My Dad Is Too Strong

Simgye, Yeongryunsan.

The crane pressed down on its forehead and looked at the residents of Simgye, who were settling in the yard. Today is the day to hold an event for the residents of Simgye to sell Korean food for 500 sweet money and skilled stones. The reason why such an event was held was none other than because the residents petitioned earnestly.

Please! Please lower the price!

In the beginning, Korean food was bought from the earth to eat alone. As word of mouth spread, the residents of Simgye came to the thatched cottage of Wei Zhonggi, and more and more people came to the restaurant, saying they wanted to taste the food.

Raise the price of food to 10,000 proficiency stones. So you're going to buy it'

As Kiriel advised, raising the price of food to a ridiculous price made it slow, and the residents thought they had given up, but they went hunting for skilled stones on the plains of despair. And a month later, residents came in groups to ask for a lower price for food, judging that it was difficult to collect 10,000.

"Ha..."

With a deep sigh, the Wei Zhonggi began to take the surging orders. The most popular menu was ramen. Simgye residents were distracted by the strong MSG flavor of the instant noodle soup. In addition, they ordered additional kimbap and kimchi, and they devoured it very greedily, so the other residents who were watching ordered the same menu.

Boiling, bubbling.

Watching the ramen noodles boiling in the pot, I pondered how the critical mass came to this point.

Before I knew it, I put the finished ramen in a bowl for one person and put it on the waiting list.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

The residents smacked their lips with exclamations. They picked up the fork handed out by the Wei Zhonggi and began to slurp the noodles. Some of them used chopsticks, which were very popular among the residents.

"Oh, my God! You use chopsticks, don't you?"

"That guy, that's great. When did he practice like that?"

The crane shook its head.

***

"Hahahahahaha!"

The criticality faced another problem.

It was, "Drinking." This drink makes me feel good after one drink, and my body is hot after two drinks. Three glasses make me feel like I'm floating. It was called 'drinking' in Korea.

"One more bottle of soju, please!"

"500 soju, right? Hahaha!"

"Drink, drink! We're having an event today!"

Near Changshin Villa, Mart.

It's on sale! One fresh mackerel for 1,500 won!

Dojun was now at the mart.

As I entered the entrance dragging a shopping cart, I found a corner selling fresh vegetables. Wi Joong-ki looked around with exclamations of admiration, as if the Korean mart was quite amazing. Dojun is in a supermarket in shorts and slippers.

Yong-yong was in the hoodie's hat.

"......so, how much is it for one ramen?"

"Skilled 500 stones. Oh, it comes out in purple, the highest grade in the world of Simgye. I'll give it to you if you need it."

according to the words of the critical period

The residents of Simgye are said to be distracted by Korean food.

In particular, the addition of a lot of MSG was even more crazy, and recently, it has even begun to expand its reach to alcohol, so it was a pity.

"It's all right."

Dojun shook his head.

Proficiency stones were certainly of excellent utility.

For example, it could have been used by the Treasure Goblin Company, or it could have been paid the skilled stone free of charge to augment the power of hunters in Behimos or Icarus. But, in other words, it was just him. Dojun has it, but he doesn't have it.

"May I use it, then?""

"Isn't the stone yours in the first place?"

"But the ingredients are given by Heaven, so...…."

Dojun shrugged, dragged the cart and began to pack groceries.

***

Meanwhile, the central fourth floor.

It had already been more than 15 days since Bechimos made the dive.

This place, so-called seongye, was literally a world of fresh people.

Coming to the fourth floor, Behimos' teachers were Goeson and Choyangun, one of Behimos' teachers was Goeson and Choyangun.

"Puha."

A trio who continued to receive training in Taoism at the Hallymwon.

The uniforms they were wearing were literally soaked with sweat.

At first, Cho Yang-woon did not like Behimos, but as they came from Earth and said they were acquainted with Do-jun, their attitudes quickly changed and became very passionate about teaching Behimos.

"The old man's strength is good, too."

Ryu Jun-yeol gasped as he lay on the floor. And others nodded and sighed as if they were in agreement. Like all the gods here, they were all gray-haired old men, but their physical strength was incomparable to what was happening in English.

"What do you mean that the Lord Commander was a teacher of the Heavenly Sun?"

Lee Kang-hyun was lost in thought as he looked at the ceiling.

The celestial line that Cho Yang-woon calls was the founder of the art worshipped by teenage gods.

Such a heavenly teacher is likely to be a person hundreds of years, or perhaps thousands of years ago.

However, Dojun was a young man who was born in Korea, turning 27 soon.

Lee Kang-hyun said, "The days I spent with Do-joon.

Like a lantern, it passed through my mind.

I'm Lee Do-joon, the officer in charge of crack management at the Seoul City Hall.

From the first time, when I first met him.

Instinctively, this person was thought to be a different person in the orbit from others.

There was a strong feeling that the measure of power was so far removed from the general public that it was impossible to measure. Sometimes, is he really human? There was also suspicion.

'Why haven't we known for the last 10 years?'

Ten years ago, there was a crack.

Through the crack, monsters poured into the earth.

At the same time, people were given a status window, and a small number of people were awakened.

At that time, Do-joon would have awakened, too. Or maybe after that.

'Anyway, a man of that power should have come to the surface earlier.'

but

Why not 10 years later?

'It's full of questions.'

Everything related to Dojun.

'Furthermore, a teacher of the skyline.'

Is he really human?

Maybe it's a higher race than the dragon or any other human being.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be impossible to travel leisurely around each floor of the center, which is extremely difficult to find and deliver.

'......but'

There was something else that really didn't make sense.

Last time, two dragons I saw when I went to Dojun's house.

Their foreheads were written with numbers indicating the rank, which were number one and number nine, respectively.

A ring.

Lee Kang-hyun opened the bulletin board.

Thousands of posts were uploaded there every day.

Among them, I looked through the posts that had been bookmarked.

the history of the world of mind written by an anonymous person

'Overload.''

A title referring to the Lord of Dragons, once the greatest of the world.

And the Roadran of the Dragons was Isaas, the No. 1 Dragon.

A man who ended the Great War with overwhelming force and took the throne when the Great War took place.

'What the hell....'

Dojun introduced such an overload as a pet.

According to those who wrote on the bulletin board, Overload is currently missing.

It was concluded that if Overload appeared again on the seams, everyone would have to kneel under his feet.

"How strong is the Chief of Staff?"

Lee Kang-hyun gulped down his saliva.

***

It's been an hour since I went grocery shopping.

Ten carts of meat, fish, vegetables, processed goods, and liquor were enough, and the cashier was surprised and began to bar-code one by one.

And by the time the amount was already over 1 million won, the Wei Zhonggi was conscious of Dojun.

According to Kiriel, his daily wage was 50,000 won.

The amount calculated now is well over 20 times the amount per day.

"Don't worry."

Did he notice the intentions of such a critical period?

Dojun grinned and held out his card to the cashier.

I had plenty of money. In addition, there were many ways to save money even though it was low. Dojun was just thankful that the critical mass came like this.

"......thank you."

then

Peeking.

Yong-yong is looking at Do-jun's sense of talking to the crane.

In the cart I'm still paying for, I put the ice cream I brought in secretly.

As if nothing had happened, I was about to go past Dojun's feet and get out of the counter.

at a pinch

Do-joon and his eyes meet.

.......

"......."

Should I take it to the road?

Yong-yong grabbed Do-jun's pants with his eyes twinkling.

"If you're going to live, you're going to buy someone else's share."

In Dojun's words.

Yong-yong ran quickly to the ice cream corner with a big smile.

And the heavy machine watching the scene said with mixed feelings.

"That's the old overload....... I can't believe it."

"You're so cute."

Dojun giggled and walked one step forward, following the cashier's guidance.

The crane looked at Dojun's back.

Is there anyone else in the world besides Dojun who can say Overload is cute? I thought.

The day the event was held again.

The yard was crowded with residents who couldn't eat Korean food last time and guests who visited again without forgetting the taste. Collecting 500 skilled stones is not an easy task, but guests seem to have been staying on the plains of despair all day long to taste the food.

"Oh, of course Imfelheim wins."

"Kidding? It's definitely Baal! Who can withstand the power of the Devil King?"

"Then do you want to bet? When they go to war, the rankings will be decided again. I bet 500 skilled stones on Impelheim."

"I got 1,000!"

A moderate supply of wine with food began to make a sudden bet for the drunken guests. The other guests who were nearby participated in the bet one by one, and the atmosphere was ripe.

"Huh, if they had overloaded, they wouldn't even be able to give out their business cards."

At someone's words, most of them nodded yes.

But isn't it the present that matters? It was Baal and Imfelheim that had a direct impact on the residents of the world of Simgye, where Overload was vacant.

"Staff!"

To the Wei Zhonggi who was making gimbap.

Murmoo came running with a gallop.

"What's wrong?"

"Now I'm making an interesting bet! Which is stronger, Baal or Impelheim? I bet on Imfelheim anyway, why don't you join?"

guests engaged in desk-top arguments on the table

Wi Joong-ki recalled Dojun on Earth, and soon replied, "I'm not interested."

"Tell him to finish his meal, not to waste his breath."