I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines

23 – Episode 23. Shadow Clone Art (2)

‘This, this…’

After serving as a knight for 10 years, he was betrayed by his lord and became a wanderer.

But for some reason, thief seemed to be his aptitude, so he continued to do it, and before he knew it, his number of subordinates increased significantly.

The small band of thieves transformed into a large group of thieves in the blink of an eye, and quickly became infamous in the region.

‘These damn things.’

10 Years of practical experience was by no means something to look down on.

Even swordsmen who could fly and crawl, and even promising wizards, had their throats cut the moment they resisted.

But the type that caused the boss the most embarrassment was not that type of strongman.

“This is the final warning!”

“Mijung, lie down.”

“······Yes.”

A man and a girl chatting calmly even while the point of the sword is pointed at them.

It was crazy.

There is no one around here who does not know the notoriety of the bandits.

All the other passengers were busy jumping out with their hands raised and taking their belongings out of their pockets.

This man and woman had a relaxed attitude, as if they had not yet fully grasped the situation.

‘This is why I hate poor kites the most.’

If you resist, it’s even a justification to cut off your head, and these things are even more difficult to deal with.

If you ignore the warning, you can’t save face.

This way, when you cut your throat, you don’t even feel the pain.

It was the moment when the leader clicked his tongue and raised his sword.

“Hmm?”

Eujin’s eyes widen as he senses a slight sense of death and faces the leader.

In an instant, I got goosebumps all over my body.

10 Years of diverse practical experience.

A sensitive feeling developed while dealing with a wizard.

All those things were shouting.

Run away.

The moment he realized that, the boss’s body was already moving.

If you think about it, it will be too late.

Because he survives only by moving intuitively and instinctively, he has learned to trust his body to his subconscious.

‘Huh? But why does my vision turn in the opposite direction?’

However, the direction in which the vision turned was strange.

If you jump out of the carriage, your head should be facing towards the entrance.

However, the leader was turning his head in the opposite direction.

“Ah. Oh my-“

It was only then that I noticed it.

I only noticed it when my vision began to spin and my back was included in the field of vision.

A moment so short that you don’t even recognize it.

The fact that he cut her throat in the meantime.

“Heek?!”

Kudangtangtang.

The neck falls into the carriage and rolls around.

Even before he received the command from his brain, the leader’s body had already jumped out of the carriage and was rolling on the ground.

The faces of the subordinates turned pale as they faced the leader’s headless body lying face down.

“Ugh. He looked the strongest. I can’t even train like this.”

Thump. Thud.

Heavy footsteps echo from inside the carriage, and Inyoung appears.

The man stopped walking in the dark, as if he didn’t want to show his face.

One, two, three, four…

He nods his head, counts the numbers, and raises his sword.

There was not a single drop of blood on the blade that cut his head.

This is because there wasn’t even time for blood to stain.

“Boo, assistant pastor. What should I do?”

“What the f*ck should I do? We should all run away…!”

That moment.

Her man’s new brother has disappeared.

And the very next moment.

The deputy leader’s vision spun around.

.

.

.

Taltaltaltal.

The carriage heading towards the village is quiet, so there is only silence.

It almost feels like a carriage with only corpses riding on it.

······Of course it’s a joke.

Not a single innocent passenger was killed.

“Hi-kyung.”

“······.”

When I slowly lift my hat, people turn their heads away from me.

Everyone tries their best not to see my face or make eye contact with me.

I am grateful.

If your face is sold, you will be in trouble.

Even if you become famous later, it will be much easier to work if your name and face are not known.

‘Mr. It hurts.’

I put the hat back on my face and swallowed a groan.

I almost groaned due to the overload.

Probably, if someone touched my leg, I would immediately let out a girlish scream.

But since everyone is sitting far away from us, I don’t think that will happen.

‘Did I just go too far?’

As a result of paying all attention to mana control, my speed was incredible.

The prosecutor, who seemed very experienced, was unable to fight back and was helplessly decapitated.

But maintaining that status is another problem.

There are about 50 bandits left.

I jumped out of the carriage out of curiosity, but before I could cut down even 10 people, I ran out of control and had to overload.

At the point when the overload was applied, I was virtually incapacitated, but the game had already been won.

The frightened people marched into the mountain without even looking back.

There was no need to farm loot.

These bastards didn’t even carry a single useful sword.

It looks like he left behind everything that could get in the way of climbing the mountain, so he doesn’t have any valuables.

Instead, he brought the dog tag that was hanging around the leader’s neck.

It was so funny that I held onto it without even realizing it, as it wasn’t a visual object that could have been found in a fantasy world.

In the end, I gave up farming and walked with difficulty and got on the carriage.

It took a long time for the passengers who were wary of me to board again, so departure was delayed a lot.

[Achievement achieved]

[Kill NPC!]

[The attribute ‘Fame’ is given as an achievement reward.]

Still, in addition to confirming the performance of mana control, there was one more thing I gained.

The characteristic is ‘reputation’.

Come to think of it, I have killed several people in previous episodes, but this is the first time I have seen such an achievement.

It seems that NPCs and ordinary residents are differentiated.

[Attribute: Fame]

[Check your reputation level.]

[Eujin: 0.01%]

[Known to few people. Its presence is very small.]

[???: 11%]

[Started to gain notoriety. Its presence is growing.]

What is this again?

As soon as I saw it, I almost burst into laughter out of bewilderment.

There is ‘Eujin’, but there is another unidentifiable box called ‘???’.

‘Is this because people still don’t know my identity?’

The passengers couldn’t see my face.

I don’t even know the name.

The only thing I know is that I use a sword and that I carry around a girl wearing a hood.

It appears that the entity created by combining a series of information is ‘???’.

It seems that fame is calculated separately from the individual Eugene.

‘This might be a bit more convenient.’

I thought it would be an insignificant skill.

I think this would be quite useful.

You will be able to see in real time how much rumors about me are spreading.

In addition, this characteristic has another function.

‘Isn’t this just a multiplayer-only trait?’

Shadow self-immolation becomes possible.

To be precise, you can immediately determine whether the self-immolation technique was successful.

If you introduce yourself with a new name and a new identity is added to the reputation window, it is a success.

Instead, if something like ‘rumors are starting to circulate that he has some mental illness’ appears in the ‘Eugene’ box, it is a failure.

‘Write. There’s something about it that makes me reluctant.’

I have always been active in anonymous communities on the Internet.

I just occasionally mobilize about five or six accounts to post my posts on the recommendation bulletin board or drop a bombshell on malicious posts.

It’s all just a contribution to the virtuous cycle of the community.

I feel a little uncomfortable because I am such a good-natured netizen who has never made a fuss or made a fuss.

But what should I do?

My motto is to use everything I can.

Once I put aside my conscience, I decided to try my hand at malicious behavior for the first time in my life.

“······Danger.”

“Evil!!!”

Udangtang.

A hand the size of a fern landed on my shoulder, and I let out a girlish scream.

I thought I was going to suffer because the pain of overload was focused on my shoulders.

With a few tears in my eyes, I looked to the side and saw Mijeong chasing a fly flying from my shoulder and circling in the air with her eyes.

I asked you to wake me up when it was dangerous, but you woke me up because of flies…?

[???: 11.2%]

[Started to gain notoriety. Its presence is growing. ······Tic disorder is suspected.]

f*ck you.

Should I sell my account again?

***

A night as dark as pitch black.

A large hand lands on Jill’s head as she sits hugging her knees because she can’t sleep.

As I desperately tried to turn around with a hand slowly stroking me, a hand gently hugged my waist from behind.

Jill lies down on her back, feeling relieved by the moderate pressure.

He rests his head on her wide chest and rubs it.

I feel like I want to make a fool of myself right now.

I clasp the hand that is caressing my stomach and whisper quietly.

“Don’t go anywhere tomorrow, just the two of us…”

But that doesn’t end there.

My voice seems to have become stiff and my voice no longer comes out.

The strong body that supported her from behind and the strong hand that wrapped around her waist disappear.

A vain expression appears on Jill’s face.

“Haa! Haa… Haaa…”

Dawn.

Jill woke up, breathing heavily.

Her hands are damp, and cold sweat is beading on her forehead.

It’s that dream again.

A dream where an unknown man appears.

I don’t know why, but he felt comfortable being with that man.

I felt like they would accept me even if I showed my ugly side.

And above all, it was reassuring.

I felt like he would protect me and not leave my side no matter what happened.

“Phew. What kind of dream is this…?”

If it’s a nightmare, it’s definitely a nightmare.

Because the dream always ends with the man disappearing.

When you try to check the face, it disappears.

Even if you give up trying to find out its identity and try to enjoy its warmth, it quickly disappears.

He’s clearly a man I’ve never met before.

Despite this, this sense of realism rarely goes away.

As with all dreams, I thought that the emotional turbulence would subside over time after I woke up.

But it wasn’t.

As time passed, my dreams became more and more vivid, and I began to have more elaborate dreams every night.

‘Well, maybe it’s fate.’

Jill snorted and walked out.

I am not one to be swayed by mere dreams.

There is no such thing as being caught up in a dream or something and becoming conscious of a man you have never seen in your life.

It may be due to the witchcraft or magic of the opposing faction that is keeping the saintess in check.

“Huh?”

Jill’s eyes narrow after checking the mailbox.

It was an unfamiliar envelope.

Rather than being unfamiliar, it is made of low-quality paper, so it doesn’t look like it was sent by a nobleman.

Jill frowns and pulls out her envelope.

It’s obvious at best.

It must have been sent by a commoner to say thank you to the saint.

I was going to throw it in the trash right away anyway, but I opened the bag to take a look at the contents.

“······.”

The moment she opened the letter, Jill’s brow furrowed.

It was unpleasant content.

A mischievous message that the opponents of the saint are plotting a conspiracy.

The sender field is empty.

But Jill quickly realizes that this is no joke.

“Huh?”

A torrent of emotions rushed through me in an instant.

Before she knew it, tears were flowing down Jill’s cheeks.

At the same time, fragments of her memory began to revive.