Battlefield (1)

There was no time to be bored on the way home.

Seo Moon-yeop fell in love with the new world of smartphones.

Originally, it was not mechanical, so I used it often.

Soon after, I downloaded the game from the market and worked hard.

"Ah-oh! It doesn't fit too badly."

Baekje-ho sighed at Seo Moon-yeop's immature appearance while playing Angry Birds.

'Looking at it that way, they really have an age difference.'

Baek Je-ho, 48 years old.

And Seo Mun-yeop, who is 47 years old but is only 30 years old in real life.

I was a little worried if I could overcome this age difference and remain as good-hearted friends like before.

Since Seo Moon-yeop's only friend was himself, Baek Je-ho had a sense of duty.

Seo Mun-yeop, who had been playing Angry Birds for a while, installed another game, probably getting tired of it.

It was a game called Dungeon Crash, and as soon as I accessed the page, an advertisement page with a young female model appeared on the main page.

A model with a sexy female superhuman concept.

Even the black battle suit that shows off her dizzying body and her charismatic eyes that seem ready to go into battle at any moment.

Seo Mun-yeop admired the female model.

"Wow, body kills. Look at your legs."

But instead of responding, Baekje-ho flinched.

Seo Mun-yeop did not notice Baek Je-ho's reaction and continued to speak.

"Who is this woman? She has a well-trained body, but is she a real superhuman? Your eyes are sexy."

Soon after, Baekje-ho could not stand it and said a word.

"She is my daughter."

"...!"

Seo Moon-yeop hardened as if he had been hit by a petrifying ray.

He immediately laughed.

"Oh, the jokes increased a lot?"

However, Baekje-ho maintained a heavy silence.

Seo Mun-yeop's complexion gradually became serious.

"Really?"

Baekje-ho nodded.

"Is this Hayeon?"

"okay."

Seo Moon-yeop, who confirmed it again, shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

Even before entering the final dungeon, he saw his 6-year-old niece Baek Ha-yeon.

Uncle, uncle, how cute it was to toddle.

That nephew is now 23 years old, only 7 years older than Seo Moon-yeop.

"I-I look like Mr. Jesu. It has become very pretty."

"stop."

At Baekje-ho's reluctant words, Seo Moon-yeop bowed his head.

"sorry."

"···no."

Mobile games, of course, were deleted.

***

- You have arrived at your destination.

Finally, we arrived at Baek Je-ho's house.

It was a luxurious mansion that could be called a palace.

The front yard was a garden with a pond and flowers, and the back yard was completely planted with a forest.

The five-story grand main building was a familiar building that Seo Mun-yeop knew.

But there was another building to the right of it.

"Is that a new building?"

"Uh, I built an annex for guests."

"It's almost like a dorm. What bag of guests are you going to receive?"

Seo Moon-yeop admired the majesty of the mansion, which had become more luxurious while he had not seen it.

It was a mansion that seemed to represent the successful life of Baek Je-ho, who was born into a good family, married a pretty and kind wife, and was one of the 7 heroes who won fame and fortune.

'Come to think of it, I don't have anything.'

When I thought so, it made me cry a little.

"Mr. Yeop!"

A woman from the main building of the mansion opened the door and came out.

It was Han Seung-hee, the wife of Baek Je-ho.

He is 52 years old this year.

She was still young and pretty, perhaps because she was a superhuman, but as expected, traces of the past 17 years were visible on her face.

"You really are alive! It's been too long."

"Yes, I will see you again in a week."

"Oh my! Did you get old in just one week?"

Seo Moon-yeop smiled and replied to Han Seung-hee, who was embarrassed.

"I really thought I'd see you in a week."

"Ho-ho-ho, lies."

She laughed with her eyes watering, as if she didn't like empty words.

"Yeop must be hungry. Come on in."

"I see."

The three entered the house together.

***

The world was seething with the return of Seo Moon-yeop.

Underground civilizations, which once threatened the survival of mankind, are still of great interest as there are still many unsolved mysteries.

The return of Seo Moon-yeop, who was at the center of the war, definitely took everyone's attention.

It must have been shocking to see the shocking return of a legendary figure who saved humanity and mastered all the conditions for a hero, even sacrificing himself for his comrades.

Even Seo Mun-yeop transcended the time and space of 17 years.

A few days ago, I was in the last dungeon and just returned.

He was the only one of the 7 heroes in his prime as a superman.

Netizens' curiosity exploded, and the number of views of articles that duplicated the same content pierced the sky.

The scene of them driving into Baek Je-ho's house was also being broadcast live around the world.

It was truly a living, breathing news report.

During the coverage, there was an incident in which Seo Moon-yeop verbally abused reporters, but it was not reported.

There was no big media to touch the person whose statue was erected in Gwanghwamun Square along with King Sejong and Admiral Yi Sun-sin.

However, there was a person who was suffering because of such a hot topic.

"Why is every channel talking about me? There is nothing to see."

Seo Moon-yeop himself.

While watching TV in the living room, he operated the remote and grumbled.

"Hoho, it's because Yeop likes Mr. Aren't you happy?"

Han Seung-hee, who was watching TV together while cutting apples, said.

"What do you like? It's all chasing after an illusion. It's like a statue in Gwanghwamun."

At those words, Han Seung-hee asked with a smile.

"Are you afraid to show your true self?"

Seo Moon-yeop was momentarily taken aback by the question, but soon replied naturally.

"What kind of philosophical pretense are you? You must be a counselor."

Seunghee Han laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.

"But what did Jeho do? What kind of director are you?"

It was after Baek Je-ho brought Seo Moon-yeop and left for work.

There were only two people in the house besides a few employees, and it was Han Seung-hee who liked that he had someone to play with at home thanks to him.

"You don't know yet?"

"yes. Do you want to become a film director?"

Han Seung-hee smiled and replied.

"I am the national team manager."

"National athlete?"

"Yes, do you know the sport called Battlefield?"

After thinking for a while, Seo Moon-yeop answered.

"From the circumstances, it seems that this is a sport that superhumans play, right?"

"that's right."

I guessed that if the dungeon disappeared, superhumans would become unemployed as a group.

Perhaps a sport called Battlefield was born to replace the dungeon industry.

Then, Seo Moon-yeop, who suddenly remembered something, asked again.

"Ha-yeon is also a Battlefield player, right?"

"Oh, do you know?"

"Yes, I saw you as a game advertisement model."

Of course, I omitted to say that her eyes were sexy.

"Hoho, father and daughter are both national representatives. Isn't that great?"

"Wow, Hayeon too?"

"Yes, would you like to see a game about what Battlefield is?"

"I see. But now, every channel is broadcasting my special feature."

"Wait."

Seo Moon-yeop did not know the concept of IPTV.

So, my eyes widened when I saw Han Seung-hee manipulate the remote control to select the VOD of the last broadcast.

'I'll have to watch all the shows I haven't seen later.'

Seo Moon-yeop was a TV addict.

With 17 years of unseen dramas and movies piled up, it seemed that there would be nothing to be bored for a while.

Eventually, the broadcast that Han Seung-hee played was the national A-match between Korea and France, which was held yesterday.

1 set match.

Seo Mun-yeop carefully observed and learned about Battlefield.

'The ultimate goal is to annihilate the opposing team after all.'

Both teams started clearing the dungeon from different locations, but in the end, the ultimate goal was not to clear the dungeon, but to annihilate the opponent.

'But aside from that, they don't fight and focus on raiding dungeons?'

Players go around the dungeon and defeat the monsters that appear in each area.

Seeing that the hunting speed was very fast, Seo Moon-yeop was able to make another guess.

'Looks like the points go up when I catch the monster?'

And it seemed that if you collect those points, you can become stronger like a game.

So, it must be hunting in such a hurry.

In each dungeon, there was a monster that could be called a boss mob.

Killing the monster earns a lot of points, and the area collapses.

As both teams hunted, the dungeon gradually collapsed from the outskirts and was shrinking.

Then the two teams eventually met in the central area.

"how is it?"

Seunghee Han asked.

"I can't do that."

Seo Moon-yeop left a brief impression.

"Ah, not that. Wouldn't it be fun to play as a player on the battlefield?"

"well. I'm tired of dungeons now."

"..."

It was Han Seung-hee who secretly tried to recommend Battlefield, but Seo Moon-yeop was a body that crossed life and death in the last dungeon just two days ago.

Both teams clashed in the central area.

And the final boss monster that inhabits the central area also appeared.

A huge snake with a hard shell like an ironclad.

It was a vicious man with hundreds of sharp fangs sprouting from his wide-open mouth.

'Serpen!'

Interestingly, all the monsters that appeared in that virtual dungeon actually existed.

Korea, France, and Serpen were intertwined and a three-way war broke out.

Korea avoided France throughout the game, but it seemed to be their intention to aim for a variable in a complicated situation like now rather than a head-to-head confrontation.

'I couldn't help it because my skills were different.'

At a glance, I could see that the Korean players were poor compared to the French.

They fought brilliantly, using their own weapons and superpowers, but in the end, the Korean team collapsed helplessly.

"and."

"Isn't it fun?"

"It's really filthy weak. I will beat them all by myself."

Seo Mun-yeop giggled.

I tried to see how well he fought because he was a national representative, but he was at a very childish level.

'The French kids seemed useful.'

Among them, the ace of France could have been included in the 7 heroes if it had been 17 years ago.

In contrast, the Korean national team seemed to have turned the years backwards, regressing from the days of the Underground War.

"Is that the national representative? I want to see the face of who the director is."

After being sarcastic like that, when Han Seung-hee glared at me from the side, I kept my mouth shut. The director was, of course, her husband.

Seo Moon-yeop was trying to take care of himself, but when Baek Je-ho's head was shown on the TV screen, he burst into laughter.

Han Seung-hee sighed hard.

Seo Mun-yeop, who had been paying attention, carefully offered comfort.

"Yeah, but Hayeon was fine."

Baek Ha-yeon, who resembled her father and was agile, freely wielded her main weapon, the whip.

Seeing the whip move outside the laws of physics, it seemed to be a supernatural power.

He fought hard, displaying two psychic powers, including genetically inherited teleportation.

"The coach was stupid, so he just decided on the wrong position, but it seemed like he could grow more if he changed to a position that suits his aptitude."

If you don't see the subject directly, the analysis plan won't work, but even without the analysis plan, his eyes won't go anywhere.

But that was no consolation.

It was also because of the director's curse.