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Immediately after that, the breath that I had endured among the gods burst out.

a look of boredom

It was because I was greatly shocked by the great prestige that Vulcan showed me.

Of course, he assumed he was a strong man from the first time the portal was opened, but there was a difference between just guessing and what it turned out to be a clear fact.

They talked to each other while looking at the blanks in a neat posture.

"Amazing..."

"Hey... ...I heard that the Vulcan is a horse prosecutor, and it's as bitter as those who've been dealing with the sword all their lives.”

"What level of magic is it?"

"Um..."

The Daeryeon ended in a flash, but the aftertaste lasted quite a long time, drawing people's excitement.

Clutus, who saw the figure, slightly raised his mouth to keep it out of the public eye.

A laugh mixed with various feelings, both happy and bitter.

Without realizing it, he pretended to be expressionless and looked toward the Vulcan.

'I was a little surprised when I saw it often, but would others be chubby?’

The glaring eyes of Clutus.

He was also one of the gods who was excited to see the Daeryeon.

On the contrary, it was more than others.

All the gods fought once in a while, but they didn't do anything because of a minor victory.

'It wasn't something to like.’

He shuddered with regret and turned to the black portal.

There was still fear, but a desire for a greater battle was encroaching upon his body.

It was hard to wait any longer.

"Hmm, hmm."

Did he know the mind of Clutus?

Honus, who used his power to attach Cargos' severed arm, cleared his throat.

After confirming that the attention of all the gods had been gathered, he slowly began to say the words.

"I think it's all set.”

“…….”

Cargos left with a melancholy look on his face, but no one turned his head toward him.

Everybody's just focused on Honus.

The fifteen subjugates remained silent, hoping that his next words were not long.

Fortunately, Honus' words were not long.

"As I said before, it is possible to come out at any time, but not to re-enter. I don't know in the old days, but there are so many people trying to get in these days...... think of it as to give as many opportunities as possible. If you don't think you can hold out for a long time at this point, give up here. Of course, I don't think anyone would give up. Hmm."

Honus, who spoke up to this point, clapped and took the time.

Then a few steps away from the portal, and finally, he told the gods.

"I will give the fifteen who are present the right to enter the light of darkness."

As soon as his words were finished, all the gods moved.

It was because he was greatly stimulated by the Battle of the Vulcan.

Everyone wants to go into the portal and start training for even for a moment.

Soon a man was the first to stand in front of the portal.

A man with a determined look on his face with a shield and a spear.

It was Clutus.

I'm behind right now, but...….’

Just before entering the portal, he glanced at the Bulkan standing behind him.

I could see his expression, as if he were looking somewhere far away.

He doesn't seem to care much about himself and the other gods who are gathered here.

He bit his lower lip slightly.

'By the time you get out, it'll be a little different.’

After thinking, Clutus threw himself at the portal.

A black portal that swallowed him like a monk's ear fluttered.

Like the mouth of a monster who wants more food.

However, it had little impact on Junshin, who had already established his mindset.

A string of jons that enter the final gates like sausages.

All were faces full of courage, hope and enthusiasm.

Somehow the last box to enter was no different from them.

He stood in front of the darkly lit circular portal and fell into a moment's contemplation.

'By the time you get out of here, you'll have the confidence to take Hokulus's test.’

I don't know what the test was about, but it didn't matter.

Any test will be fine if it reaches the four-digit level.

After thinking, the Vulcan went into the dark light with unshakable eyes.

Then a black portal that shrinks gradually with a thud, and disappears without a trace.

Watching it, Honus stood silent, stroking his habitually long beard.

Like a giant tree that has been rooted for a long time, a figure who unconsciously emits a heavy presence and silently keeps his place.

Honus, who had been lost in thought for so long, murmured softly.

"The most promising player of the season is Vulcan.”

I thought it wasn't bad.

He knew because he heard from his brother, Hokulus.

The only one who has been mentioned directly by the supreme deity on the subject of a half-body.

However, did he say that he could not know why he received such attention?

He also agreed with his brother.

It's showing tremendous growth rates, but that's all.

It wasn't that impressive for him, who was born a god.

Of course, that didn't mean to denigrate the Vulcan itself.

If you think about it without the strict standard of 'woods worthy of the highest attention,' he must have had a good enough quality.

He thought of Powell, a creature who once passed through this place.

Then we compared the growth rate of the Vulcan.

If Act 2 is cleared within 150 years, the Vulcan will be the shortest time ever.... if you hand it over, is he still number one? Mmm.'

It seemed possible to set a new record enough.

He cheered for the Vulcan in his heart.

It's better for the lower body to set a record than for the Yongin people. Well, by the way, Lumitus said that he was not a half-body, but......was he mistaken?

With his eyes slightly up, Honus recalled the blanks he had just been with.

Clearly, it was a half-body, not a human being.

He frowned upon Lumitus for his stupid misunderstanding and quickly left.

I was still thinking of going to meet Lumitus, who is a beginner's helper, because the period of punishment is not over.

So everyone left, and stillness came to the tumultuous plain until just now.

Many people came to this place only because of the damage caused by the aftermath of the Great Depression.He was telling me he had gone.

So time flew away again.

*

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The temple of Hoculus, located in the heart of Espoir City.

Honus, who was taking a nap in one of the numerous rooms of the great temple, rose up stretching.

He looked at the cat making a violent noise from his bedside.

Meow! Meow! Gororo-roong...….

"Okay. Stop it now. It's up."

A black cat that doesn't stop screaming even with the soothing voice of Honus.

He opened his pocket and threw the chicken breast as if he couldn't help it.

"Here you go. Eat."

Meow!

Honus laughed as he saw the cat jumping out like a shot and purring and grinning at the chicken.

After watching his pet cat for such a short time, he dressed up and walked slowly toward the portal inside the temple.

The cat woke him up, which means he had something to do.

Some of the people in the dark seemed to have come out.

'Give up the middle? Or did he get his own achievement? Hm.'

I didn't know until I went and checked.

Of course what he wanted was the latter side.

I've seen too many people frustrated by the huge wall while being the manager of Act II.

Since they were believers who had a good faith in all living things, they were heartbroken whenever they saw them suffering.

Of course Honus wasn't so weak as to be so traumatized.

He was originally the ruler of many human beings in the lower world.

Naturally, the pain and misery of countless people have also been witnessed.

But... ...

'Even so, there's no way you won't be sad if you're sad.’

Just don't make it obvious in front of the residents of Act II.

While he was thinking about this and that, he came to the front of the portal.

A mystical portal connected to the blue, twirling, and self-controlled place.

You'll find out when you get in here.

Whether the figure from the dark light gave up halfway or achieved enough results to take Hokulus' test.

He entered the portal with a grave look on his face.

Shu Wook.

a scene that changed in a flash

Honus, who moved only a few trees into the middle of the growing plain.

A smile rose on his face.

I could feel it without seeing it.

As if he had no intention of revealing his strength, he was holding back his spirits as much as possible, but could not deceive his eyes.

It was certain.

Who came out now, was not a middle-of-the-road give-up

He moved with a deeper smile than before.

'This should be a test for my brother. It's a procedure, but......a new god will be born in a long time. Who could it be?….’

He recalled several candidates.

Is it Paros who entered 700 years ago and has no intention of coming out yet?

Or is it the Phahalum that entered 420 years ago, which was expected by the Yongin people?

He deliberately approached the returnee at a rather slow pace in order to keep up with this joyful worry for a long time.

But it was much faster than the returnee's moving speed, which seemed to be walking leisurely, so after a while Honus had no choice but to face him.

Honus finally confirmed his return.

However, he had no choice but to look at his presence with a very different look.

“…….”

a stiff face

a smile at the mouth that disappeared from shock

The moment of seeing the divine being born after 300 years was so serious that the one who had just returned from the light in the dark spoke awkwardly.

"Honus..."...? Did I do anything wrong?"

“…….”

"Mr. Honus?"

"Oh, no. This is what I've done."

Honus turns around with a puzzled look and stroks his mustache.

He felt that his somewhat confused state of mind had been settled and then turned away again.

Honus was embarrassed by the still suspicious presence, but fortunately, he could not be seen as ugly as before.

To return to one's usual solemn and solemn face.

But the curiosity filling his head couldn't help it.

As soon as he met, he praised the hard work of his returnees, gave various cautions for gaining divine power, setting aside his attempt to guide them in the right direction, and asked another question.

"You... ...didn't you enter here 15 years ago?"

"......yes. Is there a problem?"

A dark red horse, wearing a fluffy armor, said Bulkan cautiously, who was gently spilling the opposite force of self-confidence.

The appearance that has not changed at all compared to the first time we arrived here.

However, it was a blanks that achieved unparalleled growth and finally received the recognition of God.

A sublime landscape that transcends the status of Cheongnyong, Fielder, and Geomseon Yeo Dong-bin.

The period needed to achieve it was only 15 years.

Honus gulped down his saliva.

After a moment of silent stare at the Bulkan, he spoke to the Bulkan in a low voice, with a blunt expression on his face.

"Attendance... ..Congratulations.

It was Honus who could not think of anything else to say.