episode_0049

If someone asked me if I knew much about martial arts, I could answer with confidence.

no. Called.

I’ve only read a few works that people say you should read at least once if you like web novels, and even those were so extensive that I could only read up to the middle.

Also, isn’t such a famous work not the traditional martial arts that is often referred to?

Occasionally, if you look at the comment window, there are pseudo-Mulim people yelling that this is not authentic martial arts.

I didn’t know what orthodox martial arts was, but it seemed to have strict standards.

Although I was lured into the martial arts world by the reward, worries came to me later on.

Since there were so many different types of martial arts, I hoped it would be something I could understand.

The first thing that caught my eye after entering the quest was a huge marketplace full of people.

And I was able to immediately experience the effectiveness of the translation skills I had acquired.

“I wonder why there are so many damn people…”

” Man, this is a good thing for business people like us, why are you complaining so much? ”

“Ah! You have to have a place to put up a mat so you can sell something!”

“…Jo, if you go a little further inside-”

I watched two men carrying large luggage on their shoulders pass by me.

It was strange.

Even though it was obviously a language I didn’t know, I understood everything.

It felt like we could even talk.

“This is not a translation ㅡ”

Isn’t it closer to interpretation?

Or is it possible to read or write as much as it is called translation?

“…”

Time will tell.

I walked around the marketplace, almost getting swept away by the crowd.

Martial arts world was actually centered on China, so this crowd was understandable.

“Oh…”

Even though I was being pushed around, I didn’t miss the scenery around me.

I went on many quests, but this time I felt like I was in a new world.

All quests so far were basically based on modern times.

A world with electricity and roads that I know well.

But it was different here.

Every time I took a step, everything I saw was different from modern times.

Cloth clothes from passers-by and clothes made of colorful silk.

Weapons such as swords and spears were casually tied to the waist.

A young-looking child was also seen walking through the crowd of people with a small dagger strapped to his waist.

When I came to my senses, I realized that my clothes were no different from theirs.

There was also an unfamiliar sword tied to his waist.

A huge tidal wave of people passed through the market and headed one step forward.

Then he approached the back of a long line and naturally stopped.

As I was swept along by the crowd, I seemed to have accidentally joined a long line.

What on earth is this line for?

I was curious, and it smelled like a quest, so I stood in line and looked around.

“Phew… I’m nervous.”

“Tension is unconditional for us, right?”

As you go up the stairs, the proportion of merchants and women gradually decreases, and the proportion of men with weapons increases.

And as I climbed up the stairs, I saw a wide open space and people filling it.

For some reason, a man sitting at a table and writing down something intently caught my eye.

Just looking at him, he was giving off an energy that said, ‘I’m tired.’

When the man made eye contact with me, he asked softly.

“…Are you a candidate?”

“Yes?”

“I asked if you would participate in the Muhak Hall admission screening.”

“…Yes.”

I’m not sure, but I answered it half-heartedly.

Still, this direction will be correct.

I was convinced when I saw the candidates standing in the front row of that vacant lot.

Those guys are the main characters.

Not only did he have a different atmosphere and appearance than ordinary people, but he was also overflowing with individuality.

It was always like that.

No matter what story or quest, the protagonist, his surroundings, and the heroines always had outstanding looks and personalities.

If that was the case in this world, it seemed like this place, Muhak Hall, would be the main stage for this quest.

But-

“…What is Muhakkwan?”

The man who handed me a number with ‘421’ written on it looked me up and down as if I was puzzled.

“…Muhakkwan is a place to learn martial arts… Next.”

He looked at me pitifully, as if I were a poor person, and after briefly telling me about Muhakkwan, he spoke to someone else.

I hung a number tag on my chest.

This seemed like a sign that I was a test taker.

It’s a place to learn martial arts.

After hearing that, this huge vacant lot, the old man standing on a high platform in the distance, and the sturdy men around him began to look a little different.

They must all be martial artists who use martial arts.

“Ah. Attention!”

A sturdy man climbed up onto the stage and shouted in a loud voice.

The vacant lot, which had been buzzing to the point of being a bit noisy, suddenly became quiet.

And the gaze was focused on the man on the podium.

The reason why people were able to focus their attention like this was because of the intimidating feeling the man exuded.

Wouldn’t this be the exact reaction when a bear appears in a cafe?

For fear that even the slightest movement or sound would irritate the bear, no action can be taken, and everyone just looks at the bear with a tense expression.

It looked like that.

It’s not that it wasn’t, but now that I look at it, the man looks similar to a bear.

“From now on, when your number is called, come to the front of the podium and perform with confidence!”

I am a confident herbivore.

Clearly, Chosik refers to martial arts movements.

And of course there was no way I could have that.

I became troubled by a sudden difficulty.

Even at that moment, the bear-like man called out numbers 1 to 5.

“Isn’t the author a disciple of the Shaman faction?”

“I heard that you were kicked out of Cheonmuhakkwan due to the issue of impure sex…”

“You came from Namgung Sega too!”

“No, why are there people like this at the Human Resources Development Center…”

“Next to that, the volcanic wave!”

“…”

I glanced at the two men who were making a fuss and explaining things one by one.

Sometimes I see characters in martial arts magazines who make a fuss by telling all the information like that, but I never thought they would actually exist.

Honestly, I was grateful.

I had no idea who it was, but I had a general idea.

If you look closely, it turns out that those two people weren’t the only ones doing this.

Every time someone whose number was called came out, everyone around them would give various information as if they knew at least one more thing.

And when number 5 was called, the talkative people became quiet.

“That person…”

“Wow…”

Skin as white as snow, white hair, and mysterious blue eyes.

In addition, there is an elegant body movement that gives a feeling of elegance.

The sharp, frost-like gaze was not a disadvantage, and the gold-decorated silk clothes were not an advantage either.

It was such beauty.

“Seolyoung…”

Someone called her name and that’s when she realized it.

That woman was the target of this quest.

“Now! Let’s get started!”

As the bear-like man shouted, candidates 1 through 5 swung their respective weapons.

“Ah.”

Something was different.

Even though I had no idea what martial arts was, I could tell that what those five people were showing right now was something out of the ordinary.

I could feel that they were handling the weapon as if it were their body, and perhaps it was due to their internal strength, but they were unable to withstand their herbivore, and I could see dark sword marks carved into the hard ground.

Watching them eating herbivores somehow made me keep swallowing dry saliva.

Of course, the outcome was determined.

“All passed. Next.”

Next, names 6 to 15 were called.

This time, more test takers took the test at the same time.

Among them, there was a dropout.

Although there was only one person.

The problem was what happened next.

“Nos. 16 to 50.”

Now they have started calling people in large numbers.

It’s probably because there’s nothing to look at in detail.

In fact, out of the many applicants, only two passed.

After that, there were no successful applicants from numbers 51 to 100.

“I don’t know…”

Will I really be able to pass?

Sometimes, people who seemed like they would fail passed and people who seemed like they would pass failed.

I didn’t know the standards.

Maybe inner strength is important.

At least I don’t have inner energy, and I can’t feel it.

As my turn approached, my anxiety only grew.

As many people showed up at the same time and the test was conducted in an instant, empty spaces began to appear in the vacant lot within a few tens of minutes.

“From 401 to 450!”

I checked the number 421 written on my chest and went to stand in front of the podium.

On top of the podium was an old man with a white beard that seemed to reach down to his navel and a man who resembled a bear, and behind them were the successful candidates and several older-looking adults staring intently.

“Start!”

As the man spoke, the people around him simultaneously swung their weapons with confident movements.

I also took out my sword.

It was a good sword with great sharpness.

I never thought the day would come when I would actually be able to wield a sword like this.

It’s a move I’m confident in.

No matter how much I thought about it, all I could remember in recent weeks was the action of cutting off the heads of zombies.

I adjusted my posture with the feeling of “I don’t know,” and swung my sword as best as I could.

Thinking there was a zombie in front of me, I swung as fast and hard as I could.

If I swung half-heartedly, the sword would make a sound when it hit the zombie’s neck, so I couldn’t slow down.

And no other noise was tolerated.

The only thing allowed was the sound of the wind blowing.

It was the only skill I learned in the harsh zombie world.

As expected, it was a different feeling from the black jungle.

I felt a whistling sensation as if the air was being cut.

And above all, I could feel the synergy between the speed and strength at level 3 and the weapon skill at level 4.

Right now, I felt like I could cut off the head of a bear, not a zombie.

Suddenly, with that thought in mind, I looked at a man who resembled a bear.

The man was looking down at himself.

And as soon as our eyes met, we faced reality.

After all, it would be too much for a bear, right?

“Stop. I will call the successful candidate.”

The man slowly looked around at the test takers and said.

“No. 421 passed. The rest are eliminated.”

Fortunately, I was able to pass.