Break things like you from the front (2)

"Wow, it's big." The rock that Ahn Sung-ho and Kim Se-yeon destroyed looked twice as huge. First of all, it felt like that.

Everyone is obsessed with scores, so there is inevitably the hardest and most honest rock left. This is because

the order in front of Park Jin-sung picked only the rocks that others had hit.

[Will this be okay?]]

[Oh, my]

Of course, the Clown Zombie Corps deliberately left that rock behind.

For the sake of the captain, this evaluation can be easily given up. They tried to deal with that giant rock for

the captain's score.

But the 5th Bible told me to prioritize your scores. He laughed to himself that one big, beautiful rock was

enough. Gam! Dong!

Park Jin-sung just wanted a clean rock, but it was a great thrill for the zombie squad.

"Number 367, are you ready?"

"Argh!"

"Ha. Go ahead."

The instructor and the trainee exchanged smiles secretly.

"[Dagger!]"

[A short sword]

World Soul Rating System : F

Overall combat capability: F(?)

Cook.

The nervous trainees laughed automatically.

Certainly, the performance Park Jin-sung has shown so far has been great. However, there really did not exist

this much to look forward to on that thin dagger.

No matter how strong your body becomes, what you can't do is not possible.

Press, press, press, press.

For a while, there was a wave of pity with ridicule.

It's a talent that's too small for the effort that I've been running for. It is as unfortunate a level as ants do pushups. "Whoa."

The smile disappeared from Park Jin-sung's face to the point where it couldn't be more neat.

I'm scared.

Air similar to what I felt in the bank.

"That radioactive waste boy...."

Feeling cool fear, Byun Ki-young unknowingly laid her eyes. When I immediately recovered my eyes with a

firm pride,

Let's go, let'

The rock was already in the process of being beaten.

What the hell are you doing??'

Kim Se-yeon unknowingly made a cut.

No matter how dynamic it is, it cannot escape the range given to a person. Park Jin-sung is not Ahn Sung-ho.

"Haha."

However, the current power shown by Park Jin-sung was also completely out of the scope of the standard. It

was the level of supermarkets such as Ahn Sung-ho and Kim Se-yeon.

[A short sword]

World Soul Rating System : F

Overall combat capability: B (F↑)

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no It's me!!"

Park Jin-sung rubbed his face with his left hand.

Park Jin-sung's left and right hands were playing completely separately.

To be exact, only the right hand was like a completely different creature. It felt like a tiger's arm was attached

to an ant's body.

Squatting! Squatting! Squatting!

The right hand holding the dagger smashed the rock like it was furious. Contrary to Park Jin-sung's messy

posture, the rock was peeling off like an onion shell.

Ha, you can do it!'

It was a scene that was a little hard to understand in common sense.

His straight legs, waist, left hand holding his face, and no matter how hard I looked, he was not in a position

to be 100 percent strong.

"Ugh!"

Not to mention 100 percent. Even 150 percent, 200 percent, can't do it that way.

Crunching!

Nevertheless, the rock that was being peeled off showed that Park Jin-sung's right hand was a freak itself.

We have to keep it! Take out IDEA only on your right hand! Ugh, Ugh...!!'

Park Jin-sung was only partially embodying the idea. I tried to control the complete murder by implementing

only the wrist.

"Whoa!"

I only took it out on my wrist, but all kinds of bad luck came up. Desire for murder flooded in like an angry

wave.

As soon as you let go of the tension, the murder, which even covered your wrist, will rise to your throat.

No 8th grade syndrome! I'm in my second year of high school, not my second year of middle school! What

do you mean a black dragon to a sophomore?

Park Jin-sung grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and pressed it.

Stepping!

The right hand ran wild as if it were a fresh big fish. He seemed even more angry because the object he was

venting his anger on disappeared.

"Whoa!"

One minute is over.

The rock that was holding out in front of Park Jin-sung oxidized in the form of shattering.

"...."

In addition, more roughly broken pieces than Ahn Sung-ho silenced the trainees.

"Oh, my. You're not listening to me"

The dagger was turned off, but not to the point of full murder.

[Totally murderous]

World Soul Rating System : S

Physical ability increases three times the amount of exercise it originally has.

It can only be turned off if the target's ideology or life is taken.

at a steady pace

Park Jin-sung's right hand did not rest and flapped well.

The answer was to implement only the wrist. If I had taken out my elbow, I would have been dragged around.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Instructor instructor? If you could give me a little help...."

"All I can do is knock me out. Control yourself."

wriggling

I thought Park Jin-sung's right hand was staring at Ahn Sung-ho

Chuck!

All of a sudden, he spat out his middle finger.

"Oh, my! I didn't do it! Instructor! Argh! Come on!

Park Jin-sung's suspension, which stretched straight, passed Ahn Sung-ho and headed to the trainees.

Crack it.

Park Jin-sung grabbed the middle finger and twisted it, but the amount of exercise that tripled pressed the left

hand. "Oh! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Right hand! My left hand is going to die!!"

"You're doing a show... Really...." Strangely, Kim Se-yeon, who was ashamed of herself, shook her head from side to side.

"...?"

Except for some supermarkets, people have not caught up with the current atmosphere.

What is it? What is it? Is this a fun prank for tired trainees?

The raindrops that are still pouring, the assistants, the other trainees right behind them.

No one has ever explained reality before their eyes.

"Oh, my! Listen to me!" Right hand! Do you think I worked out so hard for this?!"

The pieces scattered in front of Park Jin-seong were no different from those broken by the supermen.

Slap, slapping!

The madman who hits his right hand vigorously and the madman who hits his body with his right hand.

Unfortunately, the two crazies were the same person.

"Oh, my god!"

Park Jin-sung, who was hit by his right hand and burst his lips, frowned.

I imagined that I would sacrifice my dagger, or I would embody it on my left hand

I have to make it mine. That doesn't guarantee he'll stop.'

In the end, the conclusion was one thing.

It should be turned on and off with its own will. Otherwise, you cannot escape the yoke of a puppet.

"Blowing."

Park Jin-sung focused all his nerves on only one right hand.

Flapping, flapping, flapping.

When he left his right hand alone, he interrupted his concentration with all kinds of bizarre movements. The

right hand deliberately turned its finger back and sought attention.

"Let's focus."

Park Jin-sung decided to sit on the sidelines despite constant pain and signals. Watching from afar, I waited

for him to die down.

First, kkak.

Less than a few seconds passed. It may be an illusion that the raindrops appeared in slow motion.

Park Jin-sung snatched his right hand and clasped his fingers. The fight between the right hand and the glare

went up and down in a short time.

I'm not a double person. So please stay still, right hand.'

Disappointed.

The right hand, which was about to break the left hand at all, returned to the calm child.

[Partial flesh]

World Spiritual Unit Rating System:

Only some of the powers of [complete murder] manifest itself in combat power.

The more open areas there are, the more difficult it is to control, and the controllability is greatly affected by

the owner's mental power.

The open area reproduces the movement when it was [complete murder] regardless of the owner's will.

Current area: Right hand (variable)

Overall combat capability: A

"Seo, we've made it work.". It's not perfect yet, but still!

Park Jin-sung succeeded in implementing Idea only in limited areas.

I've been practicing secretly, but it was my first time to open this wide. In front of Ahn Sung-ho and Kim Seyeon, there was a belief that they would prevent them from going wrong.

"Ahhhhaha

The days of hard training came to my mind.

A healthy body has a healthy mind.

He succeeded in overpowering the bad right hand with a healthy spirit he had acquired with difficulty.

"Hehe! I did it! Instructor!!"

"…Ha, I guess so. Go back to your seat."

Ahn Sung-ho secretly smiled when he saw Park Jin-sung running around.

Park Jin-sung firmly returned to his seat despite his hot gaze. On the way, he quietly saluted Kim Se-yeon.

"Partial dam… Phil, win."

"Yeah... I don't know what it is, but it's a must win."

It was a must-win slogan for no reason, but the two felt strong for no reason. Kim Se-yeon, who accepted it,

was proud of herself for no reason.

Whatever the repercussions of the F-class were, it was a fantasy that was hard to accept except for the

beginners.

Shoot!

Only the sound of rain, which might be a heavy rain warning, dominated the western training ground for a

while.

* * *

The trainees who returned to the accommodation were allowed free time for the first time in a while.

Wash up, eat, sleep, work, and the day is over!

Thanks to an excellent nurse, I ran for two days, so I needed a mental rest.

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't come near me!"

Both male and female dorms were noisy, but the male side was more crowded.

It was Park Jin-sung who had a show, but what was difficult was the zombie squad.

"Get out of my way!"

"We're not managers! Get out of my way!"

Thirty people united to protect the 5th captain, who was admired and admired.

Even in the shower, he covered his eyes to block them, and even when he ate, he covered his eyes and

protected them.

bouncing off the outside but quiet on the inside

'Ha ha. I didn't mean to do this.'

The place where Park Jin-seong is located has almost reached a level similar to the eye of a typhoon.

Zombies sincerely praised their captain.

There is no room for doubt.

The F-class ideology was juxtaposed with the best monsters in the battalion.

I am grateful for trusting and leading them, but I even announced my skills to the whole world. I can't help

but feel proud.

"We've only got a captain...!'

a sense of trust solely from the proof of one's ability and effort

With Park Jin-sung, I believed that maybe they could change themselves, who would have been ugly all their

lives.

Clattering!

Zombies who finished eating woke up starting with Park Jin-sung. Seeing that he jumped up, he seemed to

have waited for Park Jin-sung until now.

"Hahaha… If you're done eating, it's okay to go first."

"Then the captain is in danger. All kinds of people will come."

"Right. You need a captain to continue working out."

"Oh, my. What if you want a monopoly already? Well... I don't feel so bad, but."

"What?"

As many as 30 eyes gathered the same words.

"I have a place to go first. You go back and do your own training."

Park Jin-sung sent a zombie stand by swinging his arms. He had a hard time removing the zombie stand that

stuck to the end.

with a thud

I didn't want the zombie team to know where to go from now on.

The barely stepped step led the trainees to a place they should not go.

"Knock knock. Are you there?"

Park Jin-sung's destination was none other than an executive's accommodation.

It was to go to the nurse and ask the 5th Battalion to recover its physical strength. It was intended to give a

little extra effect when the 5th generation fell asleep deeply.

In fact, there was a reason why I ran out of physical strength, but if I treat it now, the torn muscle fiber will be

much stronger.

"Knock, knock, knock. Are you there?"

The 5th Battalion, who fell asleep without knowing how to do it, leveled up with a cheerful condition.

The placebo effect was worth looking for. It's just a feeling, but you'll feel twice as strong.

Condition times, placebo times, real growth.

"Is he somewhere else?"

In addition, adding confidence from this will create a completely different person in just three days.

In fact, confidence was the most important thing here.

This is because the satisfaction led by change creates confidence, and that very confidence drives to the next

stage.

"Knock, knock, knock! Are you there?""

"Who is it?"

mutual interests

Park Jin-sung called the teacher, but the door opened in the next room.

Since the hallway was a little dark, the light from the room felt really warm.

"You, You! Attack! Trainee 367!" Argh!"

"Who is this? Is it genuine?"

Unfortunately, his voice was not as warm as the light.

The 10th platoon leader, who appeared in the executive meeting room, wrinkled his face when he saw Park