83 – Queen of the Backstreets – 9
“I wonder why I thought so?”
I asked, wiping the blood from the dagger with my finger. There was no answer coming back.
I didn’t care and continued talking.
“I heard something at first glance when I came in. This town, I don’t know the name, but anyway, I heard that a woman called sister runs it?”
As I entered this place, I remembered what the blonde man had said. This place is actually ruled by a woman called Sister.
“And they say they never let anyone who touches their ‘guest’. That’s why they told me to relax my hands when I passed through the slums.”
He brushed off the blood that collected between his fingers. Drops of blood fell to the floor and spread in a distorted circle.
“But you touched me. It wasn’t just a matter of arguing, but openly enough that anyone could see that it was unreasonable. What do you think this means?”
I aimed at him with the tip of my dagger.
“Either you’re stupid enough to not think of such a thing, or you’re so confident in your skills. It’s obvious. It’s one of the two, right?”
However, one important fact here. These guys aren’t confident enough in their skills to ignore the guests of the organization that rules the whole of this place.
The subordinates are all ragtag, and the boss is a big guy, but it’s clear that he can’t even figure out how to overcome this situation.
If I were in that position, I would have used the difference in strength between each other to subdue me first. If you compare only the physical strength of each other, I’m at an overwhelming disadvantage.
It’s practically impossible to kill me, but it’s incredibly easy to subdue me.
Simply tying my arms and legs with a rope would tie me down until the rope was worn down to the ground, and if I crushed it with something like a large rock, it would be virtually impossible to escape on my own.
Then they say that I’m an idiot who didn’t even hear the rumors that I came here as a guest and started a fight with me.
The muscle pig who had been listening to me quietly gave a shout.
“Listen, listen, you bastard! Are you just trusting in that regenerative ability and babbling your mouth!”
“That regenerative ability? Ha, then, who are your subordinates who couldn’t break through that regenerative ability?”
“That’s because those bastards are stupid!”
“If you really think so, you’re going to jump on it.”
He gestured with his index finger to come here, provoking him. Also, I couldn’t attack and just hesitated.
“Yeah, what are you going to do if you talk so badly? Let’s find a better way.”
He laughed at the sight and lowered the dagger he was aiming at.
“You, don’t you know how to use mana?”
“…”
“Ah, indeed. If you knew how to use mana, you would have used it earlier. Then why did you really fight?
open the palm The dagger fell to the wooden floor and made a dull sound. The muscle pig’s eyes turned to the dagger that was rolling across the floor.
“Without mana, you can’t beat me even if you die and wake up.”
In fact, I don’t think I’ll lose in a head-to-head battle, even if I’m using mana. It’s just that the process of winning is taking a little seriously longer.
Basically weeks, months. several years at most.
Unless you’re strong on the level of Charlotte, Serena, or Christine, you won’t be able to fight for several years. On the other hand, I can do that.
Time was completely on my side. forever too.
It’s very annoying to do such a thing, so I quietly die on my side. If I’m determined and lead a long-term battle, I’ll have an overwhelming advantage.
I wonder if those who know how to use mana will fight me for that long. After a few fights, he would hate it and run away using body enhancements or whatever.
“Those who only believe in their trivial regenerative powers! You bastard, I’ll break your bone pain!”
“Even if I break it, it won’t be of any use.”
He took a firm stance. On the other hand, this side is just ordinary, while the other side is a muscular giant with a head bigger than me and even holding a weapon.
“How long have you been fighting at one time? One day? Two days?”
However, it was not me who was behind in momentum, but rather the muscular giant.
I don’t know if the reason is because of the subordinate of the bastard who died long ago, or because there is another reason.
One thing was for sure, that guy would never attack me first.
“To catch me, you’ll have to fight for at least a hundred years.”
Using those words as a signal, I kicked off the ground and ran out.
The target is the snow. You must tell this guy why he attacked me. And, in order to do so, it was necessary to block the possibility of escape first.
Seriously, this guy isn’t running away because of his pride. If he decided to put down all his pride and run away, it would be a long way for me to catch up.
It’s enough if you just grab me when I’m attacking you, crush you with a heavy object, and then run away.
The reason why he even put down the dagger he had was to further reduce the possibility of him escaping. To make you look down on me.
“You son of a bitch!”
The guy swung a knife. Seriously, his knife dug into my left shoulder blade and cut right down to my chest.
The fact that I had the ability to regenerate all of my subordinates died while thinking about it, so I was a bit confused, but the fundamental difference in power seemed unavoidable.
These men weren’t even at the level of cutting my body in half with a single knife.
The diagonally cut upper body staggered over. boosted regeneration. The intestines that were visible through the cut flesh disappeared again.
Puck, his arm slapped me in the face. I heard tinnitus beeping in my ears. The body tilted sharply to the left.
I quickly corrected my posture. The distance between him and me had narrowed to one step.
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Just before, because of the gap between the sword and bare hands, and because of the difference in height, it was a distance where they could attack me one-sidedly, but not anymore.
He stretched out his hand toward his face. It was a mindset that would make my eyes pop.
A place where you can never be protected no matter how much you train your muscles unless you wear mana. Even so, an extremely fatal vital point.
Before that, my wrist was caught. My arm twisted outward, and I heard the sound of my elbow joint snapping.
My elbow was pulled out simply by twisting and pulling on my arm. It was proof that the difference in muscles was enormous.
Does not matter. It was rather a good thing for me that the already narrow streets became narrower. He stretched out his other hand to his face.
He had a sword in his right hand, so he couldn’t grab my arm. Instead, he pierced my wrist with a knife, but it couldn’t stop me.
I would have been able to stop it if I had stabbed the sword perpendicular to my wrist. Because the wrist would have been torn or cut off.
But he thrust his sword horizontally into my wrist, and I didn’t stop extending my arm even as the blade split it.
accelerated recovery. The sword ricocheted from his arm, momentarily throwing him off balance.
In the gap, his fingers touched his eyeballs.
“Quaaagh!”
When I applied strength to my fingers, I felt my thumb digging into something. Suddenly, the sound of his eyeballs being shattered was drowned out by his loud scream.
The grip on his arm loosened. It was because the shattered elbow joint returned to its original shape and released the grip.
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Just as he stretched out his right hand and was about to completely slash his remaining eye, a huge shock ran through his side.
The body was pushed aside for a long time. My legs hit the ground first, and I rolled over the wooden floor with a bang.
It looked like some of the ribs were gone. As I tried to get up, I felt the broken ribs digging into my flesh.
“aaa…”
I thought it would attack right away, but there was no follow-up, as if it was just a random hit. He was just groaning while holding onto his eyes that had been stabbed and smashed by me.
A trickle of blood flowed from between the hands covering the eyes. I took advantage of the gap and got up. The restoration of the body was long over.
One is over, now is there one left?
“I said. There was a better way. This is it. Wouldn’t it be faster to ask yourself?”
“This, this fuck… I will definitely kill you!”
“Try it if you can.”
There were two things that guys new to me always overlooked.
One is my super-regeneration ability itself.
I presumed that there would be a limit to my physical strength, so I did all kinds of hard work to consume my physical strength, but there were countless experiences of using it appropriately.
Didn’t this guy push his subordinates first to reduce my stamina even a little more?
Another is the playback speed.
If I made up my mind and raised my regenerative power to the maximum, it was possible to recover from the wound at the same time as being injured.
Considering that it takes almost 5 seconds for a normal regenerative person to recover, it was incredibly fast.
Of course, there was little chance of boosting the regenerative power that much. First of all, I was reluctant to do such a thing, and I did not feel any reason to do so.
The reason for my refusal was simple. What if I maxed out my regenerative power and then this damn ability gets stronger?
It doesn’t seem to matter because slowing down regeneration weakens the ability, but there is still a “what if”.
‘Because this level is enough anyway.’
So, when I had something to fight, I used this point appropriately to trick the other person.
Same goes for this guy. He would never have imagined that I would regenerate my body while my arm was splitting.
So, rather than moving his head to avoid it, he must have tried to stop it by stabbing a knife into his arm.
“I went out in one eye, don’t run away? You must get revenge on me.”
“Sir baaal!”
At my sarcasm, he spewed curses and rushed at me. The face was covered with evil. The floor thumped in time with the running footsteps.
In contrast, I was extremely calm. After subduing that muscle pig, I slowly pondered over what to ask first.
‘First of all, ask who ordered you to do this, and ask why you can’t use mana with that size—-‘
Suddenly, something cold pierced the nape of my neck.
That cold thing snapped my neck bones and shattered my vocal cords, leaving me unable to do anything except move my mouth and cough up blood.
The limbs stiffened from the ends. What this meant was clear.
poison.
In the corner of her increasingly faint vision, light brown hair fluttered vaguely.
