I Was A Porter

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There are implicit rules in associations.

Solves gates that suit your grade.

Usually a Class B Hunter alone can solve a Class 9 gate.

However, it was much better to have a party to settle a Grade 8 or 7 gate than to settle a Grade 9 gate by yourself.

It wasn't really set out by the association, but it was a rule that most hunters have been following so far.

The gate that could be applied with a mobile app was a class 7 or lower gate.

It was rather cumbersome because the frequency of creation was not so high from the gate above grade 6 and I had to go directly to the association to apply, but I couldn't help thinking about the risk associated with the gate exit.

Unlike what Seungho told reporters he was going to run a gate below Grade 5, Seungho had practically only considered a gate below Grade 7.

I wanted to book multiple gates, but I couldn't apply for duplicates So I decided to visit the eighth grade gate closest to the house first.

The qualifications have already flowed enough, so they were approved at the same time as the application. Then I said goodbye to my mother, and after being held for ten minutes, I barely left the house after hearing the anxious nagging.

Seung-ho, who got off in a taxi in front of the police station, approached the guard post last night to enter the gate created in the parking lot behind the police station.

As Seung-ho approaches, the guard who was wiggling his hands and feet in the cold stops him.

“What's the matter? ”

“I'm here to deal with a class eight gate in the parking lot behind the precinct. ”

The guard looks suspicious and glances up and down at Seung-ho's words.

“Please wait a moment. ”

A suspicious bodyguard knocks on the window to summon a small post with a warm electric furnace inside the post.

“Why!”

Perhaps he didn't like the cold breeze coming in, and his voice was deeply irritated.

“I'm told you're here to settle the gate... It's a little strange. ”

“Hunter, a day or two? Get her ID and send her in. ”

“Could you stand up and watch with me for a moment? I think he's psychotic. ”

The post warden frowned as much as he could, but got up and left the post.

In mid-December, the winter winds seemed to dig through the clothes, and the warm body was rapidly dissipating heat.

The Post Head hurriedly approached Seungho to get back inside the Post.

It was the outfit that sounded like a psychopath, just like the Guardian said.

I didn't understand what padding Hunter was wearing and going in with no weapons.

I held onto the crossback, but it didn't seem to mean much to me if there was anything in that little space.

“Can I see some ID, please? Hunter's license, please. ”

The Sentry Post asked Seung Ho politely for an ID and Hunter's license, and Seung Ho took his wallet out of his inner pocket and gave it to the Sentry Post in front of him.

“Seung-ho Lee... Ah!! ”

The Sentry Post Leader, who was looking at the two IDs handed to him by Seungho, was startled and cried out, but he tried to see the Hunter's License over the shoulder of the Sentry Post and couldn't find it because he quickly returned it to him.

“Here you go!”

“Can I go? ”

“Of course. P-please get rid of them as soon as possible. ”

I tried to tell him to be careful, but the outpost greeted him with a quick response, and he glanced at Ascension walking to the back of the parking lot.

“Who is it?”

The Sentry Post almost went to the side and hit the guard on the back of the head, but without him, I couldn't even look at Seungho's face, so I reached out and took my hand.

“Oh, you bastard. Don't you have eyes? It's Lee Seung-ho, Lee Seung-ho. ”

“Seung-ho Lee? Is that Seung-ho Lee? ”

“What are you doing with your eyes open? ”

“… you didn't show your face at the interview, you gave a big speech with just your voice, but if I find out, I'm a fortune-teller. And I heard he looked young, and I never thought he would look my age. ”

At the word of the Guardian, the Sentry Post made a shy look, but it slapped the back of the Watchdog's head.

“Stand up straight. I wouldn't have to come out if you checked. ”

“I'm sorry."

Looking back at Seung-ho, the post owner entered the post to melt his cold body while trembling as Seung-ho disappeared into the parking lot behind the police station.

Seungho crosses the police headquarters and approaches the gate in the back to activate the gate gauge.

[0103]

It was close to the grade 8 gauge average. The monsters were supposed to be low class, and it was hard to earn 10 million won from the stones at the gate.

Seung-ho feels re-enlisted and takes a step beyond the gate.

Beyond the gate, a wide meadow with a warm breeze blows through it.

In the warm weather, I took off the padding and put it down on the floor, thinking about what kind of monsters there were on these meadows, and climbing up a mysterious hill.

Standing up in the hills and looking around, I was glad to see Duckcow grazing this grass in the distance.

You may think of grass as herbivores, not monsters, but if you look closely, you will realize that it is not.

A monster that uses its long horns to pierce through its target while grazing with its mouth, but never eating it. It pretends to be a herbivore.

But with the exception of the horn, there was only a big one. That's why the attack pattern was simple enough for those of Class D Hunters with Class C advancements to be able to kill as long as they were familiar with the counterparts.

Duckaws stare at Seungho as he walks up to them, grazing the grass of an indifferent pretender.

As Seung-ho approached, he stopped at the edge of their attack range, and as Seung-ho was no closer, the grass grazing creatures began to show anxiety.

Standing still for a while, one or two of them start to lather and start running in a straight line, illuminating the group to see if the anxiety is contagious.

Duckau's fear is of stabbing a horn with that thick neck while he's vigilant, but he's not afraid of slow lunging.

I don't care if you hit me or not, but I was excited because I was tired of chasing you every day if you ran away, but I ran like crazy. Seungho scattered a magical grenade at their bridge.

“Tsk!! Tsk!!"

Ducknow slammed the flying magic bullet into his leg without feeling it. He slammed himself into the ground and was shaking his broken leg into the air with an elongated sound.

Seungho approaches Ducknow, who is squawking on the ground and yelling, and puts magic in his head, causing his brain to freeze.

I thought about taking out the stone by crushing the torso completely, but like a civilization, I searched Crossback for tools.

Seungho pulled the jackknife out of the crossback and pulled out the long magic along the blade.

Duckaws whose brains turned into soup removed the blood by picking their throats to begin dismantling before their bodies became stiffer due to postmortem stiffness.

The blood that was spurted out like a ruptured conduit gradually settles down, but you flip over with your feet and take it out a little further.

After adequately removing the blood, you begin slaughtering with the blade held magically between the ribs.

I tried my best to be as careful as I could, but it was imperative to ask for some blood. Seeing the bloody clothes, I sighed and slaughtered quickly, regardless of the blood on my king's clothes.

Thanks to Duckau's blood on his clothes, he was not a horse.

I went to the police station to get understanding and washed well in the bathroom, but the appearance of bloodstained hoes around my trousers was enough to make people slip away.

When I was beyond the gate, it was not a problem to live with the idea that 'if blood is on my body, I will bury it again later,' but I couldn't help but be a little unconscious.

I got out on the main road and got into a taxi, but I didn't know what to do with the smell of blood coming from Seungho's body. Seung-ho picked up the phone pretending not to know.

I swiped my finger and turned on the official app for the association and started reading the porter board job postings one by one.

- 12 Grade 9 Gates, 4 Grade 8 Experiences. I am familiar with all monster features until Grade 8. Class D.

- He's an eighth-grade professional porter. You will soon be able to upgrade to Class C. You only have 20 or more experience in Class 8.

-There are porters for the high-level Gate experience in the Guernuri Guild.

Seung-ho, who had been reading the bulletin board for a long time, shut down the app and called the ethnic group.

“Minjong.”

“Yes, were you at the gate today? ”

“Uh, eighth grade in the back of the police station, I need a little more writing than that. ”

“What kind of writing? ”

At Seung-ho's words, the voice of race beyond the phone was filled with curiosity.

“I need a porter, write it down. ”

“What are your conditions? ”

“I will go to the gate below grade 7, slaughterers, personal vehicles are better, and sell for byproducts...”

“Brother."

Seung-ho spoke with her fingers crossed, but she hung up on him.

“Why?”

“Are you a punk? Why are there so many conditions!? ”

“What are you talking about? I'll pay you that much, I'll hire two people, and I'll give you 400,000 per day for 25% of the leftovers. Are you still a punk?”

* * *

He looks at the cloudy sky beyond the window and bites his teeth tightly as he finishes all his reports but looks at it without a trace.

“Why did you have to kill that journalist? ”

The question was not drawn by Drax, but by Khan.

But in Khan's question, Dracsch stands tall with his back unanswered.

“Go.”

The Khan clenches his fist, ignoring the question and gazing at the back of the talking Draksh without turning his head.

Thirty years ago, after running away from his father's violence, I never forgot the look of Draksh holding hands to himself while pickpocketing and handing over the stone without any cost to him.

The world's greatest guild that was the same dream was achieved, and the majority praised themselves except for some people after closing the final gate.

However, shortly after closing the final gate, Dracsch changed.

“I've waited 20 years! I'd kill you if you killed me, and I'd kidnap you if you kidnapped me! There must be a reason for everything you tell me, and I've been waiting for you to tell me all about it someday! After 20 years of patience and patience, forgotten in the world… I admired you more than my father, loved you more than my mother… but it's over. ”

The voice that he was shouting became fainter and fainter as he stepped back, and finally, the Khan bowed his head politely toward the shivering Dracsch and turned around and left.

As the door closes and the room hovers cold silence, the canoe carefully opens the door.

“Draxi, are you going to let Khan go? ”

Then Dracsch turns around and looks back at the canoe.

“What does it mean? ”

“Both. ”

“… Leave it alone. ”

Draxi turns around again and doesn't look back through the window, watching the back of the compartment as it exits the front door.

The car exits the front door and wanders the streets.

Every step I took, every step I took, I imagined Draksh holding my shoulders and explaining everything, but my imagination never came true.

Both legs, which never seemed to stop, stopped in front of a store.

His time had stopped 20 years ago, but the glass itself contained traces of time for the last 20 years.

He reached out his hand and touched his face against a cold glass window. He once left his father and mother and his most precious friend.