My Dad Is Too Strong

the 15th floor of the center,

A large emoji, the size of a house, was shining in the ointment with a shank.

Im Mu-gi, the manager of the second gate to Simgye, chuckled as if he was in a good mood.

The Imoogi formed a mirror of Mana and sharpened its forehead.

The number '1' engraved on his forehead.

'This day is coming for me, too.'

Big chance to evolve into a dragon-like creature called the dominant species of the world of mind!

Originally, changing one's birth was like picking a star in the sky, but after borrowing the power of "the law of law" from Solomon, he was able to obtain a huge amount of mana, and in the next 100 years, he was going to be transformed into a dragon.

'You're so lucky to be in the line of solomon.'

What Solomon is!

The big shot who had a neck-and-neck fight with the overroad, the ruler of the world of hearts!

Very few really knew the fact.

In order to survive the "great war" that will someday take place, one had to line up well against the powerful.

In this regard, the Imugi had no choice but to think that he was really lucky.

Swoosh.

Check again the "11" drawn on the forehead at random.

a dragon's foot

In other words, I heard that dragons have a custom of ordinating with numbers engraved on their foreheads, and the Imugi, which may become a dragon in the next 100 years, drew numbers in advance.

I'd believe it's a real dragon.'

Looking at his handsome face, the Imugi smiled contentedly.

* * *

March was a busy season for the crack management department of Seoul City Hall.

In fact, there was no month that wasn't busy.

January was busy with budget execution planning, and February had continued meetings with related agencies as a new project.

As the years went by, the workload grew, and the tight schedule went on without a moment's respite, but it was a series of happy days for Crack Management Chief Kang Chul-soo.

This means that the Seoul City Hall is expanding its position.

However, this 'Academy Briefing' was a bit of a burden.

"It's all good... Why the first order?"

Seoul City Hall was also included in the annual seminar for guilds.

Originally, it was inconceivable that it would be included in the presentation until two years ago, but for some reason it was selected from last year until this year.

It wasn't a problem in itself to hold a presentation, but...

Kang Chul-soo felt a lot of pressure because the first order was the most noteworthy among the cadets.

"Don't worry, Chief, you'll be 잟잟."

Kwon Hyuk-soo's voice, which consoled the depressed Gye-jjang, was filled with self-esteem.

It is inevitable that the Seoul Metropolitan Government has grown to the point where it is now called the "five major guilds" as a joke among hunters.

The company has signed contracts with a number of Class A and Class B hunters, led by S and Cha Ye-ji.

In addition

"There's a lot of budget, and there's a lot of middle-of-the-road support. If you just appeal to them, the cadets will fall for you. The perception wasn't good until last year, but it's definitely going to be different this year."

"Yes, but... ...I'm afraid I'll make a mistake in my presentation. Hm."

It is quite difficult to make a presentation in front of hundreds of cadres.

When I get on the stage and get the eyes of the cadets, I get nervous.

In fact, Kang Chung-soo stammered heavily last year.

"Chem, Dojun."

"Yes, sir."

"I saw your presentation last year and it was pretty empty."

He meant to make an announcement instead.

"I'll do it if you don't mind."

A brief introduction to the Seoul City Hall's Equal Management Department and a presentation that is not too difficult to explain the current state of operation.

It was a rough estimate anyway, so Dojun immediately agreed.

Kang Chul-soo's face was brightened thanks to his prompt announcement.

It's like seeing a savior.

* * *

Hinta, the gatekeeper of the , left the front door wide open.

This is because the "King of the Earth," whom I met last time, said that he would come down to the 15th floor of the middle priest again at this time of the year.

It's like building a free pass zone for Dojun.

"...hm."

Look at the second gate, which is far away.

No, to be exact, the "imoogi" standing guard in front of it.

In the past, we used to come and talk to each other asking about what we've been up to, but these days, we've been annoyed by the fact that we've been acting "good-looking" a lot, so we haven't talked to each other.

'Should I tell you or not?'

As Toussitala did to himself, he wonders whether to notify him in advance of the existence of "Dojun."

Due to the nature of the "manager," it was obvious that he would treat adventurers recklessly, and if he was too mischievous, he was definitely more likely to be beaten by Do-joon.

After thinking for a while, Hinta decided to say something for the old days.

"Immunity!"

At Hinta's call, the Imugi looks this way.

The Imugi, however, soon turned his head, pretending to be nothing but himself.

Slightly upset by the obvious act of disrespect, Hinta walked to Imuku.

And when it was confirmed that he had grown up, Hinta tilted his head.

"I think you've grown a little bit, and what's the number on your forehead?"

"Hung, there's such a thing. You don't have to know anything like that."

"What? Jomuraegi? This is crazy!"

Angered by his apparent disregard, Hinta growled.

However, the weapon did not budge.

No, rather, it makes a laugh.

He rode the line of "Solomon," and after 100 years, he could be "Dragon," so Hinta seemed to be embarrassed.

"I tried to give you some advice! What a nudge!"

"I don't have any advice for you."

"...wow, it's going to spin. Yeah, that's how it comes out. I'm done, too! This is it!"

Hinta jerked around and tried to get back to his seat.

At that time, Imu-gi felt a strange smell and called up Hinta, who was about to go back to his seat.

"...Wait a minute!"

"What."

"I'll see what advice you have."

He was so high-handed, he was even angrier.

For the last time, Hinta opened his mouth, saying, "For old times' sake, I'

"In a little while the king of the earth will come. When he comes, open the door without asking or arguing. Do you understand? I'm saying this for your own sake, so be sure to keep it in mind."

"King of the Earth?"

"Yes."

"What is he doing?"

"What a man! Hide your words! Because he's a great being! I can't even deal with you."

It was delivered in a pretty serious tone, but not a grain of salt was eaten by Lee Mu-ki.

The Imugi snorted with laughter.

A great being or whatever, just an adventurer.

An adventurer won't be able to deal with himself, who will soon be a Dragon!

"Be clear."

"Yes, yes."

The Imugi answered absentmindedly, as if annoyed.

He felt that it was not worth replying to.

it was a great pity that...

* * *

The next day, Saturday lunch.

[interpretation saataraxia]

Classification: miscellaneous goods/subsidies

Dong-class: Only

Completion: 83.71%

Anti-horsepower: 10(+800)

Description: An encyclopedia of the heart compiled by Yeppikuros, a traveler in Simgye (Guhyeon). Touch the magnifying glass button on the blank page to point to the target, and the information on that target is contained on the page.(Central only) The higher the degree of completeness, the higher the anti-horsepower.

As the attack on the core gradually progressed, the proficiency of the interpreter ran smoothly toward 100 percent.

Dojun reviewed the information contained in the interpreter once again and put the interpreter in .

To welcome the weekend, Seol Yoon-hee and Byul went to a kids cafe, and Yong-yong and Carthiel remained in the house.

"Would you like to come?"

At Do-joon's recommendation, Yong-yong, who was lying on the floor, jumped up.

And Carthiel's hands, who was folding the laundry, began to speed up.

He must have been feeling quite bored.

"Okay, go out!

"I'll be ready as soon as possible, Master."

Do-jun smiled at the sight of the two men preparing to leave for the center in a hurry without hiding their joy.

Originally, I planned to go alone, but I thought I was glad to recommend it.

Soon, Yong-yong and Karsiel were ready to leave.

Scrape!

Soon, the light was wrapped around Dojun, Yongyong, and Karsiel.

The three disappeared from nowhere.

It moved to the 15th floor of the center.

Whi-ying!

The curtain fluttered as the wind came through the gap in the veranda door, which had been slightly open.

And the seedling shovels in the flowerpot on display in the veranda looked inside the empty house.

I fell into contemplation for a while.

...not taking the kids' cafe, not the center.

There is an outcast in here.

This is my conclusion.

* * *

Hinta politely opened the door for him, and Dojun greeted him and went inside.

Yong-yong followed Do-jun with a smile next to him.

Carthiel looked expressionless, but on closer look he was smiling whether he was happy.

It was then.

From afar, a husky voice comes along with a sound like something pulling the floor.

"You have come to the tomb right away, my slander."

A giant furrow says with a lisp.

a tight body

Besides, it was very long.

Is it because? He was overflowing with self-esteem.

'Hmm.'

and found the same part of the body of the Imugi, the Dojun, as the Solomon flag.

However, it was only a very small amount, and the depth of mana was immensely different, so I decided to turn off the nerves.

"I am a gatekeeper guarding the Second Gate to Simgye, for your information, I..."

The forehead showed the number '11' on the forehead.

"It's Dragon."

It's a lie mixed with a fairly feeble exaggeration, but it was clear that the adventurer in front of him would be quite afraid.

In blunt words, have you ever seen a "dragon" in front of you? Since the Imugi have never seen a dragon before, how good is it to be to be it?

However, contrary to Lee's expectations, there was silence.m. stillness.

Yong-yong blinked and stared at the weapon.

Then, Karsiel and his eyes met.

"...why, ah, no response! I'm the Dragon!"

I can't believe it.

Yong-yong, including Do-jun, became solemn.

When there was no fear or fear at all, the Imugi boosted its mana.

Kugugugung!

The space rings.

Imugi thought that the adventurer and his colleagues would not hesitate to struggle.

But he looked so fine and peaceful.

The bewildered Imugi cheered up.

At that time, Carthiel asked back gravely.

"Dragon?"

"Yes! I am the dragon! Can you see number 11 on my forehead?"

The Imoogi bluffed to the end.

It was a lie that he was a dragon, and he only drew the number 11.

However, Carthiel slowly closed his eyes.

"11... junior dragon."

"... ...a junior?"

"Since ancient times, there has been a beautiful educational culture among our dragons."

The mule frowned.

What do you mean "we"?

"It's... tradition..."

Karshiel opened his eyes again, and approached Immerse.

"You have to get hit first."

Five generations.

an end