winter era

Chapter 116 The Way to Be a Hero

The Grim Reaper froze.

Like a doll that has been pulled out of its clockwork, although the dark gray mist is still surging above the black tattered robe, running up and down on the black linen like a living thing, but that kind of death seems to be in the air. The sense of fear in front of him did not know when it disappeared.Even the crow on the black staff turned its head differently, staring strangely at the nervous young nobleman with its small black eyes, as if there was something strange on his face.

But in fact, even as the heir of a great nobleman, the blood under the protection of the Golden Lion Medal, the youthful beans on the boy's face still stubbornly broke through the obstruction of the foundation.Small bumps appeared on the not-so-clean face.Coupled with the rather funny anticipation of the young nobleman, there is really a sense of black humor in the Victorian era.

But looking at the sculpture-like Grim Reaper in front of you, it's not a Victorian comedy, but a modern black humor sitcom.It was still the same black robe that never changed, the weird black wooden stick, and the dark face that was completely unclear and was described by some fanatics as an extraordinary appearance.The god of death who came uninvited quietly stared at the nobleman who recklessly stated his request in the mist.The atmosphere between the two even made Tiefling who was anxious on the side feel how thick his breathing was, so that a single inhalation could break the confrontation between the two.

That's not a compliment to his strength, it's just the final outcome of two people in embarrassment eager to get a breakthrough.Even a slight surge of the gray mist may cause the loss of balance between these two people.

"...I have to say you asked an interesting question, little one."

The Grim Reaper was silent for a long time again, and it took an unknown amount of time before slowly raising his head to face the boy.Under the hollow darkness, there seemed to be an inexplicable radiance that was looking up and down at the young nobleman.The illusory sight swept across the young man's little swan down hat, the jeweled wind-cutting sword at his waist, and the delicate calfskin boots.Even the foundation on the boy's face did not hide his spirit.But the touch of nothingness finally fell on the golden lion badge on his leather armor.

As if feeling the inspection of the invisible gaze, the little noble raised his chest and raised his head with a haughty expression.This can only be exchanged for tiefling's more frightened and mournful expression.A direct or collateral descendant of a pure demon is silently gesticulating with holy brilliance, frantically praying to God for a miracle.In this world, only the survival of life can produce such absurd and uninhibited magic power.

"Your question is actually very cunning, because you have not set the standard for a hero at all. In any case, I am at an absolute disadvantage. You may even use this as a basis to deduce a logical module against me." The pitch-black Grim Reaper didn't change his face, and there was nothing he could do to change his face. He spoke very calmly these terrible words that might make ordinary people commit suicide directly.The young people's originally excited faces were covered with an unpredictable mist and haze.

"Aren't you free to ask any question? As long as it can be asked, even a broad question is fine." The young nobleman who didn't realize that the atmosphere was not right hastily stepped forward and took two steps forward. Death whispered.

"Yeah, I said so." Death said in that hoarse voice very playfully, and stretched out a palm.

Under tiefling's increasingly horrified gaze, the God of Death calmly stretched out his bone-like palm to caress the young nobleman's smooth forehead.The unstoppable negative jet-black energy roared out again, and with a muffled groan, the young man permanently imprinted a striking black palm mark on his head.It's a bit like a slave owner branding his slaves. It looks evil and has a terrifying power that takes people's hearts and souls.

And the young man didn't even dare to say a word of rebuttal, he could only keep humming, with tears in his eyes, and looked at the black-cloaked Grim Reaper who said he would turn his back on him in a very puzzled way.He couldn't understand why the black-robed god of death, who was joking and laughing one second, would kill him like this the next second. It was nothing like the kind-hearted god who kept his promise as recorded in the myth.

"I know exactly what you want to say." Death's hoarse and ugly voice seemed to directly affect the soul.

"You want to say that it doesn't match the record, right? But there is no reason to only allow others to regress but not to allow others to improve. Even the perfect classics have been constantly improving themselves in recent decades, and I also Of course there will be no exception."

Contemptuously cut through the gray mist, Death's black cane mercilessly poked at the lucky young man's face covered in foundation.The tiefling next to him wanted to be loyal to the lord, but the god of death didn't even have to look him in the eye, just the oppressive force brought by the crow's tilted head made tiefling hold his heart with a pale face Kneeled on the ground.

The will contained in those pitch-black eyes made tiefling feel as if his heart would be crushed and burst in the next second.He could only squint his long and narrow pupils and pant unceasingly, let the gray mist cool his beating heart, hoping to regain some strength and means.But the mist, which is one of the products of death, is not such a kind substance. The more Tiefling absorbs the mist, the colder his hands and feet become, and he can even vaguely see translucent figures floating on the street. Let this poor man's heart suffer even greater oppression.

"You're fooling me, little guy. Your recklessness and so-called cleverness are meaningless in the face of death." The pitch-black god of death grunted hoarsely, stretching out the black staff like a phantom on the nobleman's head. Screaming straight into his chest. "Now I'm going to take one-third of your soul and one-third of your life's memory as the price for your so-called cleverness. But relatively, I will also really tell you how to become a person in the eyes of others. 'heroes'."

An indescribable scream burst out from the throat of the young nobleman.The pain and cursed malice of the living cut soul seemed to condense into substance, and gradually produced a crystallized image in the air, gradually formed a blurred image and spread to the surrounding mist, but was once again surrounded by the boundless gray The thick fog easily tore up and swallowed it into the stomach.

The boy's face, which was originally fourteen or fifteen years old, was already distorted into an ugly shape. The blood vessels protruding from his face looked like ferocious centipedes. The pupils could not even be seen in the eyes, only a strange and terrifying white.The pain of the torn soul is like throwing a person into an extremely fine millstone to be crushed little by little from top to bottom. The pain that is more terrifying than the waves is completely gone in the blink of an eye. Destroyed the psychological defense line that young people thought was very strong.It directly wiped out his sanity, and turned him into a monster who could only scream loudly, drooling and tearing his throat, not knowing what to say.

"Your soul isn't very palatable, young man. Deceitful and vicious souls are not the kind Death likes. Demons prefer this kind of tainted soul, and it's a real hard currency on their side. But I will not do anything bad because of this. I am a person who keeps my promises, and I will naturally tell you how to be a hero."

After half an hour, the tiefling was close to dying.As if this punishment was enough, the black-robed Grim Reaper pulled out the phantom-like black staff from his chest without any hesitation, and put a string of light-white souls that were very close to the image of a young nobleman on it and directly stored it. into the shadows beneath his black robes.Just like when he came, he smoothly pushed away all the waves of mist like a ghost, and gradually sank into the deepest part of Queens.

"Just kill. If you kill one person, you will be called a murderer. If you kill ten people, you will be called a perverted murderer. If you kill a hundred people, you will be called a demon. But if you kill a thousand people, you will be called a murderer." You are a great sword master. You will be crowned with many honorable titles if you kill 1 people. When you can kill 100 million people, then you are a well-deserved hero."

Listening to the hoarse but bewitching teachings coming from his head, the young noble who had been limp on the ground like a dead man suddenly moved his fingers.There was a strange dark red light in the dim eyeballs, and the bloody gaze like a piranha gave the young nobleman a very strange motivation again.That inexplicable force could even support the nobleman whose soul was ripped off by one-third to stand up again, staring at the back of death with dark red eyes as if nothing happened, his heart was full of chaos and fury Totally illogical thoughts.

"As long as you kill people...is it really that simple...just kill people...you are a hero?"

"It's actually much simpler than you think, young man. Don't think being a hero is such a noble thing." Death's hoarse, ugly but magical words directly poured into the boy who was already berserk, and began to attack the devil. Transformed brain.

"When you become a hero to some people, you will inevitably be reviled by others. Then when you kill people, you will also get your support and be reviled by others. Then you only need to be your supporter Wouldn’t it be nice to have a good hero? The villain also needs the villain’s savior, and the world lacks such anti-heroes.”

"You're lucky, boy. In this society, it's that easy to be a hero."

　The first update ~ the second update feels a bit difficult...but it's okay, the big deal is to make up for it tomorrow...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)