Going Into the Game With an Instant Death Skill

Chapter 60

The boy who drank all the potions hesitated and opened his mouth.

Reef picked up the empty bottle and stood up straight away. Because I knew what to say.

“I’m tired. Stop resting.”

“No, I’m not tired… Eup.”

The boy suddenly covered his mouth and bowed down.

Reef, startled, tossed the bottle and walked up to him.

“Cool, chump!”

Blood gushed out of the boy’s mouth with a strong cough.

“···········Olia!”

Leaf urgently called the caregiver.

The woman rushed into the room and checked the boy’s condition. He laid his body down halfway, calmed himself, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Barely stabilized again, she sighed.

“It’s fine now. If you sleep like this and wake up, you’ll be fine.”

“············”.

Reef looked down at the lying boy, half unconscious, with troubled eyes, leaving the caregiver behind and leaving the room.

shudder.

Closing the door, she rested her chin and forehead against the wall next to her.

A deep tiredness descended on her face.

A small town located not far from the capital of the 6th monarchy.

It was the original home where their sisters lived.

Her younger brother was called a genius in the village.

The wandering knight Baek, who spent the rest of his life in the village as a swordsmanship instructor, and the sorcerer Takio, who boasted on the day that he was a magician from the tower, said that his younger brother was a genius that would never exist again in the world.

Even Reef, who didn’t know anything at the time, knew that their words weren’t an exaggeration.

Because, not long after learning swordsmanship and magic, the appearance of the younger brother, who cut down a large tree with a single sword and hurled fireballs to hunt animals, was abnormal to anyone’s eyes.

My brother was a genius.

To such a younger brother, the fences of a rural village seemed too narrow.

So I decided to leave. Wandering knight Baek said he would be happy to help him find a place in the capital with his personal connections.

The family had a big party the night before his brother left.

The villagers gathered together, filled with joy and sorrow, and prayed for my brother’s future.

It was a late night with a ripe atmosphere.

The sky on one side of the village suddenly turned dark red.

My ears were pounding, and a storm raged. After waking up, the scenery that unfolded before my eyes was collapsed buildings and the corpses of villagers.

A thick fog of blood covered the whole town. The terrifying screams of the residents rang out. There was no memory after that.

I only vaguely remembered the younger brother who was trembling while hugging her and radiating blue light from her hands, and the unknown energy that filled her body.

After waking up, the first thing he saw was his brother, who had lost consciousness by his side.

The whole area was in ruins. No villagers were alive. parents, relatives, and friends.

I thought I was dreaming. But it was a cruel reality.

My brother and I barely came to my senses, and I barely moved to the capital.

Hearing the noise of passersby, I could tell what was going on in the village.

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It is said that a spy from Seintea was hiding in the Monarchy Castle. It is said that the 6th monarch directly pursued him after slaughtering the castle officials and running away.

The place where the battle took place was near her village.

It was said that his brother had a disease called photohemophilia. A death disease that inflicts on targets that come into contact with the 6th lord’s blood magic.

He could resist if he had even a little bit of magical power, but for some reason, his younger brother contracted photobreeding.

Only then did she realize. What was the unknown energy that filled the body in that hell?

That the younger brother poured all of his magical power into her and was exposed to the terrible mist of blood.

The village is destroyed, the whole family is dead, and the only remaining brother is dead. A life trapped in a gutter in an instant.

I found out that in the capital there was a slave gladiator called Actipol held every day. It is said that if you become a champion, the 6th lord will grant your wish.

Would you have had a choice?

She walked directly into that mountain hell and became a gladiator.

Over the past three years, there have been hundreds of dangers of death, but they have survived.

The Gladiators of the Five Realms can challenge for the title of champion whenever they want. Now, the long-awaited goal was right in front of us.

“············”.

Reef, who had a cold expression on his face again, lifted his head off the wall.

fight win survive and cures his brother’s disease.

It was three hellish years that I endured with only that thought.

As long as you can heal your brother, you can get more blood on your sword. It didn’t matter if he built a mountain with dead bodies.

Now, there was nothing to fuss about again, and I was not afraid of death either.

There was only one thing I was afraid of.

If you try to challenge the champion and lose, you will be left alone.

That was the reason why she was still hesitating, even though there was only one step left.

She looked at the closed door once more and walked to her room.

My body and my head were all tired. I wanted to rest.

Refrigon (6)

A large intelligence organization headquartered in Mahea, Nolhave. Chief Dersan’s office.

“What’s going on? Come back in a hurry.”

Dersan, who was half lying on the sofa and chewing a cookie, looked at the man and asked sarcastically.

He closed the door and entered the room and sat down on the other side of the room with a sign of urgency.

“Brother, I think I’ve figured out something great.”

“·······What? What kind of bullshit out of the blue.”

“I’m not joking, so get up and listen carefully. Do you know the unknown potion shop in the alley of 1st Avenue east of the city?”

Dersan frowned at what this guy said out of the blue and got up.

“Unnamed potion shop? I don’t know. Why.”

“There is an old man named Pleon as the owner.

The man held out some sheets of paper on the desk.

Dersan picked it up and glanced over it.

His eyes slowly widened as he quickly read the contents with an annoyed face.

After rummaging through the paper for a while with her forehead narrowed, she asked softly with a serious expression on her face.

“…is this real?”

“Then you’re lying?”

This is what the man investigated.

A few months ago, a person named Horden, who runs a small inn, fell ill with an incurable disease.

The fact that he was suddenly cured of a disease that could only be cured by paying a large sum to an excellent wizard specializing in treatment.

The man who happened to find out about it while investigating other things, out of curiosity, proceeded to investigate him lightly.

The person who jumped out in the process was Pleon, the owner of the unknown shop.

The man who judged that it was Pleon who cured his illness through various circumstances conducted an investigation into Pleon this time.

A person who settled in Mahea at least a year ago from now.

In fact, there was not much noticeable information related to him, and the investigation, which started out of curiosity and whim of a moment, could be stopped there.

It was pure coincidence that the man then came up with a vain idea.

Because the disappearance of Gulpiro, the great alchemist of Seintea, who has made a lot of noise on the continent in recent years, was also about a year ago.

It was just an interlocking of times that could be any coincidence.

However, the man continued his investigation into Pleon, even though it was hopeless.

And, to my surprise, I found circumstances that added confidence to the absurd assumption.

The most definitive among them was information about the appearance of the gulpiro.

Unlike Gulpiro, who is known to have a green beard and hair, Pleon’s appearance was orange hair and beard, but during investigation, it was revealed that it was dyed.

I’ve dug up testimony from a few people I knew of that his beard and hair were green when he first came to the city.

Unless you’re trying to avoid being seen by someone, why would an alchemist who was good enough to cure incurable diseases run such a small potion shop and even changed the exterior?

So the man was almost convinced that the identity of the character Pleon was Gulpiro, the great alchemist who had fled from Seintea.

“············”.

Dersan rubbed his chin and silently scanned the paper over and over again.

After not responding for a long time, the man said, seemingly a bit frustrated.

“Even with circumstantial evidence, this is almost 100 percent, bro.”

“··········Yes, that’s right.”

“Isn’t there anything to worry about? Let’s report it to the 6th lord.”

Dersan frowned at the man’s words.

The two are vampires from the Leocell Mountains, like the 6th Lord Tyrant.

When he went out into the world to slaughter and destroy his tribe, he was one of the tribesmen who followed him.

At first, he was still able to raise the number one intelligence organization in the 6th monarchy, relying on the halo of the tyrant, but now he is the glory of the past.

It was because the tyrant’s interest gradually waned, and annoying rival organizations appeared one by one, and even the officials of the monarchy were slowly poking at the organization while keeping an eye on it.

“Are you the only one with this information?”

In response to Dersan’s question, he responded as if the man was asking what was natural.

“Yeah, Jojo-ya’s subordinates did it, but I put it all together…”

The man who was talking to him shut his mouth.

And looked at Dersan with a hardened face. There was life in his eyes.

“sleep······.”

Whoa!

Blood-colored flames rose in the air and covered the man’s body in an instant. And then it disappeared without leaving a trace.

Looking at the place where the man had just stood, Dersan clicked his tongue.

“You idiot, do you think the 6th lord still has any remaining interest in us?”

Even the few remaining clan of his hometown are meaningless to him, who is gradually becoming a demon out of the box.

In the past, there was nothing in Congo that could be obtained by offering something to the tyrant any more. Dersan knew him well.

Dersan, who casually killed his step-brother with whom he had been with him for several decades, showed only a slight sign of pity, and immediately stood up.

A great alchemist from Seintea who created the Elixir.

The only way to be sure is to visit it in person.

He said the only person he knew was a man, but there may be other members of the organization who noticed during the investigation. So I had to hurry.

“Oyster fatigue….”

His eyes flashed with excitement and greed.

***

Late at night, Gulpiro, who was cleaning up the store, greeted a late customer.

Seeing Reef entering the store, he straightened his bent waist.

“What’s going on at this hour?”

She glanced around the cluttered interior of the store and opened her mouth.

“…before you leave, please check your brother’s condition one more time. I’ll give you any money.”

Gulpiro shook his head and sighed.

“Money is not the problem. How many times have I already told you? There is no change in looking at it any more.”

Gulpiro was also well aware of Reef’s situation.

It’s hard to find anyone else who doesn’t know about her in this city of Mahea.

He was the one who made potions suitable for her younger brother in the first place and provided them until now.

Was it half a year ago when she first came to the store?

Hearing about her circumstances, Gulpiro went to the house and inspected her brother’s condition.

The blood of the photovoltaic was an energy with a power that was completely opposite to that of magic.

A target with magical power was not poisoned in the first place, but for a target who had already been poisoned once, magic power was nothing more than a deadly poison.

Therefore, he made a potion that did not contain any magical power and made a potion that could alleviate his brother’s condition even a little.

But that was it.

It only played a role of barely holding onto it so that the condition did not get worse.

Just by looking at the increased frequency of visits to the store these days, it was clear that the potion’s medicinal effect was gradually declining.

Eventually, her brother will die unless a fundamental solution is found. It was an unavoidable result.

Photobreeding, an incurable disease suffered by those who come into contact with the unique blood technique of the 6th lord tyrant.

It is an unknown area that even the great alchemist Gulpiro has no way to cure.

He sympathized with Reef’s plight, but he also knew that there was nothing more he could do for her.

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do anymore. Go back.”

“············”.

Reef’s eyelids trembled.

She clenched her fists in her hands and half-glared at Gulpiro, then turned around with a sign of resignation.

“·······Thank you, so far.”

The moment she was about to get out of the store, the door opened first.

Their gaze shifted to the stranger who came in with the door open.

A man wearing a robe that makes his face difficult to see.