My Subordinates Are Insanely Competent

00062 #3 – My subordinate’s privacy is shocking

#3 – My subordinate’s privacy is shocking (12)

The black mountain hoe boss takes the lead and fights the battle.

Zahak was very nervous at the shocking remark.

As soon as I saw it, I realized that it was not yet time to die.

‘The way is open!’

The infamy I had accumulated endlessly over the years helped me for the first time.

This is because the value of the name Wilhelm Meyer has made his presence known as a master.

The only way for me to survive now is now when Zahak, overwhelmed by it, feels fear.

“Third-class learn how to wield a sword, and second-class learn effective swordsmanship through martial arts. The first-class learn how to measure gaps and truths, and the first-class learn how to put in and out of swordsmanship.”

I put on the most cruel expression I could make.

We do not know how much emotion will be reflected in the facial expression of 1% of the synchronization rate.

Perhaps most emotions are not conveyed.

Still, at least a little, really, even a little bit of emotion is all that needs to be shown.

If the cruelty that despises the weak and the sensibility of the strong, which is exclusive to the strong, are reflected in Zahak’s eyes, he has no choice but to recognize it.

The illusion that I am more advanced than myself. The pressure that the job skill [Boss spirit] induced by this gives.

“Do you know what the best masters learn?”

If you step back, you die.

It must not be broken even for a moment.

You must first kill your heart before you wield your sword.

“Complete one’s own martial arts to learn the deadly sword. That too, as far as the swordsmanship allowed by his abilities.”

“Sword of Death! A highly developed killing technique that has reached such a level that it is said that everything that enters the sword is bound to die…!!”

“Ego. Answer me. How many special swords do you think I have?”

Zahak shot at him in a cold tone.

“It’s one. It takes great understanding and a lot of effort to build up your training level to the point where you can reach the peak of your personal state. No matter how good a person is, it is the limit to realize the misconceptions of a single swordsmanship.”

“That’s right. If only I had been a normal guy.”

“Not just one! No matter how great you are, that is impossible!”

If you’ve made it this far, it’s time to instill confidence.

Confidence that I am truly a top performer.

Even if not now, at one time, I had crossed that level.

‘Three swords Jo Gwang-geuk.’

He was the first Master level minion I raised and a master of swordsmanship, and he passed on the swordsmanship he had learned to me.

There is not one swordsmanship that Jo Gwang-geuk reached the climax.

He reached the extreme of the three swordsmanships and mastered the three deadly swords.

‘There was not only one subordinate who became the master of the sword.’

The number of climactic masters faced in the face of numerous challenges was by no means small.

In the fierce battle, the status of the subordinates increased day by day, and sometimes the subordinates learned the enemy’s deadly sword.

Based on the four deadly swords, the number of enemy’s deadly swords that subordinates looted, researched, and improved increases by a whopping twenty.

I have mastered all the misconceptions of all those deadly swords.

The power of the original cannot be expressed.

However, the essence contained in the 27 Special Swords did not disappear.

“Obviously, it is impossible for a normal human to learn 27 deadly swords no matter how much they reach their peak. If so, how about realizing it slowly?”

“What do you mean!”

“The fact that I am not a normal human being. The fact that it may already be something other than even a human being. Do I look human in your eyes?”

It’s a nonsensical pun.

If you think soberly, you can snort and answer yes.

The power to take that natural thing for granted.

Charisma.

Those who wish for miracles simply pray, but those who realize them show charisma.

Charisma is the source of the transformative power that makes the impossible possible and brings the unreal to reality.

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with my rhetoric.

As a correction of the charisma ability.

A [Boss Spirit] skill that maximizes the utility of this situation.

Narrative art shows my innate charisma.

A charisma stat of 10 increases the efficiency of charisma by 10 times.

Finally, this charisma…

[Intermediate Skill Bonus: When an enemy stronger than you by revealing the dignity of the boss is conversely mistaken for being stronger, the size of the enemy’s sense of intimidation increases sharply.]

I, who is the weakest among the weak who did not even develop swordsmanship skills, is inflated with a sense of intimidation dozens of times that I achieved by overpowering Zahak, who is strong enough to even share swordsmanship with Caesar.

Its scale is ten times the charisma of the first, and it moves with ten times the efficiency.

They take over one person’s cognition by disturbing them, and play with their will as if they were in their own hands.

“Yes. i am a swordsman It is an existence that transcends human swordsmanship.”

“Ugh, ooh!”

“The sword you built up in front of me will not reach anywhere.”

“Do not come! This monster!”

“You cannot pull out. The moment you pull out that sword, your 27 deadly swords will shatter everything you have built up in an instant.”

He enjoys it to the point of being cruel, and pushes it to the point of harshness.

The sophisticated nonsword was aimed at Zahak’s neck.

Now, victory or defeat is determined by just one action.

“Pull it out. And writhe in despair and die.”

“Aaah! Shit!!”

I know I have to draw my sword.

All of this is nothing more than a joke.

Even knowing that, Zahak’s hand did not move.

His heart, overwhelmed by his charisma, released toxins.

A toxin named fear.

Fear had already begun to take over his body.

‘It’s a win!’

If he draws his sword, Zahak shakes off the influence of charisma.

If he can’t draw his sword, Zahak will be swallowed up by his charisma.

“Pull it out, Zahak! If you stab me with that sword, you will become a member of the 6th class!”

“do! Do it! I will do it oh oh oh oh!!”

“Then why don’t you draw your sword! Are you aware of your ugliness, sweating all over your body, without even pulling your sword once with your hand on its scabbard?”

Zahak paused.

It was then that he realized that his body was wet with sweat.

The drive to fear was broken.

I woke up with my will of what I had pushed.

What are you crazy about?

not. A man’s will cannot be broken once he has been driven.

If he had left it alone, he would surely draw his sword.

In the end, Mu-min believes in only one sword.

The way to break it is not fear towards me.

have to change direction.

You must instill delusion.

What you should be truly afraid of is not my strength.

It imprints in the soul that it is one’s own weakness.

“Ego. Come on!”

Zahak, whose reason has returned, sees me forcing him to fight.

and realize

The fear I felt before and my desire for battle.

And naturally you realize it.

If you hit it, you die.

The fact that he can never win.

‘trap!’

The moment he accepts it, he will be unable to draw his sword.

There was even an excuse that this is a trap.

Because he has disappeared to himself, he clings to that excuse even more.

It is not easy to admit that you are weak.

So I focus all my attention on the fact that I dug a trap.

He believes delusions to be the truth by biasing his thoughts as he pleases.

“The boss of the Black Mountain Society. He was more terrifying than rumored. You’re kidding me while you can cut me down with a deep sword at any time. Why are you playing with me without cutting?!”

“My sword is a sword of despair that only cuts through those who are ready to die. Weaknesses without even the will to fight against them are not even worthy of veil.”

“Wow!!”

No matter which direction the illusion bounces back, it counters and returns it even greater.

He is showing the ultimate narrative skill that he can show because he cannot keep up with the direction of thought and the speed of development and has gone beyond prediction and foreknowledge.

The veil was clearly cast over Zahak’s face.

“Choose. Will you die as a warrior, or will you survive as a coward?”

“Wilhelm Meyer! Aaa!!”

Zahak’s hands are loaded with explosive power and momentum.

pull out

The soul as a warrior consumes the will and burns.

But not enough.

His will was already terrified by his own will.

Fear cannot be burned.

The soul, running out of fuel, ended up grabbing the sword.

little by little

Rumble Rumble

It only causes violent vibrations like a tree swaying in a gust of wind.

The sword never goes out.

In the end, he will realize his own weakness, wanting to believe that all of this is a trap.

Even if you draw or don’t draw, you can’t become a warrior already.

It’s just one coward who’s here.

The beliefs held by the uninhabited Zahak were already slain.

“Ah ah ah ah ah…”

Fear consumes his soullessness.

and realize

A huge sense of intimidation that weighs down on you inside and outside your body.

“Is everything over before I even drew the sword…!”

Charisma for me.

For him, it was the sword world.

I mistakenly think that the range of my influence is the range where I can spread the sword.

He is completely under my influence.

I think that if I put my mind to it, I will die anytime, anywhere.

He is finally convinced.

From the moment he met me, he was as good as dead.

Even the slightest resistance has disappeared, and fear engulfs all human emotions.

“Come on, Officer Zahak is down on his knees!”

“I couldn’t even swing a sword once!”

“Stand, please! This is the heart sword I have only heard of!!”

A sword that cuts through enemies at an invisible speed.

Without leaving or moving, it pierces through the enemy by shaping the sword with a momentary will.

Without strong willpower, reflexes, and extreme swordsmanship, it is impossible to even resist with the heart sword. Zahak’s men mistook me for the owner of the heart sword.

“Zachak fell. Who is next?”

Now, my charisma that destroyed Zahak is directed at them.

A huge sense of pressure as if gravity were doubled!

Those who were faced with this, their knees began to tremble sharply.

“What, what is this?”

“Hey! Master, great master!”

“I didn’t come here. We will all die!”

I declare with the tone that I have lost my excitement.

“Insects that can’t even establish their own will don’t even get excited when they cut them. The rest is yours, Caesar.”

Caesar and his instructors were moved by the charisma I displayed and rushed more valiantly.

Zahak and his men were broken from the heart, so they could not even wield their sword properly and were brutally murdered.

Others turned their backs and tried to run away, but even their feet did not move as they wished, so they showed erratic and ugly movements.

The instructors were afraid of me, and Caesar was satisfied.

It was only when I saw their attitude that I realized it.

really won

The falsehood that risked his life worked.

It succeeded in reversing the overwhelming power difference.