How To Live as a Scammer in the Game

37. Raise your hand if you feel like falling behind

“Uh, why…!”

The gravekeeper hesitantly backed away, clutching his bleeding nose.

With a face that doesn’t know why his magic didn’t work.

But aren’t humans inherently stupid animals?

Even after confirming with his own eyes that mind control was not working on me, he repeated the same mistake again.

“It can’t be like this!”

“I have.”

He stretched out his hand and tried mind control again.

But what didn’t work once couldn’t be done twice.

I snorted and tore off the root of the tree that was binding my left arm.

Poududeuk!

Now that my left arm is free, I release the restraints on my right arm.

Kwadeuk!

walked forward

Tboob.

“Hee, hee!”

Confidence turned to fear in an instant.

The sense of superiority on his face had long since disappeared.

‘okay. It’s just these guys. That’s why I fell for the devil’s trick.’

If you were really a strong person, would you have sold your soul so easily?

Diaz also hit a huge wall and lost his most precious friend.

Didn’t you hold out anyway?

Didn’t he rise above that and eventually be reborn as an unrivaled demon hunter?

without selling your soul to the devil.

That is why her soul shines so brightly.

On the other hand, the level of these guys was obvious.

even if it’s a little hard

Even if it was a little painful, I couldn’t stand it and collapsed.

At the devil’s candy-coated words that appeared at that moment, he must have passed it over without knowing how great the value of his soul was.

Everyone lives hard.

Even if it’s dirty and lethal every day.

hold on though

It is respectable because

So I was disgusted with demons.

Those who dig into that weakness and try to corrupt it into a cursed life.

And those who fell for the devil’s tricks were also disgusting.

Those who fall for the deceit that everyone endures and make excuses.

“Bastards like you stab people in the back for a few pennies, eat liver and gallbladder and throw it away, and even kill them to get their own gain.

The gravekeeper put a bloodstain around his neck.

“Yeah, damn it! What to say! Why don’t you kill me for my own gain! Everyone lives like that? Huh?”

“Don’t give a damn.”

“That’s a wild instinct. Isn’t it the power of the weak? The weak will die anyway, so I just rob them a little faster and kill them a little faster! Because I’m strong! That’s okay!”

I raised my fist.

I didn’t want to hear more of his dirty excuses.

“Right, right… Raise your hand if you feel like going behind the scenes. Then I’ll stop for a moment. Before I kill you, I’ll have to find out who’s behind it.”

“Uh, uh… Now, let’s go to sleep…!”

aaagh!

dump.

“……Huh? Hey. Breathe! Breath! Hey!”

* * *

after a long time has passed.

The gravekeeper came to his senses.

“Heh, heh!… Heh, is it a dream?…”

No, it seemed that he hadn’t come to his senses yet.

I decided to help him a little so he could come to his senses.

Damn!

By slapping the cheek.

“Ahh!”

Unfortunately, no, fortunately, it seemed that my mind had returned in one shot.

He quickly realized that he was tied to a chair.

“Da, what the hell are you?”

“……What is that? Haven’t you been hit yet? Are you talking half-heartedly?”

“……Muh, what is it…… yo.”

“From now on, I will ask questions.”

“…….”

I explained the simple rules.

“Answer straight. If you want to be a little strange.”

He showed his left arm slightly.

“Go one more room.”

“……Huh!”

“That requested power. Where did you get it from?”

“Oh, I made a contract with the devil.”

“Did you do it?”

“…….yo. this.”

“Where can I find him?”

“I don’t know…”

I raised my fist again.

“Oh, ji, I really don’t know! I really don’t know!”

I guess I really don’t know…

I can’t give up just like this.

“Then what were you doing here?”

“Hey, I was paying the price for power.”

“cost?”

“Yes. There is a giant’s remains in the center of this underground tomb, and I wanted to restore it.”

remains of a giant?

I wanted to tell you what I saw along the way.

“Why?”

“That’s me too…”

I let out a sigh.

“ha……”

When I sighed, he was startled.

What the hell do you really know… tsk.

“Then where did you take the other guy?”

“That-that guy is not from my household…”

“Don’t you know?”

“……Yes.”

“What a useless bastard.”

“Oh…ah! I know that.”

“……?”

“I heard at first glance that it would create some kind of soul… They say that restoring the remains of a giant is also to bring out the soul sleeping in the remains.”

My eyes lit up when I heard that.

‘He who molds the soul!’

Because he stepped in, this city was robbed.

I got it.

The chief of staff of the Necromancer Corps.

High Lich, Horikedon.

At the same time as a human being who became obsessed with black magic and entered the demon army himself.

He was also a monster who became the chief of staff of the devil corps in recognition of his devilish talent and maddening temperament.

That talent was the perverted ability to gather human souls, mix them up, and create your own demons.

To put it simply, it could be said to be a lich that creates a chimera soul version.

On the downside, he was also one of the most successful human beings.

‘Since such a guy appears, it must be that among humans, those who aim for high-ranking demons keep popping up.’

Well, still, this was a big enough harvest.

Because I knew the other person’s identity.

Then, the type of magic that the Gravekeeper used was discernible.

Since he received help from Horikedon, it must be soul brainwashing magic.

‘Then if I kill him, all the brainwashed humans will be released anyway…’

I finally asked the gravekeeper.

“I heard that there are devil’s things. What is that?”

“Ah. Is that? That’s nothing special. Isn’t there the minion I mentioned earlier? He brings it periodically, and I spray it. It’s simple. It’s a contract that unlocks potential and instead takes the soul when you die. Somehow. It seemed to be rumored to be a thing because it was misrepresented.”

It was absurd.

“Originally, it’s the potential you have, but you let me use it and take your soul?”

“Yes. Yes. The devil isn’t even a god. How can he create something that doesn’t exist? It’s so funny how everyone gives up and goes on living like that even though they have that kind of ability, and then jumps at you because you’re just making an opportunity. They didn’t even know it was their own. chuckle.”

“Of course, I don’t know where you get that contract from, right?”

“Of course.”

“Is there anything else?”

“…Is it over now? Then, let me save you…”

I looked at him with dumbfounded eyes.

“How many people have you killed so far?”

“Hmm. So far… I don’t think there’s less than 20 people, right?”

“……”

“haha……”

“What would you do if I saved you?”

“Well, wouldn’t it be okay to run away to the countryside and kill a little less?”

“There are voices asking for help.”

“It must be impossible, right?”

I nodded.

squeak.

* * *

Seeing the gravekeeper’s head cut off, Levarsen licked his lips in regret.

“In the end, we couldn’t figure out who was behind it.”

“No. I figured it out.”

“What?”

“I told you. He’s the one who molds the soul. Then there’s only one.”

She stared blankly at me.

“Why?”

“No…… I was surprised, I was surprised. It’s amazing that I can figure it out with just that.”

Then he looked down at the gravekeeper’s neck.

“To find out who’s behind it… I’ve been chasing after so much trouble… I solved it in one day.”

It was a bit of a sad face.

I kind of read her.

It’s because I know the future and I know the demons well because I’ve seen them in the original story, and she’s not doing anything wrong.

“It was good enough.”

“Ha ha. That’s not comforting at all?”

“……”

well, don’t do it

Now my head couldn’t afford such personal consolation.

‘If the opponent is Horike Dawn… Whoa. It gets a bit complicated.’

My intuition that my plan to delay the invasion was not easy.

the one who molds the soul.

Of course, his main weapon was the undead specters he made by stitching together according to his taste.

What’s wrong with this?

‘You’re going to need a special weapon…’

Horike Dawn was a really tricky name.

The trait of a specter was the root of all the problems.

In short, it was that normal physical attacks did not work.

that is to say.

It was said that not only the space slash, my most powerful attack method, but also the colossus’ left arm was useless.

To deal with him, he needed offensive weapons dedicated to the undead specter, not the items he normally wears.

Or, there was a way to detonate a silver powder bomb to temporarily make physical attacks work, but…

‘Because it’s already a tiring situation to get this or that item.’

And the strategy of dealing with consumables was a method I didn’t want to use much now that it had become a reality rather than a game.

‘Because even if I miscalculate a little, I could end up being hit and killed by using up all the consumables.’

In the original work, there were not a few cases where they ventured to save money as much as possible.

But isn’t it the reality that you can’t start over now?

I had no intention of risking my life on an adventure.

‘The only thing left is to find a weapon that can damage specter-type monsters… ha. It’s easy.’

Money wasn’t the problem.

The stumbling block was that there were few people who could make it.

Basically, if you made a weapon out of silver, its durability dropped dramatically.

But the opponent is the corps chief of staff?

It was said that there was no way to reach a certain level of quality.

In order to deal with a chief of staff level, there had to be no shortage of either durability or power.

This was a pain in the ass.

Even if you play as a paladin, you’ll get tired if it’s not a powerful unique skill that comes out in the second half.

The only skill I have right now is…

‘Well?’

at that time.

There was one idea going through my head.

[Normal Skill: Golden Spear (Mythic Class only) – Summons and throws a high-temperature golden spear that melts even the souls of evil.]

It melts the soul…?

And that, too, is the evil spirit.

Aww?

‘If this is good…’

I wondered how it would be worth rubbing it with a pair of teeth….