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asked Vulcan with a sullen look.

"Is it in charge of sending Act1 people up to Act2?”

"Not really. Other cities usually maintain proper order and help the first people to adapt. It's a world that's hard to imagine."

"Then why is Mr. Fielder making this offer? No, not just you, but everyone else seems to want me to clear Act 2."

"You can just think of it as a bit of self-interest."

"Don't be vague and answer me correctly."

"Well, it might sound a little out of the blue."

Vulcan stared at Fielder without answering. Fielder, who was still facing the blanks with a smile, said the point.

"We want to see a man from heaven rise to the position of God.”

“······?”

Vulcan didn't understand Fielder's words.

No, I thought it would be more accurate to say that it doesn't touch.

"No, how do humans become gods?"

"Why not? Oh, it's never been done. But Mr. Vulcan would be possible enough."

"What nonsense is that?"

"Click, why doesn't it make sense? Even if you just cleared Act 10, you proved your strength as much as your body and body. I can't believe he's still acting like a commoner, if he wants to."

“······.”

"Act2 is an achievement that is not even comparable to Act1. If you clear it, it is possible to gain prestige and establish yourself as an official god. Cloths of ale."

The Vulcan was silent.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

It was natural that it was not interesting to say such things as winning a new throne to Vulcan, who had no interest in the first place.

Vulcan had a sour look on his face, but Fielder continued to explain.

As if he had received a telemarketing employee's call, but like a man who couldn't cut off coldly out of sorry, Vulcan listened blankly.

"As you might have guessed, six people, including me, had the same time as you. Everyone was a single-minded person who didn't value anything but being strong. When I first came to Asgard, I was embarrassed, but I was confident enough. I've been stuck and frustrated for hundreds of years, but I haven't run out of talent. Like a spring that never dries."

“······.”

"Until I got to Act 2, I thought I could be as strong as I could be with time. God and devil, enough to face all."

Fielder, who said so far, took a sip of tea.

His smiling face was still there, but he felt somewhat lonely feeling for some reason.

"It was a mistake. It was a stark reality to face someday. I realized that I'm just like everyone else. Some were just facing each other in the summer, and another in Act1. For a human being, Act2's clair was a narrow door that was harder to get in than a needle hole."

The beer that was taken out of the inventory was all dried up, but the blanks did not speak.

Before I knew it, the Vulcan, who focused on Fielder's words, pulled the chair forward, waiting for the next horse.

"At first I was dying, and then I emptied my head and polished myself in inertia. It's been unbearably long to pour out in agony. A thousand years passed, and a thousand years passed, and a thousand years passed, and even a lingering feeling that one step further would reach was gone. I admit."

Fielder looked at the Vulcan with a dull look.

"That's all I'm allowed to do."

No one was speaking for a moment.

The Vulcan was also infected with a serious atmosphere and was lost in thought with a stiff look.

Since coming to Asgard, I've been fed up with other people's grumbling and lamenting.

I didn't blame them for their talent, but I never deeply empathized and consoled them. Because it was too common for them to pay a lot of attention and sympathize with each other.

But coming out of Fielder's mouth, which had reached a place where no one had climbed in Belong City, the same content had a different weight.

The words of a fiddler, calmly unfolded in dry voice, without the pitch of a voice.

The Vulcan could not even guess how much anguish and despair it contained.

"Click, but Fielder is as good as touching a wall. I and these other dregs are at a level that is ambiguous to be desired."

It was Berner who broke the awkward silence.

Although the remarks were so low-key that it was hard to call them the words of the self-respecting Magician, the Vulcan did not bother to delve into them.

Instead, I asked carefully what I had been curious about.

"I've been wondering since a long time ago, and who are the ones who clear Act2? Who, who, Mr. Fielder, and Mr. Berner, and these people have given up on what they've given up, and how did you get back to being the first from Act 2?”

"He's got a habit again. All right, I'll tell you the first one, Klehleh."

Berner, who blamed the blanks for asking several questions at once, began to explain.

Ten starting cities corresponding to Act1 of Asgard.

One of them, Belong City, could hardly find any other species, but other cities were in different situations.

Of course, it was human beings who took up an absolute majority because they were large populations, but there were a considerable number of heterogeneous and upper-class tribes, and the ratio was completely reversed in the situation of the transition to Act 2.

The limit of race beyond the limits of talent.

When countless humans who hit the wall were frustrated in Act 1, they felt a great sense of deprivation when they saw the half-body and upper class, the monks and the recruits settling in Act2 with high probability.

And neither could the six zon, the highest leaders of Belong City, be free from it.

The land of Act3 that no human being has reached.

The high wall that even Fielder and Berner, who were considered the greatest talents of all human beings, had to be frustrated.

However, it was not a wall that could not be overcome by other tribes.

"Well, he's not as good as Fielder, but he's one of the most active human beings. But, ··· 못했던 못했던, the blood of God was not strong enough for the gods or for the gods.

It was a calm-spoken Berner, but there was a sense of defeat that could not be hidden from his voice.

It's hard to get through when you have bloodline and race because you lack talent.

'That's too cruel.’

Somehow, looking at Berner, who looked older than usual, the Vulcan said.

"Then it's back to Act 1, ."·.".".".".""

"It was because I had given up my lingering feelings. I've got a new lingering attachment.”

Berner, who scratched his back with a cane, continued.

"Like us, including Fielder, when every effort, passion, and time in Act 2 is spent, and no further progress is made, there is a presence that comes stealthily."

"Who is it?”

"Act2 Manager."

Vulcan looked at Berner with a blank look on his face for a moment, then came to his senses when he saw the words [Act1 Manager Berner] floating on Berner's head.

There's no such thing as Act 2.’

"I see. Did he make an offer to the Six-Jones, just as he was trying to send me up?”

"Yes, I know. I'm so smart for some reason. "Klehleh. I promised to give you a clue to gaining prestige if you played the role of manager in Act1 for about 10,000 years."

"10,000 years, ·····"

"Why, does it look long? Well, it could seem stupid for you to break Act 1 in 10 years."

"No, I didn't mean that."

Werner, who laughed at the hurriedly-excused Bulkan, continued.

"By all means, I and these other guys here have come through that process. There are many things to do and it's annoying, but it's much better than the days when I wandered around Act 2 like a ghost without any hope. And it's better because we have our favorite pastime.”

"Oh, I'm fine. I can see for sure from seeing you and the soliloquy, especially you now. Why Fielder and Berner said no one else would do it if it weren't you.”

said Heywood, the suddenly cut-in-the-wool peach man, pointing his finger at the blanks.

"We gave up, but we wanted to prove that humans could. The image of man gaining prestige by his own pure power. I wanted to show the other people and the Gods that cleared Act 2."

“······.”

"Even if it's low-key vicarious satisfaction.”

flaming eyes

With Haywood's burdensome eyes, Vulcan slipped his head back.

"When I first came to Belong City, I thought I was the only one who thought this. But it wasn't. I asked the other five who were here first. Why do you have to work as a manager in Belong City when there are 10 cities? What do you think it is?”

Vulcan did not answer. Haywood also went on to say whether he had any expectations.

"Because Belong City was the only city where the rest of the species were almost unmixed and focused on humans. They all came here with the idea of raising human disciples and making gods with their own hands. Haha! Isn't that funny? You gave up Act 2 like a dog that lost a fight, but you tried to pass your dreams on to other humans. That's funny."

Haywood, who spoke up to here in excitement, took a moment's pause and added in a slightly calmer voice.

"It's funny, and I know it means nothing. However, it is true that they want to see it. The half-mixed of God's blood, or the being, not blessed from birth, that an ordinary man ascends to the throne."

Vulcan said nothing.

It was not that I had nothing to say.

Their proposal had nothing to do with their position, and they could have done as much as they could to dismiss it as nonsense.

There seemed no need to be helplessly persecuted.

I don't know at what level the restrictions the six zones said might be, but I've never seen them use excessive force other than helping the residents and maintaining order.

"Mr. Vulcan."

"Filder."

"I know you don't like our offer. Not everyone has a cause to sympathize with, but it's just a request to satisfy our desires. Besides, Mr. Vulcan's age is different in itself from the old monsters who have enjoyed and inherited all the pleasures of the summer for just over 30.100 years."

“······.”

" So I know it's a huge inconvenience to say this. Nevertheless, I can't help it. You have the highest potential, including the 'human' people, 봤 봤까지.", or any other species we've ever seen."

Fielder looking at the Vulcan with his unusually hot eyes.

He took his lips off slowly.

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Vulcan closed his eyes.

Of course, their feelings were understandable.

I don't know, but if you kick your way to Seon-gye and go up to Act 2 to train, your obsession with strength is beyond your imagination.

Therefore, the sense of loss would also be unimaginable, and it was understandable to try to fill it with vicarious satisfaction.

'But it has nothing to do with me.’

It was 10 years since he was dragged into the world at the age of enjoying his life.

It was not the position of an old man who had been bored by all the pleasures of the Inse, as Fielder said, and could not pass more time in battle.

"I'm sorry."

In fact, it was nothing to be sorry for, nor to answer so carefully.

But the weight of the frustration they were carrying was so great that it was hard to broach.

An uncomfortable silence fell again, and Fielder spoke on behalf of the six zones.