I Was A Porter

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Seung-ho reached out for a moment and almost crushed the journalist's mouth, but endured with superhuman patience.

“… let's go outside. ”

At the end of the triumph, reporters shouted in their hearts.

I wanted to erase the article I was writing right now, but I added an interview for Seung-ho and roughly twisted it up and posted it.

I hurriedly followed Seung-ho out of the community center and got up with a laptop and a coat that I couldn't even put in my bag.

“Good day to you all. ”

While trying to leave the community center, I looked back at the staff who had suffered a big morning and greeted them.

The reporter, Seung-ho, came out to greet the community center staff and looked at it with an unpleasant expression.

“Do you want to go somewhere private and talk? ”

“Lead the way."

Journalists asked, but Seung-ho's answer was blunt.

I realized how uncomfortable Seung-ho was, but I couldn't miss it.

The reporter who took Seungho to the place where he parked his car opened the jewelry door.

“I'll keep it to myself. Don't worry, you won't have to worry. Even if I die, I will keep my promise. ”

I don't know what I can say.

I got in the car thinking that I should interview him as soon as possible because it was already spilled water.

The reporter who closed the door quickly went to the driver's seat and started the car.

“I'm Min Jong Choi. You're older than me, so you can speak comfortably. ”

“Where are you going more than that? ”

After seeing the time, ethnicity was a blurry time to talk while eating, and the appearance of two men going to the cafe early in the morning was not good.

“If you don't have anywhere else to go, head to a hangout near the central branch of Seoul, Hunter Association. I have business to attend to.”

Seung-ho asked me to go near the association to get a Gymnosophical Hunter's license and save taxi fare.

“Ah! I see. ”

Even though I asked her to go to Busan, she was excited to leave, but she stepped on Axel excitedly.

The cafe was quiet a little after 10 o'clock.

“What would you like? ”

“Coffee with Milk”

“I understand.”

Seung-ho who sat in the corner naturally spoke to the race, and based on Seung-ho's spell, she went to the register, ordered two cups of cafeterate and returned to her seat.

“If you have any questions, just ask. I'm going home for lunch. ”

Even if you eat lunch at 1: 00, you still have less than 3 hours left.

Since the association had business to attend to, the time to talk would be shorter.

It was urgent, but I opened a question file that I had written on my laptop all the time I was waiting for yesterday to be contacted.

“I think this is going to be very unpleasant. I apologize for not seeing you sooner. ”

“Forget it, we're never going to see each other again. ”

Looking at Ascendant Ascension, ethnicity felt that it needed to solve a little misunderstanding.

“This is no ordinary famine. I'm also curious about the survival beyond Seung-ho's gate, but what I want to know is something else. ”

“What?”

“What happened after you destroyed the nuke on the last stand? ”

Seung-ho does not answer the unannounced question as if he had been bludgeoned.

“... Why do you ask? ”

“The Last Assault Force clearly closed the gates successfully... but like Seung-ho, most of the hunters who were porters didn't make it through. ”

“I've heard stories. ”

“But you know what? ”

To protect themselves and their families from their natural enemies, the people turned their elongated heads, like meerkats, and made sure that no one around them was listening.

“Actually, Dracsch...”

When ethnicity looked around and felt that no one had seen or heard anything, they whispered as if they were leaning their torso on the table.

Woof! Woof!

At the resounding pulsating bell, the nation stood in awe and panicked.

He picked up the bell and walked straight to the register, expressing that he had lived for ten years.

Soon, you return to your seat with two cups of cafeterate placed on the tray handed over from the counter.

I smiled shyly because I was embarrassed by the vibrational bell. I pulled up the chair to continue the message that the nation sitting on.

“I believe Draxi killed all the porters. ”

The words of the race speaking with confident eyes made me tremble like a wave of Seungho's eyebrows.

“Why do you think that is? ”

“The porters who returned from the last attack zone are all dead except Seung-ho Lee. ”

The butt of the species was already leaning forward, halfway from the chair.

The face of such a religion was somewhat burdensome, so my body hardened for a moment as if I was not shocked by Seung-ho who pulled his head back for a while.

“What?"

The word of ethnicity was shocking.

“They're all dead. Twelve porters returned from accidents, suicides, terrorism, all in different ways, but all died within a year and a half. Most of them were suicides. ”

“So that means...”

I naturally lowered my voice because I was so confident about what the species had to say.

“Yes, that's right. I was killed.”

“Any evidence?”

“Nothing.”

At that, Seung-ho smiled, expressing his stiffness.

“What, so you wrote a novel? ”

“Everything so far has been hypothesized... but did you notice anything strange about the day you entered the gate? ”

His smiling face crumpled up like a piece of toilet paper as he touched the nightmare of the day he didn't want to think about.

“Thinking about what happened that day, was there anything strange about it? ”

Seung-ho sighed deeply and couldn't smoke for 20 years, and after returning, he desperately thought about smoking.

For a long time, Seung-ho's mouth began to open slowly, spreading his lips.

“That day...”

* * *

"The core is broken! Porters, stay close behind the front and run."

After destroying the gate's core, there is not even a slight crack in the cheer.

A Gate Master may be thought of as a monster in close combat due to its ugly appearance and massive size, but it was Baloch, an Abyssal Master with powerful magical powers.

When the gate core mentally linked to the gate master was destroyed, Baloch released all of his magical powers and scattered them throughout the interior of the gate, forcing all monsters to attack the Dracsch attackers heading for the gate.

Seungho is moving as safely as he can from the center of the attack force, avoiding the monsters coming from all around.

“Throw away your stuff! ”

In the voice of Draxi, the porters toss all their cargo around their backs.

When I discarded my luggage around, Seung-ho threw the luggage on my back as well.

I ran to a lighter body, but the monsters following me began to narrow the streets.

Whether the destroyed gate core was meant to be destroyed more definitively, Drac has been busy in the core for a long time and has been chasing the attackers further away.

Draxi jumps at an overwhelming speed toward the attacking party that left earlier and catches up to the monsters chasing behind.

As the massive number of monsters broke through alone, the drenches on the rear of the formation dealt with the sticky monsters.

“I'll stop you, so don't turn around and run! ”

Seungho couldn't understand what Draksh was shouting while stopping the monsters at the rear of the formation.

But the will in Draxi's voice was conveyed to the heart, not the ear.

I wanted to give him some strength in his appearance as if he were telling me what a leader was, but I couldn't rush because I knew it would be like dog death.

But the screams continue to be heard behind Draxi's back, whether he was lacking in power alone.

Seung-ho rolls the ground with his feet twisted by the screams.

I tried to get up, but every time I put my left foot to the ground, I couldn't even walk properly in the pain of hammering.

You try to run away with one foot, but the distance to the gate is too small. You quickly turn your eyes to find a place to hide around for a moment.

Just a short distance away, there is a toilet built primarily by vampires who excavate the cleanest of monsters.

I put two planks of wood in the pit and looked at the stool on top of it, and I noticed how long the toilet had been used, and it was full of poop, so it seemed to hit the wood board.

He said it was good to roll in the dog litter.

Unlike the people running forward, I ran sideways.

After almost hitting people several times, Seung-ho arrived close to the butthole and blocked his nose with a nasty smell.

However, this was the only way to survive while everyone was busy surviving. After checking that there were no monsters looking at themselves around, they soaked themselves in the buttocks.

Everyone except his head dips into the pit and starts watching the runaways pull their heads out of the pit.

The far front was busy piercing the monsters, and the trees were thick on both sides, making it hard for the monsters to move, so they couldn't attack the shoe except for small monsters.

Small monsters were mostly the lowest monsters and occasionally mixed with lower monsters, but the monsters on the side were easily dealt with on the attack bench.

The problem was the latter.

Despite the raucous thunderstorms of Draksh, only a few monsters have died.

Rather, the monsters crossed through the surrounding Draxi and hunted down the remaining porters, but the monsters around them seemed to be struggling enough to help.

I was gripping my fist in the butt and staring, but I couldn't see any more.

Far away, he flies with his wings flapping, proving that he can fly as big as a lie.

The attacking party attempts to push forward roughly, like a ship hurtling through a storm, in order to flee to the oncoming Baloch.

Seung-ho trembles with trembling horror, dipping his neck into the butthole, and he can no longer see the assault platform.

You hear only shouts, tearing screams, and the fluttering sound of Baloch's wings.

I couldn't hear any more screams, so I held up my hands and stuffed my ears that were covered in poop.

* * *

“… that's all I saw. The last time I saw him, he was a dedicated hero in a Draksh story. ”

When Seung-ho said that he remembered that day with his eyes closed, he was deep in thought and slowly opened his mouth.

“... That's amazing. ”

“Yes, Drac was the greatest man I've ever seen. ”

“No, Seung-ho is really great. I can't believe I thought about going into the butthole and surviving...”

I opened my eyes because I was suddenly stunned by the words of the religion.

“What?"

“I'm not being sarcastic. It's great to be alive in that situation and back. ”

Seung-ho asked again what the species had to say, but there was no sarcasm in the ethnic tone.

“And Draksh is amazing, too. Even Seung-ho left there alone is deceiving people enough. ”

“Why do you keep trying to carve up Dracsch? ”

In his memory, the race that was trying to protect everyone, like the dedicated heroes in the old stories, seemed uncharacteristic.

He spread four fingers in the reaction of the triumph.

“First of all, why didn't you turn porters into group two concepts? Class A said Hunter wasn't enough at the time, but not enough to keep the porters together. ”

“Yes, it's the same A class, but does it make you feel bad to be treated as a porter? ”

In fact, porters of class D had a lot to say from the beginning. The biggest reason why Draksh is being treated like a hero is because only a Class D Hunter has porters as he claims.

The fleeing porters were blasphemed at the time, but it was dominated by the opinion that Draksh had killed them after their heads had cooled.

“Number two, why did he take the porter to the nuclear site? ”

“If I leave it behind the gate and the monsters attack...”

Seung-ho blurs his words.

If the porter hadn't made it to Class D, it wouldn't matter if he left it behind at the gate.

Inside the final gate, the porter was not the porter, but Jim himself.

“Number three! Why would Draxi stay behind and destroy the nuke? With that level of enhancement, it would have been much safer for Draksh to penetrate ahead and behind to protect the porter. ”

You're right. Draxi's body is one, and there's a wide way out.

No matter how fast the Draksh moved, we couldn't stop all the monsters.

“Fourth! Why isn't Draxi getting old? ”

“What?"