Talent ignored by generations and rejected by heaven (2)

The drunken uncle poured out all kinds of abuse.

[My cute son!] Your parents had the same expression!]

[Cough cough]

[Hahaha. Honey, aren't you supposed to hide it?]]

[Smiling] What can I do if a little kid recognizes me?]

It was a murder plot aimed at property.

Park Jin-sung's parents were bound by his aunt when he was asleep and beaten by his uncle with an F-class

bat from the head.

As if Park Jin Sung is getting beaten up.

[Son, thanks to the money left behind by your parents, you're living so well. [Do you know?]

[Ahhhhhhhhaha You have to clean the floor that you dirty, right? Huh? Huh? Huh? Right?]

[Uncle and aunt killed the puppy]? My uncle and aunt killed my mom and dad...?]

[Laughing] All right. It was a very good sandbag. I don't know how relieved I was. My husband and I have a

hard time every day. What's so good about centipede? The same goes for the stupid ass. It was fun to beat

him in many ways.]

An uncle who is smiling and an aunt who laughs weirdly.

The sadness of losing parents and two years of abuse shook young Park Jin-sung. It tormented and gnawed at

the soul from the depths of its bones.

in the end

[Oh, so annoying]

The twisted and twisted soul emerged as the death of the dog, which was the only support.

[Totally murderous]

World Spiritual Unit Rating System: S

In fact, the original idea may have finally emerged. The soul may have originally been a cruel murderer.

But whatever happened, Park Jin-sung's Idea was the center of all the killers in the world.

[Laughing]

Jin-sung spits out after his aunt's laughter and recites the words of his uncle's womb.

[Totally murderous]

Overall combat capability: S

It was the moment when a 10-year-old genuine killer with S-class combat power was born.

[....]

An F-class dagger was heard in Jin Sung's right hand.

Killing with a Class F weapon with S murder intentions.

The dagger was the result of the abuse engraved by the F-class uncle. The deep-seated abuse gained form by

anger at my uncles.

[Huh? What's that dagger?] Aren't you not good at using IDEA? (Laughs) (Laughing) Don't tell me you were

an F, son! Honey! Even this jerk was a trash that couldn't be recycled!]

[Ahhhh! This is my son's name] Right? Right?]

[Smiling]

Jin-sung, whose right snowball was swollen, laughed with only the corner of his mouth full. I didn't forget to

recite the birth language.

[Congratulations, son] Your parents will be proud in hell.]

What my uncle said with a big smile to his eyes worked.

Cracking.

In an instant, the Dong-A rope that had been binding on Jinseong was broken. Apart from the destroyed

Dong-A rope, the once-boiled murder did not disappear.

My uncle's tongue, which came out to laugh loudly, rolled on the floor fresh like freshly cut tuna flesh.

[Blowing!]

[Hey, honey!]]

Jin-sung did not give his aunt room to take care of his uncle.

My aunt scratched my uncle's right arm in the order of wrist, bicep, and tricep.

[Argh! Arms!] My arm!]

My aunt's arm was cut in vain.

While Jin-sung was rolling around with his aunt holding his arm, he even cut out two of his aunt's Achilles

tendon. Then she trampled him down with her feet just like her aunt did.

[Laughing] [Laughing out loud! Auntie, oh!]

[Argh! Argh! Argh!]]

A collaboration of moans and glee.

It's been a while since I stepped on it., How painful it would be for a child to step on it.

So that my aunt can't tie herself up again,

[Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!]]

All the large muscles in the limbs were ruptured in the form of a cross.

[Smirk] Uncle uncle, uncle?]

[Blowing!]

He left his real aunt behind and went to his uncle.

I wanted to pay back the same with a club, but unfortunately, there was no club.

[Huh? Uncle?]

Jin Sung began to smack his uncle with a dagger. I beat the club with excitement so that I could not swing it

again.

I didn't cut it deep inside my body because I didn't mean to cut it. However, as expected, because it was a

dagger, large and small stab wounds were rampant.

[Hehe. Uncle did this, too] It's not?]

[Blowing]

My uncle also ruptured all the large muscles in the limbs.

[Ah... It's too easy...].]

There were too many murder routes only visible to Jinseong. It was even more difficult to move on without

killing.

[Why are people so easy?] Uncle... What? Huh? Huh? It's too easy, aunt!]

Jin-sung deliberately stabbed his uncles, avoiding the murder routes.

It provided intense pain that would never die, but was only horribly painful.

[Sighing...]

The child, who was only ten years old, sighed deeply. It was a joy that came from deep inside.

Complete murder dominated the young nature for hours. in other words

[Oh, save me].]

[Crying]

It meant that my uncle and aunt would suffer forever.

Smiling.

The child, a murderer by nature, kept his lips curled up for hours.

[Oh... Good...]

The joy that naturally leaked out was a bonus.

* * *

"Ugh, this is."

"Oh, are you awake?"

The first floor of Haeundae Special Education University, a nursing room that has become a medical center.

The place where Park Jin-sung opened his eyes was where Korea's best treatment experts, which the

generation boasted, worked.

"Cough. Uh-huh. Teacher? Then this is..."

"Yes, it's the nurse's office. Oh! Don't get up yet. You'd better rest a little more."

"My head hurts so much... Ugh."

The expression of skull splitting was just for now.

Hold it.

Park Jin-sung pressed his temple to hold on to the spirit of running away.

a white ceiling, a white blanket, and a white gown.

The backgrounds that caught my eye were really comfortable. I felt awkward with myself, who had blood

clots all over my body.

"Bloody skin...? Hey, nurse!!"

"Oh... I knew it. Can you calm down a little more?"

Now called a military doctor, Mr. Yang said with a smile as relaxed as possible.

It was a smile that necessarily captured the hearts of the members of the band at least once. Unfortunately,

however, he did not listen to Park Jin-sung, whose eyes were turned upside down.

"Bank! What happened to the bank?" The platoon members? Lee Seung Hwa? Ki, Kim Seyeon, Sang

Bam...!!"

Standing tall.

Park Jin-sung, who was almost outraged, suddenly stopped acting.

Everything I went through then came to my mind.

a shortcoming but not a shortcoming of complete murder

"...."

The experience of writing Idea covered Park Jin-sung.

The taste of the hands that separated the hoods, the confrontation with Kim Il-jung, and the fall after Byun

Ki-young.

I wish I didn't remember every single thing I did with a smile.

"Teacher Yangho... What happened to the others?"

"You're the only one who fell like this, but all the other 10th platoon members are fine."

"You mean everything?"

"Yeah, so don't worry too much."

"Ugh! Your hair!"

Park Jin-sung was once again in panic.

Somehow, I couldn't think of anything but Kim Se-yeon easily.

To be exact, only the last scene felt like a lie. Whether Kim Se-yeon was cut or not, the memory was faint

like a hazy fog. "Oh… please calm down. At this rate, I might have to change my opinion of you"

"Where's the captain of the third section?! Sergeant Kim Seyeon!"

"Don't worry too much if it's a white jade goblin. Maybe at the school gate."

"Argh! Damn it!"

Park Jin-sung, who acquired the location, hurriedly got out of bed.

It was like a bomb stuck to his body. He pushed the beautiful teacher, recognized by all battalion members,

and slammed the door of the nurse's office.

"Oh, he's on his way here. I just ordered you to buy something to eat for a while because you looked tired

from taking care of...."

In the corner of the treatment chart, the nurse said, 'Well cut off. ㅜ',' he added.

"Oh my god"

Park Jin-sung literally teased his feet like a madman. In fact, it was difficult to find a more suitable expression

because he was out of his mind.

a limb-to-arm run If you draw a ghost in the back, it will be quite worth seeing.

By the time Park Jin-sung came to the center of the training ground, a female student with the word "white

 jade" was passing through the main gate of the battalion.

The long fine hair fluttered in the shallow wind. I had something packed in my hands, but I couldn't get rid of 

the feeling of being white. "Oh, my. Oh, my.."

"Huh? Trainee?"

Park Jin-sung, standing in front of Kim Se-yeon, knelt down.

"Ah, Ki, Kim Seyeon..."?"

"Well, I guess you're okay now Why are you kneeling down?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

It was like a dream. Park Jin-sung sobbed deeply.

Only the last scene was faint, but if I groped, the feeling of being cut was much stronger.

If he had killed his classmate, he would never have believed in himself again.

"Why, why are you crying? Let's not do this here. Huh? Others will misunderstand."

"Laughing"

"Hey! They told me not to cry!" It looks like I'm kicking you! Don't cry! I'm going to hit you!"

Whether Kim Se-yeon shakes it or not, Park Jin-sung did not stop crying.

Fortunately, there were no people in the battalion. Shortly after the Kim Il-jung incident, the battalion issued

a temporary rest order for a week.

At the time of the incident, Byun Ki-young, who ran away first, succeeded in calling for support safely.

The platoon members, who were left on the first floor, somehow arrested a hoodie who was begging.

casualties

Twenty-seven security guards and 13 bank employees were working at the time.

Both the students of Seojung High School and the platoon members were physically all OK. However, some

of them dropped out of school because they experienced tragedy at an early age.

The teachers, who used to be fatally negligent in their work, agreed to secretly hurt themselves.

[Never! It's a secret, teachers!] If you don't, you']

The plague attacked the teachers, too.

The plague controlled all the cameras nearby, so there was no way to check them separately.

Park Jin-sung was the only one who lost his mind for days. Even this, Park Jin-sung was not hurt, so people

around him worried a lot.

Of course, there were only Cho and Kim Se-yeon around there.

All the media highlighted the invasion of Kim Il-jung.

Battalion 2nd Company.>

All the children received attention, but Kim Se-yeon was by far the best among them.

In particular, the battle on the first floor seemed to be on par with Kim Il-jung at first glance, so it was natural.

No one on the first floor was aware of the existence of Park Jin-sung. Kim Se-yeon must have been the last

person to kick out Kim Il-jung.

Kim Se-yeon felt that the interviews she had followed over the past few days were much harder than the

battle at the bank. Therefore, based on what he experienced, he intentionally did not reveal Park Jin-sung.

It was clear that no one would believe Park Jin-sung. There was no need to make Park Jin-sung suffer.

It was hard to believe Kim Seyeon herself.

Jin-sung, who was aiming for his neck, changed his route to a horn just before he cut it.

[Totally murderous]

The target's ideology or life must be taken before it can be turned off.

Was it Kim Se-yeon's illusion that she showed a sad expression for a while?

In Kim Se-yeon's eyes, Jin-sung seemed relieved only after cutting his horn.

"Hmph."

In fact, Kim Se-yeon did not respond properly for a single moment against the last knife.

It had nothing to do with physical strength or the presence of weapons. I just couldn't see the dagger purely

wielded by Jin Sung.

Jin-sung, who split his horns in two, lost his mind as if he were falling.

It was just the damage caused by the fall that I had been lying in the nurse's office until now. In Kim Seyeon's

opinion.

"Hey, trainee. Just grab my hand. How long do you want to sit there?"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you. Thank you very much, Sang-Bam."

"Well, I don't know what you're thanking me for, so get up. Ah! It's heavy! I'm already so heavy with food."

Kim Se-yeon raised Park Jin-sung, who was covered with tears, runny nose, and sand.

"SangBam... I...."

"Oh, stop it. You didn't cut me. Right? Isn't that enough?"

"Thank you. Cough."

"Well, the nurse, no, the military doctor would be surprised to see it. What is this…"

Kim Se-yeon helped Park Jin-sung's left arm over his shoulder.

The good Baekok goblin didn't care much about whether his clothes had a runny nose or dirt on them.