My Dad Is Too Strong

Transcendental seat, Kiriel has been in a bad mood lately.

His own alter ego and main body, the bow, was robbed by the king of the earth.

Kieriel, who was alone, disheveled his head and sighed.

Wi Joong-ki decided to give his own advice, perhaps because he cared about Kiriel.

"Why don't you ask him to turn it around?"

"Crazy! You want me to see him again!"

"Why not meet?"

Kiriel bit his nails and shook his legs.

In fact, it was also a wonder that he came back alive.

The king of the earth was at an unimaginable height.

Besides, it was something only he and Hijung-ki knew.

"Not wrong. I'm sure I'll die if I go up to Earth."

"When did you say you would become the king of the earth? I told you it was the head of a snake rather than the tail of a dragon."

"Da, shut up! Who knew the earth was a dragon!"

The crane grinned.

"Think about it, anyway."

***

There is something called a line.

It is in line with the term "linkage" commonly used in society.

It usually has a profound effect on promotion in the workplace or on winning in politics.

Naturally, the word "line" was indispensable in the Korean Hunter community.

"These third graders seem very busy these days."

A third-grade cadet who is buzzing about looking at the guild recruitments posted on the bulletin board.

In the heat, Seol Yoon-hee, who was passing through the corridor, paused for a moment and muttered.

guild open recruitment season

Third-year students at Hunter Academy were about to graduate.

Half a year from now, they will graduate from the academy and go on to society.

Yes, it meant becoming a formal hunter.

Beyond his status as an Academy student, Hunter's administration will be given a Hunter ID card and given a rating that matches his or her grades, most importantly, the process of joining the guild.

"It's better to enter the middle guild, if not the four guilds."

Four guilds representing Korea.

Bechimos, Icarus, Phoenix, Messiah.

Four guilds, so-called, among hunters.

Getting in there alone was a great place in society.

Since entering the middle-aged guild alone has tremendous benefits in various service fields, third-year cadets who are about to graduate were eager to enter the middle-aged guild or higher.

"Seo Jin-su, I envy you. He's the second son of a popular group chairman."

"What does that have to do with this?"

"You have a wide network. So we can just get into the four guilds?"

Chung Hye-jung asked as if she was right.

Seo Jin-soo laughed as if he was dumbfounded.

Of course, Jung Hye-jung's words were not completely wrong, but it was possible only when her grades supported her.

"G.I. Group is the Messiah line, right?"

"Well... ...yes."

"Then you'll be in the Messiah Guild later, right?"

"I'd like to enter the Bechimos Guild."

"You idiot. Why would you let me take you in the Bechimos guild?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

The Bechimos guild had only three guild members.

Hunter ranking first, second, and third. The place where the three brightest stars in Korea gathered.

And for 10 years the ranking remained unchanged, and there was no new guild member ever.

Seo was well aware of the fact, so it was only wishful thinking to enter the Behimos Guild, not seriously.

"I envy you anyway. I and Yoonhee need to get through with their skills."

"Then you're the daughter of the First Dortrune's boss! sponsored by the phoenix guild I guess it's not hard for you to get into the four guilds."

Seo Jin-soo and Jung Hye-jung were so-called golden spoons.

GI Group, Korea's fourth-largest conglomerate, and Cheil Industries, one of the three major workshops in Korea.

Jeil Dortrune had a win-win relationship with the phoenix guild, but in fact, Jeong Hye-jeong wanted to join the Icarus guild.

"By the way, it's finally next month."

"What."

"The Swordsman. You know the third-grade cadets."

"Oh. Right."

a swordsmith()

With a festival called the Flower of the Hunter Academy.

All the third-year cadets said they would participate in the bimoo competition.

The swordsmith who competes in a one-on-one tournament.

Various high-ranking officials and guild officials will participate.

At this time, it was an opportunity for them to stand out and be selected for guilds.

"Crazy. Senior year students must be really nervous."

"I know. It's all the rage this year. It's a business card that recognizes you when you say you're from the ranking of swordsmanship. Anyway, I want to participate as soon as possible."

Swoosh, uh,

Seo glanced at Seol Yoon-hee, who was absent-minded.

She used to be lost in thought by touching her lips from time to time.

The look is so noble that I can look at it with a rapturous spirit.

What the hell is he thinking like that?

'What shall we have for dinner tonight?'

It was a housewife's everyday agony.

***

the Crack Management Division of Seoul City Hall

There were two men in the conference room set up in the office.

It was Kang Chul-soo and Kwon Hyuk-soo.

This week has been a maddening series of meetings and meetings.

This is because it is one of the semi-annual tasks of crack exploration.

"I bought a lunch box."

Dojun came in after opening the glass conference room door.

Originally, most people went out for lunch or ate in the cafeteria.

I was busy this week, so I kept eating with my lunchbox.

"Thank you every time."

Kang Chul-soo is showing signs of sorry.

I got a lunch box from Dojun.

It was okay for him to buy a lunch box, but Do-joon was forced to go out, saying that this was what the youngest did.

"Thank you, Mr. Dojun."

Do-jun smiled and handed Kwon Hyuk-soo a lunch box.

"Phew. But I'll be fine in the second half of this year. We have four Class A hunters."

Three members of the Mezai guild.

And Cha Ye-ji, who rose from grade F to grade A.

Actually, it was too much to have an A-class hunter.

With four people, things went so smoothly.

"Thanks to all of you."

"No, thanks to your help and the chief."

"Hey, you're only a ninth-grade man, but if you hadn't been promoted to seniority, you'd have been a section chief."

Dojun's achievements were enormous.

No matter where you look at the crack management department of local governments across the countrywide.

I don't even have a contract with a B-hunter.

Seoul City Hall alone had four Class A hunters.

The ball, of course, was all built by Dojun.

"Don't go anywhere else. Huh? We're working together for the rest of our lives."

As Kang muttered uneasily, Dojun smiled and nodded.

"Oh, right. I've come down with an official document to observe the Sword Festival. Dojun, you go this year. Hyuksoo and I have been there once. Don't you think you should experience it?"

"Detective?"

Dojun asked as if he didn't know.

Kwon Hyuk-soo, who was next to him, explained about the swordsmanship.

It's like a martial arts competition for third graders at the Hunter Academy.

Only then did Do-joon nod as if he understood.

"It would be better if you went and found someone who could sign with our department."

Do-jun smiled.

***

There were four Class A hunters.

In fact, it was difficult for three officials to investigate all of the more than 200 cracks.

According to the Crack Management Act and the Hunter Administration's guidelines, local governments that manage cracks had to conduct a full annual survey and report on the cracks.

When this season came, the staff of the crack exploration industry was always in the throes of death.

"Because I'm short of hands. I think I can finish the work quickly if you help me......... but it's absolutely not mandatory."

Ten S-class hunters gathered in the conference room of the Hunter Administration Bureau.

The S-class hunters scanned the handouts given out by Dojun.

More than 200 cracks managed by the crack management department of Seoul City Hall.

Dojun assigned them 10 cracks per person.

The table contained a list of cracks that each should investigate.

a gulp

Class S hunters swallow dry saliva.

Do-jun's eyes were on the handout, then he looked again at the handout.

"Then take your time, and if you're interested, please text me. As much as you worked hard, I'll pay you. Thank you."

They are not hunters contracted by the Seoul City Hall.

So, the hunters who helped investigate the entire crack were planning to buy and distribute their usable artifacts from the Treasure Goblin Company.

in a burst

Dojun left the conference room.

The relaxed positions of S-class hunters have been relaxed.

They knew.

Dojun must be sincere that he said, 'It's not compulsory.'

Whether you do it or not, there will be no disadvantages at all.

But this was an opportunity for anyone to see.

'You must do it unconditionally.'

Lee Kang-hyun, a swordsman.

He recalled when he went to Dojun's house two weeks ago.

The sight of two dragons sleeping on the sofa.

'I was mistaken.'

at first

I thought Do-jun's strength was about two to three times stronger than himself.

But now I'm definitely realizing it.

It's not only 2-3 times.

To be in such a position that one cannot dare look.

then

Someone muttered.

It was Han Min-ji.

"......this. It's a good chance, right?"

Even if you don't say anything behind the scenes.

Everyone could understand.

Get a score from Dojun.

Very, very good chance.

There was a smile on the lips of all S-hunters.

***

"I've decided."

Kiriel got up, shaking the sand off his pants.

In fact, Kiriel sat down for over an hour. I've been getting up.

As if he was not interested anymore, he did not take his eyes off the book.

"The critical period. Lend me a copy of the preceding book."

"A piece of artifact on one page. Panda."

"What? Do you have any colleagues like this?"

"I thought you gave me one last time for free."

That was the right thing to do.

However, Kiriel did not have any artifacts in his hands.

Kiriel, who had to recapture something somehow, was well aware that he had no more choice.

"I'll save you when I get back. I need to find a bow first."

"Okay. For your information, make sure you make a clean prayer. I'll never touch the earth again. So just give me the bow."

The crane stuck out a chapter of transference.

Kiriel, who took Jeon's book, looked at it for a long time.

Would he really be able to get his bow back if he went back to Earth?

Maybe I could die if I go up there for no reason.

"I'll be right back."

"Yes. Be careful."

***

After 20 minutes

It's a piece of cake!

The crane that was handing over the bookcase stopped its hand.

A huge crack was created in front of the dimly dimly darkened world, the library of whole grains.

It is a level crack produced by .

Who is it?

No one's coming here at this hour.

However, the image of the man in the crack.

The crane's eyes were wide open.

"Kiriel. Why are you already here? What about the bow?"

Kiriel began to explain the whole story.

"The king of the earth is working overtime and it's hard to come home now, he told me to come next time."

"Who?"

"The girl who lives with him told me."

The crane pressed down on its throbbing forehead with its finger.

Kiriel said in a serious tone, with his chin in his mouth.

"Working overtime.... ...it's a scary guy. He's the one who makes the king of the earth difficult."