The Tutorial Is Too Hard

“How's it going? ”

He opened the door of the lab and said.

“No, I'm going to die. Help me."

The self-immolating man is making a bold move.

“I'm not a thumb, you damn body. ”

I kicked my tongue and sat down, looking at the grumbling traitor.

The self-immolating man is on the 61st floor, working on the interpretation of the powers he acquired.

I've already done this many times, but the interpretation of power always brings new challenges.

Power is the manifestation of the notion that a level of presence that can gain self-esteem is a mediator of sacredness that serves as the basis for its own identity.

In fact, it's not that different from magic.

Perhaps the gods think there is no difference between power and magic.

Magic that unleashes its will on the world using its magical miracle power.

The ability to use divine power as a mediator to achieve miracles based on their divinity.

The conditions and constraints on the power and scope of magic, cognition and realm are the same as the constraints on God's identity.

The gods who are using their power are the power to use it without thought, but I cannot use it so quickly.

I analyzed it thoroughly, studied it, and had to go through numerous trial and error to barely imitate it.

So all the powers I use are imitations of the powers that the gods have given me.

Refreshments, if you will.

I realized the principle by using their power repeatedly.

We studied how consciousness, divinity, and God's identity are linked.

He repeatedly paused the time of artificially confined space and analyzed the process of power being exercised at one moment.

And based on the data obtained, it counterfeits power.

Magically.

If I had been an apostle of many gods, if I had valued my body with powerful skills, if I had a high understanding of divinity and the ability to sense divine power sensitively, if I had realized the magical drama, and lastly didn't have the Seed of Divinity,

I couldn't even try.

But I'm doing it anyway.

The powers that have already been enhanced in the evening, such as flashbulbs and soul exploits, and the powers that the self-immolator has brought are succeeding in enhancing one by one.

Of course, because there are so many powers stolen by the self-immolator, it will take a long time to make all of them mine.

But in the end, it's only a matter of time.

No matter how complex the mystery was, there was no power that seemed impossible to interpret and modify.

“No. Half is impossible. Impossible, you sick body. ”

“Why not? Why not? It's impossible. I think it will. ”

“If I'm wrong, there are dozens of things that could blow my head off. That's just saying it's impossible. ”

“You can succeed if you overcome the headburst crisis once. That's what we call possible. ”

“Oh, you crazy bastard. ”

The renegade mutters his insult and stops the sorcerer from driving.

A large group of magicians has disappeared from across the lab.

Considering the enormous scale of the laboratory that takes half a day to walk across the end, the magic group that the alter ego was holding was truly enormous.

Not just for casting, of course, but for analysis.

Nevertheless, the self-immolating man must be feeling extremely fatigued.

“Someone I know……. ”

“Let's take a break, then. ”

“Oh, really? What do you want?”

“Better efficiency requires proper rest. ”

“You said you'd make it more efficient, you damn body. ”

The self-immolated man grumbles and lies flat on the floor ready to rest.

Seeing the novel lifted out of the subspace, I leaned on the backside of the chair.

Then I opened the message window.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: Call me when you have time.]

It was too short to dry, so the water seemed to evaporate.

Other than that, I seem to have sent a message in such a way that I'm not going to interfere as much as I can while researching power.

I don't want to disturb you too much, so you're welcome to send me a long time.

It's because of the old job.

Seeing that I have sinned, I also murmur alone.

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: I'm taking a break right now. What's going on?]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: There's new information coming in from outside. How's work?]

That's the question I asked the self-immolator earlier.

Work is going well.

“No, we're going through a lot of trouble. ”

You ignore the self-immolating voice and continue to send messages.

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Of course it's going well. And send a long message. I can't believe you called me when you get a chance. It's too dry.]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: I was afraid you might get in the way of work.]

That's why I expected.

I felt a bit bitter.

And I'm sorry.

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Not disturbing at all. Rather, I'd like you to message me more often.]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: You okay? You've been busy lately.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: It's okay. And if I'm busy, you're busy. Are you doing okay? Isn't that too much?]

Unlike me, who can study and play as much as she wants at any time, Park is taking care of the work that needs to be done on time.

Other minor issues, such as counseling and opinion coordination, are being focused on her, and she is very, very busy.

Rather, I wait for more messages.

After Min-hyuk went out, he seemed to have less than a few hours of free time a week.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: What's wrong with being so sweet all of a sudden? It doesn't suit you.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: No?]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: No, good.]

“Oh my, crazy……. ”

The traitor insults me.

Ignored.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: Why did you suddenly do something pretty that you didn't do? Did he cheat on you?]

[Lee Ho-jae, 60th Floor: Dragon and the self-immolating three live together, what's the matter with you?]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: I heard that if a man suddenly treats you kindly one day, he was having an affair.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Who said that?]

[Jung-ah Park, 90th floor: In the community.]

He also learned to love by writing.

I'm no different.

I talked to Park Jung-ah for a while.

It was a nourished conversation, but it was fun.

About the time the self-immolator who was listening next to me started to writhe in agony, Park Junga took the point out.

[Jung Wook, 90th Floor: Lee Jun-seok failed to attack a class G monster. Exactly before the attack, Lee Jun-seok declared the unattainable and left.]

Surprisingly.

“I'm surprised.”

The alter ego was the same as me.

Just before Joon-suk finished the tutorial, the level you told me about was 201.

Compared to today's maximum early 100th level Awakenings on Earth, there is a truly overwhelming gap.

So I was optimistic.

If the Awakened on Earth had already succeeded in hunting once, Lee Jun-seok would have been able to attack.

That's what Lee Jun-seok thought.

So you must have prepared an ambush.

[Lee Ho-jae, 60th Floor: Was it a tactic that Lee Jun-seok tried by himself?]

[Jung Park, 90th floor: No. One, two, a lot of work arousal has been borrowed, and the Association of Southeast Asian Nations and the United States have prepared a major offensive.]

I don't think there was a shortage of attacks.

So what's the problem?

Subjugation of Class G monsters on the east coast of the United States was successful.

The Awakened Force and the U.S. Navy were devastated at the time, but they managed to defeat the beast.

On the assumption that he prepared a similar power again, it was clear that Lee Jun-seok would be able to increase his odds by more than 50 percent.

I gave my thoughts to Park Jung-ah.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: Then it's worth canceling. 50 percent is not a high odds. Isn't there enough casualties? Isn't there a chance we can call off the raid and take our next chance?]

Is that so?

Is it because I take risks and sacrifices too lightly?

“Of course, you crazy body. In that sense, it's too much to constantly force work with less than a 10 percent success rate. ”

“You're not going to die anyway. ”

You send a message ignoring the traitor's ambition.

[Lee Ho-jae, 60th Floor: Do you have any more information about the attack on a Class G monster in the eastern United States?]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: Nothing. What we do know is the amount of data published in the press. No further information has been given about the Class G monster.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: What's the Academy Line?]

[Jung Wook, 90th Floor: I just got the same information that was released to the press.]

Academy line.

After the discovery of the existence of the tutorial, the ROK government established special elite educational facilities while mandatory physical training and combat training for all citizens.

The government, in particular, began training people with good physical ability and judgement for the tutorial.

Of course, there is no guarantee that the Academy's trainees will enter the tutorial on time.

Much better than not doing anything dazzled.

In fact, sometimes the Academy's trainees come to the tutorial.

These trainees know more information than the press release, and they also remember messages to inform challengers in the tutorial.

[Jung 'a Park, 90th Floor: First off, I'll send out a message to the people who are clearing this car wanting information about a Class G monster.]

Joon-suk Lee's failure is a pretty serious problem.

Everyone else has a Class G Awakening. Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, it's just a tactic prepared by thinking, "Cancel it," but Lee Jun-seok will be different.

Before going outside, Lee Jun-seok assured me that he could hunt a class G monster on his own.

That's what I thought.

If we believed in the data of the Class G monster known to us, it was possible.

Lee Jun-seok gave up the attack.

Why is that?

What if the data we had wasn't real?

In fact, there were more sacrifices than we know.

Or if the success of the attack itself is false.

How to determine the risk of a class G monster.

There are no criteria.

The power of a class G monster cannot be surmised unless the reference point for the previous attack has been unreliable.

I cleared my mind.

The conclusion was that we had to wait for new information to come in.

grounds for Lee Jun-seok's abandonment of the attack.

Accurate data of Class G monsters.

Not enough information.

As always.

After finishing my worries, I suddenly felt strange.

Lee Jun-seok cleared the tutorial and went out.

And to hear about Lee Jun-seok.

It felt really strange.

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Jung 'a, how old are we now?]

[Jung-ah, 90th floor: 29.]

[Hojae Lee, 60th Floor: Huh? You're over 30 now, too?]

[Jung-ah, 90th floor: I haven't counted since I was 29 years old, so 29.]

That's a ridiculous force.

* * *

After chatting with Park Jung-ah for a while, I closed the message window.

At the end of the break, you look at the alter ego.

I was still on the ground, reading a novel.

“Aren't you working? ”

“Let's rest a little longer. No, can't we just take the rest of the day off? ”

I don't want to work so bad.

“I don't want to work, I really think I'm going to die. ”

I lay on the floor of my room, shaking my non-lethal legs and kicking my tongue.

“Yeah, let's practice magic. You get caught up by dragons. ”

“I don't care if they catch me. 용용이 is not as ruthless as you, so even if you are stronger than me, you will take good care of me. ”

I can't believe I just said that.

I really do.

The word "enhancement" is very important to me

I basically like to improve through effort.

And I can't stand being left behind by others.

In addition, I hate spending boring and boring time without any work.

You always have to do something to relax.

The identity of the renegade was based on my personality.

It is precisely my memory within the tutorial and my personality formed based on it.

If you don't know much about the outside of the tutorial and only have intense memories inside, it is natural to hang on to training more.

Nevertheless, the reason for his lack of improvement was clear.

It's a refusal to evolve.

Even the personality that is shaped to make improvements matter, if you force and force others to do so.

As soon as it's born into the world.

You're gonna have to say no.

“I'll call Yong-yong. It's dinnertime already, let's eat together. ”

Seeing the self-immolated man heading to the lab exit, I also felt a sense of confusion.

And I'm sorry.

Today I don't know why I remember being so sorry.

The walking self-immolator stops walking and turns his head toward me.

“Why, do you have something to say? ”

I closed my link and thought, but my emotions leaked out again.

“Or not. ”

I turned my back and opened my mouth to the one walking.

I felt like I wouldn't be able to say it if I didn't say it now.

“I'm sorry about that. ”

His footsteps stopped.

I had to turn my gaze away from the back that stopped.

I touched my chin or nose for no reason because I was embarrassed.

After a brief silence, you finally hear a voice speaking the answer.

“That's enough to know. ”

He opens the door of the lab and adds a word.

“It's too late for apologies, you bloody fox. ”

Then, boom, the lab closed the door and left.

The embarrassment did not stop.

Before he closed the door, his feelings for me were not unpleasant or angry.

It was warmer and brighter than that.

I was really embarrassed.

I thought about it for a moment, and sent a telepath.

Thank you very much.

My brother admires the characters in fantasy novels.

Lee Hoch replied shortly.

[I mean it, stop it.]