Episode 289 Power inflation (7)
“What is this? A dream?”
Sinclair looked around with a trembling gaze.
The figure of Bartolomeo with his eyes open and a huge demon floating above him.
As the adversaries of the devil, the night hound and the saint Dolores are holding hands.
???
Sinclair only blinked as if he couldn’t believe the current situation.
Dolores was very upset.
‘Why is Sinclair here!? He must have drunk tea with sleeping pills!?’
she asked, trying to stay calm.
“Sinclair! Are you okay? Judging from her condition, it looks like she’s been on sleeping pills…” ”
…I’m fine. Umm- I usually take various types of sleeping pills, so my tolerance has gotten a bit stronger.”
Sinclair is busy with countless schedules, including part-time job, school study, personal study, and extracurricular activities.
It happened because I didn’t know that I was under a lot of stress and was taking various kinds of sleeping pills, and my tolerance was very strong.
However, even so, the medicinal effect of sleeping pills cannot be ignored.
Sinclair’s eyes were still slightly open as if he hadn’t woken up.
“I was so sleepy that I staggered and fell over on an open chest, and the door must have been closed. But what the hell is this? What’s that? And the night hound…” She said to Belial and Vikir
. looked around and asked.
Dolores gritted her teeth.
“Sinclair
!
Because Belial laughed and raised a huge fist.
[At this point, it wouldn’t be bad to weed out useless ties. As of this time, all plays are over.]
Bartolomeo’s body broke once more, and the terrifying demonic energy exploded.
And Sinclair’s eyes narrowed when he saw it.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!
yet. Belial’s fist fell to where Sinclair was.
Seeing Belial’s attack falling like a meteorite, Dolores screamed in astonishment.
“Si Sinclair! No!”
She maxed out her divine power and ran, but it was not enough to match her speed.
……but.
“……!”
Dolores should have been taken by surprise.
Wood deok! Wooduk! Deud deude deuk!
Sinclair blocked Belial’s fist.
Huge golden palms protruding from the floor and walls were blocking Belial’s fists.
[……? What is this?]
Belial frowned at the unexpected interruption.
But it wasn’t just a hindrance.
Fufufufufufu!
Golden thorns sprouted out of nowhere from the back of the golden hand and pierced Belial’s fist.
[!?]
When Belial hurriedly removed her hand, she began to notice changes around her.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
A wave of gold coins.
Treasures piled up like a mountain here and there were making waves and rushing towards us.
Not towards Belial, but toward Sinclair!
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Short! Short! Short!
The golden snakes were sucking towards the hat Sinclair was holding in her hand.
And accordingly, the mana emitted by Sinclair was also getting stronger.
‘Hat with lots of money’.
This is the prize Sinclair received after finishing eighth in the collegiate league.
‘Hehe- it’s not a world where money is power. I really need to earn a lot of money to wear this hat.’
A hat that makes your magic power stronger by eating money.
Although it was worn in places and the brim was missing teeth, one effect was a definite artifact.
Kurrureuk!
Putting on the hat, Sinclair cast her spell once again.
The gold coins and gold ingots around them seemed to be melted by the flames, and soon they came together to form a huge fist.
…bang!
Belial’s head jerks again.
[Annoying guy.]
It was hard to live in Belial’s pupils, which were divided like a goat’s.
…Ouddeuk!
Bartolomeo’s body moved.
The balmung in his hand drew a bizarre trajectory and bent like a snake with hundreds of joints in its body.
“…Ugh!?”
Blood fountains burst out from all over the body.
Sinclair stepped back to avoid Bartolomeo, who swung a sword right in front of her eyes.
“Patriarch!? Why are you like this! Ew!?”
She shouts in confusion as if she recognized Bartolomeo’s face.
Seeing this, Dolores exclaimed.
“Sinclair! That person is not the head of a bourgeois family! He’s just a puppet that was already possessed by the devil!”
“Yes!? That can’t be the case. A devil?”
“Please believe me…!?”
But again, Dolores couldn’t finish her words.
…Pak!
It was because Bikir, who flew on the cub madam’s wire, soared upward with Sinclair wrapped around his waist.
Kwak!
The area where Sinclair had been standing just before was horribly destroyed by Bartolomeo’s slash.
“Kuh!?”
Sinclair flinched at the look on the face of the person who snatched her body.
night hound. A monstrous man with a gloomy red light flowing from the eyes of the mask.
“Let go of this! Villain!”
She quickly raised her mana, but just a moment ago, she had already exhausted too much energy to create and operate a large golden hand.
‘Eating money isn’t enough to make you stronger, but there is a limit to how fast you can eat.’
Bikir pushed the struggling Sinclair back to the floor.
“……uh?”
At the polite landing that was different from what was expected, Sinclair put on a dazed expression for a moment.
Bikir spoke short, deliberately scratching his voice harder.
“There’s nothing good about being involved. If you’re taken hostage for no reason, it’ll be troublesome, so stay away.”
“…… Hostage? Trouble?”
Sinclair looked confused.
Then she quickly calmed her breathing.
It is indeed a genius-like attitude that his eyes become fierce in an instant.
“The other side took me hostage, so why are you in trouble, the ‘Night Hound’? You know me?”
“…”
“It’s not like you’re on the side of justice right now. Then why did you save me? A bait to distract? Who made Mr. Bartolomeo like that? Are you? What’s your relationship with President Dolores? ”
Sinclair’s non-stop questions were calm and sharp, but the tip was slightly trembling.
It was like a knife held by an unprepared child.
And the seasoned Bikir knew how to deal with such a fragile blade.
“The devil is an absolute evil. Aren’t you a child so stupid that you don’t know that?”
“Treatment of a child… I don’t think there’s a big difference in age…”
“It’s not necessarily good because it’s an existence that opposes absolute evil, but I believe you will at least know which side to stand on at the moment of decisive battle.”
“…”
“What to see and what to believe is entirely a personal matter.”
It is ‘not entangled’ in the first place.
No persuasion needed, no influence needed. All they have to do is go their separate ways.
After speaking, Bikir turned his head.
And in front of him, Bartolomeo, whose eyes were undone, was charging at him holding the demonic sword Balmung.
B-Billion!
Vikir slashed Bartolomeo’s right hand with his sword.
And even the body of Belial beyond that left a deep scar.
[Ouch! But it’s no use!]
Belial was in pain, but within a moment, she absorbed the gold and silver treasures around her and regenerated her wounds.
Overflowing wealth, seething greed!
As long as there is money and people want it, value is eternal.
Belial eats money, values, and greed and enjoys life and power that are virtually infinite!
But Bikir did not give up.
“Goes.”
“I’ll support you!”
Bikir lays down the sword to level it, and Dolores lowers her protection from behind.
yet.
…Sparkle!
Eight teeth engulfed in white flames with dazzling light bite the whole world.
Baskerville Type 8. complete realm.
It brutally hacked all over Belial’s body.
[Ghahahahaha! It’s no use! As long as the money in the safe doesn’t dry up, I can recover as much as I can!]
Belial smiled brightly despite the pain and wounds piercing through her body.
yet.
Chara la la la rock!
The gold coins flock again with a loud noise.
Belial sucked in a huge amount of money.
[How is it! The infinite and eternal authority of this body…!]
But.
[…Huh?]
Belial couldn’t stop laughing.
Apparently, even though he had absorbed a huge amount of wealth like before, his physical strength had not fully recovered.
[Yes? What is it? What’s going on?]
Belial looked down at the bundles of gold coins, banknotes, jewels, etc. that were being sucked into her body.
They were obviously accumulating in the body, but strangely, the speed of recovery of physical strength was gradually slowing down.
The volume and weight of an object are the same.
However, the resulting recovery was noticeably less and less, but in the end it turned out to be almost ineffective.
[???]
Belial was bewildered at the scars still deeply dug all over her body.
and ahead of it.
“It’s finally time.”
Bikir took a step.
“I wonder why your recovery has been so slow?”
Bikir asked Belial, who looked bewildered.
Eventually, Bikir took a piece of paper from his bosom and blew it towards Belial.
[…!?]
Belial’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear.
[Breaking news] Mysterious currencies scattered in the center of the imperial city Counterfeit bills? Or a premonition of hyperinflation?
-Last evening, a large amount of mysterious money was scattered in the sky over the ecliptic…
Unidentified gold coins and banknotes contained in a huge balloon burst and poured like a shower across the empire at any time and place. …..
Citizens are anxious because they do not know whether these money are counterfeit money or whether there is really a lot of money in the market, and economists are concerned about a short-term loss of confidence in fiat currency
… It was an article in the morning newspaper scheduled to be published in
