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MoonAh Gong in YouBang Up mouth you .
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"Four people."
"I saw five."
"2 people."
The Ghost Hand, who nodded to Myung Soo as Queen and Do Su-jeong spoke, raised their eyebrows at my words.
"Why did you only find two?"
"The only inspiration I found was Billy."
"Then why did you say two people?"
"Because I wrote the character too?"
"···okay. Take out the chips everyone left behind."
The two hesitated to notice each other more and handed the chip to the Ghost Hand. One Queen, three Do Sujeong.
"I lost…"
"Me too."
"It is natural to lose. Do you have a sense of why Hogu is suffering now?"
"Yes···."
"Still, quitting when I had chips left was the right choice. But Nam Man-hyuk. Have you lost all your chips?"
"Wait. Ah, here it is."
It took a while for Billy, who had exchanged most of his fortune for chips, to deposit money into my account at the money changer.
Billy comes with ten chips just as I ordered and gives it to me with a fat face. I showed it to Ghost Hand.
"...as promised, I will give you the highest score regardless of the exam. However, attendance should be consistent."
"Yep."
The battle with the billiard fairy took place in the common room of the gambling hall, so the three people who enjoyed the game in the depths did not seem to know what had happened.
"But who is this?"
"I don't care. This guy is a servant."
"Bell?"
"It happened."
Ghost Hand comes out and looks at Billy with strange eyes.
"An attendant cannot be admitted to the academy."
I hadn't thought of that anyway. He has to fly to America to pick up the Machine Factory.
"All right. Billy, do as you promised. Please give me your number before you go."
After saving Billy's phone number on the holophone, transferring the travel expenses, he got into a pre-ordered taxi and sent it to the airport.
Watching this series of rapid progress, the Ghost Hand shook his head in amazement.
"I brought you to try to become a hogu, but you are the first person who has caught hogu since my lecture."
You compliment me too much. shyly.
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death is liberation
When we dissect the word human, it means that I exist between people.
finally. I have to face the world with you guys who don't know who you are.
Interactions with others leave only pain in the past.
parental violence
wife's suspicion
child's resentment
boss's persecution
motive jealousy
junior's backstory
All the emotions and actions of the world around me always trouble us.
There is only one way to be free.
death.
It is the only blessed state in which one can truly exist.
Kreuk, bu-
ugh
The pressure of the rope hanging from the neck tightens the neck. Breath is choked, the eyes protrude, and the front turns black.
The moment when freedom is finally allowed.
drip
The rope broke and it was scattered on the floor. What kind of absurd look is this?
Even the man who made this rope is trying to control me.
"...a life to die anyway."
You can take one or so to the underworld.
The man walked out of the shabby abandoned house and looked for a hardware store with bloodshot eyes. He put a smile mask made by someone else on his face and calmly asked the hardware store owner.
"This rope is broken."
"I'll give you a new one…. town."
The hostess was very startled by the sharp rope marks on the man's neck and grabbed the phone.
"Fine. I don't mind. More than that, do you know who made this rope?"
The man had a gut feeling that his mistress had noticed his condition, but he didn't care. Because it doesn't matter now.
"that. Wait. It's on the delivery slip. I found it, I found it. This is a factory in Yangsan-dong. My name is Park Min-cheol."
Hearing that far, the man picked up a sickle and a shovel from the hardware store. The contemplative mistress tries to say something, but immediately shuts her mouth and accepts the man's money with trembling hands.
The man who opened the door of the hardware store said softly.
"You were patient. You can buy it that way."
"Breathe-"
The man who came out with the sound of suffocation behind started the old porter.
When we went to the address we heard, we could see a prosperous factory, and people were busily coming and going inside the wall.
"Park Min-cheol!"
Park Min-cheol?
"Yes."
"Come here."
Park Min-cheol, who roughly threw the luggage he was carrying and walked to the manager, had to hear the notice of dismissal from him.
"There was a defect in the things you made. How many times have I warned you before? I'm going to do what I've been working on until today. Get organized and go."
Park Min-cheol babbled in the air and went into the small building and came out with clothes.
The man who watched the scene followed Park Min-cheol behind him.
Park Min-cheol goes down to the basement of a shabby villa.
The door closed and I listened to hear the voice of a child inside.
"Abba! You came early!"
"Yeah, I came here secretly to see Aram."
Whoa. after.
no hesitation Those children will resent their parents in 10 years anyway, and that Park Min-cheol will not die like me.
Let's finish it all here. That's the way for them and me.
The man put a sickle and a seedling shovel in the box that had been abandoned in front of the villa, remembered the delivery man's line for a moment, and then rang the bell.
"Yes, this is Aram's house."
"The courier has arrived. Princess, please sign for me."
"Go now!"
"Aram, wait, what is the sign in this day and age? 'Cause it's over, let it go It seems like the person upstairs wrote the address wrong."
"Haha, I want to too. What if I don't get an autograph? It's as simple as checking it out. I would like to ask you a favor."
"Ttt, Aram, wait a minute."
"Yes!"
The sound of the door unlocking is heard. Don't be nervous. As soon as the door opens, he pulls out a scythe and stabs him in the neck.
Next time the surprised kid ends before he gets sad and I die too. Yeah, it's neat.
The door opened. When the man opened the box and was about to grab the sickle.
"This is my parcel."
"Yes?"
What? Who is this little guy?
"Let's go to my house. I will sign it for you."
"Yes? No, I see."
It was an ambiguous situation to refuse, so Park Min-cheol said, 'It's strange, the man who decided to deal with the one who suddenly appeared. It's the first time I've seen it.' As soon as he closed the door, he took out a scythe and struck the young man on the neck.
rattle
"Hey, Skeleton?"
Not only did the giant skeleton grab the sickle and block it, but it also grips the man's body with one hand, puts it in his mouth, and chews his legs and arms with his pointed fangs.
Aww!
The red blood staining the bones and the scream of a man echoed through the narrow villa, and Park Min-cheol, who had just closed the door, came out with a surprised face.
"Oh, it's fine. Because we're on a villain capture operation. You're in luck. Be more suspicious in the future."
dodo dodo.
Dad, what is it?
"Aram, don't come out!"
Park Min-cheol, who exchanged glances with the boy, quickly closed the door.
"If you want to die, you must die alone. Why did you take the innocent Min-cheol with you?"
"Ouch, aww!"
"Isn't it a bit unusual to kill Min-cheol like that in front of a child? This is a garbage bird."
The news said that Min-cheol's limb was cut off. After that, a child named Aram died.
"I, I. anything."
"Yeah, I didn't. but will you? If I had been a little late, it would have happened by now."
"no. I'm going to kill you right away and I'm going to die-"
"Don't be shy. The moment you kill someone, you wake up and become a murderer."
"No way! I am pure-"
twilight
-Roman, the area around the bunker has been cleared up.
"It is over here. I am coming."
Porter, whose cargo compartment was covered in tarpaulins, left the city and entered an underground tunnel in a hillside.
"grow."
The end of the tunnel, which seemed to have been blocked with cement, opened left and right, revealing a wide cavity and numbered rooms, and the boy pushed the man into the first room.
"There are two ways you can get out of here. or awakening with a bare mind. Live as my slave for the rest of your life."
"...I will live my free will. I swore I would never yield to the will of another."
"OK."
tongue
As the thick stone door closed, the cavity became silent.
"Ritchett, give me some delicious food for those who will be imprisoned in Bunkerville in the future, including that one. Never let yourself harm yourself."
- Are there statistics that just starving is effective?
"That's what the guards say it's easy to control. In my experience, you have to be happy with something to endure the pain. In any case, it's not yet committed."
-If the owner of the cotton field is like that.
Cotton fields drip on him. In any case, this has prevented one big event from happening in a few years.
"Let's see, what time is it?"
- Should I leave in 5 minutes to be on time?
write it I blew up the weekend to collect a rare trait.
The gloomy guy who just threw him into Room 1 becomes a villain called the Deep Dark Mind.
The trait is mind control.
This guy specializes in stimulating people's negative emotions, so he disguised himself as a group suicide after dropping all 30 members of a mountaineering club from a cliff.
Mental interference of this magnitude was almost unheard of in history except for Cleopatra and Yuvi, and desperately recalled the news of that time.
I remembered the name, place and date of the first victim. He was hiding near his villa.
-Roman. notice has been posted Are you going to do the month-end evaluation on Monday?
"It's been a month already."
Three weeks have passed since the day Billy was hired as a subordinate.
The mountain, which has become my private land, has decided to be converted into a fortress, and various materials are being brought in from outside.
However, it will take some time to complete as the scale that the vice principal can tolerate is smaller than expected.
Oh, and the fuse test results came out. As Culing Hill said, it was a control system.
water control. Literally the ability to handle water. The trait itself is common and not great, but when combined with existing abilities, a monster-like performance came out.
We will have an opportunity to talk about this later.
And after being attacked by me, Byrne seemed to be feeling embarrassed without knowing it, but after meeting Somin, who had recently visited her, she acts as if she has become a new person.
Somin noona was sorry to me saying that Taeyang had no choice but to come because Taeyang wanted to practice on my beach.
"stop. Please present your ID. Uh, are you Manhyuk?"
As I parked my car in front of the Academy Statue Gate, the hero who stood guard recognizes me.
"Yes, uncle. Eat this."
Let's turn over two sets of walnut and peanut bread, a specialty of Yangsan, in a paper bag.
"Heh, kid. Because I can't give you this. I'll eat well. Did you go to Yangsan this weekend?"
"Yes. The mountain is good, so I looked into it."
When I first drilled here, they said that I would make money by making an amusement park on the beach, but they think I'm wandering around looking for land.
"Go in. Didn't we see you today?"
"Absolutely."
- I will park the car.
'Please.'
At the beginning of my mountain, an unfamiliar girl was standing in front of the temporary container house.
"queen?"
"···Nam Man-hyuk."
"What are you doing here. Ten minutes left."
It's just me, riding the white tiger from here, but... Ah. He's flying. Shall I ask you to burn it?
"that."
"Speak quickly. I don't have time."
After entering the container and changing clothes roughly, Queen turns around in surprise. And stutter and say
"Help me."
I put on my top and stick my head out the window.
"What?"
"How to fight well."
It's also not my expertise.
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< Episode 22 > Evaluation (1)
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Pi ah in the public breast work Up
H t t p s: //t.m e/N ove l Po rt a l
One day before Nam Man-hyuk captured the Deep Dark Mind.
"Grace, are you okay?"
Grace Melon lowered her head at Margaret's concern.
"Yes."
She had a major problem a week ago.
"What do you say, Mr. Yang?"
"There are few examples of successful rehabilitation. But he said it was 10 years later that he was able to use the trait again."
Melons are now experiencing a condition called trait forgetting.
This is a rare phenomenon experienced by people with multiple characteristics with a very low probability, and in fact, it has been determined that it cannot be cured by modern medicine.
The Academy has decided to watch Queen this semester.
"Go see the professor."
"who?"
"Professor Mountain."
"Ah."
Margaret pinched her cheek slightly as she looked at Melon's dissatisfied appearance with a square mouth.
"Melon, you are cute, but don't be like a child. You know best that he's special."
Recently, strange rumors about Nam Man-hyuk are circulating among first-year students.
Things like escaping the academy every weekend, smuggling priestly goods, or being a hidden child of a sympathizer.
Except for the last one, none of the students genuinely believed these rumors, which were surprisingly true, but those who had direct contact with Nam Man-hyuk, including Margaret and Melon, subtly nodded their heads saying that it might be the case.
"Would you like to go with me?"
"No, I will go alone."
Margaret was proud to see Grace made her decision.
'Because you can be saved just by talking about your worries.'
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"Are the traits not written?"
"Yeah… and if you drop to 10th in this evaluation match, you will be expelled from school next semester."
Grace spoke in front of this man of the sympathetic notice that she had kept secret even from her parents.
"Huh, uh. Sorry for staying up all night. therefore?"
Grace Mellon clenched her fists as Nam Man-hyuk yawned the biggest worry of her life.
"done!"
don't tell me It's clear that this person doesn't care about my worries.
Try going down the mountain with the thought that you've wasted your time.
"Wait a minute. That's why you're asking me to make it 9th or higher."
"···okay."
In fact, Melon thought that this man who used only the terrain to nullify his characteristics before being encouraged by Margaret would give him some helpful advice.
gulp.
Can I tell you at least one of the trump cards? Melon drew attention to Nam Man-hyuk's mouth as he simmered.
"It's ruined."
"···Why?"
"I was late for class because of you."
under.
He whistled the white tiger from among the trees, and he placed a thousand won on the skull of the skeleton riding on it. Then, Nam Man-hyuk rushes down the mountain.
"Hey--! Nam Man-hyuk!"
Let Grace Melon scream with the stress and resentment behind his head.
"Come here for lunch. I will tell you then."
Melon clenched her molars and internally cursed Nam Man-hyuk.
You bastard! I have to take it too!
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He narrowly succeeded in entering the classroom before Professor Deckard came in.
The morning lecture was conducted softly to a level that did not affect the evaluation at the end of the month.
Creung
"Oh, Japanese food. Good job."
moon moon
After Burnfuse's invasion, the existence of eclipse and white tiger was revealed to the academy. I thought there was going to be a big wave, so I was thinking about hiding the white tiger deep in another mountain, but surprisingly, everyone was quiet.
I found out later that it is a place where all kinds of trait holders gather, so the atmosphere is like that of a tiger.
Haha, right now, even if it's just me, even if a boa constrictor wraps around people like that, it's a characteristic of him.
So, Japanese and Baekho, also known as Hosik, are using the combination like a private car. It's a bit annoying to have to pay 1,000 won for each ride, but it's not bad considering it's time saving and comfort.
"Let's go home."
As the eclipse grabs the white tiger's hair, the tail of the eyebrows pulled up and the white tiger nodded and changed direction.
When I arrived at the empty lot with containers running like the wind, the Queen, who could not come faster than me, came first unless there was a float.
"you. Didn't you go to class?"
"It's okay, tell me how to do it."
Ooh, that answer.
Quinn didn't even talk about his Academy days, even with a knife in his throat.
Therefore, we have not heard of how the current characteristic forgetting phenomenon was overcome.
One thing is certain, he overcame it and became the best superhero in the world.
It is said that it is human to waste one's life and mental energy with useless worries, but this was a really meaningless worry, so I had no choice but to react insignificantly.
So there was a yawn.
Well, it's a bit sad to see the queen so helpless. Can you tell me about the basics of how to survive a villain?
"Teach me."
"Previously. Let's start with repetition. Recite what you learned from Professor Ghost Hand."
"Um…, in any case, prioritizing information gathering, how to see the whole field, how to spot hand techniques, when to fall?"
"It's all out. That's it."
Information Gathering.
"You have to know who your opponent is. If it's Swift, it's basic to think about words that can stimulate emotions by raking up the troubles he's been experiencing recently with his family and his growing environment."
Quinn's eyes narrowed, but she did not object. You must know that this is working because you were beaten by me during the entrance exam.
sight and hand skills.
"There is always a omen in the opponent's attack. Now, when you make a fist like this, don't your lower body, back, and shoulders move? The same goes for characteristics. The easiest thing to do is to keep an eye on your opponent. You have to see the goal once."
In close-quarters combat, a person with good body acuity has an advantage. Not only does it see the attack, but it also knows the intention of the opponent in advance.
Queen raises her hand.
"Questions. What if the opponent attacks from a distance?"
"You who have thoroughly collected information will know why he keeps his distance. If you know what to do, you can't avoid it, right? If it is an unavoidable attack. Then we have to prepare a way to respond in advance."
escape timing
"The best way to fight is one-sided violence. The lane is hit and run. Incompetents like us shouldn't fight if they can't do these two things. By the way, who was your opponent?"
"swift."
it's cooked
If you look at his instantaneous speed, he is faster than anyone in the school, and a young one already uses a natural body. In fact, a trait that is invincible to the taste conscious.
Even if Queen's characteristics are intact, it is questionable whether it will be a fight.
If I was a future queen, I would laugh with excitement and blow it up to the other side of the world with one punch, but the one today.
"...isn't it too?"
You're talking like that.
"Hey, wait. Let's do it one by one."
'Ritchet, gather some information about Swift.'
-Yes, Palmer.
Soon, a window appeared on the retina linked to the chip, and information related to Swift was clearly listed.
[Awakening at age 0, parents who gave their 7-day-old child the name of a hero named Swift.]
[Swift, Revenge Attribute Awakening! Baby Occupied by God!]
[Fantastic synergy of wind and telekinesis!]
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[Godchild Swift, why did you go to Seohia after rejecting the government's invitation to go to a domestic academy? 'To become stronger.']
[The true nature of Swift revealed in the entrance exam! Is he the strongest?]
Swift is quite active in the future, but not a superhero.
I don't know why. By the time Quinn and I reached their peak, his name was no longer mentioned.
"Hey, do you know what Swift is?"
"Windfire, telekinesis."
"okay. He's been awakened since he was born, so our proficiency level is different."
"Yes···."
"That is a weakness."
"Yes?"
"It's that you're too engrossed in character. From what I saw in the tournament, you allowed Margaret an accidental blow."
"That's true, but I immediately responded with windbreaks to alleviate the shock. There would have been very little damage."
"It doesn't matter what Swift's response is. The point is that you, who are virtually incompetent, give him one shot."
"······!"
"The academy's evaluation game is to see how much a student has grown. As long as it serves that purpose, there is nothing that cannot be defended in the rankings."
student growth.
Seohia is an academy where the curriculum is designed for that one thing.
Although it is not made public, the status at the time of admission must be recorded somewhere.
And this number is updated during the test or evaluation, and the ranking goes up and down by the difference.
If Swift is level 10, it's more than when she grew up to 12. A queen who has grown from 5 to 10 has a higher score.
In other words.
"You don't have to win, do you?"
"Yes."
She looked at Queen whose expression brightened for a moment and then continued.
"It's still too early to like it. You have to practice his pattern and the swearing that pisses him off."
"The pattern is good, but a little cursing."
"Are you in a position to cover the cold and hot water? Even if you don't use it in practice, memorize it first. Come on, follow me. 'Hey, these parents are angelic children.'"
Queen tilts her head to wrinkle her forehead.
"Isn't that an insult?"
"But don't you feel bad?"
"little?"
"Then you are insulted."
Of course, I know a lot of bad things, but I didn't want to tell Quinn about it. ···Actually, if you look at it from a different point of view, it is also a pad lip.
"Boo, your parents are like angels!"
"That is a compliment. into intonation-"
I practiced the guard for an hour, but nothing changed from the first line. Maybe it's because he's good in nature, or maybe it's because he's been well educated at home. The voice itself is good.
"The next question is how to feed a room. There are two ways. One is the beauty world."
Quinn screams and covers her eyes as I take off my top.
"The younger your partner, the more likely your heart will be shaken when you see the naked body of the opposite sex like now-"
"I will not!"
It's the surest way, right? I can't help it.
"Then beat me before Swift gets ready. If possible, before the starting whistle is even better."
"It's a foul."
"You can say that because you were nervous."
"...you really are."
"Are you confident that you won't be pushed to the top 10 by fighting fairly? Do you see Class A as water?"
Queen curled her lips and shook her head.
"Until you blow your whistle, you don't have to let your fist touch the opponent's body. Running is no problem. The important thing is timing."
The queen was placed facing a tree at a certain distance, as in a tournament, and then whistled with her mouth.
"late. faster. Yes, this time it was good. again. nope You're late."
"Man, hook."
"Okay, stop."
I looked at my watch and it was afternoon class.
"Just do what you learn. Take one bite and jump. If it were me, I would surrender immediately, but you won't do it to the end. Don't fit in as much as possible."
"···thanks."
"How much. I'm going. Oh, if you really want to say no, memorize this spell."
"order?"
"Float, Endurance, Acceleration. Universe Dive."
"Universe Dive?"
The first three are my traits that Quinn mumbled when dealing with me, and Universe Dive took the bow of a guy I couldn't handle.
So we parted, and the evaluation match was held until late.
It's me, Jae-woo Kwak and the people who come in like me, I'm resting after I've killed the spirits of those who hit me.
tang, tang tang.
When I hurried out to the sound of metal hitting the container door, two silhouettes that looked like people were floating in the air.
It's dark so I can't see well.
"Come down and knock. Where do you throw stones? Be cheeky."
Two people flinched at the shout of my frustration.
"I told you to go down."
"It was you who said that he wanted to show his wealth. Grace Melon."
melon?
Wasn't the fuse joking around? huh? That the Queen is flying now.
"Are you okay?"
"···Yes!"
good oh why are you crying
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< Episode 23 > Evaluation (2)
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A in a public room Cows.
https://t.me/NovelPortal
"Your opponent before evaluation is Swift."
"Yeah?"
When Frost, the class A's homeroom professor, announced the announcement, everyone's eyes turned to Swift.
"We will do our best."
A small voice told him not to do it from behind, but Swift ignored it.
Class A power. He had the potential to never fall behind himself.
Swift herself knew better than anyone that she would be pushed away the moment she was even a little careless.
'Win.'
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a few days later. The training room in the basement of the lecture building.
"Name it."
The matchmaking method is simple. When Swift calls his name, he goes up to the arena to fight him, and points are awarded based on the process and results.
"Margaret."
It was Swift's habit to solve difficult tasks first, so he put the best effort in Class A without hesitation.
"Isn't that meaningless?"
As of the current Margaret, there is no way to damage the natural body, and Swift has no way to overwhelm Margaret's body.
"It did. Until a month ago."
Shortly after speaking, Swift takes a marble out of her pocket and scatters it in the air.
"In practice, I plan to use a blade."
Professor Frost was very pleased with Swift's idea.
Recently, whenever the heroes who talk nonsense that even villains have human rights, come to ask for advice on arraignment, I feel frustrated when I see a support item aimed at primitive destruction like this.
Margaret seemed perplexed as she hadn't expected Swift to prepare the tools, but she quickly regained her composure and took a stance.
"If you hit it before it touches your body, that's it."
"If you can."
Hundreds of marbles pounded Margaret in all directions, and she wanted to endure it in the beginning, but she could not be defeated by Swift, who thoroughly ran away and only controlled the marbles with the wind.
The giantization increased the hit area, and I couldn't even use the stack punch, which had one shot, because it didn't give me a break.
"···lost."
When Margaret, who was pushed out of the arena, admitted defeat in an angry voice, Swift called out the next person just as she had appeared on the pitch for the first time.
"Caroline Chilling."
"Shit."
"Hurry up and come."
"Noisy!"
Caroline's attempt to choke Swift by embodying a wave was thwarted when he took off.
"Dear my brother!"
"Dawson! Don't say things like that!"
Dawson rose after Caroline's defeat, but lost in a similar fashion.
In this way, Swift, who quickly subdued 6 class A students with a simple but effective combination of wind and iron beads, called out the name of the man who gave him defeat during the tournament.
"Antonio Goldwood."
"O blue beast that runs through the skies, punish those who mock you here. Thunder-Guillotine. Sneaky Spark."
her.
Professor Frost was impressed for the first time since Swift's support item appeared.
Double Young Chang.
Even if you're a member of the Goldwood family, isn't this too fast?
Frost was not registered as a formal wizard, but as a hero dealing with cold, he had his own knowledge of freezing magic.
'You're a genius.'
He watched how Swift countered the attack, thinking he had to somehow get Goldwood to be his assistant before graduation.
The safety of students is more important than exams.
'If you drive, you will build an ice wall.'
A flash of lightning moving and flying, followed by a yellow marble.
A wizard's attack that can be said to be the opposite of nature. If you are distracted by the splendor in front of you, you will be struck by a secretly approaching spark.
Swift negates this with a very simple number.
"Huh."
The iron beads were put together to become a shield. And just before taking one of them out and putting it on Goldwood's shoulder, Professor Frost declared the game over for the safety of the students.
"큭."
Goldwood glares down at Swift as if resentful.
This leaves only one student left.
"Grace Melon."
Melon, who came to the stadium with Margaret's support, asked Professor Frost for one thing.
"Professor, I want to move the stadium."
"Swift, are you okay?"
"I am pretty good."
Frost, who was well aware of Grace Melon's condition, did not ask why. It was in the hope that there would be no regrets left in this Dalian.
'I have no choice but to go blind.'
An unfortunate student who possesses a triple gift but suffers from oblivion. It would be a lie if I said no sympathy.
The roof of the lecture hall.
"I heard you don't use it often here..."
It's too clean for that. In addition, a square stadium made with white tape in the center and cover placed all over the place.
Frost smiled.
preparation.
Unlike the other students, this hapless girl drew her opponent into the field she had prepared.
From that point on, it's already a passing point.
Frost was curious about who the professor who taught him to make such a macroscopic judgment, but the game came first, so he blew the starting whistle.
No, I was going to call.
As soon as she gets on the roof, Grace Melon takes a crouching pose in the center of the stadium.
Professor Frost took the whistle to his mouth and ran forward with his pupils in his pupils.
Swift, who had been distracted for a while to figure out the structure of the roof including cover, could not react quickly to the sudden rush of Melon. However, it was only for a moment, and it quickly responded to the natural body.
He avoided the fist approaching in front of him.
beep-
At the same time as the whistle sounded in my ear.
Whoops!
I felt terrible pain in my leg and looked down to see Grace Mellon's low kick in her knee.
Fisting is fake. The attack that made use of the running speed was this low kick.
When Grace Melon's fist was about to pierce Swift's face that was collapsing sideways.
"Uh-huh!"
A big laugh erupted from Professor Frost, who is famous for his usual strictness.
The students who were watching together were surprised, but the two of them on the arena were not agitated at all.
Booung
Melon's fist couldn't reach Swift, whose whole body had passed into a natural body.
However, recognizing that his movements were markedly different from the previous game, she calmly raised the guard.
In my head, I remember the staff I learned in that man's forest.
Swift sprinkled beads and pounded Grace Melon over Margaret.
"professor!"
It's called trait oblivion, but it's not completely gone. In particular, in the case of durability, it was seen in Frost's eyes that it worked more strongly than before.
The beads are bouncing off.
'···perhaps.'
Frost, well aware of what happened to the one who overcame trait oblivion, quieted the children, shaking the goosebumps from his arms.
"Okay."
What you need to worry about is Swift.
The professor, ignoring the eyes of the children who were mixed with suspicion and doubt, called the hero who was on duty in the lecture building to be on the ground floor in case of an emergency.
"·················ogue."
Melon, who had entered the state of concentration, was already unaware that he was actively using his durability characteristics.
He just thought that Swift had lost his strength with the last blow and repeated the light words as if Nam Man-hyuk was passing by.
- Any hero. If you endure it, you will find a gap once in a while.
real. Swift is tired. The shock of a series of matches and low kicks.
And those eyes of Grace Melon. Blue eyes that can be seen through the guard.
That made Swift impatient. If you were given an attack like this, even if it had durability characteristics, it would be normal to get a bit of a shock.
However, she is glaring at herself without any shaking from where she stands.
From then on, Grace Melon began to appear as a huge wall blocking her front like the statue of the principal of a statue.
Of course, the melon didn't actually grow bigger, but Swift's brain, which was stressed by overusing the trait, was showing the illusion.
However, Swift was a man with an instinct to overcome the bigger the opponent, and the fantasy that his brain vomited as if he wanted to rest gave him strength.
phut-
A sonic boom spreads across the roof. Swift, who had dug into Grace Melon's arms in the blink of an eye, gathered all the marbles into a fist and made them like gloves, then aimed at her chin and hit her up.
Then he heard a voice in his ear.
Floating, Durable, Accelerated.
Floating, Durable, Accelerated.
He hesitated for a moment at the pitiful appearance of Grace Melon, who memorizes the traits she lost as if she had lost her mind, but pushed up the uppercut to the end with the rationalization that it would be better to let her dream come to an end sooner rather than later.
When a fist hits her chin and bends her neck to the sky.
"...the universe."
Swift witnessed a golden glow in her blue eyes.
'Ah-'
It was the first true beauty that Swift had ever felt in her life, and it felt like the world was falling apart as she was crushing it with her own hands.
Grace Melon levitating after allowing Swift to attack. The sad expressions of everyone who watched this are suddenly replaced with wonder.
"Yes?"
doesn't fall
In the air that went up after being hit. Grace melon fixed as if stuffed. The hall quickly became a commotion, and Professor Frost put a frost on him and forced the children's mouths shut.
'Is that true?'
In an autobiography left by a person who overcame forgetting a characteristic, there is a phrase that says, "It may be an illusion, but the characteristic has become stronger."
Turn around and think about it.
'Characteristic forgetting is a precursor to reawakening.'
degul.
Grace Melon's eyes turned downwards. At the end of that gaze was Swift.
With the goal in her eyes, she was shot into the sky without hesitation.
After accelerating, making the sonic boom that Swift just caused like a tail.
He climbed up to an altitude where the ground looked round, pulled the corners of his mouth like anyone else, and memorized a spell.
"Dive."
Frost sensed that Grace Melon, who had become a dot in the sky, was in a trance state, and contacted the heroes he had summoned.
"Come up now."
- Now? Eating kimbap...
"hurry!"
At present, the place where Grace Melon called for a dive is 120 km above the surface.
Beyond the boundaries of the earth, it was a place called space.
Accelerate a section where there is no air resistance. Overcome the curtain of the atmosphere spread by the earth with endurance. Leave this speed to the floating characteristics to bring it to the ground without loss.
Once in the cast, even the supervillain romanticist raised both hands and shouted surrender.
Queen's ultimate. A universe dive exploded on the roof of the lecture building.
"Mobilize all protections, barriers, and curtains! You too!"
Professor Frost, who was once famous at the forefront of the field, leads the young heroes to receive Grace Melon's ultimate skill.
First, the two layers of Antonio Goldwood's shield were broken, the ice and sea of the Chilling brothers and sisters evaporated, and the characteristics of the current heroes are also nullified.
All the Awoken who participated in the defense fell out, and as the last barrier, Professor Frost was constantly pushing the Antarctic glacier away, but the limit was clear.
"Priscilla!"
At that moment, a woman in a black suit and a red shirt disembarked from an airboard that flew in from the other side of the darkness.
"I'm sorry, I'm late for work. Come on, calm down. Slowly..., the durability is finally released."
Priscilla Rudra, the sympathetic principal who woke Grace Melon due to mental interference, handled the situation with a relaxed attitude from start to finish.
"···sorry."
When Grace Mellon came to her senses, she apologized, saying she remembered everything she had done, and the vice-principal forgave on the spot.
"I will watch. queen."
"Thank you, okay?"
"Ho-ho, I did what he called you queen. Did you feel bad?"
"It's not… but not."
"Aha, I guess you only wanted to be called by him?"
"Oh no!"
"Ho Ho. It's good to be young. Wait a minute, you guys worked hard. Heroes and students who participated in the event will receive a small reward. Disbanded~"
Most of them had collapsed, so a medical team came and took the children and the hero.
Priscilla took Melon's hand, who was blushing and was embarrassed, and led him to the principal's room.
A corner of the roof where people have left and only traces of character remain.
"I… die. I'm going to die like this..., Priscilla!"
Professor Frost was cooling off under the glacier he had embodied.
He was discovered at dawn. It was due to Nam Man-hyuk, who smuggled home-made chicken with a drone.
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〈 Episode 24 〉
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Oh, these guys aren't going fast. I waited 10 minutes and said I was going to order it.
By now, thinking about the chicken legs that the owner of a chicken restaurant, the master chef of a fried chicken restaurant with 33 years of life, would be frying, made his heart flutter.
"Why did you come?"
"that···."
"Grace Melon seems to be thinking a lot. Please tell me your business."
Swift stepped forward in front of the hesitant Queen.
"I heard you taught Grace Melon."
"Yes? It's like raising a child on his nose since he was a kid."
Besides, I even got the nickname "Queen" because of me, so wouldn't it be okay to be so condescending?
"When will I snore!"
"I cried, I didn't cry."
"…I cried."
"Then you poked your nose."
queen. sinking.
"me too."
These words were spit out by Swift, who was listening to my conversation with Quinn.
"I ask you to teach me that too. Professor."
Swift's eyes are strange.
Well···? Oh, this guy. You know me as a disguise from the Academy.
Swift has nothing to do with me. Natural bodies and telekinetic powers are already well handled at the level of incumbent veterans.
There is only one thing I regret. practice.
Even if it's Dalian or training at the White Day Academy. The bloody smell of the scene cannot be imitated. A hero who loses his life due to a gap in the moment mental outage
I've seen it countless times.
'I heard that it was pretty good when I was dispatched when I was in 3rd grade.'
Even it is obvious that it will move under the protection of an adult.
"fuse!"
It's premature for the other guys, but this one will be fine.
When I open the door and turn my head to the container on the other side to call him, a lump of water flies next to me and stops.
It quickly boiled and evaporated, and a fuse appeared in its place.
about 2 m. If you don't take it, you'll get hurt.
This guy always comes like this when I call him. It's good to accept.
"yap!"
I put my arm around my neck and lightly applied honey chestnut to the smiling guy's forehead.
"You told me not to do this. What if I can't see it?"
"Hey, okay. But why did you call me?"
"That blunt-looking guy. You have to deal with it."
"Like Bun?"
"Huh."
After completing skill training with Fuse, Burn enters a super corpse state.
It is often much more difficult to hit the actually flying mass of water than it is to practice the re-ignition diffusion in the water I embodied, and the unpredictable fuse's attack sometimes contains murderous intent, so I train with a sense of dread.
In particular, if the body sweats, there is no way to do it.
"This kid."
with a bang.
Just like children of this age. Fuse hates the word kid.
"Aren't you a kid?"
"The name?"
"fuse!"
"fuse. nice to meet. i am swift Do you want to get on a plane?"
"Yes! Oh, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
unexpected aspect.
Swift took good care of the kids!
The fuse, which flew in the air for a long time in the wind, hangs on my sofa like a puppy satisfied with a six-hour walk.
"From now on, come every day at lunchtime and play with Fuse."
"Ummm, I got it."
Swift seemed reluctant, but went back, adding, 'It makes sense.'
Queen standing still.
"Why are you?"
"···that."
"Speak."
"Thank you!"
"No, why are you screaming? Okay, so you go."
When I looked at the GPS, the drone bringing chicken had crossed the fence.
It's Queen and Nabal and I have to eat chicken, so get out of here!
"Profit-, huh. Nam Man-hyuk."
"Say it."
"I forgive you."
"Yes?"
"It's on my back!"
"Oh really? thanks?"
"···you. you!"
Quinn hits the ground with her feet. The breasts haven't fallen out yet, and the plump cheeks are a bit wobbly. Then he shoots me hard once and then flies away.
why are you here
"Five."
doo doo doo
come and come
In the middle, there was a homeless person on the roof, so I received the chicken that arrived without any special events except to report it.
Ooh, this smokey barbecue flavor.
The fuse stuck to me as I was afraid to remove the rubber band that had been curled up in the box.
"It will be delicious. Can I call you?"
Knowing this, I bought three.
"okay. One meal, two meals. you too come Baekho! You give me a neck with little flesh that I particularly cherish."
threw three necks.
Creung....
The white tiger, who appeared prowlingly at my call, showed a dislike for a neck that had almost no flesh, but his body was honestly drooling.
"let's eat."
Wow-
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"You haven't signed a contract? I think I gave it as an assignment... Or are you going to claim your master is dementia?"
Professor Magad's gentle admonition, an image of a simple scholar, was bittersweet.
"It is not."
"I can hear excuses, but be wise. The sooner you ask for forgiveness, the better."
Wizards never share the magic knowledge they, their ancestors, and their ancestors have achieved with other schools.
Professor Magic, who teaches magic lectures from 36 schools at the Academy, even though such groups are waking up.
The fact that he is still alive means that his power, power, and social network are beyond imagination.
"sorry!"
That was reason enough for me to bang my head.
"Next time, don't do that."
"Yep."
"But I'm curious about your excuses, so let me know."
"It's no different, I endured because I wanted to show Master how I signed a contract."
"Hey, what a wonderful thing. Try it right now. Don't worry about Goldwood. I made an afterdeath oath not to tell anyone what happened here."
Afterdeth Pledge. until the death. And the highest level oath of wizards that is restricted even after death.
If that's the case, it's believable.
Looking at Zec Goldwood, he was not interested in this at all because he was practicing the chants acceleration ordered by Professor Magus at the beginning of the lecture.
"Did you change your cloak?"
"Yes, Fuse made it for me."
Burn, Fuse, and a cloak with a sloppy depiction of my face draped over my shoulders.
When I tapped on the stomach of Kathu, who was acting as my bag, a stone rod came out of the entrance. I skillfully grabbed it and memorized the spell.
"Shalala, Cyril Lily."
Due to the accumulation of proficiency, the order was shortened considerably.
Being aware of the Black Witch's undead creation, he swung his stone wand. The air splits vertically and three rotating black boxes appear.
"It's mysterious. It's definitely not the magic of this world. Oh, let me ignore it and proceed with the contract."
The top of the box is opened, and the bones that have been disassembled in the box are assembled.
'Ah.'
The things that came out of the box were all children whose skulls accounted for more than 1/3 of their height, so they couldn't hide their disappointment.
So I turned on Unforce without high expectations.
[Name: Saxony]
[species: dwarf]
[Strength: 58]
[G:27]
[Ma:3]
[Sleep:126]
[Talents: Refining (B), Skinning (C)]
[Explanation: The blacksmith, the representative of the iron men]
[Name: None]
[Species: Imp]
[Strength: 6]
[G:21]
[Ma:37]
[Sleep:255]
[Attributes: Mutated Magic Missile (F), Blink (D)]
[Description: Surviving 999 days in the Magul of Honmong]
[Name: None]
[species: dwarf]
[Strength:99]
[G:9]
[Ma: 5]
[Sleep:119]
[Talents: Poison Acupuncture (C), Quick Foot (C), Poison Crafting (B), Hive Consciousness (A)]
[Description: Worshiping tetrapods and considering snakes as ancestors]
have.
The smallest of the three has a whopping 255 potential.
Imp.
"Can this master be meddling?"
Professor Magad, who had said he would only watch, was looking straight at the imp in the center with a recalled face.
"You must make a contract with that undead."
Does the professor see the status too?
"Why?"
"Skulls can guess their species from the mana in them. There's a good chance it's a rare type of imp."
The blacksmith's representative is not used in modern times, and the poison sting postmark is also of low value for the same reason.
Well, actually, the moment I saw the potential, I made a decision in my heart.
"And Imps use their own magic. If it's special magic, you'll truly succeed me."
Goldwood, who raised his head at the words of his successor, glared at me. It was a familiar pattern, so I ignored it and concentrated on the conversation with the professor.
"What do you mean?"
"You will definitely need the Wizard Award if you continue to deal with skeletons, since the shield called the Academy has disappeared."
Wizard Award given to wizards who have dedicated themselves to the development and discovery of the magical world. A wizard holding this award is given the right to create a school.
And no matter how reluctant the wizard prize holder may study magic, as long as they do not deviate from ethics and morals, they cannot harm or impose physical restrictions.
The law is also a law, but 'there must be a deep meaning because it is the work of the person who received the award.'
"I'll try my best."
When he put his hand on the Imp's head and strongly reminded him of his will to contract, a purple eye glow appeared inside his skull. The other two boxes closed again and disappeared into the rift in the torn space.
"Your name is Samsik."
Dolgok
The sound of the jaw joint moving is quiet. Samsik looked around and found Professor Magad and hid between my legs.
A guy holding on to his trousers and flirting with him.
Then the magician, who had his arms crossed, moved his hand.
Violet eyes blazed fiercely, and six arrows of the same color spread out in the air like the legs of an overturned spider and rushed to the professor.
Professor Magad, who received him as a shield with ease, soon spoke with a voice of disappointment.
"It's nothing special."
right after that word. The magic arrow that was supposed to disappear by hitting the shield turned into a small circle and stuck to it. Soon, a cross was formed in the center of the circle.
My mana was sucked like crazy.
"Huh."
After that, 18 purple arrows created in an instant pound Professor Magad's shield.
The arrows did not create even a small crack, but as before, countless circles and crosses were engraved on his shield.
Surprised by the amount of mana that was about to be consumed again, he put an elbow on Samsik's head.
Then Samsik grabbed his head with a short arm that did not touch the top of his head and looked up at me, shaking his eyes.
"Hey boy, that's my teacher."
rock, rock.
The guy who understood what I meant was bewildered and didn't know what to do.
"This is my intention, so don't scold me."
Professor Magad said that he mimicked the mana of the monster that the Summoning School accidentally summoned the other day.
"Oh, was it?"
no wonder.
These days, thanks to the increased proficiency of the Black Witch, the intention of the skeletons is vaguely felt, but I just said, 'Master, I will protect you somehow.' It was kind of a feeling.
I never did, but why did I do it?
"A variant of the Magic Missile. It's unfortunate for you, but no one in history has ever won a Wizard Award for mixing basic magic with finesse."
Then what can't you do? From the beginning, there was no great desire for the award. There is time until graduation.
"But these magic missiles are terribly effective. Do you even know?"
"which···?"
"I made 18 magic missiles with the amount of mana the size of your pellets. Besides, considering that he's standing still, it doesn't mean he didn't use it to the limit. What if that imp uses my mana? Now, let me explain in detail."
After that, Professor Magad vomits with excitement.
The mechanism of the mutated magic missile used by the Imp is as follows.
Creates a target with the first six shots and recreates a Magic Missile equal to three times the target. At this time, the mana consumed is half of the original amount of mana consumed.
If this is repeated over and over, the mana consumption is relatively insignificant even though it generates a huge number of magic missiles.
"Don't expect too much. Obviously there will be limits."
The limit is probably the ability. 3 times..., the first digit of the stats of the triplex is 3 at the end.
`The number of magic missiles is not affected by magic power?`
stone track.
The guy nodding his head.
If all potentials were put in the master stat, 19. Even if they were dispersed elsewhere, 15 would be able to increase.
then.
The second attack already spawns 108 Magic Missiles. Then, if possible, 1,944 and 34,992.
···Huh.
is it a scam?
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sadly. Excited about Samsik's theory of infinite proliferation of magic missiles, I faced the harsh reality and was frustrated.
"You keep mentioning me. Your mana is too young. Uh huh, don't be in a hurry. No wizard can grow without constant meditation."
There are many secrets to increasing the total amount of mana, but only a few have been proven to be safe.
"How to increase the total? yes I will pass on the training method of my vision. Consistently repeat consumption and recovery."
The way Professor Magad is now talking about is the infamous practice of growing as much as I am tired.
Most wizards consume mana by using spells while focused like Goldwood.
However, I continue to consume mana from maintaining the Black Witch and Skeleton, and when I give orders, the mana drains again.
So, my maximum mana pumping project I came up with is like this.
Black Witch and Summon Skulls. After ordering Samsik to fire 6 magic missiles, he recovers mana through meditation.
Currently, this cycle is being repeated once per minute, and the goal is to increase it to 3 times within this month.
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moon?
"Is it morning?"
moon moon.
After lying on a flat in front of the container and meditating, I opened my eyes to the presence of a solar eclipse, washed it roughly, and headed to the F class classroom.
As a result of waking up at dawn, consuming mana like crazy for about 4 hours, and repeating recovery. If it used to be 100, now the maximum mana has increased to 103.
3% per day.
It's not bad.
"Hoshik, let's go."
Now you can ride while lying on Baekho's back. If you move vigorously, the eclipse will catch it, so you don't have to worry about it falling off.
A solar eclipse arrives in front of the building and spreads out three fingers.
"Three thousand won?"
The guy moves his chin vigorously and babbles.
Wake up and catch up are included in labor?
I didn't want to start an argument in the morning, so I pulled out three thousand won bills from my wallet and held them between the bones of my fingers.
"If I upload more here, I won't call you and give Baekho money. You know that 1,000 won can buy you a row of jerky, right?"
seems shocked. A solar eclipse in which the glare of the eyes increases. On the other hand, Baekho drools when he sees the bills moving back and forth in front of him.
Baekho, who belongs to the spiritual axis, knows that he can buy food at a convenience store with that. It seems like I went there a few times with Japanese food when I wasn't there.
An eclipse nodded his head hard.
"Let's do it."
month... each.
Leaving Hoshik behind and entering the classroom, Professor Deckard came early for some reason.
"I have an important announcement. The students who were promoted to class A, as promised by the vice principal, came from class F."
Yes-?
"Strictly speaking, like an exchange student, you only stay for a certain period of time."
Deckard said The vice-principal said that he could not find a student who showed outstanding performance enough to belong to Class A in the end-of-month evaluation.
However, since the promise was a promise, the other class counted the number of staying for only one month.
"Is it a rotation?"
"Yeah, that's how it's been this year. It's our first class."
B, C, D, E, F.
Except for vacations and events, there is an opportunity to belong to Class A once.
Do Su-jeong, Kwak Jae-woo, and So Gu-gyeong look back at me in the back seat.
By the way, I am the winner of the F class evaluation match. Hoshik was all taken care of at the line.
"Nam Man-hyuk is not a student. I can't go to another class because of the principal's word."
That's good. I was wondering what excuse to use.
Like I said. Class A grows well on its own. Besides, the children I want to raise are already attending the mountain gym, so there is no reason to go any further.
Deckard enjoyed watching the children lean for a while, then opened his mouth to see a girl.
"Cantante."
"four?"
"Congratulations. Come learn a lot."
"really? Three, my God! thank you!"
With Deckard's help, Cantante clears his seat and goes straight to Class A.
chit.
He's the guy I've been watching. I was planning to recommend it when my face got used to it.
Cantante's characteristic is a buff song. The ability to impart beneficial effects to many with a song.
The value of the grant system varies greatly depending on the proficiency and effectiveness.
Cantante is bleeding.
During the evaluation, I saw that hundreds of mosquitoes were put in an insect collecting bin, sprayed on the opponent, and buffed with a song.
Once bitten, the blood continues to come out of it. Mosquitoes continued to suck on their instincts even when their stomachs burst.
It should have been a very terrifying sight, but unfortunately the opponent was Bleeding Blood.
For a natural blood hunter, Cantante's aim didn't work at all.
As if he was aware of it, he quickly surrendered and left the stadium.
And in my eyes, the grassy back of that time and the smiling and running back now overlapped.
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Around the time Nam Man-hyuk fills his morning lecture with meditation and returns to the container. In Class A, there was a welcome ceremony for Cantante.
"Wow. it's real The blood doesn't stop!"
"Don't overdo it. Blood bastard."
It was normal for the Chillings and siblings to quarrel in Class A, so the only thing that was terrified was Cantante.
"It's Swift. nice to meet."
"Yes! I am Cantante."
"Well."
Swift nodded and left the classroom. A thick finger rested on Kantante's shoulder, bewildered by the thought that he had done something wrong.
"He was originally like that. You said you came from Class F, didn't you? That professor, okay?"
"That professor? ...Ah, Man-hyuk?"
Grace Melon, who was sitting in the front seat, twitched at the sound of his name.
Margaret caught this and grinned.
"How's that guy? Do you not like it?"
"no."
"Huh···. sorry."
Margaret apologizes for Kantante's appearance, whose very girly words and deeds have suddenly turned hard like a stone Buddha.
"But why?"
"I'm just curious. He's called Professor Mountain here. There are children who are tied up."
As Margaret looked at the door Swift had left and Melon glanced at this side, Cantante closed her mouth.
"is that so? Man-hyuk is a bit like a tyrant. I am afraid to talk."
"Ahaha, I know how it feels. Anyway, I wish you all the best."
"Me too."
Antonio Goldwood passes by the two of them and says a word.
"What do you ask for in a month or two?"
"Flush. Because he was originally like this."
"huh."
"Leave the witches alone and come over here. Let me introduce you guys. This is Dawson Chilling-"
When the communion was over, Margaret took Cantante to an elective class she was taking.
The name of the river, breaking through the terrain for rescue.
A simple situation where you need to rescue a claimant trapped on the roof of a building.
Cantante thought that there was no way out of his own characteristics, so he stayed still. The professor threw a word.
"If your loved one dies right in front of you, will it still be like that?"
Saying that, he pointed to the side, and there he saw Caroline Chilling skating up the vertical ice.
It was a long way from reaching the summit, but she did not give up despite falling several times and ran on the ice.
"But I..."
Such a physical movement is impossible with a song that imparts bleeding.
"Stop, I see."
The professor who broke Cantante's excuses did not pay attention to her throughout the lecture.
'Only this lecture, only this professor. it's okay.'
He hypnotized himself and entered the next lecture, but only the content was different. The result was the same.
next day.
"You can go with me today!"
She followed Caroline Chilling to her lectures and it was better than yesterday, but now she knows for herself that the underlying problem has not been resolved.
2 weeks.
Cantante experienced all the elective lectures that the children of Class A took.
And the conclusion reached.
'Hero..., should I quit?'
In Cantante's eyes, the class A children were shining brightly.
Endless challenge to the impossible. A firm will to face the crisis without hesitation. Excellent responsiveness.
Above all, life-saving and interpersonal characteristics innate.
On the other hand, how are you?
I can't, I can't help it, but this.
I was busy making excuses and running away.
unlit room. Tears streamed down Cantante's eyes.
*
"Welcome back Cantante."
how was it? what did you learn Was it fun?
Cantante, who returned to Class F after finishing A class, was not in a good condition.
"Uh, uh. Yes. It was fun. thanks."
Dark circles down to the cheeks and slender cheeks. and flaky skin.
I had a gut feeling that the time had finally come.
'I was harassed by the professors.'
There are professors who only teach Class A. When I looked at the lectures I took this time, it was all like that.
That is a natural result.
They were professors who only dealt with the super elite. Will the snow be too high? It must have been that the characteristics of Cantante, such as sprouts, were almost nonexistent.
Bleeding is an ambiguous enchantment ability, so I wouldn't have even thought of developing it.
And from what I've found, Cantante isn't really that desperate.
Born into a wealthy family and raised with love, just passing Seohia was a guarantee of success for his family and close acquaintances, so he chimed in with only his diploma.
Cantante was satisfied.
I wish I had come this far
Somehow I guessed it was going to go like this, so I asked Quinn and Swift, who come to the mountain gym at lunchtime, to tell me something nice about me.
When you look at me like that, it looks like you did a good job.
Here, if I approached first, it was like sprinkling ashes on cooked rice, so I clenched my teeth and pretended not to know.
a few days later.
"I···."
come.
"Why."
"Can I talk to you?"
I kept my poker face as much as possible and pretended to be troubled, then called Cantante out.
I took two canned aloe drinks from the vending machine and gave one to the guy.
"thanks."
Cantante, holding the can with both hands, hit a drink that was half-alcoholic with one shot.
"Manhyuk, can I be a hero? Ah. Don't get me wrong. I'm asking because Melon said he was good at consulting you."
under.
No, Quinn is Mr., so why am I half-spoken?
"You can become a superhero depending on what you do."
"I am not joking."
"It's me."
The staring eyes are terrifying. A poison that had never been seen before appeared at first glance.
nice
"Superhero. ···Hah, yes. What can I do? Tell me what you want."
"First of all, come to the mountain gym every day."
"Mountain Jim?"
"Do you know where my house is?"
When I explained the approximate location because I didn't know, Kantante's eyes widened.
"It's a mountain over there."
"It's a mountain gym."
"···okay."
Cantante, who looked down at her legs, answered with difficulty as if trying to evacuate her stomach.
next day. When Cantante reached the gym in front of my container, breathing heavily, it was already just before lunch time.
"Tara."
I didn't have time to teach anything, so I sent him to the lecture building on a white tiger.
As anyone who's ever done it knows, mountain climbing is great for training your lower body and core muscles. It's a bonus to breathe clean air to clear your mind, and half-forced to keep you on an empty stomach because of the river, you lose weight.
At the end of the torture, Kantante, who cut off 30 minutes from the lecture building to my mountain gym, cheered innocently without paying attention to the people around him.
Uh-aaaah!
After that, Cantante stares at me as if stabbing me after ordering a 30-minute cut.
That's it.
The eyes of those who long for power must be that way.
"Good job, now tell me your wish."
let me be your genie