Crazy Villain Regains Consciousness - Crazy Villain Regains Consciousness chapter 305

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When I talk to myself, I sometimes feel embarrassed about why I have such a bad expression on my face.

It’s okay to say that you like it, isn’t it because your expression isn’t very good?

Or is it good, but it’s about managing your facial expressions?

[You really don’t believe that, do you?]

… In fact, I didn’t even believe it.

I guess you don’t know my truth. I’m trying to get a little upset.

“But I have a question.”

“Say it.”

“It has to do with the presidential election.”

“If there are no problems, we will answer them.”

“Are there going to be no votes in the presidential election if there is only one candidate?”

If this trend continues, it is certain that Cheon Myeong-guk will become the ruling party presidential candidate. And since he showed an overwhelming competitive edge in the finals, he will be elected with ease.

If the match is obvious, wouldn’t the opponent give up? They say that elections are expensive.

“… … .”

But Chun Myeong-guk seems to have misunderstood what I said.

It was whiter than before, and now it was difficult to even breathe. Who among the gift selves did the trick? not. I didn’t do anything.

Anyone who sees it would look like I was trying to assassinate.

[Maybe I heard that you were going to kill all the other humans?]

hey, maybe No matter how hard I try, I will do that. And the other person believes it… … .

… Do you think you believe?

I corrected the fact to Cheon Myeong-guk, who seemed to be out of breath.

“I’m speaking in case I misunderstood, I didn’t mean to deal with other candidates.”

“Yes. Yes. You would.”

“It is real. I was just curious.”

“I believe too.”

“… … .”

I don’t think you believe it at all.

An awkward silence fell between me and Cheon Myeong-guk. In a world where jokes are not considered jokes, sad.

[Think of what you usually do.]

I didn’t like Yong-yong’s words very much.

* * *

“When you talk about it, of course you don’t think so.”

When I visited the Blue House and complained, the president burst into laughter. What I am saying is that it has to be interpreted 100% that way.

It’s karma for what I’ve done in the meantime.

“So, if you have a new gift, you can go around with that much freedom? This is like a tiger flapping its wings. Our position as the best in the world will be further consolidated.”

“The president has a different reaction than Chief Chun.”

“How was Candidate Chun?”

“You say you’re scared.”

I still remember that reaction that was terribly surprising.

He reacted as if I wasn’t a hematoma and was going to kill everyone.

“I would have had a similar reaction if I had been in office for a long time. If you think about what you can afford, it’ll feel like you’re getting older by a year a day. Heh heh heh!”

I think I was trying to say something nice before, but after I went to America, I feel like I have changed directly.

Until then, he must have been wearing a mask as a politician.

This must be his original personality.

“… Are you saying that right in front of me?”

“It’s true, but it can’t be helped. And what will the soon-to-be-outgoing president see?”

“I didn’t know this was the real thing.”

“It’s all like that. Just let me know that you worked hard to please your stomach. I am the person who will disappear soon, but if I have that gift, it will not be difficult to come to play.”

“I see you so often that it’s annoying.”

“I’m fine. The outgoing president is treated like garbage, but your visit alone will raise his status.”

Watching the smiling president, I thought I couldn’t stop him.

On the other hand, seeing the desire for power even though I had accomplished everything I had to do, I thought that I had to have this desire for power to become president.

“So, is there anything else to do?”

“We are trying to focus on improving the gift proficiency. And look around.”

Having dealt with the annoying Thunderbird, he planned to become stronger based on the loot.

I haven’t crossed the line yet, but I’ve noticed a guy pretending to be a god.

“Are you going to go all over the place with that gift?”

“Yes.”

“It will be noisy everywhere.”

“I will do it quietly. It is no longer difficult to deal with that.”

“I don’t know if I should call this a good thing.”

“That’s good.”

Because I know that a lot of people get stressed out when it’s noisy.

The stronger I get, the more perfect an assassination disguised as annihilation.

That said, I don’t really care. It’s okay to think about post-processing after killing.

* * *

What I feel these days is that I feel like an assistant skilled in training my self.

What was inexperienced at first became a graduate student, and then he longed for the existence of a colleague who could relieve his hand, and whenever a new student appeared, he turned into a graduate student who could act as a limb.

Gobi was ‘rather good’ at first. He embarrassed the people with the mod, but after a while, he started fighting with the pride of the power of the divine beast.

But what are the ordinary guys here? Mandeuk or fanaticism was the ego of a legendary gift, and refinement was the power of a self-proclaimed god.

There was no career or skill to be pushed back, so after brushing off the mentality of a difficult time, he became a great slave… Instead of becoming a graduate student,

It felt like a voluntary slave turned into a skilled slave.

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My job is to watch the process and sneak in when he’s having the most trouble.

“Is it hard?”

Gobi said yes and tried to complain to me.

But I don’t mean to listen to it. After blocking in advance, I said something for him.

“You understand. It’s because I’m busy with work, but I don’t have enough hands. It’s because I need you that much, isn’t it?”

Whoa!

The guy who needed recognition seems to have loosened up with those words. The guy who craved affection valued how much he was recognized as important.

Of course, I need the power of Gobi. I already have three great grad students, but with four there’s a lot more to use. Of course you have to bring it and roll it.

Gobi seemed to be misunderstanding my thoughts. He expressed his affection for me with a feeling of emotion that he thought he had been recognized.

Then he changed the topic because he wanted to gossip behind the scenes.

“If you do well, you can put all the other guys down there. It’s a skill set.”

Whoa!

Gobi has reacted violently to the words that he can stand on top. It is true that anyone can climb to the top if they do well. It’s just hard to show that performance.

Obviously, anyone thinks that they can show great performances.

You have to know that the world is big and there are many people who can do as much as I do.

I’m just playing a role that inspires hope, the rest just needs to be shown by him.

If you show a good performance in this way, you can refer to it and evaluate it.

“I am not looking forward to your future performances.”

Ending up with that. All you have to do is pamper the guy who has completely become my follower.

It feels like the loyalty of the man-deuk-i has grown even higher, no matter how many bloods he had captured before.

It’s enough for me as long as I eat well.

“Then let’s see the skills of the newcomer.”

* * *

European Union headquarters in Berlin.

Until then, Germany led by Franz led the European Union, but after his retirement, the European Union moved under the leadership of Britain and France.

However, after the appearance of Draculea, the whole of Europe suffered measles, and a big change took place in the European Union.

A major blow to the leadership of Carlson and Antoine took place, and the return of the retired Franz brought it back in its original direction.

When the two supermen took office, the European Union supported a major power-centered move, while Franz emphasized the strengthening of each country’s capabilities and ties.

I can’t say which one is better, but the final blow was also the appearance of Draculea.

The logic of power was put forward in front of the overwhelmingly strong monster, and the weak country was reduced to a situation where it had no choice but to rely on the generosity of the powerful country.

As a result, Franz, who had been withdrawn from the front line, gained ardent support.

The strong relationship with Choi Jun-ho, the world’s strongest superman, also contributed to this.

“It’s clear that he wants me to die from overwork.”

The problem is that most of the people who worked with Franz have retired.

There was not enough time or manpower to change the water, so I had no choice but to deal with the work at different times.

Naturally, Franz had more work to do.

Franz, who worked overtime every day, sighed.

According to the original plan, it would have been a place that I would have passed down to my juniors after retiring in the past.

Franz, who made a comeback because of Choi Jun-ho, was well aware of how useless power is.

Carlson and Antoine, who were only a few years younger than him, showed an unusual obsession with power and realized that their good intentions could not be passed on to their juniors.

So, he paid attention to nurturing juniors who could carry on his will while taking care of the practical work.

Then the news broke his sigh.

“Is that guy coming?”

It’s just a call from a while ago.

Choi Jun-ho contacted me that he would visit Berlin soon. Considering that the flatland wind wave occurred when only him came, the chatter was cool, but it was impossible to stop it.

“I heard they had a lot of sales in America.”

Analyzing the incoming information, I thought it would become increasingly difficult to handle.

However, Choi Jun-ho’s visit helps him reform. It seems that the European Union has something to eat from the Congo, as they say they have breached trade with Saudi Arabia.

It will take some time to come to Berlin anyway, so I decided to prepare gradually.

However, an uninvited visitor came without a chance to control the surprise.

“Bonjour, Franz. How have you been?”

“… … .”

A free-spirited, white-skinned, blonde, curly, middle-aged man sat across from Franz, who had a hardened expression on his face.

It’s never a friendly face. In a way, it was because he was the one who overturned the system he had built up in an instant.

His true identity was Antoine, a French superman and a member of the teenage superman.

Antoine, who watched Franz’s distorted expression as if savoring it, rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“Isn’t it a bit too much for a sudden visit?”

“… What did you come here for?”

“I heard that you are overworked, so it’s encouraging. It’s amazing to see such a vigorous activity at that age.”

“Who do you think it is?”

“A stupid British guy?”

“You are still putting the blame on others.”

“If you see me being treated like I want to, don’t you think my way is right?”

Seeing the unlucky smile on his grim face, Franz frowned.

He is infinitely free-spirited, but he knows well the inferiority and lust for power in his eyes.

He controlled it only when he was in good health, but as the aging approached, Antoine’s ambitions were unleashing out of control.

“So what is the real reason you came?”

“How long have you been greedy for power?”

“You see what I’m doing now?”

“Then you didn’t think so?”

“… Because of you and Carlson, Romania was devastated and the superhumans responsible for the future died. Do you covet power even though you don’t feel responsible for aiding in such a disaster?”

“Is it my fault? nonsense.”

Antoine shrugged. It was a natural virtue that had nothing to do with him. It made it look more pretentious.

“If you hadn’t brought in the Headbreaker, we could have dealt with Draculea on our ship.”

“I must have shed countless blood!”

“Then did you think you could develop your skills without bleeding? There is no development without sacrifice.”

I have nothing to do with that sacrifice. Those words that sounded right at first glance were Antoine’s life. Thousands of people raved about that sophistry and cheered, but all those associated with him were ruined.

Everyone knew that they were still trying to form a force behind the scenes.

“Actually, your guy just gives orders from behind and talks well.”

“I’m just giving advice. It’s up to you to listen and make your own decisions, so you have to take responsibility for yourself.”

“… … .”

Franz stared at him with sharp eyes, but Antoine didn’t avoid it either. As the air between the two of them was pulled tight, a suffocating tension began to wrap around the hall.

It was because of the sudden noise from outside that the momentum of the two people, who had been fighting as if they were going to collide at any moment, had softened.

Quad Duck!

Suddenly, the window ripped open and a man came in as if seeping into the room.

They were both astonished because it was a covert approach that deceived even their own senses.

“who… … .”

Franz’s eyes, who had been reflexively calling out his name, opened in amazement. Antoine also opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Someone who shouldn’t have been here appeared.

“It’s been a while, my lord.”

The person who greeted him casually was Choi Jun-ho.

But his appearance was bizarre. Despite the fact that he was wearing a coat, his facial muscles were distorted, and the red muscles on his right mouth were exposed as if the skin had been torn off.

Junho Choi was the one who didn’t get injured like that while facing the plus-plus stage monster, Draculea.

Where the hell did you get such an injury?

It also recovers in real time for a short time and returns to its original form shortly afterward, giving a strong sense of incongruity.

Choi Jun-ho’s eyes turned to Antoine. Antoine, who was always relaxed, was nervous for the first time.

“this person is?”

“This is Antoine of Paris.”

“Antoine? Antoine is a name I’ve heard of.”

“That’s the name you know.”

Choi Jun-ho is already happy in that he remembers his name.

Antoine’s center of gravity, who felt an instinctive sense of crisis, was shifting backwards.

“then… … .”

Choi Jun-ho’s gaze was fixed on Antoine. At the same time, Choi Jun-ho’s hand poked at Antoine’s neck.

Pot!

Choi Jun-ho’s hand crossed the air as Antoine managed to escape. Life without a purpose was scattered in the air, cutting through the air.

As Franz watched, his heart grew cold.

It hasn’t been long since I’ve seen Choi Jun-ho, but it’s gotten faster in the meantime.

‘Is it a monster?’

It was an attack that would not have been easy to avoid even if he was himself in his prime.

I had no idea how strong this guy would be.

Even though the surprise attack failed, a smile appeared on Choi Jun-ho’s lips.

“What?”