Crazy Villain Regains Consciousness - Crazy Villain Regains Consciousness chapter 307

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I succeeded in throwing rice cakes on the head Franz, and I declined the invitation to eat and went outside. Today’s visit had a strong character to test high-speed flight. It’s still fine, so it’s good to see one more thing to do.

“Certainly, a surprise visit is good.”

In the process, they also harvested a harvest.

Catching Antoine was pure luck. I always thought I’d have to give it a try, but I’m lucky to have caught on like this.

When I came out, I could see the dark sky over the river Spree. Above them were twinkling stars. It was said that even those stars were difficult to see before the demons appeared, but these words did not resonate with me.

In Seoul, as oil supply and demand increased, environmental groups were protesting and rioting. Personally, I don’t quite understand why.

[Suddenly fell in love?]

“Can I not fall into sentimentality?”

[That doesn’t suit you.]

“It is.”

Just because I was in Seoul a while ago, being located in Berlin brought me a strange feeling.

Do you think the world has become smaller? Now that I can go anywhere I want to, I can put it anywhere in my sight.

This is how I felt when I drove my own car after walking and using public transport. As we arrived from Seoul to Berlin, we didn’t feel too much of a load, so we got everything we wanted.

After looking up at the Berlin sky for a while and being immersed in emotion, I decided on my next destination.

[Where are you going?]

“I came all the way here and I have to see a guy who calls himself a god.”

I cast a high-speed flight towards the Vatican.

* * *

“… … .”

Alessia, who was wearing a nightgown, slowly opened her eyes. Once she fell asleep, she didn’t get up until morning, but not as much as this time.

Her room was frugal, having received divine revelation and had more influence than the Pope. Her personality, wanting to become a luxury item on her own and not wanting to benefit from it, was reflected in her personality.

As a result, her residence in the Vatican became a sanctuary, where she expanded her influence by replacing the word of God.

As Italy was originally the center of religion, its symbolism was still there. In the Vatican, a saint was recruited to expand his influence, and the saint set foot here in response to a divine revelation.

And dealt with a bunch of issues all over Europe. When confrontation arises, we mediate, and sometimes give a point of view from the perspective of a third party.

Because she put the existence of God first, all of Europe respected and respected her.

So I like the situation around me now.

Even before becoming a saint, she was an outstanding awakener and possessed a transcendental sense. He solidified his current position by utilizing his abilities and instincts close to foresight.

An ‘unacceptable risk’ was approaching for such a feeling.

“This… … .”

The bright full moon caught her eyes as she approached the window. The clear night sky without a single cloud was peaceful, but the instinct of a saint was ringing an emergency alarm.

I have never experienced such a sense of crisis before. It was cooler than when Draculea appeared.

Even though the weather was cool, her whole body was filled with cold sweat.

At some point, shadows began to fall over the bright full moon. A thick fog fell, and suddenly the space was twisted and overlapped.

Paah!

At some point, there was an Inyeong standing there with a sharp sound. An existence that suits the darkness better than anyone and makes red blood flow just by standing still.

There was only one such person.

“Headbreaker.”

If I hadn’t seen him in person, I would have thought of him as a monster.

Not just a monster, but a minimum plus plus level monster.

Even though she found out that the person who appeared in this place was Choi Jun-ho, the tension of the saint did not subside.

I knew that Choi Jun-ho, whom she knew, had no such ability.

In the meantime, did he even get a new gift? Even now, despite having the title of the world’s strongest with overwhelming strength, I felt fear spreading as I was constantly getting stronger.

Choi Jun-ho, who appeared in the air, approached precisely where the saint was.

However, it was quite different from what the saint knew about his whole body.

Chi profit!

Black smoke was coming out. His whole body, piercing through the darkness and examining closely, was in a state of being ripped to pieces as if he had been egged by something sharp. It was unrealistic to see it recover in real time.

“Long time no see.”

“… welcome.”

“Are you okay for a moment?”

“Does anyone who knows it come to you at a time like this?”

“Things are over now. Do you want to be taken care of?”

“Will you do it if you wish?”

“no.”

He grumbled once, but never expected such etiquette from Choi Jun-ho in the first place. Just saying that in the first place must be a significant achievement.

Fortunately, the warning sent by the senses has softened.

“Tell me if you need time to change clothes. I can wait that long.”

It was then that the saint realized that she was wearing a nightgown. He was in a naked state because he was clinging to it because he was full of cold sweat.

Others would have been terrified, but since the opponent was Choi Jun-ho, it didn’t matter.

No, if I hadn’t been pointed out, I wouldn’t have noticed that I was dressed like this.

“It’s okay, come in. After all, you know that I am not someone who has a different heart.”

“You mean you don’t see me as a man?”

“If I ever showed my black heart, what would I do? Come on in.”

“… … .”

As she watched Choi Jun-ho shut her mouth and quietly entered the room, the saint was enveloped in a strange sense of victory.

On the other hand, why is your self-esteem hurting?

No, you’d be stupid if you didn’t know why.

‘Chit.’

Seong-nyeo, with her tongue stuck inside, guided Choi Jun-ho to a seat. Then, I poured out a cup of espresso and offered it to him.

It was a special espresso that even the Pope often said he wanted to get and drink.

“I like Americano.”

He was making noises like that.

The saint said as she felt her bua swell.

“It’s better than that old-fashioned thing.”

“okay? Then there is nothing you can do.”

I give up quickly without answering.

Choi Jun-ho, who picked up the cup and tasted the espresso, said.

“I came from afar and I am thirsty. Can you give me water?”

“yes.”

I listened carefully, and when I brought it out with ice water, Choi Jun-ho did something wrathful.

A glass of espresso is poured directly into ice water.

“What the hell are you doing… … .”

“Even if it’s lukewarm, it’s edible.”

“Hey, profit!”

In the end, I let out a deep sigh as I felt my bua stinging at the behavior of making it into a septum.

It was unreasonable to try to enforce one’s will against a man who behaved arbitrarily even in the presence of God.

While watching Choi Jun-ho drenched his throat with lunar water for a moment, the saint drank an espresso. I woke up earlier than usual, so my routine was messed up, but I felt like I was on edge rather than tired.

This man creates all kinds of flat winds with an innocent face. I was worried about what would happen this time, but on the other hand, I was looking forward to it.

“I have a few questions for you.”

“Is that why you came all the way here?”

“uh. I saw what I was going to see first.”

“Where?”

“Berlin.”

“Why didn’t you stop here first?”

“Why?”

“… Just.”

Unknowingly, I was furious, but the saint knew that there was no reason to do so. Seriously, talking to this indifferent man about that is funny in itself.

Seongnyeo sighed inwardly and asked about what happened to Choi Jun-ho.

“So what do you want to ask?”

“I heard it last time, but I need to check it again. Is your god watching over you 24/7?”

Suddenly to the point?

The saint sniffed a dangerous odor from the question, but he meekly agreed.

“First of all, if I can only answer the question, then no. He doesn’t watch all of my petty me 24 hours a day.”

“Can you tell when you watch?”

“yes.”

“Then are you watching now?”

“… no.”

Choi Jun-ho smelled dangerous. The saint instinctively tensed and took a vigilant posture.

Then, the euthanasia was held out in front of the saint.

“Give me this when you are thirsty?”

“I don’t eat anything like that.”

“It tasted fine.”

Choi Jun-ho took a sip of the lunar water and said:

“No worries. Nothing like worrying will happen.”

“Are you going to believe that?”

“If I make a promise, I tend to keep it.”

It was absurd to see him say that he was proud.

“If your god obeys my request, there will be nothing to worry about.”

“Isn’t it strange to think that God would grant that request?”

Although it is difficult for him to even just look at him, Junho Choi seemed comfortable as if he was calling on Uncle Billy, who lives next door.

‘Dangerous.’

Again, the senses were ringing the emergency alarm.

Hopefully, even God will think of it as a challenge rather than awe. He found out that a human named Choi Jun-ho is far beyond his imagination.

The saint still can’t forget the moment when she received God. From head to toe, the feeling of reverence was filled with God’s grace. In it, I felt an infinite sense of liberation and upliftment, and I gained the power to do anything.

God whispered to her. If you follow me, I will make everything you want come true. And as a saint, I got everything I wanted.

But Choi Jun-ho tries to touch the god. What will exist at the end will be a collision.

The saint wants God and Junho Choi to coexist.

“So, another way… … .”

“What I want to hear.”

Junho Choi stopped talking. And his cold eyes were locked like a dagger.

“It’s not your opinion.”

“… … .”

“Don’t mix your personal opinions and start with the delivery. I want to talk.”

“… I see.”

He didn’t seem to be listening to himself. The saint felt helpless at the fact that there was nothing she could do.

The saint knelt down and closed her eyes and began to pray.

After a while, God answered the prayer.

Paah!

The saint, who synchronizes with the divine consciousness with a bright light, could see her huge eyes turned towards her. Surrounded by brilliance, only her eyes were exposed, but the saint was enveloped in a sense of exaltation and fear that seemed to lose her mind.

The reason he found God was not for public reasons, but for Choi Jun-ho’s ‘private’ reasons.

God never acknowledges the private realm. Hoping to be subordinated both physically, mentally and mentally, he complied with his request, except when he visited Korea to seek help from Choi Jun-ho.

“I have something to report to you.”

But God was not angry. Rather, he listened to the end and gave the answer.

The saint was relieved inwardly and returned to reality. And he conveyed the will of God.

God’s answer to Choi Jun-ho’s proposal was ‘rejected’.

“Rejection, rejection.”

The expression on his face, muttering the same words, was calm. It looked as if it had been expected.

It seemed to be the calm before the storm, which made me even more nervous.

“Send it again. If you refuse after hearing this, I won’t ask for more.”

“It is.”

However, the following words drove the saint into a state of panic.

“It… tell me?”

“Why not?”

“… … .”

“Go and deliver it.”

“Are you sure you want this fight?”

I didn’t even notice the slightest bit, so I shot it sharply, but it didn’t affect Choi Jun-ho in the slightest.

“Well. It may seem like a fight, but maybe your god doesn’t think so.”

“… I will deliver it.”

The saint who clenched her teeth and went to God again delivered what Choi Jun-ho had said.

[Are you scared?]

Wouldn’t God be angry at hearing this?

As my worries grew, I was also curious. For there is no one who can say such things to God except him.

‘It’s all because of the head breaker.’

As he grumbled that he was having some kind of thought, God answered.

bring it to me

It was a completely unexpected answer.

When he returned to reality and delivered God’s answer, the corners of Choi’s mouth curled up.

“Look, okay?”

“… … .”

I was kind of upset.