Mangem's Paladin

Gunwook, no matter how he thought about it, could not believe that thirty years had passed. There also seemed to be a lack of evidence. Not so old, not so old.

The player asks the employee if he wants to slow down and the player gets the same old answer.

In the larger question, Gunwook analogized what had changed to himself. It grew about 7 centimeters tall while trapped, but it did not represent thirty years. His personality has barely changed to feel for himself. Though my concentration was greatly improved, that was all.

It was clear that he had been trapped for a very long time. However, it could not have been decades ago.

After all, Gunwook went to the hotel to check the facts.

However, the building has barely changed. As we continued to walk, we saw a neighborhood where we could recognize it.

'Our Neighborhood.'

It was similar to and different from the landscape of the city that I remember. Gunwook's neighborhood is now close to the countryside.

The garden was wide open around the shining concrete building. All the rooftops and compartments were covered with dirt, and the crops were planted, as if they would not waste even a little land.

It's a natural friendly landscape at first sight. However, Gunwook could not admire or faint.

In all the gardens, the teenagers were howling with the elderly on their backs.

No, it wasn't teenagers. Seeing their faces, they were somewhat older. He was so tall, he just looked like a child.

Gunwook immediately realized that a new generation was born. A generation that didn't eat and grew up. It was as small as the people of North Korea.

Gunwook approached me to put his words together.

At that moment, people were flawed. Then he lowered his head, and waited for Gunwook to overcome them.

Then a man's gaze met Gunwook. Then the man sat down with a surprised expression.

I was as surprised as a man.

Gunwook was accustomed to people shrinking at his feet and sometimes enjoyed such reactions when he wasn't feeling well. However, this kind of blatant reaction was first experienced.

"Elder, do you know how many years you've had?"

The old man answered Gunuk's question with a frightened face.

"It's 2047. Yeah, maybe."

I wanted to ask you more, but Gunwook decided not to. I thought I was going to mix up more words.

I don't know why I was so scared, but I could make a guess. The world has changed. Simple violence leads to a more intimidating world.

Gunwook immediately returned to the hotel. I sat in an overly fluffy bed and curled up what I felt outside.

I don't know if thirty years have passed or three years have passed, but one fact was clear.

The world has changed like a dick. It's changed a lot. People were starving, and they were frightened by the fact that a single chunk was approaching, and the identity was revived.

No matter how pleasant I looked, it was not a world where I could live and work. I don't know what the others would think, but Gunwook seemed clear.

Gunwook asked the hotel staff to contact the old relationship to determine whether Duke Incheon or Count Chungcheong.

A week later, interest rates came. Whether he wanted to hide his identity or not, it was a frozen wrap, including his whole face.

"You decided to be a player?"

* * * * * * *

"Again, I don't recommend players."

Gunwook replied at this rate.

"Seeing people, they all wanted to be sad."

"That's better than digging up dirt, so I'm going to elevate myself. But you're already a level 50 player, so you're in a good position to be entertained."

"So the final level is 200. Isn't it 50? I'll raise more and be treated more."

"Are you proud of your firefighter?"

"Yeah, well..."

Gunwook blurred his words. I don't like the way the world has changed, and I don't want to tell you that I have made a promise to listen to a wish in Mangem in a way that will bring the world back. What was before my eyes was the power of a changed world.

Fortunately, the interest rate was not necessarily questionable.

"You hardened your heart, didn't you?"

"Yes. I don't think I should be asking openly. When can I get what my sponsor does? I want to get started quickly."

"Sponsorship. Let's do it right now. I don't think I've ever been taller. Put your back down for a second."

"Like this?"

Gunwook did as he was told. As the snow level became similar, he pulled out a piece of cardboard from his waist and struck Gunwook's shoulder three times with it.

Then he said with a silver medal in his pocket.

"Now, this is the end of Seo Hun."

"Seo Hoon?"

"It's an article. I'll give you an article medal that you can use as your ID here, so don't lose it. If you show it to the bank, I'll lend you plenty, so you can get a house right away. Don't brag to everyone. The original level of 90 is something I should give you or not, you know?"

Gunwook did not intend to boast that he became an article in Korea in the 21st century.

"Okay."

"Now we don't need equipment support. You already have the highest level you can get at level 50."

"So it's over?"

"No, there's one important thing left. You know Gacha, right?"

"Gacha? Draw?"

"Yes, that. Let's go turn the gacha."

* * * * * *

Moreover, the building that followed this rate was like a Wen Casino. The building was full of vending machines.

"A magic vending machine?"

"It's similar in shape. It's from Operations. Sit where you are."

As I sat closer, it wasn't a vending machine, it was a slot machine.

Gunwook had never seen such a gambling machine before. Gunwook glanced at the surroundings.

The building was full of visitors. The people sitting in front of the slot machine were pushing the button like crazy. I had a gambler's eyes wide open. In their twisted mouths a new groaning burst into adultery.

This rate, he said, was ridiculous.

"It's a total gamble, isn't it? This is what Mangem looks like."

"What exactly are you picking?"

"Character picking. The exact name is" supporter. ""

Moreover, it called for a more detailed explanation. I answered without dislike.

"Why is there an NPC in RPG that follows the lead sleeper and helps with combat? You pay for it and you pick it out."

"That must be very helpful in combat? I don't think everyone's ready to vote."

"Helpful. High-ranking supporters are better than any other player. High-grade supporters became a symbol of wealth and power in the fort. Just like the old Benz or Ferrari people were pushing their shoulders around."

"Old · · · · · ·."

"Thirty years ago, it was old enough. Anyway, there's a 1-star to 5-star supporter rating, so turn it around until you get a 4-star and 5-star brother. I'll give you the money."

Gunuk used it as a test to press the slot machine button. I swung my eyes at the amount of money that automatically exits my inventory while pressing.

Five million gold disappears in one click.

It was hundreds of millions of won when I decided to remember. The value of money may have changed over the years, but it's still huge.

After a while, Pang Far got a card from the slot machine.

Gunwook glanced at the card and said,

"I told you to pick a character and I had a Wen Dagger drawn on my card."

"It's an equipment card."

"What is the value of five million gold?"

"It's a level 15 gear, so it's going to be 2,000 gold. The staff will throw it away, so let's not worry about it."

Five million is blunt with two thousand. I closed my eyes and turned again, and this time I got a three-star card with an algebra drawn.

"What is this?"

"Picture card for collecting."

"Expensive?"

"You can tear it. Keep turning."

After pressing the button, five million gold is blunt again with one card.

"This time we have a card with a picture of Wen."

"It's a supporter card. Oh, it's 2 stars. Throw it away. Keep it going."

Gunwook sweated as he continued to spin. Like a game for over thirty years, I wanted gold inflation to be as small as this amount, but it wasn't like that either.

Everyone on the left was staring at this side, pressing the continue button. A glance of goodwill or jealousy.

He was nervous about the stare and the heavy pressure of the evaporating amount. In this position, only the interest rate of the water owner was negligible.

Another button was pressed and the vending machine threw up a card. It says' Crusader Olun 'on the picture of Wen's man.

Someone who was watching muttered.

"The 3-Star Crusader? Wonda · · · · · · · · Jun 4-star great

Gunwook asked for this rate.

"Can I stop saying that it's awesome?"

The rate immediately shook his head.

"No. It's nice to have a Crusader at 3 stars, but you're a Crusader, so you're overlapping jobs. Turn around until you get to 4 stars."

"So can I sell the card I have to someone who wants to have it?"

"Not interchangeable."

"So you're just blowing money?"

"Yes, is there anything new? This is what Mangem looks like. Keep turning."

Gunwook hesitated to bring his hand to the button.

He looked at the sweaty Gunwook on his forehead. A sociopathic look. It really was a burdensome look on this situation.

The rate was not a memorable down-response.

This rate remembered the Knight of Death, Emperor Gunwook.

Emperor Gunwook escaped from the furious tower. As a result, half of the city's citizens were killed, and they were caught up in a great guilt and self-loathing.

That negative emotion has taken hold of Emperor Gunwook's whole life since then.

Emperor Gunwook dug into the basement alone, fearing people's gaze, but the paladin changed his job to a death knight who could fight alone because it was the right job to play the party. A world that turned itself into a fugitive, a kind of obsessive-compulsive death knight who wanted it all back to its original form.

The trauma made the Knight of Death regard fleeing as the greatest sin. The Knight of Death in the Underground repeatedly wished to attack.

His innate talent as a ruthless and warrior, and his obsessive adventure led him to reach the death god in just five years.

The knight of death could not have been more burdened by this situation. If I could be a little stronger, I would ignore the guilt or burden and try to tear it down even more like a bad one.

Unlike the Knight of Death, this Crusader seemed naive. There was no compulsion or poisoning due to self-loathing. Of course. This article made a different choice that would have captured the rest of his life. Because of this rate, Emperor Gunwook was now a knight of death and someone else.

This rate was told to Emperor Gunwook.

"I don't want you to tell me to stop turning. So I'm going to be a waste of time, and I'm going to be a big loser. Now, we have to achieve the objective of elimination. I'm rich, so don't be burdened. Turn around. Come on."

At that, Gunuk closes his eyes and presses the button on the slot machine.

The machine screen flashed in silver. The people who were watching shouted.

"Chew, it's 4 stars!"

I tried to say that you shouldn't like this rate too much. If you say 4 stars, you have less chance of getting what you want.

A card came out of the vending machine. A woman's picture was engraved in the middle.

It was the card's grade and name that topped the list.

Wizard Witch Man

"Let's see. Wizard? That's a tier one job. If I had a maggot-like job as a thief or a priest of death, I would have picked a 3-star one and turned it around again, which is more than I expected. Bro, you're so lucky."

At the end of this rate, Gunuk regained his leisure time. He said with relief that he seemed to be alive.

"I think I've spent 100 million gold, but I'm lucky."

"Be careful where you go.

I picked a four-star supporter with 100 million. '

And if you ask, you're going to be deceived. "

"The probability table says a 4-Star probability is 10%. Isn't it bad luck to draw it 20 times?"

"Most of that 10% 4-Star Equipment Card, 4-Star Collection Picture Card, and 4-Star Trading Game Card is a 4-Star Supporter, so the odds of winning a 4-Star Supporter are actually less than 0.1%. So I brought 30 billion gold, and I didn't think I'd spend 100 million."

Gunwook was terrified to convert that 30 billion gold into a circle. I couldn't help but notice that I was trying to spend that amount at one moment.

He said the interest rate is low.

"Contract. Contract with the card. You can mutter."

In the midst of a tremble, Gunuk did as he was told.

"Contract."

And the cards glowed.

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