Main Character Hides His Strength

 

A man stood in front of a cave blocked by a huge rock.

 

The appearance was extremely ordinary.

 

The impression that there will be only one person everywhere.

 

He squeezed his hand with blunt nails, put his ear to the rock, and knocked on the rock.

 

Deep. I can’t tell how many rocks are inside.

 

He knelt on one knee and looked at the ground.

 

Scratches, dug up dirt. The rock at the cave entrance has recently been removed. It’s not just a tool, but someone’s pure muscle strength.

 

Behind him, an immigrant refugee family halved in a shrubbery and looked back at the man with anxious eyes.

 

An ordinary ornamental man teared a scroll in his arms and memorized the spell with a small voice.

 

After seeing the evil magical power nestled among the cracks, the man walked to the refugees.

 

“I guess you are right.”

 

Ordinary voices fit for ordinary contemplation.

 

Not thick or thin.

 

Refugees, however, were extremely afraid of this extremely ordinary adventurer.

 

For they were standing in front of them and speaking to the men and the same men, standing in the darkness behind the refugee family, guarding them.

 

“Hey, can you give me the promised reward?”

 

The middle-aged man, who seems to be the head of the family, stood in front of his son and daughter who seemed insecure and stared at the ordinary man with pitted eyes.

 

The ordinary man of admiration nodded.

 

A terrible scream rang out from behind the dim expectation of the middle-aged man’s eyes.

 

Out of the mouth of his family.

 

The middle-aged man looked back in amazement.

 

Those who looked like an ordinary man were poking his family with daggers.

 

The fire of life has already been extinguished in the pupils of the family.

 

The middle-aged man looked back, stared with a furious face, and rushed to the ordinary man, taking out the dagger that was hiding in his arms.

 

“The promise is wrong! This devil! ”

 

Before his sword touched the house, cold blades were lodged in the house’s back.

 

Not one or two.

 

Middle-aged men looked back, squeezing their last strength.

 

An incredible scene was unfolding.

 

Dozens of ordinary men with ordinary ornaments, holding the same weapons, stood behind him with a happy smile.

 

After seeing a strange scene that was incredible even with eyes, the pupils of refugees were released.

 

The ordinary man of admiration looked down at the four bodies of the man, including the man, and pulled out a scroll.

 

A family of refugees who had just been killed when they recite the spells of Evil Spiritus has risen from the dead.

 

From the stab of the knife, blood that has not cooled yet flows out and wet the ground red.

 

The ordinary man of the contemplation opened his mouth, watching with an interesting eye the refugee head of the refugee who had just been alive before turning into a zombie.

 

“Participate in the great task of determining the age. That is the reward I can give you. ”

 

The assassin baekyoung without record.

 

He disappeared into the darkness of the forest with those who looked like him.

 

The opening of the Soulstone through the Foggy Journey proceeded smoothly.

 

The name of the carbuncle currently being attacked is the carbuncle.

 

The lion was the most faithful of the six carbuncles.

 

But the integrity of the carbuncle is like a reed.

 

With just a little play, Ka-Bung turned his mind and soon after a week Kim Sungchul was able to fully open the second soul stone.

 

However, Kabungung put on one condition.

 

To be yourself, you must be with the girl you played with.

 

Actually, playing with Kambung might be a natural condition for Bertelgiani Kabung.

 

Kim Sungchul was embarrassed by a strange conversation that just came and went, but accepted Kabung’s proposal.

 

This gave Kim Sungchul the ability to cast three spells simultaneously.

 

Kim Sungchul, however, does not know the satisfaction.

 

There is another week of water and food stored in the cave.

 

Kim Sungchul attempted to open the third soulstone.

 

The name of the carbuncle that needs to be adjusted at this time is the carbuncle.

 

Kim Sungchul Because he is a horse-loving person, he doesn’t express his dissatisfaction, but he can’t help but talk about the naming sense of the lioness.

 

“Lazarus. That guy. King Carbunk, and Kabbang. You really can’t name it. ”

 

“Isn’t it your voice?”

 

Bertelgia’s voice was getting stronger day by day.

 

Kim Sungchul Although not such a Bertelgia, she didn’t want her to strike a sarcastic injury, so instead of putting it in her pocket, she talked.

 

“What’s the problem?”

 

“If you do, you name him Pablo.”

 

“Who is the Seaton again!”

 

When the reaction was not good, Kim Sungchul immediately used the fog journey.

 

The third world of carbuncles was an endless green meadow.

 

Kabunkabun stood at the bridge with two legs across the fresh windy meadow and stared at the group.

 

“There is a carbuncle over there.”

 

“Who is Seaton?”

 

The appearance changed, but Bertelgia was persistent.

 

Kim Sungchul I completely ignored Bertelgia and headed for a new carbuncle.

 

Carbuncle shook his head slightly when Kim Seong-cheol approached and ran quickly over the meadow.

 

Kim Sungchul was chased by his forces but could not catch up with the carbuncle.

 

This is the world of carbuncle dreams.

 

Kim’s divine power is also limited in the dream world.

 

Carbuncle, the owner of the meadow, shook his head in the sky as the wind blew up and hid in the bush when he met Snow.

 

It didn’t work, but it seemed to know what Kim Sungchul Carbuncle wanted.

 

‘You’re playing hide and seek.’

 

The difficulty is higher than before.

 

I also heard an ominous foreboding.

 

Each carbuncle’s favorite play is different

 

Kim Sungchul went back and found Bertelgia.

 

Bertelgia was lying in the grass for a long time and seeing fast clouds.

 

Bertelgia, who smiles brightly and enjoys the perfect body and the scenery, was more than happy.

 

When you look like a book you can never see.

 

Kim Sungchul Folded the idea of ​​encouraging Bertelgia.

 

‘Sometimes it’s not bad for me to rest.’

 

Kim Seong-cheol’s decision took less than five minutes.

 

It was not by Kim’s lack of patience, but by external factors.

 

The sound of thunder glimmering from far away has been heard, and the world of dreams has been shaken dangerously as if broken.

 

Carbuncle was looking around with an uneasy face.

 

‘It’s like something happened outside.’

 

The world of dreams and the real world are in principle separated spaces, but as long as the subject who dreams stays in reality, they have no choice but to experience the interference of reality.

 

Kim Sungchul In a hurry, he took Bertelgia and opened the door of the dream created by the mist journey and returned to reality.

 

I looked around Kim Sungchul who came back to reality.

 

There is no living nor sign.

 

Of course, there are no wounds on the body.

 

In time, the sound of the dream was heard faintly over the cracks.

 

The flame and iron crossed in front of Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes, listening to the slow, sloppy and unbreakable melody.

 

“What’s up? Suddenly. ”

 

Bertelgia returned to the book, looked around and flew around Kim Sung-chul.

 

“I don’t feel bad. Something is going to happen outside. ”

 

Kim Sungchul lifted the arms Garaz with the eyes of truth.

 

Huge rocks were smashed and shattered in turn by exciting hammering.

 

Kim Sungchul, who was moving forward breaking the rock, found a strange spell in the crevice of the rock.

 

‘Is this a spell trap?’

 

Someone hung.

 

A smashed rubble and hurled into the rock, a huge flame pushed into the cave, ready to burn everything.

 

After the flame disappeared, Kim Sungchul appeared between the cracks in the rock.

 

As usual, he did not hurt one.

 

He placed Arm Garaz in the Soul Warehouse, staring at the entrance of the cave.

 

‘I don’t know who you are, but you’re not kidding.’

 

Beyond McCain’s smoke, I noticed a forest that palely grown in the dark and moonlight.

 

Bertelgia squirmed in the woods and shouted.

 

Kim Sungchul Identified the identity of the body at a glance.

 

The dead bodies are less than a day old yet.

 

The drum was coming from these zombies.

 

Kim Sungchul Among the four zombies, I found a large drum tied to a rope and a big tree on the back of the oldest man.

 

The drumstick, bound with the drum, was connected to the limbs of the dead and produced an ominous sound of staggered whenever the lion moved.

 

The zombie that smelled Kim Seong-chul was busy and the beat of the drum was suddenly faster.

 

And when they smelled the blood of the living and ran as a wild beast toward Kim Seong-chul, it resonated with a fast tempo like the drum sound heard when infantry assaulted.

 

Kim Sun-cheol’s eyes passed by a light of contempt.

 

The Mahjong Cassandra appeared after a long time.

 

The whip with the flames of the demons burned down two zombie rushes.

 

Bukchae, who had an ominous ringing sound, fell to the floor and fell in front of Kim’s feet.

 

What I thought was a drumstick was a person’s shin bone.

 

It is not too old, fresh blood is not extracted from a person’s body.

 

“What is this?”

 

Bertelgia shook in his pocket.

 

Kim Sungchul He trotted his bones with his feet and looked around them.

 

“The appearance of a poor man appeared.”

 

Not surprisingly A man was walking towards this place in the woods.

 

Kim Sungchul turned his head to stare at the man.

 

An ordinary face, physique, and dress that’s no different. It was a face of raw cotton, but it felt like an illusion where I saw it.

 

But when the man opened his mouth, the shell of mediocrity disappeared.

 

“It was here as the bitch said.”

 

It was a ridiculously sullen voice that, once heard, would never be forgotten. If there is a voice in the grave, it will be like this.

 

‘You smell like death. Are you an assassin? ‘

 

Kim Sungchul At a glance, he glanced at the identity of the company and asked with a calm voice.

 

“The girl? Who are you talking about? ”

 

A strange man replied with a sulky laugh to Kim Sung-chul’s question.

 

“You wouldn’t know. A fly flies from the future. ”

 

“What is it?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. Crashing. ”

 

An ordinary guy smiled.

 

Kim Seong-chul’s eyes came to mind.

 

“I will show you the assassination of assassination that never existed and will not exist after that.”

 

Endless pride and faith in self were springing up from the whole body of Baek Young.

 

Kim Sungchul who saw it I seemed to know why this assassin appeared in front of himself even when he knew the deaths of other colleagues.

 

But the assassin is only an assassin.

 

Kim Sungchul spoke in spite of contempt.

 

“There’s a lot of talk on the topic of flying flies.”

 

As soon as Baek-young laughed at what she wanted to say, the horseman Cassandra flew and tore her body in half.

 

But the place where Baekyoung disappeared, there was no blood or flesh. When he reached Cassandra, Baekyoung’s new type disappeared like a mirage.

 

‘It’s not a normal illusion.’

 

It is impossible to use a magic trick in front of Kim Seong-chul, who has the eyes of truth.

 

The story is that Baekyoung just showed his special ability.

 

Showing such abilities to Kim Seong-chul is either confident or aims at another paving stone. Maybe it is both.

 

However, there was a fact that Baek Young did not know.

 

Remnants and deception are not commonly used in a company called Kim Seong-chul.

 

From the beginning, the man who had to walk the path of absolute power, the man who had to walk intently, was a virtue necessary to survive.

 

If the opponent comes out of remnants rather than strength, it is not necessary to rush.

 

Kim Sungchul I walked forward with a pace that was neither fast nor slow.

 

The thunder and the sound of drums were echoing through the woods.

 

Going forward, a group of angry mobs were roaring with torches.

 

A shallow sigh came out of Kim’s mouth.

 

Dirty fights were expected.

 

On the deck of the Human Empire Collaboration, where you can see the entire hermit tower. Any dog ​​was watching the flames covering the forest with interesting eyes.

 

A young admiral wearing a colorful armor came to the side of the dog and looked at the flames she stared at.

 

“Regressors. Is that what the seven heroes Baek Young are saying? ”

 

The admiral’s identity is Archubus. It was a compound notorious for his embarrassment to the emperor and his recent involvement in the massacre in Panchuria.

 

A seed often approached and offered a drink.

 

The arch-cubus grabbed the blood-stained wine glass and listened to the shouts and drums from below.

 

No other battles have yet appeared.

 

He soon became bored and turned to the dog and asked a question.

 

“Every assassin must hide like a cat and sneak insane. What are you going to do with such a big spread? Are you going to assassinate or not? ”

 

No one said yes to that harsh question. Instead, she smiled with a strange smile and shouted vague words.

 

“…. Matane’s shooter. His martan penetrates all things. ”