Winter Transfer Market (1)

The second half of the season is over and the winter transfer window has finally opened.

As expected, YSM received many transfer inquiries.

Hyuk Choi.

Lee Na-yeon.

Seungho Cho.

Namgoong Jihoon.

Jeonghwan Noh.

In addition, rookie players Yoon Beom and Choi Jung-min.

All the players Seo Mun-yeop picked up and recruited or raised became targets for clubs to salivate.

However, Seo Mun-yeop had no intention of selling it to anyone.

All 7 of the above have increased their salaries and renewed their contracts.

They also readily renewed the contract because they had faith and affection that they could grow further if they were at YSM.

But everything else was for sale.

Succeeded in sending 4 people by selling to KB-2 or KB7 1st division clubs.

Everyone had poor practical skills, but Seo Moon-yeop saw them as an analysis plan and made them reinforce their weaknesses, and coach Gabriel raised their skills through systematic training.

It is true that he is still lacking, but thanks to coach Gabriel's tactical and organizational training, he seemed like a better player than he was originally.

Thanks to that, I was able to dispose of the players quickly.

"Reinforcement of players is urgent."

Director Gabriel said.

Seo Moon-yeop also nodded.

"Okay, how much do you need?"

"I wish we had one more fast off-tank, and we need a lot of melee dealers. I wish there were one or two range dealers. He is a player with psychic powers related to properly ranged attacks."

Although Lee Na-yeon and Yoon-beom are long-distance dealers, their superpowers themselves are not specialized for long-range attacks, so their firepower was not good.

A long-distance dealer with strong momentary destructive power, such as throwing explosive fireballs like Shim Young-soo, the national long-distance dealer, was essential in teamfights.

Of course, you shouldn't be mentally trashy like Shim Young-soo, but that's the case.

"Okay, there are a few guys I've been watching, so I'll go through them and try them."

Unlike before, Seo Mun-yeop diligently watched Battlefield games during the second half of the season.

KB-1, KB-2, KB7 Part 1, and other countries such as Asia, Eastern Europe, and South America, where players are not treated very well, were searched for promising players.

That's because it's easy to recruit.

Battlefield powerhouses such as France and the United States never had promising players come to Korea.

China also has a closed league, so the ability itself is included in the powerhouse, and the salary is high.

It was difficult to bring in Japanese or Arab countries because the annual salary was high compared to their skills.

The best thing was to find a promising player in Korea.

Now YSM was also a proud KB-1 club.

Since they were no longer underdogs in the lower leagues, they had the opportunity to bring in promising players.

The problem is that the existing KB-1 clubs have already preoccupied all the promising players and are raising them in their youth teams.

YSM is not yet in the condition to raise youth.

'Fuck I don't know, I'll just have to hit it with an analysis. What a complicated youth team.'

Without a discerning leader, raising youth was just a waste of money.

It was good for Seo Moon-yeop to pick out the players who would do well with the analysis plan, just as he was doing.

Since there was a list he had looked at, Seo Moon-yeop set off on his bike.

Of course, I also wanted to see the players recommended by head coach Choi Dong-joon or the few scouts.

Seo Mun-yeop, who rode a bike without a helmet and confidently entered the highway, raced all the way to Gyeongsangnam-do.

Upon arriving in Jinju, Gyeongsangnam-do, Seo Moon-yeop arrived at Bongwon High School.

It was the only school in Jinju City with a Battlefield team participating in the youth league.

Because it was winter break, the school was quiet.

If it wasn't for vacation, students would have flocked like dogs right away, asking for autographs and taking pictures.

"Oops, Mr. Seo Mun-yeop! welcome!"

The older director I spoke to a while ago greeted me.

Even though he's superhuman, if you look that old, he must be very old in real life.

It was clear that he was from a superhuman who had participated in the underground war for a long time.

"Can I see the players?"

"Yes, of course. Come this way."

Seo Moon-yeop asked as he entered the training room with the coach.

"Is there a kid named Kim Tae-tae?"

"Ah, shape…."

A look of pity appeared on the aged director's face.

"why?"

"Well, Hyungyeong signed with Twin Star Spirits a while ago. What to do with this?"

"Well, then it can't be helped."

Seo Mun-yeop shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

Kim Tae-tae was the main tank at Bongwon High School.

He had enough talent to become a key player in KB-1, and his current ability could be used as a rotation member.

I picked it because there was an order from coach Gabriel that a tanker was needed, but to be honest, I didn't expect much.

'I thought I'd take you somewhere else.'

It wasn't a guy that I coveted so much, so I didn't have any regrets.

While I was there, I looked around the players.

The players who were doing physical training glanced at Seo Mun-yeop. It was natural for him to be concerned.

He was a hero and owner who saved mankind.

When he picked a player, he was also known as the Midas hand that hit the jackpot, so he couldn't help but feel the excitement of wanting to pick him too.

Athletes suddenly devoted themselves to physical training more diligently.

However, Seo Moon-yeop had already gone through all of them with an analysis plan. There were no usable players.

"Isn't there a melee dealer named Lee Dae-young?"

At Seo Moon-yeop's question, the coach's eyes widened as if he knew how he knew that player.

"Have you noticed Daeyoung too?"

"yes."

"What about this? He is retired."

"Eh?"

What does a high school student's retirement mean?

The director sighed at Seo Moon-yeop, who seemed strange.

"They don't want to."

"Then are you studying?"

"No, I hate studying more."

The director continued in a grumbling voice.

"My father is the landlord."

"ah······."

I finally understood.

He was just a guy who wanted to live comfortably.

Battlefield must have been just for a while because it looked cool.

"If I had worked hard, I would have made it to the 1st part of KB7, hehe."

The director sighed heavily.

In fact, in the eyes of Seo Moon-yeop, he was a guy who could go all the way to KB-1. That's why he came all the way here to recruit.

I looked all over the other players, but I didn't see any promising prospects.

"Then, there's nothing to do now. I saw you."

Seo Moon-yeop said straight-up that there were no more players to watch, and then turned his back.

"Seo Moon-yeop, wait!"

The director hurriedly summoned Seo Mun-yeop and stopped him.

"why?"

"I'd like to recommend one. Could you take a look?"

"Are you not here?"

"Yes, my name is Park Young-min, but I graduated last year and am now 20 years old."

"Then you must already belong to another team."

"No, I'm just wandering around after leaving Battlefield, and it's really sad..."

"wandering?"

"I'm just hanging out with bad people."

"I don't have a hobby of recycling garbage."

"The app definitely has talent! So Munyeop Seo is a bit..."

"I know what you're thinking."

Seo Mun-yeop stared into the eyes of the old director.

When their eyes met closely, the director was taken aback.

"Do you think it would be nice if I could go and grab it and drag it away? If I do it, even if I kill half of it, I won't be punished."

The director nodded.

"you're right. I've been through a lot of prenatal battles in the past, and I've seen a lot of guys like that. do you have a feeling He seems like he would do well if I took him to the dungeon."

"Yes."

Seo Mun-yeop also agreed.

I came to a sense through long experience whether he would be scared and act like a troll if I took him to a dungeon, or if he would be surprisingly good at his role.

"He is. My child has a complicated family life, so he wanders a bit, but he has certain qualities. I bet you."

"Um, that's a bit annoying..."

Seo Moon-yeop, grumbling like that, suddenly glared at the director and said,

"Can you really say that you are qualified? If you see that you have no talent, I will cut your limbs and leave you in the middle of the street."

At that, the director flinched.

Seo Moon-yeop was a person who could really do that.

It's known to the media, it's just a troublemaker, but during the war, Seo Mun-yeop was a really scary and cruel person. At that time, there were also rumors circulating among the supermen who rolled in the dungeon, so the director felt fear.

"Yes, I think it really has qualities."

"What is your position?"

"It was a close dealer."

"Okay, where are you now?"

"The kids will know, but I'll ask."

The coach went in to ask the players, and came back after a while to inform them.

"He said he's a regular at the PC room around here."

The director gave Seo Moon-yeop the address of the PC room.

"If you don't have talent, be prepared to appear on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow."

"I really guarantee it."

The director's voice trembled.

Seo Mun-yeop, who ran to the PC room he was informed of, immediately looked through the analysis plan.

I was able to find it right away.

-Target: Park Young-min (human)

-muscle strength 70/84

- Agility 63/85

- speed 60/81

- Endurance 54/70

-Spirit 46/62

- Skill 55/81

-Aura 70/76

-Leadership 12/32

- Tactics 39/54

-Super Power: Flame Sword

-Flame Sword: Coats the sword with sparks that cause a small explosion when colliding.

"oh!"

Seo Moon-yeop admired it.

Of course, it is not a quality that Seo Mun-yeop of the world can admire.

However, he was the owner of a talent that is hard to find in Korea.

'Strength, agility, speed, and skills are all in their 80s.'

He had those qualities, but the reason his current ability is only that is because of his lack of effort.

Thanks to that, he avoided the eyes of other clubs and entered the target of Seo Moon-yeop like this.

'I don't have much mental strength, but it's not at a level where I can't use it very much.'

If you grow it well, it is a timber that even the national representative can do well.

Seo Moon-yeop, who decided to take him, strode toward Park Young-min.

Park Young-min, who dyed his hair yellow, was playing games with friends who seemed to have nothing to do.

Even though the smoking seat was right nearby, he was smoking a cigarette in his place, dusting the ashes into an empty soda can.

The female part-timers and other customers were scared and couldn't raise a problem and only noticed.

It seemed that they were known lambs. Hagiya, when Choin acts like a bully, even the police sweat.

"uh? Seo, this is Seo Moon-yeop!"

A friend of Park Young-min shouted in surprise when he found Seo Moon-yeop.

Seo Moon-yeop slapped the friend in the back of the head.

Puck!

"Ouch!"

"Why are you talking nonsense, bitch?"

The friend, who was hit in the back of the head, passed out with her head on the keyboard.

"Sir, what the fuck!"

Park Young-min and his friends jumped up and shouted.

"what? fuck?"

"Oh, no."

The friend who had swearing at me without even realizing it suddenly rolled her eyes.

Seo Mun-yeop took the cigarette the friend was smoking and crushed it around his neck.

"Ah!!"

"Why are you smoking here, bitches?"

"I'm sorry!"

Everyone hurriedly quit their cigarettes and there was no fuss.

Seo Moon-yeop looked at Park Young-min with cold eyes.

Park Young-min was frightened, not knowing what to do when their eyes met.

"Everyone except Park Young-min leaves."

Park Young-min's complexion turned pale when he was correctly named.

The other friends were about to leave because they thought they were lucky, but Seo Moon-yeop suddenly said.

"Hey you fuckers. Who wants to walk out?"

"yes?"

"then······."

"Crawl out, bugs."

The gangsters who were messing around in the PC room eventually had to crawl and run away.

When the situation was sorted out, Seo Moon-yeop smiled benevolently like a Buddha.

"Youngmin. You can talk to your brother."

Park Young-min was terrified.