Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 207: Do Not Hit Even With Flowers (5) (Part 2)
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I covered his mouth as he tried to scream.
“…?!”
“Do you really want to overthrow this place?”
I laughed as I twisted the blade.
The sound of bones and flesh tearing filled the room.
“Mm! Mmm… Uuugh!”
I kicked away the man’s hand as he tried to draw his dagger.
Snap. With the sound of a bone breaking, his wrist bent in the opposite direction.
“iUrrrgh!”
“I’ll give you what you want.”
In the blue meadow outside the window.
The girls were handing a flower crown to Sijal as she walked by.
“Miss Vigilante! It’s a gift for you. We heard you work hard.”
“It’s fine, really…”
“Do you not need it?”
“No, I’ll take it! You made it beautifully…”
Crash!
A suspicious object fell in front of them.
No, rather than falling, it flew.
Four limbs were bent like broken chopsticks, and the whole body was covered in red.
At a glance, it resembled a pillbug.
“…!”
It was the corpse of the man I had thrown out the window.
I jumped down to the first floor, shaking off the blood on my sword.
One side of the flower garden was stained red.
The girls, who finally realized it was a corpse, turned pale.
Sijal turned around and shouted.
“You girls, go to the shelter! Darhin! Go with them.”
“Yes!”
The two girls hurriedly left with the young man guiding them.
Sijal’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the body.
“What did you do?”
“Didin’t you say you’d overthrow this place, and now you pretend to be good?”
“Han, what is the meaning of this!”
The door to the first floor of the villa opened, and another guest appeared.
Adilung Rizos. He was the sub-master of the Silver Star Guild, under Seochorom.
I took a deep breath.
Sijal and her vigilante members. Adilung Rizos and his subordinates.
All the heroes in the meadow were looking at me.
There must have been at least a hundred of them.
“Han, fighting among family members is strictly prohibited! No matter the reason…”
“Cut the crap.”
“What?”
“I’ll say it once, so listen carefully.”
I loosened my grip on my sword.
And I spoke to the people staring at me.
“Leave everything behind and get out of here. If I see you again, I’ll kill you all.”
“…”
“Do I need to make it simpler?”
I grinned.
“We’re taking over this place.”
For a moment, the atmosphere froze.
Both Sijal and Adilung had blank expressions.
‘Sorry about this.’
It wasn’t the right time yet.
Jenna was gathering information about the enemy.
But you have to be able to tolerate a madman rampaging.
He touched something he shouldn’t have.
“Does that mean…”
“Are you declaring war?”
Adilung asked.
I nodded.
[Ding!]
[You have left the ‘Silver Star’ guild.]
Anytng immediately entered the tactical menu.
Then he touched the icon of a red sword.
[Master, do you want to issue an attack command on the medium-sized ruin (847D)?]
“You crazy bastard! Who do you think you are?!”
A guy with a spear rushed towards me.
Of course, his body was sliced into two along with the spear shaft.
When I kicked his upper body, blood and flesh splattered, painting the flower field red.
“Everyone, prepare for battle!”
The vigilante members simultaneously drew their weapons.
Sijal glanced at Adilung.
“Adilung!”
Adilung, with a hardened face, pulled out a small staff and drew a circle.
A blue dimensional gate appeared.
“Non-combatants, please evacuate through the rift! This passage leads to the shelter!”
People without weapons started to hurriedly enter the dimensional gate.
They really work well together.
“Whether you’re the mad dog or whatever, you won’t return alive.”
Sijal growled, baring her teeth.
“It seems I misjudged you.”
Adilung stood next to Sijal.
Adilung was a born 4-star mage and was the leader during the Liberation War.
‘They work very well together.’
An external enemy unites internal factions, huh?
Very nice.
It means I can kill them all at once.
Dozens of vigilante members surrounded me from a distance.
A perfect encirclement.
“Ah!”
There was a scream from the left, and a blood-soaked body flew through the air.
You arrived early.
It seems they smelled the blood.
“Man. Why drag this out when this was inevitable?”
Velkist, who had broken through the encirclement, stood beside me.
Blood dripped from his sword.
“Yaaah!”
Jenna, who had jumped several meters into the air, landed beside us.
“I suspected as much, but I’m glad I came right away.”
“Is your investigation done?”
“Roughly. There’s a vigilante stronghold blocking the path to the crystal. Inside the stronghold, there’s an object, and if we hold out there, it seems we win by capture.”
Good.
The investigation is complete.
What’s left is…
I looked forward.
Two people who used to be hostile to each other stood shoulder to shoulder.
They must have looked like this when they fought together in the past.
‘Unfortunately.’
Today’s battle will be long.
It won’t just be long.
This is just the beginning.
Above the horizon, small dots were approaching.
Those bandits who had been biding their time. They noticed it too.
A triangular formation.
On the right was me,
On the left was Velkist,
And below was Jenna.
“You won’t hold back, will you, archer?”
“Who do you think I am? I do what needs to be done.”
Jenna’s hand reached for her short bow.
“Watch closely, Vel-Oppa. I’ll show you how those who stand in our way will be given the taste of my arrows.”
“Hmph.”
I spun my sword.
As of today, the Silver Star Guild is disbanded.
Whether we win or lose, that can’t be helped.
Peace for everyone?
Shove that nonsense up your ass.
In this world, the strong win,
And the winners take everything.
I’ll make you realize how pitiful your dream is.
[Master, do you want to issue an attack command on the medium-sized ruin (847D)?]
The system window popped up in my view again.
Anytng was looking at the ruin field.
The circular formation of us, surrounded by the vigilante members.
[Yes (Select) / No]
Anytng touched ‘Yes’.
[Warning!]
[The capture battle is starting!]
[Your relationship with the ‘Silver Star Guild’ has turned hostile!]
My vision turned red.
The attack signal had been given.