Mangem's Paladin

"What if we don't have enough fossil fuels? Here's an example of an easy-to-know north sunrise. North Korea. With the collapse of the Soviet Union, North Korea lost the largest source of fossil fuels. Oil imports have decreased by about 60%. Since then, you've become a North Korean. The poorest country in the world is overrun by the lack of oil and the burning of trees. The common grass is also a waste of fuel, which makes composting difficult to produce, and distribution of food, as well as production, difficult. because chemical fertilizer production is reduced by one seventh and the tractor is scrapped. In the end, three million people starved to death.

"What about us compared to North Korea at the time?

"Worse." Very bad. The fossil fuel supply is down, isn't it? Now we're going to be poorer than North Korea. You will starve to death more than North Korea, and you will become more immature. It's never going to be the same as before.

It was a broadcast I saw two years ago.

It was also the last broadcast I saw. Over the past few months, the remaining household power supply was cut off because of lack of power to supply agricultural irrigation facilities.

Since then, more than three million people have not starved to death, as the TV said.

It was not the faculty's fault that the projections were missed. The professor didn't expect the RPG's laws, namely, defeating monsters, to get gold coins, and putting gold coins on a magic machine would bring out groceries. In the end, Asahan had a population of only 600,000, as expected.

Similarly, with six hundred thousand people starving to death and more malnourished, players entered the dungeon and took the gold.

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The work of the Crusader Emperor Gunwook began with battle and ended with battle.

I've been killing all kinds of monsters for three years. He fought star-style battles from the Cobalt War to the Ogre Warrior War to the Boss War to the Vampire War.

Today's battle was more about salvaging sea water than a real fight. A level 50 player defeats a level 3 slime.

In front of the dark alley, the people who were gathered looked at Gunwook in unison.

"Shit, here comes the player."

The appearance of a high-level paladin was also known by his hearing. If you add armor weight, you don't know if a man walks close to three hundred kilos.

It was also visually evident. The paladin player's height appears to be about 15 cm due to the unusually thick plates of armor. In the case of Gunwook, which was originally 2 m long and 26 cm tall, it would appear to be a male giant.

Gunwook moved forward with thumping, thumping.

The reactions of the people who were gathered were different. First of all, a woman across the bikini arm who opens her eyes and is surprised. The gunmen who were holding the camera and other equipment by the woman's side were amazed, and their eyes were filled with gum.

The stalls were wide open.

"I'm going to tear all the tympanic membrane very apart."

"I can't even produce asphalt anymore. Why do you wear that thing and break the road and go?"

Meanwhile, the scoundrels who were dumb rushed out to call someone.

A man came running straight away. He was a man who looked like the head of the gunmoon. The mass was quite large, but compared to Gunwook, it had about two heads. It may not be because of that, but the man opened his mouth with a humble laugh.

"I'm the boss here. What are you doing here? I don't think anyone's coming here."

Gunwook replied.

"To clean the sewer."

"You're saying you're going to get rid of all the slimes in the sewer?"

"Yes. The military has delegated the disposal to your company, but you are using it commercially beyond neglect."

"Commercial use? It's not that grand. You know why, slimes, gelatine. It's a cheap supply around here. It's a good thing. It's a good thing."

"Slime jelly, all sorts of toxic substances overlap with sewer contaminants, so isn't it forbidden to eat?"

"Oh, if you don't eat that, you're going to starve to death. Or a protein deficiency that doubles like African babies. Do the people of the fort have something else to eat?"

He rubbed his hands trying to look pitiful. Gunwook glanced at his face and asked.

"So you want me to move on because it's a good thing?"

"Yes, yes. It's not a good thing. It's a little weak here.

Gunwook said he was going to give you an envelope.

Gunwook said as the president's expression hardened.

"It's no use showing me your last name. This is a military quest. When I get back now, the soldiers will come to check it out."

Then the president gave up trying to buy Gunwook. I complained as if it were unfair.

"Why does the army care about the slime den?"

"You heard about the big update. We don't know what's going to happen, so let's clean up all the hazards around us."

"What does Slime think is dangerous?"

The president was stubborn and thoughtful.

Gunwook was boldly informed.

"I can't help it either. Mr. President."

"Well, I understand. When you're done, you won't be out of here, will you?"

"Yes, it will probably be all sorted out by this evening."

"May I help you?"

It was an unexpected proposition. The scorpions who were standing around were twitching their eyebrows. What are you trying to do to help the yard where you lost your place of business?

Gunwook replied, smiling bitterly.

"No. Make it easy to subdue the people in there."

The President immediately followed the words.

"Yeah. Hey, you heard everything, right? Go and spread the word. Youngcheon is ready to move to a different place for the people who do business there. Go inside and deliver to the workbench."

The boss's subordinates ran all over the place and told me the news. The slimes in the sewers will be subjugated today, and now I'm afraid I can't make any money here.

You can only do what the president tells you. However, in the case of stalls selling food to youngest workers and stalls selling food to youngest workers who had slammed and fed in the sewers, it was not easy to pass them on.

"Goddamn it!"

The stalls come and surround Gunwook and scream. Moreover, while standing still, the gunmen wrapped around him and tried to paper him.

The president stretched out his hands and said,

"Whoa, don't do this. You're doing this in public."

The stalls were not afraid of the gangsters, nor were they pushed. However, he did not give up scolding and blaspheming, staring beyond that.

It was a long time after the confrontation ended.

As the youngest workers walked out of the sewer, the stalls cleared the stalls and prepared to fold the business.

After all, Gunwook went alone into the sewer.

The scoundrels looked at his back like it was prickly. Then I asked the president.

"Why are you screaming at me?"

The President replied with arms.

"I was so close to being fucked, I was afraid I'd get hit."

"So you can call the police? When a player assaults a civilian, he is immediately conscripted."

"Fuckin 'jokes, motherfucker. You don't even know the joke?"

"Then why did you do it?"

"You have to look good so you'll be comfortable later."

"What makes it easier for you to see the players? It's a bunch of steaming bastards."

"Now the players are not treated as steamers. They're dealing with thunderstruck idiots in a doomsday game. But we won't be able to do that in the future."

"Why?"

"Now that you lose a civilian, you get a heavy penalty. Even if you're afraid of a neighborhood like ours, you're in a decent situation. That's because you have a lot of security left. Do you have any security in the future? The world is different. I think I'm the one who's about to die. Do you know what happens when a country is ruined? The law is away and the fists are close. And there's a fucking strong fist."

The president spoke, pointing to the paladin going down the sewer.

"Look good around the players, guys. I don't know if I can be the big brother who bends Incheon in a few years."

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