Seoul Station Druid

Korea Awakening Administration.

One of the files I received from the Information Control Room, Choi Swim frowned.

“Sir, is this the right data? ”

“That's right."

“This can't be.... ”

“What? What's wrong? ”

The swimmer bit his lip.

“I knew there was something special about it. ”

“What feeling? ”

“I can see your eyes.... ”

The chief smiled.

“Eyes? Uh-huh, Mr. Swimmer, no way. ”

“No! It's not like that... ”

“Huhu, how does it feel? ”

“No, thank you. ”

The swimmer looked at the data and frowned.

“Are you sure this is the right measurement? It's almost F grade.”

“Yes, he's a rare class F. ”

Class F was far too competent for Earth and its environment to survive on another level. Rating that matches theft and death rather than returning home alive.

“You're lucky. It was born with a string. ”

“Hmm. I'll give you this. ”

“This yourself? Really?”

“Why, what! Why are you looking at me like that? ”

“Hehe, there's something really wrong. ”

There's definitely something wrong. That's not what the director thinks.

“Never mind! I'm going. ”

The swim carried the paperwork and disappeared across the hall.

The chief smiled.

“Good times. Good times.”

Evaluate the Awakened with measured energy.

Maybe it doesn't matter if it's Class F or Class A.

“As expected, it's about good people and seeing. ”

He's quite handsome.

*

It's been a full day since the lights were on in the counseling room.

The story that started in the afternoon continued after dinner and breakfast after dawn.

In front of the door was a pile of fully eaten Chinese houseware and utensils. There's a cup of cold coffee on the table.

Twelve? ’

Kim Seong-guk raised his eyelid to close.

I need sleep. Listening is no longer a therapy.

This is torture.

I have never had a conversation like this before in my consultation case.

“Now, wait a minute. ”

“Huh? It's time for dinner already? That soup was delicious last night. ”

Kim Sung-kook shook his head.

You're young, too. You have good stamina.

“Whew, I lost. ”

“Lose what? I didn't even fight.”

“Haha, I'll hear more about it next time. ”

“Why? I've only done a little. ”

The man looked genuinely sorry.

“I need a break. As you can see, I'm old. ”

“You're younger than me. ”

“Haha, if what you say is true, I should call you sir. ”

He'd be over a thousand years old.

Of course, I didn't believe it.

It's very common to actually believe in fiction and meet a trapped counselor.

The young man in front of him is only in his early 20s.

“You don't believe me? ”

“No. Physical strength is relative regardless of age. I need a break. I can't concentrate on the story anymore. Isn't that why you begged the storyteller? ”

The man scratches his chin and nods.

“You sure look weak. Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow. ”

Kim Jong-guk smiled.

“Haha, thank you for understanding. I'll let you know as soon as my next appointment is scheduled. ”

“Fine. And you make yourself comfortable. ”

“Huh?"

“I thought we were supposed to be friends. ”

We shared food, shared memories of our past.

Just like my animal friends, I opened my heart to Kim Jong-uk.

Kim Jong-guk smiled delightfully.

It's a good sign to have a conversation with your counselor without the walls of your mind.

‘I will heal you. ’

It's an unusual case.

It is presumed that the story of the imagination is a direct experience due to extreme stress.

A man trapped in a vastly decorated world.

“Everyone has a comfortable way of talking. I'll see you around. ”

“Yes, of course. ”

As the man closed the door and left, Kim Jong-guk sighed heavily.

“Phew, if I had that imagination, I'd be a successful writer. ”

The story of the man's adventure was not just a long one, but the details were alive.

He shakes his head and lies on the couch.

*

The man returned to his room and sat down expecting a hospital to come out for lunch.

“It's been a long time. ”

I was lonely.

For centuries, every word I spit has been alone.

I could not have been more enjoyable and happy to talk to someone other than the monologue.

“Thank goodness.”

A thousand years if I can't. No, the evolution of language didn't seem to have worked, much longer.

And whether the advancement of the scientific civilization is unsupported or not, he doesn't even feel the distinction and appearance he remembers.

I didn't think it would be difficult to adapt.

“Sounds like fun.”

That's why I came back.

Being alone as a lonely human gives me more loneliness than loneliness. Civilization's perfume was too large.

Your own kind. I missed the people themselves a lot.

“How old was I? ”

I think I'll live like that again in 500 years....

I haven't counted, so I don't know the exact time.

The man defined himself.

“Well, just a thousand years. I'm 1001.”

It doesn't mean anything. First year back on Earth.

You are a person from a distant past here on Earth.

As a stranger, I'll just enjoy watching and living.

“Breeding like wolves. ”

That's how hard it is gradually...

“Yes? What breeding? ”

Choi Swim opened the door to the room.

The man tilts his head.

“Yellow hair. You look familiar. ”

“I brought him here. ”

“Really?"

“No, but when did you see it? Yes?”

Choi didn't budge anywhere, but this guy's bitch was tough.

“You do it. ”

“Tsk.”

Choi swimmed out one of the paperwork with his mouth shut.

“What is it?”

“Sign down there. Fingerprint and personal information consent. Oh, I measured the dimensionality. ”

As I looked at it, Choi said more.

“I looked it up when I was unconscious, and I already got the results. It's formal. Just sign it. ”

You shrug your shoulders and grab the pen.

I don't want a man's eyes.

“It's been a long time. ”

Just a few days ago, I felt overwhelmed when I wrote with rocks.

I slashed the wire with a ballpoint pen.

“No, sign it. Why are you drawing? Write your name.”

“I don't remember. ”

“Yes?”

“I was a man a thousand years ago. I forgot about it.”

Choi Swim snorted.

“What Joseon era are you? Or are you considering it?”

“Huh?"

“Ahh... ”

Swimming on his forehead.

I'll take it, really.

Was he mistaken when he went through the portal? Something about a predator's aura shining down on you?

It's just a bummer. ’

A patient with severe post-traumatic stress disorder, or, worse, a madman.

Am I really mistaken? ’

There were no dangerous eyes. Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure how I feel.

“It doesn't look like we need to rebuild. Mr. Park Soo-ho.”

“Huh?"

I handed over the other paperwork that Choi carried.

“What is this? ”

“This is your profile. ”

The Guardian handed over the documents.

“You know the writing, right? ”

“Luckily, I remember. ”

Your photo is printed on the top of the paper, along with your name and social security number.

There is a record that goes past the junior high to the university.

"Missing in 2015? ”

“Yes, that's right. Then he disappeared, and he came out of the portal yesterday. ”

“Is it the 3000s now? ”

“Phew, 2025. ”

“Huh?"

Man.... Applause presses down on the temples to see if the headache is right.

“What did you do for 10 years? No, no, no, no. ”

Swimming changed the question. That's not what you want to know.

This man's hidden extraordinary.

The reality of the horror I felt at that time.

“Irregular?”

“What's that? ”

“Did you learn anything else there? No balls, no magic, no magic. ”

“None.”

“Just a dungeon patient. ”

The lowest of the earliest cases. Suddenly, I have other questions.

No matter how rare a dungeon patient may be, if he rolls for 10 years, he'll have to evade his F rank.

“How many monsters did you hunt before you got back, so are you still F.? Did you just run away?”

“Monster?”

The guard tilts his head.

I can't understand what Choi Swim is saying.

“Don't you know monsters? ”

Choi Swim handed over photos of several monsters that came to mind.

“I've never seen anything like it. ”

The swimming sighs heavily in response to the defensive response.

‘You're mistaken. ’

Killing monsters takes away their dimensional energy and enhances their Awakenings.

The man in front of him is lucky to have returned to Earth after surviving in a peaceful world without monsters.

This is it, whether we're lucky or not.

My interest cooled quickly.

“Phew, I'll see you next time. ”

I spit out a cliché greeting and turned around, but I thought I'd never see you again. The Awakening Class F is different from the world you live in.

“Maybe I should make some medicine. ”

He was in a bad mood, so he must have had problems with his senses. You're making a mistake.

The remaining guardian gives the document back in flashes of thought.

“Family……. ”

I was giving up.

I thought my family and neighbors would all be gone, even if I came back to Earth.

I had more extreme ideas.

I was worried that I would return to Earth and humanity would be destroyed.

It was a bad slope.

“Ten years. Ten years. ”

I'm not a stranger.

He returned to a society where he existed.

I found Father and Mother's names in the profile. And desperate.

“Death……. ”

The hope that worked like fire scattered like ashes.

His gaze stopped below him.

“Joon-ho Park……. ”

My brother is alive.

How do we find it?

It's a dead end.

In the forest, he was a king, but on Earth, he was just an ill-adjusted sociopath.

The guardian's footsteps, holding the profile, return to Earth and return to his first friend.

*

“Oh, man. You can't just walk in there. ”

I let go of the distracting nurse and opened the door.

Gurgle!

The guard calls for a friend who's lying on the couch.

“Kim Jeong-kook.”

The nurse raises her axe at the call of the Guardian.

“Sir! Mind your manners. What manner of language are you speaking to the professor? ”

Professor Kim Jong-guk woke up from the commotion and waved his heavy head.

“What's going on? ”

“I'm sorry, sir. I'll call the guards and take action. ”

The guard hung up on the nurse and sat on the couch across from Kim Sung-guk.

“I need help. ”

Kim Seong-gook bit the nurse in the long-looking eyes of the guard.

“Oh, nurse, just go. ”

Looking at the watch, I slept for about 30 minutes.

I recovered quite a bit of fatigue in my sleep.

“What kind of help? ”

The guard has turned over the crumpled profile.

“I thought I'd been back a thousand years, only 10. ”

Kim Jong-guk nodded his head while handing over the profile.

The patient seemed confused by the irrefutable truth.

“Just calm your nerves. ”

Kim Jong-guk's words softly acknowledged by the Guardian.

“You acted rashly. All right, I'm ready. ”

Kim Jong-guk was surprised at the calming new color for a moment.

“Mr. Park Su-ho. This is the truth. Isn't it written like this? This is your past. ”

“I know.”

Kim Jong-guk's gaze became strange due to his quick recognition.

In just one day, the treatment was quite advanced.

Now all we have to do is get out of this false world…….

“I know this must be confusing, but what you've been going through is kind of... ”

“That's not the rush. If it's an adventure story, I'll tell you next time. ”

“Huh?"

“My brother is alive. How do we find it? ”

“Oh, I'll call the family from the hospital. Come back soon. ”

Kim Jong-guk smiled as if not to worry.

There was a lot of urgency in the face of the guardian.

When I was relaxed, I knew I was making a mistake.

“That was rude. Sorry to interrupt your break. ”

This is Kim Jung-guk's territory.

It is a great excuse to barge into the enemy's realm without permission, even for a friend.

If he was one of the best animal friends in the forest, he would have already dueled.

“Haha, no. Calm down and go back to your room and rest. ”

“You're definitely a good person. ”

Kim Jong-guk smiled at the crude compliment of the Guardian. As a psychiatrist, isn't this the most rewarding moment ever?

When an advisor sends you trust.

“That's all I'm saying. ”

The guard returns to the room and waits quietly.

A day later, the nurse brought me news about my brother.

“I can't get in touch with your sister. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Literally. She's not answering her phone. We're still trying, so please be patient. ”

The Guardian waits.

The guard, who waited a day and waited another day, left the room.