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How long has it been? Unlike in the beginning, he stood in front of me in a somewhat polite manner.

"S-stop! I don't know what it is, but it's all my fault! So, please stop…"

My attacks seem to be of no use.

A camouflage technique that can even hide from my skills, and a mysterious ability to recover no matter how many times I kill him.

Suddenly, I became interested in him. So I picked up my sword and asked.

"Why did you come to me?"

"A-are you finally willing to listen to what this king has to say?"

Somehow, I felt like there was indignant in his voice, but it was probably an illusion. There's no way he'll be hurt after being attacked by what he found to be just an itch, right?

I looked at the restless man for a moment and nodded slowly.

"Hmm…I think it'll be okay if it's just for a moment."

"T-thank you! Thank you very much!"

He called himself 'Purson,' the 5th devil who ruled a part of the devildom.

Various dimensions have been confirmed in this day and age and it was commonplace to see otherworld existences on Earth.

'Beast' species with hair all over their body like an animal, or the 'Dwarf' species like the ones from fairy tales.

Coincidentally, my mother was of mixed blood, so there was nothing strange about the sudden appearance of a devil.

More important than that was his purpose for approaching me.

"This king wishes for your cooperation."

"Exactly what do you want from me?"

"Help this king conquer Earth."

Conquer Earth. The ambition that countless villains have dreamt of came out of his mouth.

Originally, I wasn't interested in such childish power-play, but suddenly I thought it would be fun to conquer Earth.

Even if it wasn't fun, I was suffering from a lack of content…So this is great.

And, gaining new achievements was the fate all gamers strive towards.

I quickly made up my mind.

"If you help this king, I'll give you the authority to colonize this place on behalf of this king after Earth is conquered. And if you want power, this king will bless you…"

Purson listed a series of benefits I could get if I join the Demon Army. Having already made a decision, I interjected his speech.

"Okay. Let's do that–"

"Also, if you want a girl…Hmm? What did you just say?"

"I said okay."

"J-just like that? Ah, no. That's an excellent choice, human! You'll never regret what happened today! Hahaha!"

As if he was relieved, Purson chuckled to himself while looking at the sky. Then, as if he had come to his senses, he coughed and adjusted himself.

"Hmm, t-this king was out of shape for a while. Forget what you just saw."

"Yeah. I understand."

"Hmm! Good. Humans these days have manners. Okay, let's move to the Demon Army…"

Swish–!

"Keuk!"

Taking advantage of his carelessness, I cut Purson's body one last time. As expected, the sensation I felt from my hands was good.

"Hmm…"

But it wasn't effective this time either. Purson's body quickly returned to its original state, and he asked in a trembling voice.

"W-why this time?"

"Nothing. Just to be sure."

"…"

That's how I joined the Demon Army.

* * *

Purson's skill was greater than I had thought.

He used the allure of blessing power to recruit superhumans one by one.

When a person gets a taste of meat, they would be hard pressed to go back to eating grass.

Superhumans born with stronger power than others in the first place couldn't easily resist the opportunity to become stronger.

As a result, most of the villains on Earth joined the Demon Army, and even top-ranked heroes, who were well-known, began to betray humanity.

It is said that the devil's specialty is seduction…Looking at this, it seems the saying was true.

However, human resistance was also formidable.

Just as hope is hidden in the word despair, righteous heroes who have yet to fall were willing to sacrifice their bodies to protect the peace of Earth.

And those who were impressed by their dedication finally united beyond race and ideology.

"Let's get rid of the Demon Army!"

"We won't lose!"

"Raise your sword for mankind!"

With the thought that even if their life ends today, if they could pass on tomorrow to the next generation…

No one hesitated to give up their lives.

The heroes who survived up till now that stood at the forefront,

The one who don't have power but were willing to hold a gun,

The one who didn't even have that but fought with stones in their hands.

The mountain of corpses piled up every day, but step by step, mankind moved forward.

And finally.

Humanity's Allied Forces succeeded in reclaiming the 'Hero Association' headquarters, which stood as a symbol of Earth.

"Waaah! We can do it!"

"We can do it!"

"Let's use this momentum to get rid of them!!"

The morale of the Allied Forces was higher than ever, and on the contrary, the superhuman who had betrayed humanity became agitated within the Demon Army.

And then, Purson spoke to me in a relaxed manner.

"Human. It's your turn to step up."

"Okay."

I visited the key heroes that made up the coalition one by one and killed them, and as a result, the Allied Forces, which had resisted so much, collapsed completely in less than a month.

Eventually, the Demon Army conquered Earth.

It was a little empty ending that was different from what I had expected, but I thought it was pretty good content that had soothed my boredom.

If I had to rate it, I'd give it a 5 out of 10.

Anyways…

As it turned out, there was more content after that.

* * *

"Human. You've done a great job so far."

The 5th devil Purson said.

His swirling face still felt unpleasant every time I saw it.

I opened my mouth looking at that kind of face.

"No. It was a contract in the first place, so it's obvious…Is this the reward for my hard work?"

I stared at the red portal behind him.

Through the portal, the main base of the devildom, which existed in Hell, was constantly coming over.

In addition, the traitors of mankind, who have been flattering me, stood side by side next to them as they built a siege.

How should I interpret this? Did I get betrayed?

That seems to be the case, as I watched them snickering. I guess this kind of development was inevitable.

"Haa."

I sigh without realizing it.

I've betrayed people many times, but I can't believe there would come a day when I get betrayed like this.

And this time, other devils and high-level demons, who were very determined to hide even in the war against mankind, were also coming over through the portal.

Because of the magic power they gave off, even just standing here made my skin itch.

Will I be able to win if I fight them?

I quickly measure their strength in my head. The answer could be seen without having to think for a long time.

This…is going to be hard.

Perhaps if I bear with some sacrifices, I may be able to deal with about half of them.

No matter how much I thought about it, it was too much.

However, even if I choose to run away, it was only a temporary measure.

Once Earth's takeover fully started, it was clear that the demons would regain their original power more and more.

Then the odds will be even lower than it is now…

It was indeed a dilemma. I gave another quick sigh.

Purson stared at me like that, then he took the initiative to shamelessly bow his head to me.

"I'm sorry about this. However, this was inevitable, even for this king."

"What's the reason? I definitely made it clear that I wasn't interested in ruling the world."

"It's not because of that. Rather, this king had insisted that you be entrusted with the position of ruling Earth."

"Then what's up with this? There must be a reason."

Perhaps it was difficult for Purson to speak, he hesitated for a while and slowly opened his mouth.

"…That's because you're too evil and dangerous."

"Me? That's incomprehensible."

Who the hell is he talking to? I never imagined that I would hear such a thing from the mouth of the devil who wanted to conquer Earth.

However, Purson, perhaps not thinking so, suddenly screamed back.

"Y-you abominable bastard! Why are you pretending to be innocent? Have you already forgotten about the past?! How many allies do you think you have killed because you were bored?"

At Purson's words, the demons and villains that surrounded me shook their heads with a sympathizing expression.

I can't believe it.

I've been working so hard. Should I be treated like this just for killing a few people?

This is why I hate team games. The moment I let my guard down, I became a victim of politics.

So I kindly reminded them of one important fact that they seem to be forgetting.

"Isn't my contribution worth more than that?"

"T-that's true but…On top of that, didn't you play tricks on this king every night? Like saying how your hands felt good. H-how dare you say such rude things! This king isn't your toy!"

"It's an itchy attack like a bug to Purson anyway. No way…Are you going to kill me for that?"

"…"

Purson shook his body and dropped his head, as if he had nothing to say.

Soon, he spoke in a voice that had regained its calmness.

"In fact…there's another reason why you must die."

"What's that?"

"Even now, I'm sure you're still growing stronger. The limit to your power is unknown. Nevertheless, we still don't even know the identity of your ability."

"So. Are you going to spare me if I tell you what my ability is?"

"I'm sorry, but it's too late. With the troops here, Satan had ordered me to remove you. So you'll surely die here today."

Purson said firmly. The faith in his voice was so firm that it sounded as if he was proclaiming the Earth to be round.

And I realized. Everything I've done in this game up to here will end.

As expected…Is that the only way?

It wasn't the ending I wanted, but it might be a good stage to finish this game.

Only to kill me, so many troops had gathered.

But…

That's also a different matter.

I've always tried to enjoy my life.

Rather than complaining, I looked at the world positively, and thanks to that, I was able to laugh at most things without getting angry.

But if there's one thing. If there's something I can't stand–

That's, the ones who disturb me when I'm enjoying my games.

Like those guys standing in front of me right now.

And until now, such humans who have no respect for games have never been kept alive.

It's been a while since I felt this way.

I controlled my boiling anger and told Purson.

"Then, I have one last favor to ask of you."

"Anything except sparing you."

"Purson. I want to know who you are. I've never seen your face."

Purson, who heard me, seemed shocked for a moment, but soon nodded calmly as if he had understood something.

"Okay. If that's your last wish, I'll grant it."

He took off the hood of the robe he was wearing slowly.

White hair flows down like snow through the peeled hood.

And as he touched the vortex on his face, the constant swirl began to subside.

"You had that kind of face."

His face…No, her face looked much younger than I had thought.

A girl with dark dark brown skin like coffee and purple eyes like my mother.

If it weren't for the small horns on her forehead, I might have thought she was an ordinary girl.

After arranging her pressed hair, she greeted me in an elegant manner.

"Let me introduce myself again. This king is the 5th demon to inherit the title of devil, the one called Purson."

I stared at her in detail to capture her image in my head.

"That face. I'll never forget it in my next life."

"Is that so…? Yes, you deserve to resent this king"

"No. That's all right for now. More than that, don't you want to know what my ability is?"

"…What is it?"

Purson widened her eyes and leaned forward.

She had acted as if she didn't need to know it a while ago, but I guess she was curious about my ability.

"I call my ability Gamer."

"Gamer?"

I activated my ability. A translucent hologram window came into view.

Status window. A unique ability that only I own and can see on Earth.

It was filled with numerous achievements that I have gained so far. In itself, the status window was the history of my life.

It's a shame I'm going to die leaving all this behind.

As I manipulated the menus in the status window, I spoke without concern.

"Gamer literally means people who play games. Oh, you may not know because you have only lived in Hell."

"If it's a game, then this king knows. Isn't it a toy that humans play with? But apart from that, I don't know what you mean even after hearing that."

Purson frowned as if it was difficult to understand.

I kept rummaging through the status window while ignoring her. And soon after, I was able to find the skill I wanted.

Classification: Special

Grade: EX

Effect: Turn off the game and start over.

*1 Available use left.

After gaining numerous achievements, I was barely able to obtain a bonus life.

Originally, I was going to enjoy my life until I was 100 years old and use it before I die, but now I had no choice.

Because I don't have to stall any longer, I looked at Purson and smiled.

"If you're really curious, it would be a good idea to experience it yourself."

"W-wait, human! What are you trying to do?"

Perhaps she felt something from me, Purson immediately launched an attack. But in the first place, she wasn't my opponent.

The flames of hell she created with mana were blocked by the transparent barriers I had created and disappeared.

"E-everyone, attack him right now! We have to stop him!"

She shouted urgently, and the demons on standby rushed at me.

It's already too late.

[Do you want to use the skill One Coin?]

[By using the skill, one use will be deducted.]

"Use it."

[The game will now restart.]

At that moment, the sky turned black.

And…

As if a TV had turned off, the world began to erase quickly from the edge of my gaze.

"R-run away!"

"We'll disappear if we're touched by the darkness! Run at full speed!"

"S-save me! Kyaak!"

The demons who came over from the portal, and even the villains who were blessed by the devils fell.

Everyone became fine dust and disappeared. I spoke leisurely while looking at such a landscape.

"Wow, this is spectacular."

"Y-you crazy bastard! Are you trying to die together?"

Purson stood in place, trembling.

It was my first time using this skill, so I had only vaguely guessed the effect. I didn't know there would be such a wonderful production.

I felt relieved to see the people who had betrayed me screaming. With a smile from the bottom of my heart, I spoke.

"I'm looking forward to the day we meet again."

"Death is fair to all beings, so what do you expect after death?!"

"Nothing."

"You're crazy! It was this king's mistake to involve a dangerous human like you in the first place!"

"Is that so? I'm so sorry to hear that. From the bottom of my heart, I'm truly grateful to have met you."

"…What do you mean?"

"Didn't you set a new goal for me? I was bored because I ran out of content. Because of this, I think I know what I should do in the next game to have fun."

"Human…As expected, you're crazy."

Purson disappeared after saying that.

"She's gone. I didn't even get to thank her."

Lastly, I wanted to cut her body again, but it was a pity.

And in fact, what I said to her was sincere.

It was a pity that this happened, but thanks to her, I realized one thing.

Why have I never thought of becoming a hero?

There are so many villains in the world.

Rather than waiting for the heroes to come to me, I think there would be much more to enjoy if I went after the villains instead.

If I was a hero…I can kill villains at will.

It was legally true.

Not only can I take revenge against those who stabbed me in the back, there's even the large-scale content called the demon invasion…

My heart began to throb for the first time in a while.

Although this game didn't end in the form I had wanted, isn't it good if a more interesting sequel awaits?

In the end, whether I'm a hero or not, the game just needs to be fun.

Am I looking forward to this?

When I looked down, the darkness was also encroaching towards my body. Looking at the place where Purson had disappeared, I spoke.

"Let's meet again. You and I."

That's how everything disappeared.

The world returned to complete nothingness, and everywhere was colored with darkness.

It felt like my eyes were closed. In such a state, I carefully lifted my eyelids.

Then, with the familiar scenery of a basement, I could see myself standing in front of a mirror.

"I'm really back."

The second round has begun.

And…

I thought perhaps the genre of the game this time is like a true RPG, one where the hero defeats the villains.

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Chapter 3

I slowly looked around after opening my eyes.

A half-basement where no sun came in. Yellow-colored wallpaper and sticky floorboards.

And even the sour smell of drugs that stimulated the tip of my nose.

It was a memorable scene.

Is this when I was still living in the slums?

Rather than feeling happy, an unpleasant feeling washed over me as I looked at the basement.

It seems that I have gone back 20 years to when I was about 12 years old, before I had run away from my father.

I observed the reflection in the mirror to be sure.

Skinny enough where my ribs showed, and about 130cm in height.

The messy hair that grew randomly and the face that looks so beautiful one can mistake it for a girl.

And…Even the purple eyes I inherited from my mother.

Perhaps because I don't remember exactly what I looked like in the past, the sight reflected in the mirror felt quite unfamiliar.

I was smaller and younger than how I recalled, and above all, my expression was too gloomy.

It was an unpleasant look.

Clicking my tongue, I checked my status window out of habit.

Body: 0.59

Dexterity: 1.35

Mana: 0.18

Spirit: 1.12

*0 Fragment of Growth

All my levels and skills were reset as if I had created a new character in an RPG game.

It's to be expected…

From the moment I used 'One Coin,' I had already guessed to some extent that this would happen.

However, I couldn't help but feel dejected when I looked at the empty status window.

Where do I even begin to get it all back again?

I forced myself to swallow a sigh that was about to leak out and began to check the functions of the system one by one.

Just like when I first awakened my ability, most of the system's functions were locked.

It seems to be so…Is it the same this time?

As soon as I was about to close the status window, an unfamiliar word caught my eye.

[Inherit]

It was a function I've never seen before. In addition, for some reason, this function wasn't in a deactivated gray color but a selectable white color.

Maybe…?

One hypothesis crossed my mind. If the meaning of the word 'inherit' is the same as what I know, in general, there was only one such case found in games.

Ignoring my pounding chest, I selected the menu.

Then, unlike the usual blue window, a strange red window came to mind.

[On 2nd playthrough, you can inherit one of your skills from the 1st playthrough.]

[One of the following skills can be inherited.]

(1)

Classification: General

Grade: B

(2)

Classification: Mortal

Grade: C

(3)

Classification: Magic

Grade: B

(4)

Classification: Ability

Grade: D

The skills that I can choose unfolded before my eyes.

General, Mortal, Magic, and even an Ability. Except for special skills, all kinds of skills were displayed one by one.

Their grades weren't very high, but they were some of the best skills I had until the very end.

"So it's like this as well."

Sometimes there were games like this. The types of games developed under the assumption of having infinite rounds right from the beginning.

And most of those games were designed to allow gamers to retain some of the abilities gained from the previous rounds.

As my ability 'gamer' reflected most games, perhaps this part also seemed to have a similar function.

This…Isn't it going to be easier than I thought?

No matter how much experience and knowledge I have, I was only a child with humble stats.

However, it's a different story if I can get a decent skill from the start.

I can't help but think how to use this opportunity to its fullest.

Naturally, it wasn't as good as the destructive skills I had used in the past, but the skills here were still good enough to be used.

Revenge will come a little quicker, I thought.

Looking over the list of skills, I agonized over which one to inherit. When I was deep in thought, I heard a familiar voice in my ears.

Bang–!

"Choi Noah! Come out right now!"

It's my father's voice. Like a dog that has been trained for a long time, my body reacted reflexively before anything else.

"I'll be right there!"

As soon as I opened the door and was about to run out, I suddenly saw myself reflected in the mirror next to me.

In the mirror, the boy was smiling brightly as if he had met the person he was glad to see.

* * *

Guangcheng District. In other words, 'the city of light.'

This street, which makes you think it would be a very sacred and beautiful place just by its name, was actually one of the world's most notorious lawless areas.

The origin of the name was also because the lights from the slums that were built along the mountain looked like a large fortress when viewed from the city at night.

This place was filled with all kinds of villains who were hiding from the eyes of the heroes, in addition illegal migrants who came from the different worlds.

As such, my father who lived here was no ordinary person either.

He was working for the Turbak Brotherhood, a notorious drug cartel. And although his grade was low, he was a villain with the power of acceleration.

For this reason, even in Guangcheng where power is everything, my father has been able to survive for quite a long time.

The same father looked at me and spoke.

"Noah."

Whenever my father asked me to do something unreasonable, he would call me by anything but my last name.

He used to actively utilize my identity as a child. For example, delivering drugs to avoid check-ups or leaking false information to the police who were looking for him.

"There's something I want you to do."

As expected, my father wants me to run an errand.

Now, such things seemed too insignificant, but I still wanted to hear what he wanted me to do.

"What should I do?"

Recalling the memories of the past, I tried to make a scared expression.

What was the expression of being scared? It's been a while since I did it, so my facial muscles moved awkwardly.

However, my father only said what he had to say as if he wasn't interested in such acting.

"Take this first."

My father stuck out a brown paper bag. I thought it was a drug delivery, but it was heavier than I had thought when I received it.

I could feel the hard touch of metal over the thin bag.

"Go to Hairy's house."

As soon as I heard that, I immediately realized. Today was the day.

In that case, does it mean that he's still alive?

In fact, old man Hairy was a police officer who was investigating the Turbak Brotherhood and had infiltrated their organization.

Naturally the organization had gotten wind of it and was going to eliminate him.

As a result, I, who couldn't be subject to legal punishment, was mobilized to kill the old man.

Thinking about it now, I may have to thank my father.

Because of this, I was able to realize the truth that life was a game.

Hiding my innermost thoughts, I asked casually.

"What should I do there?"

"There's a handgun in the bag. It's a gun with a weak recoil, so you can handle it easily. So go now and kill Hairy with that gun."

Instead of answering, I took the handgun out of the bag and looked at it. The sleek automatic handgun caught my eyes.

The tool I had used for my first murder. It was as if I was looking at a basic item provided to beginners. I even felt happy to see it.

When I was looking at the handgun without saying a word, perhaps because my father misunderstood me, he added in a tone that seemed as if to reassure me.

"If you kill Hairy, I'll let you meet Helena."

"…Mom?"

Ah, that's right. He also said this back then.

"Yeah. The reason why Helena suddenly disappeared was because of Hairy's harassment. Don't you know his temper? So if you take care of this well, your mom will be able to come back without worry."

"…"

In fact, I could roughly guess where my mother was. Probably rotting somewhere in an unknown hill by now.

I only found out later, but the day my mother disappeared, I heard that my father and the organization had easily found her.

In a way, it might have been obvious because she was playing games with me in a relaxed manner instead of running away.

And the result was that she had died after cruel torture.

Unfortunately, however, when I came back here after learning about it, my father and all other cartel members had already been wiped out.

Whether it was at the hands of a hero, or in a struggle with another organization, I wasn't too clear on the matter.

I've always felt uneasy because of this…I can't believe I got this opportunity.

I felt like I was going to lose control and laugh. Giving strength to my lips that crept up, I replied to my father.

"Okay. You can count on me."

"Yes. I'm so proud of you! Your mother will be proud to see you like this. By the way…Do you know how to use a gun?"

My father looked at me with uncertainty, afraid that things might go wrong. So I reassured him with a confident smile.

"Of course. Do you want me to show you?"

I grasped the handgun with both holds. As expected from the body of a child, this small gun felt quite heavy.

"Oh! You're pretty good! When did you learn how to hold a gun?"

My father was quite pleased, perhaps because he felt my posture was passable.

Just like that, I turned the gun towards my father.

"W-wait a minute! You can't carelessly point a gun at people like that!"

"Really? Hmm…But can I try shooting it once to practice?"

"What?"

"It might not hurt if you get hit lightly."

"Y-you crazy punk!"

Bang–!

It simply happened in an instant.

My father accelerated his body to try and dodge the bullet.

"Keuk!"

But no matter how fast a person is, can it be faster than a bullet? My father fell to the floor bleeding.

"…Y-you punk! I'll kill you!"

My father tried to force himself to stand up while holding the area where he had been shot. Seeing the tendons sticking out of his forehead, it seemed to be very difficult.

Bang–!

"Kueaak!"

I shot him once more–this time in the leg–so he could comfortably lay down. He rolled around on the floor with an unsightly look.

Looking at my father in such a state, I was reminded of the old days.

In the past, it had been me in his position.

I approached my father who was wailing like he was about to cry. And, with a different attitude than before, he begged me.

"Heuk! Noah! Why are you doing this…? How can a son shoot his father?"

His eyes shook pitifully. It was a familiar expression that people always made while looking at me.

As expected, a single bullet works better than a hundred words. Fast, economical. How great is it?

"Come to think of it, I remember what father used to say whenever you hit me."

Click–

I checked the bullet chamber. Well, there are still enough bullets.

"I think…what father said at that time…The law of the world is you do what the strong tell you to do."

"N-Noah…?"

His face was colored with fear. What little hope he had left gradually turned into despair.

I've always liked to watch the dramatic changes on people's faces. As expected, the production of the game called life is too detailed.

"Hmm…No matter how I look at it, I think I'm stronger than father."

"T-that's…"

"Yeah, why did you abuse me when you were weaker than me?"

"H-hold on, Noah! I'll explain everything…"

Bang–!

It sounded like he wanted to say something, but I was too lazy to listen, so I just put one more bullet into his head and chest.

I tend to skip event scenes that are clingy even when I play games.

My father breathed his last breath.

"Ha, refreshing."

It felt like I had solved a quest that I had accidentally passed when I was a beginner.

I've always been serious about games, so if I missed something like this, I wouldn't be able to sleep well because it would feel uncomfortable.

"Hmm…"

Thinking about the hardships I had faced in the past, I suddenly felt disgusted.

Bang–!

So, I put a few more bullets into the body until it became like a punctured teabag.

Then, a message that I have been waiting for came to my eyes.

[Level has risen.]

[Gained a Fragment of Growth.]

"Oh, a considerable amount of experience came."

Perhaps because he is a villain with superpowers, or because he is a person with some notoriety.

My level went up by as much as 2. As expected, the early quests are generous.

As soon as I thought that, one more window popped up in front of me.

[Gained achievement title 'Immoral.']

[Next selectable skill will vary depending on your achievements.]

"Hmm?"

This was an unexpected harvest.

In fact, in the first round, I killed like I was eating, but I had never killed a person who had blood relations to me.

So I didn't even know about this achievement…

[Immoral]

Trait: Bad Karma

Description: To kill even the one who gave birth to you…What an irredeemable villain you are!

I had a good feeling about this round.

"Huu…I've solved my overdue homework, so shall I make plans for the future?"

Every game has its own goal.

In the case of 'War of Stars,' the goal was to knock down the other race, and in the case of 'Raising a Princess,' the goal was to raise your daughter into a princess.

So, what is my goal in this game?

Revenge? Well, no.

Rather, the word 'punish' may be better suited. Because I don't really have a huge grudge against those bastards.

I just wanted to kill the bastards who had interrupted my game.

However, there was still a long time left before the demon invasion.

What should I do until then?

Honestly, for now, there was no specific plan except to grow stronger.

First of all, it'd be better to get a hero license, right?

In the past, I thought it would be nice not only to have a license, but also to have a high reputation as a hero.

Recalling the first round, it was much more difficult to deal with a revered hero than those who were simply strong.

This is because such heroes are the driving force behind gathering people in times of crisis.

"Okay. I'll first find a way to become a hero, and if possible, I can come up with a strategy to build up my reputation as well."

And ultimately, in order to punish the devils, I needed colleagues on my side.

Honestly, I didn't dare to deal with so many troops alone.

Therefore, it was necessary to raise potential heroes and improve humanity's power.

I'm going to be busy in the future.

After organizing my thoughts up to here, I suddenly became hungry.

Looking at my current physical condition, I seemed to have been starved for several days because I had done something wrong.

When I opened the refrigerator, there was a cold sandwich and coke left by someone.

After putting the sandwich in the microwave, I activated my status window.

The list of inheritance skills, which I didn't have the chance to pick a while ago due to my father's disruption, was displayed as it was.

[On 2nd playthrough, you can inherit one of your skills from the 1st playthrough.]

[One of the following skills can be inherited.]

(1)

Classification: General

Grade: B

(2)

Classification: Mortal

Grade: C

(3)

Classification: Magic

Grade: B

(4)

Classification: Ability

Grade: D

"Well, I should finish this matter."

In fact, they were all abilities that were too good to throw away. In my skill window that was plastered with S-class skills, these skills had also occupied a spot.

But…If I have to choose only one of these, the answer is already set.

After a moment of contemplation, I inherited a skill.

[You've learned the skill Phase Change.]

Along with the feeling of something flowing into my body, the information and senses that make up the skill became engraved in me.

Above the list that was completely empty, a skill appeared.

"Good."

Looking at the window, it somehow felt like I was reliving the spirit of a beginner.

If I was given the same chance in the past to pick a skill, I might have chosen another skill with a higher grade.

But now I know better. That the competence of the person is more important than the absolute grade of a skill.

"This skill is only D-grade, but…"

For me in the second round, more than anything, it'll be a powerful weapon.

== Translator's Note ==

1. Please report any typos, grammatical/spelling errors, sentences you find weird, and other etc…in the comment section

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Chapter 4

I checked the information of my newly inherited skill.

Classification: Ability

Grade: D

Description: Changes the body's state of matter.

*Elementary: Liquid

As expected, the inherited skill had also reset.

Just like when I first acquired the skill, I could only change my body into liquid.

I activated the skill to test.

*Liquid

With a stimulating sensation, my whole body began to shake.

My face was slowly flowing down like a Salvador Dali's painting when I looked at myself in the mirror.

Hmm…I think it can be considered a success based on my appearance.

It was too long ago that I used Phase Change when I was still a beginner, so it was necessary to get an accurate understanding of its limitations.

Looking around, I saw an old kitchen knife. I picked up the knife and slit my wrist.

Shish–

The knife passed through my body without any resistance as if it was cutting tofu. Also, the area where the knife passed was intact without a drop of blood.

Success.

Fortunately, even at the elementary level, this level of skill seems practical.

In fact, the reason why I chose this skill was because of its advantage of ignoring most of these kinds of physical attacks.

When it comes to most games, the priority should always be to protect oneself first.

It was a waste to throw away the other skills, but what I needed right now was the right means to protect this fragile body.

And if it's Phase Change, it'll be a good stepping stone to carry me to the end.

But for the time being, I didn't think I could use this skill as much as I used to.

Perhaps because of my low mental strength, I had only used it for a while before my head already felt dizzy and tired.

I guess my current limit is about 10 minutes.

Has this ever happened?

It's been a very long time since I felt this sensation, so the current situation itself felt fresh.

It's fun like this, but…I shouldn't leave it as it is.

After quickly releasing the skill, I opened my status window to distribute my stats.

Body: 0.59

Dexterity: 1.35

Mana: 0.18

Spirit: 1.12

*2 Fragments of Growth

Looking at my poor stats, I felt like I was going to sigh again. It's amazing that I have survived so far with these insignificant stats.

Well, I don't have a choice now.

In the end, whatever the skill is, it can only be used if my stamina can support it.

I invested all the Fragments of Growth I had into Body.

Body: 0.59 -> 1.21 (+0.62)

Dexterity: 1.35

Mana: 0.18

Spirit: 1.12

*0 Fragment of Growth

Oh?

Maybe I was lucky, but the stat rose more than I had expected. At best, I expected it to rise by 0.4 – 0.5. This was almost equivalent to 3 fragments.

I took off my clothes and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

The body, which used to be so skinny where even the ribs showed, has suddenly changed to a slim body with quite fine muscles. In addition, my eye level has strangely increased, perhaps because I grew a few centimeters taller.

I'm still skinny, but…if it's this much, I'm certain that I'm as strong as a normal adult.

After finishing everything, I took a big bite of the sandwich I had just warmed up.

"What!? What's this? What's wrong with the taste?"

The sandwich tasted like garbage.

No. When I was running away as a villain, the food I picked up from the trash was better than this.

When I opened the bread, there was thin tofu instead of ham or beef. Did he buy a vegetarian sandwich by mistake? I guess it was bound to taste bad.

"Why did my father put this in the refrigerator?"

Looks like I need to go out and buy my own food.

The moment I tossed the sandwich at my father's corpse and was about to rummage through his pocket–

Beep beep–

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door code being pressed at the entrance.

And without time for me to hide my father's body, the door opened and a high-pitch sound of high heels echoed through the house.

Clack–

Strapless blouse that reveals the shoulders and slim legs that go well with the miniskirt.

And…

Sharp teeth, and fur covering the whole body.

A wolf dressed in provocative clothes was walking into the corridor, wagging its tail.

Feoria.

The only child of the Turbak Brotherhood's boss, and the beastman girlfriend that my father was dating.

"Mister~ I'm here!"

I made eye contact with Feoria, but she looked for my father first as if she didn't care about me.

But the answer she was hoping for will never come.

On any other day, my father would have come out first, but today there was only cold silence.

"…Mister?"

Did she detect something was amiss? Feoria looked around the house with a puzzled look.

In a little bit. A sharp scream burst out of her mouth.

"Ahh! M-mister!"

Feoria threw away her purse and ran in front of my father's corpse.

"Ah, no! Mister! Don't die!"

She became frantic as she tried to stop the bleeding and did CPR. For a while she was at a loss for words and could only wail.

I wonder how long that lasted.

She slowly stood up and asked in a cold voice.

"…Who did this?"

The breath she exhaled chilled my skin. Is this what it feels like to stand in front of a beast?

In front of her anger, I started acting with all my heart.

"I don't know…I was in the basement when I heard gunshots…heuk!"

Then, I covered my face with both hands. I couldn't help it because I thought I would smile from the cheesy acting.

My acting was fairly good, right?

I wanted her to give me a high score for my acting, but I don't think she would.

"…Lie."

She approached me with a growl. Stepping backward, I replied.

"N-no I didn't! Why would I lie? Trust me. I-I'm also sad that my father died. How can you…"

"Smell."

"What?"

"Your small body smells like gunpowder."

"…"

Feoria looked convinced of everything. I noticed that the hidden claws on her feet were pushed out little by little.

She seemed to have already made up her mind to kill me, whether I was the culprit or not.

"Ah, um…That's…"

I was certain of that, and I didn't really have anything to say either.

"Haha, you caught me."

I smiled awkwardly at her.

Anyway, wolves are also dogs. There's no use trying to deceive their nose.

"…I'll chew you up and eat your bones!"

She rushed at me with her lightning fast movements.

* * *

Since young, Feoria has always felt that she was different.

"Dad, why do I have so much hair?"

She hated the fur on her body.

"Dad! I told you I don't like meat on the table!"

Unlike beastmen who traditionally preferred meat, she was a vegetarian who enjoyed eating salads.

Because of that, she has always agonized over her identity.

'Why was I born like this…?'

How nice would it have been to be born as a smooth-skinned human like the ones on TV, she thought.

Then she won't be teased for being a beast while walking down the street, and she won't be kicked out of restaurants for being hairy.

"Oh, my~ My cute Feoria. Were you worried about such a thing? But it's natural for beastmen to eat meat."

However, no one understood her feelings. All the people around her were either loyal to her father or a beastman like herself.

Everyone just told her that her thinking was wrong.

But then, one day. A man came under her father's wing.

And he said the following.

"Vegetarian? Well, as long as you like it. I also like tofu. I've been eating it a lot ever since I was released from prison."

For the first time, someone had recognized that she was 'different.'

From then on, she was unable to keep the thought of the man out of her head.

Strangely enough, whenever she thought of him, the tip of her ear would flare up and her tail would unconsciously flap.

As she went through puberty, such feelings became deeper and deeper. She spent each day imagining their relationship.

But…

"M-mister…Who is that woman?"

"Oh, this woman here? She's Helena. Someone who I've been living with for a while. Hey! Hurry up and say hello to the girl!"

"…Hello."

He had chosen a woman other than herself.

With soft, hairless skin, and a more beautiful appearance than any woman she had ever seen.

She wanted to immediately tear that pretty face with her claws. But she couldn't do that.

'Mister would hate me…'

So she endured and waited. She carried on her days like usual while blaming herself.

Then…After a long wait, an opportunity finally came to her.

The day when Choi went out on a faraway business trip for a transaction between organizations.

She approached Helena and whispered sweetly into her small, pretty ear.

"Don't you want to live freely?"

Helena hesitated. However, she accepted the offer shortly after when Feoria revealed that she was the boss' daughter.

She helped Helena as promised by giving her the password to the safe and the location of the hidden drugs. She even made a fake ID card for her to enter the city.

Helena thanked her several times before running away from the slums.

Glancing at her back, she called Choi.

"Uh, mister? I think you should come back right away. Ah, it's nothing special. The woman that was with you has stolen the organization's money and ran away."

Helena's escape route was already well known, so it wasn't that difficult to catch her.

She died like that, and Feoria was able to bond with Choi.

Anyway…

There was one more thing that she didn't like.

'That kid…'

The gloomy boy who always looked at her with a corpse-like gaze.

She could feel the traces of Helena every time she saw his purple eyes. She had to erase the last remnant of her.

'I'll have to deal with him someday.'

She waited for another opportunity. She was already an experienced hunter, and a hunter was used to waiting.

How many years has it been? She finally found a good justification to deal with the kid.

"Mister, you know the mole that we discovered recently, right? I'm talking about the Hairy guy."

"Yes. Even if you didn't tell me, I would have taken care of that punk…The problem is that since he's a police officer, one wrong move and I'll land in jail to rot for several years."

"I mean, I have a good idea. Do you want to hear it?"

She decided to coax Choi and use the child as a knife.

It would be great if everything went well and the police officer was removed, but it was even better if things didn't go well and the child was beaten and killed by Hairy.

'Wasn't today the day of the plan?'

It's been a really long wait.

But the wait ends today. Then she can enjoy living with Choi, who she has wanted so much.

'There should be results by now, right?'

She opened the front door in anticipation of the outcome. But…

"Haha, I got caught."

Her beloved mister had become a cold corpse, and the abominable little boy was smiling in front of her.

She looked down at Choi's body.

There were so many holes here and there that it was hard to guess how many times he was shot. This wasn't done in retaliation between organizations.

'…How painful it must have been.'

Choi's inaudible scream lingered in her ears.

What her father had told her came to mind again.

[Humans call beastmen beasts, but this world was full of people who were worse than beasts.]

And in front of her now, there was a human waste that would even kill his father who had given birth to him.

Today, for the first time in her life, she thanked God for having been born a beast.

She was given claws to tear up trash like this.

"…I'll chew on your bones!"

*Berserk

Her heart began to beat faster than ever.

Blood pumped through every blood vessel in her body like crazy and the dormant wildness within her woke up.

She felt as if every vein in her body was about to burst as her vision turned red. And in the red-colored world, she ran like a ray of light.

"Die!!!"

The claws she took out for the first time in her life were sharper than any that belonged to a predator.

It is said that the force of a lion's front paws is about 3 tons. And now the force of her claws were comparable to that.

The boy in front of her stood still without any reaction.

Pak–!

In front of an angry beast, the skull was crushed like soft tofu.

Crushed debris scattered everywhere.

Time that seemed to have froze returned to normal.

"Heuk…Heuk…"

The moment she exhaled, the boy fell to the floor with his head missing.

Her revenge was over, but her beloved mister is gone forever.

She felt empty at that fact as tears flowed down.

"Why…why…?"

She grabbed the corpse and shook it.

"You promised me that we would live a happy life together…So why are you lying here!?"

If she had plucked up her courage a little earlier so he wouldn't have met that woman.

"If I had…This wouldn't have happened."

Next to the man's corpse, there was a sandwich with a bite taken from it. It was a half-eaten tofu sandwich she had made a few days ago.

The man had said he would keep it in the refrigerator because he couldn't eat it and that it would be a waste to throw away.

"Fool! That's why I told you to eat it right away! You didn't even finish it…Get up quickly! Get up and eat!"

While sobbing like that, a young voice was heard from behind her back.

"Oh, you made the sandwich? It wasn't delicious at all."

"?!"

She looked back with her fur standing on ends. The boy she had killed moments ago, the one with his head missing, was standing there.

"Oh? Are you crying now?"

The boy was smiling as if teasing a crying child.

'What's going on here? Is it a ghost?'

She swung her claws at the small boy who was approaching her little by little.

But…

"W-what are you?!"

Little by little, her claws were sucked in and became embedded in the boy's body. It was as if her arm had been inserted into sticky mud.

With a creepy sensation, she hurriedly tried to push it out with her other hand, but instead, both hands became stuck.

Even with her arms stuck in the boy's body, he was still smiling.

"L-let me go! Let go of me!"

The more she struggled, the more she was sucked into the swamp. She couldn't run away.

The boy's face was getting closer and closer. The distance was close enough for their lips to touch at any moment now.

She could see the boy's purple eyes through his covered hair.

Eyes that are empty like a cold corpse. And the moment she peeked at the brutality beyond that, for the first time in her life, she felt fear.

Her frightened face was reflected in the boy's transparent eyes.

The slum villains who are known for their wickedness, and her father, who people feared, compared to the boy she's facing now, all of them are like a joke you tell children.

'This bastard…'

It wasn't like this just a few days ago, so what happened since then?

The boy opened his mouth.

"Nuna, didn't you say that you were going to chew me up?"

"T-that…No, I've never said that"

"No, you don't have to refuse."

"W-wait a minute! Please! Ah, Please…"

"Eat up. Nuna."

The boy's face drew closer. Through her mouth and nostrils, unidentified flesh began to seep in.

"Keuk! Ha! Heuk!"

It didn't stop and continued to pour in.

'S-stop!'

She screamed, but only nonsensical babbling noises came out of her mouth. She was suffocating.

Her nose hurt like the time she was drowning, and her stomach also gradually swelled.

Then, at some point…All of that began to feel comfortable.

She thought, isn't there a saying that people who are on their last breath as they drown, the secretion of hormones makes them feel better?

With the feeling of gradually becoming drowsy, she saw a cozy and bright light.

'Mister…'

And then her world turned black.

* * *

"Ack! Pftpft!"

I released my skill and turned back to normal after unintentionally helping Feoria wash her intestines.

There were unknown pieces of food stuck all over my body. Looking at my pathetic appearance, I sighed without realizing it.

"I'm never doing this again."

A peculiar animal smell permeated my whole body.

I looked at Feoria's body lying on the floor.

Perhaps because there was no apparent trauma, it looked like she had fallen asleep.

"Wait, or is she pretending?"

She wasn't breathing at the moment, but you never know.

Bang–!

I put a bullet between her forehead. And just like that…

Ding–!

[Level has risen.]

[Gained a Fragment of Growth.]

[You've reached level 4. From now on, the inventory function will be available.]

As expected, I shouldn't let my guard down until I see the level up. There was no way to check my experience through the status window, so it was better to make it clear in this regard.

After confirming Feoria's death, I searched her pocket freely and looted the items.

There was no cash and only cards in her purse. I can't believe she doesn't have cash when she's the daughter of the Turbak Brotherhood's boss.

I was going to need money to live in the city from now on…

In the previous round I killed Hairy and looted the cash, but now that I see it, my father and Feoria didn't have much cash.

Should I just go rob Hairy one more time?

The moment I was agonizing over it, I heard a notification sound once again.

Ding–!

[Challenge – Clean Up the Bandits.]

Condition: Assassinate Yifret, the boss of the Turbak Brotherhood.

Period: 1 Week.

Reward: 1x Random Box (Low).

"Oh!"

It's been a long time since I've seen a Challenge. Perhaps because I had become too strong in the past.

I had forgotten about its existence.

Challenges are a must if I can do them.

There was no penalty for giving up or failing a Challenge. It was just difficult to complete because the difficulty of the task itself is high.

Still, it was better to try if possible.

On top of that, I'm in need of money…

The timing was just right.

He's probably a D-class villain, right?

Honestly, it's almost impossible to secretly assassinate a superhuman with the power I have now, but…

Well, does it have to have no witnesses for it to be an assassination?

After sitting down for a while and devising a strategy, I left the house with the items I needed in my inventory.

"When you're a beginner, catching wolves and bandits is the norm."

I didn't feel so bad about being a beginner right now.

== Translator's Note ==

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Chapter 5

Turbak Brotherhood's senior executive, 'Lucky.'

Even in an organization full of thugs, he was particularly known for his fearlessness.

A brave vanguard in the struggle against other crime organizations.

Known to mercilessly murder families of his enemies at times, he was a man with the heart of a beast. A man among men.

It can also be said that he was a model gangster, one that the younger members admired.

However, he had a secret that even he couldn't reveal…

'It's time for the news.'

Lucky lit a cigarette and pulled out his smartphone. Then with familiar hand gestures, he accessed a site he had saved.

In the next instant, a cute girlish screen appeared on his smartphone.

[Lady Fortune's Fortune Telling Hall]

That's right.

He was actually a terrible occult maniac who believed in superstition enough to cancel all schedules on a bad day.

Currently, the site he was accessing was one of those fortune blogs that was famous for its fortune telling.

He quickly entered his zodiac sign and blood type before pressing the confirm button.

Then…

[Today is the day you reap the karma you've accumulated so far. If you have accumulated bad karma, you'll face an unbearable misfortune today. May you rest in peace…No, good luck.]

'W-what's this?'

Lucky stared at his smartphone with raised eyebrows.

It was an ominous fortune. It was a scarier fortune than any that he had ever seen.

'Reap my karma?'

He recalled the evil deeds he had committed. Just a quick thought and he already knew it was a life sentence to imprisonment.

For him to reap the karma he has accumulated so far…

'I-isn't this dangerous?'

The phrase 'unbearable misfortune' continued to flash across his eyes.

His spine became numb and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

Lucky didn't have a good feeling.

He grabbed the talisman hidden in his wallet tightly and put out the cigarette.

'Damn it, I need to head home and hide safely first…'

At that moment, a sharp scream penetrated his ears.

"Keuaak! S-stop! Stop it!"

In the middle of a spacious warehouse. A beastman tied to a chair was screaming.

He was currently being electrocuted with a cover over his eyes.

Around him, ten members of the organization were enjoying the show.

"What do you think, hyung? It's very electrifying, isn't it?"

"Punk. Did you think we would sit still while you sell out us brothers? Do we look easy because we called you hyung?"

"Huh? You dirty traitor."

Recently, it was discovered that Hairy was a police officer, and along with it was the informant who had been communicating with him.

The so-called second lieutenant.

He had betrayed the organization for the sake of a reduced jail sentence.

And for the Turbak Brotherhood, betrayal was the same as death.

"Haha, shall we increase the output a bit more?"

"Ah, no! P-please don't–aahh!!!"

The man's whole body twisted in pain while the gang members giggled and took pictures.

'You punks!'

Lucky's anger soared to the top of his head.

He was currently anxious about his karma, yet his subordinates were building up bad karma in real time.

'S-something really ominous might happen at this rate.'

His feelings became more and more impatient. He had to wrap this up and go home quickly.

It was dangerous to remain here.

Lucky hit the back of the head of the guy controlling the output and lowered the power switch.

"Hey, you punks! Why are you dragging your feet? Hurry up and finish it!"

"What? Already? Since you said you'd show us a magic show today, I had prolonged it…"

The members looked at Lucky with an expression of being deprived of the toy they were playing with.

On one side of the warehouse was a shiny new chainsaw that hadn't yet been unpacked.

'T-these punks are really going to get me killed!'

If he was his usual self, he would have been the first to volunteer, but it was dangerous today.

Now, it was right to be careful of even falling leaves. Wasn't the fortune a warning? All the karma will be reaped.

Lucky yelled fiercely at the gang members.

"You idiots! I'm ashamed to call the likes of you my dongsaeng."

"Huh? What? Boss, what…"

"Isn't he the one you used to serve as your hyung? But look at his current state!"

The man's appearance was nothing short of gruesome. Saliva was running down the corner of his mouth and his pants were damp.

"If you are born as a man, even if you die, you have to protect your pride. At least in his last moment, I think we should be polite as brothers!"

The members who heard Lucky became solemn. After a while, they nodded with a fairly calm look.

"…We were short-sighted. Hyung. Let's wrap this up right now."

"Yes. Finish it as soon as possible."

"Yes. We understand."

Lucky breathed a sigh of relief inside and watched one of the members pull out his gun.

The gun slowly pointed at the man.

"Punk, aren't you lucky? You should really be thankful to our hyung."

As soon as he was about to pull the trigger–

"Are you uncles filming something right now?"

From somewhere, a young voice that hasn't hit puberty was heard. Everyone in the warehouse turned their heads at the same time.

At the entrance of the warehouse stood a boy in a long overcoat.

The boy was maybe around 12 to 13 years old?

The child who still looks like an elementary school student stepped inside the warehouse without fear.

"…How did you get in here?"

"I just came through the door? Hey, is that gun real?"

A bright smile that didn't match the brutal scene. The child seemed to be not right in the head.

'Who the hell is this?!'

Watching the scene, Lucky's mind was truly going crazy. As soon as he was about to finish the job, he couldn't believe another unexpected variable popped up.

'Hold it…hold it in one more time…I might catch something unclean if I spill the blood of a child.'

Lucky calmed down with superhuman patience.

"Hyung, what should we do about this? We were going to dig a hole anyway, so we can just take care of it and bury them together."

"What are you talking about!? Just let it go and finish the job."

However, the situation didn't go the way he had wanted.

"Hey, did you hear that? If you don't want to die, leave now."

"But can I touch that gun once? Then I'll get out of here immediately."

"What? Oh, my. This punk isn't scared at all…"

The child truly wasn't right in the head, they thought. Lucky, whose patience finally reached its limit, roared.

"For fuck sake! Stop dawdling and just let him touch it! Why are you dragging things again?"

"Ah, I understand."

The gang member hesitated before looking back. Then he held out the handgun in front of the child.

The child stroked the gun like a puppy and asked.

"Does this have bullets in it?"

"Yes."

"That's great. Can I try shooting it?"

"What…"

At that moment, the child quickly grabbed the handgun and pulled the trigger.

Bang–!

The gang member who had held the handgun fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Huh?"

What the hell happened? No one inside the warehouse was conscious of the situation.

The moment everyone was dumbfounded, a second shot was heard.

Bang–!

Another member of the organization collapsed to the ground. Only then did the members start to get a good grasp of the situation.

The fact that the little kid over there was trying to kill them.

"W-what the fuck!"

However, the speed at which the child pulled the trigger was faster than the gang members being able to pull out their guns.

Bang–!

One after another. A total of six members died.

It was just like how a storm had come and gone.

Click–

Before Lucky knew it, all he heard was the sound of a handgun's bullet chamber opening.

"I'm out of bullets."

The boy smacked his lips and threw the gun away as if he was disappointed.

Then, as if he was teasing them, he took off his clothes and sat on the floor naked.

"I don't have a gun anymore. You can stop being scared and come out."

Lucky and the gang members, after surveying the scene, slowly stood up.

They weren't sure whether the boy intended to resist or not, but he was just sitting there calmly. On the floor full of blood, the naked child sat with a smile.

It was an ominous and surreal scene.

'Is this crazy guy the misfortune the fortune had warned me about?'

He thought it was probably a child of someone he had killed in the past.

But that didn't matter now. What's done is done.

And he had dodge the misfortune. There was nothing to fear now that the bad luck had passed.

No longer having to endure it, he picked up an automatic rifle and spoke.

"Hey, turn this bastard into a beehive."

As soon as Lucky's words fell, the gang members who were on high alert poured their bullets into the boy.

Sparks flew everywhere, and a sound reminiscent of a battlefield resonated in the warehouse.

Their opponent was a defenseless child. However, the bullets were lodged into the fragile child's body without mercy.

After dozens and even hundreds of shots, eventually, the child's entire body was shattered to the point where it was hard to recognize the shape.

The misty smell of gunpowder made their throats dry. Lucky spat on top of the gruesome corpse.

"Ptooey! It's truly a shit day today."

It was like being struck by lightning on a clear day. And on days like this, you have to bleed a bit to gain back some luck.

"Hey! You know the chainsaw that you guys had prepared earlier? Fill it with oil and bring it here."

"Huh? What do you mean…?"

"Weren't you going to take care of that traitor? I'll show you the magic show you wanted today, so bring it quickly."

"Ah, yes. Hyung!"

The surviving gang members rushed to pick up the chainsaw. Lucky watched as he took out a cigarette and lit it.

After taking a long puff and exhaling, at that moment,

A voice that shouldn't have been heard penetrated his ears again.

"Do you know how to do magic?"

"?!"

Looking back slowly, the one who had disappeared without even a shape a while ago stood on both feet and intact.

"H-how? You…"

"I doubt it. But what do you think of my magic?"

The child smiled brightly.

And in his hands, there was an automatic rifle that had been thrown away by someone.

Lucky had no choice but to think of the words he had seen on the fortune blog at that moment.

[You'll face an unbearable misfortune today. May you rest in peace…]

"The fucking fortune came true…"

Bang–!

That's how Lucky faced his unfortunate end.

* * *

"Haa, it's quite chilly."

I quickly put on the clothes I had taken off after cleaning up the guys in the warehouse.

Phase Change is a useful skill, but unfortunately, the ability didn't apply to the clothes or equipment I wore.

So every time I use the ability like this, I have no choice but to become a jelly.

To be honest, it would be greedy to hope for more from a D-grade skill.

And all those who have seen this ability so far have died, so there was nothing to be too shameful about.

However, since I can't continue to live like this forever once in the city, I thought I should find equipment that can assimilate with this ability as soon as possible.

Well, that's something to think about later.

I looked around the warehouse, recalling my purpose for coming here in the first place.

Not long after, I found the weapon storage container.

Hmm…How do I open this?

There was a hard lock in front of the container, meaning it was designed to be accessible only if you have the password.

I don't think it'd break if I shot it, and even if I turned into a liquid and tried to dig in, there was no space to enter because the gaps were most likely waterproof.

The moment I was agonizing over it, someone's voice was heard from behind my back.

"H-hey! Hyung over there! Can you help me out by any chance?"

Turning around, the man who betrayed the organization was still tied up with his eyes covered.

Come to think of it, didn't they mention that this guy was a member of the organization?

With the feeling of grabbing at straws, I asked the man.

"Do you know the password to the weapon storage container?"

"Ah, I know. If you release me, I'll open it for you."

"Come on, just tell me the password."

"S-sorry hyung! I can't do that."

"Hmm…"

The man held out in a pretty stubborn manner, perhaps thinking it was his last chance to live.

Honestly, it didn't matter to me, so I decided to do as he says for now.

"Well, I'll do as you say mister."

"T-thank you! Thank you so much!"

I approached the man, cut off the string that was tied, and took off the blindfold. After being released like that, he looked quite surprised at me.

"Fuck, you're much younger than I thought."

"Can't I be young?"

"Ah, no, no. I'm sorry. Hyung!"

I had a feeling that he wanted to do something about me, but seeing the corpses scattered everywhere, he opened the container with a calm attitude.

"Hey, everything is here."

There were so many suspicious weapons stored in the container.

From assault rifles used in communist countries in the past to various types of bombs such as Claymore and C4.

Rather than being a warehouse for an ordinary drug cartel, I felt as if I had entered a secret base of a terrorist group preparing for war.

It's more amazing than I had thought.

Of course, it's too much to take all of them with me, as I don't have enough inventory space yet, but this will be enough to use for this quest.

I packed all the useful items in my inventory and came out of the container.

Next, I approached the man wandering in front of the door and gave him a bullet as a gift.

Bang–!

"Keuk!"

Falling to the ground, he looked up at me with an unjust look.

"W-why all of a sudden…"

"You saw my face."

"Keuk…just because of that…"

"By nature, there shouldn't be any witnesses in an assassination. It would have been nice if you had just given me the password earlier."

"Son of a bitch…"

Bang–!

The man died the same way as the members he had betrayed. They hated each other so much a while ago, so it was good to see them lying side by side now.

Come to think of it, I didn't even look at my status window after the battle.

I opened my status window and checked the log.

[Level has risen.]

[Gained a Fragment of Growth.]

[You've reached level 5.]

[Gained a Skill Selection (Low).]

[You've reached level 7.]

[Inventory expanded.]

Perhaps because I took care of a lot of guys this time, I quickly reached level seven. As expected, because I'm a beginner, my level seems to rise steadily.

My current stats were the following.

Body: 1.21

Dexterity: 1.35

Mana: 0.18

Spirit: 1.12

*4 Fragments of Growth.

I had gained one fragment after killing Feoria, and now I have gained three more fragments.

A total of four fragments.

For now it'll be best to resolve the stat imbalance.

Considering the efficiency of my skill, it was better to at least match the first number equally.

I invested all four fragments into Mana without much consideration.

Body: 1.21

Dexterity: 1.35

Mana: 0.18 -> 1.08 (+0.90)

Spirit: 1.12

*0 Fragment of Growth.

After my mana rose, I could feel with my skin that my senses have increased a little.

Still, it was only subtle.

After finishing the stat distribution, I opened the skill window next. There was a new addition of goods that I hadn't seen before.

Skill Selection (Low).

In short, it allows me to acquire new abilities.

I was given Skill Selection periodically in the previous round, and thus was able to become notorious for being a person with multiple abilities.

…Anyway, I don't think there's anything very useful at first.

Surprisingly, Skill Selection often resulted in garbage skills equivalent to 'blanks.'

So I didn't really want anything grand. Just a useful skill for now was good enough.

I relaxed my mind and used Skill Selection.

[Used Skill Selection (Low).]

[One of the following skills can be obtained.]

(1)

Classification: Mortal

Grade: F

Description: Swing your fist and give a strong impact.

(2)

Classification: Mortal

Grade: F

Description: Gather strength in your legs and jump forward.

By the way…

While looking at the list of skills with an indifferent look, I had no choice but to widen my eyes.

(3)

Classification: Mortal

Grade: E

Description: Foundation martial art technique used by the unorthodox sect.

(4)

Classification: Magic

Grade: E

Description: Absorbs the energy of the object in contact.

What? Why are these skills coming out already?

Considering my experience in the last round, it was normal for only basic mortal skills to pop out one after another in the beginning.

Ambiguous skills that were even hard to call them 'skills.'

But in the list that I'm looking at now, abilities that might only come out after the third skill selection were displayed.

While contemplating the difference between then and now, I quickly found the answer.

Oh, come to think of it, I've already gained one achievement.

The achievement 'Immoral' I had gained after killing my father.

Thanks to this achievement, skills that leaned towards 'evil' seemed to have appeared.

I was originally just going to pick anything and use it as a synthetic material later on.

Looks like the story will change again.

Both skills were too good to be classified as E-grade.

In the case of Demon Fist, since it was an unorthodox skill, I would be able to grow stronger regardless of my age.

And in the case of Vampiric Touch, it had the rare property of being an absorption sequence.

Honestly, acquiring either wouldn't be a loss. That's why it was even more difficult to choose.

But…under the current circumstances, I think this one will be more advantageous.

After looking at the skill list for a moment, I selected the skill.

[You've chosen a skill.]

"My luck today is really good."

Thanks to this skill, it seems the Challenge might end smoothly.

== Translator's Note ==

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