From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“Excellent.”

A soldier raises his thumb.

The soldier's expression melted from the taste of the meat.

Even a wounded soldier turned around enough to eat.

I took most of the leftover raw meat when we left in the first place.

I didn't suffer just because I came here with heavy supplies.

When you're full, you get more people.

“Ahhhh.”

Some lie on the floor already and open their mouths.

I was nervous last night, so I must not have slept well.

“Don't let your guard down. ”

I nagged those soldiers.

Make sure it is properly tightened as long as it has been released.

Another day was passing by.

When I ate lunch, organized it, and put mud on the wound, and collected the items, my day quickly passed.

Keeping you busy worked both ways.

It's good to get rid of thoughts and to put you to sleep.

After making the soldiers move, I think about it.

‘EXP.’

I know the difference between EXP and Skill.

Skill alters my body's ability to exercise, supplementing and experiencing my skills.

‘You said your EXP was full. ’

and initialize it.

Since then, the artifact has been quiet.

You get up with a spear leaning against your shoulder at an angle.

Then you step back and head out where the soldiers can't see you.

Standing still, you grab the spear with your right hand and move it to your left.

The wound hasn't healed yet.

A middleguard taught by Canneruck. I switched my feet and got into the opposite position.

This pose is for left-handed, not right-handed.

Tsk.

A light stab is inserted.

I close my eyes and think of when I killed the enemy knight.

I definitely changed my body. I felt it. I was able to avoid an attack from an enemy I'd only seen with my own eyes, and I could aim for the breach.

It reminds me of a mercenary friend Royce, who shared his last moments in his past life.

“What is talent? ”

One day in my previous life, I asked. Royse ponders and says,

“I can't explain it. ”

Then he drew his sword behind his back.

I thought it was a fight.

“Dalian is no longer a specimen. ”

If you fight properly, you won't be able to get two hits.

"No, not a duel. Can you do this?"

He picks up a firewood and throws it into the air.

Whitrick.

As Royse stands distracted by the firewood, he bends one of his legs back.

Tak!

I kicked the end of the exam with the sole of my foot, on the side of my back bent leg.

Hands flat on shoulders with a graceful blade handle and rising above.

Royce grabs it with his right hand extended over his shoulder.

Zach.

And the light flashes diagonally over his right shoulder.

It's a diagonal cut.

The firewood split into two pieces and fell down the sides relative to me.

A basic cut, but the process was unique.

I think talent is something you can do right after you see it. Like this.

The user picks up the sword as if playing with a joke, and swings it over the wrist. The handle of the sword doesn't fall off, like it's attached to the wrist.

The blade twists like a windmill around your wrist.

As he gazes at it, Royce tucks his foot between the twisted blades and slaps his back to the bottom of his boot.

Ting and his sword flew into the air. The handle of the sword whirls around the air as if it were wrapped around his hand.

"Well, that's tricky."

What he saw was a trick.

What a genius.

I knew then what talent was.

The moment you see it, you understand it, and the body follows it.

Implement what you imagine into your body.

The area cannot be explained.

God gave me so much, but in terms of power, I felt like a knife.

My sword and spear skills were really hard to see.

That's how we raised the third generation mercenaries.

It was my organ that didn't give up.

And now.

I kicked the tip of the spear with my toes. The window rises straight up, perpendicular to the ground.

I reached out and grabbed him at the falling moment.

Good boy.

It felt different to my hands.

I swear, I've never felt this way before in my entire life.

The tricks that are drawn in the head are implemented as they are.

Kick the tip of the spear with your toes and place your wrist in the center of the winding window in the air and swing it up and down.

Using the centrifugal force, the spear snaps and spins.

Tak!

I grabbed the spear and tucked it into the floor.

Essentially, a talent for disability starts with a talent for the body.

“What are you doing?”

It was Lind.

He came up to me one day and he was looking at me.

“See?”

“Suddenly, I did something. What are you doing practicing tricks? ”

That's right, it's a trick.

That's the kind of trick Royce showed me.

It's a trick that you do without training.

‘My body changed. ’

When my EXP is full, I get something I didn't have.

I have a gift now.

It's a gift that has never been used before.

After the battle with Hülken, what he knew came true and was now in his hands.

Biceps.

My heart beats. I look down at my hands.

I saw the bandages on my right hand, which were curled up in the title.

I felt like my heart was cheering for me to get better quickly.

I jumped that hard.

*

The swamp is not a good place to rest.

It's not a better place to be homeless.

“You son of a bitch. ”

It couldn't have been nice for Ginger to dig into her clothes while sleeping.

Unemployed.

A soldier who trampled a centipede with his boot.

“If you kill it like that, you can't eat it. ”

I looked at it and I said,

A bug that isn't poisonous can be eaten by roasting.

“I can't eat this. But how long do we have to stay here? ”

5th Infantry Soldier.

He raises his head and asks. My eyes were softer than before.

‘You have to feed the meat. ’

“Rest well when you can. ”

I'll make you work hard again when you're working.

Lynd approaches the boundary, looking at the door every day, and Digo reaches out with his unscathed arm, sweating and training every day.

The axe is still sharpened. Anything different from before is that he sometimes started training with an axe.

I swung my spear once and rested.

Your ribs are still sore and your grip is not healed.

There was nothing to be done except for vigilance.

There were soldiers who saw Digo and trained again and again, and there were soldiers who were as dedicated to treatment as I was.

There was a soldier standing guard next to Lynd.

"Pumpkin, remember the mole?"

I've been trying to train the pumpkins.

“Thump!”

"Okay, fine. Well, let's catch one."

Pava Bak.

I dug the ground and quickly retrieved a Mole.

"Oh, my baby, look how smart you are."

"Hey, you see that? My pumpkin looks like a genius."

As I said, the soldiers who were looking around said,

“That's clever. ”

“Is it okay to have a dog and be at peace? ”

Another soldier asked. It's been three days.

To put it bluntly, we were in the right place.

If you are not anxious, you are lying.

I was running out of food there.

Hundreds of them. There are too many numbers to feed just around here.

“You know, Zeyne. Zeyne.”

When I told him, a soldier made quite an impression.

“Let's eat it for real? ”

“It tasted better than I thought. ”

Look. Some soldiers are eating well.

"Well, commander. Do we really not have to move?"

“Everything moves when it's time. Boring? Then open a tent. ”

I moved the rest of the soldiers and opened the tent.

“I was wondering why you brought this. ”

“But why don't we set up camp here? ”

“I didn't even bring my support. ”

I know the soldiers didn't want to bring it in to hit this tent.

Tightroped tents were carried on their backs by Digo and a few strong soldiers.

It means I've had a hard time carrying this.

I listened to the soldiers and told them to open their tents.

"Come on, move."

If you have a lot of thoughts, you should use your body.

I stood on a tent by the swamp with a dagger.

I measured the distance and put a blade in the center of the tent.

“Like this.”

Boom. Card retrieval.

The tent scratches at the ground.

Boom. Card retrieval.

Twice, I drilled a hole through the X-rays.

"Now, drill a hole at this interval. Don't go through here."

I cut the tent with an X-ray right next to it.

Soldiers open their mouths facing each other.

“Why would I put a hole in the tent? ”

"I don't know, he'll figure it out."

It's good to have power. You don't have to explain yourself.

“Do what you want. ”

As I encouraged the hesitant soldiers, everyone started to move quickly.

“Thump!”

“Pumpkins rest. ”

I stopped the pumpkin from stepping up.

If you pull that claw out of here, everyone will be stunned.

I spread out the perforated tent at a constant interval to lift each corner.

Wide. Dozens of people can climb up there, but it's wide.

I took off my boots. Pants up to my thighs.

Puck.

Then I went into the swamp.

“Ouch! Be careful! Holy Father!"

A soldier called out, thinking of me as an apostle of a god.

"That's good enough. Now, just follow my lead. From this corner."

You walk through the swamp, plunging it over your calf.

So I spread my tent in the middle of the swamp.

"Climb a peg into the corner, or plunge straight down."

My words made the soldiers move.

Crush the stake diagonally next to the shallow swamp.

The tent is pulled from each corner, and the tension makes it taut.

I can stand on it and see a man or two standing there is fine.

I came out and cleaned up the mud.

I'd like to clean it with a clean cloth and towel, but it's luxurious.

I had to wipe my face with a yellow cloth.

I want to wash up. Now is not the time to move around so I avoided going to the nearby pond.

When I got out of work, I saw Lind.

“I saw it.”

He looked me straight in the eye and opened his mouth.

Here we go.

One thing I ordered Lynd to do.

Run us over to the boundary and look at the upper gate of Jaitulas Plain.

To be precise, find traces of enemy oil there.

“Gather the soldiers. ”

This operation was life-speed.

The White Devil's curse must have clogged up, so we better hurry.

In the meantime, how much food do you think each soldier has?

If you wake up after five good nights, you'll be gone.

With the mission going fast, the reinforcements should be here soon.

Our position is not exactly Armstrong's last stand.

Right now we're standing between the enemy's main force and the supply lines.

“What are you thinking? ”

“What's our position now? ”

I answered Lind's question with a question. Lind looks back and forth.

If you say swamp, I'll smash your shin.

Roll your head, Lynd Sonate.

“Behind the door? ”

That's right. We went backwards to escape.

You sail headlong towards the enemy, not your allies.

Thanks to this, our position is where we can hit the back of our arms.

It was an unexpected escape route.

So I was able to hide in plain sight and not be seen, so I rested for three days in the swamp.

It's a relief.

I couldn't heal all the injuries, but I think I got some energy.

“A grumpy kid looks behind him. We're walking a little bit backwards, so what do we do now? ”

The answer is one: Lind smiles and answers helplessly.

“· · You have to sharpen the back of the head. ”

Then he wipes his smile and immediately connects the words.

But there will be an escort.

No matter how powerful an ally may be, there is no commander to send a Supply Battalion.

Of course, there are escort troops.

I nodded at Lynd's words.

Enemy whites are stronger than us.

There's damage to the power. Digo's down, too.

“You've got to lure him here. ”

“How?”

“You and I need to tail it hard. ”

Lind made an impression on me.

“Take me with you. ”

Next to him, Digo glows eagle eyes.

The axe suddenly raises its face to the side and gives opinions with its face.

I want to go with you.

“No. ”

I shaken my head resolutely.

“We need someone to wait for us over here. I can't give the axe command. ”

My adamant words darken Digo's face.

Rind nods at this point.

We also need someone we can trust to stay here and lead the soldiers.

“I'm staying too. ”

I suddenly heard a voice next to me, and I turned around.

Trot stands pointing at himself with his finger.

I took a look at him and turned my gaze toward Digo.

Digo looks at Trot once, looks right through me, and nods.

“Okay, I'll stay. ”

“· · · Chris? Digo?”

Trot comes out and calls Digo. I don't really have anything to say.

“Why can't I? ”

Lind grabs his shoulder.

“What do you want me to ask? Do your thing. ”

A mouse in front of a cat. Trot backs away without making a sound.

Lynd, that guy's always been a pain in the ass.

I told Lind and Digo about the operation in my head.

“Will it work?”

Lind asks.

“It works.”

People are simpler than they think. Especially if you think you have the upper hand.

All right, let's start over.

Commander of the Arms.

You think you can just run away like a wounded man? Or did you think he was dead?

No way, I don't want to die quietly or run away moderately.

If you've caught the rear end of the line, we'll do everything we can here.

We were about to head to the rear of our arms.