332. Who has the initiative in the fight?
The Immortal Apostle did not retrieve the shield.
This shield is special. And it was disposable.
The holding time is 30 minutes.
If it’s long, … and if it’s short, it’s short.
This rectangular shield was a psionic gear that could block any attack from any direction.
‘It was appropriate.’
I didn’t feel like it was a waste.
If I had been just one moment late, my whole body would have been torn to shreds.
If I had been unlucky, I might have sacrificed my flesh to that lion’s stomach.
The shield boasts absolute strength when it comes to physical strength.
‘But I still feel incredibly anxious.’
But that’s okay.
She was thorough. She had moments like this in mind.
There are two cards left prepared for that.
Sweat ran down my temples. Of course, I acted as if nothing had happened.
Se-Choi-Teuk appeared walking towards me with a blank stare.
“Look. Look into my eyes.”
The illusionary eyes trembled as he spoke. He seemed to be quite focused.
Will it be a success?
No, it won’t be. Judging from what he’s shown so far, Se-Choi-Teuk has shown fighting power beyond the standards.
‘In particular, he has an eye for predicting orders in advance.’
The apostle knew three ways to avoid being caught in illusions.
Although he appeared simple and innocent on the outside, Se-Choi-Teuk was a monster.
The level of thinking was also unusual.
I know I enjoy this type of tactic myself.
The Apostle’s specialty was to fool his opponent into falling into a trap.
And, contrary to his attitude and speech, Se-Choi-Teuk’s actions were incredibly clever.
‘You can tell just by looking at how they took advantage of this trap in the first place.’
Traces of the battle clearly show this.
It would have been no choice to face the crocodile that first attacked you.
However, Se-Choi-Teuk hid his momentum. He was thorough. He didn’t intentionally show off his momentum.
He pretended to be a talker.
The apostle deliberately lengthened his words and continued the conversation.
In the process, I tried to read anxiety in Se-Choi-Teuk’s voice, but failed.
Until then, I thought I was the type who hid my emotions well.
Unfounded confidence is the opposite of insecurity.
The apostle thought so. But he still thought it was strange.
Se-Choi-Teuk was too confident.
“Take it easy. Do you have time?”
The wizard next to me muttered. That was the end of the conversation.
He is an apostle who can count on one hand the number of times he has failed to gauge the psychology of his opponent.
So this was a defeat in psychological warfare.
‘Was it intentional to put the horse first? To target the crocodile?’
Previously, the failure of the Hwarim raid had become a rumor.
The crocodile that ran away from the sunflower got a scar on its face.
‘Did you aim for that?’
If a crocodile pounces, it’ll be a relatively easy fight, right?
What’s the benefit of fighting the radical shapeshifters first?
It might make it difficult for at least a few people to see what’s going on.
Even if you looked at the fight between the shapeshifters with the eyes of a wizard, you wouldn’t be able to see it.
‘It can make the watching wizard let his guard down.’
It’s all a guess. Is this an exaggeration?
No way. Didn’t the results tell you?
When the crocodile attacked, the apostle was also half-confident in his victory.
He was fooled himself.
What are the results?
The crocodile’s silver drug scales broke. He died with a broken neck.
He collapsed, head down, slumped against the wall.
There was no sound of breathing. There was no sense of life. It was a corpse. The crocodile was dead.
After that, Se-Choi-Teuk killed the wizard first.
It’s variable blocking. It’s a great personal tactic that takes advantage of the gap created by the battle between the shapeshifters.
From then on, he took control of the situation with the Black Panther.
Who has the initiative in this fight?
This side started it all, but from the middle on, all the processes and benefits were taken away.
‘I might have to resort to one last trick.’
Cold sweat runs down my face. Long-lived immortals sometimes don’t feel the boundary between life and death.
It is not easily excited as a counter-effect of the strong mental strength that prevents death.
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The apostle felt the adrenaline rush.
It was so thrilling that the space between my legs felt wet.
How long has it been since I’ve been in this situation?
“Come closer. Come closer. Look at me. Look into my eyes. I will lock you in the iron bars of happiness.”
Hwansang-an muttered while concentrating.
The iron bars of happiness, what the author was doing was a kind of mental bondage.
It is a technique of putting oneself in a state of lyricism through hypnosis.
The apostle was convinced when he saw the approaching steps of the Most High.
‘It didn’t work.’
What a completely hypnotic performance.
Seeing that there was no sign of a special species rebelling at that level, I was confident.
I didn’t get that.
“little bit more.”
The apostle muttered.
But I still cheer for you. It’s not an illusion, it’s the purpose of deceiving Se Choi-teuk.
Se-Choi-Teuk is a guy who has eaten hundreds of snakes in his stomach.
He was only in his early twenties, but he was more skilled in the battlefield than his father.
‘You little monster.’
“Now, you live in it. You live happily.”
Sweat dripped from his forehead in the vision. He was displaying superhuman concentration.
I was giving it my all, without a single ounce of energy left in my body.
and.
“Oh, I feel dizzy.”
Gwangik came within arm’s reach, frowned, and slapped Hwansangan’s cheek.
match!
“100 million!”
The illusionary eye, struck on the right cheek, flew to the side and hit its head on the shield created by the apostle.
The illusion that was right raised its head.
I was so surprised that I couldn’t say anything and just mumbled some nonsensical, dumbfounded words.
That’s Isis’s executive, the illusionist.
If someone saw this, would they believe it?
“Why do you have a barbershop sign on your eye?”
At those words, the apostle quickly bit his lip. He almost laughed.
“… …Why aren’t you hanging up?”
I asked, placing my hand on the cheek where the illusion had struck.
He looked truly pitiful, crouched down, leaning one side of his body against the shield.
“Because a healthy mind resides in a healthy body. These are the words of Ms. Kang Seol-hye.”
As he speaks, he shows off his special biceps.
‘That crazy kid.’
Are you trying to make me laugh?
The apostle bit his tongue again, out of sight.
You must not laugh. You must concentrate to save your life.
“Is that right? You say you trained your mind like a muscle?”
Hwansang-an bravely understood what was being said and answered.
“Okay.”
Se-Choi-Teuk answered as if he was staring into the distance.
The eyes are somehow hazy.
“You too, have been manipulated by your shape-shifting mother since you were young and tormented by your immortal father who gives you wise sayings. That’s enough.”
I said it jokingly, but it’s true.
What does the Transformers emphasize?
It’s extreme.
That’s what self-control is all about.
They say that we should suppress our instincts with mental power. Of course, this is just idealism.
The right answer is to release the desire to some extent and control the desire through other methods.
Actually, many shapeshifters are doing that these days.
‘But if you’re a rehabilitated witch.’
He may have trained his son through extreme hardship.
Because she’s the old school type.
Would you neglect your mental powers just because you’re immortal?
Not at all.
Same here.
Pain tolerance training.
These are the people who take pride in not screaming even when their arms are cut off and their intestines are stabbed.
The thing that the Immortal emphasizes most is patience.
Whether it’s the asceticism of transformation or the patience of immortality.
Anyway, it emphasizes mental strength.
Se-Choi-Teuk’s parents are Thousand Face and the Regeneration Witch.
Both are capable of making their mark on the world of special species.
Those two sons are the most special.
‘Should I be swayed by illusions and such?’
Even if it’s the ISIS executive’s superpower, the opponent is too bad.
“Did you put my cat to sleep?”
Se-Choi-Teuk glanced at the sleeping lion and became annoyed.
“Don’t you know how precious a pet is to its owner? You don’t kill them kindly. You go to the 108th level of pain tolerance training.”
I don’t know what the 108 stages of pain tolerance training are, but I didn’t want to go through it even if it meant dying.
The mind in the fantasy was like an apostle.
Hwansangan, who was an executive of Isis, said.
“I just put you to sleep.”
“Wake up. If the child is in a strange state, you will be left behind.”
Soon the illusion woke up Mad Ryan.
Ugh.
The lion, still half-asleep, bared its fangs at the nearby Gwang-ik.
As if that wasn’t enough, I was about to bite it.
His attitude was completely different from before.
Gwangik slapped the lion on the cheek.
Bam!
A heavy thud followed.
Then he looked down at the fallen Mad Lion.
B.
Mad Lion quickly closed his eyes, looked at Gwangik’s expression, and then opened his stomach again.
‘Didn’t you say that was Isis’ headache?’
Mad Lion, a mad lion, a disobedient experimental subject who has given up on himself, a being of lust who is obsessed with biting his opponents.
A crazy experimental subject that is impossible to control, except for a few people including the King of Isis.
“Ugh, ugh.”
Is that a dog, a cat, or a lion?
It’s a scene that raises questions.
“Look, the kid didn’t even recognize his owner and tried to bite him. Isn’t this a side effect? You answer with your eyes.”
What the heck is this?
“No, that’s just how he is.”
“This kid.”
Gwangik raised his left hand. Hwansangan reflexively covered his cheek.
match!
The sound came from the other side.
The illusion that was hit again spat out a few of its molars.
How delicately do you have to hit your molars to make them clench at the sound of a clench?
The apostle looked curious, but outwardly he looked defeated.
“Where is the kid who was originally like that? That kid was originally kind.”
That crazy kid is real.
The apostle pinched his thigh.
When did you see me like this and start treating me like your pet?
“But should we consider a lion as a cat or as a dog?”
Se-Choi-Teuk muttered alone.
Are you calling me your pet without even knowing that?
“Eyes, adjust this and try to solve this.”
Se-Choi-Teuk muttered and then said abruptly.
It was a word directed at the apostle.
Hwansang-an, who was struck in the cheek and left dumbfounded, hesitated for a moment before raising his head.
We weren’t particularly close enough to seek loyalty.
“Then you’re going to let me live?”
Only then did Hwan Sang-an come to his senses and speak.
“I will save you.”
Se Choi-teuk answered.
The fantasy focused again.
The apostle closed his eyes. That was enough.
The downside to this ability is that it doesn’t activate unless you make eye contact.
Even if that’s not the case, it would be nice to have some gear that defends your mind.
If you don’t have any, you can bite your tongue or stab your thigh the moment you see the illusion.
Because pain brings about a sense of reality.
Therefore, that ability was useless against a skilled immortal.
“… … Open your eyes.”
He spoke in a voice that was split in two.
If you were me, would you get excited?
“Can’t you do it?”
The voice of Se-Choi-Teuk was heard.
soon.
puck.
A small noise was heard. The apostle knew that the illusionary eye had died.
The eyes of the apostle and Se-Choi-Teuk met as they opened their eyes.
Snake, I was wondering why you were talking nonsense all this time, and it turned out you were just trying to get me to leave.
The playfulness in his eyes has disappeared now.
A moment of silence passed between them.
It was the apostle who broke the silence.
“If you spare my life, I will tell you the secret of your birth.”
It was time to lay down the hidden cards.
* * *
The secret of birth?
No way, mom?
No. Look at the relationship between the two, there’s no way that’s possible.
I tried to recall my childhood memories.
From birth certificates to photos, etc.
I don’t think that’s it.
“really?”
As he spoke, he lightly scratched the barrier with his fingernails.
Tick tick.
It doesn’t scratch. It’s pretty hard.
If you work hard for three days and three nights, you can break it.
Even if it isn’t, it still has an impact.
‘I don’t think it’s magic.’
It doesn’t smell like an order. Then it must be a supernatural type.
“What is this shield?”
I asked. I was curious and didn’t want to be dragged around by talk of the secret of birth.
The apostle spoke in a calm tone.
“Have you ever heard this saying? The wishes of a dead person with powers are stronger than those of a living person with powers?”
there is.
Although very rare, superpowers are essentially a combination of physical strength and willpower.
That willpower explodes at the moment of death and contains the thought.
Sometimes objects would move on their own, or doors would close without any wind, all of these were cases like this.
The magician’s salt has been imbued into the object.
People see it and say, “I saw a ghost, I saw a ghost.”
There are no ghosts or spirits in the world. Instead, there are dead supernatural beings of a special kind.
“It’s one of those types. A special supernatural being that creates a barrier, a gear made with the last wish of saving a lover.”
“Your boyfriend made that and died?”
“Do I look like that female protagonist?”
“no.”
It’s a pointless conversation.
“People have roots. Aren’t you curious about who your grandfather is?”
grandfather?
“Chairman of Dangun Group?”
“Except for my maternal grandparents.”
Look at this? I was wondering what it was, but it looks like you really know something.
“If you promise to spare my life, I promise you two things. One, the identity of your grandfather. Two, defeat the assassin I have prepared.”
It sounded like a pretty good deal.
Except one.
“There are no assassins.”
“hmm?”
While the apostle was asking questions, I waved my hand behind her.
At the top of the passage, the hanging stick teacher fell down.
“How have you been?”
Sunday, the first of the monthly salary Lupins has returned.
Maybe Mr. Log No. 2 has returned too.
“I’ve taken care of all the assassins.”
I nodded roughly in greeting to the stick teacher.
What gives you the upper hand in a conversation is the mood and flow.
I turned back the flow of being dragged.
For the first time, a look of confusion crossed the apostle’s eyes.
