I’m the Sub Male Lead in Romance Fantasy, but I Don’t Like the Female Lead - Chapter 144



144 – The Finish – 2

The ferocious fist came towards Cordelia. It’s as if the world has stopped. However, it feels completely different from when death approached me earlier. It’s like looking at a picture someone took. Is it okay because it’s not my job? No, it’s the other way around. This is anger would be angry It was so cold that his head felt cold. When anger reaches its peak, people can become this cold.

It was safe to say that the emotion that dominated my body right now was pure anger. It didn’t matter what the anger was directed at. Anger at that cowardly bastard who wields the power gained through doping as if it were his own, anger at Wilhelm hiding in the imperial palace and behaving obscenely while spraying drugs on his followers, and most of all, anger at myself for being helpless in the face of this situation. Until.

I am helpless. However, if I sit down here, Cordelia will die. Even if he doesn’t die, he’ll be seriously injured. After all, Cordelia dared to come back to this limb for me, and she set herself up as a shield. She can’t let her get hit here. Just as she moved for me, this time it’s my turn to move for her.

However, the body does not move. More precisely, it moves, but it moves too slowly. I can’t reach it like this I can’t stop John’s fist. Doesn’t it happen in real life to become stronger with anger? Was that a privilege granted only to the main characters in cartoons or movies?

Your eyes are bloodshot. Even now, destruction is approaching every minute. What is the main character I grind my teeth in frustration. To be honest, I was taking this incident lightly. I was optimistic with a complacent heart that everything would work out in the end anyway. Because it has always been Even when Seol-ah was imprisoned by Wilhelm and when Hestia was kidnapped, the case was eventually resolved when I moved. I thought it would be the same this time. Because I was thinking that I was the main character of this world.

In the end, that complacency drove things to this point. This is not what we call courage. It is arrogance and insolence. Please, if only I had one more chance. I wouldn’t have made it this way. Regret and remorse pierce my heart.

And at that moment, a crack opened in the frozen world. It is thrilling as if electricity is running from the tips of the fingers and toes. As if releasing a pair of scissors, the extremities of the body slowly began to move. In a world where everything is still, only I am moving. The moment I realized that, my body had already moved towards Cordelia.

Her senses disappear one by one with each step she takes towards her. No, this is not going away. It is to throw away useless things.

The sound disappears first. The sound of Cordelia crying, the sound of me gasping, the sound of the sword dragging on the floor, and other miscellaneous noises. The world becomes dark Filling the gap is the sound of my heart. John’s office, which is not very large, is filled with the sound of my heart. The sound is too loud. Even though it’s a sound coming from my body, I feel like I’m going to go deaf to that thump.

The next thing to disappear is color. Like an old film, the entire field of view is dyed in black and white. Cordelia’s white skin turned white, and the blood flowing from the corners of her mouth turned black. Everything loses its color and turns into monotonous black and white. The sense of smell and taste also disappeared. There was no longer the smell of cigarettes that wafted through the room, or the smell of alcohol that had rolled out of the display case and wet the floor. I couldn’t even feel the thick iron taste of the blood that filled my mouth.

And finally, everything except Cordelia and John disappeared. Have you ever had such an experience? It’s the rest of the focus so deeply on a certain target, the rest of the target is not coming into the eyes.

The space I am standing in is slowly collapsing. Just like the graphics in the game, the pieces scatter and disappear from view. The ceiling, floor, and walls disappear, followed by various clutter. The showcase that has already been bumped into and tattered several times, the desk admired for its unnecessarily luxurious taste, and the portraits of him that were ridiculed for being overly self-conscious all turn to dust and disappear one by one.

An empty space with nothing. Above it were just three people: me, Cordelia, and John. Before I knew it, I moved right behind Cordelia. Stretches his feet As if stepping on Jin-gak, he slams down the floor strongly. The weight carried above the limit rises backwards. Pass the calf, cross the waist. She already has a sword in her right hand. The target is John’s arm. As if to ask for an amputation, he lightly lifted the outstretched arm and cut it. Even though I had already been blocked several times, there was no hesitation in my movements.

-Seokkul.

John’s arm flew through the air. Blood spattered across his face, but he didn’t care. A sensation too cool to cut someone’s arm. It would be good to say that it is handmade. In response to that thrilling sensation, I squeezed my hand tightly and released it. It was then that screams were heard.

“Quaaagh!”

“Uh, huh?”

The world has returned to its original form. As if everything up until now had been a lie, everything went back to normal. The sound, the color, the smell, the taste, and the place where I am standing right now.

With her body shrunken, Cordelia, who was trembling, raised her head slightly and was shocked. She looked back and forth between John’s missing arm and my face, then narrowed her eyes. She asked me

“Mikhail, what is this… ?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t really know.”

What is this… , The question would have had several meanings. What the hell just happened, how did you do it, where did this power come from all of a sudden…. But unfortunately, I couldn’t give any answer as of now. What do I do when I don’t even know anything? I answered in a low voice that only she could hear. I don’t know anything either.

No, actually, I’m not sure if what I just went through is real. The only evidence that I’ve slipped into an unknown state for a moment is John over there, talking nonsense and waving his vanished arm.

After a while, John, who came to his senses, put a blood clot in his throat and chewed it up and spat it out.

“You bastard, what witchcraft… !”

“For witchcraft, the medicine you took was witchcraft.”

Is it a national rule to accuse oneself of witchcraft if he or she is attacked? I don’t think that’s what a man who has tripled doping, the sorcery itself, would say. At my rebuttal, he screamed in rage. He spits low-level swear words as if he has nothing to say.

“What a bastard!”

“If you twist it, come in.”

Even at my provocation, he hesitated for a moment. Is it that being angry is being angry, and fighting is something else? It seemed that he was a little taken aback by the unexpected blow. It was fortunate for me. To be honest, it was fine to call it a real limit. Even if I really gathered all my remaining strength, once, more than that would be impossible.

However, the opponent has only a handful of time left. Even the time that was left would have been blown away with serious wounds from the previous blow, so the other side would also be impatient.

By the time he tried to attack Cordelia earlier, he was probably ready to die. What drives him right now is pure vengeance toward me. Of course, as for me, I want to get revenge on me for what the hell I did, but how can I know what’s going on in the bad guy’s head?

John soon got back into his stance. He lost his dominant hand and his posture was sloppy, but the ignorant body specs could not be ignored.

I instinctively noticed. The fact that this is the last. Whoever overcomes this battle is the final winner. This long and tedious battle has finally come to an end. The warm sunlight of the morning was slowly shining through the window. Early in the morning, it is time for merchants to prepare for the day’s business.

John’s free arm comes into view. Again, the target is the arm. Where did the courageous momentum from earlier go? Because of his missing opposite arm, he is unable to keep his balance straight. I have no intention of being subjected to such an attack.

Gives strength to the hand holding the sword. There is nothing particularly different from before. He puts his feet forward, gathers strength from his lower body, and swings it. It’s not that difficult. However, many people devote their entire lives to this easy task. Me too.

John’s fist approaches. Just a little more, just a little more… , Now! Put on weight!

“Ehh?!”

And the next moment, I staggered away with an unsightly sound. The timing was perfect, but my legs gave out.

It was only then that I realized that the previous blow was a movement that exceeded the limits of the body. It seems that the consumption of physical strength was more intense than I thought. I straightened my posture again, but I couldn’t correct the already deviated trajectory.

Damn it, I can’t reach you at this rate. Come here… ! I gritted my teeth. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t retrieve the sword that had already been extended. The posture has already collapsed as if it were about to collapse.

At the moment of resignation, the window was broken with a loud spirit.

“Yaaa!”

“Crazy?!”

Breaking the window with his foot, the assailant broke in and hit John’s wide back with a drop kick. His balance, which was already unstable, completely collapsed, and eventually he began to stumble and fall toward me. This way you can reach it. Sure to reach

-Seoguk

“Quaaagh!”

Once again, John’s screams of pain rang out with a terrifying destructive sound.