Max Level Returner

A child sitting on a playground swing.

It's changed. In front of the child stands a boy who looks like his age and a woman who looks like his mother.

"It's all right."

I won't."

hide behind This time, the woman apologizes.

Not really. I apologize like this."

He was stoically bent. Cold sweat forms on the forehead.

The skinned child said he was fine again. However, the woman and the child do not seem to be okay.

I'll scold you. You're bleeding. Why are you making so much trouble? Did your mom tell you to do that?"

The child slapped on the cheek naturally burst into tears in a loud voice.

Do you?"

Wipe away tears and look at the child sitting on the swing. A child with a skinned knee could be seen in the eyes of a child shedding tears with a feeling of resentment.

I pretended not to know when I saw a child with a scraped knee.

In a classroom that is humid.

He is sleeping with burrows in his mouth. No one woke the student even though he snored low.

Even Nim didn't wake the sleeping student.

I was gazing through the station.

A book fell on the floor when it was pushed into the arm of a student sitting in the middle of the table. Not loud but loud enough to be heard by everyone. It was then that the student who was sleeping in the back seat raised his head.

The eyes of the student and the teacher met.

Lugo ran as fast as he could and slapped the back of the student's head with a "puck" sound with his palm.

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

It interferes with your studies."

He continues to scold the student who dropped the book whether he thinks or not. The student had to get three more hits on the back of his head just because he dropped the book and had to take lessons on home education.

I know how to let you go."

The shoulders of the student who dropped the book are trembling. The desk is dripping with transparent liquid. The sorrow must have been greater than the pain.

I cried for a long time.

Look behind you. Your eyes are red-blooded.

Be bound together.

It did.

The feeling of resentment in the eyes of a student who dropped it.

I transferred to another school before long.

A couple of men and women are sitting between tables. There is a steaming coffee in front of them.

"Huh? Anything to say? What do you mean? You love me?"

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I didn't do anything wrong. I just couldn't finish what I said. The baby flower is twisting only the napkin. There are plenty of twisted napkins in front of a woman."I mean, I'm......I'm so sorry."

"I'm just sorry. It doesn't make sense for me to date you."

At last, the woman sheds tears.

We still have a long way to go until retirement. Yes?

I'm sorry. Can you pretend you didn't hear this? Dad knelt down crying saying he was sorry. My dad... ...the man gives me a deep sigh.

Uh. I really didn't know you were that kind of person.

The woman wipes her tears with her sleeves and makes an apology, bowing her soft-necked dog. The woman jumps up from her seat and runs out of the cafe. As she walks out the door, the woman says, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

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I broke up with my job.

Ho-sung. Sorry. I didn't mean to make a noise.

I didn't know it was the chairman's son.

Ho-seong...

Park Ho-sung, leaning against the chair and closing his eyes, spits out a curse. Hot tears are dripping down Park Ho-sung's eyes.

I'm the one who couldn't. He's my father.

Park Ho-seong is crying out in tears.

Sitting on the spot. After the pinkish energy, Releasing appears next to Yoon Sang-hyuk.

Tell Yoon Sang-hyuk about the drama.

build of

I understood if you were building a crab wall.

It's the door.

I know that 's son has a personality defect, but I don't think I know why he has one.

I wouldn't have. Maybe Park Ho-sung hates his father.

"Yes."

When the high wind blows, the pink air is pushed by Park Ho-sung and sucked into his nose.

Park Ho-sung, who used to swear, suddenly shudders when he finds Yoon Sang-hyuk looking at him with his eyes open.

Yoon Sang-hyuk approaches without saying anything and hugs Park Ho-sung.

"…."

There wasn't a single person you could call."

Yoon Sang-hyuk pats Park Ho-sung on the back.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

bear with

You couldn't tell me. I'll leave you if you say something. I'm afraid I'll hear you say sorry again. That's why you couldn't tell me."

In the end, Park Ho-seong bursts into tears.

Everyone's saying sorry to me....uh,uh,uh....

"It's all right. Cry as much as you want. You can cry in front of me."

He hugged me like that.

Park Ho-sung empties the alcohol in his glass at once in a while.

I thought it would happen again. I'm leaving again. I think I'll hear you say sorry again. So I only hung out with the natives.

I don't know if it's a person. They don't know I'm the son of the chairman of Yuseong Group."

Park Ho-sung nods with a sad smile.

Gold is different, maybe the opposite loneliness. Do you want to hear my story?"

Yoon Sang-hyuk unravels the story.

He's gone. He was lucky. You had someone to turn to. But my brother died in a 12-year car. Since then, people who had been close to each other and relied on each other in a strange world have died one by one. That's when the Masked Prince was born. I didn't want to see anyone around me die anymore. So I chose to be alone."

"Because if you're alone, you don't have to watch someone die anymore. It was so comfortable at first. But I felt very lonely. I wanted to see the end of the world somehow. That's why we hunted like hell. I've gained level, got good armor, and I've earned the reputation of being the monarch of the mask. When I became famous, people gathered around me. But you know what? I didn't feel any less lonely when I became famous and people around me gathered."

"Yes. Maybe you can understand. All the people around me were people trying to get anything out of me, people trying to use me. There were more people around, but I felt more lonely than before. I didn't trust people like you either. But I suddenly thought of this. Why do I live like this? Did I hunt like crazy and carry out a quest for this? It's a world full of death's crisis, should I care about that? If you use the humans coming to use me the same way, that's enough. Thinking like that made me feel comfortable."

"Me too... ..can I meet people like that?"

Take off the mask of the chaotic monarch covering his face.

There are only a few people."

stare with piercing eyes

There was a lot of talk about it, but it was all a rumor."

Why do you think I showed you my face?"

Yoon Sang-hyuk hits Park Ho-sung on the shoulder.

I'm a nervous person, and I'll stay here no matter what the situation is."

"Not the masked monarch. I'll be there for you as someone named Yoon Sang-hyuk."

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"It's nice to see you smiling. Keep smiling like that from now on."

I'll keep your secret forever. You promise me one thing."

Yoon Sang-hyuk holds Park Ho-sung's hand tightly.

I'll see, I promise I'll try."