I Killed the Heroine in the Game - I Killed the Heroine in the Game chapter 122

122 – 20: I hate the heaven of Jesus and the hell of disbelief.

After worrying with my eyes open all night, I came to a conclusion.

TIP: Do the favors of the guy you suspect is your younger brother, but give him sh*t. At the same time, the quest window and the Vatican are also messed up.

It was a natural choice because I had no intention of giving in to the wishes of those who viewed human lives as fruit to be harvested in the market.

I will listen to TIP, who I suspect is my younger brother, for now, but the reason I’m thinking of screwing it up is because of the possibility that it might not be my real younger brother, and also because he’s just angry.

Anger and anger. Annoyance, revenge, and the feeling that I can’t see anyone else doing well because I’m like this.

They say everyone gets sentimental at night. The moment Woosin’s horn was stuck in my nostril, my sentimental feelings were blown away with a nosebleed, and only the above feelings remain.

From a human perspective, I think this guy is a bit dangerous.

Quest Window That guy took all the blame for putting me into this world, so let’s just say I’m not bad.

I want to make it all work, regardless of whether it is a quest window or a TIP. I am also concerned about the cults that call themselves the Vatican.

In order to achieve this, I wrote down their goals in a notebook.

1. The Vatican and the quest window want me to help Yuri. I guess it means helping Yu-ri Lee kill Gwi-tae.

2. On the other hand, it seems like the TIP guy is to stop the Vatican’s plan, but persuade Yu-ri Lee to stop him from killing people.

What should we do to make it work for both parties?

I continued to worry as I covered Wooshin with a blanket several times, as he kept spinning around in his seat due to his sleeping habits. I soon remembered the answer.

“Wouldn’t it be okay to just take Gwi-tae and crush everything they’re trying to do?”

It was simple logic. The one the Vatican is trying to kill is Gwitae. Yuri Lee also came for that purpose.

Then wouldn’t it be okay to just take Gwi-tae, who is being targeted, and block the Vatican and Yu-ri Lee?

Honestly, I don’t think it would be strange if Guitae was killed by someone.

She killed people, plotted and used the main character and the people around her for her own purposes.

If the person trying to kill her is someone who lost her family to her Gwi-tae and is planning revenge on her because of her anger, I will support the person who tries to kill her Gwi-tae without hesitation.

Even though I’ve known him for a while, if I kill someone, I have to be prepared to be killed.

For revenge, I killed that pig and the money ghost, but if their family or someone who loves them wants to kill me, I will accept it.

That is the price that a person who kills someone must pay. Because just as I took revenge, the other person also has the right to take revenge.

But this time, it’s not like that, it’s some f*cking pseudo-believers who are trying to kill Guitae by citing prophecies.

I’m a bit of a spoiled brat, and she’s a bit of a b*tch, but don’t you think it’s a bit much?

“Okay then. “Should I send a message first?”

As soon as I saw that the sun had risen in the morning, I sent a message to Guitae asking me to meet him.

I didn’t just ask to meet, but I wrote down my meeting with the Vatican, their goals, and what I wanted to do with Guitae.

Lastly, I thought for a while as I couldn’t come up with an appropriate reason as to why I would tell Gwi-tae instead of ignoring this, but Gwi-tae responded quickly, so there was no need to talk.

‘[ I’ll go to the front of the house. ]’

Gwitae said he would come to my home, not anywhere else. I heard that he was watching the entire country as an evil spirit, and I asked him if he was watching me as well.

‘[How do you know my house?]’

‘[It’s on the internet.]’

“?”

What does this mean now?

I was horrified and searched the Internet using the keywords “My name and house.” I found people proudly posting on social media that they had discovered the location of my house.

There were a lot of YouTube videos speculating about why I live in a place like this and how much house prices will rise here thanks to the presence of the divine spirit Woosin.

It is said that the price of this house, which was purchased the same day after paying a small amount of cash, is rising through the roof just because Wooshin is living there. Even though there is a crazy woman living there.

“But isn’t this stalking?”

There are a lot of people taking pictures near their houses and uploading proof photos, so I wondered why I hadn’t seen them before.

Now that I think about it, the first time I went outside since coming into this house was when I bought Wooshin a hairpin yesterday.

There were stores, so I didn’t even have a regular supermarket, so I never looked out the window. I didn’t know until now because there was no one outside with a camera.

…… But of course YouTube0 would bring cameras into the house, so why was it quiet? Was he afraid of the spirit?

“It’s probably because I’m scared of the captain!”

You never know. I’m sure heaven protected me because I did something good.

“Captain…… ?”

I prepared breakfast for Wooshin before the appointed time with Gwitae. I waited in the alley next to the house.

As soon as the appointed time arrived, Guitae appeared, hiding in the early morning shadows, wearing a thick robe coat and sunglasses.

However, unlike usual, he clearly did not hide his hostility and wariness.

Looking at the pitch-black spiritual power flickering behind his back, it was clear what Gwitae was thinking.

Yep. Puberty is always like that for kids. I asked with a sigh.

“It’s not too late.”

“I am careful to keep my appointment time. So – the Vatican is trying to kill me? Have fun. But what does it mean to tell me that and let’s f*ck together?

I don’t know what kind of trick they are planning. “Is there any reason for someone of your caliber to join hands with such things?”

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Gwitae took off his sunglasses and smiled.

Among her bright red eyes, the horizontally drawn human eyes twinkled with murderous intent, and a crack appeared in the air behind her.

And in that gap, a red mask with cracks all over its body made the sound of scissors, and Jangsanbeom, half of its body burned and collapsed, appeared making the sound of an animal.

Was that guy in the middle of that mess? Two A-level demons and so many low-level demons that it seems meaningless to count them.

Seeing Gwitae not hiding her hostility and being wary of me, I could see that her strength was completely opposite to mine.

Not one powerful person, but many with the power to wield a sword. Even if she exploded as much dynamite as she could, it seemed unlikely that she would be able to overcome Gwitae’s evil spirits.

Well, that doesn’t matter. There’s no reason to start a fight with your child right now, unless it’s later.

I spoke to Guitae, who was on guard, picking his ears and puffing up his body like a cat.

“I didn’t hold hands. “I called you here to help you.”

“You? You think I don’t know anything? I know that you met with a saint from the Vatican, accompanied by a broker. “You could have received hundreds of millions of dollars, but you gave it up?”

“Uh.”

“Why on earth?”

“I hate them.”

Because I don’t like them, I refuse hundreds of millions of money. So far, even if I offered money, I wonder if there have been one or two times that I have refused a request. No.

He said he refused because he didn’t like me, so what else can he say?

I originally like money, but I would die without it. In any case, living according to one’s temperament rather than the money of the world, which is only temporary once one dies, has turned out to be beneficial.

I looked at Guitae with my head held high, and Guitae stared at me and put his sunglasses back on.

Her eyes were still shining blue under the sunglasses, but Jang Sanbeom shrank back and the sound of the scissors in the hand of the red mask stopped.

“…… So what do you do? f*ck the Vatican?”

“Ugh.”

“You’re crazy, right? An attack on one of the largest religious groups in the world. “The average person wouldn’t even think of that.”

Gwitae mutters in a tone that is unclear whether it is admiration or surprise.

I swallowed her nose and threw a bottle of coffee at her ears. Guitae didn’t know how to get it, but she missed it.

A coffee bottle falling to the floor. Red Mask stretched out her hand as if to take the bottle, but in her hand was a huge, curse-filled pair of scissors.

As soon as the scissors touched the glass bottle containing coffee, they split it in half.

Gwi-tae makes a sound and looks at the glass bottle in confusion. Soon she rolled her eyes and said,

“…… “Not on purpose.”

Oh, I’m noticing that again.

She snorted at the child’s reaction like a child. Gwitae flicked her fingers and sent the demon she had summoned back into her shadow.

“You…” … I know you’re not lying. Me, me…… Oh, and that I contacted you to help. I’ll believe it. But then, have you thought of a method?”

“Uh.”

“What is it?”

“First, go to the saintly b*tch and find out what she is planning.”

“How?”

In response to her question, I took out a plank from my bank account. And she showed Guitae that she had written the words ‘Jesus Heaven, Disbelief Hell’ with a marker pen.

“I’m going to find out by hitting a lot with this.”

Of course, hitting him is the last option, and in reality, I plan to coax him with words as much as possible.

To give a rough guess, the saint, either Lee Yu-ri or Lee Hyo-ri, seemed to be hesitant about harming civilians.

In such a situation, it is not difficult to coax a child who looks blind and confused to get the information you want.

She finds out what the Vatican is planning, destroys it all, and reports it. This was my plan.

If everything goes according to her plan, things will go smoothly, and thanks to Guitae’s skills, I easily found the saint sitting near her house –

“…… You don’t know anything? “A saint?”

“Yes.”

“Wait a minute. It’s a bit confusing, so I’ll try to sort it out. You are called a saint in the Vatican and are one of the important combat personnel.

I don’t know exactly where to install the casting. “You don’t know how many victims there will be, and you don’t know the content of the prophecy that is the reason you came here?”

“Yes.”

“This woman…… It’s not a lie…… ?”

Gwitae muttered in astonishment.

Saint. Lee Yu-ri answered everything I asked honestly without any threats or cajoling.

But I knew nothing about this saint.

It was surprising that they were trying to use a fetish called the Ark of the Covenant in the middle of Seoul, but what was even more surprising was that the saint who was to unseal the fetish knew nothing.

Why on earth did they bring this guy? What should she do now that the saintly woman she thought knew a lot turns out to be an asshole?

It would be possible for Gaetong to inform her grandmother, but then the existence of ‘Gwitae’, which the saint just witnessed, would be at stake.

Isn’t it a bit much to drag her child, whom I brought here, to her academy?

How should I do this? As I rested my chin and continued to worry, Saint Lee Yu-ri suddenly began to ask me a question.

“…… Why did the Lord send us these trials? The Lord spoke of peace and love. But the command given to me is far from those words. “What should I do?”

The cross that once shined in the child’s eyes loses its light.

Although her eyes were drawn to unusual pupils like Gwitae’s, she seemed to feel bad for some reason when she looked at the cross. Is it because she is a saint and is offended that she tried to kill someone?

But this wasn’t the important thing. A true adult would be someone who would answer a child’s concerns. This saintly woman put her sincere concerns and fears in her mouth.

Then how should I answer this? I closed my eyes and thought about it for a moment. I remembered the priest’s way of teaching me many things and soon gave a serious answer.

“If it were Jesus, wouldn’t he make a prophecy about killing someone?

And if you’re worried, think about this. “If you don’t think about it and just follow God’s words, you will only be deceived by those who want to take advantage of you, right?”

“…… That.”

Even after hearing what I said, the girl seemed like she hadn’t decided what to do.

Judging by the way she answered the question, she seemed half-hearted, but it seemed like the things she was accustomed to as a believer were preventing her from making a decision.

If it was obvious, it was natural. She is a saint at the Vatican and has studied a lot. She must have been educated by priests who speak better than me, but there is no way she could have made a decision after hearing what I said.

Normally, I would just say it was like that and ignore it, but I couldn’t ignore it now.

People’s lives are at stake, and what the Vatican is trying to do is more disgusting than what TIP said, so we will somehow stop the Vatican’s plan.

But in order to use the method I came up with, I first needed this kid’s cooperation.

So, Father. I will pass on your teachings to another child in another world.

“You must have been taught to keep following what you say. It’s natural to be scared. It’s hard to reject something you suddenly learned. Then – let’s take a hit first.”

“Yes?”

I hit the board with Jesus, heaven, disbelief, and hell written on it on the saint’s head. Kwasik! Wood fragments flying into the air.

The priest’s teaching number 1. No matter how troublesome you are, if you get hit, you will be heard.

The priest’s education made me into a person who would shake my fist at people and swear at them.

I shared the truth that I had personally learned with my wife, and she went behind her bench.