Auto Hunting As A Clone

Jumpers, George Lucas.

In his late 30s, he was an S ranker in the United States and the head of the Enlighten Group.

His teleportation Blink skill was his patent for resale, and he was the only one to attack Odin's Tower Dungeon where no one had succeeded.

He was being reported to someone in his office.

“· · · Up to now 80% of the world's 3 billion people have been awakened. ”

“I see. How long until 100% Awakening? ”

“The trend in participating in the Awakening Program is within the next five years. ”

“5 years · · · ·. ”

Lucas looks at the city through the window of his office.

“Almost there. ”

Until then.

* * *

The bus home.

Sang-woo turned on his returned smartphone.

For your information, I returned my smartphone because electronic devices could break when I moved the portal.

I looked at the phone and I saw a huge stack of messages.

[kkd]: Hey, what's your skill? I have two Hunter skills.

[kkd]: Pretty cool, huh?

[kkd]: What are you up to?

[kkd]: Hey, answer me.

[kkd]: Shit.

[kkd]: Sleep?

[kkd]: Type

Most of them were just unnutritious messages sent by Kim Kyungsoo, his best friend.

Sang-woo replied without a last name.

I don't know.

Then the number 1 disappeared immediately.

[kkd]: Why? Did you pay for it?

[kkd]: Answer me quickly.

[kkd]: Bye-bye!

[Shark]: Yeah.

[kkd]: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

[kkd]: The Nine House is always snooping around, so I think I just learned my dingling skills.

[kkd]: You should be outside like your brother. · · ·

"Oh, shut up. ’

Kyung-do Kim has been a close friend since elementary school.

He was fluffy and outgoing, so he was nice to everyone, but he had too much to say for a disadvantage.

I arrived at home one day, between Kyung-gyeong Kim and Tea-tae.

It was Sang-woo's place with only eight square feet of studio.

As soon as I open the front door, I hear a sincere sound.

Weeing.

“How are my cubs doing?" ”

There were two computers running in the room.

Four monitors.

Inside each monitor there were 16 identical game program windows, four of which were turned on.

In the program, game characters were automatically moving and hunting monsters.

A series of actions that take items by themselves, move them to town, and put them in storage.

Yes, it is.

Sang-woo is turning the macro into 16 characters.

15 Bucca (sub-character) and 1 Bonca (main character).

Farming to 15 buccaneers (collecting items, materials, EXP, etc.) was a way to drive items and money to the bonanza for the growth of Bonnet.

This led to overwhelming rapid growth compared to users who typically only had one character.

Sitting in a computer chair, he began to monitor the game in earnest.

First, I checked the money and items in the Bone Mining Warehouse.

Money is almost always fixed, but items are random.

But I didn't see any rare materials or equipment.

‘Not today either. ’

I didn't have much income.

I got rid of the miscellaneous goods, but the profits didn't meet my expectations.

Sang-woo eventually collapsed, lying on an old mattress that he had left as a replacement for the bed.

It's been two years since I started making money playing games.

When it was popular, selling farmed game money all day was enough to touch more money than anything else.

When he was 20 years old when he went to high school, he was able to become independent because of the money he earned at that time.

However, as the popularity of his games grew cooler, his fixed income decreased.

A situation where rare items cannot be reliant solely on the chance of rising.

‘I also have to pay tuition · ·. Let's try another game. Making macros is annoying. ’

Macro.

In the sense of automation, almost anything you do with a computer can be made into a macro and automated.

Macros fit Sang-woo very well in terms of doing human work for him. I liked the game but I was not patient enough to endure the process of playing Nogada. After all, it was natural for him to fall in love with macros.

But my belly button was bigger than my stomach.

I had to struggle with programming languages to make macros.

Of course, the result was a positive result of the income that normal high school students could not earn, and all the other computer certifications that were included in the study were a plus factor and were able to enter the University of Seoul.

At first, Sang-woo's parents, who were very unhappy with playing games and only going out of the house, said that they were earning money and paying tuition fees.

‘Then what are you doing? This game is getting late. ’

Nothing lasts forever, but the game market is extremely fashionable and rarely lasts long.

That's why every game trend changes: exciting games and crashing games.

In the end, users who made money playing games like Sang-woo had to move around the game like a migratory bird according to this trend, and this process exhausted Sang-woo.

‘We need to find a normal and stable job. It bothers me to work · · ·. I want someone to do my job for me in real life · · · ’

At that moment, Sang-woo just remembered the skill he gained during the Awakening.

Self immolation!

If the self-immolation really works out the way he thinks. · · ·

He decided to try it out.

Sang-woo, standing in the living room in the studio.

After a few deep breaths, I used an anesthesia, as if I were doing something extraordinary.

‘Summon self-immolation. ’

Thinking about self-immolation, I felt a sudden rush of energy that I didn't even know was in my body.

Maybe the unknown energy "Mana" is contained in all things in the world.

After escaping Sang-woo's body, Minor Mana quickly fuses with the surrounding Mana and is blown out.

Mana started to be visible to the naked eye as she lit up.

Soon the Mana grew to the size of an upper body and grew into a hologram-like blurry figure.

A shape that is gradually becoming apparent.

It's me.

175 inches tall, well-groomed, full body, big eyes and round face.

It was exactly what the right side looked like.

“Uh-huh. ”

“ · · ·. ”

“· · · Are you self-immolating? ”

“Yes.”

Even a slightly bashful voice.

I felt like I was recording my own voice.

And this made Sang-woo shiver.

because it reminded me of a German superstition that I had heard before.

If you see your doppelganger, you die.

It was a urban legend that if you see someone who looks the same as you die.

Sang-woo got scared for a while.

But then I got up the courage.

‘People die when they see someone who looks like them. · · But she's okay because I made her. ’

Then he examines the summoned self step by step.

Since I was naked and wearing nothing, I could see the round body, belly, and penis surrounded by fat.

It was the way I looked in the mirror in the shower.

Unlike mirrors, self-immolation also moves gradually around the environment.

“Hey, can I touch it? ”

“Yes, Master. ”

Good answer.

Sang-woo listened to the words and touched the body of his self-immolation.

Soft texture is the same as human skin.

‘But my body was like this. ’

I felt self-conscious for a moment, but Sang-woo became curious and curious as he got used to the situation.

“Now I command you. ”

“Yes.”

Whatever he was thinking about doing, Sang-woo thought about ordering him to sit down.

Suddenly, I thought about it, and I crouched down.

“Oh, I can think of one. ”

Sang-woo was impressed.

It's better if you don't have to give orders verbally.

‘Lie down.'

The self-immolation lying there.

‘Stand up.'

The self-immolation.

‘Repeat.’

Then, the self-immolation repeats lying down and getting up.

However, I started to suffocate, exhaling and sweating less than 10 times.

‘Well, it's hard to be self-immolating. ’

However, Sang-woo was keeping an eye on me because it wasn't hard.

I was curious about how much the ability of self-immolation was related to physical strength and how sustainable it was.

But it was then.

I was watching it for about 10 minutes, and a message popped up.

[HP has increased by 0.001.]

What is this? ’