Running Away From The Hero!

Usually, if you go from a fairy tale to a fairy tale to a fantasy world in your past life,

Meet the gods after you die and receive your weapons as a bonus. Or get a special skill. Or take the goddess herself.

Or maybe we're already learning magic in the modern world, and the magic of the fantasy world is way behind the magic of the modern world, and we're being treated like a giant wizard.

I can't do it. Monsters like slime and Goblins never wore a duel before.

But, ladies and gentlemen, Fiction is fiction, not reality!

Once you've seen a drama in your past life, you'll know it! 2,3 years old when you bump your shoulders on the street. Yeah, you know there's no such thing.

They're eating fish in a local wagon because it's cold, and they're making a franchise out of a project, and they go to a good butcher shop and they roll a bowl of beef jerky.

“Great, this is what I was looking for! This is how we do business! ”

Working there, he is his favorite local woman and it turns out he has seen work in the company with a woman who has a secret of her birth!

I don't know if you're slicing steak at a go-ooh restaurant that feels like a go-to spot for ordinary folk, but it's a reality that you don't just wander around the market.

Ah, the most realistic thing is that you either have an orphan or a birth secret. Living for others in difficult environments. Ah, the state. Yes, busy. Woman. Here. It may be true that there is no such legendary creature.

Now, here's to the realities of the ex-born with no abilities whatsoever!

First of all, being reincarnated to understand everything. First of all, that doesn't make any sense.

If you go to another country, another continent, you won't be able to write a word like Hangul on another level.

By the way, there is nothing similar about Chinese characters. Thanks to this, it took me five years to speak the continental official term because of Korean language that I was unfamiliar with.

By the way, other kids usually talk at age 3, write basic things and become enemies at age 5.

Thanks to which I was able to write and read, I was 10 years old.

As a result, my parents almost looked at me as a miserable level of dumb or stupid. Luckily, I was able to get it back to mathematics.

However, the mathematics is also a recognizable world for ordinary peasants. Let's multiply by that. Maybe he's literary genius, but he's a mathematical genius. I had expectations.

It was said that Mother fought with Father for a while to send him to a famous school in the Empire.

And number two: how to get rich using your everyday deceptive knowledge, your modern knowledge!

So, there was a time when I worked hard to think about modern knowledge.

Hmm... It's useless. Once a hard-working computer… it can't be in a medieval fantasy world. Dispose of everything.

But I still have half my life in school! Let's think! Seconds, medium, high! Study for Entrance!

Yeah, it's useless. Everything here is added and subtracted. What a useless training in helicopters! I was frustrated.

Yeah, modern knowledge. Useful. Developing gunpowder and making guns will change the paradigm of the world.

Anybody know how to make one of those? The simple fact that it is a chair is different from what you would normally know and what you would make yourself.

Even chairs that can only be made in shape are practically impossible to do items that require technical work.

If you don't know what a gun looks like, and even if you can disassemble and combine the parts of that gun, you're doomed.

Without technology, it's just opinions and delusions. Even if you know what already exists, you can only be treated as a mere imagination.

So I gave up everything, and eventually I tried to build a farm in my parents' family business.

Junior year, college skills that I risked my life for were useless, but military skills were useful!

As expected, we are the Army of the Great Ride! And the combined technology of the Army and the ultimate weapon of modern civilization, Yasa!

Father said, you are a child born to shovel! "Fantastic shoveling," he cried, "is the best talent for farming!"

I'm going to be the king of farmers here! I made a commitment.

I mean, I had exactly those moments... would that be right?

I was only 13. My parents died.

The cause is the evil Black Wizard's demise! It's not… Violent Noble Violence!... and not me. A sign of the devil's season, Jundong! … Nor was it.

Parental death by electrocution.

In more detail, when the fugitive villain and the warrior who was chasing the electric shotgun were desperately defended by the villain, and the electric shotgun shook off, and the magic that had bounced off was unfortunate, he died in the exact spot where my parents were selling things to the market, leaving no trace of his figure.

In the modern version, if you look at an action movie, do you think the villain and the protagonist are like civilians who are running into each other and end up in a car that just crashes and explodes to avoid the protagonist who just crashes into a gunfight?

Haha, I can't believe I'm so unlucky!

Thanks to you, I thought about how to live my life as a boy's head, but how.

In conclusion, you have to keep farming and living. But the state paid your claim, right?

I still have plenty of land, crops and my father's horror shoveling in my life!

There was a time when I expected that.

"Haha."

Seeing the burning earth, I had no choice but to waste my laughter.

A year after my parents died.

In just one year, the incompetent but untouched lord once in his life gave a big chunk to the land... or a big chunk to the country.

A goldmine was found at a vague location on the border between the neighboring country and our territory, and it was close to our territory.

The Thin-Eyed Lord sent troops to his side to conquer the place, but there are already soldiers waiting for him in the neighbouring country!

But only then did our lord, who was always a helper, decide to defeat the soldiers who were occupying the place and take it over.

Okay, so far, happy ending. But joy at large gold mines plus joy at winning the first battle of his life (which was too overwhelming to say the difference in troops was too great), and the Lord was blinded by the joy he had won, charging across borders to his enemies to chase them away!

And our next country across that border was one of the most powerful continents, the Karan Empire, and our lord died and was robbed of his soul by a change bag who was responsible for the border of the empire on the day he crossed the border.

At the same time, the Empire accepted that this was a declaration of war for our kingdom and stormed the capital within a month.

By the way, the sea of fire in front of me burned some territory as an example of the first invaded territory, and there was even land that I inherited from my parents.

Yes, the farming is ruined! Bomb that too! Fall is still a long way away, but it's a clumsy place to farm in that burning, ashy place!

“Knng!”

I mean, it's all because of the world that I have a job behind my back!

I wanted peace! The world didn't leave me alone!

Oh, well, for the record, a backstabbing job is no scam. I'm trying hard to hit it with the world's jargon over there.

Soon after I was fortunate, my kingdom was not half-cut and seventh ranked.

After only half the empire had eaten, the king fell at the back of his neck, and the princes fought to rule over each other, declaring that he would be the only Duke with full power!

The city looks like shit. Half the people who turn into bandits, half the people who turn into robbers.

Among them, I am good at cutting and collecting money well.

I'll use this to go back to the Empire and fulfill my dreams of unfulfilled farming.

The one who did. Two. Three. Sometimes they break up neighborhoods with other people who share information with each other. Even the bandits teamed up and robbed the nobles passing by.

Another broker came looking for a broker to earn that much money and move on to the Empire.

“How's it going?”

Scouts.

Haha, in the old days it was really life and death. I worked really close to death, but I've never been offered a scout at another job because I was incompetent.

He came to bring us some bread that would make us do bad things.

In the largest evil organization in the empire.

“You make a lot of money. ”

“Incentives count. ”

“It would be that dangerous. ”

“It's like what you're doing now. ”

“Do I have to die if I die? ”

“That's right. So you have to be careful. ”

I really have to work with my life. Unlike the helicopter that used to live in the old days, it pays for its life. I'll give you a lot. Enough to take a life.

“Let's do it.”

So 15 years old. I was forty years old when I entered the evil organization with the eager leaves to become.

After 25 years of living in the organization, I began my disciplinary training as a trainee, a safe rear guard, and among them, a senior instructor.

Oh, good. Not much to worry about. I make good money. I'll give you a lot of incentive if you grow.

Gentlemen! The Evil Organization is the best!

* * *

“Same as last time. Fifty from the beginning. And 950 from the end. ”

The other instructors keep their mouths shut.

“Are you wiping out the top sequences again? ”

“The lowest order there... Can't you just grow an intermediate sequence? ”

Other teachers grunting and mourning. But I said it firmly.

“Fifty from the start. And 950 to the cloth. ”

Basically, some kids get scouts like me, but most of them are orphans and slave sellers who are members of most evil organizations.

On average, we try to build a baseline in order to make them useful in the organization for about two years.

If we create a basic body that feeds well, beats hard, and sequence it, it is the job of our senior instructors to train about a thousand people every time.

And one of my favorite combinations is the one on the front. It's a back combination.

Once ahead, they're the top of the first thousand. They can't, but they're halfway there. Sometimes there are geniuses. Disadvantage if the incentive is low instead.

But you have to fill it with the last fifty people who are the least talented. Most of them are useless, but sometimes the incentive is enormous if a few are caught well and go up to the top.

The last thousand times he got the top pick, the next year I got promoted to Senior Instructor, and it was a miracle for one more zero Incentive Units!

So I'm a hundred men ahead every time. Pull back. One of them will survive anyway.

It's so easy for me to just hold on.

Dozens of other instructors are still dying, but I'm still the best instructor at zero casualties, even if I look like this. That's why I'm the senior instructor!

“This rider is quite high. Hmm... Will five survive? ”

“No, but she's a high ranking rider, so she'll have fever. ”

“The last rider who claimed to be the strongest of all time only survived seven. ”

“Well, the training of the Narian instructor is notorious. ”

“But there must be some pride in those basic trainers, right? If you get kicked out again, with the exception of one digit, you're a salary thief. Even though the organization of evil is limited in size, it's not a place that pays all salaries to salary thieves. It's a good place to be, but all salary thieves have to die. 30,000 gold for ten. ”

“Haha, that's strong. Fifty to 40,000.”

“Seven and 20,000. ”

“I'm also 50,000 to 30,000. ”

“At times like this, you have to aim for a punch. 30,000 to the extermination. ”

But the other instructors don't seem to be. No, I'm just gambling on how many people will survive my education...

"How long do you think the Senior Instructor will last this time?"

I pay attention to one instructor's questions. How long do you think you can hold out?

"With tenacity, everything stands."

"…… are you tenacious?"

I don't roll people to death.

Strange for those who can't stand it either.

Yes, it's not that I'm weird, it's that I can't stand them!

"Yes, anyone can be strong with tenacity."

Of course. I'm the only one without magic in the fantasy world where magic and spirits, elves and Orcs live together. I'm doing well, aren't I?

It doesn't make sense for someone who can even use magic to survive.

Roughly 30 years ago. Roughly 40 years of my life. 70 years of my life with only one strength.

There is a previous saying that young people do things like buy things.

Where to roll if you don't roll from the evil organization!