The mouth and eyes…

‘They must have tortured him.’

I was gnashing my teeth for revenge, so I wasn’t going to let it go easily, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.

‘No, I manipulated his perception with my skills to make him blinded by revenge, and made him say through Eishun’s mouth to insult Xuan until he died, so is that natural?’

It was good anyway.

It wasn’t like he was being tortured or anything, but it was easier to keep him alive in that condition.

I wonder if ancient Chinese torture techniques were similar to that.

“ugh…”

“You, what the hell. Stop doing…”

The shocked Yurin tried to stop Xiaomei.

But sooner than that, Xiaomei’s black sword struck Eishun’s neck.

It seemed that he had judged that if he left it like this, Eishun might be rescued by Yurin.

[great job.]

Eishun’s neck is blown away.

When I said hello, Eishun, whose neck was still hanging in the air, looked at me as if he had realized something.

The neck fell to the ground immediately after.

As if it was unfair.

I couldn’t even close my eyes.

I looked at it for a moment and then approached Xiaomei.

“senior…”

“are you okay.”

Then, it seemed as if the strength had been released.

Xiaomei fell, and I accepted it.

And so the false revenge came to an end.