My Dad Is Too Strong

Hunters had five typical ways of getting stronger.

First, raising the level.

Second, learning skills.

Third, to receive mana injection.

To wear the fourth best artifact.

Fifth, gaining combat experience.

Of course, it would be best to proceed with all five at the same time.

If you have to choose only one thing, people say ten words when they are ten.

"Artifact."

so-called 'temper'.

No matter how poor an F-hunter is.

Wearing S-class artifacts made it possible to hunt in cracks of at least C-level.

"I don't need anything else. It's best to just get money. the rich and the poor Even among hunters, he's the one with the money. There's nothing scary about wearing an S-class suit and a weapon."

the National Hunter Academy

In the classroom of Class A in the second grade, the cadets had their own stories.

They were excited, perhaps because of the 'fetch' ahead.

a harvest agent

For sophomores at the Academy, the harvest festival was a special day.

At the end of the first semester, only once a year. Second-grade cadets will take the Grade A test at Hunter's Office. Although he was not yet a graduate, he did not receive a full Hunter's rating, but in order to encourage his cadets, the Academy had second-grade cadets take the Hunter Administration's rating test every year.

Well, I'm pretty sure I got a B-list this time. My dad gave me a class A equipment as a gift because I'm taking a higher grade test this time. If this doesn't work, I'll go out and die."

Naturally, parents also paid a lot of attention to their children's grades.

Since ancient times, Korean parents have often hung up on their children's grades.

Thus, before the harvest festival was held, there were many phone calls from parents with test-takers, all to give their children equipment gifts.

"Kiya, look at the equipment."

It's a fair test.

The reality was not so. a society in which golden spoons and earth spoons are divided

The wealth of parents was also evident among the Academy cadets.

Tuk tuk.

Before she knew it, Jeong Hye-jeong sat in the corner of the window, sitting in front of the dazed Seol Yoon-hee, tapping on the desk. Seol Yoon-hee looks at Jung Hye-jung with surprise.

"Why are you so absent-minded?"

"Oh, just... I was thinking about something."

"Was it a water-repellent?

Seol Yoon-hee soon smiled awkwardly.

"Shameless. At this time, that's the only thing we second graders care about."

Jung Hye-jung had a rough idea of why Seol Yoon-hee was absent-minded.

Most of the cadets in Class A in second grade are golden spoons. cadets whose parents are the upper classes of society No wonder the academy was not up to par with the national theme and the higher the grade, the higher the tuition fees required by ordinary homes. Of course, there were some who wanted to reform their abilities as hunters at an early age and force them to enter the school, but most of them immediately gave up their studies and worked as hunters. Because I needed the money right now.

On the other hand, those who attend the academy were not in a hurry.

The so-called Elite Course. The Academy broadens personal connections and knowledge in the social arena.

The final goal is to achieve excellent results and enter the "four major guilds" to catch two rabbits of money and honor to brighten the family.

"Everybody's in the blood. To get a higher grade, somehow to stand out in the top four guilds."

Jeong Hye-jung sighed at Seol Yoon-hee, who was somehow depressed.

"I'm a girl. I'm so worried..."

That's what I said.

Beat her in the back with a mate.

No, I tried to hit him, but my palm didn't touch his back.

Feels as if invisible and transparent bonds are interrupting.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? No... "

then

"You, Yoon-hee. How are you?"

A man approaches with a stagger.

It was Seo Jin-soo. He was hiding something behind his back.

Jung opened her eyes and glanced at him. Seol Yoon-hee, who made eye contact with Seo Jin-soo, smiled.

"Yes. Hi."

"I, this one, oh, I picked it up on the way here. You have it."

Seo Jin-soo put down a piece of clothing he was hiding behind his back on the desk.

a silvery suit with a glossy coat

It was rated A, which is worth billions of dollars.

Seo blushed and scratched her head.

Jung Hye-jung laughed at his sullen expression.

'You picked it up on the way here. I'm sure he begged my dad.'

Korea's fourth-largest business leader.

Seo Jin-soo, the second son of Aiji Group chairman.

As a gold spoon, he bought a silver-wing suit for his unrequited love Seol a few days ago at the Korea Workshop for about 5 billion won.

"... ...give me?"

"...uh."

Seol Yoon-hee showed signs of difficulty.

Even she could tell at a glance that what she had picked up on her way was a lie.

It was when she was expressing her disapproval for a long time.

The front door of the classroom swung open and a lecturer came in and slapped the blackboard.

"Today's class is in the old lab, so get ready quickly."

A lecturer who leaves the classroom saying that.

Seol Yoon-hee rose from her seat.

"It's a mobile class. Let's go fast."

She leaves the classroom immediately.

Seo Jin-soo looked down at the suit with a vain look.

Jung Hye-jung said.

"Hey."

"...uh."

"You're a piece of shit."

Soon, Jung Hye-jung will follow Seol Yoon-hee to the classroom.

Seo Jin-soo, who is left alone in the classroom, took out his smartphone.

"......I'm sure it works."

Jung Hye-jung. She was also a so-called gold spoon.

The eldest daughter of the head of Cheil Dortrune, one of Korea's three major workshops.

He looks at Seol Yoon-hee, who sweats hard and practices one of Mana's application methods, with a sad look.

'You're feeling a sense of deprivation.'

Each of the cadets in the same class has been looking for good equipment ahead of the harvest festival.

However, Seol Yoon-hee's father is a civil servant. Naturally, they could not afford to buy or rent billions of A-class equipment.

'How can I help you not to get hurt?'

If you give me Class A equipment.

It was obvious in her character that she would refuse.

Also, I might get hurt. a delicate age If you think about it in reverse, you will naturally do the same for yourself.

Jung Hye-jung approached Seol Yoon-hee carefully.

"Yoon-hee."

"Huh?"

"I hope you don't feel bad and listen."

Seol Yoon-hee tilted her head.

"Successor is a very important test for us. You know, right?"

"...yeah, right?"

So everyone's been bragging about who's better equipped for a few days now.

Seol Yoon-hee was also aware of the fact.

"The test results are not directly reflected in our grades, but they are still important to guild managers. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I think if you have the same equipment, you have better skills than others. So what I want to say is... I don't want to be poorly equipped, so I don't want to get a lower grade on the harvest festival than you."

Only then did Seol Yoon-hee realize what Jung Hye-jung intended.

Seol Yun-hee somehow smiled. I thought Hye-jung is a good friend who cares about herself.

"Thank you, Hye-jung."

"......do you understand me?"

"Yes. But can't we just take our hearts?"

Jeong Hye-jung didn't know.

In fact, Seol was able to use much better equipment than others.

a myriad of central hidden pieces in the home

It had a painful option that was different from the artifacts produced on Earth. To be honest, most Earth monsters could be wiped out with just one of them.

"Don't you think I want to get a high rating? But... I want to test my real ability by taking advantage of this harvest festival. I wonder how much I grew compared to before I entered the academy. So, on this test, I'm going to use the basic equipment handed out by the Academy."

"........."

Seol Yoon-hee hugged Jung Hye-jung.

"Thank you very much for thinking of me. I'm so glad to see you, Hye-jung."

Jeong Hye-jeong somehow smiled.

Oh, right. Yoonhee was like this.

Jung Hye-jung closed her eyes stealthily.

***

an empty dimension somewhere

With the harvest festival just a day away.

Seol Yoon-hee was training at the level opened by Yong-yong.

Bang!

A bullet was ejected from the mana gun she was holding.

If you put mana in a mana gun, it is replaced by a bullet due to the effect of a mana gun.

Anyway, Seol Yun-hee was practicing accuracy for hitting the target about 50 meters away.

Yong-yong yawned and watched her practice.

"Let's go home for a snack."

"Can't you just do a little more?"

..No, you're getting an S grade tomorrow anyway.

Yong-yong grumbled.

A mana bullet hit the target and popped!

Seol Yoon-hee poked out her lips.

"Are you going to keep teasing me?"

"I don't care."

"My skills are not grade S, but how can I get grade S?"

"That's right. Your skills are not S-levels in themselves. I think it's about a grade A... No, it's also generous. Class B?

Bang!

This time the bullet missed the target.

"Growl. Thank you for the beep shot."

Yong-yong giggled.

"Oh, really!"

"By the way, I'm making fun of you like this, but you'll get a real S class tomorrow.

"How am I supposed to get an S when I'm a B, idiot."

"No, you really don't know?

Seol Yun-hee looked dissatisfied.

"What."

"Didn't your master tell you?"

"Daddy?"

"Oh, you really don't know." Haven't you ever hunted monsters?

"......I've only had theoretical classes lately?"

Somehow

"Yoonhee, do you think skills matter?" Is Artifacts Important?

"Skills?"

Wrong. The answer is that everyone is the same under the master.

"What is it? The question is weird."

"Just listen to me for now. I told you last time.Sifi, you have to do all sorts of things to be talented and artistic, and it's fair in front of the owner. It's one shot anyway. Me too. I'm on it too. I used to be the king of the world, but I got one shot.

What does he want to say?

Seol Yun-hee put down Mana Gunn.

"But what if there's an artifact that has the power of such a master?" Now, let me ask you another question here. Do you think skills matter. Is Artifacts Important?

"...Artifact?"

"Right. I used to think it was a skill, too. I used to be the king of the world with no artifacts and only my skills. But I changed my mind a few days ago. I don't need it all. The tempo is the best.

"......."

You see the ring on your finger?

"Oh, yeah."

A ring of the elder elf with a brilliant green light.

This is what Dojun gave me as a present before.

It was then.

Suddenly the earth shook.

Seol Yoon-hee was surprised.

"Gee, what are you doing now..."

Yong-yong was getting ready to shoot Bres.

To himself.

In time, Bres is fired.

"Cuck!"

Explosion with a roar.

After a while.

"...uh?"

"Are you okay?"

"Hey, what's going on..."

No man survives the Brass of the Dragon.

But now, he was alive and well.

"What's that? It's tempo.