The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

Yaldabaoth arrived in Japan in a week.

Originally, she would have arrived in a day, but it took a long time because she used stealth to move so as not to be seen by her others.

'Something strange.'

Arriving in Japan, he thought.

Considering the time it took him to get here, a gate break occurred and about half of Japan had to disappear.

But it wasn't.

looked very fine.

You can't see the fear in people's faces.

That's what he said too.

If Satan Nael appeared here, he could only talk about it.

However, the stories around him were very egocentric, and only trivial and personal.

It was truly peace.

"surely…."

One possibility came to mind.

The possibility that Kim Seong-jin, who cleared his own dungeon, came right here and entered the gate.

Of course, the probability is low.

He used a skill that would blow the entire gate away.

Naturally, the mana consumption would also be enormous, and it would not be possible to recover it easily.

'Would you like to investigate first?'

Yal Davaot hid in a nearby corner and released his stealth.

And he changed his body to a face and body shape similar to those around him, and he spoke in their own language.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Can you tell me what happened here?"

"Oh, I'm busy."

"Hey, I'm sorry, but..."

"Where are you talking to?! A Korean."

A person who screams and spit and runs away.

Yal Davaoth wiped the saliva from his own face with his hands.

The sputum was thick and it felt very bad to be buried.

It seems that they did not look like the same race, perhaps because the transformation was a little clumsy.

Maybe it's the race they hate.

I've been through this a lot.

And he did the same thing every time.

'If you can endure it, you will endure it, if you don't, you will not stand it.'

He checked how handsome the guy who spit was.

I confirmed that he was a no-brainer.

That was the end of it.

Fight!

His body was shot in an instant and caught the Japanese who had spit in his face.

And in an instant, it disappeared in front of others in an instant.

"Kuk!"

thud!

They suddenly appeared in a deserted alley.

Yaldabaoth threw the captured Japanese man against a wall and placed his feet on his chest, immobilizing him.

"Hey, I'm not spitting anyway. What did I do?"

"ね, shudder-."

Kwok.

When he put strength on his leg, the Japanese man knelt as if he was having a hard time breathing.

'Damn it. Are you a Korean Awakened?'

A Japanese man, Muramasa thought.

Relations with South Korea have recently been overheated to the point of being the worst.

Japan was currently experiencing international bullying, and the Japanese government turned its arrow to Korea.

There was also a trade war, such as a complete cessation of goods sold to Korea, and the public also joined in and began to oppress and ignore Koreans.

Even this time, including the murders of politicians and prime ministers, they were driving the culprits to be Koreans.

Although he denies that this is not a new government, the public sentiment has already become uncontrollable.

"Come on, let's apologize. I'm sorry. I heard it while walking around and used it well, but it's easy, isn't it?"

“…Keep. Do you know how to apologize to Koreans?”

Yal Davaoth gently lifted his foot so he could speak, and he laughed at it and spit again.

Then, turning over his body, he drew a sword from his inventory.

No matter how Japanese he eats apples, he doesn't want to apologize to Koreans.

He chose to kill him rather than that.

I don't know where this place is, but no one sees it, so even if the police come anyway, I won't ask much.

Kang!

The sword touched Yaldabaoth's neck.

However, what I heard was not a sharp cutting sound, but the sound of metal touching metal.

"Hmm, it's too weak for a B-grade. Muramasa Kuzuryu-san."

He approached him, scratching his neck as if it were itching.

“What… what…! How do you know my name…?!”

"It's only natural for you to find out the monster's name, right? It's the same. Well, it takes a little bit more of my skill."

"What are you talking about?"

"Is that too difficult for a monkey? What happened. I was more angry than that. I was just going to get an apology and finish it. Wielding something so annoying…."

wickedness-!

Yaldabaoth beckoned and his sword broke.

He grabbed the broken blade, swung it around, and said with a serious expression.

"Because I'm polite. If I've been harmed, pay me back. This is the basics of courtesy."

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The blade went deep into the wall.

Originally, his sword had no such ability.

It was a skill that was only possible because he strengthened the blade with magic.

When Muramasa saw this, he was terrified and did Togeza.

"Now… wait. I was wrong. Because I was wrong. Forgive me!"

"Give me?"

"please give it to me!"

It's disgraceful, but it's still better than dying.

If he keeps his manners, he will strike his neck with that blade.

'This guy, let's see.'

Still, he didn't forget to call the police from his pocket.

If you wait like this, the police will come and take him away.

Until then, keep your head down.

"Well, I'm a generous person, so I'll forgive you. I asked you earlier, would you mind telling me what happened there a week ago?"

"If it was a week ago… it must have been a place where a strange gate appeared and there was a fire. Yes, it was definitely a place where a gate that was not detected by the system appeared."

Muramasa raised her head slightly and spoke directly to him with respect.

He had no intention of offending him.

Rather, it was better to ask and answer questions like this to get the police to come.

"Okay? What happened to the gate?"

"How is it? Of course it was cleared."

It was the tone of the conversation that you were asking for something obvious.

Yal Davaoth frowned at those confident words.

It was not something to think that it was just cleared.

It was the gate where Satanael, the Demiurge, appeared.

But is that taken for granted?

Even if he died, some S-class hunters would have been crippled or died, so that's not a topic of discussion.

'Something is strange.'

When I came here before, it was difficult to see the S grade, but the growth was too fast.

"Who cleared it?"

"You're the same Korean, don't you know?"

“…Are you a guy who looks like this?”

Yaldabaoth said while carving a picture of Seongjin's face on the wall with the blade.

Muramasa looked at it for a moment and then shook his head.

"No. There was no such person. Among the Awakened police in Korea, there were two people named Top... I can't remember the name."

"Any damage?"

“It only looked like a C-grade gate, but there is no such thing. They even said it was annoying when they passed by and they said they removed it.”

Yaldabaoth's expression hardened.

He thought it was the worst, but it was worse than that.

Here, besides the hero Kim Seong-jin, he had the power to kill Satanael.

'Damn, if I had known this would happen, I would have done it the way I used to, instead of attacking right away.'

It was a mistake to bring Satanael in to finish it quickly.

He clicked his tongue, thinking he would do it like before.

"I got a report. Is anyone there?"

Wow-

The sound of a police car was heard from behind.

Yaldabaoth glanced back and looked at him again.

"It's better not to think about running away. I've already recorded the whole situation."

Muramasa thought it was over and said as he took out his smartphone that was secretly filming the video.

Thinking it's all over now.

"Oh, is it?"

hook.

Yaldabaoth stole his smartphone at once.

he's so stupid

To teach them all these things and even show them to take them away.

"And look, there's something you haven't apologized for yet?"

"Uh, huh?"

Jal Davaoth gathered a bunch of saliva in his mouth and spit it out at him, who was clasping his hand, feeling that the smartphone was missing from his hand.

As if he had spit on him before.

"Aaaaah-!"

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His saliva is strong acid.

It was quite natural for Muramasa's body to melt after being hit by his saliva.

Yaldabaoth looked at it and smiled and raised his painful face.

An ugly contorted face.

He looked at it and said with a smile that cracked his ears.

"I'm going to get some faces for the etiquette class tuition."

His hand cut out his face.

***

"I'm sorry. I think I called by mistake. I'm really sorry."

Yaldabaoth came out of the alley and coaxed the policemen who came to him back.

After that.

As he walked down the street, he saw his face in front of the glass building.

It was the face of Muramasa Kuzuryu, the Japanese man he had talked to a while ago.

He slit his face and put it on my own.

'Are you all right?'

It seemed perfect that there were no seams to be seen.

It was a perfect transformation.

Again, it was much simpler and more perfect to transform by peeling off the skin of the subject rather than transforming it just by imagining it.

Yaldabaoth turned on a smartphone that said the owner of the face had taken a picture of him before he died.

There was a password, but there was no problem.

After releasing some magic power from his hand, the machine spewed out some sparks and rigged it at will.

Hundreds of password errors were issued in an instant, and then it was released.

'Simple.'

Yaldabaot awkwardly manipulated the smartphone for a while, then skillfully checked them one by one, found a video of himself filming it, and deleted it.

Then he sat nearby and checked the list on his phone.

It is no exaggeration to say that the smartphone is a record of his life.

Checking this out will give you a rough idea of ​​what kind of life he lived.

As I had to play him in the future, I needed to know him well.

'28-year-old single, likes alcohol and pachinko, but sites I frequently access are anti-Korean sites and… What site is this?'

He stopped accessing the site marked with a red label and confirmed that the message had arrived.

According to the Internet news a while ago, even such a guy would have the text message.

So he was able to find the text he was looking for by downloading some advertisement-like text for a while.

- Promotion

It was an invitation to participate.

He immediately texted him to participate and started moving.

He needed to be promoted to a suitable rank in order to satisfy the conditions for participation before being promoted.

In addition, it was necessary to recover the aggression points used this time.

A month passed like that.

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