Going Into the Game With an Instant Death Skill

He didn’t say a word for a while, but then answered bluntly.

“At that time, I didn’t want anything else. I was just living because I couldn’t die, and I became the head of the prison with the intention of doing anything better for the conditions of the slaves I lived with.”

“············”.

For an unexpected reason, I was a little surprised.

A place where all the humans whose lives are thrown into the gutter in the 6th monarchy ondegand gather.

A match in which someone must die is played every day, and there is no such thing as camaraderie. Still, to take care of the conditions of the slaves, he became the head of the prison as a wish.

It was enough to get a rough idea of what kind of character this man named Gillock was.

I didn’t talk to him further and walked away without a word.

The thoughts that ran through my mind were a woman named Leaf.

‘He said he was trying to become a champion to cure his brother’s illness…’

【Lv. 48]

I felt a sense of unease in my heart.

It wasn’t because Gillock’s level in front of me right now was much higher than hers.

Even if she defeats Gillock and becomes the champion… Because, as far as I know, there was only one way to cure the photoblood.

The death of the blood king, the source of the disease.

There was nothing other than that.

That is why, until now, there has been no one who has survived from photoblood.

‘·······Well, I don’t care.’

It was enough for me to take only a man named Van as Gulpiro asked.

With that, there was nothing more to see in the 6th Monarchy or Actipol.

Soon Gillock stopped in front of a cage.

Several slaves were scattered randomly in the dark iron cage.

“Open the door.”

“Yes.”

snuggle up.

At Gillock’s command, the guard opened the cage’s door.

He pointed to the squatting young man sitting with his knees wrapped in the corner.

“That’s a van.”

The pointed van looked at him with eyes full of fear.

He was dragged and beaten quite a bit, so his face was full of scabs and bruises.

“Is that the van that ran the fruit shop?”

“·······Yes, yes? That’s right.”

I beckoned to him.

“Come out. Don’t let me go.”

***

The outer corridor of the stadium.

Gillock, who had just come out of the prison and was walking down the hallway, stopped when he saw a woman walking in the opposite direction.

But the woman only glanced at him once and did not stop walking.

While watching her passing by, Gillock opened his mouth.

“Is your brother okay?”

stand tall.

Then she stopped walking.

He turned his head and looked at Gillock without saying a word with his cold eyes.

Gillock murmured, choosing what to say, and finally sighed.

“Don’t challenge yourself for the championship, Reef.”

“············”.

“You can’t defeat me. I don’t want to kill you. And even if I win, the 6th lord will surely…”

“Shut up.”

Reef stopped talking with a fierce growl and turned around and went off the road.

Looking at her back, Gillock sighed once more.

He looked up at the sky and murmured.

“·······Fuck, really.”

Refrigon (5)

I took the van out of the prison and took it straight to the potion shop.

He moved with his supersensory to the maximum in case the tyrant was trying to close his eyes, but no one was really following him. It was a useless worry.

“Thank you, Mr. Fleon! Thank you so much!”

“It’s all thanks to my sister-in-law here, what. Do you have anything to thank me for?”

So arriving at the shop, he thanked me and Gulfiro over and over again.

Fleon wanted someone, but the fact that it was his pseudonym came to mind later.

“Are you going to leave right now?”

Gulpiro answered my question by looking around the inside of the store.

“Could you give me a few days? Most of them will be thrown away, but I have a lot to organize.”

Well, indeed.

It seemed that it would take some time to organize and pack the luggage.

Staying in the City of Tyrannosaurus was no good, but for a few days it won’t matter.

“Anyway, thank you so much for saving the van. I will consider this a debt and keep it in my heart.”

Gulpiro said with a soft smile.

Saving the van was a condition for him to follow me to the 7th Prince’s Territory, so there’s no such thing as a debt.

But even this seemed like a debt and he would pay it back later. It was a good thing for me.

“Just in case you don’t know, I’ll keep my escort here until I’m ready.”

I looked at Ashel and said.

The tyrant didn’t seem particularly interested in what I was doing in Mahea, but there was nothing wrong with being careful until I left.

But Gulpiro firmly shook his head.

“It’s okay if you don’t. I have enough strength to protect myself.”

【Lv. 56]

I looked over his head.

Of course, the level of Gulpiro was considerable.

Although he was an alchemist far from combat, he was not an ordinary alchemist as he had a continental reputation.

I know that the level of magic is also quite high, so there is no danger at all, but…

“Okay. How long will the cleanup take?”

“A week is enough.”

“Then come back then.”

After talking a little more with Gulpiro, I left the store.

I told Ashel.

“Keep watching the shop from a distance. If you see anything suspicious, report it immediately.”

Ashel glanced around the store and nodded.

“Yes, I understand.”

There’s nothing wrong with having this kind of safety device in place just in case.

So, Ashel left behind and went back to the inn.

As I was passing through the alleyway, a woman with a familiar face was walking by from the other side.

“············”.

He paused for a moment and turned his head.

I stared at her back as she entered the potion shop she just came out of, and then immediately turned around again.

***

“I’m sorry, but we haven’t received any information yet.”

The man wearing a black robe said in a calm voice.

Reef, who was sitting on the other side, just stared at him without saying a word.

“Nothing else, it’s photohemism. Do you think it’s so easy to find that survivor?”

“············”.

“We’re doing our best, but it’s something that needs a little more time. If you still want to cancel the quest, there’s not much you can do…”

Biting her teeth, she pulled out a purse from her arms and held it out.

The man smiled and took the money bag.

“Let’s try to expand the research area by mobilizing more manpower. Next time you come, I’ll be sure to prepare good news.”

Watching her get up from her seat and go out in a hurry, Suha, who was standing behind the man, asked quietly.

“Are you really going to increase the number of investigators?”

“Are you crazy? You’re still wasting your scarce manpower on such a useless place.”

The man shook his head and leaned back on the chair.

“A survivor of photohememia, there is no way to find it in the first place. Even if there is one, there is no way to know a cure.”

“But it’s already been half a year, isn’t it? At this point, the quest can be canceled, but it’s tenacious.”

“You must know inside of that year? It’s all useless anyway. You’re doing this because you can’t put the straw down.”

The man burst out a giggle.

“Well, it’s okay if we just keep pretending in moderation and take the commission and eat it.”

Reef came out of the information guild building and walked down the street.

Ignoring the glances around me, the next destination was the potion shop.

As she opened the door and entered, Gulpiro, who was smoking at the checkout counter, looked at her.

“Are you here?”

As if familiar, he pulled out a red potion bottle from the drawer.

Reef, who had a potion, took out a few silver coins and put them on the table. And without a word of conversation, he walked towards the road door.

Gulpiro took the pipe he was biting from his mouth and said.

“I’m leaving Mahea soon. Maybe in a week or so.”

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At that, she hurriedly turned around.

“Don’t worry. The recipe for the potion has been left to Marik at the Blue Dew Shop. Now you can get it from there.”

“Why are you leaving all of a sudden?”

“It’s just because something like that happened.”

She stood still for a moment, then walked out of the store.

“Twitch.”

Gulpiro, with a small tongue in his mouth, put the cigarette in his mouth again. Looking at the closed door with sad eyes.

***

perk.

A stone flew into Reef’s head as he was walking down the street.

She stopped walking and turned her head.

A middle-aged man was staring at this side with his red eyes and gleeful.

“You fucking monster bastard! You killed my son! Do you remember who he is!”

People around them hurriedly dried up such a middle-aged man.

Reef expressionlessly brushed the dirt off his head and started walking again.

Pedestrians flocked to the commotion. The full eyes of some of the enemies were fixed on her. Whispers were heard from all sides.

“Tough bitch, how long to survive after killing so many…”

Slave Gladiator of Actipol.

To keep surviving that death game means to kill someone else that much.

It also meant that more and more people wanted her to die.

There were many slave gladiators who had blood in this city like her.

Reef bit his lip.

I pulled the potion I was holding in my hand and held it tight, and continued walking.

Upon returning home, a woman came out the front door and greeted her.

“Oh, are you here?”

The woman was the caregiver of her brother.

The house had a guard and a caregiver.

Gladiators of the 3rd world or higher were able to spend their daily lives freely in the city except during games and had a lot of money in their hands. Not to mention Reef, the top gladiator in the 5th realm.

“Even if you don’t, you just finished eating.”

“How are you today?”

“Well, I did a few cutscenes a few hours ago, but don’t worry now that I’m stable again.”

At her words, Reef nodded with a firm face and went upstairs to the room.

I opened the door and saw a boy sitting on the bed.

A boy with gray hair just like her.

He was looking at the window and smiled broadly when he saw the leaf that came into the room.

“Welcome, sister.”

Reef smiled faintly, too, approached the chair and sat down.

“How do you feel.”

“It’s okay. Did I say? It seems to be getting better day by day.”

For a while, an awkward conversation ensued. It was mainly the boy talking and the riff listening.

The two sisters didn’t even talk about the gladiator fight, as if they had made a promise.

The boy who received the potion given by Reef took a sip and made a weeping noise.

“I eat it all the time, but it tastes terrible. Can’t you just ask me to make it more delicious?”

“Don’t say nonsense and drink it all right away.”

The boy frowned dissatisfied, but continued to drink the potion.

The boy’s arms were exposed through the rolled up sleeves.

Bare, pale, and abnormally bulging dark red veins.

Reef’s eyes, looking at it, subsided.

“·······But, sister.”