The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: When did you go to 80th floor again? The guy from the 60th floor.]

It came out yesterday, but it was still slow enough for 80 floors.

To be honest, it wouldn't have taken half a day if the reunion and wishes with Kirikiri were not enjoyed by Dragon Dragon and Hotch on stage raids.

[Jung Wook, 90th Floor: No… By the way, you stopped the tutorial. Is that even possible?]

If I ask you if it's possible to stop myself, it's impossible.

All I could do was give Kirikiri my wish and stop.

I explained this to Park Jung-ah.

He stopped the tutorial stages with a wish that he had made with his manager before.

He explained roughly why he had stopped and what was to come.

She already knew about it, but never explained it in detail.

[Jung Wook, 90th Floor: Yes... Well, it's not as convincing as the eyes, but let's say so. What about me?]

[Hojae Lee, 80th Floor: Huh?]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: I can't go out like this.]

Of course I said that.

I can't enter the stage, but there's no way I can clear 100 floors and get out.

[Lee Ho-jae, 80th floor: I'm going to ask you to do something about it. I want you to stay here for a few more years. I need to take care of the remaining challengers, and I need someone to take care of Yeon-hee.]

Actually, I didn't tell Park Jung-ah beforehand because of this request.

In case I leave first.

He appointed Yeon-hee Lee as an apostle, and on the 60th and 61st floors there are sufficient guards against outside invasion.

But I was still worried.

I needed someone to take care of Yeon-hee's mental health for a while.

Of course, Park did not support my plan.

I didn't like it.

“Dad, what are you doing? ”

용용이가 approaching.

It must have been a lot of grief that Hochy was so eager to comfort him because of the death of the shrimp.

I raised my hand to cover the dragon's eyes.

There was swearing in the message window.

It was not a vocabulary to show the child.

[Jung Wook, 90th Floor: Did you really try to make me old and virgin and die?]

Misunderstanding.

Challengers don't age easily or die easily.

Especially in a tutorial.

And I didn't intend to leave her here long enough to die of old age in the tutorial.

Hotch looked over my shoulder at the message window and took Dragon away.

It looks like they're going to see the corpse of the Wriggles.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: Then there will be no more Awakenings, so what should I do?]

[Lee Ho-jae, 80th floor: It's okay, I'm going out.]

In my words, Park Jung-ah was annoyed that she was going to burst from the vase and die.

But it's true. What can I do?

As long as I left, I didn't need a new Awakener.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: Let's not tell anyone about this. Just between us, let's explain the unexpected to others. The others won't find out anyway. You won't even be able to ask the managers since you can't enter the stage.]

[Hojae Lee, 80th Floor: I'm okay to know.]

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: I'm not okay! Me!]

As Park Junga said, I decided not to tell anyone.

You can tell Kim Min-hyuk later.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: I retired and took a break, and now I'm back to work, damn it.]

[Hojae Lee, 80th Floor: Just a little more effort. First of all, take good care of Yeon-hee. Like you did to me before.]

Call every day, fight, curse.

We argued over useless things with each other, but Park kept in touch.

I didn't give up, and I tried to talk to him every time.

At that time, fighting with Park Jung-ah was the only interaction with others.

Thanks to you, I was able to see that I was still alive.

Thanks to you, I was able to endure the most difficult times.

Park Junga abused me for a long time and eventually promised to take care of Yeon-hee as I said.

Unlike before, he was always getting harsher and hysterically irritated, but there were some parts that remained no different from before.

[Jung Wook, 90th floor: I don't owe you anything. I paid you back.]

The debt was cleared a long time ago.

I replied to her.

* * *

“Huh?”

“Huh?"

Kirikiri looked at me curiously.

“Well."

“Have you ever disassembled it? Experiments?”

“I've never done it. ”

“… Huh? ”

Why are you looking at me like that?

What a surprise that I didn't dissect the corpse of a monster.

“Well... I thought I would. ”

Kirikiri scratches his nose and says,

In fact, I thought about taking the body from the source.

But what I felt in that corpse was so insignificant.

Kirikiri nods with a convincing look, as if that were the case.

“I can do that. It's a forgery and a failure. ”

What are you talking about?

I asked Kirikiri to explain.

“You know everything that was on stage was real, and it was real, right? ”

Of course I knew.

You nod.

“The 80th floor is a bit unusual. It was based on what happened, but it wasn't until the monster stopped moving. ”

In other words, a monster is different from the fact that it stopped moving and broke its shell in there.

“Coming out of a monster's shell was a lot different than coming out of a stage. And it couldn't be brought back as it really was, or replaced with a plausible replica. ”

It was irreplaceable.

Surprisingly.

“That's it, popping out of a monster? ”

The gods of the vaccine that made the tutorial couldn't even copy it?

Gods that held one world in every stage.

I could not easily accept that there were limits to their design.

“What came out of it was the same as your case. As in all cases. ”

Kirikiri made an example of me.

“I have regained my senses, as you overcame your origins, and have begun to wield powers beyond compare. He jumped at the speed of light. ”

I was able to understand some of what Kirikiri said.

The Spirit King said he could reach the source of his personality.

When you gain the source, you gain great power, but when you overcome it, you gain strength, not just power.

Then I could understand why the vaccine didn't reproduce the monster or mimic it.

The creature that appeared on the 80th floor stage would eventually become more and more democratic.

If it is possible to create it as a counterfeit, the vaccine will be able to take a picture of itself as a commodity.

“What's the difference?"

“Huh?"

In my question, Kirikiri asked with a fierce look on his face.

I asked too many questions.

I was used to asking this rough question to Kirikiri.

It was convenient for Kirikiri to read and answer my thoughts on his own.

But now Kirikiri can no longer see my thoughts.

It was good, but there was some discomfort.

“You said it was like me, the monster. But it wouldn't have made a difference. ”

“Hing, right, there was a difference. ”

Kirikiri smiles and explains what's cool.

“In your case, you overcame the source of desire. The creature on the 80th floor was freed from desire only after feeding on a few planets. There's got to be a difference. Even if you lose desire like that, that rationality will still find desire. The quality is worse. ”

Definitely worse quality.

I have no choice.

It means it's out of its source's desire, but its purpose is the same as before.

With more power, more power, more reason.

I've been thinking about the monster from the source quite a bit.

I had never felt a crisis from it, and the source of my perception was a game that the gods sought to gain their power.

It was all because the monster from the source couldn't stay rational.

No matter how powerful an enemy without reason is, it cannot escape the level of prey.

But if you have reason.

“What is the level of intelligence? ”

“Being the source meant that it was part of civilization. Quite an advanced civilization. It's roughly the same level as the civilizations featuring the tutorial stage. ”

Well, that's terrible.

“Now do you understand why I told you I had to clear the stage and leave? ”

Kirikiri excitedly asked.

I guess he was a little disappointed that he didn't trust his advice.

“Yes, I know it's important because of you. Okay, cake. ”

I bought a cake for Kirikiri.

Taking into consideration the dragons and hoches that were playing with Cesse next door, I bought him a cake that was bigger than usual.

Of course, Dragon and Hotch came.

Kirikiri refused Yong and Hoch's request to eat cake together.

Of course, Yong Yong and Hotch started eating cake, whether Kirikiri refused or not.

Kirikiri was forced to eat the cream cake by hand without fork alone in return for his immense refusal.

I watched him for a while and cleared my mind.

The information I found was very important.

There is a creature that overcomes its origins and becomes violent.

There are people who are moving with reason at the peak of monsters.

I used to think it was strange.

One day, monsters appeared on Earth, and an air raid started.

The irrational monsters appeared at one time and even swarmed.

Strange configurations that seem to move in unison with different kinds of monsters.

Monsters sometimes appear organized.

There were numerous hypotheses about such monsters.

I can think of a few things right now.

‘The passageway to the monsters' strongholds has opened, and the monsters have suddenly become restless. ’

‘Even monsters have the cognitive capacity to recognize their own kind. ’

‘It is primitive, but can communicate with each other. ’

‘Humans didn't find out, but even monsters breed through mating. ’

‘Monsters are hatched from nowhere. ’

There were a variety of hypotheses, but if I added one more fact, I could convince quite a lot.

A rational person is training and directing monsters.

I turned my head and saw that Kirikiri and Yong Yong were eating cake hard because Hotch was attached.

Rather than being peaceful and friendly, it was a competitive and very intense atmosphere.

At least one mouth was pierced into each other's mouths to eat more cake.

I wanted to ask you more questions, but first I decided to wait for Kirikiri to finish his cake.

* * *

“Usually referred to as the finisher or the ruler. ”

“Targeting?”

“Selfish.”

It was a profound expression.

Only after they were consumed by desire, counting down, and devouring the life of a sheep can the monsters who have reclaimed Izzie claim to be.

“The gods? They're just gonna leave them alone? ”

“Yes... ”

Kirikiri nods depressingly.

I asked for an explanation.

“The range of activities is so wide that it's hard to get to. The gods who are tied to your realm do not give you an easy excuse. Most of all, even if we run into each other like that, we can't guarantee our victory. ”

I couldn't speak to Kirikiri for a moment.

For a moment I thought I heard it wrong.

“No guarantee of victory? How is that possible? ”

“They became gods, too. ”

Kirikiri replies.

They've also become gods.

What is the most needed thing to become a god?

Identity as a god, self-discipline for it, faith through the support and trust of all peoples.

I could think of so many conditions, but the most important was also one.

Overwhelming power.

On the 57th floor, and on the 61st floor, I was able to draw faith from people only because I had the power.

My personality or personality would not even be considered by people.

Only power became the fundamental reason for faith.

Monsters that devour all visible batsmen for more power may be able to draw faith from others for more power.

They must have reason, knowledge, strength and temperament to do so.

Suddenly, I had an idea in my head.

I asked Kirikiri, hoping not.

“Is there a god in the Manchurian temple? ”

“There is.”

Goddamn it.

“What about the vaccine?”

“There is.”

This has got to be fucked up real bad.