Regressor Instruction Manual Chapter 737: Value (3)

Chapter 737: Value (3)

I didn’t know the exact reason, but I could finally be sure.
‘What on earth would have looked so good about him?’
It was a question that had already been answered.
‘Sigh, that… that crazy charisma… The seeds are different. The seeds are different. Even when I’m not doing anything, they complicate things. Even if I try to live normally, I always become someone’s role model. Fuck… what should I do? Really. I’ll go crazy. Lee Kiyoung, you are the best.’
It was rather strange not to be jealous or envious of the masked hero. The way he made decisions was always bold, and there was no hesitation in his actions.
It felt natural that Seraphim had come to respect me. Among the four major angels, wasn’t he sitting in a position that could be called the leader?
No, he wasn’t the leader, but there was no point in arguing that he was in the center. If I thought about the background he was in, he was likely inspired by something.
‘Did he have something you didn’t have?’
I didn’t know what Seraphim was like in the first round, but maybe it was a lot different from who he currently was.
Perhaps he was somewhat passive. Usually, people like him longed for things they didn’t have.
He might not have been sociable, and he might’ve been hesitant or felt awkward to give orders.
He was most likely a soft person and had a deceivable personality. The answer came when I saw him leave the choices to me even at that moment, imitating me in the process.
When he saw I was stretching my waist forcibly, he must’ve actually bent his waist a little.
The appearance of the guy in the first round gradually overlapped. It felt like there was nothing left for him except for imitating me.
The probability of why he didn’t doubt me seemed to be met.
‘He’s hypnotizing himself.’
There was no magic, but he might be brainwashing himself. The moment he questioned his own judgment or ability, he probably thought that he was likely to go back to the past.
Well, the bastard was scared to return to who he used to be.
‘Fuck, the masked hero was indeed great. It seems that I’m getting things too easily that I almost feel sorry.’
That might also be the masked hero’s arrangement for the second round. I didn’t know if it was intentional or a coincidence, but it was bound to work in my favor.
“Yes, it is. I don’t want to think that way, but… It’s a possibility.”
“There are many things that bother me to say that it is simply a possibility. Maybe we should also consider the possibility of someone being in touch with humans.”
‘Right?’
“I thought something was weird. It must’ve been a script from the establishment of the institution, no, maybe even before that.”
‘Yes, you are right. This was a planned script from the beginning.’
“Cherubim hasn’t yet appeared on the battlefield. What does this mean?”
‘It means that he has no intention of fighting in the first place. Wouldn’t it be a dirty symbol of not thinking about temples or compatriots but trying to achieve only his purpose?’
“You would know.”
‘Of course, I know.’
As if he was thinking about those lines, I saw him looking at me slightly. It seemed like he was asking me to agree with him. He definitely pressed the correct answer button. He alone satisfied the probability that Cherubim was bound to be the villain of the current situation.
Watching him keep pretending to use his head was a spectacle. When I looked into the pigeon bastard’s face, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Of course, I couldn’t laugh out loud. When I looked at Seraphim with a serious face, he also started giving me the same expression.
“Did the talk with Thronus not go well? That’s why he thought he had to get rid of Thronus first, right?”
“Yeah. Although Thronus opposed the new plan… he wouldn’t have agreed with his crazy plan either. He probably couldn’t tell anyone and was keeping it inside.”
“Thronus has been that way since before. Stupid guy.”
‘You are the stupid one.’
“That’s why he came here. If the new humanity plan really is what Cherubim is aiming for, his true purpose is too obvious.”
“If it’s not you, it will be this little continent. Cherubim’s thoughts are predictable. It’s a bit of a concern, but the evidence is more than enough.”
‘Right. That’s right.’
“But Seraphim.”
“Hmm?”
“If Cherubim… is really the root of all this… what are you going to do?”
“…”
“…”
“I didn’t even think that Cherubim would act so extreme. Maybe the cause is somewhere else. He may have felt anxious about the new human initiative or been afraid of the environment changing so rapidly. Just because he didn’t like me, he wouldn’t have done that… we may have to find… other agreements.”
As I spoke, I could see him becoming a little puzzled.
‘It’s weird, right? That’s not something I would say, right?’
It wasn’t good either to just push too hard. Originally, wasn’t pushing and pulling the most necessary skill to make a fool out of anyone?
‘The masked hero wouldn’t have said that, right?’
I saw him slowly nodding. He must’ve just realized.
1st Kiyoung and 2nd Kiyoung were different. Their direction of thinking was similar, but there was a difference in the way of solving it.
I didn’t know why, but I felt like he wanted to smile.
‘Is he enjoying this?’
Maybe so. If I were correct that he thought that he could completely replace 1st Kiyoung, it was understandable as to why he made that face.
Separately, I thought he wouldn’t find another agreement. The masked hero never did.
“Why should I find an agreement?”
“What?”
“No matter what Cherubim thinks, it doesn’t matter why he did it. The important thing is that he committed a crime. It’s him who has to find a consensus, not me. I won’t yield.”
‘Whew.’
“And I do not forgive.”
‘Wow. He’s really on the top level of copying and pasting.’
I didn’t know what to reply after he said all those embarrassing lines.
Right. The masked hero didn’t yield. It was a good posture. And he didn’t do anything like forgiveness. If anyone had committed a crime, he would execute and kill them. He never avoided it.
Others should yield, and not him.
‘He just buried the bad guys he didn’t like. You’d do that too, right? You can do it, right?’
“Right. I don’t yield.”
“…”
I thought it was a good idea to look at the bastard like I found him cool.
How excited he would be. The one he considered his role model in the first round was looking at him with sparkling eyes.
I couldn’t have someone as a role model, but I would have wanted to dance too if I did.
Even though I wanted to call him a stupid bastard, I thought that it couldn’t be helped for him to feel that kind of superiority and a sense of accomplishment.
‘Did it feel good? Do you feel good because I looked at you like this?’
I noticed that the feathers on his wings were standing up as if he got chills. He probably didn’t even know that his wings were like that.
‘Did I react like that when I was being Doom Kiyoung? Gosh, it would be a little embarrassing if I looked like that. I must’ve been less reactive than that, right?’
In any case, I could bet I wasn’t as embarrassing as that.
Roughly, it felt like he was ready, considering he didn’t yield as he said. I could see that he made up his mind to show Cherubim what he deserved.
At that timing, shouldn’t Cherubim arrive?
“If you say you don’t yield…”
“He has to pay for the crime.”
“…”
He was trying to prove to himself how great a pigeon he was.
‘I’ll be counting on you, Seraphim.’
I was worried that he was thinking differently, but he didn’t even think about it in the first place.
It was then that the big door opened. I thought it was about the time for him to come, and I saw the villain getting on the stage at the right timing.
An angel with blue hair neatly tied. Immediately after entering, the way his face crumpled stood out.
‘You came, Cherubim. Your timing is impeccable.’
Of course, there was anger on his face. After quietly looking around, he began to open his mouth carefully.
Well, it was an obvious line. It was so obvious even if I didn’t listen. The villain who suddenly appeared would say bullsh*t, talking without knowing anything.
“What are you doing, Seraphim?”
As soon as he came in, he put a word on him.
“…”
“…”
‘You didn’t notice that the atmosphere was a little strange, did you?’
“Did you not hear my message?”
“…”
“The rat bastard betrayed us once again. Thronus is dying. Everything was that mean bastard’s plan. There was no such thing as a new humanity plan in the first place. Everything was bullsh*t to waste divinity and divide us. It was a mistake to bring that trashy bastard to our side again.”
“…”
“He is evil. He’s a human that needs to disappear and the kind that shouldn’t exist in the world.”
‘You’re too harsh.’
“Motherfucker.”
‘Were you that angry?’
“Thronus believed in you.”
‘Oh, yeah? I didn’t believe in him.’
“He was worried about you and believed in you until the end.”
‘Oh, did he?’
“He’s not human.”
‘I’m an angel, man. You aren’t human either. Talk to your heart’s content, you demon bastard. See if I flinch. Can you see the person in front of me right now? No matter how much you talk, this person won’t be shaken.’
It didn’t take long before our Cherubim, who enjoyed anger time alone, noticed something strange.
He looked at Seraphim once and looked at me, then looked at me and looked at Seraphim again. If it were Cherubim, who was familiar with the ugly desires of the platinum-colored pigeon, would he not realize how things were going?
“You…”
Seraphim opened his mouth arrogantly as if living up to his expectations.
“The traitor is you, Cherubim.”
“What?”
“Don’t think we don’t know your plan.”
“You… You stupid bastard!”
“You are the stupid one.”
“What was that rat telling you, Seraphim?”
“He never said anything to me. Everything is my judgment.”
‘You can’t mess with his weak spot. If you say that, it’ll hurt him. Don’t mess with his trauma.’
“I knew you were being weird before, but I didn’t know that you were broken like this.”
“That’s what I want to tell you, Cherubim.”
“You mean you’re going to block me.”
“I would like you to express that I’m blocking your dirty plan.”
“What’s dirty is your ugly desire.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m just telling the truth as it is. You are broken, Seraphim.”
“I am not broken.”
“You don’t get me.”
“That’s what I want to say.”
The atmosphere so far was turning out to be pretty good. A moment of silence erupted. They both knew how things would go down.
Cherubim looked at me quietly and then opened his mouth as he looked at Seraphim.
“Forgive me, Seraphim.”
“How many sins have you committed? Aren’t you curious, Cherubim?”
‘Wow, fuck. I should get some popcorn.’
Two pigeons slowly rising into the air were visible.
‘Anyone one of you can die. Yes, it would be better if it were you this time, though, blue-hair.’
In that situation, a sneering laugh popped out.