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“It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.”

The moment Cheok Jun-gyeong opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, he realized that he was in an unfamiliar place.

“This is….”

“Junkyeong!!”

A man with a familiar face running towards him.

If you look back on your memories –

“President of the Association.”

There was no need to search, Cheok Jun-gyeong’s memory was still the same.

“Did I lose consciousness?”

“Yes.”

“What about the game?”

“……Yes, you lose.”

Cheok Jun-kyung tried to smile at the president of the association, who had a miserable expression on his face.

“I expected it, but I ended up losing overwhelmingly. Haha, totally… a black dragon. Isn’t that a scam?”

“How about dealing with him in person?”

“…It’s ambiguous.”

“Ambiguous?”

“There was so much magical power. I also tend to have a lot of mana among the S-classes, and I recovered as much mana as I could from the Great Blade before it was taken away, but the ability Doblin used burned up all of my mana.”

Cheok Jun-gyeong stretched out his hand forward.

“Look. Is it still like that?”

Pushy.

I tried to gather magical power at my fingertips and release it, but only white smoke came out.

“Zenloss…?”

“It’s not ZenLos. Just a promotion to exhaustion… Wait, what happened to the game now?”

“After the game, it’s time for a break. The next game hasn’t even started yet.”

“I think I slept for a few hours.”

“…About 30 minutes have passed. Since you turned into ashes in the stadium.”

The president of the association pointed his Taegeuk watch at the TV, mirrored it, and uploaded a photo.

“Wow.”

Cheok Jun-gyeong, stretched out over the stadium, had his whole body burnt black.

In fact, it looked as if it was a small corpse that had been burned by fire, and if it were not for the stadium, it would have been the equivalent of an unidentified body whose form was unrecognizable.

“It penetrated the magic shield and directly reached the skin.”

“If it wasn’t for Baridegi, you would have stayed in that state by now.”

“…Then you must have adjusted your strength.”

Cheok Jun-gyeong lamented as he touched his smooth fingers and cheek.

“Burns it to the point where it does not die completely…”

“Perhaps….”

“I learned what it means to die by fire. Haha….”

Cheok Jun-gyeong suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

It seemed like his brain was automatically sending out all kinds of signals telling him to forget the feeling of being eaten by a black flame dragon, and Cheok Jun-gyeong clutched his chest and exhaled heavily.

“Whoo, whoo. What happened to Doblin?”

“As soon as the game ended, I went straight to the waiting room. They say that all interviews will be conducted through the American Association, so in reality, they won’t say anything. Jun-kyung.”

The president of the association looked at the others around him and inside the hospital room, then lowered his voice.

“In your opinion, did that man look like a goblin?”

“……Well, wouldn’t it be easier to just think of it as a goblin?”

Cheok Jun-gyeong shrugged his shoulders with a liberated face.

“All the scenarios that the Association President predicted last time, you will feel at ease if you just discard them all and think of Doblin as a goblin.”

“Then what about Do Ji-hwan?”

“That too is a goblin. Just think that all people in the world with the word ‘do’ in them are goblins. Then you won’t have a headache and your hair won’t fall out…”

At that moment, the president of the association turned his head to the side.

“…Why do you react like that as soon as you say hair?”

“……That.”

“Now that I think about it, something has been missing since a while ago… Wait a minute. Where is my Taegeuk watch? No, just…”

Cheok Jun-gyeong closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and spoke in as calm a voice as possible.

“Please bring me a mirror.”

“…….”

click.

“Is this the answer?”

“……After.”

Cheok Jun-gyeong put his hand on his head.

At that place.

“It’s all burned.”

there was nothing.

“Even the eyebrows.”

“……Junkyeong. Well, is it possible for someone with special abilities to get a hair transplant or something like that? So-”

“A.”

Cheok Jun-kyung.

“If you say you become a devil because your hair and eyebrows are all burned off, you can’t be a hero in Korea.”

He continued speaking calmly and in a hollow voice.

“You should think of it as karma. Or, since he shaved his head, it was a monk concept… Ha.”

I raised my head towards the ceiling and laughed helplessly.

“Still, I’m glad it’s not a pigtail.”

Somehow I don’t know.

Cheok Jun-gyeong felt like the ceiling was blurry, and he lay down on the bed.

* * *

Game over.

Doblin, landslide victory.

“Maybe it’s because I’m Jeongbae, but I haven’t heard much.”

“When I bet on myself.”

“It was made using Do Ji-hwan’s account, so it’s not really him?”

After the game, I entered the waiting room and canceled my union with Hye-ra Yoon.

“Anyway, thank you. Thanks to this, I can freely use my flame-type abilities.”

“I also enjoyed being able to use fireworks in a new way thanks to you. High five.”

Sigh.

Hye-ra Yoon entered her body again, and we celebrated our victory.

“But it feels a little different from what you usually use? It didn’t seem like I changed simply because I was liberated from a child to an adult.”

“Of course. Because I borrowed the power of the constellation.”

“You’re the leader.”

“This is why it’s hard to have a conversation with someone who hasn’t seen the constellations.”

If you have seen the constellations, there is no need to explain what it means to borrow power from the constellations.

“It won’t work. I’ll have to contact the team under Cheon Ju-yeon later and pressure them to use some constellations.”

“…I still can’t figure out what it is, but you’re saying I borrowed power from the leader?”

“Okay. The ‘Dark Demon Dragon’, the being that people recognize as the ruler of the organization.”

Black Dragon.

I just added Yoon Hye-ra’s color, ‘firework’.

“Things aren’t the only thing that can be made with a goblin bat. You can create as many things as you want with this ability? If only I understood this ability.”

“So, that black flame dragon…’Black Flame Dragon’… Sigh, no. I’ll just not think about anything.”

I gave up on the idea of Yoon Hye-ra.

“I’ll be satisfied with just burning Cheok Jun-kyung’s hair.”

“It’s probably not just the hair that was burned.”

“Okay then. Oppa, this is probably the first in the world?”

Yoon Hye-ra created flames in both hands.

“A flame that burns even the roots of a person with superpowers.”

“Ah.”

this.

“Do you know that the technical term for something like that is ‘kinpai’?”

“You showed me this ability while in unity, but did you really think that I, the pinnacle of pyromancer, would not be able to realize this? Hahang.”

Hye-ra Yoon grinned as she played with a very dangerous firework like a circus ball toss.

“The flame attaches to each hair and then goes down to the root of the hair, burning only the roots. If you create a flame with the same wavelength as the opponent’s mana, you can penetrate the shield and access underneath the skin….”

“Everything was robbed.”

“Not everything was robbed. It’s a bit difficult to understand that it creates a spark that matches the magic wave.”

Hye-ra Yoon flicked a dangerous flame onto her forearm.

“You’ll need some practice. To make all villains and prisoners who rebel against society have bodies that will never grow hair.”

Naturally, the flame died down, and Yoon Hye-ra sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs.

“No. In the future, will there be loyal customers who will unconditionally buy the hair growth product? Did you develop this ability for that purpose?”

“No way.”

That is not the purpose.

There is a more fundamental purpose, and there are parts of that purpose that are difficult to talk about.

“Hye-ra. As for this ability, the more earnestly you wish for it, the more likely it is to come true, right?”

“Oppa desperately wants to go bald?”

“No.”

The goal is not to bald, but to get rid of something else.

“The CEO likes that kind of thing.”

“Skinhead?”

“…….”

For the honor of the commander-in-chief, I decided not to say anything.

* * *

At that time, America. Phenix City underground.

“This is….”

“Welcome. In the ‘library’, the information center of the people.”

Ymir was mesmerized by the large underground library he came down to after being guided by the commander.

“I think it’s bigger than the stadium where the World Cup is currently being held.”

“Of course. It’s a library of death. Do you keep one copy of every book published in the world?”

The bookshelf consists of dozens of levels, and the hundreds of bookshelves on those dozens of levels are lined up in a row.

The number of books is too numerous to simply say hundreds of thousands or millions of books.

“Books increase as time goes by. I preserve all those books and keep them here. For the memory of the world.”

“That’s amazing. Is it to pass it on to future generations?”

“There are things like that, but they are all records. A record of knowledge compiled by humans who became the masters of this world.”

The leader lightly tapped his temple.

“Dinosaurs could not write books like this because they could not develop their own language, but humans created books in such a variety of languages. That’s how I keep it.”

“Dinosaur…?”

“Well, it’s just a passing comment. The real purpose of bringing you here is this.”

The leader pointed to a special-looking bookshelf in one corner of the library.

“This is…?”

“Husband’s hobby room.”

“…….”

“Don’t look at me so warmly? I’m the one who put chimbal first?”

“…….”

Ymir’s eyes were still half-closed, but the commander just chuckled and opened the door to the gold-lit room.

“…is it normal?”

The room looked like just a small room in an apartment.

“Rather, it seems small…”

“It’s like a hobby room created by remodeling the space inside the dressing room.”

A very small space compared to the size of the entire bookshelf.

There was just a recliner for you to lie down on, a bookshelf with numerous hardcover books, and an e-book reader on the nightstand.

“This is the goblin’s favorite place. It is also a place filled with the wind of goblins.”

“This…a narrow place?”

“Because it is narrow, it is actually a better place. And it is also a space where goblins’ dreams can come true.”

The leader lay down on the recliner and picked up a book.

“For reference, here.”

Rattling.

“Can something like this work?”

The moment the gunner operated the device, a space was created where the gunner could put his legs into the waist area where he was sitting.

“Do you know what the goblin’s wind is?”

“……Hmm. You liked this kind of thing.”

The corners of Ymir’s eyes were curved like half moons.

“It’s a patriotic pavilion.”