The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[Left shoulder, heart, one in the forehead. Half a beat, right ankle. Simple, isn't it?]

What happens if you can't avoid it? Hmm... I'm fine. That's what it's all about in the beginning.]

* * *

I turn the TV channel with my dazed eyes.

It wasn't fun.

The drama was obvious.

Music professionals were, needless to say, trashy.

It required irritation.

Everyday was boring and stupid.

This life has been going on for two years.

Two years ago, I threw away my professional gamer life and set up a convenience store with the money I had saved up.

At first, I was busy with a lot of places to touch, but I got used to it quickly. Once I got used to it, I left everything to Alba and stuck it in my house.

I don't care if Alba paid a little or not.

Life is no fun.

I never should have quit a professional gamer.

I was the best in the game.

It may seem controversial, but it was definitely best in my active days.

Over time, however, I was pushed off the bench and decided to retire because I couldn't stand the fact.

Instead of being a loser, I chose to quit the game altogether.

Since I was a kid, I've had a knack for fighting.

From hide-and-seek to local football, I had to win once I started.

Then one day, I first encountered the game of the Feud at the amusement park in front of the stationery.

On that day, I lost miserably to my sixth-grade brother and was furious.

I've been in the game ever since.

Two years ago, until retirement, the game was my life.

What if I'd rather live with myself listening to my pee and keep playing?

Life wouldn't be so terrible.

I am unbearably boring and free right now.

Well, I don't know what to do. It's like this.

I sighed and raised my glass. The glass is empty.

“Fuck, fuck.” You mutter and search the black bag for the young man.

Oh, did you finish your drink already?

Later, breaking news came out on TV.

[… more than 30 minutes ago, a sinkhole like this occurred all over the world. While the government is trying to quickly identify the cause of the sinkhole… experts advised us not to approach the sinkhole as much as possible. More NBS News Breaking News…….]

It was breaking news of strange content. But I was looking at something even weirder than that breaking news story.

A letter appeared before my eyes.

[Congratulations on your invitation to the tutorial world, Mr. Lee Ho-jae.]

Tutorial? When you start a game, is it the tutorial that teaches you how to manipulate?

Maybe I drank too much and I saw something. Or did I just go crazy?

[Would you like to enter the world of tutorials?]

Is this an opportunity for me? The thought hit my head.

I don't have any foolishness in life. If you give me a new life, I'm welcome.

It's happening in novels and cartoons, but it's happening in front of us now.

Can I live the life I want in a new world? Because I'm the hero again?

“… Yes. ”

The answer flows through the cracked throat. Do you think that's an answer?

As I answered, the message changed.

[Please select your desired difficulty level. Depending on the difficulty level, the risk of the tutorial stage increases, proportionately with reward and growth speed.]

The choice was four.

Izzie, Normal, Hard, Hell.

Four difficulty levels, separated by English words.

No need to worry. I've made my decision.

I, Lee Ho-jae.

I've never been born and never heard of a game I can't play.

I was confident that I could do anything above grade in basketball sports.

I was as talented as I was in the game. He was so talented.

So I chose Hell.

Then I blacked out.

* * *

Someone woke me up with an evil hand.

“Hey, are you awake? Now that you've slept enough, get up. ”

An ugly man was shaking me in front of my eyes.

“Are you awake? Are you okay?"

I forcefully opened my eyes and looked around.

What I can see is three, including the man who woke me up. I don't know them at all.

“Fuck... who, who! ”

I stepped back screaming.

It wasn't my room.

Floors and walls made of marble tiles.

It was a shattered indoor space with no furniture.

“Where... where are we? ”

When I open my eyes, I see only strangers in strange places.

“This is the first-floor waiting room. ”

“First floor waiting room? What the……. ”

“Hey, take it easy. We need to talk. You didn't see those messages? ”

The man who woke me up said in a calm voice. You look like a mean bear, but you sound like a ballad singer.

“Message?”

“Why, those texts about the tutorial. ”

Then I remembered before I lost my mind.

Is that it? Is that like a dimensional shift? Are you in the game world?

I have all kinds of questions in my head.

“I did. I was drunk, so I wasn't sober. Did you all see those messages and come here? ”

My voice sounded calmer and cleaner than I thought. I was drunk before I blacked out.

“Yes.”

The man simply replies, and the woman and man in the back nod.

“First of all, I was wondering if you knew anything about this situation. Perhaps you were drawn here without knowing anything like us. Anyway, we're the only ones here. We have to help each other. ”

Hmm…….

Not bad. Better to have a colleague than to be alone.

Assuming, of course, you can trust them.

“Was there anything that might be a clue? ”

“It turned out that just before those messages came to mind, there was a breaking news flash. ”

The group's attention is focused on my words.

Not only the man who was talking to me, but also the two people who were behind me came forward.

“There have been simultaneous synchronous sinkholes around the world. ”

“Well, what the hell. You think a sinkhole is the reason we're here? ”

The ugly man behind raises his voice.

It seems like a gangster.

“Oh, fuck. Do you think that makes sense, asshole? ”

Well, maybe the gangsters are right. He also reacted sensitively to the anxiety of the situation.

“I just told you what I remember. ”

Fortunately, that gangster doesn't seem to want to hear any more than that. You're not brainless.

I waved my head a little. Something…….

“What's the matter? ”

“No... Well, I was drunk before I blacked out, but I thought it was too corny. ”

“Oh, that's what this is about. The body recovers on its own in this place. I guess that's the effect. ”

“Yes? Recovering on its own? ”

“Yes. Before you woke up, I had a message like that. ”

Messages.

I think I missed something important.

“I'm sorry, could you please tell me the content of that message? ”

“Got it.”

“I'll let you know the first message that popped up. ”

“Thank you."

The bear-looking man was kinder than I thought. How old is he?

The first thing the man told me was about the starting weapon. As soon as I heard from the man, I found a message asking me to choose my starting weapon from one side of my vision.

Focusing on the message, his vision soon turned black.

In the next moment, I was in a place with a lot of weapons. It's not the stone chamber. People are gone.

What a harmony this is... ….

Let's calm down. It's no wonder it's a game.

I calmed my surprised heart and looked around.

There were so many different kinds of weapons around.

Spears, swords, bows, maces, that... Well, there was a strange weapon I didn't know how to use.

No. Hey, is that a weapon? I think it's just a book of cards.

The bow rests with a bow and a bundle of arrows. The shape is given as a set.

When you play the game, it is time to greet the greeter.

This choice may have a big impact on the future ahead. Be careful.

Hmm... This is the moment of concern.

Now, what should I choose?