Chapter 77

Episode 77

A room with only two left.

Sumire was glancing at Shin Yoo-seong with an expectant face.

‘Yoo Yoo-seong... in my room!’

A face that I can’t help but be happy with.

Sumire was the type to show her feelings through her expression. However, unlike Sumire, who had a field of flowers in her head, Yoosung Shin was full of thoughts about the attack.

“Now then, shall we have a meeting about clearing the dungeon?”

“Ah yes!”

Sumire suddenly came to her senses and sat in front of Shin Yuseong. However, every time Shin Yoo-sung’s eyes met, a pleasant laugh flowed out.

“Ah hehe...”

“Sumire. The Castle of Dreams is a dungeon with many familiars, starting with the boss mob, the succubus. Of course, there are undead monsters among them.”

Sumire had the [Call of the Dead] skill that allowed her to control undead monsters by consuming a certain amount of mana. At least against undead monsters, Sumire’s ability is invincible.

Of course, even among the undead, the powerful boss-level monster could not be controlled even with Sumire’s ability. The opponent was just a familiar.

“So the most important thing in clearing this dungeon is the arrangement of the team members.”

At Shin Yuseong’s explanation, Sumire nodded.

“My me! You have to go to a place where there are many undead monsters, right?”

“huh. But the Castle of Dreams is a huge dungeon. It is impossible to mark all the numbers of your familiars and count them on the pocket map.”

Shin Yoo-seong touched the pocket. The interior of the dream castle was unfolded as a hologram. This is a hologram map made by the existing selection team. Shin Yoo-seong touched the entrance with his hand.

“So you have to choose your starting point well. Sumire, I want you to start through the passage on the left.”

Sumire’s eyes immediately widened at Shin Yuseong’s explanation.

“Oh me! all right! The passage on the left is the only one connected to all places... including the basement!”

When it comes to writing, Sumire is an extraordinary honor student. His understanding was the best among Shin Yuseong’s party members.

“that’s right. Make a skull with the hair I lend you, and call the number of undead using artifacts and abilities.”

Yoosung Shin pointed his index finger at the central aisle marked on the hologram.

“And I’ll meet you here.”

Sumire, who had been quietly listening to the strategy, glanced at Shin Yoo-seong’s hair.

“That Yooseong. That’s...”

“Huh? Are there any problems?”

Let Shin Yuseong tilt his head. Sumire waved her hand.

“Oh no! As for the problem... It’s just... I used up all my hair in the previous raid...”

Sumire used the last remaining hair she received from the ship when attacking the shoal dragon. However, he never picked up hair without Shin Yoo-seong’s permission.

It was because I was afraid that I would be hated for feeling bad like I was in middle school.

Let Sumire muster up the courage to speak. Shin Yooseong smiled slightly.

“Tell me that anytime. Did you say that the longer the hair, the better the effect?”

Having said that, Shin Yooseong untied the ribbon. Unusually long, loose hair. Sumire nodded with a bewildered face.

“Yes... that’s right. Then would it be all right if I brushed it?”

Even Shin Yoo-seong’s hair was precious to Sumire. So I never wanted to force it.

“huh. doesn’t care.”

Let Shin Yuseong give permission. Sumire brought a comb from the drawer.

“Mr. Yoo Yooseong! or feel bad Oh, if it hurts... please tell me?”

Sumire knelt down behind Shin Yuseong and sat reverently. Sumire brushes slowly from top to bottom.

‘I’m going to comb Yooseong’s hair...’

The hair was enough after a few brushes, but Sumire didn’t stop.

A situation where Shin Yoo-seong, whom he longs for, brings to his house and combs his hair himself. Sumire couldn’t stop.

‘This scent. The same shampoo as me...’

Shin Yooseong uses the shared shampoo provided to Seven Number’s dormitory. It was obvious that the two had the same shampoo, but Sumire smirked.

‘If time stopped...’

It wasn’t just combing.

Sumire wanted to stay with Shin Yoo-seong and her own house. But that’s only possible when you become a real ‘family’, not a party member or colleague.

“Sumire. Is this enough?”

Let’s tie the ribbon again Yoosung Shin. Sumire muttered with a sad face.

“Ah yes! I think this would be enough. thank you Yoosung.”

But then, Sumire’s gaze turned to Shin Yoo-seong’s hand. Shin Yoo-seong’s fingernails were not long, but were visible at first glance.

Sumire pursed her lips and pondered for a while before summoning courage.

“That... Yoo Yooseong?”

“huh?”

“My me! Can I cut the cow’s nails too!?”

momentary silence.

Cold sweat broke out on Sumire’s silent face.

“Fingernail?”

Let Shin Yoo-seong be puzzled. Sumire started muttering excuses with a puzzled face.

Let the father, Lee Seong-hwan, frown. Lee Si-hyeok stepped back. Lee Seong-hwan was an authoritative man even to his family.

But that’s authority that comes from ability.

Lee Seong-hwan is the president of City Guard, which is in charge of public security in Korea. He was the person who commanded the anti-terrorism hunter unit, one of the most powerful armed forces in Korea.

“With your current capabilities, no matter how hard you try, you will end up as a third-rate hunter. At this rate, life is all about laying down the bottom for others.”

There was no anger in Lee Seong-hwan’s voice. He really believed that.

“But if you listen to me, the outcome is different. didn’t you say Your talent that I created is... tsk I wish I had just followed my brother and quietly applied for City Guard.”

Lee Seong-hwan looks down at Lee Si-woo with insensitive eyes. Seonah Lee, the second daughter, clicked her tongue next to her

and approached.

Lee Seon-ah looked at her sister, Lee Si-woo, and smiled.

“I heard you still carry a toy bow with you on out-of-school activities?”

Lee Si-woo smiled brightly at Lee Seon-ah’s sarcastic tone.

“Ah~ How is my bow? Did I go to the competition too?”

“why? Why do you use a gun you’ve used since childhood and choose a bow?”

Annoyed Seonah Lee’s question.

Lee Si-woo thought deeply and then opened his mouth.

“That’s right...”

Lee Si-woo sighs while speaking. Lee Si-woo, who had only laughed so far, took something out of his pocket.

Saaak.

The blue particles gathered to create a simple-looking pistol. Actually, the type of gun didn’t matter. Siwoo Lee’s pocket contained dozens of guns of each type.

In fact, Siwoo Lee’s refusal to use a gun was for a more instinctive reason.

cold feeling.

As I grabbed the gun, Siwoo Lee flooded in old memories.

very young.

Lee Si-woo forcibly learned how to use this cold lump of iron.

It was all my father’s greed.

Lee Si-woo’s characteristic clairvoyance was only F-class, but Lee Seong-hwan knew about it.

The only reason clairvoyance was measured at a low level was by the association’s standards. It was because of the halfway reason that there was no killing power.

In the end, the solution Sunghwan Lee came up with was simple. Filling in the missing part of Lee Si-woo’s characteristics.

Lee Seong-hwan said to the young Lee Si-woo with a blunt face.

[...If there is a person with eyes that see through all directions. What if it even has lethal power?]

The result is a gun.

Lee Si-woo learned to shoot from the age of 7. Instead of building memories, he accumulated knowledge about guns in his head.

[Make concentric circles with the scale and the scale.]

[Think of it as a criminal’s head! It’s all going to explode!]

As Lee Seong-hwan thought, Lee Si-woo’s trait [Clairsight] was more suitable for marksmanship than any other trait.

At the age of 9, he hit a target over a kilometer with a rifle.

Lee Si-woo was the best gunman that even Lee Seong-hwan, the apex of City Guard, acknowledged.

Actually, the villain suppression gun used by the anti-terrorist unit. With the gun used for monster hunting, Lee Si-woo was confident that he would win no matter who he faced.

Where to aim to inflict fatal wounds. Where should I aim to make it impossible to move? Lee Si-woo already knew everything.

However, Lee Si-woo did not use a gun.

“If you use a gun...”

A voice that was locked as if it were someone else’s. Lee Si-woo looked over his family with insensitive eyes resembling his father.

“It reminds me of very disgusting memories.”

Lee Si-woo, who grabbed the gun, stopped laughing. As if his personality had changed, even his tone of voice had changed.

“Look Carefully. sister. If you want to see my marksmanship like that, I’ll show you.”

bang!!

Lee Si-woo firing towards the ceiling.

visor! Zeng!

A chandelier fell from the ceiling.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“A super gun!?”

Guests screaming and bewildered.

Seonghwan Lee frowned, but Siwoo Lee did not stop. Rather, he continued to fire bullets with insensitive eyes.

bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!

When all the bullets were fired at regular intervals, the ceiling chandeliers all fell off. As soon as I grabbed the gun, the person changed.

‘...that’s annoying.’

Lee Si-woo, who came out of the banquet hall, checked the pocket.

What you see on the background screen is a picture taken with the party members at the picnic. Lee Si-woo thought while blowing the smoke coming out of the gun.

‘also.’

It’s the first time I’ve ever felt such a sentimental feeling while holding a gun. The pistol Lee Siu was holding turned into particles and disappeared into his pocket.

‘...I should have gone to Japan together.’