My Dad Is Too Strong

Saturday morning.

Dojun was usually very simple when he went to the center to do business. Entering an unparalleled transcendental body, Do-jun did not feel thirst or hunger without drinking water or food, and only took one space tab needed to write a book of attacks.

Seol Yoon-hee was also aware of the fact, but it was also true that she was not comfortable.

"Oh, Father. Could you wait for 30 minutes?"

Seol Yoon-hee, who woke up late, approached carefully and asked.

She's just about to leave for the center, holding onto Do-jun's skirt.

Do you have anything to say?

When I asked why,

"I just wanted to pack you something to eat......... my father is having a hard time, and I thought I might be disqualified as a housewife for being at home alone......"

Honestly, I liked it.

Given her concern, waiting is the right thing to do.

Dojun has not read the morning paper yet, so he decided to wait while watching it.

The kitchen was busy.

She was preparing gimbap as a snack.

Dojun briefly lowered the newspaper and looked toward the kitchen.

The insides of gimbap varied. There was one roll of all kinds of kimbap you can see at the franchise gimbap store, which had a total of more than 10 lines. By the end of the half-hour she had promised, she looked at her watch and put a line of kimbap in the lunchbox, and a total of five copies were completed.

"I'm relieved at this is a relief."

"......."

Dojun scratched his head while watching 10 rows of gimbap.

'There are so many.'

Anyway, I pack my lunch in my bag.

***

Walking is a word that refers to the act of taking a rest or walking slowly while looking at the surrounding scenery for health. For someone, it could be a park, a mountain in the back of the house, or a playground in a school. In any case, a light-hearted, care-free shooting place is thought to be a prerequisite for a walkway.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

[How dare you wake me up without fear!]]

A fiery skeleton soldier wearing a harness wakes up from his grave.

Death Night.

It's an ordeal sleeping on the 10th floor of the center.

The difficulty was as dangerous as the trials of the mind.

The most difficult ordeal on the 10th floor of the center, where someone risked his life to challenge.

But for Dojun, it was just one of countless stones on the trail.

"......."

Dojun unfolded a feeling to gauge the level of Death Night.

Given Behimos' growth and speed of attack, an internal review is being made to see if they will have enough power to kill Death Knight by the time they reach the 10th floor of the center.

'I can't do this.'

Count the number of cases at a moment's notice.

It was not enough for Bechimos to overcome the ordeal of that Death Night.

In this case, Dojun tends to remove impossible elements.

Swoosh.

Take out the Heavenly Horse Sword.

A weapon that has not yet been energized, leaving only a handle without a sword.

Dojun tried to operate the Chunma Mind Method, but soon shook his head and gathered the Chunma Sword back in his arms.

Pavabababak!

Tens of thousands of strands of prosecutors scattered from Dojun's hands began pouring down from the sky like a heavy rain. In the past, it was a technology created by Dojun himself by borrowing and derived from the "Mancheonhwawu" technology that came down from Sacheondangga to Dokmunmugong. If the Sichuan fire of Sacheondangga was to scatter the memory, Dojun's inner space was to be expressed with tens of thousands of swords, causing a black shower. If you look at Sacheondang Street, it was almost as dark as the back of the neck.

[Defeated Death Knight!]

[Unbelievable achievement!]

Death Night, which was crushed to bits and pieces.

Fire was still blazing in the bone dust. After pocketing the rewards of the Hidden Peace, Dojun took out the space tab and began to take a leisurely stroll.

Meanwhile, the heart system.

The critical period was simply a busy day by day.

It was because the residents of Shimgye, who had been unable to eat Earth's food because they stayed at the residence of Cho Yang-woon for a few days after the conclusion of the battle with Gwangak, flocked to hear that the critical period had returned.

"Mr. President! Fried rice here! I brought a lot of skilled stones. Hehe."

"No, let's keep the order. I've seen you cut in line, what are you doing?"

"Get out of my way! I've been trying to eat this for two months!"

The word "human injury" was perfect.

a veritable mess in the front yard of a complete mess

'I'll probably be back after a few more days of rest.'

The critical period was in the midst of sincere regret.

But then, a shadow was captured in the eye of the crane.

A man poking his head out from behind a large tree planted in the yard.

He was obviously Impelheim, though so brilliantly concealed his presence that others could not see.

'What are you doing?'

When the eyes met,

Yuck!

I turned my head as if nothing had happened.

Soon the shadow of Imfelheim disappeared. Wi Joong-ki was busy beating out customers for four hours, and when he came to his senses, the kimbap sold out.

***

The Wei Zhonggi was practicing the first herbicide of the Guchon Magum. Last time, after the battle with Gwangak, he felt that he was lacking in skills, he went on to pursue the discipline of swordsmanship. The sword moves where his hand goes. The knot on the handle also swung along.

Pavat!

There were a total of nine herbivores in the Guchon Magum.

The first herbivore, the first of its kind, is the wall force island.

The key to this herbivore's significance was to control its power with extreme delicacy. However, the more I dug into the script of the herbivore, the more I felt like I was in distress, and I could not escape the feeling of being blocked by the wall.

'......ha.'

The Wei Zhonggi paused his training with a short sigh.

It was partly due to the lack of discipline, but the biggest reason was none other than Impelheim.

Hiding his presence and glancing behind the tree was like a dog in need of poop.

"In the world where I was, it is a great impolite to peep at others' training."

Intentionally speaking loudly so that Impelheim can hear.

Imfelheim, who thought he was perfectly hiding, showed up when he realized he had been caught.

"Mi, I'm sorry."

He cleared his throat with a hush, then trudged along and sat on the floor.

I picked up a pair of glasses next to the floor and looked at the options. It was a relic-like artifact.

"What is this?"

"Oh, that's an artifact Murmu gave me instead of kimbap."

"Hm, hm. I see......... I don't know what makes you pay for this precious artifact."

The eye of the winner is.

It was an artifact that showed one's chances of winning when competing against the other when wearing it.

Everyone had only one life, so the artist's eye for this matchmaker was worth most adventurers' covets.

"Did the kimbap taste bad?"

"Well, he, he is. It would be better to chew the guinea."

The guineas were edible grass growing on the heart system.

"......."

"Hmm. So......... I'll have to try the gimbap again. "It's hard to tell if you've eaten something once..."

"That's going to be a little hard."

Flinching.

"Why! Sue, I'll give you a skill stone! How many blood do you need?"

Impelheim was so embarrassed that he stammered.

"It's not a matter of stones, it's out of ingredients. I can't sell even if you give me 100 million. Because there isn't."

Pudduck!

Impelheim clenched his fist.

"You pigs......... eat it all?'

If I could, I'd like to squeeze everyone in.

However, it was not possible to do so because it would have been a disgrace if it became known that he could not eat gimbap. Imfelheim bit his lips well.

"Chet."

"Did you want to eat?"

"Not at all."

The crane narrowed its eyes.

Impelheim was in tears, and he seemed disappointed at all.

"The crane. By the way, can I borrow this?"

He speaks wearing glasses, the eye of the matchmaker.

"Yes. It's precious, so use it carefully and return it."

Imfelheim stopped by the tenth floor of the center.

In the past, the ordeal that failed once when coming down the floor.

I'm here to take Death Knight down. However, Imfelheim did not intend to attack recklessly.

After calculating the odds of winning through 'the eye of the champion', he planned to challenge the ordeal.

What is it?

But Death Night is nowhere to be found.

However, there was only bone powder burning at the site of the ordeal.

Did someone kill him or something? I thought about it, but soon shook my head.

Death Night was never enough for an adventurer on the 10th floor of the center to kill.

then

Imfelheim is not far away.

I could see a man sitting on the floor with a cloth spread out and eating something.

I would have casually passed by thinking that I would be just one of the adventurers, but I couldn't now.

'Well, that's!'

What was in the man's hand was kimbap.

It's not just one line, but 10 lines of gimbap!

Impelheim swallowed his saliva, and took a leap to the man.

Bam!

"Oh, hello?"

The man was, of course, Dojun.

Dojun came up to him and saw Impehaim saying hello.

He accepted my greeting with a smile.

"Yes. Hello."

"Well, you know......... what you're eating...…."

"Gimbap."

"Uh, yeah. Gimbap."

a gulp

Impelheim stole saliva flowing down his mouth with the back of his hand.

"My, I love gimbap. So what I'm trying to say is...…."

"Would you like to join us? It's too much for me to eat alone."

He laughs at Dojun's suggestion.

"Well, is that true?"

"Yes. Stir here...You can't use the...lock. I'll give you a wet tissue, wash your hands and eat it."

Dojun looked at the paper wrapped around Imfelheim's wrist.

Somehow there was a consonant written on it. When I thought about whether he was a student of the Korean language class run by Kiriel, I laughed.

"Yes."

Impelheim wiped his hands with a tissue.

And I lifted a pork cutlet kimbap and put it in my mouth.

Impeelheim's eyes widened at the moment.

"... ...delicious. It's really good. This is much more delicious than the stomach gimbap! No comparison!"

Do-jun smiled.

Anyways. Seol Yoon-hee said gimbap.

Her cooking was the best limited to home-cooked meals.

***

There is a saying that there is no regret in death.

Imfelheim's current situation just matched that.

With a really happy smile, I even shed tears.

"......thank you very much. Adventurer."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I'd like to repay you, but you don't know, but I'm actually the strongest in the world."

"Oh, I see."

"My name is Impelheim. You know, right? You've probably heard of it."

Dojun nodded.

I wasn't really interested, actually.

Don't you think you should at least respond to people's being said?

"Can I help you with your adventure?"

"No, it's okay. I can do it alone."

Impelheim searched for something to give him.

Then, he took 'the eye of the champion' out of his pocket.

"I'll lend you this. This is a very useful artifact. If you wear this and look at the other person, you can see the odds. I'll wear it like this and wear glasses.

I look at Dojun.

"......you see, you probably get a 100 percent win rate, but you're the other......... eh?"

It says there's no chance of winning.

Not 50 percent, not 10 percent, not 1 percent.

Zero percent.

"What is it, this."

Imfelheim took off his glasses and rewrote them.

But the result was the same.

"......sorry, it must be defective. I'll give you something else instead. This isn't lending, it's just giving."

Imfelheim handed over some of Simgye's relics.

"Hey! The crane!"

Somehow, the whimpering impelheim.

The crane stopped training and sighed deeply.

"What'sir.

"This! You, Murmou, seem to have been cheated by that bastard."

"Fraud?"

"It's pure defective."

"In what way?"

Imfelheim explained.

"I went to the tenth floor in the center earlier. Some adventurer was eating kimbap, and he gave it to me, so I got a little...…."

"......."

"Oh, anyway. Don't you think you should pay for gimbap? So I tried to lend him the eye of the winner, but when I saw the adventurer wearing this, he had a 0% winning rate."

"......."

"You think this makes sense? Defective."

The crane thought to itself.

'I think it's perfectly normal.'