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Pick me up

In the world of a mobile gacha game, 'Loki', who was in earth till just now is this mobile game for some unknown reason, He who was once a top-ranked Master, awakens to find himself reincarnated as a lowly Level 1 hero named 'Han Yslat'. Now determined to return to Earth, he must lead a team of novice Masters and heroes through the game's toughest challenges, including conquering the dreaded 100th floor of the Dungeon. Armed with grit, wit, and a refusal to accept defeat, Loki embarks on an epic journey of hard-carrying heroism in Pick Me Up Webtoon.

Jigsaw404 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
210 Chs

Chapter 110: Line Between Friend and Foe

It says: Please commit suicide!

The leader pulled a dagger from his belt.

The two people next to me took out small crossbows from their chests.

I kicked the sword stuck in Chuck away. He turned around and grabbed his sword in his hand. I dodged the dagger-like dagger that was aimed at me and thrust the blade into the neck of one of the men. With my left hand, I pulled a dagger from my belt and threw it. The dagger pierced the eye of the soldier who had aimed his crossbow at me. I pulled the sword from his neck and slashed at the limp soldier's torso. At the same time, the tractor thrown by Edith struck the third man in the forehead like an arrow.

The three bodies spit blood and began to rot. I stood among the corpses, hot blood dripping from my sword. The strong smell of blood reached my head.

He spread out his blood-stained blade and said, ``Are you still going to talk?''

A similar incident occurred in my master's time.

The enemy was human, and the heroes who hesitated were destroyed.

Negotiations did not exist.

No matter who shows up or how they show up.

Kill or be killed.

Aaron raised his head and silently picked up the spear from the ground.

An emotionless voice came out of his mouth.

Do I have to kill everyone?

Yes. Negotiations don't go well.

Okay.

Aaron gripped his spear tightly and aimed it at his enemy.

The five soldiers were already ready for battle.

Jenna, are you going to save her?

If we don't kill them, we will be killed.

That's called explanation.

Well, it's okay. We were in a desperate situation. We were desperate!

Squeeze!

An arrow shot from a quiver hit a soldier in the chest. His eyes widened and he collapsed. The pressure of the ground caused the arrow to pierce his chest and fly out of his back.

Eorca doesn't care.

She had already started chanting fire magic.

Edith, who was watching this, grumbled bitterly.

It seems like she was worrying for nothing.

Of course.

When choosing party members, what I valued most was not talent or strength, but mental strength. It was a desire and a determination to do anything to survive.

Prepare for battle.

The formation is complete.

Aaron and I are in the front, Jenna and Edith are in the middle, and Eorka is in the back. Four enemies died, so there were nine. The soldiers rushed toward us, making a roar like metal clashing.

These guys aren't normal.

Edith pointed a dagger at his hand.

Abnormal. literally. Black veins, reminiscent of creepy tattoos, stretched across their faces and skin. Madness flared in her pupils.

Please light it!

Whoosh.

A wall of flame spread before my eyes.

Ah!

Two soldiers engulfed in flames struggled and died.

The heated metal plates of the armor glowed red.

Through the flames, Jenna's arrow pierced the air.

A middle-aged bearded soldier charged at me with a spear.

Blocked with his shield while moving his left hand. The tip of the spear slipped off the shield and the soldier stumbled. My sword was in front of him. With a spurt of blood, his head was nearly severed, and he fell to the ground, clutching his throat, and took his last breath with a gurgling sound.

Weak.

They were well equipped but lacked education and discipline.

They brandished their weapons and attacked at random. It took less than 5 minutes to complete. In an instant, 12 bodies were scattered across the town square.

He was the only one left.

He sat trembling in fear.

I wiped the blood from the blade on the wall and approached the soldier. he spat and raised his voice.

Please give me a break! Give me a break! My wife and daughter are waiting for me. Must go back! Baa, welcome home. I have to go home!

How do you want to go home?

That's ah!

The soldier grabbed his head and screamed.

The soldier screamed, black blood gushing from his mouth, and he collapsed. Then his movements stopped. he was dead.

Eorca frowned at him and said, ``These people are weird.''

Edith put the dagger in the sheath on her belt.

You are brainwashed. I've seen it several times. Still, this level of thorough brainwashing of so many people has never been seen before. Come to think of it, last time

Is it the same guy?

Yes. We definitely killed them, but the same bastards showed up.

I wiped the tarry black blood on the floor.

It was the same as that woman.

I still don't understand. There were too few clues.

But they weren't special, they were just trapped on the 12th floor.

Soon light enveloped us.

It was a return signal.

[Stage cleared!]

[Jenna (), Edith (), level up!]

[Reward 3500G, Leather (C) x 1]

[MVP Han ()]

Returned from the rift return .

Edith had already left. The battle was easy, but fatigue was etched on the faces of the three men. I sheathed my sword and spoke.

Get used to it. I do the same.

Yes. It doesn't make much difference whether it's a monster or a human.

The blood that covered my body disappeared without a trace.

However, the acrid smell lingered on the tip of my nose for a long time.

Taking a life.

There was no hesitation or thrill like I had imagined. This will be the case in the future as well. It was foolish to think that after killing so many monsters you would have a hard time killing people. I will if necessary. No matter who the other person is.

I returned to my room and organized my materials again.

A humanoid appears on the 12th floor. If similar people appear on the 13th and 14th floors, you can predict which monster will appear on the 15th floor. From the method and timing of the destruction by the three parties, I was able to infer the nature of the mission.

.

I couldn't help but think about what happened again.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.

Have I changed?

Well, if that's the case, that makes sense.

Both myself on the ground and myself in the waiting room have changed in many ways.

But I don't regret it. I had no choice but to change. If I hadn't done that, I would have died. It was inevitable.

It would be difficult to go back and adjust again.

I sighed and continued working.

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