Main Character Hides His Strength

Though I wanted to run to the spirit system in one run, Kim Sung-cheol deliberately chose a relaxing journey.

The aesthetic of waiting.

The moment the gift is most heartbreaking is also before the gift is unpacked.

There were practical reasons.

The toxicity of the fallout was more than I could have imagined, and Gorgott, the weapon of disaster, required him to periodically supply life.

Kim Sung-cheol, who had to regularly supply life with reduced recovery power, could not be overwhelmed.

For various reasons, Kim Sung-cheol began his slow journey to the forest of Adelwhite.

[I will reimburse you for a third of your life force.]

As soon as I accept it, I literally leave my body.

The decrease in life force was visible to the naked eye.

“Ugh... that shield. That's terrible.”

Bertelkia suddenly kicks his tongue, looking at Kim Sung-cheol's thin face with a deep shadow.

“So I decided not to use this shield, preferably. ”

Kim Sung-cheol stared at the boiling pot over the campfire with a simple flower made of steel.

It's because of the massive loss of health. My stomach is literally pounding.

Kim Sung-cheol thought to himself, smelling the fragrant food flowing gently through the stone lid.

‘But there are not just any drawbacks. This guy's really good at boosting his appetite. ’

He swallows the overflowing saliva and opens the pot lid.

White rice was being built inside the pot.

‘We need to start mopping up. ’

Kim Sung-cheol put the rice pot down and prepared the main menu that he prepared.

Today's menu is pork belly.

This object was obtained by quickly disassembling a pig who lost its owner on the East Coast and roamed freely.

I wanted to make Sundae and bacon with other parts because of my temperament, but I didn't have time and had to solve the meal quickly, so I decided to settle today's dinner with roughly pork belly.

Of course, all kinds of vegetables and radishes with pork belly are made instantly. It is equipped with blood to accompany the meal.

‘After drinking the clear air, wash the throat with pork belly. ’

Kim Sung-cheol placed a flat stone plate prepared for the campfire iron plate and placed pork belly with a slice of shine because it was not fresh.

Gain -

With a familiar sound, the spicy aroma of ripening meat pierces your nose.

A faint smile came to mind at Kim Sung-cheol's mouth.

Suddenly, a little black bird appeared next to him, and when he saw the raw meat, he said bitterly.

“Humans don't know the true taste of meat. I can't believe you burned that great meat. ”

Marrakia is a Joint tribe called Nahaq.

They say they can stand on two legs like humans and use their hands as free material, but they end up with beaks.

Tastes like humans.

Great food for Marakia is nutty nuts that stimulate the corpse and beak of a bloody beast just before rotting.

Therefore, he did not understand the meaning of Kim Sung-cheol's cooking at all.

There was only one thing that Bertelkia didn't understand about the taste of Kim Sung-cheol, but it was the second most unacceptable circumference for a newborn to pick a fight with Kim Sung-cheol.

Bertelkia set up Kim Sung-cheol behind her back and healed Marrakia.

“Eat guts full of shit! ”

“Eating guts is the right of powerful carnivores. ”

“Ugh."

While second and third places were beating each other, Sung-cheol Kim endured a long time of patience and confirmed that a single spot of meat was completely baked.

The pork belly on the outside with chopsticks pours out the oil inside the picker.

Kim Sung-cheol took the meat and took it to his mouth.

“Hmm."

It's exactly what I expected.

However, simple recipes are not highly rated by taste-controlling beings.

[This dish scores... 23 points!]

[A primitive dish.]

As always, Kim Sung-cheol doesn't care much about the score of being in charge of the cooking class.

Of course, it is true that the perspective has changed a little now.

‘Before the third disaster is visualized, I need to make more than 90 dishes and meet the director of this class, who calls himself a gourmet. ’

Of course, that 90-point dish will be dedicated again to the impressive little boy who opened his eyes.

Probably very surprising

If anyone who doesn't know how to cook serves great dishes that will become obsolete, even the expression "humble."

Kim Sung-cheol started a pleasant meal listening to the faint sounds of Bertelgia and Marrakia.

It was about time all the meat disappeared and the bottle was emptied.

“Hey. I just have one question. ”

After finishing the legend with Marakia, Bertelkia approached Sung-cheol Kim and spoke to him.

“What's going on? ”

Kim Sung-cheol looked at Bertelkia and thought about a book on the Island of the Dead.

The same look and voice as Bertelgia.

Kim Sung-cheol is familiar with the fact that his existence is not so easily devalued.

I just didn't feel like it.

Bertelkia could get hurt.

Kim Sung-cheol expected him to bring up the heavy topic that Bertelkia buried with him.

But what came out of Bertelgia's mouth was an entirely unexpected topic.

“The child in the root of the water world. Whose daughter is she?”

“… why are you asking me that all of a sudden? ”

“Curious.”

Kim Sung-cheol lowered his drink and sighed shallow. It's lighter than I thought. I wandered around in a ritual that made me drunk.

After a little silence, Kim Sung-cheol opened his mouth with a bold tone with a light ambiguity.

“The daughter of a woman named Raise Heimer. The Princess of Ruettignia, adopted. ”

Bertelkia rocks the bookshelf.

“She knows. I know how to be cute. All that matters is who my father is. ”

Kim Sung-cheol's face was noticeably stiff. Bertelkia notices at a glance that she has touched the repulsive.

“It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk. You can ask her when she wakes up. ”

“ ……. ”

Bertelgia is right.

It will come out sooner or later.

Kim Sung-cheol picked up the bottle and poured it into the glass.

There's already not a drop of alcohol left in the bottle.

Kim Sung-cheol put down the bottle like a waste and opened his mouth chewing quality peanuts like Marrakia does instead.

“The boy's father was the one I hated the most. ”

“Huh?”

Bertelgia leans over the rock in surprise.

It means tell me more.

Kim Sung-cheol briefly talked about his past.

Probably for the first time.

Kim Sung-cheol is not a big talker about the past.

The years that passed by Kim Sung-cheol, next to the burning fires, quickly passed by.

Kim Sung-cheol returned to the past 18 years ago.

“… we were defeated in an important battle. A king in the East was supposed to help us, but he turned us in and sold us out. Many of my colleagues have died, and I have been taken captive and dragged into battle as a slave to the Ruettignia Arena. ”

“Hmmm. It's all good. Suddenly the story leaks into the wrong place." What does that have to do with the kid's dad? ”

“It does matter. Because his father was a gladiator like me. ”

“Hmmm…”

Seeing Bertelkia nodding, Kim Sung-cheol unknowingly entered the world of the past.

There were two types of gladiators who served for the pleasure of the people of Rutheginia:

One is a so-called swordsman who was forcibly a gladiator.

These are prisoners of war such as Kim Sung-cheol.

The other is a free gladiator who voluntarily enters the Arena.

They enter the Arena solely for their own benefit. Money, fame, and others willingly stand on the bloody ground of the Arena for various reasons, including the desire for blood, and the proof of their worth.

One thing was clear: the fighting power of the free gladiators was much higher than that of the gladiators.

Among the free gladiators, there was the most popular gladiator in the history of the Ruettignia Arena.

Splendid warrior cricket.

The disciple of the Ruthegians was a noble figure who was not fit to be a gladiator, a glorious appearance and witty mouth on a blonde wall, and, above all, a fearless fighter who was indifferent to being called the most powerful fighter in the Arena.

He was the one who stood at Kim Sung-cheol and the convergence point in many ways.

“… I wasn't very popular. I didn't even want to be popular. Anyway, who likes a guy who talks too little, he's got no character, and he fights like a mad dog, and he calls the odds? Crickfried, on the other hand...”

Kim Sung-cheol remembers.

A man who reigned like a light among many gladiators.

He was popular with everyone.

Not only gamblers in the cruel Arena, but guards, young children, young virgins, and even gladiators alike.

There was only one person who didn't like Crickfried.

“Jealous?"

Vertelgia stabs you sharply.

Kim Sung-cheol shook his head.

“It's not that childish. He's a fake hero created by Ruettignia. ”

“Fake hero? ”

“Humans are passionate about heroes. I'm going to put up a sign to hide the one who's exemplary and strong enough to fight from the nobles of Lutetinea. All kinds of things that happen in the Arena. No offense to him, of course. He's a victim in some ways. ”

“Have you ever fought him? ”

Kim Sung-cheol nodded in a heavy murmur when asked by Bertelkia.

“The day before the duel, the Rutheginian Wizard came and injected me with some strange medicine. It was an antidote that slowly brought death. ”

“But you won, didn't you? ”

Kim Sung-cheol shook his head.

“It was a draw. King Cromgard, now called the Wandering King, saw our fight and decided it was a draw. ”

“Hmm...”

Kim Sung-cheol muttered, staring at the void with a blurry eye as if he had painted the scene at that time.

“It was a desperate fight. It was a great sunset. ”

“Hmmm…”

Bertelkia slowly approaches Kim Sung-cheol with a strange sound.

“What is it?”

When Sung-cheol Kim asked, Bertelkia returned to her original position.

“No, nothing. But I just don't understand that story. Why you hated him so much. ”

Kim Sung-cheol who heard it said bluntly.

“Do you hate people for a reason? I don't like him. ”

“That's the right answer. ”

Marrakia swoops in next to you.

He seemed to be thinking about something by himself, but he was listening to all of Kim Sung-cheol's stories.

“That's why there's a duel system. ”

Marrakia continued:

Bertelkia glances at Marakia and turns back to Kim Sung-cheol.

“What's your relationship with that Rise woman? Apparently, it was a car. ”

“Different.”

“Wasn't it a car? ”

“... It's mine. ”

Kim Sung-cheol woke up.

The feeling of not wanting to talk about it is intense appeal.

Bertelkia wanted to harass Kim Sung-cheol a little more, but for now, she decided to stop at this line and lay still by the rocks.

The silence of Bertelkia brings a stillness.

Kim Sung-cheol lay down in the middle of a meadow where no one else could find him and watched the many stars embroidered in the night sky.

You hear a small footstep.

Marrakia is coming this way.

“The fall. It is truly terrible. One thing you have plugged is that a part of the fallout from the wind will hit this earth, if not the destruction of the world. ”

“Is that so?"

Marrakia nods and returns to the fire.

He looks cute and does cute things, but is usually the only one who is right.

But it's not that important to Kim Sung-cheol right now.

He was reliving the past he had buried deep in his heart for a long time.

Although most of the time was stained with misunderstandings, riddles, and pain, a brief moment of happiness buried like a jewel gave him the power and hope to live.

And the chance to bring that hope back to life is now in sight.

But somehow, Kim Sung-cheol felt a sense of camaraderie in this area.

It was not as happy as I thought.

Even as we acquire the Final Elixir.

Though he thought the grave was his personality, the drought he felt was far from that.

‘I guess I'm tired, too. ’

When the body is tired, the mind is also corrupted.

Maybe it's the Gorgott effect.

Kim Sung-cheol asked me to sleep thinking that way.

That night, Kim Sung-cheol didn't dream.

It was a comfortable and restful sleep as always.