The Tutorial Is Too Hard

“I'm not Yong Yong. ”

What the hell is this, a beating stick?

“Yong-yong, do you want a hot dog? ”

“Yes!”

Yong Yong thought that the hot dog felt better, he paused for a while, then colored and yelled again.

“I'm not Yong Yong! ”

[I knew this would happen.]

I hear the twitching of the self-immolating man sitting next to me, but I ignore him.

“Yong Na, Yong Yong is not Yong Yong or Who is Yong? ”

“Not Yong Yong! ”

Phew.

So, what, Benedictus? What, Lao Connes? What does that mean?

“My name is Benedictus Léricia Piacan Laucones Nauplion Nice Tiamat Karcearin Balacas Shanso Gardandes Nesseario III. ”

That's a good name. Our dragon is big enough to be an announcer.

No tongue, no pronunciation. Have you been practicing?

[Seems like you do it before bed every day.]

Oh, you're doing it.

“Yes, our Yong Yong is Benedict Le Racia Piacan Laucones Nauplion Nas Timat Karserin Shanso Gardandes Nesserio III. ”

“No! Benedictus Léricia Piacan Laucones Nauplion Nice Tiamat Karcearin Balacas Shanso Gardandes Nesseario III! ”

What's wrong with it?

I don't even know which part I said wrong.

“Well, well. Of course.”

I don't know how to calm this down.

[Wouldn't it be quicker just to say Benedict's name?]

I don't like that.

“Yong Yong, do you know what your father's name is? ”

“I am Ara. Daddy's name. Daddy! ”

“No, his name is Lee Ho-jae. ”

Yong-yong's big eyes are embarrassed.

“I'm not... I'm... ”

“My name is Lee Ho-jae, Yong-ah. A father is a name that his son calls his parents. ”

“Title?”

“Yes. A man is his father, a woman is his mother. ”

Yong-yong seemed to think of something while muttering the word "dad" and "mom."

“So our Yong Yong is Benedict Leysia Piacan Laucones Nauplion Nice Tiamat Karserin Balacas Shanso Gardandes Nesseario III... but I call my son Yong. ”

“Is that it? ”

“Just like that. ”

용용이 got satisfactory answers, roaming again and smiling.

He smiles so well.

In that gap, Dragon pushed one of the Fairy Worms into his mouth.

Fortunately, Yongle swallowed the Fairy Worm without much affection.

Oh my, I eat well.

Even if I just see Yong eating something delicious, my father's smile is raised.

“Dad.”

“Why, Yong Yong. ”

“Who's your mother, then? ”

In an unexpected question of dragons, the face that was smiling hardened as it was.

[Crap. Trigger trap cards. You just activated…….]

Hey, help me.

How can I help you? I'm Mom Hari? I thought you said she was a girl.]

Selfish bastard.

[Why, main man.]

Why don't you try a sex change?

[Crazy bastard.]

* * *

Eventually, she had to turn her attention to Dragon by placing pizza on a hot dog and a lie that Dragon would come to meet if it was a little bigger.

[Make excuses in advance. Maybe make a female homunculus.]

I don't want to make a personality if I get distracted.

Lately, it's really crazy to see the symptoms of silent schizophrenia.

There's dragons now.

[That's right.]

Sitting on the table, I wiped the cheese buried under Dragon's chin while chopping the pizza, and looked around.

It's a newly built family restaurant with Yong Yong and the self-immolated.

The walls of the restaurant still reeked of paint, but I didn't use magic to get rid of the smell.

Paint is harmless to the human body, and, above all, no paint that is harmful to the self-immolator, and dragon, is present in the world.

It didn't smell that good, but it did somehow make me feel like I was living.

The landscape has definitely changed.

The world looks different in color.

It's a good thing.

I once stroked Yong's head and took out this month's newspaper from my inventory.

The self-immolating man sees me pull out a newspaper, and he picks up a book.

I wrote a fantasy novel that I read in school.

It is certainly impossible to copy even one letter of a book I read more than 20 years ago.

For ordinary people.

I am able to artificially recall memories that I have forgotten over time.

In return for taking care of dragons while repairing the demolished residential area, I wrote down books that I had enjoyed reading before entering the tutorial and allowed the self-immolator to remain summoned as usual.

Yong-yong followed the self-immolating man well, calling him uncle.

I was worried that dragons might be confused because they look the same to me, but dragons came out with magical power to check the difference in self-immolation and distinguish the two.

Me and 용용이, self-immolating bastard. The time has passed for the three of them to start living together like a family.

And the last thing I think....

[You have a lot of sensitivity.]

Phew, this damn Telepathy.

Isn't that invasion of your privacy?

“What, you think I want to hear it? Yong Yong, eat a lot. ”

The self-immolating one gave a new piece of pizza to Dragon and focused on the book again.

Eri.

Let me read the newspaper.

[Former Vigilante Deputy Chief Kim Min-hyuk, created a new Awakening Clan after clearing?]

Hmm…….

I thought this guy was going to Cheongwa, Clan.

Well, he'll take care of it.

Kim Min-hyuk is one of the two people who know my plan.

The Awakening Clan must have something to do with my plans, since I promised to prepare for my plans in advance.

It's not what I've heard before, but if he sees things out there and decides differently, I trust that judgment.

He'll take care of himself.

[A new starting Hell difficulty competition? Brian in America and Yeon-hee in Korea. What do they have in common?]

Brian is a player known to have recently completed the 31st floor of Hell difficulty.

31 floors isn't an easy floor, but he's a great friend.

He is no longer able to return to the 30th floor residential area beyond the 31st floor.

It means you have to run to the 60-story residential area, whether you kill it or become Bob. Alone.

Even that Brian fellow has reached over 30 floors of Hell difficulty, so he won't know what that means.

I don't know if I can be brave or full.

Lee Yeon-hee has been getting a lot of attention out there lately.

It was usually compared to me, rather than Brian.

In the second half, or something.

Subjectively, if I compare Brian to Lee Yeon-hee, I highly evaluate Lee Yeon-hee.

Although Lee Yeon-hee was lower in the newspaper article, she was also assessing the advantage over Lee Yeon-hee in terms of growth speed and possibility.

Who raised him, of course.

In fact, it is Lee Yeon-hee who is my heir.

And as far as I'm concerned, she has no reason to fail to be called my successor.

The downside is that the progress is quite slow, rather than stable.

[That's fast.]

It's slower than Lee Yeon-hee's power.

It has grown well into Archer, Spell Casters and Dual Classes, and even hidden-skill and usage tips are unknown how to acquire in time.

Potions are generously punctured like water, and in dangerous stages, they carry consumable items around barefoot.

The number of spirits and summoners she contracted is now more than twenty.

It also has two powerful skills.

But it's still 13th floor.

Does that make any sense?

Honestly, 40 floors should be here by now.

[Not all of us.]

I began to look at myself instead of eating pizza, if I had read my feelings about getting irritated.

Told me it was nothing, and returned dragon's attention to pizza.

I should eat pizza, too.

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th floor: Did you find me? I was on the 91st floor. I didn't see your message.]

I put down the pizza in my hand again.

Yong-yong left it to the self-immolator and went out of the family restaurant.

The reason I was looking for Lee Jun-seok was to persuade Park Jung-ah to go out now, as she said before.

It's been a really long time since Lee Jun-seok started training for the closed tube on the 90th floor.

Now he's been living on the 90th floor going up from the 1st floor to the 89th floor for a lot longer than the last time.

Don't you think it's time we really got out there?

He has a family waiting outside and a contract with the Korean government.

In the media outside the tutorial, the hard difficulty player, Lee Jun-seok, is actually arguing that he died a long time ago and that the vigilantes are hiding it for some reason.

It's time to get out for real.

I told that story to Lee Jun-seok after 10 minutes.

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th Floor: Is it... Is it time to go?]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Yes. Dude, get out of here. With the exception of NPCs, first year members are now just you and me. Aren't you sick of this place?]

I want to get out, but I can't.

I used to feel the same way about him as I do about living in my neighborhood and driving growth.

I was comforted and thankful.

But now is really the time to leave.

Lee Jun-seok kept silent for a while, but a little bit of nonsense was sent.

[Lee Jun-seok, 90th floor: Hyung, I thought I was the main character. I think I've lived with that.]

That's how it ends.

I know about Joon-suk Lee's old worries and goals.

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th Floor: You and I... are a lot different, right?]

Of course it is.

Not at all comparable

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th Floor: So... compared to the older brother I saw before?]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: You're stronger now.]

Joon-suk Lee did not have an answer for a long time.

[Lee Jun-seok, 90th Floor: When I arrived at the residential area and realized that the training effects here were not corrected according to the difficulty, I thought.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: What do you think?]

[Lee Jun-seok, 90th Floor: If you stay in the same residential area for a long time and continue to grow, you may catch up with it someday. But... the more time passes, the more difference it makes.]

It's a sad story.

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th Floor: You can no longer expect growth on 61st Floor. I don't have anything else on the 91st floor. All that's left is to train alone in a residential area. Obviously, there is no growth acceleration effect in your area... Why is this…….]

It's a really sad story.

Lee Jun-seok is not asking me because he doesn't know the answer.

I just don't want to accept the answer.

People have always treated me as an outsider.

They didn't even try to compare themselves.

So, I was always happy and thankful for the existence of Joon-suk Lee.

Kept me in his sights, trying to keep up.

At first, I came a few times too soon, so I thought it was a start difference.

Until about the 40th.

Then, of course, you would have thought it was a difference in difficulty.

After I got stuck in my neighborhood, about 40 more times.

The next reason I could find was not me, but Lee Jun-seok himself.

Lee Jun-seok was silent again for a while, and sent an answer to see if he had organized his thoughts.

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th floor: I'm going out for the next round, brother.]

I have nothing to say.

I just kept my mouth shut, knowing from experience how much of a wound my consolation would leave him in this situation.

This is the first time since I was a professional gamer.

After gaining strength in the tutorial, there was really about one person, Joon-suk Lee, who could see me seriously against the competition.

There may have been more, but they didn't reveal their competitiveness.

[Joon-suk Lee, 90th floor: I'll go out first. I'll be waiting, so make sure you clear out.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Yes. I'll see you outside.]

I couldn't say anything more than to meet you outside.

The memories, the gratitude, the apologies, the joy.

There were many things I wanted to say, but few things I could say.

If I had a chance to talk again before Lee Jun-seok went out, then I hoped I could talk comfortably and walk him out.

One of the five bracelets on my wrist was shattered to pieces with a purr.

These are the safeguards we made after we destroyed the residential area the other day.

I used to live alone, so there was nothing to be distracted about, but now that dragons have emerged, I need to be careful about my power.

I need to make another failsafe in advance.

Keep five numbers, even if it's annoying.

Suddenly, I was worried about the alter ego.

He must have felt the aftermath of my feelings, too.

As soon as I rushed into the family restaurant, what I saw was a dragon comforting the ugly crying self and the self-immolating self.

[Th-this will be accomplished... Hahahaha...]

Oh, that crazy...

300; א.

What are you doing with the same face?

[The book... is finished... The magic autumn is over... Hahahaha...]

* * *

I still looked at him with worrying eyes, licking the back of his hand, sat him on his knees, and asked him.

“Was it that sad a book? ”

“It's a masterpiece... it's a masterpiece! Even Shakespeare can't compare. ”

“You've never read Shakespeare. ”

The self-immolating man ignored my words and kept chattering.

“Hey, does this writer have anything else? Hey, you know what? You read that, right? Write that down. Please."

“There is. ”

“Hey, should I kneel? You want me to take my clothes off? ”

Why are you undressing, pervert? Knock it off, asshole. What are you doing in front of the kid?

“Wait a day. This time, I'll write a story about the fastest bird alive. ”

“What's that? Are you talking about avian flu? ”

“It's a nuclear masterpiece, so shut up and wait. ”