episode_0002

Since the first day of training, the old man came to see me literally every single day.

Nophia’s 4 drones.

Regret, exhaustion, obsession.

Since I am in charge of regret and devastation in this novel, wouldn’t it be a 4-drone novel?

“Wake up, you idiot.”

“Fuck.”

Once again, the old man’s wooden sword is stuck in my temple.

It was clear that my father had told me in advance, and my parents’ actions were really quick.

Since I hope to advance to the academy, I told the school that classes would be replaced with training on all days except the test day.

So the very next day after training started, I just got this sudden notification.

“Mom, where did my doctor go?”

“Bachelor! Shinwoo is hiding here!”

“Come out, you little shit.”

“Fuck.”

I got caught trying to talk to my mom while hiding.

In the end, I had no choice but to go to the training ground like a pig in a slaughterhouse today.

Still, pigs are better.

Because it’s only one room for electricity or a hammer.

Today, too, I was taking steps to become minced meat.

***

Humans are animals of adaptation.

There is a reason why this saying exists.

In the beginning, I spent most of the time lying on the floor during the day.

But as I became more and more accustomed to the violence, that time gradually decreased.

Of course, time has not disappeared, it has just been shortened.

Stand up and meet.

sick.

sick.

I’m saying this twice because it’s important.

But just like a puppy learns to read and write in three years, I have also grown in my own way.

As expected, he is a physics (pain) instructor.

I definitely learned a lot.

I learned everything from all kinds of martial arts to how to use all kinds of weapons.

In addition, there are basic physical strength, tips for the hunter’s life, etc.

It was made up of useful things.

Of course, just because it’s useful doesn’t mean it’s not shit.

He was a man of few words, but every time he hit me, his mouth would roll like crazy.

When practicing your punches.

“If you throw a punch, you’ll use your waist too. You won’t be using it anyway, but you should use it now.”

“…Someone broke that waist and now you’re lying there.”

“Oh, is that so?”

When running.

“Run faster. You’ll be faster when you’re squealing.”

“Fuck! Those are my potato chips!”

“Finish it quickly before I eat it all.”

When swinging a sword.

“Aren’t you going? Don’t waver and swing straight.”

“Are you swinging it like a sword, sir?”

” Fuck my cock is hard, dog bastard! ◦ ◦ ◦

When doing bench press.

“A kid who only has a daughter.”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”

“Ah, the delivery has arrived. Finish it.”

“Fuck! Put your weight down and go!!”

When sparring.

“You have to step! No! ”

“Fuck! Don’t hit me with every exclamation mark!”

“Because you didn’t step on me! I! Like this! One-two! One-two! I’m gonna beat you! ”

He was an old man who talked nonsense in various ways every day.

Still, there was one day of silence.

It all started with a small mistake.

Before the training system was activated, I tried to get into a grounding position with the old man, but I couldn’t control my body and stumbled forward.

When people fall, they instinctively grab something.

Only, what was caught was the old man’s hair on both sides.

“Hey! Stop the fuck!”

“Ah.”

– Boohoo!!!!

I just pulled it out like a weed.

At that moment, many things stopped.

Time has stopped.

The world stopped.

And then the old man stopped too.

“……”

“……I’m sorry.”

” …… Come down, chew.

“Yes.”

People who have awakened their abilities generally have stronger basic physical specifications than ordinary people.

The old man who was a hunter was also a person with abilities and his body itself was strong, but his roots were not.

From that day on, the old man’s head became the Marine Corps’ assault head.

But here, you call it ‘Assey!’?

This is absolutely fucking true.

So it was totally right.

But I don’t regret it.

Because it was well worth it.

“You little shit…fever!”

“한 대 더 맞아, 개새끼야.”

When I was starting to get used to this situation, I opened up about the stupid numbers that I could only see with my own eyes.

I spoke with a slight expectation that he would know something.

“Oh my! I also awakened an ability.”

“Head.”

The old man’s wooden sword was stuck in my head.

But it doesn’t hurt.

“You’re weak.”

“What the hell? What kind of ability is that anyway? Go ahead and say something.”

The old man was instead holding my cold wrist.

“I see numbers above everyone’s head except me.”

“Yeah. It’s bullshit again. What does that mean?”

“Sir, you hit the jackpot 3 times yesterday, right?”

“……Did you see it?”

Suddenly, the old man started looking at me with a strange look.

But her face turned slightly red.

hey.

You piece of shit.

This is a harem, not some fucking gay thing.

“Don’t blush, you piece of shit. My youth is precious.”

“If you keep nagging me, I’ll shove this in and open the door.”

“Don’t stick your head in there. It’ll move.”

“Fuck.”

It was an old man who shrank down in an instant.

The old man spoke in a gloomy voice.

“….But…you made this, you piece of shit.”

“It doesn’t matter whether it exists or not.”

“It’s really important to me. Give it back, it’s my precious head.”

“Kekekeke. It’s impossible.”

The old man was about to cry, so I scolded him even more.

Because only hardship makes people stronger.

Then the hair roots will also become stronger.

Anyway, back to the original story.

“First of all, the number above the old man’s head changed by 3.”

“The number above my head went up by 3, so I did it 3 times? That’s what I mean?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

….?

Going up again?

uh?

I spoke with trembling hands.

“Did you have sex, sir? Did you ejaculate without an erection?”

“Don’t be a jerk. I’m falling behind, for real.”

The old man spoke in a sinister voice, but that wasn’t important to me at the moment.

My youth was more important.

I made a final stand, slowly increasing the distance.

“You’re going to treat me roughly! Like an erotic doujinshi!”

“Shut your mouth!!!!!!!”

That day, the skilled hunter learned that he could tear off limbs with his bare hands.

At the same time, I also learned for the first time that it is possible to reset the movement and end of the sparring zone by repeating it.

Excessive pain surged through me, but I blurted out the words that came to mind in an instant.

“You idiot, you should’ve reset a long time ago. So hit the ceiling this time.”

“Please die.”

The last thing I saw was the sight of an old man with ghostly eyes trying to pull out my hair.

He was a poisonous bastard.

***

In the end, there was no special gain from the conversation with the old man (body 9: language 1).

But there was a bit of luck.

While waiting for the signal to go to the restaurant, a group of office workers a little ways away came into my view.

Even though it was a dark evening, you could tell that everyone was very drunk because their faces were bright red.

There I heard a conversation between an older man and a young man who looked young.

“Now that we’ve had our meal, let’s go for round two!! Where are you going, Manager Han?”

“…….Huh? Manager…..Me?”

A young man who looked considerably younger than his title asked the manager in a bewildered manner.

Instead of answering one deputy, the manager started notifying others.

“Let’s all go to the place that the representative decides for the second round!”

“No…”

When there is something to see, it is human nature to see it somehow.

I, too, was watching while glancing around.

At that moment, I saw the number above the head of a representative increase by 1.

“Oh, sir. But I have a meeting with a client tomorrow morning. Let’s stop here.”

“Oh, I knew that would happen, so I called all the client meeting staff! Let’s just have a quick meeting in the second round!!”

One deputy expressed his joy with a smile on his face and gritted teeth.

“…. I’m so touched.”

“What are you thankful for? You should do at least this much! Let’s go!”

At that moment, a red number went up above the agent’s head.

I just stared blankly at the numbers until they moved away.

***

As soon as I returned to the training ground, I told the old man about this phenomenon.

The old man spoke to me with a serious expression for the first time.

“I don’t know? ”

“You piece of shit, why are you saying that with such a serious expression?”

The old man fell into thought again.

For a moment, there was a look in his eyes that seemed to indicate that he knew something, but the answer was far from what I had expected.

“Maybe…it depends on the decision.”

“It’s so ambiguous.”

“The number is counted according to your selection.”

After hearing that, I asked for an example.

“If I decide on a route while thinking about whether to eat the right food or go to the top, does it count?”

“That’s right. And the Baekjeong bastard has to come to the top no matter what.”

?

What the hell?

How dare you go to the jungle?

“‘The enemy Fiora lives on top, what are you doing in the jungle? Jungler!!!’ Those idiots are just ignored.”

“No, that’s a real scam. It’s not a deal breaker. And why does Fiora live in the tower?”

“Since the opponent is the top, of course I should live at the top, you piece of shit.”

Then I said something that came to mind again.

I mean red numbers, not black numbers.

“Then what about the red numbers in parentheses?”

“Please use your brain. It must be an unwanted result.”

“That’s why the office worker’s expression was like death.”

It was definitely an expression that looked as pitiful as mine.

The man patted my shoulder and spoke with a bright smile.

“Don’t worry! I’ll make you a corpse soon!”

“To be honest, I still don’t have a brain, so I’m fucked up, right?”

“What the hell, you fucking idiot.”

That old man was making such a fuss over something as simple as pulling out weeds.

You are too narrow-minded.

It’s famous.

“The pores must have been narrow because the inside was narrow! They must have been plentiful even now!”

“개새끼야.”

I got beat up again.

On my way home after training, I saw a familiar face.

It was the agent I saw before going out to eat.

Manager Han was with his arm around the manager on his left and a skinny guy on his right.

I didn’t see the person on the right in the group of company employees earlier, so I thought he was probably an employee of a client company.

As if he was the type who starts to drive when he drinks, Manager Han was yelling at the top of his lungs to go to the third round.

On the other hand, the people who were arm in arm with each other looked nervous and tense.

“Han, Manager Han! It’s so late, shouldn’t we go home now?”

“Yes! Manager Han. There is no meeting tomorrow, so get some rest and come out in the afternoon!”

“No, I’ll just let you rest tomorrow, so please just end it here!”

Agent Han paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and thought.

The two people held on to a small hope and quietly looked at Han Dae-ri.

Finally, Manager Han’s mouth opened.

“If you’re resting tomorrow, then 3rd time!!! You should do it while you’re resting!! Let’s go!!!”

Hope is lost.

The two muttered in vain with dead eyes.

“That’s fucked up.”

“It looks like the relief will be a disaster.”

“Going to Marsh …

As a small side note, the next day’s news had a brief story about a break-in at the Aerospace Museum.

The trespassers were said to be three company employees.

The news reported that three men were lying unconscious in front of a model of a spaceship.

While holding a Shiba Inu in her arms.

***

I came home and started to organize my thoughts.

Black number fluctuations when predicting and acting.

Red number fluctuations due to undesirable results.

It was ambiguous.

It definitely seemed like the old man wasn’t the type to use his head.

I can’t even properly conclude one thing like this.

My IQ is 100 and your IQ is 70.

Even with an IQ of 170, it was impossible to know for sure.

The old man had no hair on either side, so he took out 30.

There is definitely a reason why IQ was subtracted by 30.

Lately, I’ve been losing my mind and crying a lot, with my hair down.

If that’s not commemorating the 30 lost IQ points, then what is it?

Eventually, I fell asleep, unsure of anything.

With the vague expectation that ‘I’ll find out someday’ hidden in a corner of my heart.