Hunter of the Perished World

The guard commander, as well as the watchers, breathed heavily into Gene's untold death sentence.

"I do not believe," he said, "so you should not believe, and I only tell you the consequences of this hunger spell. Sit down if you accept, or get up if you don't. If you don't believe me, I'll be lying in four days, no matter what happens to you."

When I wake up, I tell you to stand up somewhere and say, "Coward." This braggart who lived with his pride couldn't stand up.

"Then I'll start with the agreement."

While everyone was silent, Gene rolled his thumb one by one, circling around the outside of the campfire.

The two letters inscribed on the spellbox were smudged into the darkness. Gene muttered something, but it seemed to be too fast or too slow, and all he could feel was that the sound was too small to mutter anything. No one really knew what it meant.

The Guard Commander disappears into the darkness after the camp fire. He looks back at the campfire in the other direction.

Gene is just walking, but to the guard commander, Gene looks like a devil who melts into the darkness and reappears.

And because of the mumbling voice, the atmosphere was even more cute and gloomy. Everyone breathed.

Shamans have many tricksters. And those scammers use deception. Demonstrates awe or hallucinations

But Gene just lit a campfire and walked around it.

Gene roams around the campfire like an angel, sometimes throwing something at the campfire to build a fire and pass by. But it was nothing special.

But in everyone's eyes, the sight of just walking around made Gene feel like nothing else. Leona also stares at the campfire with her dying breath.

This is completely different from the morning ritual.

It wasn't terrible at all. There were no cruel sights, no monsters.

But everyone was afraid.

The hunter, just walking, terrorized all the inhabitants of the castle. Everyone feels it even though they just lit four campfires.

This is real magic.

Not at all special, but above all, everyone smelled real magic.

Bam!

And all of a sudden.

One of the campfires suddenly goes out. It didn't burn down, it literally disappeared without the color of red charcoal.

The children watching caused the match, and the adults were flawed as well. But no one screamed. To be precise, I was afraid to speak for myself as if I was suffocating.

Pow, pow, pow!

And in turn, the remaining three are extinguished. Nobody could even make a sound of breathing. Everyone felt confident that if they shouted now, something terrible would happen.

When all the lights went out, everyone felt the darkness they could never see, like a lie. It was actually not a magical effect, but it was because everyone was looking through the campfire and their pupils were shrinking, but the people who didn't know it felt like they were in the dark and thought it was also a shaman's move.

Jubbuck. Jubbuck.

And in complete darkness, Gene continues to circle through the campfire. The sound of footsteps was heard, and the sound of something approaching and getting away resounded to the same rhythm, quietly.

A guard commander standing at the center of the curse, frightened to death by cold sweat.

Cough!

And the last thing that happened was the black mist rising out of the campfire enveloped the guard's commander. It even felt like it was ringing, and everyone was surprised at the sudden sound of it.

"Ugh, ahhhh! Help me!"

The guard commander, who rose in a hurry, ran out of the campfire, couldn't help but fall.

"Ugh! What, what! What's got into me? I'm going to catch it!"

He tripped on my feet and nothing grabbed him, and then I stumbled on something, and he just stopped! I fell down screaming. Gene looks down at him and says briefly, as if it were pathetic.

"The ritual is over. You can turn on the lights."

Pot!

The guards standing by turn their backs, and everyone can see the captain falling through the lather.

Leona suddenly bursts into laughter, watching the ritual in one corner.

"Hahaha! What? You look tired."

And he actually sucked.

"... take him to rest."

The princess shakes her head and gives instructions to the guards.

While everyone was out of their minds at the scene of this hypocrisy, Leona was smiling on her own about what was so good.

Naturally, Gene and Leona were not even close to the residents. Everyone was convinced that Jean was using real magic before they saw the results. Eventually, whether it was a trick or a performance, I panicked everyone, and that was enough to prove my ability.

Seong-ju also stepped back as if she was afraid of seeing Gene's power separately from the plague spell, and expressed her gratitude, but she was reluctant.

"Tsk, what the hell? Why is he looking at me like that?"

"Strangers are either despised or despised. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Gin and Leona had dinner brought by the Holy Spirit as he greeted them. The guard commander was confused and unable to wake up, or embarrassed to come out.

Leona was reviewing the word "loathed" or "despised."

In fact, people's eyes were now familiar to Leona. The eyes of the people in the alley were just like the eyes of the people now.

People feared and hated Leona.

"What's an afterthought?"

"Risking up. Dangerous shamans usually have a village leader or something like that. What could be better than that if the dangerous forces were mine?"

"Mmmm... If I had the strength in my hometown, would I be flattered?"

"Hmm."

Gene looks at Leona and says,

"Then you wouldn't even be suspected of witches in the first place."

"Is that so?"

"I think so."

Leona nods slowly at Jean's words. Witches are fearful names, but at the same time, they are the rolls that people give to weaklings. Regardless of the real witch, people have used the name "witch."

Leona had difficulty understanding Jean's words. But Leona had more questions.

"By the way, is the cursed person really going to die?"

Then there's nothing more terrifying than that. You died in four days just because you were conscious of nothing. When Leona asked, Jean burst into laughter.

"No way. That curse is called flesh." It's not a simple ritual that can be used by someone who uses magic as a tool like me. It's just bad luck. "

"What specifically?"

"I don't know the details, but what I'm thinking about right now is chewing on a stone or pounding on a threshold. Like a bug in the eyes or ears or something."

"... I don't know why."

In fact, Leona was disappointed that she could only bring such a level of curse upon herself through such a grand ceremony. But Gene laughed.

"Imagine that happens in a row."

Leona's face turned to dirt when she thought she was chewing stones every time she ate food and crushing her feet every time she crossed the threshold.

"Cancel. It's fucking awful."

At least once, but not more than five times, fear will arise.

"Consciousness was practically a lie. In the first place, I would have put the devil on fire if I could, and I wouldn't be walking around like this."

Visual effects and choreography created an atmosphere of terror, and the declaration of death four days later was merely to frighten. Leona grins as if it were fresh.

"Then why 'you will die in four days." You're saying this? If you hang in there for four days, you're gonna hurt us. "

Leona doesn't understand Jean's lies.

"Imagine what kind of shit happens to a guy who's going to die in four days."

"……."

"Good thing I can last two days."

Therefore, the threat of death four days later will serve as a countdown, and the guard commander will eventually be crushed to death while chasing him.

Ultimately, Gene was a fraud.

"Remember, a poor hunter can be a hunter. A man without pay is no match for a hunter."

It's natural to get the price you promised when you were beaten or beaten. The man who rips it off is just a monster, not a hunter. After finishing dinner, Gene began to carve pieces of wood that rolled around everywhere.

"What's that?"

"Now that you've put a curse on it, you have to make an ax."

"If it's an ax, what is it that prevents the curse?"

"That's right."

Leona was able to roughly slap the unknown words together. Gene continued to carve wood after Leona fell asleep.

The commander pissed, but when he woke up, there was nothing wrong with his body. That's why he suddenly got up and received the morning call as if it were when.

Due to the uncertainty of the spell, Gin could not have predicted all the results. The guard commander didn't chew the stone at breakfast.

I chewed the cockroach instead.

"Son of a bitch..."

Of course, cockroaches may also be important food for someone, but not in Juul. After finishing his meal, he tries to take the plate and falls on his feet.

Wa-dang-tang!

"Unh!"

When everyone saw it, everyone laughed at first. Everyone laughed and moved on because they forgot the horror of yesterday, or because they wanted to pretend to forget. The guard who had his pride in being afraid of such things made him laugh the most.

"Commander! You really suck!"

"What the hell?"

The commander also began to take command of the guards while joking with the guards. Meanwhile, the guard commander broke his leg or injured his finger while handling the tools. The Guard Commander and the Guard feel something's wrong with their pride, but they smile and move on.

It's a brief expression that Jean is losing her luck, but it's an overly pleasant expression.

Thung!

"Oops!"

Bam!

"……."

One of the guards' crossbows fires at will. And when the bolt hits the guard's ball and passes through the wall, no one laughs.

"Well, well... Captain... Hey, this is as you wish..."

The guard with the bolt of iron explains, sweating red, but the commander steals the ball and looks at the blood on his hands, his complexion fading. Then you shout at the guards.

"You bastard! Why load the bolts when there's no fighting!"

"Well, it's weapons week..."

"…… damn it. Weapons down! Weapons down!"

The guards around you all point their weapons down. No one can laugh now. Even if it was just a few centimeters closer, the guard commander would have died from bolting into a bone ache.

That's fucked up.

Strange things kept happening to explain it.

Gallbladder (31469;),

I'm running out of transportation for my life. Shamanship is not harmful, and even if you do not know the principle, there is an entity.