8 Wrath of Demon King (3)

"Argh. Argh."

The cries of Han Tae-hyun, who was blessed with sorrow, echoed in the house.

'Why are you meeting this guy?'

I would not have felt so unfair if I had been attacked by someone like Hero of Justice who often comes out of fiction or cartoons.

But now the one who beat him unilaterally was closer to Billon than a hero.

'Kim Chi Chi Dog Bill.'

Han Tae-hyun looked at him with unfair eyes.

In that way, the rain poured down on his face with a feeding smile.

"Why? Do I look like I'm thirsty for one Kim Chi Chi dog?"

"Oh, no!"

Han Tae-hyun hurriedly shook his head at his words.

Rain was a horse with deep sunken eyes.

"You mean... I just don't know anything."

There was no way to know.

What emotions he's endured, what thoughts he's endured for 10,000 years.

There was no concept of life expectancy for demons.

They could live forever without eating or drinking.

The rains that took Magi and were halfway close to the 'Devil' also disappeared the concept of life expectancy as they did.

But it is.

He also remained a 'human' part.

I remembered the pleasure of eating and drinking head and body.

But there was no such thing as longing for him anywhere in Old Hell.

Because the devil didn't need what he craved in the first place.

However, it was also impossible to dissociate yourself from desire.

The demon's body forcibly preserves desires and prevents the spirit from collapsing.

It was for this reason that he remained sober for 10,000 years, and that the demons continued the battle of eternal life.

Living the life of the devil as a human being was like being tortured forever.

Desire is not fulfilled.

Thirst does not resolve.

Hell felt like hell to him, not because of the fear of burning there, nor because of the desolate earth.

There was nothing there, so it existed as hell for him.

"I just don't understand how happy you are."

It was like not being aware of the value of the air you were drinking.

If there is no air right away, it is a mortal who can't last a few minutes, but no one appreciates the air every breath.

Of course, it was a law that came to despair when it became unnatural.

"Ugh... Sorry, sorry! Wrong!"

Han Tae-hyun couldn't understand what he was saying.

But now I couldn't do anything but give him a little rain to say I'm sorry.

"Yes, I accept your apology."

Rain said that and grabbed Han Tae-hyun's head.

"Hick! Help me!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

I wasn't particularly sympathetic to Han Tae-hyun, or objectionable to murder itself.

There was one reason he kept Han Tae-hyun alive.

Because it bothers me.

Killing each other may be a routine hell, but killing on Earth was a felony.

Of course, there was a possibility that something even more bothersome would happen if I just sent it back, but I thought about it.

"Go, thank you!"

Han Tae-hyun bowed with hopeful eyes in his words that he would not kill.

Such rain blew a feeding laugh at him.

"I'd rather die."

"……?"

"Well, you'll find out if you go through it."

Rain caused Maggie to talk like that.

The power of terror.

As the power of Orobas, it was the power to imprint the fear of the target on its soul, making it a puppet who dared not even think of defiing himself.

Magi itself was not a great power, but the conditions for success were quite demanding.

'It's not easy to create a state of extreme terror.'

Giving the opponent enough fear to imprint on his soul was not easy.

Power that cannot be used unless the skill difference with the opponent is exactly the same.

But once it was used, one effect was clear.

"Ah, ah…."

The power of terror has made the feelings of terror felt by Han Tae-hyun even darker.

He pees in his pants and looks at the rain with a dumb look like he's lost Izzie.

"You're going to have to live with that feeling for the rest of your life."

Rain smiled at Han Tae-hyun's body, less trembling.

"I hate poetry...."

The sad voice of Han Tae-hyun, who squeezed his last reason.

Rain shrugged and replied lightly.

"The world is not enough to do good things."

What Han Tae-hyun said to Hansulah.

The words became sharp arrows and returned to him.

"Well, go now. Don't tell anyone what happened here."

The rain shook his hand as if it were bothering him.

He is now a puppet who has completely surrendered to himself.

Even if there is something wrong with the diarrhea door, what happened here will not come out of my mouth.

Han Tae-hyun raised his body with a stubborn expression and went out on a stumbling walk.

Hansulah, who saw him walking out, approached the rain.

She lowers her waist deeply towards the rain.

"Thank you, Mr. Rain. If it wasn't for Mr. Rain... I wouldn't have been able to stop you with my strength."

Silver man of life who saved his life from Goblins.

I didn't know how to repay him for protecting myself from Han Tae-hyun who had been harassing her for years.

I have already worn a grace that I cannot repay simply by thanking you.

"I will try to pay back this favor that I received from Mr. Rain somehow."

She once again lowered her back deeply, speaking in a sincere voice.

Such rain blew a feeding laugh at her.

"Let's clean it up first."

Due to the rains and the battle of Han Tae-hyun, the house was completely messed up.

"Ah, if I was to clean up..."

"It's quick to do it together."

Rain said so and began to clean up the mess house. Hansula cleared the living room following the rain.

As the cleaning was going on, she opened her mouth in a cautious voice.

"Then where do you live, Mr. Rain?"

"Ah."

On her sudden question, a short elasticity flowed from the mouth of the rain.

'Then I guess the room I used to live in is gone.'

Since he hasn't paid rent in five years, someone else must have come into the single-room where he lived a while ago.

Only then did rainfall realize that he was a homeless man who had nowhere to sleep.

'I have to find a place to live first.'

It was not a big worry.

He had a power that was now incomparable to the past.

If it was his strength, it wasn't hard enough to find a place to live.

"I don't have a place to live right now because of the circumstances."

"Yes? That means…."

"Well, it's homeless right now."

Rain shrugged and replied. In his expression, Hansulah was deeply troubled.

"If so..."

Hansula, who was in trouble, slightly blushed her cheeks and opened her mouth in a crawling voice.

"Ji, will you stay at my place for a while until you save your home?"

She held her fists and asked with a nervous expression.

In fact, her actions were not common sense at the moment.

I owe a lot to rainfall, but it was hard in my mind to say this to a man less than a few hours after I met him.

'I know, but...'

I became greedy to know a little more about a man named Augang Woo.

I couldn't bear to wonder who he was and what life he had lived.

To put it a little more frankly, he was somewhat fond of him.

"Ho."

Rain flashed at her words.

It was a proposal that there was no need to worry about.

For him who had nowhere to go right now, this house could be a great haven and a platform for adaptation on Earth.

It may have been hard to live comfortably in her household, but it didn't really matter to her.

'It's money. I can make it.'

If power was the most important thing in hell, money was the most important thing in the world.

In capitalist societies, money was like a god.

"Very well. I will pay you back in a moment."

"Ah."

The face of Hansulah, who was in a state of tension, was painted. She was also aware that her behavior was very unusual.

"Thank you very much for coming forward, Mr. Sula."

"Please take good care of me!"

Hansulah bowed her head, shaking hands with the rain.

"I have one room left that my brother used to have. You can use that."

"Yes."

Rain nods and enters the room she has guided.

'There are two individuals who need to do it right away.'

What he needed now was to increase the number of horses he could use in place of the Sealed Mansion and make the money he needed to live.

The hundreds of powers he possessed were beyond mere combat. There was no other way to use them.

In order to live a comfortable life in the future, it was advisable to increase the exercise of such power freely.

'I could get caught up with people like Han Tae-hyun.'

In the case of Han Tae-hyun, the sense of battle itself was so low that both power and speed could be overwhelmed even in an overwhelming disadvantage.

However, if we were to fight against beings with a level and skill that went beyond Han Tae-hyun, we could be in a difficult situation now that the power of the Great War was sealed.

For some reason, it was essential to build up the magi.

'And money.'

Players investigated how to make money from hunting monsters when they saw Internet articles.

"Mr. Sula, do you have any demons?"

"Oh, yes. I don't have a lot of them, but I have a couple of Grade E marbles."

"Can I see it for a second?"

"Absolutely."

Hansula nodded her head and took out a white shiny crystal from her bag.

Rain recalls what she saw in an Internet article, accepting a Grade E Stone from her.

'The closer the color gets to black, the higher the grade stone.'

It was the same as the gate.

Gates are said to be white with the lowest grade F gate, and the higher the grade, the more cloudy the color and black it becomes.

The higher the grade, the more powerful the magic was, and the more expensive it was traded.

The main source of income for the players was the stone that came from hunting this monster.

The rains closed their eyes with grade E stones in their hands.

He concentrates his mind and reads the energy inside the stone.

'I can't feel Margie.'

Rain reminds me of a time when I used the power of predation on Goblin corpses.

Surely the Goblins' corpses were very weak, but contained magi.

Rain expected that Magi would be contained in a stone altitude called the Monster's Core, but it didn't seem like it.

What was contained in the stone was an energy called magic, unlike Magi.

'Then where was Maggie?'

When I used the power of previous predation, I couldn't see where the magic was in the first place because I didn't think monsters would have magic.

'I should check it out later.'

The important thing now was not where the monsters had their magic.

The fact that they have magic, and they have the stones that make money.

It was important to be able to take two objectives at the same time by hunting monsters.

"Mr. Sula, is there a player management center nearby?"

"No, this is outside of Seoul, so you need to go in a little bit more."

"I see. Can you show me where you are?"

"Yes, but I've got work to do at the Player Management Center."

Hansula nodded and replied.

"And Mr. Sulu?"

"Yes, I realized how good I was at this job. Even if it takes some time... I want to get basic training and enter the gate."

In Korea, there were schemes to help first-time players safely level up to level 10 and secondary awakening characteristics.

Players who were not as financially adequate as her were not as easy to get basic education because of the high cost of education.

However, it was also possible to realize that entering the gate in bulk without the secondary traits flowering was suicide.

"Hmm."

Rain opened her eyes to her words.

Can I help you?

If it was his strength, it was not difficult to help Hansula level up.

Levels were rather lower than hers, but he had combat skills and various powers that had been built up for 10,000 years.

It wasn't uncomfortable to hunt monsters with just one more of her.

'No.'

After a while of pondering, he shakes his head.

'Hunting efficiency is low.'

Later on, it was more likely to be true than not, given that she only had the ability right now.

'You don't have to party with power that gets in the way.'

It was true that I had good feelings about Hansula.

She was the first human to meet him after his return to Earth, and the woman who made Kim Chi Chi Dog who was so longed for.

But it didn't make sense to carry her around at the risk of damage.

'You have to tell the difference.'

He was a calculated human being.

No, to be precise, the last ten thousand years spent in hell forced him to calculate.

In Hell, full of powerful demons, he was the underscore of man, and the underscore of man, he had no choice but to be reckoned with to survive there.

Of course, when the number of demons eaten by the power of predation increased over time, he stood in the position of a strong man, but that did not mean that the habit of slashing the soul would disappear.

'Let's start with strength and think about it.'