Episode 148
148. Abubakar
Boko Haram leader Abubakar blinked several times.
He was wondering if he was seeing a ghost.
‘Where on earth did that bastard come from? ‘You didn’t even detect a presence?’
Judging by the sudden appearance, it seemed to be invisible, but I couldn’t read it through presence detection.
“You bastard, what are you doing…” … .”
Abubakar, who was about to shout, quickly closed his mouth.
Without warning, the other party decapitated the gang member who had captured the child named Ricky.
Cleanly, without any risk of blood splattering.
Afterwards, he even showed the composure to hand over the child to Victor.
Unlike him, Abubakar could not relax.
I was so nervous that beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
It was because I belatedly saw that the weapon of the man wearing the white mask was a scythe.
‘If you are a player who uses a scythe as a weapon… … .’
There was one person who came to mind almost like a pronoun.
‘Black scythe?’
I don’t know his nationality, but he always ranks first in the world.
Regardless of country, he was considered a monster among players.
‘Couldn’t it be that black scythe?’
Even if your nickname is Scythe or your job is Reaper, there is no guarantee that you will use a sickle.
I haven’t seen it in person and I’m not sure if the black scythe uses a scythe.
It’s just a guess.
‘No, even so, that movement… … .’
It’s not unusual.
This is not ordinary skill.
I want to check it again.
When the corpse appeared, Abubakar looked at Victor, who was trying to cover the children’s eyes, and raised his hand.
Tsuuuuut-
The dagger that had left his hand returned to its owner’s grasp.
[Dagger Throw], the assassin’s skill, was fully loaded.
Swish-!
The dagger, which flew at almost the same speed as a bullet, was aimed precisely at the child’s head.
However, the white mask’s scythe once again blocked the dagger.
Ting-!
I saw it clearly this time.
‘It wasn’t a coincidence?’
Can you see through the trajectory of a flying dagger and accurately raise your sickle to block it?
I expected it, but he is not an average person.
“You blocked my attack twice. You’re not an ordinary guy, are you? But I don’t know where he came from, but you picked the wrong opponent.”
He blocked both daggers thrown at the children.
That made it clear.
That guy can’t beat himself.
It’s almost impossible to fight while protecting someone like in the movies.
‘I guess he wanted to imitate the messenger of justice… … ‘I’ll show you that reality is different.’
With just one order from him, all of his subordinates here will shoot at the hostages.
How can you stop a hail of bullets by yourself?
‘If you can protect the children, watch over them.’
He smiled like a devil and was about to open his mouth to give an order to his subordinates.
Abubakar’s eyebrows twitched.
Slurp-
The other person disappeared as if to show off.
‘what? Didn’t you use invisibility a little while ago?’
There’s a cooldown, but you’re using it again?
What’s more surprising is that after using invisibility, it disappeared from presence detection.
‘It’s amazing. But that doesn’t stop the order… … .’
Abubakar could no longer continue his thoughts.
Kwasik-!
A tremendous force from the back of his head sent his face crashing to the floor.
“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… … .”
It seems like my front teeth and nose bones are all broken.
“Look, boss!”
A white mask appeared from behind wearing invisibility and applied force to the hand that grabbed the back of Abubakar’s head.
“It’s a profit… … .”
I can’t move because my mouth is digging into the dirt.
A state where you cannot give orders even if you want to.
However, they were not subordinates who would sit still even after seeing the organization’s boss suffer.
“That bastard!”
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“Save the boss!”
30 players, each carrying a weapon, rushed to kill White Mask.
The rest of the regular gang members tried to point their guns but ended up trying.
If I did it wrong, even the boss could have suffered a blowout.
But they didn’t know.
I had no idea that the man holding down the boss was smiling beneath his mask.
* * *
‘How could this be…? … .’
Victor’s mouth did not close.
When I found out that my children were being targeted because of me, my heart sank.
When the dagger flew towards Ricky, it was just darkness before my eyes.
But suddenly, like a miracle, a savior appeared, a white mask.
The moment he blocked the dagger was surprising, but more than anything, I felt fortunate that the child’s life was saved.
But now it was even more surprising.
‘Ho, I can’t believe I’m dealing with that many people by myself… … .’
No, I couldn’t see it as an opponent.
Because it was too one-sided to compete with each other.
The players were being cut apart like moths jumping into a flame.
A scene so one-sided and overwhelming that the number of 30 people seems insufficient.
Everyone present watched the massacre with frozen faces, whether it was the kidnapped people or the gang members holding rifles.
Except Victor.
“you! Turn your head quickly! “You don’t see things like that!”
“Oh, why! “I want to see you too.”
“Just go quickly! “It’s not the time to be like this.”
“I’ll look at it a little more.”
“Sweet! “Are you not going to listen to me?”
Victor, who was worried that the children might be harmed, eventually had no choice but to ask for help from a nearby area as the children continued to hesitate.
“Mr. Marcus! What are you doing in a daze? “Hurry and evacuate the kids!”
“to? Ah Okay. Uh, let’s go, guys!”
Did Victor’s voice come to his senses?
Other adults who had been watching the massacre in a daze also belatedly began to flee with their children.
But is it because several people moved?
It was inevitable that he would be noticed by ordinary gang members and that he would be pointed at at gunpoint.
“Where are these bastards running away to? Why don’t you come here? “If you don’t want to be a hive, come back, you slaves!”
“ah… … .”
The people who were running away flinched and stopped.
A sigh flowed from Victor’s mouth.
I wanted to evacuate the children as quietly as possible, but I was wrong.
Tu-ta-ta-ta-ta-tang-!
Suddenly, a gunshot occurred and the shouting member fell to the ground.
Tu-ta-ta-ta- Tu-ta-ta-ta!
Not just one, but dozens of gang members fell down like reeds, blood splattering.
When I looked at the situation, I saw that three gang members were working together and shooting at the remaining gang members.
‘What situation is this? ‘Suddenly members of the organization betray each other?’
Victor, who was puzzled when he saw them shooting at each other, almost fainted when he saw the woman who suddenly appeared.
“Now. “Please evacuate people quickly.”
An Asian woman who appeared out of nowhere said something, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
However, I was able to understand the meaning through the gestures.
‘Ah, you’re telling me to run away quickly.’
Victor nodded at the Asian woman, thanked her, and evacuated the people.
As far away from the scene as possible.
* * *
“Aaaah!”
“Gagging!”
“Keuuuut!”
A scene of massacre with blood splashing everywhere.
Abubakar, who was watching the hell, quickly struck out.
‘f*ck it, it’s over. That guy is not my opponent.’
From the moment my face fell to the floor, I had a strong feeling that I was ruined.
The moment I realized the magnitude of the force pressing down on the back of my head, I immediately realized that it was an untouchable being.
‘It’s a black scythe. That guy really is a black scythe.’
As expected from the Shinigami class, he slaughtered thirty players without even blinking an eye.
They were people I had chosen from within the organization, but I had no idea they would be turned around so vainly.
‘Today is a truly lucky day. ‘X haircut.’
First of all, you have to take advantage of the guy fighting and run away.
It’s my subordinates’ lives and my fault, and that’s none of my business.
My life is more important than anyone else’s.
‘O Allah. ‘Why are you putting me through this ordeal?’
Although I felt resentful towards God today, I felt that it was all my fault for being immoral.
They thought that the only way to wash away the sins of this life would be to survive and kidnap and kill more infidels who did not believe in Allah.
‘Ah, running away is a problem, but for now… … .’
Abubakar, who was running non-stop and hiding behind the wall of a building, picked up his cell phone.
Tatak tatak-
When I quickly sent a text and stuck my head out again.
‘Mother Pucker!’
There was one person who was caught on the presence detection radar.
As far as I can see, it’s probably the Shinigami, that guy.
‘Damn, it might not get caught, so let’s make it transparent for now…’ … .’
He quickly hid himself and then suddenly ran away.
But before I knew it, the distance had narrowed and I was caught in the back.
Kwasik-!
“Wow!”
I lost my invisibility as I hit my head against the wall of the building.
Brick dust fell down my forehead.
Swish-
He was thrown into the air, spun six times, and then fell hard to the ground.
“Where are you going to run away?”
Pap-deuk-
“Kukkeokkuk!”
Abubakar, whose ankle was trampled by Ryumin, could not even muster the will to counterattack in the face of overwhelming power.
“This way too.”
Pap-deuk-
“Ahhhh!”
He, who couldn’t move because his ankle was broken, was grabbed by the collar and lifted like a rag.
“Follow me. “If you don’t want to be left behind.”
Ryumin took the half-out of his mind to Yamti.
“Yamti. Rule this bastard. “I need to entice you like I did before.”
“Yes, master.”
Ryumin looked at Victor, who was taking refuge with the children.
Victor Jafaille, the only alchemist.
As I worked my way up by destroying numerous organizations, I achieved my goal of rescuing him in two days, but there was still work left to do.
Because I knew that this guy who was currently under Yamti’s control was not the leader of IS.
‘He’s just a mid-boss, so to speak. I have to bring out the real thing.’
Ryumin smiled beneath his mask.
* * *
IS, an anti-state group that follows Islam, has been in decline since 2017.
Now, there are only a few remnants left.
That is why Abu Ibrahim Ashishami al-Baghdadi, the second caliph of IS and the current supreme leader, was thirsty for the revival of the organization.
‘Once again, as in the past, we must expand our power to the point where the entire country trembles at the mere mention of the name IS.’
We need to carry out terrorism and kidnap more children than we do now.
And through brainwashing education, they must be transformed into warriors only for Allah.
That’s why they kidnap children.
To rebuild glory, it is to invest for the future.
On the other hand, players were an investment for the present.
‘It’s an investment that goes downhill every month.’
Currently, there are about 800 players operating under the name IS in Nigeria.
There used to be more, but it is being cut in half every month.
If a few more months pass, there will be no players left.
That was the player’s biggest weakness.
This was also the reason why al-Baghdadi, an ordinary person, disapproved of the player.
‘It’s a consumable item with a limited time limit, and it’s not strong enough to avoid bullets… … .’
The advantage is that you can easily enter another country and commit terrorism without a gun… … .
‘These days, people don’t come out of their houses because they’re scared of players.’
There is no suitable environment for terrorism.
‘They seem like useless players. ‘Tsk.’
I clicked my tongue, but the only thing I could admit was a potion made by an alchemist named Victor.
‘Potions help. You can sell it on the black market or keep it for future use.’
Now I am saving it for future use.
Only when funds are insufficient, do we sell small amounts on the PlayPlay market.
Of course, ordinary people cannot use potions, but they can enjoy the benefits if the player feeds them for them.
Potion Shuttle.
The value of the player’s existence was that much.
At least for al-Baghdadi.
‘We need to accelerate the terrorist attacks before the number of players decreases further.’
I’m still trying to put my prepared plan into action.
The intention is for regular gang members and player gang members to work together to create a masterpiece.
‘If they commit a terrorist attack that will surprise the world, IS’ reputation will be able to recover.’
As I was checking the plan once again, a text message arrived on al-Baghdadi’s cell phone.
[Aboubakar: This is an emergency. The organization is being attacked by what appears to be a black scythe.]
‘Black scythe?’
Even al-Baghdadi, who is not a player, has heard of the name Black Scythe.
Because my subordinates who are players said that it was so great.
‘You’re a level 89 player who hasn’t missed the top ranking, right?’
Considering that most players are level 40, you can get a rough idea of how strong they are.
‘What if we drag this guy into IS?’
A terrorist attack on the White House, which is ISIS’s dream, may be possible.
“I finally found a worthy player.”
Al-Baghdadi’s eyes were curved like a crescent moon.
