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Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.

Sanseiu · Fantaisie
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213 Chs

Unexpected Developments

Since I got this job done, I had to go to my two-party mates quickly. Since Toro would speed up when he focused only on cutting, we would unite with Sukrucuk and raise the level of our delicate girl.

When I arrived at the Social Media zone, I found a large crowd inside the shield. They watched a person plunging like a combine among the Fallen from where they were gathered.

The person on whom the spotlights fell was none other than our Sukrucuk, and they were taking down whatever creatures there were together with the Rimel he took behind him.

"Hey, looked at the lion!"

When I moved towards them among the bewildered looks of the people, our people had already cleared a large area, and I was going to reach them in a short time since there were no mobs on the road.

"Brother, the armor is impressive; look, it has reliefs!"

These words made the middle-aged man turn a grimace, and when I had a chance to examine the equipment in detail, I would realize my indiscretion.

The inside of the shield that surrounded the village we were in had the floor made of black earth. Even though we stepped barefoot, neither our feet nor the ground got dirty because of our feet.

The outside of the shield was a whole different matter, with the heat-cracked ground veining, the dust and smoke rising at the slightest wind creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Despite this, the metallic gray armor covering Sukrucuk's upper body was burning hot, making him look like a mighty knight as the sun shone on him.

There were reliefs on it as I had seen before, but now when I got closer, I realized that the figures engraved on the armor were not very heartwarming.

On the chest part, the face of the character appeared in everyone's mind when they heard the armor's name stood out; it covered the entire front part of the relief of his crying face.

"Max, his features are so beautiful; I don't mind his name but look at this type!"

"So what would I do if someone started a sentence like 'Emrah run' in the future!

The man was right; who would want to carry the figure of the most dramatized character in Turkish cinema.

"Don't worry about them, brother; let's go about our business. After a certain level, you will change the armor anyway."

I turned into a trickster, not getting tired of acting according to everyone's pulse.

How could I know that I would start a completely different incident when I said I had solved this problem? Two shapeless people were slurring something near our Rimel.

"Hey! Hey!"

These people, advancing like me through the gap opened by Sukrucuk, turned their heads after my call and looked at me from head to toe.

"You have set up a good system! The girl is doing something, and you know these types who kill without freezing!"

It was someone who had the word Unnecessary on his head speaking. Wherever he found water and put it on his head, his hair was stuck to his scalp as if a cow had licked it.

"From now on, we will use this girl! Come on now, walk away!"

When the interesting-looking man was finished, the boy standing half a step behind him spoke. Yancı was written on this person's head, whose arms were broken above the elbow as if a rash had appeared under the armpit.

'The time has come; the losers, indispensable figures of online games, have finally arrived!'

While I was muttering to myself, I was thinking about how to send these rascals. The best solution was to take Rimel with us and move a little further inwards.

After a while, the mobs would have to be reborn, and when this happened, the loser duo would be sent to their daily torment before they could escape.

"What are you saying? Get out of here before you break your head!"

I, who was after solving the business without any fuss and noise, realized that I had missed some subjects when I felt the anger of the voice ringing in my ear.

"Cut it out, Little Emrah, you go after your mother!"

When Sukrucuk intervened, the strange-haired man spoke. I think we have entered an irreversible road; other than that, I had to go where my heart took me.

"Your ancestor….!"

The reaction I expected came in seconds. Our tough boy hit the head of the man he grabbed by the collar with both hands.

We were on the horizon of the irrevocable evening, and it was too late; my right fist had already taken its place next to my body. Breathing out, I swung my shot like an arrow out of my bow, and I used my talent as if to say just like that.

That's how I would know that the Fallen were quite resilient because when the man named Useless took the blow to the head, his shoulders would be bare.

I ripped it out of my head; the line came to life in front of me. While the face of the man named Yancı was flat, his brother's head was bouncing like a rubber ball on the cracked ground.

As if waiting for this, a breeze hit our place fiercely, and the ashes of the two bandits' fading bodies were blown away.

Evilness Score Received: +5

First Sinner Kill Bonus: +5

Goodness Points Received: +5

Party Member Protection Bonus: +5

As the notifications rushed past me, I realized that we were doing a great job, only I had seen them, but after a while, an announcement rang in my ears for the whole village to hear.

"People named Max and Sukrucuk gained Fugitive status by killing other sinners. For the next 24 hours, they can be hunted like the Fallen, those who kill them will have their torment counter reset, and they will not be punished for a week!"

After what we heard, we were aimlessly looking at each other with our party's tank, and I was sure that my name had changed color to indicate that I was hunting while the Sukrucuk lettering turned red.

"Brother, it's perilous here; let's get inside the shield now!"

It was still empty around us, and that way, we would be specific targets for people who wanted to attack us; if my guess were correct, they wouldn't attack us in the area inside the shield.

"Attack!"

"They can't freeze us; let's kill them together!"

"I won't suffer that torture again; hit the bitches!"

The public got agitated after the announcement, and we were like delicious sandwiches in their eyes; they were going to eat us in two bites, in their minds.

"Brother, let's go deeper!"

"Rimel, they can't do anything to you; run right into the shield!"

There was no need to drag the girl after us; even if we were going to die, we had to handle it ourselves.

The people had gotten closer, but Rimel was still where it was, unexpectedly accelerating behind us as we started to run.

"Rimel, escape into the shield. Don't follow us!"

When Sukrucuk raised his voice fatherly, the young girl's eyes filled with tears; she started to cry and talk.

"You are not immune to this area; without me, you will die eventually!"

She shed tears when her words were over; Rimel was right when they said we knew that too, but we didn't want to tell Rimel to come with us.

"Okay, don't cry now; we're all going together!"

The young girl's expression was like a dazzling rainbow after torrential rain, her delicate features warming one's heart while her sparkling pearly teeth shone like stars illuminating the night.

"I'm coming, my brothers! Clear the way, you bastards!"

Just as we were running away with our backs turned, we were nailed to where we were with a shout from the bottom of the shield. We all knew the owner of this voice very well; another member of our party, Toraman, was approaching us at full speed.

"Get out of my way!"

The big boy was not coming to us usually; He was coming to kill the people around him, waving his hand like a shovel.

"A person named Toraman gained Fugitive status by killing other sinners. For the next 24 hours, they can be hunted like the Fallen, those who kill them will have their torment counter reset, and they will not be punished for a week!"

I'll admit, I didn't expect this at all; this boy I nicknamed the king of the slouches burned himself to help us.

Stupid sinners would have to pause to understand what had happened. When this happened, Toraman, who was still running, had already reached us.

Toraman was out of breath; obviously, he had jumped out as soon as he heard the announcement. After a few breaths, when he recovered, I found the other two people, including him, looking at me as if to say, 'What are we going to do now?'