Became a Master of the Academy’s Hidden Skills

152 – Reversal (3)

Assassination means secretly killing people, and an assassin is someone who does such a thing.

Assassins in roguelike games have very powerful powers.

In a world where killing is the difference between victory and defeat, a job that specializes in killing people has a huge advantage.

But that wasn’t the only advantage.

Assassins usually make it a rule to kill quickly, so they have a weak body and put everything into attack power.

Because of this, if the first attack fails, the chance of being assassinated sharply decreases, and conversely, you are in danger of dying.

If the surroundings are bright, you won’t be able to hide properly, and you won’t be able to act hastily.

If your identity is discovered, it will be difficult to act as an assassin.

In order to secure this point, I once tried a lot with Lee Seok-hyun.

Did he die like that ten times in vain?

The success of the 11th attempt was what it is now.

[Due to the effect of the double world, all designated targets have been invited.]

[The effect of Silent Forest changes the surroundings to a forest and silences the surrounding sounds.]

[Due to the clown’s moon effect, the time zone is fixed to deep night. It also grants confusion to all creatures under the Clown Moon.]

First of all, in order to make up for an assassin’s chronic weakness of being heavily influenced by the environment, he acquired the skill to cultivate the world.

Now that the environment is ready, the next thing to prepare is to have the power to assassinate anyone who comes.

I invited you, but if the opponent is too strong and dies on the contrary, isn’t it meaningless?

‘It’s tough.’

To be honest, catching two named mines at the same time was impossible unless it was Lee Seok-hyun from the previous episode.

No, technically there are a few more.

It was impossible with the current Assassin’s data.

Nonetheless, it was possible to estimate to some extent that Ding Dong Deng had called this data.

First of all, the situation that I shouldn’t find out that I’m fighting, and the two conditions that I have to deal with everything as quietly as possible must have been met.

But you don’t have to catch both at the same time.

What was needed at this time was tagging.

———-

The effect of tag is active.

The rules for tagging are as follows.

1. You are a tagger.

2. All designated targets become the target of the tagger, and are incapacitated when caught by the tagger.

ㄴ Neutralization :: A person caught by the tagger cannot do anything beyond the status given when captured by the tagger.

———-

Invite the assassination target to the double world and incapacitate it with hide and seek.

This power that maximized the possibility of an assassin was strong enough to reach me very quickly near the ending.

‘In the end, I lost the last boss because this effect didn’t work.’

Conversely, it meant that all non-last bosses were subject to the effect of tag.

In addition to this, there were several other auxiliary skills, but the key ones are the ones just mentioned.

“How is it, so do you understand now?”

I tapped the cheek of the Duke tied tightly in the spider’s web in front of me.

I only guessed it when I was dealing with Karan, but it seemed that when I called up the data from the previous round, it was affected by the personality of the character I was playing at that time.

The slap on the cheek that I would never have done if it were the original me came out so naturally that I was surprised in real time.

“Ugh…!”

“Oh, that’s right. I can’t do anything.”

The effect of ‘cannot do anything’ refers to the state of not being able to do anything as it really is.

Named Mine and whatever, once caught by the tagger, it would change to a level worse than that of a baby.

“Maybe it’s because I deliberately put in the concept of middle school 2 when I play an assassin… My body is a bit itchy.”

A posture where you cover half of your face with your right hand and hold your right elbow with your left hand.

The black flame dragon pose, which is often said, is taken very naturally.

“Duke, I thought that if you had anti-aircraft means, you would of course run towards the clown’s moon.”

That’s why it’s a spider’s web, and the hunter is very suspicious, so I’ll have to catch it slowly, but it’s not you.

Realizing that I was being eaten by Consup while I was talking, I quickly killed the Duke.

Tied up in a cocoon made of spider webs, the Duke died without even flapping its wings.

While stroking the guy’s neck, I slowly pulled out the stabbing blade.

Now there is only one hunter left.

All I had to do was wait.

Slowly, with the heart of a farmer waiting for the fruit to be the most delicious moment.

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Majin’s fatal weakness wasn’t that he was weak against divine power or that it was difficult to control his power.

The most vulnerable part for them was that they were human after all.

Although humans are said to have fallen into black mana and turned into demons, they have powers that surpass those of humans.

In the end, because humans could not escape the limitations of the species, demons still had human habits.

If you are alone, you will be lonely, confused and crazy.

It’s just the difference in degree and speed.

In the end, it is a story that there is a dead end due to the limitations of species.

In that sense, the hunter was on the verge of going crazy.

‘How much time has passed? Three days? Four days? No, maybe it’s been 15 days.’

Colleagues disappear, the surrounding scenery does not change.

The hunter thought maybe he was in some kind of painting.

The unchanging appearance of the moon and the unchanging landscape of the forest.

Meanwhile, the unheard sounds of creatures and the unchanging days were eating away at the spirit of the hunter.

All the things I overlooked on the first day came to me now as if they were not trivial.

Neither the sound of grass insects that should be heard between the bushes nor the common katydid is visible.

The only sound he hears is the sound of the firewood he has lit.

Other than that, it’s so quiet that it gives you goosebumps.

If it was the same as before, the hunter might have immediately set out to find the prey.

But as soon as he saw all his summons die, he chose to stay still.

A situation where nothing sent into the forest can come back alive.

It meant that the safest place for hunters was not anywhere else.

“This makes no sense.”

How much time has passed.

The hunter got into the habit of talking to himself in this solitude.

He really couldn’t hear anything if he was quiet, so he had to poke the sound into his ears.

“That’s absurd.”

To be honest, I felt unfair.

What did he do that he had to be put in this situation?

It’s like a hunter getting caught in a trap and struggling.

Even when he was laughed at, he had nothing to say.

How much more time did she spend lamenting her situation?

The hunter finally exploded.

“Stop it and come out! Come out! Aren’t you wasting your time anyway? This is a loss for both of us!”

My strength won’t weaken because of this! I mean just fight!

How far do I have to give up to appear!

He couldn’t sleep because he thought he might be attacked if he slept.

My daily routine was to stay extremely tense and watch the dark forest.

Whenever the repetitive sound of burning firewood sounded strange, he always reacted sensitively.

I was tired of shooting arrows at the moon without any meaning.

In terms of experience, I kept feeling tense for well over a year and eventually pushed myself to the limit.

The appearance of the hunter who hunted countless humans and knights and trampled on the wizard was pitiful.

A single red line oozing from his bloodshot eyes was proof that he hadn’t slept at all.

His hair was disheveled, his lips parched and chapped, and his skin crunchy like a biscuit.

Mine are human after all.

According to the words of the one who did not transcend the species, it was no different from the last of his back alley thugs.

Only the approaching process was different, and he had no choice but to head towards death in the end.

In that sense, the hunter would rather die now.

But that was another horror.

Even if you cut off your tongue, it will regenerate, and if you rip out your heart, it will revive again.

The strength of Mine, which boasts her strong vitality, now acts as a deadly poison to hunters.

“Please… Please appear… Please…”

The hunter looked at the moon and knelt down and prayed.

I wanted to get out of this damn nightmare.

He had long since lost the will to hunt.

Rustling.

Right at that moment.

As if responding to the hunter’s desperate cry, there was a sound of something moving from the side of the bush.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

The hunter immediately clutched an arrow in his hand and ran.

The idea of shooting and shooting with an arrow has long since been erased.

He felt that all tension would be relieved only when he saw that there were other living beings besides himself.

Like a straggler who found an oasis in the desert, the hunter ran.

He also forgot the rules to follow when checking unsafe areas.

He tucked his head towards the bush, whatever he wanted to see.

Good!

As if waiting for that, something stuffed his neck.

“Huh?”

The hunter realized at once what this stuffed around his neck was like.

A tool used to secure the prisoner’s neck before using the guillotine.

It was a punishment instrument called a knife in the past.

Filling it up meant that the blade would fall down my throat.

Snip!

The hunter died without even hearing the voice of the person he wanted.

Those few seconds when your throat is cut, and the optic nerve remains in your head for a moment so you can see your surroundings.

At that time, what came into the hunter’s field of view was the brightly smiling moon.

“Huh…Uh…”

His vocal cords were cut and his voice was not coming out properly, but the hunter stopped breathing after making as much noise as possible.

A demon with enough power to destroy a country died in vain.

It was a miserable end.