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Hokulus, who had heard so far, could not stand it any longer.

He vented his pent-up anger at once.

"You! Why are you avoiding what you have to do if you've won the blood of God, and now you've cleared Act2 and recognized for your ability! Did you, too, come up to this point, just to fulfill your personal self-interest, just like humans and other tribes?"

"No, why are you angry... First, calm down....”

The Vulcan was greatly embarrassed.

The fact that Hokulus was not able to grasp the point of his anger.

Under great pressure from Hokulus, like an active volcano, he retorted whether there was a problem with his words.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I didn't seem to make a slip of the tongue.

"No, my family. What kind of wish should I make for myself to protect my world? And wasn't it okay to make any wishes in the first place if you didn't hurt others?’

Unfair feelings grew thick and fast.

But the anger of Hokulus was much more intense than the feelings of the Vulcan, and the outcry was not over.

"Calm down? This bastard still hasn't come to his senses! I can't believe you're trying to avoid your mistakes until the endlessly. I can't help it. I'll have to argue directly with the parents who taught you this way, not you. Say your parents' names the right way. I'll go ask this myself.”

Some even talked about the parents of Vulcan, not about Vulcan.

Upon hearing Hokulus's remarks, Vulcan turned all the feelings of embarrassment and injustice he had so far into anger.

Like Hokulus, he is also full of anger.

He also made a strong protest, forgetting that his opponent was the general manager of Act 2 and had the power to decide his future.

"Why are my parents' names coming out of nowhere here? Isn't it too much to be in charge? What's the case with this ridiculous persecution and parenting, if not respecting and caring?"

"Shut up! I don't want to argue with you anymore. Hurry up and name your parents, or no. Tell me only the name of the gods. Father or mother?"

"Ha, by the way."

I can't communicate at all.

Vulcan turned back and took a deep breath to calm his anger.

If he had been in a cool state, he would have immediately noticed something strange about Hokulus's words, but he was about to lose his reason.

It was fortunate not to rush into Hokulus right away.

The blanks, who gently closed their eyes and sprinkled their teeth, thought.

'Yes, I don't know what the shit is, but let's just answer it.

The bulkan turned back and gave a sharp look as if stabbing knife.

He chewed out his parents' names one by one.

"My father, Kim Jung-hoon, and mother, Lee Hye- Are you ready?"

"Yes. Kim Jung-hoon, Lee Hye-won. Kim Jung-hoon... Lee Hye-won...….”

Hoculus frowned and tapped his head with his fingers, as if searching through various drawers in his head.

Vulcan was still angry and looked at Hokulus as if he were an enemy, and time went by in that condition.

One minute to do that's a minute.

Hoculus muttered to himself with a rather perplexed look.

"What is it... ...there's no such god...….”

a low voice

But it was enough to reach the Vulcan ear.

Upon hearing Hokulus' words, Vulcan answered back to him, keeping his fierce look intact.

"What are you talking about? My parents are human."

"Hmm?"

"He's human."

"What?"

As if he didn't understand the words of Vulcan properly, Hoculus keeps asking back.

Vulcan in his reaction also realized that things were going strangely.

He said, looking straight into Hokulus's eyes, a little soothing to the anger that had risen to the brink of explosion.

"Let's calm down and talk to each other step by step."

*

"Well... I'm sorry."

Hokulus, who looks at the Vulcan as if he's really sorry, goes out low.

It was rare for him, who was powerful enough to be a janitor among the gods, to appear like this, but he had nothing to say since he had done wrong first in the first place.

Vulcan accepted his apology neatly.

Knowing that all this was caused by a misunderstanding, the Vulcan was not so narrow-minded as to continue to dwell on this much.

"It's all right. It sounds pretty misleading."

"Yes. Unless you're the one who manages Belong City yourself, you don't have a chance to learn more about the player. I wasn't very interested in it was......Huh, man can be a half-body. That's odd. Would the Supreme God know?"

As if he still didn't understand, he talked to himself and fell into his own thoughts.

Seeing the figure, Vulcan breathed a sigh of relief into his heart.

Phew. I'm not particularly angry that I don't play God. That's a relief.'

He was worried that he might send himself up to Act 3 like Act 1's 6 zone or give a serious role to him.

However, after revealing that he was originally a human being, he didn't seem to have any intention of forcing himself to do so, given that he didn't say much about it.

He thought of his own rosy future.

A happy and pleasant life with family members whom he loves without fighting and slaughter.

There was no specific plan, but that was a slow thing to do.

a blank blank with a smile on its face and a blank stare

Suddenly, Hokulus, awake from his thoughts and staring at the Vulcan, looked at it.

I wanted to pry into things about the player, but judging from the conversation we had earlier, I didn't seem to know how I got that ability or how it was expressed.

'Well, God is beyond description. Let's say there's one more thing like that.’

He forced his way out of the somewhat uncomfortable part, and called the blanks.

"Bulcan."

"Yes."

"I forgot to mention it, but I think we should talk about the exam now.”

"Oh, I see. Come to think of it, what happened to the test? Have you already passed?"

Vulcan looking at Hokulus with eyes that show both expectations and tension.

Hokulus shook his head at him.

When Vulcan, who saw his long hair swaying about, gave a disappointed look, Hokulus continued to speak.

"There's nothing to worry about. The four levels are so high that those who have cleared Act 2 are considered one hand. I'm sure I'll pass any test I give you. That's why they told the crowd that there was an appointment ceremony in advance. It takes more time to promote the appointment ceremony after the test report.”

"Oh, thank you."

He seemed to have been considerate of the circumstances of the Vulcan, which kept showing signs of urgency.

Appreciating Hokulus, he immediately asked the question.

"Then..."... what is the test like? In Act I caught a monster called Sarantis, is it similar to that?"

Since there is nothing better than an intuitive test of ability, Vulcan naturally assumed that he would take a test to get rid of something.

But Hokulus shook his head, and spewed out a completely unexpected remark.

"You can beat a man."

"What? People?"

"Yes, man."

As if his feelings for him were not good, said Hokulus, with a slight frowned slightly.

"I'll let you pass the test if you beat me until I say you can stop.”

*

a spacious office,

Inside, neatly arranged and cleaned, Madorgi, who was working as usual, suddenly sighed.

As usual, his expression was not very clear, but the tail of his mouth, a little below, represented his feelings.

He stood up as he was looking at a large amount of documents, twirling his fountain pen with his hands.

Then the documents that had been floated in the air by magical powers were arranged on the desk one by one.

He sighed again, slowly circling the room.

He recited softly.

"I never thought he'd be a god.”

a blank space

Just 250 years ago, he was on Act 2.

In addition, the race was criticized as the least talented player among them.

When the Underdogs broke through the difficulties one by one, and finally broke down Bae Soo-jin, the strongest force among humans.

Until then, Madorgi was very happy.

It was because the emergence of a mutant called Vulcan came as a fresh stimulus.

A life of one's own that repeats itself all the time.

It was his most enjoyable hobby to watch the Vulcan, which had caused a scene-tasting disturbance that could escape from the boring routine.

but

"......to what extent."

Madorgi took off his expressionless appearance for the first time in a long time, and openly showed an unpleasant expression.

an intolerable sense of inferiority, shame, frustration

All sorts of low-key emotions had been roused to his stomach and he couldn't bear it.

He was more interested in watching other people's conflicts and conflicts than in his achievements, but even so, he did not completely abandon his desire to be strong.

Rather, until he started running an intelligence organization called Oracle in earnest, Madorgi was living the life of a healthy Act 2 resident who was focused on training.

However, frustrated by his inability to break the wall even after a long time, he once again returned to his life of manipulating and playing with people by setting up an intelligence group as his habit in the summer.

Through so many hundreds of years, Madorgi had his own satisfactory days.

It was on my mind that I couldn't move forward in my last steps to be a god, but after a hundred years and two hundred years, the dirty feelings gradually diluted.

Except for that, it was a better life.

The absolute powerhouses, much greater than in the summer.

The pleasure of controlling them freely based on their own information was beyond description, and they were more focused on scheming while putting aside the training.

So Madorgi gradually abandoned his lingering attachment to Act2's clear, and gradually immersed himself into his own enjoyment.

But now that he finds out that the blanks he thought were the organ horses in the mold he made, overtaking him to the position of God.

The wound that had been asleep in his heart began to cause pain again and made him lose his composure as he is now.

"Argh!"

Madorgi, who shouts in the air.

Now, under the completely collapsed poker face, the hidden fierce look was fully revealed.

He vented his anger after such a long stretch.

However, his temper didn't change anything.

The Vulcan had left no longer within his reach, and his place had stopped for more than five hundred years and was not thinking of moving on.

He knew, too.

Like many beings who have overtaken themselves, the Vulcan has no choice but to send them to the above world.

Slowly calming down his hard-pressed breath, he thought inwardly.

'Yes, let's not mind. He was the one who'd go up anyway. The half body with the player's ability......because it's a fraud union. It is not a flaw that I, a human being, am worse than him.'

He would have been more angry if he were a human being, but after learning that he was half-body, Madorgi was somewhat controlling of anger.

Unless he's human, he's still the strongest of us.

Madorgi thought that much was great enough.

Mardorgi, who was in a better mood after such self-justification, forced himself to laugh and mutter.

"Well, good. The guy who's leaving is leaving. I can find another toy."

"What toy?"

"Huck!"

Madorgi was appalled by the heavy voice coming from behind him.

and tried to turn the new type reflexively to identify the source of the sound.

But before turning even Chae's head, I could feel a grip on his back neck.

And a little dizziness you feel.

Whoooooooooooong.

Madorgi, who experienced a similar feeling as when using the space movement wizard, looked around with a look of embarrassment.

a verdant forest

As if it were a long way from Espo City, there was no one passing by.

Someone's voice came through the ears of Madori, who was standing idly in the unfamiliar landscape.

It's slightly higher than the low- and medium-pitched voice you heard earlier.

And a familiar voice somewhere.

"Should I just beat him?”

He unconsciously turned his head in that direction.

And I was terribly surprised.

A man wearing a dark red armor, holding a sword covered with golden energy.

"Bulcan..."

Madorgi looked at him with a look of his soul slipping out.