Desire

My glass is full.

“It's not that there's no alcohol, but I wanted to feel like living in the countryside. But I can't guarantee the taste. I don't even have the expertise. ”

He laughed and dipped his nuts in alcohol. He continued, pouring the drink in turn.

“There's a lot of old people around. You and I are getting drunk, so you have to come here and do this. That's what they taught us to do. I wanted to say fuck you, but, like I said before, I don't know anything. I listened to it properly and soaked it. ”

A thousand drinks fill his cup, and he glances at Camilla. Camila's cup, which sits limp, contains clear water. Cheongtong muttered while tasting again.

“I can't even give her a drink. That doesn't mean we have a car. Just hold on to the water.” “Yes, yes..”

Camila hesitates. She was thinking about what she should call the Thousand. If he's your master, what should I call him?.. Grandfather? I suddenly came up with that title, but Camila's eyes didn't look very old compared to pain.

“How's life in the monastery? ”

I emptied the cup. The drink that was filled with tons and tons of seriousness was just alcohol. It didn't taste particularly good, and it didn't smell good. It's just the booze. Azin hands the drink over to you and lowers the glass.

“It just is. ”

He picks up the snatch and puts it in the poison. Filled with wine, he reaches a distance and pours it into his mouth.

“It's not particularly fun, it's not just boring. Yeah, like this drink. ”

After speaking, he laughed and giggled. Azin glanced back at the crowd. Azin's mouth opened.

“Don't you want to go outside?” Why would I? ”

As soon as I asked, I immediately heard rumours. He sat comfortably and looked at his face.

“I'm a dead body. ”

“He's alive. ”

“It's a dead body, to be exact. Dead, fresh. That's all. I died in the jungle. Why would I go back out there?” “The Sovereign Union?” “I threw it away. ”

I heard the answer from behind. There was no need to look back. The thin breeze touches, and the seriousness stands on the side of the thousand. He looked down at the pain and slowly sat down.

“Why did you come to the Abbey?” I haven't seen you in years. Can't you welcome me? "” “Do we have to hug you and cry our asses off? ”

I asked him with an absurd face, and he shook his head, smiling heavily.

“I don't want to. ”

“So am I. It's gonna be disgusting. ”

Thousands of thousands of people held out their tongues like that. Seriously, he took a thousand cups and poured them out of the poison.

“Must be a few more years of silence, but I'm in a hurry.” “The squealing disciple is here. We should open it and serve it to them if it doesn't ripen. I don't have anything for you. ”

Thousands of people answered and looked at the pain.

“How well did we do without our work? ”

“.. named after you. Winning your stars. With a great wall and a supersonic angle." “What a terrible name. If you use a shameless name in front of me, I will kill you with all the means and tricks I can use. And then I'll kill myself in shame. ”

The grumbling growls. Azin smiles bitterly at both of them. At that time, he named them in honor of the two masters, but the dead master was sitting in front of his eyes fresh, so he embarrassed the name of the shameless man himself.

“So, how familiar are you with the... wall and the supernatural?” “both about five stars.” “You've got yourself a disciple. He didn't tell me the verdict. He only showed it to me a few times on his deathbed. He understood it freely and even learned to 5 stars.” Maybe genius is a genius. So, what brings you to the Abbey? ”

In that question, Azin unraveled the story of why he came to the Abbey. Naturally, Ajin also came to talk about what is happening with the current deforestation. Thousands of tons and seriousness kept their mouths shut and waited for Azin's words to end.

“It's been a long time since anything happened to the stars. So, Safa ate the chinese? ”

He laughed, not muttering. Twins have not belonged to either the sperm or the safa from the beginning. It was not that impressive that Safa became dominant over Moorish.

No, actually, more than that, they got rid of their sense of fascism completely. Azin rubs his hands on the glass, watching the supernatural twins.

“.. are you satisfied? ”

“You keep trying to stir up a false wind. What are you doing taking a bunch of foolish old people out? ”

Thousands are dying. I couldn't answer him. Twins have abandoned their stubbornness. But Azin remained a fool. The difference was that a thousand thousand silent azines were scratched on the back of the head.

“It's a small house. There's nothing I can do. Stay here... if you want to be a grasshopper. ”

When he finished speaking, he tapped the huge liquor with the back of his hand.

“There's plenty to drink. ”

*

He's out.

It was late, and Camilla fell asleep. It was supposed to be time to log out and fall asleep in reality, but Azin looked up at the sky of the monastery without logging out.

The black night was high. There were many stars, and the moon was big. Azin picks up his backpack and looks at it for a long time.

A cold day is dawning. Azin's eyes changed. Every landscape in sight distorts. I saw a Natural Keeper floating. He looked down, looking at his hands. You see a massive internal air that flows through your veins, and you see an internal air that can't fill up and overflow.

Unconsciously opens the Pokémon's Attack stat. It's not just a ginseng ball, it's not a wall, it's not a papyrus. I unfolded a law that I had learned before. Unconscious of a skill. I've memorized all the moves before, and I move through the air according to them.

It's blocked.

Azin's fist stops. The movement continues smoothly, but the internal air does not move well. The reason was simple, because it was not done with skill, but with bare body.

Again. This time with a different officer. The consciousness continues, and the pain moves. This time it's blocked at some point.

“What are you doing? ”

I heard a voice behind my back. It smells of raw snow. Azin turns his head and looks back. I was looking at the stench of stubborn raw snow.

“.. I was trying to do it without a job. ”

“Unsullied?”

“Yes.”

“Too pathetic for your level of masonry. ”

In the plains of Raw Snow, Azin had no choice but to laugh. Again mutters and raises his hands.

“At my level, isn't that all you need is the help of skills?” “.. what's wrong with you?” “It's nothing. I think he was too immersed. in the form of an unmanned model.” “Imitate?” "Take a look. ”

Ajin naturally develops his skills. It didn't have to be much of a ritual, like breathing. Rather, Azin was fully accustomed to his ability in the game, so he had to be conscious of not using the skill.

Changes the surrounding groups. The Gene Shrine has completely taken over the space. Azin raises his foot as he looks around the landscape that is darker than the darkness of the night.

The footsteps of a thousand warlords. Huge weight builds the ground. The law that followed was also spread with skill, and the inner air quickly flowed.

“If you use skills, you can use them so easily... and so strong.” “... what's wrong with that now? You're a player.” “Yeah. I'm a player, but I didn't tell you. I think he was too immersed in unmanned imitation. ”

Azin takes a step back. The conquest of Gene Shrine is over.

“That's why I feel self-conscious. ”

“... self-awareness... what the hell did you hear from Noya?” He wants to teach you a lesson. ”

It's nothing to worry about, but I'm thinking about it. Azin mutters that way, turning his back. He looked up at the sky and said,

“Very strong masonry. Noya made it herself, and once she learns it... she said her growth correction will really help her fight against the Demon King.” “.. don't you want to learn?” Why are you so reluctant to give me something good? I'd like to learn, but... ”

Ajin smiles bitterly. He raises his hand and knocks on his chest.

“There's absolutely no reason to... think about it. Why? There's nothing wrong with me once I've learned it. ”

An unmanned imitation. Raw Snow understood what Azin was saying a little later. It was just like Ajin said.

For years, Ajin has played this game. I was more loyal to my life in this game than in reality The avatar in the game has lived more like a real body than a real body.

It is said to be a skill, but has been trained without skill and has been used without skill. Of course, Azin didn't really depend on skills. He fought with a trained artillery because of his efforts.

But if Ajin had not been able to use his skills, he would have been able to win every battle so far.

Azin is strong. Players who are distracted by simple moves without using a skill can deal with it like children. But what's possible is that Azin's avatar is superior to the other players' avatars and the influence of salsa flavored with black snow on him.

What about the pain of reality?

“.. I understand your concern. I don't think that's a bad idea. ”

The scent of Raw Snow sighed and approached Azin. She grabs hold of her shoulder, standing behind her.

“What do you think of yourself? ”

“Player.”

“You want to be unmanned. ”

“You're here now? ”

Azin looks down at his hands. I can see my hands in stiff flesh. It was a trail of shameless work. Traces of shamanism that depended on skill.

“I've learned a lot of shamanism in this game, and I've always used shamanism. Skills. I have a sense of self-esteem, so... what I'm thinking about is... I was overconfident with that kind of craftsmanship. Eventually, the skilled artisan was crushed by a heart sword that Devello realized.” “But that doesn't make you any weaker than Devello.” “I must catch the Demon King. ”

Ajin spits it out.

“Whatever it takes, we must kill the Demon King. It was me..... Noya said. You will have a 30% chance of winning the Demon King's fight if you master your craft... then there's a 70% chance of losing. ”

Azin clenches his fist.

“Skilled artisans have limits. That's what I felt. That's why I'm thinking about it. What if I could learn Noya's art form... and settle down? What if I could understand the skills of a skilled artisan, like I've done so far? So it's fixed at 30 percent. Maybe it'll fall below.” “Then you understand.” I'm not unmanned, am I? ”“ Then we'll be unmanned. ”

The smell of Raw Snow gave me strength.

“What do you see me as? ”

In saying this, he looked back at the smell of Raw Snow. The scent of Raw Snow grins toward Azin and grabs his fist and slightly pushes away his chest.

“I am your master. ”

The smell of Raw Snow wore off.

“Before she was your woman, your master, He was an absolute martyr, a Bishop of the Church... and a great unmanned man like that. ”

The hand of the black snow that held my fist was loosened. She hugs her shoulder and leans her head against her chest.

“If you want to be unmanned, I'll make you unmanned. ”