Volcanic Spirit

One. Regression. That's the best!

Lee Hwon is dead.

I took fifteen people with me as I wanted.

Regardless of the result, the process of living itself has been hard work.

So it would be no exaggeration to say that you booked the front seat of the carriage to hell.

It was okay, though.

This is the life of drinking and killing without desire.

I felt relieved because I had no regrets.

Wait!

Maybe it's because he had a chat with his bald head before he died.

Unexpected lingering feelings caught my ankle.

Deokgu.

Yes, Ban Deok-gu.

Three dumplings owed to him.

It was a bit of a pity that he couldn't pay it back.

'How long should I stay like this?'

It's past time for something, whether it's the angel of death or the time has come.

But at that moment, he didn't come, and I felt an unexpected sensation.

The wind blew, and the skin was cool.

Nobody knows what happens after death, but this is weird.

Then came someone's cry in the wind.

"Honggak! He's from Sanyang, and he's in his second year! I'm a political officer! Route 16!"

No matter whose cry it was, it was full of power to listen. With each word hung up and raised their voices, people would wonder who stood on the "Red Edge."

By the way, I don't know why the introductory phrase is so familiar.

I rummaged through the comforts of hazy memories.

There's nothing to do anyway.

And Dap appeared on the surface of his memory as if he had been waiting.

'It's me.'

Sure enough, someone's cry reached the climax.

"Yee! Hwon!"

Lee Hwon opened his eyes unconsciously.

At that moment, an unimaginable scene unfolded before my eyes.

The center of hell, where the wind blows.

Daeracheon Stream, where fresh and new people play.

It wasn't where I expected it to be.

"What is this?"

Lee Hwon blinked his eyes, standing below the stage at waist level.

"Hey! What is it? Bimu-ji-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Get up!"

Someone pushed his back with all his might.

"You're dead, and you're not on stage?"

Do we have to fight hell to win these days?

Mumbling nonsense, he climbed the stairs.

But even though it was his own body, he was strangely slow.

Instead, as soon as he got on the stage, his vision widened.

Dozens of flags fly over the judge who introduced himself. And the faces of those who sat under it and made solemn expressions were unfamiliar.

However, their costumes were so familiar that they were imprinted on their souls.

'Here, ···.'.''

Lee Hwon looked around the stage with his eyes wide open.

Five peaks stood up like fingers, with beautiful mountains encircling them like folding screens.

And two clear letters engraved on the flag.

'It's a volcano.

Then came a threatening voice from under the stage.

"Hey! Stop looking around. Don't even make a stupid face. "Are you going to put a dent in the political officer's name?"

Lee Hwon's face was firm when he saw a middle-aged man who was only saying what he wanted to say.

It's someone I know.

But isn't he dead a long time ago?

"You're the head of the State Affairs Bureau."

"Hey, hey! Did you just call my name? An official calls the name of an official."

Lee Hwon let out the irritation of his bucket.

'A third-rate weed-like bastard who treats irrigation as a moneylender.'

Such a man is talking before his eyes.

A sense of reality has been washed up like a tidal wave.

'So this is the monthly ritual held by the initial public offering.'

an initial angle

It was the place where Yi Hwon had been until he escaped from the volcanic waves twenty years ago.

The initial angle is a training organ created by volcanic waves.

And each month, a similar level of ducts were matched and scored. Among them, the upper class was entitled to become a disciple of volcanic waves.

It was called a monthly rain check.

At this point, it is certain that it has returned to the past.

'That too, ····.'.''

It wasn't a day or two, it was 20 years ago.

Lee Hwon's head turned tense from the moment he realized he was alive. If it was Bimu, who said that Yangtong would encourage government officials, it would have been a year-end non-movie event to wrap up the year.

Lee Hwon's eyes began to fluctuate as if he had met a storm.

'Then my opponent!'

The more the confusion was cleared up, the more emotions rose.

It was anger.

Intense as lava; endless as a tidal wave.

Lee Hwon stared at the front.

Just in time, the judge was introducing the boy who climbed the blue stone board at the opposite corner.

"Audience! A member of the Wonyoung Inquiry, you're in your second year! Officer Jin! Tubular Number Oho!"

The judge lengthened his words and drew attention.

'Won Ga-hwi.'

The judge induced applause and gave a scolding.

"One! Go! Whee!"

Lee Hwon's lips slowly went up.

It was joy that spread like squeezing the heart out after confusion and anger.

A word was spattered out as if it had been chewed it out.

"I never thought I'd see that bastard again until he died."

*

Yi Hwon's familiar perforated helix was not a part of the political faction from its name. The method of building and utilizing the inner workings was also against common sense.

But Lee Hwon fits as well as his own clothes.

Just breathing seemed to increase achievement.

But until the moment he died, he could not achieve a perforated helix.

In his lifetime, his achievements were nothing but a castle.

Despite his military exploits, which seemed to have been made for Yi Hwon, he could not cross the wall of Palseong Fortress.

Because he was lame.

Further growth was almost impossible because the company could not properly train its emergency skills.

So Lee Hwon tried hard to fix his legs.

The prominent lawmakers, who visited with the spirit tablets, shook their heads. The muscle vein of the knee was torn, and as time passed, only the story that complete recovery was impossible was repeated. He kicked his tongue, saying that there would have been a way if he came here when he first got hurt.

A bolt out of the blue.

It was the feeling when Lee Hwon heard it.

Didn't the lawmaker who treated him at the volcano boast that he only had broken bones and no other injuries?

That's why it moved as usual from the day the bones were attached.

I came across it after a long time.

the relationship between the cost and the member of Parliament

In other words, Lee Hwon's previous life was no less than a start when he was severely staggered by the cost.

"One. Go. Whee."

He recalled his name in a different way than the umpire.

While reciting only three letters, the miserable youth passed by like a lantern.

Won Ji-hwi also gave off a fierce look as if responding to Lee Hwon's recitation.

I didn't know in my previous life.

His eyes were full of life.

'It smells like blood.'

The judge looked alternately at the two and shouted with a grin.

"The secret dance of Yi Hwon, the 16th president of the State Affairs Office, and Won Won Won-hwi, the official of the Jinmugwan!"

He lengthened his tongue like a habit and then gave it his best shot.

"Start!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Lee Hwon ran bravely like a predator seeking prey.

'Huh?'

But isn't it too slow?

Everything was slow except that both legs were moving intact.

He belatedly realized that he had returned to the past.

Yi Hwon was not the supreme master who was called the Night Festival or Chumara and scared everyone. He was a regular government official who belonged to the lower rank even within the initial angle.

Therefore, it is a mistake to narrow the distance.

As soon as Lee Hwon was about to slow down, Won Won-hwi rushed in as if he had been waiting.

Hush! Hush!

The shape of pushing both feet with a zigzag seemed to show a technique. As soon as his distance with Lee Hwon narrowed, he pulled out a wooden sword and cut it sideways.

Argh!

a sharp cut

If you get hit like that, your bones will be cracked.

However, the movement was so big that there was enough room to avoid it.

It is right to retreat in common sense.

However, Lee Hwon rather narrowed the distance between Won and Hwi.

Hehehehehe!

After trying to cut it, Won tried to fly straight and stabbed Lee Hwon's space three times. As a result, the position was subtly changed, as if the two had joined forces.

The audience cheered.

One had a cold sweat on Lee Hwon's back.

If he had backed out without approaching, he would have had to pick up three stabs with his body.

On the other hand, Won Ji-hwi opened his eyes and gnashed his teeth.

"Ha! A rat. You're a little crab who avoids the wheel-up?

He deserved to be bossy.

Lee Hwon of this period could not beat Won Won-hwi even when he woke up.

'And then I woke up.

Lee Hwon gathered his breath.

As time went by, the previous life's experience was overlaid.

Won Won-hwi must have thought he was afraid to see Lee Hwon hesitating.

"Crazy! I was so excited that I almost finished it at once. This isn't enough, considering that you've been bothering me all this whole time. I will engrave the difference in status on your soul."

He continued his words with a chuckle from his superiors.

Lee Hwon has a full-length picture of Won-hwi without wavering.

'It's impossible to be strong right now.

Therefore, he was the first to calmly grasp his current status. If you can tell what you can't do and what you can't do, it's as easy as breaking a chopstick.

"Get a blow for now!

The cost-whistle was all the rage.

His sword is Hwaryun Sword, the representative martial art of Wonyeong Inspection. The main point was to draw a circle like a wheel and use centrifugal force to continue the herbivore like a whip.

Didn't Lee Hwon already monopolize all the salaries of Won Young-gum's inspection to avenge Won Won-hwi in his previous life? Unfortunately, he died early and could not take revenge.

'From this second to the fourth.'

No matter how much Won Ji-hwi had a poisonous mind, he was a little better than his peers. As a result, the gap between herbivores and herbivores was clearly visible.

'Shoulder.'

However, the current Lee Hwon lacked the speed to attack his shoulder.

'Side.'

It was not going to be a big blow due to lack of physical strength.

If you make a mistake, you may be driven to the opposite side.

'If it leads to four seconds, it's standard to link it to six seconds!'

Lee Hwon ignored the gap and straightened his posture.

As expected, Won Won-hwi's wooden sword was lowered by splitting the wind.

Yi Hwon avoided the sword lightly with his head gesture.

'Now I'm stabbing now.

Sure enough, he pulled on the wooden sword and stabbed it as hard as he could.

As a right-handed person, the left side is wide open.

Lee Hwon put his left flank on his knee as if he had been waiting. Twenty years of knowledge, wit, and unbalanced knees were stuck in the side.

Bugak!

The slightest sound of rupture was enough to compensate.

Elbows and knees are always the best.

Won-hwi faltered with his eyes glaring as if he could not believe it.

"Ah, how did you, ·······. How dare you touch my body?"

A confused look, a groan that emanates through the teeth.

It all boosted Lee Hwon.

Ha! Regression, that's the best!’

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun