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I came in separately, thinking of the Hundred Years Old Sword. They had the attention of watching me, but after a while they hid themselves. I meditated and thought about the sword again: half-heartedly, but there was no answer, so I sighed, "Get lost."
"Phew..."
I don't know what it is.
"Freshmen"?
It was also one of the martial arts practitioners who supported the Hungarian faith as well as Wind . I just handed it over because it was not a situation, but like he said, the Hundred Commander-in-law was also related to the Libyan Church.
I've never heard much about neonates from Lee Kwang. Unlike our arch-enemies, the neophytes have only gone so far. Even when I tried to ask about the meta-humans, I found it annoying.
Now that I think about it, it was more like 'I don't want to mention it' than 'I don't know.' That alone proves that Lee Kwang is actually well aware of the neonates. It was when I was thinking about things.
"The Hundred Pearls are a curious people."
At that time, Hanjin Sung, the Sogaju of Hanci Sega, opened the door of the annex. He was still blinded by his looks. I woke up slightly because it was strange that he came, but Han Jinsung said.
"In the last decade, the Lord has never been so interested in anyone else. It's really great that you're showing me your biggie."
"What do you mean? You can't expect me to make any progress with my daughter. I'm not that great of a genius."
I growled. It was because Han Jinsung's words seemed to mock me.
There are only two days left until the Festival. Until then, it is literally only in fiction that one sword candle can make you stronger through enlightenment. I even heard the idea that he wants to tease me or Han Jin-seong.
However, Hanjin smiled strangely and touched his finger.
Then two beautiful quarrels walked past the door, and put a large wooden plank on the floor of the room. Let's do something about it. There were 19 dead lines on it. I muttered because I knew what it was.
"Kia"? "
It was a game of battling each other's houses, alternating black and white stones, and deciding to win or lose with the dominance of the house. It was a game enjoyed by the students because it required considerable brain rotation and judgment to be called simple play. I used to hang out with him sometimes when I was in mathematics for three years under the net.
Hanjin Seong said.
"Do you know two?"
"I know the basics. Then why did you bring this?"
"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to play a game lightly."
I looked down at the substrate. Then he said bluntly.
"No work. My head is killing me right now. Why do I have to leave this?"
"Haha. How many times have you never had an adventure? You'll get something if you spend some time on adventures for me."
"......"
I could tell that Han Jinsung had some intention and wanted to grow up. So I sat face to face. My head was confused anyway, so I wanted to cool my head lightly.
"Very well."
"You take the black. I'm happy with my bag."
"Black has the advantage. Do you mind?"
"I thought you only knew the basics?"
"It's not that shallow."
I lost every day because I was so good at telepathy, but I told him I was pretty good at telepathy. Though it may be caring of the masses, he was confident that his eyes were decent. Hanjin Seong said.
"Letting it go is not fun, so let me make a bet."
"What bet?"
"To hold a circle on the losing side."
"... Very well."
Hanjin Sung is the sogaju of Hanxi Sega. I took my life without burden because he wanted it to be like the X.O. It was because I was feeling half-terrified because I was about to die anyway.
Soon the Great Kingdom began. I began to put it calmly and steadily. Hanjin seemed surprised when he fought for about 50 numbers.
"You've certainly put it quite well. I tend to be a very good teacher of the Fallen Lamb..."
"Concentrate."
"Haha..."
Hanjin Seong smiled and laid a stone.
Crap.
"Weed has begun."
As he said, the Great Revelation suddenly began my fierce black and white struggle. It was entirely because Han Jin-seong refused to fight a quiet number of fights and played a tough battle. It was an unread fight about which side would win. When I looked at Hanjin for a moment, he said.
"Past life, or the whole place." "
"I will live."
"Well, let's see."
Crap.
Crap.
A dozen numbers passed in an instant. I was keeping up my usual skills, but suddenly I lost a hand and it became difficult. A Hand was a ground cell that each of them put together once and then resisted to save the weed, but it was difficult because two places were beaten.
"......"
Hanjin said as I was doing it over and over again.
"Do you read?"
"I honestly don't know."
"A skilled person wouldn't be able to read this. It was deliberately complicated."
I twisted my eyebrows.
"Sounds like it was meant to be."
"Yes, I did."
"Play your pranks. You think I wouldn't know if I led you to it?"
Hanjin Seong smiled.
"If you don't believe me, I'll draw this line."
"Bullshit!"
This can't be happening. I didn't feel a thing. How is it possible to let that happen? I squeezed his head together to save the weed and flatten his nostrils. That's about half a tick.
Crap.
"......!!"
I felt devastated by Han Jinsung's actions.
'Oh my… even.'
I didn't have to finish it. My weed seemed to be dying, but it was alive, and Hanjin Sung's house was also energized. And they found a way to live, and they built the same house in a miraculous way. It was a perfect draw, not even a half house difference.
When I lost my words, Han Jinsung said.
"What do you think?"
"... so what? Are you trying to show me off in the middle of the night?"
"Phew... You still don't know."
Hanjin Seong sighed and said.
"Fixed Presence Salta on Year End." You can try to kill someone after you live. I didn't really control the phase, I just appropriately stopped Hung Woong from repeating the void without caring for himself. That alone prevented my weakness, and I went on to find a way to save the weed of the Hundred. "
"......!!"
My face is burning. It was because of what Hanjin said. In my own way, I entered thinking it was a gravestone, all of which were being read in the number of Hanjin. There was a difference in attitude towards chi, not just skills.
Hanjin said when I kept my mouth shut.
"Kiran is like life. Winning is a premise, but you have to find a way to not lose at the same time. To lose is to die, so if you don't make your way to life first, you can never win over the other."
"Are you trying to teach me a lesson?"
"What if this were not a GO, but a battle with no balls? Can you convince him of his death with one word that Hung Hung tried his best to burn his will? How can that be the life of the Hundred?"
"......"
I felt a pinch because I felt that way unconsciously. I haven't looked back and ran away like a boar so far, so I didn't have to say anything. I tried to be selfish several times, but it didn't work out because of my temper.
Hanjin Seong said.
"I don't know who White Tiger is up against. But he would have been very powerful, very wise, very powerful. If not, there is no way that Hung Woong would feel the urgency to do so without employment.
If so, because you are dealing with such a person, you have to find a way to live even more. There must be a weakness in any ruler in the world, and to stab it requires ice cold judgment and exceptional endurance. You know he can never be beaten by a stroke. "
He was right in the verse. And I was looking at it a little differently than I had heard from Mangosteen. If the advice given by the network focused on the narrow course of conducting the equation, Hanjin had a calmness in judging the overall context from a high place. When I listened and focused on a new Hanjin, he said.
"Remember, surviving can be winning."
"Surviving is winning...?"
I was stunned by the idea that I had never thought of before, so I repented. Hanjin nods.
"What's so hard about rushing in and fighting for your life? If you hold a knife, even a child, you can challenge an adult. It's all about deciding when to use it, how to use it. If you don't, you end up being trampled, ridiculed, and demoralized. That's life."
"......"
"I will exercise my right to refuse to compete in the Cancer Watch Tournament at Hanseonga. It looks like Madoparma's Tooma is forcing the refusal to vote, but he can't touch Hans Sega. Clean yourself up in the future without leaving the cabin."
Madopal Moon is the largest and most powerful Moonpie in Safa, and even Suramun is strong enough to have a black society as a subordinate force. However, when Hans Sega treated Toma as' something ', Hans Sega's power seemed to be processable. When I was losing my words, Hanjin said as if clearing the substrate.
"You're very lucky. I wanted to give you my advice because I happened to be a poor Han Seung-hyun, accidentally caught the Lord's eye, accidentally passed on even a tie, and even got the help of our Han Seung-hyun who could easily resist Madophama... I was also the first one to see someone as lucky as you."
"......"
"Rest well."
Han Jinsung said so and left the cabin.
I pondered Han Jinsung's words.
Luck?
'Well, I'm very lucky this time.'
I could see that walking after my adoption was a lucky streak, with the feeling of cold water splashing in my head. What would have happened if the management hadn't mentioned Hans Sega, and I hadn't considered entering Hans Sega's slum? By now, there would have been hundreds of fallen cats fighting to kill me and get the gold ingot. Then, if the elites went out from Suramun, it was likely that they would have fought again in a frenzy as before, and then died in a place where no one would know.
It was a great fortune to avoid such a future, to be offered a safe haven, to be informed of the Cancer Guard, and to be able to see the draw of the incarnate. If I had chosen a future other than this possibility, I would have died.
In retrospect, a million-minute chance was poured out on me. I've never felt this lucky in my entire life, so I felt overwhelmed.
"... Are you sure?"
At that moment, I remembered a conversation with Cheonwoojin in the past.
[Yes. I sent the money away in a manner that honors the late Tai Heo Cheon. That is why you will become the master of Makkah, and you will receive a great gift from Taehecheon.]
What's that?]
[I don't know that. It's just that the Tai Heo Zone is a god who interferes with fate.]
"......!!"
I opened my eyes wide.
With this kind of luck, I could only think of one.
Taehavan interfered with my destiny, giving me luck! Even though I fought and died no matter how much I wanted to, I could still see that the streak is intact and holding onto the strand of smoke - that is the result of Taeherjeon increasing my luck because of last night's season.
'Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.'
But soon after, I was able to stop this prediction.
Phew!!
"......!!"
It was about 8 weeks after meditating on a hundred-man swordfish while meditating and meditating in a separate house. There seemed to have been some masters of Suramun who had been invited to the Cancer Guard Festival, but they were crushed by the power of Hanssega and just left. When I was repeating my training every day, something happened.
I was surprised by the sudden realization. I was clearly artificially conscious, and I realized what I had been shoveling at the millennium of my brain.
Yes, it is.
If I didn't have enough talent, all I had to do was apply the Blue Sky Hole!
Unlike the Coroner, the Divine Archeologist was another stream that supported the pectoral artery of my body. Until now, I've just been so full that I've only used it as another flexible path, but it turns out that the striae have the power to help the brain to understand the flow of the amount. It was also a traditional characteristic of the pagan New Founding Fathers.
It's working!
Let's test it out and draw out the punctuation of the astronomer while playing a thousand strokes. My brain was easily adapted to doing several calculations at once. And the redirection and the subtraction of force helped to easily expand a thousand-yard brain imprint that wasn't that complicated! I quickly realized that I had entered a level of proficiency in the stroke of a thousand strokes like a few years of training.
In addition, the inspiration that I felt after seeing a hundredth of a man's blade adhered to the crude part of the encephalogram, and the pain and stool became more intense. I've been lying about the stages that have been so clumsy, and I've been lying all of a sudden.
I didn't get this because I have a great temper. As you literally go through hundreds of thousands of days, your inspiration will pass you by once, just like a clinging pole! I had to say it was artificial.
"Oh... shit...!!"
I was delighted to shed tears, cursing.
It was very unexpected, but I had a hunch that the future of fortune will become easier thanks to the film night.