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    “How long are you going to be like this?”

    It sounded like it would be possible to get 100,000 subscribers on YouTube just by filming a vlog.

    Now, the masked girl is capturing the attention of Sichuan people. She is a beautiful woman who is hard to find wherever she goes, so it is only natural.

    If I hadn’t been the subject of pressure right now, I might have been leisurely appreciating the beauty of the masked woman and admiring it.

    In fact, there were more than one person who spoke to the masked woman on the first and second days of the strike. All of those ronin were hit in the back of the head by Yu Yu-yeon and ran away.

    Whether voluntarily or unwillingly, I had no choice but to step on the masked woman as I was there for 5 days, and there were more than a couple of times that I found myself startled because every single gesture was so fatal.

    If you ask me if it is a good situation, I have no choice but to answer that it is a good situation. More than that, the problem is that my heart is horrified. Just looking at the angles shown so far, she is an incredible, peerless beauty, so why on earth is she so obsessed with me?

    “Why are you doing this?”

    “Because I was recommended that there is no teacher like you.”

    “There are many reasons why I reject Sojeo. Firstly, because the owner of the house was a bitch about me, secondly, because he put pressure on the intermediaries and screwed me over, thirdly, because Sojeo’s beauty was so good, it was a burden to go around with him, and fourthly, Sojeo used the black spirit technique that only assassins use. It’s been 5 days since I wrote this and I haven’t shown my face at all.”

    Even though the black lips are one size fits all, they can easily cover the face, and even though this woman’s face is small, it makes no sense that no facial features other than her jawline are visible.

    [Dark Spirit Qigong] is a martial art that has the effect of doubling the power or strengthening stealth skills when learning a shadow-type martial art. It’s a martial arts skill that doesn’t stand out even if you just listen to the explanation, but you’ve been using this in front of people for 5 days? It’s a situation where your whole body is radiating suspiciousness.

    The problem is that this masked girl and Yoo Yu-yeon never seem to give up. I can’t stay like this forever.

    “Okay, let’s talk about the purpose. What do you want?”

    “I want to become the best among Sichuan ronin.”

    “To do that, you need to obtain martial arts or elixir.”

    “The strongest warrior is not necessarily the best ronin.”

    For some reason, it felt like the masked girl was laughing.

    “The request success rate since it appeared in Sacheon 7 years ago is 90%. And yet, you are the only one who is still functioning with all limbs intact. Even if you look through the short history of Sacheon ronin, there is no one like you, Hocheonan.”

    “The word best is given to those who are qualified. If you are not the best in martial arts, it is impossible to become the best ronin.”

    “That’s right. However, improving martial arts is not something that can be solved through effort. I’m always working hard, but achievement is up to the sky. Shouldn’t people do what they can?”

    Since I did nothing but play for the past 5 days, I was able to get bored with my thoughts.

    As the third day of the strike passed, I realized that this problem could not be solved simply through a strike.

    It seemed like the masked girl had no intention of giving up, so I had to come up with a plan.

    It seems that the masked woman’s determination is unusual.

    Looking at the Masked Woman’s operation and presence of the Black Spiritual Qigong, it is beyond peak. According to the general concept of the martial arts people, if a second-rate warrior is wandering around ignoring his will, it is normal to burst out in anger on the spot.

    But even after putting up with it for 5 days, he maintained a rational attitude… I don’t know why the pinnacle of Sichuan Ronin would do something like this.

    If you treat me like this, there is nothing I can’t do as a comrade in arms.

    If you follow my instructions, you will be able to manage your reputation to some extent.

    I’m reversing what I said publicly, but I don’t think any of the ronin in this room really thought I would win. In the end, Yoo Yu-yeon and I have a vertical relationship between superiors. Just as it is impossible for an employee to overcome the boss, my actions from the beginning were nothing more than resistance.

    Since we’ve been in this mess for about a week, I hope the Ronin will evaluate us as saying we fought well even though we lost. It can’t be helped that it will end up being a joke for a while.

    What should I do? This is Eul’s sadness.

    If I have no choice but to become a defeated Eul, I will become a Eul with a peerless beauty by my side.

    At this point, isn’t it actually a win?

    My Sojogi tried to take over my brain, but I overpowered it by shaking my head.

    “Hmm…”

    I have already lived in Hocheonan for eight years.

    A year after falling into the martial world, I reached the limit of second-rate, and for two years I did everything in my power to overcome that wall. And it all failed.

    So, I was holding my breath while training my gambling skills.

    But after meeting Yeo Il-ye, this holding my breath ended.

    It was said that you would die if your reputation level increased compared to your level, but that did not mean that you would die immediately as soon as your reputation level increased.

    Shall we compare it to a game? I don’t even know when I will die. Maybe it’ll be a few days, maybe it’ll last ten or twenty years. However, if I had to choose a loading point where I would have to start the game over again due to a bad ending or game over, it would definitely be before I met Yeo Il-ye.

    As of now, I have just passed that point.

    Now, the name Hocheonan is mentioned and mentioned somewhere, and people are aware of my existence.

    The same goes for the masked girl in front of me, and the pseudonym who arranged this masked girl.

    My name was famous, and because of that, people who wanted something from me appeared before me. The masked girl must have appeared in front of me to need me or to find out something, and Yoo Yu-yeon must have had some expectations or modified her reputation about me because of this incident, as she was just one of the ronin people at the ronin house.

    People like this will continue to appear in the future, and one day they will get caught up and be in danger for such things.

    And while trying to overcome that risk, one day you will fail and face an ending you don’t want to remember.

    If I hadn’t rolled the snowball, nothing would have happened, but now the snowball has left the ridge. Even if I use my powers to slow down the speed at which the snow rolls, the snowball that has begun to roll will one day become too big for me to handle and crush me.

    To avoid being crushed by that snowball, I had to fly higher than the second level.

    So, I was thinking that someday I would have to try my hand at winning.

    And isn’t now the time to raise the stakes?

    It is true that even after becoming a ronin and using every possible means for two years, he was unable to find a way to break through the second class. But the situation now is different from then. She holds Yeo Il-ye’s silver trophy and Masked Girl will also be working with her for a while. If the situation arises, wouldn’t it be possible to borrow Yu Yu-yeon’s power?

    I don’t think there will ever be another opportunity to move experts like this in a situation where the level is second-class.

    The problem is also the price.

    To what extent does the masked woman think of the value of Hocheonan in sincerity mode?

    Will that woman from the village be able to pay the stake appropriate for this Hocheonan gamble of a lifetime?

    “Yes. How do you plan to settle the account?”

    “What do you want?”

    “I have what you want, but would you like to guess?”

    A thirsty person digs a well. proposal? A hungry person should do that. There is a price in mind, but you have to accept the offer first.

    -I will give you a summons.

    “Not enough.”

    The masked woman was silent.

    Summoning party.

    There are many elixirs in the martial arts world, but if you survey the preferences for elixirs sold by each sect, the first place among them will probably be shaman or Shaolin. It is not preferred simply because it was created by Shaolin or a shaman.

    Shamans and Shaolin sects have a very high level of accumulated training skills, regardless of the reputation of the sect. And, above all, it is possible to create an elixir that is closest to the natural spirit, regardless of the characteristics of the inner strength.

    No matter how good the elixir is, if I can’t drink it, it’s just a pie in the sky.

    Summondan and Taegeukhwan, which are so close to nature that anyone can eat them, have value beyond their efficacy in improving internal energy in that they are stable and versatile.

    Since the most important elixirs such as Daehwandan are not sold outside, the best elixirs that can be purchased with money are Shaolin’s Summoning Dan or Shaman’s Taegeukwan. In reality, those are the two best elixirs that can be purchased with currency in the game.

    In order to purchase elixirs higher than the level summoned, you need the contribution of the relevant sect. Simply put, it means that you must become the benefactor of the clan.

    Anyway, back to the story of the summoning group. If you eat the summoning group, any second-rate person can become a first-rate person. okay. Except me.

    In my current state, even if I were to swallow the Grand Phantom Dan instead of the Summoning Dan, I wouldn’t be able to become top class.

    In my situation, it is better to receive money in return than to receive it through a summons.

    “I guess that’s fine. There is only one thing you have to pay for the request. My past.”

    “…What does it mean?”

    “My birth. lineage. Knowing that is my condition.”

    The reason my limit was fixed at second-rate was because of [mixed blood].

    Final stage -?

    It would have been at least -1, so it would have risen to first-class samurai.

    Mixed blood, meanness guaranteed by heaven. This is the biggest obstacle blocking me right now. What on earth is this mixed blood? I don’t think I know everything about this world of martial arts, but still, cutting off the final level is a ridiculous penalty.

    It’s impossible that I’ve been playing this game for over 10 years and haven’t heard or seen such a feature. There is definitely something to this mixed blood trait.

    I must understand and destroy this trait.

    But I don’t know this Hocheonan’s past. It’s just that one day he got hit by a truck and became the character of 15-year-old Ho Cheon-an.

    The masked woman is silent. Well, that woman probably didn’t expect me to ask for information.

    The way he was staring at me made me think he was embarrassed, thinking, ‘How did you know I came from an intelligence organization?’

    However, he showed off his skills in the dark, such as black spirit qigong, and said with his own mouth that he knew hidden information, such as the status of Sichuan Longin’s request. If he leaked clues like this, wouldn’t it be normal to assume that he came from an intelligence organization?

    The true intentions of the masked woman, who was completely covering her eyes with black spirit qigong, were unknown, and the masked woman, who had been thinking about it for quite some time, nodded.

    “I don’t know if I’ll ever know, but…I promise I’ll do my best.”

    “Okay, let’s assume that’s what we’ve agreed on.”

    For now, I nodded.

    If that woman really doesn’t know my past, the day will never come when I teach her everything, so she’ll have to figure it out on her own.

    “Then. Let’s talk more comfortably from now on. What should I call you from now on? Shouldn’t you at least tell me what to call you by?”

    “….Please call me cat.”

    “Good. From today onwards you will be called Black Cat. I will not accept any complaints.”

    “The tone is not good…”

    “Isn’t this the name you chose? Anyway…okay…please take care of me for a while.”

    I held out my hand. The black cat stared at my hand for a while and then took my hand, as there was a custom of handshaking that did not exist in Central Park.

    I became a colleague with a woman named Heukmyo, who didn’t know anything.

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