My Dad Is Too Strong

There was basically not much food in the heart.

It was common for other layers of the core.

Monsters' meat was not decontaminated by fire or water, so it was impossible to eat except for certain few monsters, and they had to eat natural berries, bark, sap or grass.

'What's the occasion?

a plain of despair

A point called the Ark of the Stone.

Sitting on a rock structure that looked like a huge ship half way up on the ground, Impelheim, looking down at the plain, narrowed his eyes thinly.

I'm hungry. Let's have some snacks and rest.

That's a great idea!

Three residents hunting the Headless Night.

I entered the woody spot and covered it appropriately.

Each of them unpacked and began to pull something out.

I've been in Simgye for quite a while, but what I've never seen in the hands of the residents was the first time I've seen.

Was it 10 minutes?

No. As far as I remember, it was a minute.

You're both wrong! Three minutes. That way, the noodles are properly cooked. How much is this and how much do you forget?

It was 300 meters away.

Impelheim, whose sensory domain was maximized, saw clearly what they were holding.

What the residents brought with them. Of course, Impelheim, who didn't know Hangul, was frustrated. Anyway, they opened half the lid of the bowl noodle, poured hot water, and then closed it again.

There we go. Three minutes!

After some time, the residents opened the lid of the bowl.

The hot steam is rising up. And open the disposable wooden chopsticks and slurp! It started to eatin'.

It's delicious! It's really delicious!

Meat is really the best.

a gulp

Imfelheim swallowed his saliva as he watched the residents eat meat.

For the residents of Simgye, the ceremony was just for filling their hunger. The food here was really bad. In addition, the bodies of those who lived in the world of the mind were far beyond the criminal's, so they did not feel hungry.

Where the hell do they get that stuff?'

Once in a while, as you stroll through the heartstrings.

Some of the residents could be spotted eating those mysterious foods.

Imfelheim was not very interested in food, but in his mind the three words of curiosity were gradually rising.

***

"Chee..."

Kiriel's mouth pouting and crying.

Kiriel, who was writing a letter of apology in a single room in a thatched cottage, let go of his pen and lay down on the floor. This is all because of that damn dragon kid. He sighs deeply, thinking that this would not have happened if he hadn't been acting up to himself without being afraid.

"So who told you to break the wall?"

The crane kicked its tongue as if it was pathetic.

According to the story, he broke the wall of Changsin Villa, where Dojun lived, while fighting with Hakase. Of course, it wasn't intentional, but Do-joon didn't look good anyway, and each of them ended up with 100 letters of apology. The deadline is this week.

"I could help you a little."

"What?"

"How to write a letter of apology."

Kiriel looked dumbfounded at the remark.

"You don't know much, do you know how long this body's written apology?"

"It'll only be less than a year."

"Go-O-O-Jak?"

"Isn't that the level of a sun chick?"

The critical mass laughed.

The days of the Heavenly Horse Divine in the Middle East.

There were days when I wrote a letter of apology.

Grinding ink with a inkstone and filling each syllable with a brush were really hard work.

It's much better to train several times.

I didn't do anything to get out of Dojun's eyes now.

In the past, the crane held the brush so much that it had more calluses on the fingers than the sword.

"I could teach you how to write a reflection quickly."

"......really?"

Curious Kiriel sprang up his upper body.

"If you help me during my vacation instead."

"No."

"Why."

"This body was too lazy to work in a cart bar, so I came down to Simgye. Cooking, cleaning the table, washing the dishes, it doesn't mean a vacation."

Originally, Wi Joong-ki was intended to stay calm by building a thatched cottage on Yeongnyunsan Mountain.

It was not possible because of the recent rush of residents looking for food on Earth.

Of course, if you moved your home without anyone knowing, or if you put a stake in it because you no longer serve food, you might not have done such a troublesome job. However, the number of 'purple stones' brought by the residents of Simgye was enormous, so I planned to continue for a while.

Because of that, my skills have been increasing day by day.

"The crane. Table three, two rows of kimbap.""

"Yes."

Kiriel was eagerly taking orders, wearing an apron, the work clothes of a cart bar.

"Promise must be kept. Okay?"

"Don't worry. Did you see me lying?"

"Well."

Did 100 letters of apology really burden you?

Kieriel was dazzled by 'how to write a letter of reflection quickly' and eventually lent his hand to the Wei Zhonggi.

"Hello! Boss!"

A woman with dark skin and sharp ears greeted me happily.

There were various tribes living in Simgye, a tribe called Dark Elf, which was based in the "Death Forest" in the north.

Wi Joong-ki greeted her with a smile.

"I'll give you the credit I was behind last time."

Dark Elf took 3,000 purple stones out of a skilled stone pouch.

"And..."

Would you like your salad wrapped?"

"Yes!"

The Dark Elves especially liked salads.

Among them, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, young leaves, and tofu were the most preferred, and once every 10 days, they came down from the far "Forest of Death" and packed many salads at once.

"You get all these fresh vegetables from Earth, right?"

"Yes."

The fact that the crane airlifted the ingredients from the earth.

Most of the guests who came to his restaurant knew.

I'm thinking about going to Earth and getting food ingredients myself.

It was hard to get Jeoni's book.

Above all, the perception that the earth is a much more dangerous place than the world of the heart is being established without realizing it, so most residents could not even think about it.

"I envy you. If I were a ranker, I could have challenged Earth once. Oh, come to think of it, the boss is close to the king of the earth..."

"I was one of his disciples."

"Aha!"

Clap clap clap!

Start making salad right away.

The lid of the "Balsamic Dressing" barrel obtained from the mart was opened a little and threw over the vegetables.

Dark Elf smiled, looking at the process with his eyes.

"I've given you plenty."

Serve tofu salad in a large packing container.

Dark Elf smiled broadly and bowed his head.

"Thank you!"

***

Dark Elf bought a salad and was happily returning to the Forest of Death.

Salad costs 1,000 purple stones.

After I paid the bill, I had to pay again because I didn't have a stone.

I had no regrets at all when I thought of going back home and eating a delicious salad.

For Dark Elf who lived meaninglessly day by day, salad became a joy of life.

'Huh?

I could see a shadow flying in from afar.

Dark Elf was a little nervous and activated the skill.

Soon her eyes turned red, and she could identify the shadow.

'Lee, Impelheim!' one of the greatest minds of the present.

Impelheim, the most powerful of the Transcendental Seats, was flying here at an alarming rate. Dark Elf's complexion faltered and pale. Because she couldn't handle Imfelheim, not even a ranker.

"Please just pass by...….'

But her wind was shattered and broken.

The flying shadow landed in front of her soon.

Thick.

Impelheim walked to her.

She now shut her eyes tightly, thinking she was wrong.

The moment you think you're about to lose your voice, and it's going to be Imfelheim.

"I have a question."

"......yes?"

Dark Elf opened his eyes.

Impelheim pointed to the container in her hand.

"Where did it come from?"

A transparent packing container full of salad.

Dark Elf realized that Imfelheim had no specific intention of killing.

"Hey, this is what I bought."

"So. I'm asking where you got it."

"Cho, the Transcendental Wei Zhongki is selling...…."

"The critical period?"

"......yes."

"What kind of food do they sell?"

"I remember exactly......... But a lot of people eat cup noodles and gimbap together. They say the combination is good."

"I see."

Bang!

Impelheim hit the ground.

Dark Elf hoped nothing would happen.

After a day's business, Wei Zhongki and Kiriel were sitting on a plain in the yard.

Two people sitting face to face with 100 sheets of clean A4 paper. In return for Kiriel's labor, Wi Joong-ki decided to teach him how to write a letter of apology quickly.

"First of all..."

The moment the crane spouted out its words.

A huge energy was felt at the entrance of Yeongnyunsan Mountain.

The energy began to approach this way at a rapid pace.

Surprised by that, the two men rose from their seats and stood ready for battle.

Bang!

A shadow landed in the meadow.

And the crane and Kiriel, who identified the opponent, stretched out their weapons.

"Impeelheim. What are you doing here?"

Imfelheim was a man who only aimed to be strong by searching for Simgye's "troubles." It was the same transcendental seat, but the enemy facing it was a finger.

"I heard they sell food."

"Oh, it is. Do you want to try it too?"

"I just wonder what the food is like. Nothing more, nothing less."

You're long on saying, "I want to eat.""

"......I heard that the combination of cup noodles and gimbap is good."

The crane sneered into the kitchen.

Fortunately, I realized I didn't mean to fight.

***

Cup noodles and kimbap were delicious.

Impelheim continued to admire him.

It was never expressed outwardly. It hurt my pride.

"If you're finished, go now. This body needs to learn how to write a letter of apology to the Wei Zhonggi quickly."

"What's a reflection?"

Kiriel explained the letter of apology.

Then, Imfelheim frowned.

"It's pathetic of me to offer it to the King of the Earth."

He would have killed the king of the earth at once.

How dare you make Transcendental seat such a "defeat" on the subject of human beings on Earth?

But it was none of my business.

"......huh? Impelheim."

The Wei Zhonggi called Imfelheim, who was about to leave his seat.

Then the heavy machine pointed to a coated paper, which was worn like a bracelet on the wrist of Imfelheim.

( [, ᄃ, ᄅ, ᄅ, ᄆ, ..., ......)....] It was definitely a Korean consonant.

"What's that?"

"This is a talisman."

"Bugger?"

Imfelheim explained to the Wei Zhonggi about the amulet.

He predicted that he would die within three years.

Strangely enough, the talisman has changed so that he will never die within three years.

The crane scratched the head.

I decided not to say that that is Hangul.