Main Character Hides His Strength

A man stands in front of a cave blocking the entrance to a giant rock.

The appearance was quite ordinary.

There seems to be one person everywhere.

He rolls his hand with his claws and grabs his ear against the rock.

Deep. I can't fathom how many rocks there are inside.

“ ……. ”

He kneels on one knee and looks at the ground.

Scratches, dirt. The rocks at the cave entrance have been moved recently. It wasn't using tools, it was someone pure of strength.

Behind him, a family of refugees with an ugly impression looked at the man's back with their eyes half shrouded in shrub forests.

The mediocre man tears a scroll from his chest and chants in a small voice.

The man walks toward the refugee after he sees the power of evil magic perched between the cracks in the rock.

“I guess you're right. ”

A mediocre voice that fits into your mediocre cortex.

Neither thick nor thin.

But somehow the refugees were terrified of this incredibly ordinary adventurer.

It's because the men who stood in front of them and filmed them in the frame were standing in the darkness behind the refugee families.

“H-can you give me the reward you promised? ”

The middle-aged man who looked like a head of household stood in front of the unsettled son and daughter and opened his mouth, gazing at the ordinary man with recessed eyes.

An ordinary coronary man nods.

A terrible scream echoes behind the faint expectations of the middle-aged man.

It comes from the mouths of his family.

The middle-aged man looked back in surprise.

Men who looked just like ordinary men were stabbing his family with daggers.

The lights of life are already out on the family's pupils.

The middle-aged man looked behind him, staring at him with an aggravated look, pulling out the dagger that was hiding in his chest, and rushing toward the ordinary man.

“Your promise is wrong! You devil!”

Cold blades pierce the man's back even before his sword touches him.

Not one or two.

The middle-aged man squeezed his last strength and turned around.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Standing behind him with the same weapons of dozens of ordinary men, he smiles satisfactorily.

After seeing an unbelievable sight with my own eyes, I released the refugee's pupils as they were.

The ordinary man glances down at the corpse of the four spheres and pulls out a scroll.

“Raise Dead. ”

When you recite the evil command, the refugee clan that was just killed rises from the dead.

From the stab wounds, you drench the ground red with blood that has not yet cooled.

“Ugh…”

The mediocre man opens his mouth as he watches the last living refugee head turn into a zombie.

“Joining the great task of deciding the age. That's the reward I can give you. ”

An undocumented assassin.

One of the seven heroes.

He disappears into the darkness of the forest with those who look just like him.

*

The opening of adra through the fog journey was smooth.

The name of the Carbunkle currently under siege is Carbunkle.

He was the most loyal of the six cartoons led by Zaatos.

But the loyalty of a bunkle is like a reed.

Just playing a little, the splint changed his mind, and soon after a week, Sung-cheol Kim was able to finally open the second adra completely.

However, the splint had one condition.

You must be with the girl who played with you if you want to show off.

In fact, playing with a splinter may be a natural condition for a Vertelgian splinter.

Kim Sung-cheol was embarrassed by the strange conversation and accepted the offer of a splint.

As a result, Kim Sung-cheol has the ability to perform three spells simultaneously.

However, Kim Sung-cheol is an unsatisfied person.

There's still a week left of water and food in the cave.

Kim Sung-cheol tried to open the third adra.

This time, the name of the cabbage that needs to be mourned is the cabbage.

Kim Sung-cheol was a horse lover, so even though he complained about it, he didn't express himself outside, but he couldn't help but say one word about the sense of Zaatos' name.

“Zaatos. Him. King Carbunkles and Carbunnies. You really don't have a name. ”

“That's not what you're saying. ”

Vertelgia's right to speak was growing stronger every day.

Although Kim Sung-cheol was not such a Bertelgia, he didn't want her to take a reckless injuries strike, so instead of putting it in his pocket, he started talking.

“What's the problem? ”

“All you have to do is name it Pablo. ”

“There's Seaton. ”

“Who the hell is Seaton? ”

Kim Sung-cheol immediately used the fog journey because the reaction was not good.

The third carbunkle world was an endless expanse of green grasslands.

The cabanka stands on two legs beyond the grasslands where the fresh wind blows. It stares at Kim Sung-cheol's group.

“Phew?”

“There's the carbunkle. ”

“Who the hell is Siton? ”

The appearance has changed, but Bertelgia is persistent.

Kim Sung-cheol completely ignored Bertelkia and headed for a new bunkle.

When Sung-cheol Kim approached, he tilted his head slightly and hurriedly ran over the meadow.

Kim Sung-cheol chased him by force, but he couldn't catch up with the carbunkle.

This is the world of dreams in a bunkle.

Kim Sung-cheol's divine power is also constrained in the world of dreams.

The owner of the meadow, Carbunkle, reaches out his head in the bush in the wind and hides in the bush when his eyes meet Kim Sung-cheol.

It didn't work, but Kim Sung-cheol seemed to know what the bunkle wanted.

‘Are you trying to play hide and seek? ’

I feel like the difficulty has increased more than before.

Moreover, I had a bad feeling.

Each carbunkle's favorite game is

Kim Sung-cheol went back and looked for Bertelkia.

Bertelkia lies on a large, rapidly flowing cloud in the grass.

The appearance of Bertelgia, who smiled brightly and enjoyed the full body and landscape, looked incredibly happy.

You can never see it when you're looking at a book.

Kim Sung-cheol stopped thinking about pushing Bertelkia.

‘Sometimes it's not bad to give them a break. ’

Kim Sung-cheol's decision was less than five minutes away.

It was due to external factors rather than the lack of persistence of Kim Sung-cheol.

A faint thunder sounded from afar, and each time, the world of dreams was shaken dangerously as if it were shattered.

And the carbunkle looks around with an anxious face.

‘Something's going on out there. ’

The world of dreams and the world of reality are principally distinct, but as long as the dreamer stays in reality, he or she must be interfering with reality.

Kim Sung-cheol hurriedly took Bertelkia and opened the door of his dream made by the fog journey and went back to reality.

“ ……. ”

After returning to reality, Kim Sung-cheol looked around.

There is neither life nor intelligence.

Of course, there are no injuries to the body.

Later, the sound you hear in your dreams is fainted beyond the cracks in the rock.

Knock, knock. Dong.

Drum roll.

I grew up with flames and iron crossing in front of Kim Sung-cheol who heard the slow, clumsy, and unstoppable tune.

“What's going on? Suddenly.”

After returning to the book, Bertelgia looked around and flew around Kim Sung-cheol.

“You don't seem suspicious. Something's going on out there. ”

Kim Sung-cheol raised his arm with the eyes of truth.

The massive rocks are smashed in turn by a delightful hammer.

Kim Sung-cheol, who was advancing forward as he smashed the rocks, soon found a strange spelling ritual in the cracks of the rocks.

‘This is a spell trap. ’

Someone hung it up.

You pick up the smashed debris and throw it toward the boulder, and a huge flame pushes everything into the cave with a burning force.

After the flame disappeared, Kim Sung-cheol appeared among the cracks in the rock.

As always, one truck was unharmed.

He tucks Arm Garaz into the Soul Warehouse and stares at the entrance to the cavern.

‘I don't know what he is, but he's playing a prank. ’

Beyond the cloudy smoke, I noticed the black darkness and pale grown-up forest.

“What's that? ”

Vertelgia finds a wobbly figure in the forest and shouts briefly.

Kim Sung-cheol at a glance understood the identity of the figure.

‘Zombies.’

Bodies that have not been dead for less than a day, judging by their condition.

The drums are coming from these zombies.

Bang! Bang! Dong!

Kim Sung-cheol found a large drum tied to a log on a man's back, the oldest of the four zombies.

The drumstick is tied to the legs of the dead man's arms, making a sinister sound of stagnation as the lion moves.

“Knng! Knng! ”

The drum beat suddenly speeds up as the zombies who smell Kim Sung-cheol move quickly.

And when they smelled the blood of the living, they rushed towards Kim Sung-cheol like a beast, and it sounded like a drum that the infantry heard when they charged.

‘It's a hobby.’

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes were filled with a blasphemous light.

It's been a long time since the Horseman Cassandra appeared.

A whip of fire consumes the walkers and burns them both down.

Tuck.

Drum towers that were making ominous sounds fell to the ground, rolling pink and falling in front of Kim Sung-cheol's feet.

What I thought was a drumstick was a human tibia.

It's also not harvested from the human body with old fresh blood on it.

“Ugh... what is this? ”

Vertelgia shudders in her pocket.

Kim Sung-cheol looked around, crushing the bones with his bare feet.

“Looks like you got a bad quality. ”

On the other hand, a man was coming this way from beyond the forest.

Kim Sung-cheol turned his head and looked at the man.

A normal face, body size, and outfit. It was the face of the land of the living, but it felt like a misunderstanding that I had seen somewhere.

However, when the man opened his mouth, the shell of mediocrity surrounding the man quickly disappeared.

“There she is, just like she said. ”

It was an indescribably grim voice that I could never forget once I heard. If there was a voice in the grave, it would be like this.

‘He smells of death. Are you an assassin? "

Kim Sung-cheol asked again with a bold voice, uncovering his identity at a glance.

“That girl? Who are you talking about? ”

A stranger asked Sung-cheol Kim and replied with a grim laugh.

“You wouldn't know. A fly from the future. ”

“You mean something? ”

“It doesn't matter. Crusher.”

An ordinary man smiled.

“I'm White Young. ”

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes reminded me of this.

“I'll show you the extreme extent of an assassination that never existed before or since. ”

Endless pride and self-belief were radiating from Baek Young's body.

Seeing it, Kim Sung-cheol seemed to know why this assassin appeared before me, even though he knew the death of other colleagues.

But an assassin is only an assassin.

Kim Sung-cheol said in a contemptuous tone.

“You talk a lot about flying flies. ”

At the moment when Baek Young tried to say something, Caesandra flew and tore her body in half.

However, where Baek Young disappeared, there was nothing left of blood or flesh. When they reached Cassandra, Baek Young's new brother disappeared like a mirage.

‘This is no ordinary vision. ’

It is impossible to perform magic with welcome magic in front of Kim Sung-cheol with the eyes of truth.

The story is that what Baek Young just showed me is his special ability.

It was either confident that he showed such abilities to Kim Sung-cheol or he wanted another stone. Maybe it applies to both.

However, there was one fact that Baek Young did not know.

In the fight, there is no use for a man named Sung-cheol Kim.

It was an absolute power advantage from the beginning, and it was a necessary virtue for the man who had to walk the path of righteousness to survive.

If the opponent is not strong, there is no need to rush.

Kim Sung-cheol walked forward with a walk that was neither fast nor slow.

Thunderous rumbles and drums were echoing through the forest.

As we move forward, a group of angry crowds are battling their torches.

A shallow sigh came out of Sung-cheol Kim's mouth.

It's because dirty fights are expected.

“ ……. ”

Above the deck of the Human Empire overlooking the Tower of Silver. Someone watches the flames surrounding the forest with interesting eyes.

A young Admiral dressed in gorgeous armor approaches the side of a dog and looks at the flames she stares at together.

“Regret. Is that what you're talking about? ”

The Admiral is Arkubus. He was notorious for his involvement in the massacre in Panchuria, a complex man who despised his affections for the common people.

One of the acolytes approaches and offers him a drink.

The arcuvus listens to the sound of the drum and the scream from below as it picks up a glass of blood.

It doesn't look like there's been much of a fight so far.

He turns to someone and asks a question, feeling bored.

“Anyone who's an assassin needs to sneak in there like a cat and make a mean assault. What are we supposed to do with a big game like that? Are you trying to assassinate me or not? ”

In response to the harsh question, no one denied or positively. Instead, she smiles wildly and utters ambiguous words.

“… the shooter of Martan. His demons can see through anything. ”