Mangem's Paladin

Two years ago, the world became an online game.

It wasn't a good game. Enhanced and equipped with random box-based gambling elements, it became a typical asteroid RPG. A game that is strong enough to save money and time, and good for stuffing when it gets stronger.

The formal service name for the game was Dungeon Online, a setting that one day citizens became warriors of the gods against monsters that rose from the ground. What about the army in the courtyard where the citizens fight? They exist like a backdrop, and sometimes they're destroyed on a troop scale, raising the awareness of the crisis.

In that game, my character was quite strong. It was the result of a considerable amount of time and $710,000 in cash. Compared to the characters of the ladies who poured millions of won, it was handy, but not weak.

It's very fortunate.

The stronger the game character, the more humble the reality is, but now it's upside down. Just as South Korea became an online game, South Koreans became game characters.

Those idiots who spent money and time on that stupid game are now social powerhouses.

As one of them, I had a good home in a good neighborhood. It's definitely better than making money as a firefighter.

However, I am not satisfied with that fact.

At eight o'clock in the morning, it was time for work.

I called the inventory and put platinum armor on the whole body. It's the middle of the summer, but I have to walk in this giant armor. Usually, you have to adjust your body to the weight of your armor.

After he was fully armored, he put a military fanchowoo on it. My work attire, so gloriously shiny platinum armor, stands out. It's embarrassing to wear it in front of other people.

I left the door.

The boiling midsummer air welcomed me. A yard surrounded by metal armor and panchou clothing, but I don't feel the heat that is highly flame-retardant.

I walk over a heavily armed asphalt.

The sound of Platinum Leg-Guards unloading asphalt caught the attention of the marchers.

"What the fuck are you walking around banging on?"

The report of the man who was blaspheming turned his head on me. It is precisely the Platinum Leg-Guards that Pancho Wu did not cover. Symbol of the player.

"I'm sorry, it's a little heavy."

When I apologize, the man grumbles without facing me.

"Get in the cab, damn it. Why are they walking when they're making money?"

I didn't want to say anything, but I kept walking.

After about thirty minutes of walking, the military barracks were revealed. Digitally patterned tents in the middle of the city were no longer familiar.

As I walked further, I saw a priest of the Gospel of Light who was enjoying Nintendo in the tent.

Priest Lee Yeon-ok has spoken.

"Oh, brother, you're early. Thirty minutes before the rally, why are you here already?"

"I had to brief the dungeons, so I told them to come in full time."

"Who is it?"

"Hangouts."

"Funny? Briefing includes business hours, but I don't want more money. Next time, just come to the halfway point. No, it's just ten minutes late, isn't it? We can't leave without you, so we can all rest together for ten minutes."

"I have to take a job in the group in the future."

"Ah, there's no connection here, Captain. I don't have a tank to bring you. You're going to give me a red Samwon solution because you're sick of unauthorized absences, not perception?"

I looked at Lee Yeon-ok without saying a word. How horrible it is to defend a country for twenty years with a career playing a doomsday game against only two soldiers.

Lee Yeon-ok didn't even notice the meaning of the eyes. Why don't you start complaining?

"What a shame. I wish I was a tanker. I thought I was a nobleman, so why are the hillbillies here?"

"If you're jealous, you make money by being punished."

When I shoot, Lee Yeon-ok takes it with a real smile.

"Oh, you know, that's a little weird."

We chatted for a while and then headed to the administration room. The Administrative Officer resident boss looked at me and smiled and greeted me.

"Oh, Gunwook, you're really early. Thank you."

As I was about to say hello, Lee Yeon-hell was busy.

"If you thank me, I'll give you more money."

Even though he was angry, he simply smiled and replied.

"Son of a bitch, we have to eat."

"You're a soldier."

"I'm already working. Lunch is still a vinyl fist."

Since then, people have gathered in the barracks. Soldiers and deputies to be deployed to the operation.

After the briefing, we moved to the area of operations.

He looks at the military vehicles left in the barracks. He frowns as regrettably.

"I don't want to walk. I want to get in the car."

I had to deal with it.

"What's wrong with knowing there's no oil?"

"He was in a car with a corpsman."

"I have no choice but to scout troops everywhere."

"You were also driving home from work? It's a 10-minute walk."

I whispered in a voice I would not hear from the leading soldiers.

"You bastard."

He's a corpsman. I kept walking anyway. So we passed a civilian quarantine zone and stood in front of a pit.

Entrance to the dungeon.

"Everyone's nervous, let's go in!"

I took the shield and started walking to the dungeon. In the dark passage, the light was not needed separately. Because the afterglow in my body was bright enough.

* * * * * * *

Dungeon.

It means the dungeon, which is used by RPG as an exploration ground for monsters. And in Dungeon Online, it means both.

Now that the game has come true, it is the dungeons of monsters. Prisoners try to escape from prison, leave the dungeon and the monsters escape.

Of course I can't do that. As soon as the dungeon is discovered, the army dispatches troops to conduct a clean-up operation. However, the power to mobilize in narrow basements is limited. That's why the military hires only civilian players to subdue the dungeon.

Remuneration is differentiated according to the player's role and abilities, but in my case I get quite a lot. Capacity is a virtue of being discernible and having an important role.

I am the Crusader Tanker.

That means that we must take all kinds of evil monsters' attacks with us.

Just like right now.

A gunshot ripping the tympanic membrane.

I look beyond the shield at my enemies. The Cobalt Earthling Nymph. Those little monsters hide themselves in the trenches and fall down and shoot at each other.

The sound of the bullets hitting the plate. Very close, ringing from my body. A lot of bullets are hitting me.

Cobalt is not a very good shooter because he can't resist the revolt of his gun, but they're shooting at him with a shotgun. Tons of shots will make it right.

Bullets that can't be stopped with a shield knock on my armor.

My body froze under it as the armor was twisted. The knees that have already been shot a few times are already close to the limit.

I cried out in agony.

"Light!"

A shield spell of the Crusader. But I bet on the weapon I hid behind the shield, not my body.

M134C mini-gun removed from helicopter.

Exposed the rifle outside the shield. And fire.

A minigun surrounded by a hedgehog membrane rotates and knocks into the trenches of the Kobolts. Several Kobolts died, leaving more seats.

The Kobolts, furious at the deaths of their comrades, shout out and grind their guns at me.

After all, I couldn't even kill a few, but it was a good thing. It means the tanker has attracted Aggro well.

With the attack focused on the tanker, Healer had a chance to heal the tanker safely.

Lee Yeon-ok, who had noticed, prayed with his hands together from a distance.

"In the light of the Son of Man!"

The light spreads across my body, the distorted armor spreads, and I feel frozen.

After finishing his heels, Lee Yeon-ok returns to his Burinake allies.

And the allies initiated an attack.

"Fire!"

Allied shooters threw up bullets and grenades in unison. Explosions all over the place have markedly reduced the number of cobalt.

The car I was hiding behind the shield, the mini-gun with the shield disappearing, fell under orders by radio.

"Advance Crusaders, Advance Crusaders!

As instructed, I advanced. I put down the minigun, pulled the silver Holy Sword and ran out.

Immediately approached the trenches of the Kobolts. Thanks to you, more bullets hit my body than ever before.

Feeling beaten from all sides, the machete lifts its longsword and stabs it in the mouth of the roaring Kobolt.

"Hold on!"

Behind my back, I heard a groaning. Our soldiers are advancing. The Kobolts immediately tried to point a gun at him.

Tankers should not allow dealers to be exposed to attacks.

"Come on!"

I shout the battle and shine more strongly. Even so, the roar of the afterglow is particularly effective in turning off aggro. The inhabitants of the basement are too proud to hate the light.

The rest of the dazzling Kobolts scream and grind their guns at me again. The soldiers burst into the trenches in the midst of rounds of bullets.

In an instant, the Kobolts suffered near annihilation. But it wasn't over yet.

The eyes of the Kobolts became dull shortly. Typical photosensitization, instead of losing reason, is a pattern in which muscle strength rises.

I wanted to know how dangerous the physically insignificant cobalt would become, but it wasn't. The Kobolts, who lost their reason, chose not to.

The Kobolts roar and take the spheres out of their arms.

Explosives. I see grenades as well as mines. It's dangerous.

"Kiweeeek!"

Four safety pins were pulled out simultaneously when a cobalt pulled the grenade. The cobalts next to him also grabbed a grenade and held a mine trigger in their hands.

"Watch the explosion, watch the explosion!"

I was nervous and thought I could handle it. If you wear a protective shield, it'll explode.

Grenades with safety pins flew everywhere. I saw him trying to put a protective film on his body.

The soldiers came too close to the trenches, and the passages were too narrow. And there was a grenade that Kobolt threw wide.

For a short while I could see the frightened face of the soldiers.

Private at the forefront looked unbelievably young, even though he was a high school student. Garbage. Sergeant or sergeant, the son of a bitch will be at the forefront. Why did you put Private in the lead?

I cried out in a seizure.

"Light!"

A protective shield surrounded Private, and dozens of grenades exploded in unison.

No, it wasn't just a grenade. A bigger explosion occurred as the Kobolts even triggered the mines.

Dungeons are just dungeons. It might collapse. I can't let it.

I put the shield down on the ground. A motion that generates a wide shield of paladins.

A dome-shaped hedgehog membrane formed and surrounded the trenches. The shields locked me and the Kobolts.

Of course, there was an explosion.

Grenade fragments scattered all over, terribly ill, but not piercing my armor. The ball bearing spilled with an exceptionally loud explosion.

Damn it, Claymore.

An explosion ensued in the midst of violent and iron ball baptism. Other mines have also been triggered.

The shield is full of heat.

I felt my lungs ripen and my consciousness was cut off. Finally, Lee Yeon-ok's voice echoed in her ear as her tinnitus rang.

"Fuck you, brother!"

* * * * * * *

When I opened my eyes, I murmured.

"Crazy, I thought you were dying."

Deferred Hell received the word.

"He's dead."

"Did you, uh, revive him?"

"Yes."

Somehow, my whole body seems to be on fire. I got up from my seat, blabbering.

I see soldiers looking at me with a nervous expression. Awkward.

I looked back at Yeon-seok and asked.

"Is there anyone else dead besides me?"

"No. I healed the wounded."

"So there's no problem?"

"Even if I healed, I had fewer troops. I'm worried about PTSD when it's all healed, so I have to send it to the back."

Despite the measures taken, there were still quite a few people left. I tried not to stumble.

When I touched my chest, I realized my radio had melted.

I handed over the radio from the squad sergeant who was looking at me worryingly. I spoke to the captain beyond the radio.

"That's Gunwook. It happened. Captain, let's continue with the operation."

Lee Yeon-ok was frightened.

"Huh? Let's do it?"

There was also a battalion commander beyond the radio. Now that I've done everything I need to do on the radio, it's time for me to take a break.

But the captain does it in a formal way, but he knows that his heart is different. If I step back now, this dungeon should be targeted by the soldiers. It may be possible, but it's hard.

There is no way that the existence of Healer Lee Yeon-ok will solve everything. The Priest's Resurrection Spell has a long cooldown. After all, some will die and the captain will not want personal harm. Whether it's for promotion or for saving the lives of soldiers.

When I insisted, the captain ordered an operation to pretend I couldn't win.

I take the shield and lead the dungeon.

* * * * * * *

After the dungeon attack, it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

They all turned green and left the dungeon. The captain and some officers welcomed us.

"Former firefighter, be tough! You know I always trust Gun Wook, right?"

The captain has asked me to shake his hand. I left the dungeon, waving my hands helplessly, and being saluted for being a useless thief.

The Kobolts were armed with AK47, grenades and mines. As usual, Cobalt was wealthy enough to buy military equipment, and their warehouses were filled with precious metals, adra stones, rifles and ammunition.

Two of them were distributed to me. It's like a single year of income from early childhood.

I wish my body wasn't frowning, but it would have been really nice.

The nerve is not clever enough to realize that all injuries have disappeared instantly by magic. The healing wounds disappear, but the pain remains.

I did everything I could to get home in case I couldn't get sick tea. However, I couldn't walk because I wanted to walk alone.

I stood on the road and called a cab.

"Tables."

Immediately a cab stood. The taxi driver looked at me and smiled and said,

"All the voices are dying. Are you sick? If you're going to the hospital in a hurry, I'll get you a ride home. Base price 30,000 won."

"Going home."

The taxi driver was fine when he put out a hundred thousand won, but he muttered and didn't give much money. I put my money in my pocket with a smile.

But the moment I got in the cab, that laugh disappeared.

"Why is it so heavy?"

"Sorry, I'm over 200 pounds."

"Shit, I don't know if the cab broke down."

There's nothing to worry about. This cab, this manpower is made of wood.

I lay down on a date to keep my weight from concentrating.

I felt better when I looked up at the sky in a rattling cab.

The cab continued to move. The taxi driver did not gasp to see if he was adjusting to the weight.

"You're a player, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna make a lot of money. I envy you. Oh, and don't pay your respects. I'm eighteen."

"What about school?"

"I hit him because he was at home. I don't even have a school bus. How do you get there?"

It is worth noting that this is not really the case. It's a school. You could have moved it closer.

It must have been a matter of survival, not traffic.

Numerous jobs have been lost because the world's basements have been occupied by monsters and fossil fuels cannot be obtained. The taxi driver's parents are also unemployed. As a family, they would not have been able to care about their studies. The cessation of the supply of fossil fuels soon meant a boom in food prices. Chemical fertilizers are stopped, trucks and agricultural machinery are all scrap. If we don't attract personnel, we will become a world that really starves to death.

I twisted my body around the street from the personnel rack.

A woman in bikini armor walks into a dark alleyway.

After that, I can see what the cameraman is after. The manhole in that alleyway is filled with slime. The pictures of that mucinous monster and the warrior woman fighting are stimulating, so they can be sold as adult paintings. If a female warrior dies on the Slimes, she'll sell it in Snuff.

I turned my gaze and thought three times. Truly, the world has become a mangem. It's impossible to even log out of Mangem.

If I can end this stupid game, I can do anything.

I can really do anything.

* * * * * * *

When I came home and lay down, it only hurt to go to dinner.

I was in the middle of eating Protine and pushing it with my armor on. The LED light spread in the dark room because the lights were not turned on.

It was the light from the TV. The moment I realized that, I was terrified. I've been out of domestic power for about two years.

I raised my head instead of pushing.

On TV, the broadcast was flowing as expected. I couldn't take my eyes off that screen.

I had to. The horoscope of every incident was on the screen. The GM of this insane gamer.

A man like Fist-yellow silhouette opens his mouth in the TV. Below the fistula, a man's subtitle flows.

Tuesday, September 18 Big Update Notice

Greetings! GM Uther greets you players!

Three years after Dungeon Online came into service, we had a massive update. This big update is probably the first and last.

Here are the details:

1. Top level expands from existing 50 to 200!

Fight even greater enemies with even more power!

2. New jobs, Priest of Death and Knight of Death are added!

(· · · · · ·)

5. Expand the depth of the Infinite Dungeon to 666 basement floors!

On the 666th floor of the Infinite Dungeon, Furious Underground Owner Pluto awaits the challenge.

The conqueror on the 666th floor can get the best reward!

Rewards can be selected from either.

You can be a god!

You can make a wish!

In the last verse, I went blind. The verse that you can make a wish.

I wanted to make a joke, but then there was a subtitle that said, "World peace or anything will happen."

After a while, the TV that was running without power was turned off.

I had a sudden headache, but I realized what I had to do right away.

I pushed it again, which stopped for a while. I chewed the broadcast I had just seen in my head, but I didn't have to be submerged for a long time.

It was clear what wishes to make.

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