Dungeon Reset

In school, each class has one or two friends who use their talents in a special direction.

A young child (10 years old) was one of those students.

Parent elementary school grade 3 class.

Jungdown's class teacher was obsessed with having students write a rebuttal.

The reason was also very colorful.

Even if I don't do my homework, I still don't hear voices.

Leaping from the hallway is a reflex gate.

If you have long hair, you won't be able to settle.

So I cut my head off and asked if I was against it.

You can talk in class, but you don't react.

You said you wouldn't stop me when I was talking to my partner.

If the classroom is too noisy, the students who used to be quiet join together to make a full echo.

Even if the contents of the reflexes are poor, add 2 chapters of the entire reflex... ….

After living in the world, there were so many things to reflect on, and even though there was nothing to reflect on, students became increasingly creative masters.

As a result, I calculated later that students had to constantly use more than 200 voiceprints per person per year.

However, it was harder than using a rebound door to go to the teacher to take care of the rebound door.

All I had to do was slam the stamp, because the teacher gave me a good warning every time.

I did not feel good to be scolded twice.

One day, everyone was exhausted in the flood at the gate.

The infamous detective child (10 years old) realized the sinister truth.

Oh, my God! ’

When I thought about it, it wasn't just the students who were having a hard time!

The same thing happened to you!

40 students in total!

More than 200 doors per person!

This meant that the teacher had to test 8000 pages of reflexes.

As a teacher who had to read and scold a lot of things, there was a tremendous amount of muscle pain in his arm to stamp the exam.

At this point, I couldn't even fathom who should reflect and how many chapters to examine.

The judge is busy preparing for class.

"Aha! Every time I do a rebuttal, you get angry!" It's been hard on each other! I need your help! ’

In that sense, a good child decided to ease the teacher's pain.

What if you could stamp your friends' voices instead of yours?

with the same stamp as the teacher.

I think we should carve the eraser and make the stamp the same. ’

He was a really good kid.

As long as you stick to your plan, you'll have less time to do tests.

Friends are glad they don't have to see the teacher's face.

Everybody wins!

The order was simple.

< Create Eraser Paint >

1) Fetch the reflective gate paper with the inspection stamp beautifully.

2) Turn the paper over and glue it tightly onto the disc eraser.

(It is necessary to reverse the shape of the stamp, so that the direction is restored when stamped later.)

3) When the paper gets wet and translucent in the grass, even if it is turned over, the shape of the paint shines well on the other side.

(Wet more water if not enough. There are other ways that paper can be blown or torn into the water because it is too thin.)

4) Gently cut off the rest of the paint with a cutter knife.

4) Finish the eraser stamp when you're done!

In summary, it was a printing job made out of an eraser.

However, the innocent child did not know what 'print' was, nor did he know the concept of ‘consonant’.

I just rolled my hair.

But that was it, and since then, I've had to fight lonely battles to be more complete through many failures and nogadas.

After 5 trial and error attempts and 5 unpackaged bird erasers, Jungdown was able to forge the teacher's seal completely.

"Wow! That's it! ’

He was very pleased.

On paper, it was really subtle!

However, the price for challenging the forbidden secret was severe.

The stable child eventually had to suffer two days of pain with pinched hands and shoulders.

My parents liked it, but it was a misunderstanding.

And about a week later.

Jungdown became the hero of his classmates.

"Wow!"

All hail Down! ’

He became a celebrity and was favored by a master eraser.

His friends offered him meat and ham every day, and when he showed up, everyone smiled brightly and welcomed him.

Every day, praises were made for him.

His eraser stamp was a pass card that was not scolded by the teacher.

It was like a blank check that was passed through even with a rebound door.

"Hey! I made everyone happy!" You've made yourself comfortable! ’

The innocent child smiled with a happy smile.

Everything was going as planned!

But a good deed must always be done behind the scenes.

The teacher did not even dream of doing his good deed.

Since I had left so many meaningless doors behind, I couldn't notice it at all even if I did a few less tests.

When I think about it later, I ask them why they're not coming to get tested, and all I have to do is show them the stamp, and it's over!

And you're like, "Did I forget? I just tilted my head.

And then about a week later, it went down.

I was so scared that I got caught.

"Phew! I'm sorry...! ’

I was very upset.

Get your parents tomorrow! I'm calling the cops! ’

"Heehee! Not the police officer...!" I won't do it again! ’

It was a place of training.

The boy who was a good boy could see the face of the teacher who had become a demon.

Eventually, I had to use 30 doors with teary nostrils.

But fortunately, the police officer didn't come, so if you think about it later, the teacher is really a loving and compassionate true educator.

Just...... I was a gentleman whose name was the pervert who loved the gate so much.

* * *

And it will be today again.

The good child became a good and pure adult, and it had been burning for a long time.

Sir, I'm sorry! I guess I'll have to break the taboo after all! ’

He finally awakened the secret to the forbidden trick that the police officer had sealed for a long time because he was afraid.

That day, the Echo Gate Paper was replaced with a magic spell.

The eraser becomes a wooden plank and is carefully carved out.

It was a delicate task that did not allow for a single inch of carelessness.

It was different from when I sculpted just one letter of the word "sword."

The difficulty of carving crooked rune characters without making a single mistake was different dimensions.

I was so nervous that my mouth was thin and my fingertips were less trembling, carving the slate.

And...

“This isn't it! ”

Cheers!

Jungdown, a lumbering old man, suddenly shouts and breaks the slab to its knees.

“Mr. Jungdown, is this really possible? ”

Hugh watches carefully the downward movements.

I've already ruined five.

Three mistakes, two accidents.

The rune will only break when the dagger misses the knot that was hiding in the wooden plank.

It was a terrible loss for Hugh to see the effects of the spell.

But I couldn't stop him.

In a downward glance, the sights and obsession with magic are flowing out as poison.

“Aah! I can do it! You can do it! There's still plenty left, so keep an eye on Hugh! ”

“… OK. ”

Currently, the cloud golems that are burning down are crawling around as quietly as possible.

And Hugh's role was to take care of the monstrous octopus in front of him.

Do not get in the way of the wooden planks.

“Kiss?”

“Root?”

A squishy, warm creature that crawls over the head of an octopus staff lodged on a golem.) I was enjoying the cushion.

And Rugal...... bites a big toe bone in his mouth like a country dog and flies his tongue hard with a solemn look.

[Grunt, grunt! The more I look at it, the weirder it gets. How do you get buff magic in your food? The tiger's strength spills with his feet. Of course I'm a wolf.]

“Lugal, why are you playing? If you ate it, you should pay for it. ”

[Grunt! Don't forget. I'm not with you, Rugal.]

Rugal's words reveal his teeth.

Keeping your toe bones longitudinally across your mouth.

It looked like a dog guarding a permanent house, so I had an idea for Jungdown.

“Oh, right! Luggal, you smell good, right? Why don't you sniff out my crew with your gag? ”

[Grrr. Well... That should be enough for a foothold. But just to be clear, my nose is a wolf's nose, not a gag's nose.]

Rugal speaks decisively, arms crossed and nose knng.

Of course, he's still got his toe bone in his mouth.

It was a tasty bone that tastes deeper as I sucked the seasoning off my feet.

< But there is one problem. >

Suddenly, Alpha questioned.

< I understand the plan to copy the grimoire with a wooden plaque, but what are you going to do about ink? >

Alpha was pointing at it from the beginning.

Of course, I needed a special ink when I was writing runes in my spell book.

Witches used to make magical inks by combining various reagents.

“Oh, that? Can't this be it? ”

< ……? >

It was the ‘cloud orb’ that was put together hard.

Clouds embodied by 'magical power’.

“Aren't clouds made of steam and dust? But this cloud already contains magical powers. Isn't it perfect? ”

< ……! >

What an epiphany!

In front of Alpha, Jungdown made square food and rice paddies by combining several purple cloud beads.

Then I put some water in the rice paddy, sat on my knees neatly in front of him, and began to eat heavily with a slow-looking expression.

< Oh my god! >

Alpha couldn't help but be shocked this time.

As the stale sunshine continued to eat patiently, a creamy purple 'ink’ began to seep out on the paddock.

However, as the color became thicker, the concentration of magical power contained in the ink gradually intensified.

Even the concentration of its magical power was getting much stronger than the one contained in the original enchantment book.

This prepared the materials for the woodwork.

All I had to do was chop off the planks.

And…….

* * *

[Grrr. This way.]

“Oh, I see! ”

As Rugal guides them, they move along the path without hesitation.

And at the end of that road...... there was a corpse.

“Huh? That guy? ”

Then all of a sudden, there's a dead body!

“Huff! Mr. Jung-Down! It's me!”

“…… Chief? ”

The expression was surprising.

The corpse was the chief of Ochangseok.

The Doppelgänger king, who had become an old man of half his life, was resting on the floor for a while with his‘ dead pose ’skill.

If he used the Pretend Dead skill, none of the monsters cared about him except for the corpse-eating monster.

“Haha! It's so good to see you here! I ran out of orders! ”

The cornerstone of Ochangseok rushed in, exhausted by the dirt.

< What a strange coincidence. >

You're a very lucky man, Alpha thought.

But it was neither luck nor coincidence.

His‘ Acquainted 'skill led me to a downward encounter at the end of the road.

However, the moment I found him, there was someone smiling brighter than anyone else.

straight down.

“What an amazing coincidence. ”

Hugh Bernstein and Chairman Oh Chang-seok.

It was the first time I encountered two people with the Butcher's Blade.

Thanks to their blood-sucking weapons, they were able to use the Spell of Magic without fail.

Of course, it's a butcher's knife, so it was the same for anyone.

Above all, it's a level of recognition for even the luck and viability of the Oak Stone Chief's cockroach.

Moreover, since he was a moderately bad and moderately grumpy person, his conscience was also less reprehensible.

The first thing you have to try is a fake spell book.

Jungdown ran out to Chieftain Oh Chang-suk with a smile and hugged him.

“Oh no, Chief! You've been through a lot, right? Let's move forward together! Would you like a crutch?”

“Huh?"

Dance.

Chieftain Oh Chang-seok suddenly stepped back while prancing at his hospitality.

Suddenly, I felt anxious.

Strange things caught my eye.

“That, that……. What's that in your hand? ”

In the hands of Jungdown, there was a "finished wooden plank" and an "empty grimoire."

These grimoires, packed in the Witch's Library, were made from special papers originally designed to write the magical runes.

This brings together all the real ingredients.

Materials for human experimentation.

“What? It's a gift for the chief. ”

“ ……. ”

He smiled brightly in front of the octopus golem twitching his eight legs like Dr. Crazy Octopus.

Sold out his toughness and conscience to the devil for research.

‘Let's run away.'

I was the chairman of Oh Chang-seok who was seriously worried.