Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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Jung-ro 1ga, Seoul, a high-rise building dedicated to the Red Lion team.

The basement was currently a Helmet Training Ground dedicated to salt water heating.

- Pang!

The heavy, cool sound of meats and balls.

The ball that was thrown by the heat of fire was sucked into the meat that was held by the heat of fire exactly.

The leader of the Dragon Clan, Chungryong, who was in charge of the Referee's station, cried out loudly.

"Twentieth century, again Strike! Perfect, JunPyo!"

"Khh, my son!"

The Blue Dragon and Red Lion's Team Master's Flamingo trembled.

The dragons and team members who were shooting the helmet pose at various angles were cheering.

"The restraint, the direction of rotation, the number of revolutions, the trajectory of the ball's movement, there's nothing flawless!"

"Well done, my sub fever!"

The size, weight, and material of the pro baseball population in Korea, but a baseball with sensors inside.

The results of the helmet infestation analyzed with the device paired with its baseball were deployed in a large hologram floating on the wall of the practice field.

I saw the numbers in the hologram.

He shakes his head.

"The time from wind-up to release is not constant. I'll throw the ten again."

"· · · · Joon Fever, it's one thing to throw in the city anyway, but do you have to care about that? What are you going to do when you're perfect? There are still too many fans!"

"That's right! You speak well of the fever!"

"Yeah, and if you hurt your shoulder, it's a baseball field and all!"

"Let's burn it!"

He looked at the blue dragon and the fever, which was the energy to emit fire right away, and said that the fever was polite.

"I won't get hurt. Don't do that."

"Okay, don't do that."

The majestic voice of the leader of the Blue Dragon with the Yingyuan wave.

The majesty of the statue is a remark that cannot be felt at all, and once proclaimed by the leader of the Blue Dragon, other dragons shut their mouths.

"I was surprised to see you suddenly stare."

"You don't find a Red Wall Bar these days, you don't work for the student council, and you come early to practice your helmet. That's good."

"Then I heard that there was a guy at school who was struggling with Joon Fever. He's a grassy little guy. He's not scared!"

"Do you want to kill him?"

"I saw the footage that Yong-gun sent me, and I heard that Joon-fever was crushing me right away because I was chopping up a few rooms. I think I can just leave the sublethal heat to relieve the stress."

"Yeah, let's let them enjoy baseball and school now."

Red Lion team members and dragon clans who don't even know what's going on behind their backs.

The fever was just trying to give the preliminary teacher a perfect pitch in time to show his red wall gangrene.

'There are three things Red Wall gangrene has asked for. Firstly, take a look at the baseball stadium on May 5. Second, see the game through to the end. Third, keep the begging a secret until the day.'

The ball of Crimson Fever is plunged back into the meatballs, and the cheer bursts.

The fever kept smiling and rethinking.

'All three will be perfect. And when the game is over safely, the Red Wall freak will be my teacher!'

On the other hand, there was a dragon who did not let go of his psychic cord with such a fever.

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He didn't say a word to the other dragons, but he was questioning the situation.

'Joon Fever can't give up the Red Wall Syndrome easily. There's got to be something.'

Yongzhejun reasoned with a stuttering memory.

Life patterns of acute fever.

Ignition content.

Solvent that used to play the chess piece one by one in the head.

'By the end of the midterm, there was a day when I felt very good about the sublethal fever on my deathbed. What happened that day? I also wanted to do it afterwards.'

Of course I don't intend to say that.

The fever is on the alert, and the blue dragon or the fever almost hits the seconds.

'I think it would be more fun to keep your mouth shut, so let it go. I'm gonna make sure the quadriplegic doesn't get hurt.'

Ding-dong.

At that time, a message was sent by the head of the chess group to the device of the solvents.

A list of chess contestants. '

The solvents confirmed the hologram with the pitching of the salt water column.

The mouth of the gun that saw the list climbed very high.

'Anonymous supernova!'

In it was one of the students noted by Yongzhou Shin.

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The next day, after school.

Newspapers, newcomers only.

"Hahahaha! I can't dry up because of the rhythms and words!"

A literary essay that floats a hologram and makes articles fun.

Fever Knight?

The fever is about to start, but it's not going to spread.

"Mr. Margin seems to be training hard, too. It's a pity that I'm going to keep getting rid of you because you're so cranky and imaginative!"

Oh, it's about the fever and the margin fight.

"Well, don't you mind? Don't you like it? This Munsaron knows the situation before and after!"

Moon Sae Theory explained the situation in detail immediately.

The recent morning and evening secret personal training.

Because of this, they are eagerly avoiding perception, and they are also resting on student council activities.

I don't know if you liked it or if you were nervous. I heard that Margin asked for a match, but she was busy.

Margin choked and fought using the word 'Pineapple Dragon'.

'You are so brave.'

A street level manners is a fight, but it's my playable character's courage.

After all, a descendant of a dragon clan who fought and fought in anger.

It's a battle, and the margin won unilaterally and it's over with the flames.

"Well, it's the journalist's role to pay attention and support to non-alcoholics too! Next time, let's go see Margin Seung!"

Moon Sae Theory shouted brightly.

'If you don't even know the news of the Moon Bird Fever, it seems like you're really keeping it a secret.'

My playable character, too.

I feel reassured that the plan is moving forward step by step.

Where I ended my absence.

Grand Mansion of Yellow Myeong-ho.

"A righteous brother! Hello!"

"Hello!"

"Oh, hello."

The first person to greet me is the three sisters of Eunho.

Today, the enemy is still absent.

The snail is bathing in the hands of the Baek Ho army.

Say something! '

I don't know what my playable characters are.

There is no easy way to imagine that the Baek Ho Army bathes snares peacefully.

"Hey, I took a picture."

The youngest silver jaw turned on the device to develop a hologram.

A photo of the Baek Ho Army burying a piece of bubble in his face and washing the snail with a dull face.

Huge sense of disguise.

Even if it's a synthesis, I think I can trust it.

The snake was anxious about whether the water was touching it or not, but he held on.

'Now that the snare has been filmed, let's save it!'

When I got a picture of my playable character and our snare.

"Let's go, Joseon."

The Emperor, who barely spoke today, touched me.

I think we should talk without waiting for the White Ho Army.

'Now I'm used to this parlour.'

I moved to the reception room where I became familiar, although I sometimes changed the props to see if I was touching the interior a little bit.

Today's tea and refreshments are like a sycamore tea made from a fully ripe tan, and a sycamore that resembles the shape of a cactus sitting on a flowering flower.

A fatigued Emperor is a good choice.

The Emperor went straight to the point.

"According to the message I sent you last night, the decryption is over. Do you want to check it out?"

"Yes. If you have something organized in a document, give it to me. You can explain it orally."

In my words, the Emperor opened his eyes for a moment and was surprised.

"Why?"

"Because I felt like you were human."

"What did he say?"

"I didn't do the translation. You said" interpretation, "" deciphering. "Language is a high-level communication system, but there are limits. I didn't just convert the ancient language in this book into human language. I understand the fundamentals and traces of the higher being and 'something' that remains in this."

Is that so?

The Emperor never used the word translation.

Translation involves moving a post in one language to another.

Interpretation and deciphering is to understand what is expressed in a sentence or object.

Technically, there was a difference between the two.

"The White Gate is barren. Let me show you my interpretation, Lord Cho."

Paaah!

The Emperor and the Old Testament are swarming with golden light, and the pages of the ancient language are spreading toward me.

When I blinked for a moment at the power and light that was pouring down on me.

Destiny that triggers like a target.

Last time, destiny handed me the scroll.

What kind of interference will this random skill trigger this time?

'We are not now confronting the enemy, we have the Emperor. It's going to be okay.'

When the light became more frequent.

Where I was standing was not the parlour.

There was no one around.

"Huangji-ho?"

There is no answer.

I was alone in this space where there was nothing.

Paa ―

Then a white shadow grows before me.

Something close to the image of a human being.

"The interference of fate with India was done safely."

Dozens and hundreds of voices seemed to ring at the same time.

There seems to be a mix of voices I have heard, but I can't distinguish them by ringing like this.

"Tot thanked you for making the way."

Is Tot the one who blessed the Zeal Jagger?

The Library's guardian has contributed to its destiny.

"Take it, Lord Cho."

The white shadow gives out a transparent item card.

Depending on the border color of the card, you can usually guess the rarity of the item.

'I've never seen anything transparent.'

When I accepted the card, the white shadow faded.

I have a lot to ask you, but are you going to disappear already?

"Destiny is the power that the 'Savior of the World' has when he comes into contact with the 'Unknown'. Don't forget."

"Wait! Please explain in more detail."

The one who saved the world?

What are you talking about?

I don't remember looking back at my life.

At least the world in the game was ruined.

Did you save the world when you think of the end of the National Mangem Plemago without dreams, hopes or mercy?

That's ridiculous.

But the shadows faded, and I reached out.

"What do you think, Lord Cho? My interpretation is correct."

The next moment I was back in the parlour.

The white shadow disappears, and instead the Empress smiles with her eyes shining.

'This is not the level to be interpreted.'

I had a transparent item card left in my hand.

"As you can see, this book has no clear author. It's a crystal that brings together the higher beings, something that corresponds to it, and the totality of something that transcends it. Thanks to you, I was able to see the top faces."

I think I and Emperor saw something completely different.

The principle is still incomprehensible, but with the interpretation of the Emperor and the triggering of destiny, the book is linked to something and the item is handed over.

"The 'destiny' of saving the world, as many of the higher beings murmured. I knew it was a power that neither the Jinn nor the higher beings could lay hands on."

All I saw was a white shadow.

"In the first place, do you think there's anyone who can solve a world crisis without coming easily, even if it does?"

Emperor Huang had a furious face.

"I didn't usually understand what the gods were thinking. What the hell were you thinking, making this stuff and sowing it in the world? I was pathetic, but there was only one part I could interpret."

It's a book that doesn't have a few letters written on it anyway.

I think it's amazing just to interpret it like this.

Hwang Ji-ho, good work.

"I don't understand that fate increases or decreases with the will and performance of the Savior. I think it would be great to have even Level 1."

This part was consistent with the fateful skill description.

Are the identities of the forces interpreted by Emperor really destiny more certain?

"If anyone has that kind of power, I'd like to meet him. I feel like I know it's useless. It can't exist."

It's right in front of your eyes.

Fate Level 3.

I swallowed the word.

All the tea and refreshments that came out today should be sweet, but they don't taste anything.

I went out of the parlour and I was waiting for a perfectly dry snail.

King!

The snail that looks up at me at the foot of the Baek Ho Army.

I'm looking this way with my eyes full of expectation.

'Why don't you come straight to me? You look good.'

The usual snake look.

Bath snail.

Thinking about it a little bit, I immediately came up with an answer.

'I see! I've done all the bathing nicely, so I want you to come and praise me!'

As soon as I realized the deep meaning of the snare, I hesitated to narrow the street and lowered my back and embraced the snare.

It was usually a fluffy snake, but today it seems to be a few times warmer and softer.

"Awesome! Our snail!"

King!

Whether my actions were the right answer or not, the snail moved its tail like a motor.

'It's been a while since I took a bath, so I must refrain from strokes.'

But a snake who is complaining about why he doesn't stroke in his arms.

I kept twitching towards my hand.

"Who the hell do you look like and follow people so smart?"

After all, I stroked a lot.

Tired of the ancient decoding stress, Huangzhou saw me with the eyes of a fool, but didn't care.

I couldn't remove the snail from my hand, so Reed decided to move to the dormitory with a hug.

As always, the guitar escort station of the snail was manned by the Baek Ho army.

I feel completely reconciled now.

My dorm room.

The first thing I checked was a 'transparent card'.

[Item Name] Fate of Anonymous

[Format] Weapon

[Rarity] N ~ EX

[Skill] 0%

[Effect] Undetermined

[Explanation]

Weapons that change in name, rarity, or effectiveness based on experience, expectations, ideas, goals, beliefs, etc.

Only those with destiny can use it.

'This item did not exist in the game.'

I received a weapon as abstract as fate.

The mystery has also increased.

'The one who saved the world has come into contact with the unknown?'

I don't understand the nonsense of saving the world yet, but I guess "vague unknown."

Portrait space.

Clues are not enough yet, but there is room for inference.

'Fate without a name.'

Transparent card with only the letter 'Fate of Anonymous' and nothing drawn.

After putting it in the item window, I forced myself to sleep.

I had a lot of work to do tomorrow, so I had to save my strength.

Sleeping without a dream as usual.

On 5 May, it became Children's Day.

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