Volcanic Spirit

Four perforated hematocysts.

Lee Hwon hasn't done anything for three days.

I just waited for time, shivering in the cold, instead of twisting my blanket.

He knows the psychology, and his inner workings also existed.

But I did nothing amazingly.

I just wasted time.

Even though the cold air stabbed the bone, I endured it.

In order to learn the perforated hematocyst properly, however, had to endure.

"Ugh."

Lee Hwon opened Sunyudong's door and stepped out.

This is the way to escape from hardships.

The blessings of the whole world were not enough.

But the world outside the door was no different than three days ago.

"Oh, sir! It's raining."

It's winter rain.

Lee Hwon headed for the political affairs officer wearing a blanket that had been used up.

"Oh! That's Lee Hwon."

"You've already come out? You're doing fine, even though you beat Won."

Lee Hwon and Won Ji-hwi's secret dance.

It was such a small game that not only the volcanic waves but also the entire lake could not be affected. It was like a heaven-sent opening for the first-degree government officials.

Lee Hwon stopped while walking down the street.

Then the babble died down at once.

"You look angry."

"You could have been offended because you're on a different level from us."

But the reality was different.

'Where was my lodging?'

This is the first time in 20 years.

Lee Hwon flashed a cool look through the blankets.

And beckoned the least dwarfed official.

"Uh, uh?"

"Hello."

"Huh?"

"My room."

Guan Do took the lead with a puzzled look on his face.

All sorts of grumbling were stuck behind Lee Hwon's back.

"Pfft! Are you already showing off?"

"I'm saying I'm gonna start the car. What is it?"

That's a relief.

The unlucky one was better than the stupid who couldn't find a room.

Guan-do, after guiding Yi Hwon to the room, said, looking at him like a dog in need of poop.

"Well, can I help you?"

"What's your name?"

"Paintings, please."

I don't remember.

However, the name alone shows that it is a poor official with a background.

There's nothing more to be seen if you're the seventh member of the Yang family.

Yang Chil smiled awkwardly and said,

"The next room is my room, so let me know if you need anything."

"Yes, go."

He stood on the threshold and hesitated for a moment.

"I think he's a good guy. It hasn't been long since I joined the military, so I don't have any close friends. But first you talk to him,······."."."

"Go."

The moment Yi Hwon became alone, he threw his wet blanket and threw himself into the bed.

"Ah! It's warm. It's warm. You warmth is real!"

As the warmth from the brazier deepened, the eyelids began to close.

'Oh, that's good.

The more I closed my eyes, the more my life passed before my return.

After going back to the volcano, it was sold as a slave, and the bodies were removed from the strange dumping ground. Life hasn't changed much since I became a master. Always looked around, wary of strangers. It wasn't long before I could sleep on my bed. There was almost no peaceful day when Samahoe was treated and there was no hindsight.

However, it was different after the return.

No one was after Lee Hwon, and his whole body was full of vitality.

I wish I could live as I am now.

'I'm just living on Mount Charari, 화산.'.'.'.'.'

At that moment, Lee Hwon's eyes opened wide.

This isn't right?

I don't know the details of what will happen in the Gangho area, but I've heard it vaguely across the street. In addition, his legs were fine unlike before, and it was possible to perform the prosthetic techniques in a stylish manner.

"There's a way open for me to do anything better than anyone."

That's what buries bones in a volcano?

It was chilling and snorting.

Which is faster, being the disciple of a volcano or being the first man in the world through a perforated hematopoeia?

"The latter, I guess."

If you become the first person in the world, you won't have to worry about the study and you will be able to drink as much as you want.

In this life, you're really going to be dead.

Lee Hwon warmed up with a relish.

the head of a river

"Now! Then let's starve."

*

As always, the first lady was looking at the data of the government offices with a kind expression.

"Yes, what did you ask to see me for?"

said the Qin Mu-gwanju, frowning as if he had waited.

"It's been five days since the closure of Gakju, Sunyudong, was closed. But Lee Hwon, he's still not cleaning up the back eight. This is the act of refusing to deal with the glass sword Yoo. Get him out of here right now. ··."."···."."."

The initial angle showed the palm of the hand.

"Private opinion later. What does the political official think about this?"

Unlike the powerful Jinmu Gwanju, Yang Tong-ju, the head of the political affairs bureau, had a tearful face.

"I'm afraid Lee Hwon might be caught. Ever since I came out of Seonyudong, I've stopped singing."

The initial angle narrowed the middle of the forehead.

The initial pavilion was operated with support for volcanic waves and donations from government officials. Hana's support was for daily necessities such as wooden swords and military uniforms, and all of the building's repair and living expenses were covered by donations.

Therefore, government offices have also joined hands in the operation.

I trained in the morning, plowed the fields in the afternoon, and memorized the scriptures in the evening. That's why the government officials wouldn't worry about food, even if they didn't know anything else.

But I can't believe you stopped growing.

"Didn't you have a real meal for five days?"

"I drink only a little water from the tide. You've been turning into a tree branch in a few days. In fact, he offered to clean up the back eight, but I dissuaded him. I'm afraid I'll clear the invoice if I make a mistake in this weather."

The political official sighed and explained.

He seemed to shed tears if he appeared to appeal to the public.

The true princess expressed disapproval.

Won-hwi was still in bed. I have to take care of my knees for one season because of a broken knee. Even myocardial vein had a problem. If things go wrong, they might have to walk on crutches until they graduate from the elementary school.

"My disciple, Won Won-hui, is already a return note! The punishment is already weak, and rumors are rampant in the Jinmugwan. But I'm afraid I'm going to postpone my punishment because I'm worried about the guy who cut himself off!"

The first footnote dissuaded Jinmu Gwanju once more.

"Wait! Does Lee Hwon know the state of Won Hwi?"

The political official nodded.

"Yes, I told him as soon as I got out of Sunyudong. He must be deeply reflecting on himself. In the first place, he wasn't even good enough to make the cost whistle like that. You must have been in a lot of trouble because you had a bad accident."

"What the hell is that? Heart trouble."

The Qin Mu-ju hit his chest and was frustrated.

However, the supercarved wine drooped without much response.

"Hmm, was that so?"

"What?"

When I became a disciple of my hometown a long time ago, I did a death penalty and a military service. Of course, the death penalty was for me. But I didn't know that, and I got drunk on the mood and hurt the death penalty."

"Oh, no. Footnotes. Just a moment."

Despite Jinmu Gwanju's dissuasion, Cho Do-gakju continued to speak in a calm tone as if remembering the past. And as if he had become a singer, the political leader responded by adding chimes whenever the first lady took a break.

"Oh, my. The footnote must have been very concerned."

"I did. I was punished, but I didn't feel comfortable. The death penalty was still in bed. Since then, the rice has not been handed over until the death penalty is fully cured. It was like chewing grains of sand, drinking muddy water. Maybe Lee Hwon, that's what he's doing."

“······.”

He opened his eyes as if he had been struck by lightning, and could not speak.

"I'm so ashamed."

The political official continued his words with tears in his eyes.

"My disciple cut off the grain with that kind of heart, but he didn't even notice it."

The Qin Mu-ju gave a false laugh.

Did you two plan this? It fits so well.'

The first footnote continued.

"Lee Hwon had a good sense of judgment. One thing, the body couldn't keep up with the inside. I think I've developed a disease in my mind because my mind and body have been in discord, so please comfort me."

"A footnote! That's how you do it."

The chief political officer replied in a loud voice.

"Oh, thank you! Footnotes. I'll comfort you. I will not forget your consideration. I always appreciate the attitude that I learn a lot."

"Well, well."

The supercarrier clapped her hands.

"That's nice of you. It's worked out well, so everyone go back. It's almost evening self-reflection time."

*

one's first fast.

Lee Hwon didn't even have the strength to lift a spoon.

'Oh! I'm really going to die.'

So the mouth was full of smiles.

At last all the conditions were in place to enter the perforated hematocyst. He sat with his legs crossed and began to recite the chastity of a perforated helix.

The inner workings of the Danjeon wriggled.

At that moment the body screamed.

The body cannot survive the weather breakfast itself because of the suspension of the acrobatic cycle. Under normal circumstances, he would have suffered from the mouth of a coin and become a human being.

Lee Hwon, however, left behind the scream of the body and was absorbed in the air-conditioning system. Finally, the history of the Danjeon swung through the veins.

The pain doubled.

It's as if one's body is being torn.

Then a strange thing happened.

The internal organs that were circling through the veins began to disperse into the four white seas. The body forced its way into life. As a result, the inner workings that should have returned to the Danjeon gradually disappeared while circling the blood veins.

One strand, another strand.

The inner workings of the half-power slowly laid bare the bottom.

'More, more, more!'

Finally, there was not a single stroke left in the Danjeon.

The feeling of satiety in the lower abdomen turned into emptiness.

On the other hand, Lee Hwon's complexion gradually brightened up.

The process of a blood-related wheel that constantly swings its inner space into the blood like a wheel has been completed.

솨a

And as if to prove it, Lee Hwon's eyes flashed reddish once.

"Ha."

the tenth day of regression

Finally, he entered the perforated helix.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun