After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

He also has a very good personality, and for a man he's so gentle that it's a bit creepy.

Because even to someone like Murphy, he would give the most basic care.

And when he asks others to keep watch at night, he will feel sincerely sorry.

These are Murphy's evaluations of the brave man.

However, there is more to it than that.

That brave man is also a fighting genius.

Anyone who stood beside him in battle would understand this.

That incredible strength and ability to cope with things is jaw-dropping.

It's hard to imagine how a body that has just reached adulthood can possess such power.

He is undoubtedly a genius, possessing overwhelming power that no one else can match.

Murphy sighed.

If only he could possess this kind of power.

Can the tragedies and regrets of the past be changed?

But, that is impossible, without a doubt.

Because it is impossible for him to possess such power, and there is no way for him to go back to the past.

Thinking of this, Murphy sighed again.

"Sigh, but it will get old."

A playful yet gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Ella..."

"hey-hey."

Ella came out from behind Murphy and then walked around to the front of him.

Looking at the somewhat sad expression on Murphy's face, Ella stretched out her hands.

Then, she gently stroked his cheek.

"It's okay, Murphy."

"I'm still here."

Ella's eyes curved up and she smiled gently.

"It's nice to have me by your side, isn't it?"

Chapter 2 Choice (New Book, Please Collect)

Late at night, the cold moonlight shines down.

Murphy leaned against the tree trunk, holding the hilt of his sword in his hand.

This relic left by my father has been used for many years, and its wailing can be heard in every battle.

But it doesn't matter. It's just an iron sword. Even if it breaks, it won't affect the outcome of the battle between the brave and the geniuses.

The leaves were rustled by the night wind, and the unique silence of the late night made Murphy's heart unconsciously become heavy.

He thought back to the past, those regrets that could not be changed.

"If only I could possess that kind of strength..."

Dark emotions fermented in his heart, but soon subsided.

He is not a jealous person.

Because he deeply realized that as an ordinary person like him, everything he had would only be ordinary.

But to say I'm not envious would be a lie.

He does not have the overwhelming power of a hero that makes others unable to reach him;

He doesn't have the status of a hero who can call on geniuses.

All he has is ordinary.

Therefore, he will never be able to become someone like the hero who can change all tragedies and regrets.

Murphy didn't think any further.

He just sighed deeply, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword habitually reached into his armor, where some smoke was hidden.

However, the hand stopped in mid-air because he suddenly remembered that Ella had thrown away all his cigarettes.

'How nosy.'

Murphy pursed her lips and then complained softly in her heart about her childhood sweetheart who cared about her a little too much.

However, at this moment, Murphy realized something was wrong based on his years of experience.

…It’s too quiet.

Under the night sky, it was unusually quiet.

Even the leaves that were rustling in the night wind stopped rustling at some point.

"I was careless."

Murphy sensed something and gripped the hilt of the sword again, which gave him a slight sense of security.

At the same time, he was concentrating on observing the surrounding environment.

However, at the moment he blinked.

Not far in front of him, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere.

He appeared without warning, as if He was supposed to be there.

It was a strange, twisted black shadow.

The black shadow looked like a human figure, but in an instant it turned into an irregular mass.

He kept changing his shape, and finally became fixed in human form.

But what surprised Murphy was that he couldn't see any facial features.

No… not just the face.

Clothing, appearance, details, not even a little bit is recognizable.

Murphy felt a sense of inexplicable fear, which was the human instinctive fear of the unknown.

He wanted to call out to his companions in the tent, but he felt as if someone was strangling his neck, and his vocal cords could no longer vibrate to make any sound.

He wanted to draw his sword, but his shoulders felt so heavy that they seemed to be pulled by a rope with a thousand-pound rock tied to the end, and he couldn't lift them.

He couldn't move his feet, couldn't do it because he had lost control of his lower body.

Breathing is normal.

The beating of the heart still echoes in the body.

But his body seemed to be frozen and could not move.

A few drops of cold sweat unconsciously flowed down Murphy's forehead.

He stared at the dark shadow, and the dark shadow was also staring at him.

They just stared at each other.

Five seconds later, the expected message from the other party did not appear in my mind.

"It's ineffective." Murphy's heart sank.

Then, he watched the dark shadow slowly approaching him.

"Alas, that toy-like protection can't see through me."

What's going on with this guy?

My body couldn't move, and the identification technique was ineffective.

Tsk, what a strange guy.

"Is that strange? Well, take it as a compliment."

"Ah, right, let's get down to business."

"You're going to die."

...Is that so?

So that’s how it is… I’m going to die.

That’s right, I will most likely be killed by this guy next time.

There was no resistance at all, not even a scream could be uttered.

I didn't even realize this fact...

"I won't kill you."

"Rather, if you really died in this world, it would be quite troublesome."

How could He know what I was thinking? Mind reading?

However, who would believe what He just said?

How could I possibly trust a guy like this who's obviously a villain?

If you don't kill me, is it that Supreme God Cassia who wants to kill me? She really has plenty of free time.

How could such a final boss come to me? Isn't that hero right next door?

Go find that guy for me, it would be best if he kills you with one sword.

"That puppet-like guy doesn't matter."

"But you're having a really bad time."

"Like a bedbug in a gutter."

"The look in their eyes must be unpleasant."

"And that guy, you're really envious, right?"

"I can help you kill her."

He even knew how to fight back with words? What a wicked guy.

That brave man...

I am envious, of course.

But it's better to kill him.

Although he is so outstanding that it makes people jealous, he is a good guy.

"I see. You're truly someone who's content with being ordinary."

"That's true, if it weren't for that."

"You wouldn't be able to integrate into this world so quickly, nor would you be killed so early."

"Right? Ordinary."

what? !

How can this be? !

How could He know? !

After coming into this world, I clearly haven’t told anyone!

And just now, I never thought about that!

Who is He?!

He, what exactly does He want...

"It doesn't matter who I belong to."