Main Character Hides His Strength

 

Homunculus came out of the White Square from early dawn and gathered in the center of the square to memorize unpleasant spells.

 

“Penderodero… Penderodero… . ”

 

The summoners who were asleep opened their eyes one by one to the sudden movement of the Homunculus and watched the scene.

 

Soon they discovered the elevation of the square’s ground starting at the point where the Homunculus stood.

 

The rising ground was slowly becoming a basketball court-type amphitheater.

 

“Now, humans! Pay attention! It’s the appearance of a new discipline manager here! ”

 

During the ritual of the Homunculus, a new head of discipline appeared in front of the people.

 

It was less than the predecessor who was extraordinarily huge, but he was wearing a black hat with a bigger guy than ordinary Homunculus.

 

The new disciplinary officer climbed onto the platform and coughed up and started saying what he had seen.

 

“We are the veteran Homunculus of the Summoning Palace, the veteran Homunculus, who has been watching and leading humans with rich experience, economy, interest and curiosity. . ”

 

He was the inaugural office of disciplinary director.

 

“It’s so cool!”

 

“I want to be the chief of discipline!”

 

Only Homunculus sent envy, but no one listened.

 

When the stadium was completed, the new discipline manager changed the theme and began to explain the events that will be held today.

 

“Okay! Humans! Let’s listen and listen now! Starting today, we’re going to select 30 captains to fight for our White Square! ”

 

The inaugural was a summoner who shed roughly, but he listened closely to the explanation of the succession.

 

After the explanation, the summoners responded differently.

 

“If you don’t belong in thirty people, you have to gamble your life? What are you talking about? ”

 

“I don’t mean that we should fight each other after all? I don’t like it. ”

 

“But you don’t have to go up to the battlefield to live? I’ll be unconditional How can I get here, Arm, can’t die! ”

 

The whole square was shaken by hand.

 

The new disciplinary director watched the summoners with a sloppy smile and soon waved back looking.

 

The jingles that shook the eardrum sounded inside the stadium.

 

A homunculus with earplugs in his ears held a drumstick gently next to a gong, many times larger than his torso.

 

The enormous ringing calmed the intestinal turmoil.

 

The discipline chief again stood before the people.

 

“Okay! character! Stop explaining! I’m starting the lineup right now! The method is non-mu as described earlier! The humans who are going to compete are coming up the arena! ”

 

People stared at each other while being dubious.

 

Bimura was not familiar with the method.

 

The martial arts system seems to be similar to the modern martial arts rule in that it is basically a one-on-one game, but unlike martial arts, it must continue to fight until the new challenger does not end with a single game.

 

If a person who doesn’t even dare to challenge is coming out, it will end soon, but if a halfway player comes out, the game can be endlessly long.

 

Most of the summoners had half-time skills and thought that there was nothing to be gained.

 

When the participant did not come out for the time to drink a cup of tea, the head of discipline went back.

 

“Now humans! If you don’t go to the contest, you might regret it! It’s coming out quickly! ”

 

Upon hearing the words, a man courageously climbed to the round arena.

 

An ordinary man with no special features.

 

The clothes I wear are worn out and casual.

 

“Now, the first captain candidate appeared! Is there no human to challenge this? I’ll give you 30 seconds! I’ll challenge this captain in there! ”

 

The jingling sounded to announce the beginning.

 

Silence flowed in the gut.

 

Surprisingly no one came out.

 

I noticed everyone was looking at each angle.

 

‘That’s what I’m going to win.

 

‘Would you like to go back once?’

 

‘Thirty people are selected, so it’s okay to filter them first.’

 

The thirty-second time passed by, while their calculations were fierce.

 

Jingsori sounded once again in the intestines to announce the deadline, and the first captain was born.

 

“Okay! character! Humans! The first candidate has been selected! There are twenty-nine seats left! Humans don’t notice, they make an effort! ”

 

It was a fresh ending.

 

I’m so simple and easy to select the colon.

 

The first man with a small container scratched his back with a grim face.

 

Disappointment passed by the faces of hesitant people.

 

Various thoughts lie inside them.

 

‘Ah … did I go out?’

 

‘That was how much I could win…

 

‘Well, this is the first time. I’ll have a chance next time! ‘

 

But human thoughts are mostly similar laws.

 

The second captain’s selection began, creating a landscape of dozens of people at a time.

 

In an instant, the stadium was filled with bean sprouts and made an abbey ring.

 

“One by one! One by one! Bimbo! It’s order! ”

 

The chief of disciplines shouted, but no one listened.

 

They pushed and swear at each other and tried to keep their place somehow.

 

Then a man came out.

 

“Hey! Hey! Move! The baby is .. ‘

 

A tattoo of a skin covered with a lean physique, well-shaped eyes and a prominent whole body.

 

When he got on the platform, a crustal change occurred on the platform.

 

At the end of the training room, humans, who were not even shaken, saw the ceiling and froze like a mouse in front of a cat.

 

Chun Sik pulled the dagger of Swift and squinted towards the head of the discipline room.

 

“Can I kill you now?”

 

The disciplinary’s chief opens his mouth and reveals teeth like cogs.

 

“A well-speaking human is always welcome!”

 

When permission dropped, Chun Sik ran to the crowd with his sword without any hesitation.

 

A man pulled a sword and tried to stop it, but in a moment, he fell down with a string of blood on his sword.

 

As one died and fell, the people who were on the platform jumped down.

 

The dogs were all kicked out by a lion.

 

The remaining ceiling smacked the appetite, looking down as if it were fresh.

 

Ceiling sounded as second captain after Jing sounded to announce the end.

 

There has been a similar flow since.

 

A strong and powerful combat ceiling paddle was selected as the captain.

 

Several people in a row were filled with a ceiling plaque.

 

As we go along, the ceiling of the ceiling is ready to take over the captain.

 

And the 10th Captain Selection.

 

Kim Sung-chul, who was in the corner, quietly climbed onto the platform.

 

Chun, a gangster, threatened with bloody eyes and boos, but only premiered Kim Sungchul.

 

Kim Sungchul I stared at the anonymous bracelet on my left arm.

 

The effect on the bracelet itself is only anonymous, but what will be the result will be watched from now on.

 

“I will come out.”

 

Soon a man came up on the platform.

 

A sturdy physique with a cut in the eye, one of the ceiling gangs.

 

He was holding a large ax suitable for his physique.

 

“The challenger has appeared! Then start the contest!

 

Suddenly, when Kim Sung-cheol tried to prepare by drawing the sword of beginning, someone suddenly entered the stadium.

 

It was a man of ugly attire wearing a dumb hat.

 

He wore a red T-shirt, almost as old as jeans and rags.

 

The faded phrase ‘2002 Be the Reds!’

 

Kim Seong-chul’s eyes came to mind.

 

A new entrant walked past Kim Seong-cheol to the challenger of the ceiling plaque.

 

A ceiling-loading man with an ax tried to threaten his eyes, but the answer was a shiny blade.

 

The blade and the blade hit the blade and sparked.

 

The eye of the ceiling load drastically distorted.

 

The ax began to push back.

 

The man with the ax squeezed the force of the man and squeezed the man’s blade and roared.

 

However, the blade that was pushed out smoothly orbited the plane and flew out of the box.

 

The ceiling of the screaming ceiling was cut by a single knife and flew in a parabolic parachute.

 

At the moment the neck fell to the floor, the body was lost and slumped down and fell to the ground.

 

Heavy silence came throughout the square.

 

Soon the angry anger broke the silence.

 

“Dare you kill the bell? You’ve been fucked by me today !! ”

 

A ceiling wreck woke up like a wildfire.

 

At the same time, ten men went up to the stadium with weapons.

 

A man wearing a bunge seemed to be in crisis.

 

Kim Sungchul quietly watched the situation until then.

 

Kim Sungchul discovered that the man in the bunker was in a strange condition.

 

There is no magic or magic.

 

The ideal was felt at a more fundamental level.

 

Soon Kim Sungchul found the cause.

 

Two other people came up the square.

 

They were the ones who covered their faces with a mud flat or mountaineer and wore old clothes more like rags than clothes.

 

Their breathing was constant like a machine and did not speak a single word to each other.

 

Two more swords were drawn.

 

The rags walked slowly towards the celestial clan.

 

“Where are you the ones who ate?”

 

The scared dog barks.

 

The celestial gang called a reinforcement, swearing swearing.

 

Ten more men were on the pitch.

 

The number is twenty-five.

 

Whoever sees was a victory of the ceiling.

 

A celestial plaque is a group of elite warriors who are pursuing minority elites, and now the number is even greater than the enemy.

 

However, opening the lid showed different results.

 

The swordsmen of the rags were near miraculous.

 

Their swords or swords were infiltrated into their enemy’s spots, shedding, picking, and throwing them incapacitated.

 

It did not take long for some of the heads to hang out on the floor and the floor of the stadium to bleed with blood.

 

In just one minute, the celestial plaque lost more than two-thirds and fled down the arena.

 

Those who wore rags looked down without saying anything, but went down to the platform, leaving behind Kim Sung-chul.

 

Soon the pleasant voice of the new discipline director echoed.

 

“30 seconds remaining!”

 

Kim Sungchul was watching the backs of those who wore the rags while the chirping sounded for the end of time.

 

‘Also… It’s a sword. ‘

 

Not all slaves caught in Summon Square are sold.

 

Some are returned before being delivered to the client because of the client’s simple remorse.

 

However, the summoners, who are supposed to be slaves, are placed in strange positions, not as new summoners or alien inhabitants, from the moment they enter the hands of slave hunters.

 

The word was gone.

 

Those beings that are incompetent have a high probability of being disposed of, but some of them are versatile in recognition of their innate talents.

 

A slave gladiator, called a sword, is one of them.

 

The stats are insignificant, but because they were forced to learn only one sword, they have very high sword proficiency, and fear and emotion are castrated, so they are known to be able to lightly cut enemies stronger than themselves.

 

Not one such sword, but three appeared.

 

‘You used your hair. The sword is just a tool, so it’s easy to close the summoning palace, and even if it’s time for sanctions. ‘

 

Under the auspices of the swordsmen, Kim Sungchul did not get a drop of blood on his sword, but he was eligible to play the game.

 

As he descended from the stage of the stadium, he came to Kim Seong-cheol with a handful of subordinates as if the ceiling waited.

 

“Hey. What are you doing? “

 

Though he was expressionless, he had an unbearable anger in him.

 

It was hard to dare to look straight, but there was a lively gaze in front of her eyes, but as usual, Kim Sungchul did not even move.

 

Instead, he pointed his finger over his shoulder and said quietly.

 

“Don’t bully me, talk directly to them.”

 

Kim Seong-chul’s fingertips pointed to the swordsmen standing under the stadium.

 

Chun-shik glanced at the sword, and withdrew his men in front of Kim Sung-chul.

 

Since then, selection has continued.

 

Obviously, the momentum of the celestial gang broke down.

 

Kim Hak-chul, a summoner on the side of the quarrel, fought in front of the stadium.

 

Although there was vigorous contention, the winners were officials armed with superior stats and equipment.

 

Park Jung-sik, Kim Woo-jung, Bae Sung-hye, and others who followed Kim Seong-chul, as well as two people who barely survived the wolf attack, passed the selection.

 

Twenty out of thirty seats disappeared in an instant.

 

Nothing yet appeared, but there was a strange atmosphere in the gut.

 

The ceiling was planning to assemble the men to hit the sword.

 

Homunculus were everywhere, but there was nothing in the ceiling.

 

If they leave the sword as it is, the face will not make sense.

 

As a leader of a group, he may be stigmatized as an incompetent who cannot repay even the deaths of his men and even break up his factions.

 

Chun Sik pulled a dagger of swiftness and asked a duel to one of the swordsmen.

 

He was a man in a red devil T-shirt wearing a bunker.

 

Swordsman did not say anything, seeing the opponent to pull the sword reflexively pulled his sword.

 

Ceiling screamed and rushed towards the sword.

 

A sword bounced in the air and splattered a flame.

 

As a result of striking the sword, the ceiling felt that the other’s strength was better than his own.

 

Rather, the power is ahead.

 

Courageous ceiling struck a series of stormy attacks.

 

The daggers of swift movements dazzled and simultaneously targeted several places of the sword.

 

However, his attack was so simply blocked by the defense of the sword, and in time the attack hit a limit.

 

The lead of the attack went from the ceiling to the sword.

 

At that moment, he realized that there was a difference between himself and the sword that could not be measured by force, but it was too late.

 

Rusted and rusted in many places, but the sword of the sword was filled with a lot of blood was aimed at his abdomen.

 

Chun-Sik burst into laughter.

 

At that moment, a miracle happened.

 

Even now, the tip of the sword stuck in the moment to pierce the abdomen is blocked by someone’s sword.

 

She looked cold without looking back.

 

“Look at their eyes. I’m not a person. ”

 

Only then did he see the eyes of the sword that was hidden beneath the bunk.

 

The pupil disappeared, and only the whites were ghostly eyes.

 

‘Well .. What is this baby … not a human ?!’

 

The ceiling shrugged and shrugged, the sword turned away leaving the ceiling.

 

It was only natural that any dog ​​made the next hit.

 

No summoners who knew the skills of any one dared to challenge them.

 

“Are there no challengers? Then count 30 seconds! ”

 

The countdown of the new discipline began.

 

Anyone looked around with a blank face and found Kim Seong-chul looking at himself from the bottom and waved slightly.

 

When the countdown left ten seconds.

 

Three men climbed up the field.