147 Dad's too strong. Episode 146.

a foggy mountain range

There was a cabin built on top of the mountain.

It was the house of the third-largest transcendental seat in the hierarchy, the place where the criticality dwells.

The Wei Zhonggi reads a book in front of the Horong Fire, and finds out that a flag is coming this way, so he covers the book for a while and gets up from his seat.

Boom!

The identity of the uninvited guest was Kiriel.

Kiriel, the sixth in the throne of transcendence, used to come to the Wei Zhonggi whenever he could.

Although the fact was very annoying, the Wei Zhonggi was rather on the opponent's side.

"Great news! Big news!"

a very excited voice

The critical period, however, seems uninterested.

I opened the book again and started reading.

"Big news!"

Ignoring himself, Cyriel approached Wi Joong-ki, who was again opening the book, and fumbled in front of him.

"Shoes."

"Huh?"

The Wei Zhonggi pointed out that Kieriel came up to the main room in his shoes.

The clean floor was quickly covered with dust, and Kiriel scratched his head as if he was sorry and gestured.

Shoot him!

At that moment the wind rose and all the dust was swept out.

Kiriel took off his shoes and came back into the bedroom.

"So. What is it this time?"

"It is said that Amon is dead. I checked and it was deleted from the ranking board."

Indeed, big news was right that Amon was dead.

He was one of the most profound demons in the world.

But Wi Joong-ki, who wasn't very interested in the hegemonic struggle, was only a "reference."

There was not much direct contact.

"According to rumors, Amon is on Earth!"

"Then it's obvious who died. Lately, you've been well aware of the rumor that you'll die on Earth."

Amon also belonged to the strong axis of the heart.

Is there anything on Earth that can kill such an almon?

After all, human beings would never be able to do that.

Except for one.

"Is he the king of the earth?"

"It is also called Chunma. That's what I called him."

"And then you said you were once under the king of the earth. Is that true?"

He once said that he was a resident of a place called Jungwon before coming to the center.

It was said that he belonged to a group led by Lee Do-jun, the king of the prefecture.

I'm sure you've heard at first sight that the group's name is Chunma Protestant.

"Yes, I was a member of the Celestial Divinity."

There were five armed groups in the Temple of Heaven.

Among them, Muyeongdae served as a secret agent and inspector.

Originally, it was a elite group that only the top students of the Heuksal School could enter.

After the last graduation from the Black Death Academy was confirmed, Do-jun's teaching was improved and he was able to enter the school with the recommendation of the owner of Muyeongdaeju.

"Muyeong.... ...I don't know what it is, but anyway. He's a great guy to be with the King of the Earth, right?"

At that time, Kiriel seemed to have a good idea.

With a grin, he clung close to the crane and handed something over.

It was a consumptive artifact that amplifies mana.

Something that is not like a relic, but still quite scarcity.

"Let me know if the King of the Earth has any weakness. Then I'll give you this."

Wi Joong-ki, who looked at Kiriel's stupid face as if he was pathetic.

With a sigh, he removed the rainbow dip from his face.

"There can't be such a thing."

"There must be one or two weaknesses. You don't know, do you?"

"At least, I felt no weakness in him."

"Chet."

It's a shame.

Kiriel, who kicked his tongue.

I stopped trying to gather the artifact in my arms.

"Tell me the story of your life with the King of the Earth. I wonder."

The crane ignored Kiriel.

I started to finish reading the book I was reading.

Kiriel made a look of boredom and lay down on the floor.

I'm angry!

The crane watching the whistle blow.

Unknowingly, I remembered when I was in the midfield.

"That."

When Wei Zhonggi was a Jihak. It was when I was a cadet of the Black Death Academy.

***

a roaring roar

the main post of the Black Death School

On that day, the cadets' overall ranking was announced.

the order of force against the cadres of more than 200 cadres

It was the final ranking to be announced ahead of the graduate degree.

"......."

It ranked 207th (위

That was the ranking of the critical period.

Last of all cadets, last of all.

Wi Joong-ki was one of the dullest in some quarters, as he had never missed the last place for three years.

'Jegiral.'

Three years of hard academic life.

He had nothing accomplished.

Among the cadres, the critical period had been a laughing stock.

It's not that I didn't try.

However, no matter how hard I try, I've always been in place.

At some point the critical period came to no effort.

Swoosh.

Look at the motive of standing in front of the bulletin board.

Han Jung-pyeong, the genius of geniuses who have never missed the top spot.

Rumor has it that he will be the next prime minister candidate.

The first and last places were in one place, moreover, misery was pushed in.

"If you graduate first, you'll be able to see the principal in person."'

You can see the heavenly horse for yourself.

It was like a dream for the Black Death Academy cadets.

It is no wonder that those who knew what the heavenly horse was doing, either in large numbers or in good law.

The rest of the teachers were never met and didn't know what they looked like.

"Now there's only a test left."

"That's not reflected in the grades, let's do it half-heartedly.

"But isn't that what you see the most when you get a job?"

"You won't even get through the first floor anyway. What."

The cadets chattered among themselves.

The cancerous march was the last test for pre-graduates at the Black Death School.

A test that passes through the truth spread in a five-story building.

But the difficulty was so difficult that most of them fell from the first floor.

The highest record among all the black-blooded scholars of all time is the second floor.

Even that couldn't go further from the entrance of the second floor.

***

"Yes?"

The crane doubted its ears.

Zhang Yung-gil, the president of the Black Death School standing in front of his eyes, once again said.

"There will be classes in the breakfast room tomorrow, so don't be late and attend."

What are you talking about all of a sudden?

All the classes are over.

By the way, suddenly another class?

"Mr. President, as far as I know...…."

Jang Young-gil's eyes became sharp.

How dare you, a cadet to talk back to the General.

The critical mass 'breathed' inside and gulped down its dry saliva.

The Heavenly Horse Divine is a place where hierarchy works strongly.

It was amazing that a cadet talked one-on-one with the president.

But why me?'

It was strange.

***

next day

The crane headed to the breakfast room as ordered.

There was a man who looked less than Irip.

Are you an instructor? By the way, it was a little strange. It was my first time seeing an instructor.

"Do you have any complaints about ranking?"

The man sitting in the sitting chair was looking at the crane with his chin in his hand.

The man seemed to be aware of the fact that Wi Joong-ki's academic graduation ranking was not good.

Wi Zhong-ki shook his head with a bitter smile.

The result was his own.

"......no."

during the three-year course of the Black Death School

Han Jung-pyeong, who has never missed the top spot.

In contrast, a critical period that has never missed the last place.

Their existence was like water and oil.

"When you were a single man, you got up two o'clock early every day and practiced swordsmanship."

A tie meant a year.

The Black Death Academy will go through a total of three years, or three years.

At that time, Wi Joong-ki woke up at 2 a.m. and went to the former training camp where no one was looking for him. Training alone started to catch up with others who are far behind.

Perhaps because of his infinitely low capacity, however, the gap was rarely filled and rather widened than others, so Wi Joong-ki soon stopped trying.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"About the ranking......... you mean?"

"About yourself."

Swoosh.

The Wei Zhonggi sat facing the man.

The features weren't very clear, but the man was certainly a good-looking man.

Somehow, the hypocrite felt an unknown sense of hypocrisy in the man.

It wasn't exactly spouting flesh, but just facing each other seemed a little suffocating.

The past three years of academic life have been a flash in the pan.

"......I."

Bite your lower lip hard.

Blood spills out of the lips.

Took.

The man threw a bunch of drawing paper.

white blank paper with nothing written

The crane looks up at the man.

Why do they give this to us?

"Self-reflection."

"Yes?"

"Wear it."

said the man with a smile.

"I'm giving you a chance."

***

Letter of apology

At first I was angry.

I couldn't quite understand why he had to write a letter of apology and submit it to that man.

"......."

There was no class, so I scanned the empty breakfast room.

Suddenly, when I first entered the Black Death Academy, I remembered the aspirations I had for myself.

When I was young, I said that I would survive until the end with my teeth clenched and become proud of myself.

But what about yourself now?

'It's ugly.

It wasn't just a complaint about the ranking.

Why is this boiling feeling, heart-rending misery flooding in?

It was because he looked so shabby three years ago when he compared himself with his present self who wanted to be honorable.

I should have done my best.'

Even though the results are the same.

Even if I tried my best, I couldn't get out of last place.

At least, I'd be proud of myself.

'If only I could turn back time.'

A false laugh came out.

How? Is it fair to turn back time?

Swoosh.

Look at the bunch of drawing paper handed over by the man.

Letter of apology

The crane looked through the windows.

Black Mubok's peers who roam around dormitories in the academy.

They will now officially enter the Chunma Divine Church and enter their respective armed groups.

Of course.

There was no place of his own.

"You're a moron.

The critical period, which has been blaming itself for a long time, is.

He started to grind his food quietly.

Soon he picked up his brush and wrote down letters on the drawing paper.

Reflection on the past three years.

It began to be clearly engraved.

The man carefully read the letter of apology from the Wei Zhongyi.

The crane is just waiting on its knees, in a straight posture.

It was already 5 o'clock, and the man read the ending of the last letter of apology.

The sound of cicadas coming from outside stopped.

"Good work."

"......no."

"Then, follow me well for the next three years. If you give up on the way again this time, I will not let you go."

The man got up and left the breakfast room.

Bam!

"What... ...you mean...…."

The voice of the leftover Wei Zhongyi echoed.

And the fact that the man was a heavenly horse was not known until his second graduation.

You graduated first this time.

***

The whistle blows slightly.

The cabin was filled with solemn air.

Kieriel, who was lying on the floor listening to the story.

After springing up his upper body, he handed the rainbow dip to the crane.

"Why is this for? Didn't you say that you should let us know your weaknesses?"

Anyway, there is no reason to refuse to give.

"No. I found a weakness."

"What?"

The crane surfing the central bulletin board.

Touch the air to scroll up and stop hand.

".........."

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