I, Viego, conquer Terra!

Viego stared at W's back and fell into deep thought.



Chapter 3 You are a pervert!

Viego followed W through countless battlefields, big and small.

They are now in a small town, but the town may not have had normal residents for a long time.

Those people with horns on their heads, called Sarkaz by W, were fighting each other in their own battlefields, and did not notice W and Viego passing by the edge of the battlefield.

This scene made Viego feel confused.

"These people, what are they fighting for?" Viego looked at W's back.

The somewhat neurotic white-haired woman did not turn around, but the voice came from the front.

"How should I know?" she said. "I'm not a philosopher. How can a Sarkaz think about the meaning of fighting? Except Hedley."

"Who is Hedley?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" W became impatient with the questions. She turned her head to look at Viego and showed the dagger in a deterrent manner.

"Um...can I ask one last question?" Viego looked behind her.

"Tsk... ask."

Which normal Kazdel person would think about the meaning of fighting and killing? It's all just to survive. This is how Kazdel is, this land is like this, and they have always been like this.

"We seem to have been discovered." Viego pointed at a group of mercenaries with swords slowly approaching behind W.

"Are they from our side?"

W looked back, grabbed Viego and ran away, cursing as he ran:

"Are you stupid? Do they look friendly to you?"

Viego was staggering as he was dragged by W to run. The pain in his body made it difficult for him to control his body well, but the memories from Viego at least prevented this modern man who had never experienced any battle from feeling weak in the legs under the heavy atmosphere of the battlefield.

The sound of whooshing through the air came from behind him. Viego could not help but look back. Looking at the mercenaries holding crossbows and drawing arrows, he understood the source of the sound.

W pulled him around the corner, temporarily avoiding the risk of being shot by a crossbow.

But W did not continue running. He just took off the mercenary bag behind him, squatted down, opened the bag, and groped for something inside.

"W, what are you doing?"

W didn't bother to pay attention to him and just stuffed the thing into his hand. "When I tell you to throw it, you throw it at those idiots. Got it?"

Viego lowered his head and looked at the two black irregular spheres in his hands. "What is this?"

W still ignored him, just waited a few seconds, reached into the backpack, and slapped Viego's shoulder with his other hand. "Throw it!"

Viego was hit by her and his body tilted, with half of his body exposed. Looking at the mercenaries who were approaching to within a dozen steps, he subconsciously threw the ball in his hand away.

Whoosh-!

The crossbow arrow flew past Viego and stabbed into the ground, forcing him to quickly retreat to the corner. He looked at W angrily and said:

"Couldn't you have told me two seconds in advance?!"

W just glanced at him, grinned, and threw out the things he took out of the bag.

"If I don't know when to throw that thing, then the enemy will definitely not know."

boom--! !

The explosion was accompanied by a slight tremor in the ground.

The group of mercenaries fell silent.

Viego stuck his head out to take a look, and found that where the group of mercenaries had been before, there were only a pile of broken limbs and charred ground.

"That was a bomb you asked me to throw out?"

"How is that possible?" W pulled Viego back and looked at him sarcastically:

"You don't think I would trust you with something like that, you stupid idiot with a problem in your brain? What I gave you are just two potatoes wrapped in cloth, just like the two potatoes in your pants, they just look scary."

"......" Viego was speechless and could only say: "There's nothing wrong with my brain."

"You owe me money now. If I say you have a problem, then you have a problem. No one with a sound mind would keep asking questions!" W pulled Viego's collar, put his face in front of him, and said viciously:

"Also, now don't ask me any more questions, anything! You hear me?!"

"...Oh." Viego stared at her mouth. "W, can you brush your teeth before coming closer next time? It smells a bit."

"Viogo, shut up!" W let go of Viego's collar a little madly and continued to move forward.

"...Okay, W."

But Viego always felt that she was not ashamed or annoyed by the content of the questions he asked.

W was just impatient with the concept of "problem" itself.

After a while, Viego and W left the town.

W took Viego into the jungle outside the town and found her camp, which was full of Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Who is this person?" Someone looked at Viego warily and asked W.

"It's none of your business!" W cursed back. "Why don't you go find some poop and try it out?"

The others laughed, but Viego noticed that they did not actually let down their guard against him. They were all paying more or less attention to him, and some of them had even reached for the weapons at their waists.

Of course W noticed it too.

So she grabbed Viego's collar and dragged him towards her single tent. "He sleeps in the same room with me!"

What I mean is that if anyone has to die, I will die first, and I will be responsible if there are any problems.

"Wow..." A mercenary sighed with an ambiguous meaning. "W, don't make too much noise at night, be careful not to be discovered by the enemy!"

"Mind your own business!" W cursed without even turning his head. "Your tent was the one that shook the loudest at night. Everyone knows you're a gay!"

The mercenaries burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became cheerful.

W pulled Viego into the tent.

"W, can I talk now?" Viego asked. "Can I ask you a question? Maybe two..."

"I really regret picking you up..." W's voice sounded a little gnashing her teeth. She complained: "How can there be two Hedleys in this world? You two must get along very well! What do you want to ask, you curious idiot [beep——]?"

Viego always felt that she was not scolding him.

"This question is a little difficult to ask. Can you promise that you won't put a knife to my neck after I ask it?"

W clenched his fists: "If you have something to say, say it now, or I'll stab you right now!"

Viego asked. "Do I really have to sleep with you tonight? How long has it been since you last showered?"

Swish-!

The tip of the dagger was pointed at Viego's throat. W smiled and said, "First, you will sleep on the floor tonight. Second, you still owe me money, so even if I really ask you to rub my feet, you have to do it. Understand?"

Viego was stunned for a moment, and thought that by increasing the time of skin contact with W, he might be able to find a way to remove the fragment from her body.

"Will this pay off the debt? Do you want me to go now? Where can I get water?"

In order to survive, Viego felt that he could accept this insignificant physical sacrifice.

W: “???”

"Fuck, Viego, you're a foot fetishist!"

Chapter 4: The murderous cockroach does not cry

Under W's grenade launcher, Viego regretfully gave up the idea of ​​fetching water to wash her feet.

"It was you who asked me to wash your feet first."

"Shut up, Viego, that's just an analogy! A metaphor! Do you understand?!" W looked at Viego viciously.

Viego spread his hands: "You are right."

Night fell quickly and the mercenaries sat around the campfire, talking and laughing loudly.

W didn't go over, she just sat at the door of her tent, looking up at the night sky above her head.

Viego came over with a heated can of food and handed it to W. "W, why don't you go over and join them?"

"Why are there so many questions? It's none of your business if I can't get through!" W stretched out his hand to take the can of soup, but as soon as he touched it, he retracted his hand with a hiss.

"It's damn hot! Don't you feel anything when you hold this thing? And why is there only one can? Where's yours?"

Viego was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at the steaming can in his hand, and then he reacted. "I'm not hungry, so I only took yours. But it's true, why don't I feel hot at all?"

"I told you that you broke your brain." W stared at Viego's head suspiciously, and kept talking about horses every other sentence, which was really sweet.

This woman has a really bad mouth.

Viego put the can aside, waiting for it to cool down, and sat down next to W.

He looked down at his hands, and just realized that he couldn't feel the temperature change. Thinking back carefully, it seemed that he didn't even know when he stopped feeling pain in his body.

Viego originally thought that this body's recovery ability was strong and the injuries from falling from the sky healed quickly, so the pain disappeared.

But now it seems that the pain has not disappeared, but he can no longer feel it? After thinking about it, Viego found that even his hunger has disappeared. Even if he has not eaten for a whole day, he has no desire to eat when he sees food.

Viego tentatively dipped the iron spoon that came with the food can into some soup and looked at W, "...W, how about I test the poison for you first?"

"Viego, you'd better really be." W sneered.

"Do you mind if I use this fork? Or I..."

"Why the hell are you talking so much!" W snatched the spoon and stuffed it into Viego's mouth.

"Is it poisonous?" W crossed his legs and looked at him.

Viego took the iron spoon out of his mouth. "It seems not."

As expected, there was no flavor at all.

Looking closely, the skin on my hands seemed to have become grayer than when I woke up in the room, closer to the color of a dead person...

Although his skin was pale at that time, it was still considered normal. But now his skin has turned pale and gray.

Is this the consequence of losing the source of the power of the Ruinous Curse?

Viego frowned.

The reason why the Ruined King Viego has been able to survive for thousands of years is because of the power of the Curse of Ruin and the seal.

And now, he is Viego.

The Curse of Ruin is now unsustainable, and this already broken body is naturally on the verge of collapse.

——If I can’t collect the fragments, I will die in a few days.

At this moment, Viego clearly realized this fact.

His gaze fell on W beside him, and W looked at him with confusion.

Good news, there is a walking fragment next to Viego.

Bad news, he doesn't know how to get the fragment out of W's body.

After all, he is not the real Viego. The Ruined King's memories have been lost in a lot during the long seal, so the current Viego cannot just take the fragments.

Perhaps the original Ruined King Viego no longer cared about anything else, and the only obsession left was to save Isolde.

Unfortunately, although Isolde was rescued, she was only met with misunderstanding, reproach and betrayal.

Isolde, what a nasty, evil woman!

Viego gathered his scattered thoughts, turned his gaze away from W, and said nothing.

He wasn't really stupid [beep——], so of course he could sense W's wariness of him beneath his joking exterior.

Viego thought of the mercenaries' vigilant eyes and felt that perhaps everyone here was like this. It seemed that it was difficult for everyone to truly and completely trust others.

Therefore, Viego would not make a request rashly, even though he might turn into dust and return to the earth in the next second.

The incoherent words and numerous inexplicable questions along the way were just the way an ordinary visitor from another world concealed his nervousness.