My Dad Is Too Strong

Standing on the highest peak of Mount Gonryun, he looked beyond.

The group of people who thought they would never see again was still there. Of course, they thought it would have disappeared due to 'invasion'. But it's unfailingly spread out here. There is a group of people who have only remembered, that will only exist in their hearts.

Part of the eroded dimension is active.

There must have been a message like that.

It's an eroded dimension.

So, why are people still alive?

The other day, the critical period said. Obviously people, including themselves, fell into the central tutorial zone, and most of them died in the center.

'I'm alive.'

It wasn't just the people who were embedded in the Catholic Church.

The people who busily wandered through the streets of the underworld under the mountain each had a self as a creature. Not a ghost. Even having only soul.

Quaaaaang!

Then, there was a loud sound of wavelength from a distance of about two kilometers. With the thud, the trees grow thick with the sound of a thunderbolt. After a while, the sound of wavelengths that had once occurred echoed continuously along the ridge. When I open my hunch, I can feel two spirits.

'...there must be.'

A place where young meadows are cultivated. Youngmokcho, if consumed, was a noble object that would enhance the internal strength of a subpoena, if not the Great Patient Group of Sorim.

Pod!

Dojun's new model has disappeared.

Surah plasma was a full-length martial artist of wide music.

The Duke of Jehse who led him to the position of the Three Horse Zone within the Chunma Divine Church!

At this moment, however, Surah plasma was not used while dealing with Ma Sun Yeopyeong, Cheonbi Daeju. A bluish chill forms in the palm of the music.

Gwa-ang!

The chill emanated from the grip of the music flew to Yeo-pyeong, drawing a rough line. However, Yeo-pyeong escaped the attack with ease, and the innocent tree was pulled out for no reason, and froze with a murmur. The reviews laughed wildly.

"Where's the Surah blood plasma you've been boasting about, and you've been using the half-baked Hanbingmadang! If the Heavenly Horse sees it, I can't stop lamenting it!

"You'll just avoid it like a rat! Yeo-pyung! You're afraid of your own horse!"

"What a fright! I can only yawn."

It was a comment that yawned loudly.

In fact, he was having a hard time inside. In the center, Dojun was told that he was killed by Han Bing-ma-jang, but what he learned at that time was noticeably stronger.

Bam!

After landing on the floor, Yeo-pyeong looked back.

The back was a cliff with no place to retreat.

It might have been a common cliff, but down below was the place where the spirit of the Gonryun, shaped like a giant mule, was playing.

"Wow. The rat's in the dock. Yeo-pyung! Be gentle and surrender to yourself!"

"Laughing out loud. I can't believe you asked Nobu to surrender. You've grown so strong. Do you really want to see the old man's skills?”

"Hmph! You're going to keep bluffing.”

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

A chill began to form in the hands of the rabble.

Surprised at the moment, Yeo-pyeong waved her hands.

"Come on, wait a minute!”

"Khaha! It's too late to beg now. I'll let you stay in the hospital room for about four days!"

"No, that's not it. It's not here! Behind me is now...…

Quaaaaaaang!

Yeo-pyeong tried to block the Hanbingmadang of Gwang-ak by raising his inner space.

The two forces that had clashed in the air made a roaring noise, mixing up and down, and the energy began to scatter everywhere. As the energy collides around, the landmarks can't stand the power and crumble away. It was the same with the grass behind Yeo-pyeong.

Kugugung!

The entire field with the flowers that were shining brightly collapsed.

Kugugugugung to that deep cliff! It began to roll down with a noise.

"Oh, no!"

Yeo-pyung reached out at the falling flowers, but it was already late.

Looking down at the cliff with a clear face, Yeo-pyeong flopped down on the spot. Very well aware of what those flowers are like, Yeo-pyung ripped out her white hair.

"Do you know what you've done now?"

"Hah. If you're trying to use a huff and jerk, you'd better put it away...…."

The rabble paused.

Then, he slightly approaches Yeo-pyeong's side, puts out his head and looks down. A cliff of unknown depth. The white mist is bent and hard to see. The rabble carefully turned his head toward Yeo-pyeong.

"......why, what is that?"

"That's a spirit tablet called Youngmokcho! You stupid son of a piece of shit! You blew it all up now!"

"I don't know what else. You don't know it's the spirit that's scattered all over the mountains of Gonryun.”

"You bastard! That's not a common poison! It was raised by the Heavenly Horse himself! And your man has now abandoned the Spirit of Heaven with his heart and effort."

Flinch!

Cold sweat dripped from the back of the music.

"......."

There was a moment of silence between the two, and when the gaze met, they shut their mouths.

And a sigh of relief.

Without having to talk, we could see what each other had in mind.

"Good thing."

"......."

"Even if that was raised by the Heavenly Horse, he wouldn't be here."

"......."

The rabble murmured, gazing vacantly down the cliff.

But somehow Yeo-pyeong has been quiet for some reason. Gwangak turned his head toward Yeo-pyeong in wonder, as Yeo-pyeong did not respond to his words.

"Hmm?"

a blue-faced comment

Yeo-pyung was looking back. A pout in his mouth as if he were looking at something he couldn't see.

The rabble slowly shifted its gaze. There was a man standing there.

***

Each of the three men in Naewongak had a Yongjeongcha in front of them.

Dojun gulped down a mouthful of Yongjeong tea in a luxurious tea bowl and took a good look at the well-decorated garden. The garden, which evokes an antique feeling, was enough to please the eyes.

However, Gwangak and Yeo-pyeong were fluttering their hips as if they were sitting on thorns.

Keep an eye out for Dojun. Somehow, Do-jun breathed a sigh at the sight of the two, but smiled.

"If it's the grass, don't worry about it any more. It's something that's gone by."

"...I have no face."

Two men who offer deep apologies.

Especially, the face of the music was even worse. Sometimes when Do-jun reached out to drink the Yongjeong tea he had put down, he was startled and started the game. He was afraid because he was killed by Dojun's Han Bingmadang on the fifth floor of the center.

'You remember.’

The rabble was recognizing itself. Even if Yeo-pyeong was a man of talent he had brought in, Gwang-ak was a man who had come to find Chunma on his own. Furthermore, when Dojun was a heavenly horse the other day, he had never met Kwangak. I don't know if it's in the center. Dojun tried to talk.

"Gwangak, I had killed you once. Do you remember the fact?"

"......yeah."

Dojun touched his chin. The fact that rabies has memories of past life is unquestionable. Do-jun looked at Yeo-pyeong this time. It was Yeo-pyeong's wrist, to be exact. If the forest was eroded and people were transferred to the center, Yeo-pyeong was also located in the center.

But neither Yeo-pyeong nor Gwang-ak had "Sang Sang-chang Snake."

"Maybe you also have memories of the heartland?"

"...yeah."

"Then all the others here?"

Yeo-pyung shook his head.

And he told me what he knew.

"Among those who remain in the forest, I, Gwangak, and Danggak, the owner of Sacheondangga, are the only ones who have memories of the center. When I returned to the forest from the center of the fable, I did some research and found that. The rest of us don't have any memories of the heart."

Dojun realized that the Cabinet was also living in the forest.

a wide range of music, comments, and gugak

What do the three have in common?

When Dojun was thinking for a while.

The fanatic opened his mouth carefully.

"Maybe the Heavenly Horse....”

"I'm not dead."

"...how did you get here....”

Indeed, Kwangak could have wondered.

According to them, people here have at least lost their lives in the center. There was another support to know that. There was no critical moment here now. As Dojun knows, the crane hasn't died in the center yet.

"I think I was somehow able to get here by Artifact."

When 80 percent of the level of completeness of the interpreter was filled, the rating changed from "the relics of the mind" to "the only," which gave a glimpse of some of the eroded dimensions. In addition, it was able to enter eroded dimensions. Dojun closed his eyes for a moment.

'Dead in the heart, do you return to your original world?'

If that's true, should the people here see it as 'living'?

Or should I regard it as dead? Whatever happened, what was certain was that Kwangak and Yeo-pyung were at least moving with 'self'. Not only the two, but also the people here. The difference is whether you remember what happened in the center or not.

Is this also related to what they call a king of the level?’

Dojun opened his eyes again.

He said he was definitely a king at the 'jeon' level.

Come to think of it, if the eroded planets are dying out, don't you need to say "jeon"?

Hour look.

Have a sip of tea. Yong-jung's bitter taste caressed his tongue.

Dojun emptied a cup of tea before he knew it. Yeo-pyung, who confirmed that the tea had been emptied, lifted the teapot with his two hands, and tried to pour another cup.

"No, it's all right. I'm busy, so I have to go now."

Do-joon woke up packing his briefcase he had left next to him.

I thought I should stop by the market before I go home.

Then, asked the rabble.

"...do you have anything to do?"

"Yes."

Dojun looked at the watch on his wrist.

The short hands of the clock were facing '7'.

"I have to go to work.”

Seol Yun-hee got up early today and was preparing for the morning.

Now, although Do-jun sometimes prepares breakfast, Seol Yoon-hee usually prepares breakfast on most days except when he has to go to the academy early.

"Dad's already at work...…."

When I woke up, I was not in bed. Besides, there were no briefcase and shoes.

The moment you put the completed egg soup on the table thinking that you must have come to work.

Seol Yoon-hee was able to find Do-jun entering the house.

"Huh, Father?"

"Did you wake up?"

"Didn't you go to work?”

"I'm going now."

"Good for you. Have breakfast. It'll be over in three minutes."

"Yes. Oh, let's have this as a side dish, too."

"...this?"

Dojun undid the cloth he was holding in his hand.

Then, a large rough-looking dumpling appeared.

"...what is it?"

"Dumpling."

"Hmm. It looks very unusual. Is that a hand dumpling?"

Dojun added.

"Murim dumpling."