1983 Past Life Manga King

Fans gathered in a cafe in downtown Tokyo were fussed as they compared the two manga as soon as the magazine came out.

However, unlike a week ago, the reaction was one-sided.

“This week’s Devil Virus was really great, wasn’t it? A story is a story, but the pictures are truly amazing.”

“Yeah. If that’s the case, I think it would be unreasonable to compare it to Crash King.”

“right. The Devil Virus that came out this week was also really great. As for the directing, to be honest, there were so many great scenes that I was blown away. On the other hand, Crash King seems to have less impact than last week.”

“Is this enough for a complete victory over the Devil Virus?”

“I will. Crash King is pretty good, but it’s a bit clumsy because of his short career. I think there was a big gap.”

“How come the conclusion will be cooler than I thought?”

“Well, I like Devil Virus because it seems to be getting more interesting.

“That’s it.”

“What do you like? If it ends too early, the event disappears. It’s an opportunity to have a Walkman.”

“Arthur. The competition is so fierce, it’s almost like a lottery.”

“It’s still better than losing hope.”

“Yeah, though.”

Izumi, a woman in classy attire who overheard their conversation nearby, ate the parfait and smiled with a victorious smile.

Then she immediately got up from her seat and left.

As soon as she stepped outside, her luxury sedan stopped in front of her.

Izumi, who sat in the backseat of her, said with a relaxed expression on her face.

“Guro. go there Where the basement is.”

“Yeah. miss.”

The old man answered and started the car.

*

“Isn’t it time to sort things out?”

At Izumi’s words, her bunny girl, who was looking at her with her open eyes, opened her mouth.

“The game is not over yet.”

“Oh, didn’t you hear about this week’s difference? More than twice as much.”

“·················ogue.”

“It’s better not to just relax and prepare for the finish now.”

“·················ogue.”

“If you give up here, the serial manuscript fee is generous…”

“I haven’t given up yet.”

“You didn’t give up… did you?”

“Yeah.”

Izumi bit her lips in response to the low rabbit girl’s answer. Then she looked at her with her expressionless face. She then smiled lightly.

“You are more stubborn than you think.”

“·················ogue.”

“Yeah, do whatever you want. It’s a useless struggle, though.”

Saying so, Izumi got her body up from her chair. Then she turned around and spoke again.

“You, if you lose this time, you will never let me set foot in this world in the future.”

“follow your heart.”

“Speak well.”

Saying so, she walked out of there.

The rabbit girl, who looked at her back, bowed her head.

Although she is angry, she was not an opponent who could do anything with this skill to be honest.

And as she said, she thought it might be better for her to just pay the manuscript fee and step down, so her regrets came flooding in.

She muttered as she looked at the empty manuscript paper alone.

“What do we do?”

Her tears seemed to come to her eyes at the thought that now she might really have to go back to her hometown.

But it was then.

A knock was heard.

“···········?”

The door slowly opened and a woman showed her face.

She was the first woman I had ever seen.

“Who are you? You are not allowed to come in here.”

“Hey, is the artist who is drawing Crash King right here in the studio?”

At those words, the rabbit girl tilted her head.

“Where are you from?”

“Ah, my name is Atsuko Mine, a reporter for a magazine called Weekly Rumors.”

“A weekly rumor?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s a magazine that mainly deals with celebrity-related events.”

“By the way, why are you here…?”

“Ah yes. I was asked to deliver something.”

At that, the rabbit girl stood up from her seat and came to her door.

Then she asked with curious eyes.

“Things? Who?”

“You can see it for yourself.”

Saying so, she came in and she popped out a paper bag.

“What is this?”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“You can see it for yourself. Then I delivered the goods, so come on.”

Saying so, the woman turned her body and went out.

The bunny girl who was watching it made a puzzled expression, and then she opened the envelope.

A sheet of paper with a picture on it.

It has three characters of Machine Gun Jack, and underneath it is written ‘Fighting’.

For a moment, the rabbit girl was startled.

“Sunny······? why?”

Former rival (8)

“Now it’s almost over. If there is a difference like this, the result of the third questionnaire is at least as good as it gets.”

Silver said while flicking the new book of Tsubasa Boy with his finger.

Lee Dae-bong, who saw it, made an impression.

“Why can’t he make full use of his talent? I could have done better.”

Silver frowned as if he didn’t like Lee Dae-bong’s words.

“Are you on the copycat side?”

“A copy man? I’ve heard of clones, but what else are clones?”

“If you copy other people’s drawings, you are a copyist.”

“Then, it’s no different than a pirate.”

Silver’s eyes widened at those words.

“Don’t keep talking about the past. You can die.”

Surprised by that, Lee Dae-bong goes to the sofa opposite Silver’s desk and sits down. It seemed that Silver was thinking of making a quick jump because he only saw the form that Silver was trying to stand up.

“Why do you keep provoking Silver hyung unnecessarily?”

To my words, Daebong Lee responded in a low voice while glancing at Silver.

“What should I do if it pops out without me knowing? I try to restrain myself, but I can’t help it.”

what? Alcoholism, what kind of it?

“So, you instinctively rush to death.”

At the words of Park Sang-sik, who came to play after a while, Lee Dae-bong made an impression.

“No. This is an instinctive defense. It’s also very exciting.”

I guess it’s something like the thrill that the breath-taking gives you.

Lee Dae-bong, this human pervert is unmistakable.

Lee Dae-bong said while smirking.

“What are you talking about? They want to die, so they use a swarm.”

“That thug.”

While the two of them quarreled again, Park Sang-sik’s gaze turned to me.

“By the way, a reporter from a magazine called Rumor came a few days ago?”

“uh.”

“Why did you come? to see you again?”

“What?”

What does this man mean?

But other people are looking at me with strange eyes.

It’s like you know everything.

These people.

At that time, Seon-hee, who was painting, said as if muttering without raising her head.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“What? you?”

At the same time as Park Sang-sik said, the eyes of the fishermen moved quickly from me to Seon-hee.

I thought I heard it wrong too.

Seon-hee, do you have a request?

But now that I think about it, I thought that when Mine came that day, she only said a simple hello and left, but Seonhee seems to have left after a while.

If so, did the two of you meet separately?

“What did you ask for?”

Everyone’s eyes were drawn at the same time.

But the reply came back so short that it was refreshing.

“Secret.”

At that, Lee Dae-bong, who had been grumbling at Silver, intervened.

“If it’s a secret, why are you talking about it? That answer.”

“Your brother is real. Not even multiplayer.”

Lee Dae-bong tilted his head at my words.

“What multi?”

“Do one thing.”

Lee Dae-bong pointed a finger at Silver as if he understood what I was saying.

“When Seon-hee says things like that, will her eyes come on?”

Well, anyone who knows Seon-hee will be curious.

By the way, what did Seon-hee ask of Mine?

There was usually no face-to-face.

Well, it might be a personal request, so I wouldn’t be too meddling.

But a few days later, something strange happened.

Crash King, who thought he was completely pushed back, made a completely new story and serialized it.

Until last week, there was an atmosphere where an ordinary story that would not deviate much from expectations was going on, and I thought the series would end like that.

However, the atmosphere was completely reversed by a huge villain who suddenly appeared.

With such a powerful force that no one could touch, he drove the king to the brink of death, and brutally killed the main character and the scattered characters.

That’s not enough, even the villains who fought with the main character.

It was a one-sided massacre that can only be said to have been lucky for the main character to survive.

An existence powerful enough to disrupt the balance of the world view ever appeared.

The conclusion of this development, which can be called shocking, is one of two things.

Either completely fail, or take a new leap forward.

Since you were pushed to the brink in the first place, you could use this method, but if you do, you will in all probability fail.

Nevertheless, this story is a total hit.

As the story ended with the main character in a corner, the thought that came to me was ‘I’m curious about the back side’.

Because of that, the fishermen in the studio were also in shock.

Among them, Daebong Lee and Silver were the most surprised.

“I thought I had talent, but it seems that people suddenly changed in a week. How can a manga artist make a story so interesting all at once?”

Lee Dae-bong, who was surprised when he said that, immediately looked back at Silver and smiled.

Handsome Daebong Lee has a sly expression on his face, and it suits him strangely.

“Why are you laughing so badly?”

“I think you have to admit it this time too.”

“What do you admit?”

“I told you. He’s quite talented.”

Silver made an impression at those words.

“You also just reacted more than expected. So it is invalid.”

“Ah, that’s not it. just admit it People say I see better.”

“What else are you going to do? It was only that the copycat showed more than expected ability.”

“But it’s true that I won.”

“Crazy guy.”

“Look at that, that one. I will not admit it again.”

“It sounds like acknowledgment. You don’t cry.”

“Because he’s so big, he deceives him.”

“You wanna die!”

While the two were fighting so childishly, my gaze turned to Seon-hee.

Seonhee is reading Tsubasa’s new book with a strange look.

And suddenly I thought that it might have something to do with what I asked Mine to do.

Seonhee looked at me as if she felt my eyes, quietly put the book down, and started painting again. With the corners of your mouth slightly raised.

There’s a connection.