The trainees laid themselves on top of Park Jin-sung as if they were clay.
"F, JIN SUNG is not falling down!"
"Why isn't it falling down?""
"Don't be ridiculous! There are seven people hanging here!"
Park Jin-sung endured the trainees' attack with only two legs and waist strength.
"Hey, hehe. This is light, you son of a gun."
It was pressure to seriously worry about using Idea secretly. However, I didn't want to come all the way here
and join the ranks of the ugly executives for no reason.
"Oh, my! I'd rather faint than do that!"
"What's this?!" I'm talking to myself all of a sudden!"
"I guess it's time to die! Stop nagging and just press it!"
For a while, Park Jin-sung's talking to himself and the trainees' quarrel continued.
There was quite a lot of war on the subject of persistent body attachment. Women who love BL blushed,
forgetting that Park Jin-sung was a snout killer.
"Ugh."
It was simply a miracle that Park Jin-sung did not fall.
It was largely due to the right balance between the left and right of the trainees.
In addition, the lower body, which had gone beyond the limit and hardened completely, was embedded in the
ground like iron chopsticks. "Your legs..." At this rate, rather than falling, it will crack from the femur.
Most of the people who knew Park Jin-sung's situation were impatient because they could not stop him.
A scene where seven people stick to a dying child, and 200 people surround it....
"JINSUNG, go!"
The 10th platoon leader, who cheered for Park Jin-sung at the burst of his voice, was still the kind of person
who hoped Park Jin-sung would not give up.
After the 10th platoon leader sighed heavily, he tried to make a suggestion to the principal.
"Danger! Battalion commander, 10th platoon leader. I have something to tell you."
"Hmm? What's going on with me, platoon leader 10?"
He is a platoon leader who has lost his voice since the plague incident.
Either way, he's not an incompetent man who left his students in the depths of evil.
As a principal, I wanted to give better teachers to soldiers who will become the second Ahn Sung-ho squad in
the future.
"Leader."
"Try to speak quickly."
The 10th platoon leader, who read the principal's expression, was slightly intimidated. But he bravely
continued his offer.
"Captain, why don't you call Idea again?"
"Dismissed. Go back to your seat, platoon ten."
"No matter how autonomous it is, lynching one person in a group doesn't look good. And in the minds of the
soldiers."
"Whoa! What a bunch of lynching! It's a must for an overwhelmingly strong opponent."
"Are you saying that Jinseong is the strongest one?""
"Simalseo..."
"Didn't you hear it well?"
"You're talking a lot! Just write a written test! 10th platoon leader! As soon as the guerrilla training is over!"
Anyone could tell that Park Jin-sung was about to collapse soon.
If the second hand moves a little harder, the principal's painting will finally be completed.
Beep!
The principal sent a text he had written in advance.
(Reporters, PDs, magazine directors, local influential people and a group of 30 people)
I prepared the best picture.
You can slowly enter.
Go, go, go!
Cell phones vibrating at irregular intervals predicted a climax in a few moments.
"Blowing."
It was deeply regrettable that Kim Se-yeon and Byun Ki-young were eliminated.
It was the result of the principal making a mistake with the brush. I didn't expect the soldiers to unite there in
advance.
Whoo-hoo. It doesn't matter. You can say it's a test only for middle-class kids.'
What the principal wants is a fierce battle scene played by Haeundae crew.
After clearing that weird F-class monster, you'll get a good picture for the paper.
The principal stroked his protruding belly.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo."
I felt better when I thought that various media would mention Haeundae.
As soon as Park Jin-sung collapses, he will make an Idea call to create a visually stunning spectacle.
"Now you're the only one who needs to fall down, Park Jin Sung. Whoo. Hurry up and fall down."'
"Oh, my. My legs are numb.."
"That's right. Then you have to faint."'
"Hehe…maybe it's better…?"
"What? Why isn't it falling down again?" Come on, fall down!
"Hehe…it's a little bit hard…. Not a lot, but a little bit."
"Stop making weird exclamations and fall down quickly! Park Jin Sung! What are you doing? If it doesn't
work out for the seven of us, get closer to each other! Argh!!"
The principal, who was overcome by evil, unintentionally expressed his innermost thoughts.
The principal's a moment's pause
Between us!
From the wide open gate, the principal's "my connections" entered.
"Ha ha. Nice to meet you, principal."
"Do I go in now?"
Park Jin-sung's mental power was a little better than the principal's design. Even before Park Jin-sung
collapsed, "my connections" snooped toward the pool.
Oh, my God damn it! No! It's a dorumuk!'
If "my connections" saw Park Jin-sung being lynched, it was certain that the aftermath would be great in a
bad sense. "Hurry up and make an alternative!"
The principal strained the greasy brain.
200 people are holding one person.
If you grind 200 ideas at once, you will be buried without leaving Park Jin-sung behind.
"If you've endured this far in that state, you've endured pretty well, too!" Now rest in peace!'
I wanted you to fall down just in case, but if it doesn't work, if you call IDEA again, that's all.
"From now on, the battalion commander will spread it! All units, summon Idea! Use your ideas and crush
them!!"
"Hmmm... As expected, a person is worth holding out."
Drop, drop, drop!
At the same time as Park Jin-sung collapsed, seven players crushed Park Jin-sung. Thanks to the trainees who
attacked Park Jin-sung, there seemed to be no day to dry the mud.
It's a hamburger party.
The sauce seemed to have been poured all at once.
"Nice to meet you, everyone!"
The battalion commander greeted "my connections" with a good smile.
"Leader! Thank you for your hard work!"
"Whoa! Here we go! From now on, the scenery of our Haeundae-style guerrilla training will unfold!"
"Oh, the hole next to the pool is very interesting. I'll get everything on camera for now."
The director of a famous magazine pressed the recording button, starting with the dignified Ahn Sung-ho.
Oh my god!
The rice bowl served by the trainees was strangely quiet.
The trainees were worried untimely because it was so dry that their saliva was dry.
"Why isn't she responding?" "Isn't JIN SUNG
"Did you take off your bracelet?" Oh! It's heavy! Get out of my way!"
"It's been a while since I took it off! It wasn't there even before I hung on!"
"What? Then what spirit did you have to endure..., What?
"[…partial murder]"
[Partial flesh]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System:
Only some of the powers of [complete murder] manifest itself in combat power.
The more open areas there are, the more difficult it is to control, and the controllability is greatly affected by
the owner's mental power.
The open area reproduces the movement when it was [complete murder] regardless of the owner's will.
Current area: Right hand (variable)
Overall combat capability: A
Flapping!
Of Park Jin-sung's cold body, only his right hand received hot blood flow.
Park Jin-sung, who had already been pushed to the limit, was easily exposed to the slightest provocation.
The desire to kill all of them tried to dig into the temple at once.
"Ugh."
His veins burst to the point where his eyes were burning red.
The tears of blood flowed like a crocodile's tears, and it became a subterfuge.
"F, JIN SUNG is weird"
"It's moving!"
The weight that weighed down Park Jin-sung was still terrifying.
I couldn't get rid of all these people with just one right hand.
"Open Area Variation…. Current Area… The whole right arm...!"
[Partial flesh]
Current part: Right arm (right hand → right arm)
The heat that remained only in the right hand permeated the entire right arm.
Fluttering! Fluttering!
The movement that changed from fal-ttak to pearl-tteok destroyed the trainees' rice bowl at once.
"What? What?"
"Park Jin Sung! Park Jin Sung is moving!""
"Oh, it's heavy. They're terrible people."
Park Jin-sung crawled out of a collapsed hamburger.
It was very bizarre to see him relying on only one right arm. It was as if all the important organs were
concentrated on the right arm.
"Haha."
Even in the form that occurs throughout the winter, there was no vitality at all except for the right arm. The
title of "Zombie Captain" was a perfect match.
Park Jin-sung tilted his posture.
From here to there, it was more like a dead man. but,
"Smile."
Scary!
When Park Jin-sung recited the old-fashioned words, the atmosphere was the opposite of before. The slowly
rising corners of the mouth foretold the end of the mouse cubs biting the cat.
"Ugh, Ugh."
The trainee at the front stepped back without realizing it. The threat I felt for the first time in my life
stimulated my survival instinct.
It was not just the trainees who were overwhelmed by Park Jin-sung.
"Captain, battalion commander! What the hell is that kid!"
"What's his rank?"
The director's camera trembled heavy and fast.
My connections have faced a number of talented people in the region. For those who are proud of their own
insight, Park Jin-sung seemed to be a talented person.
"Hey, guys, hoo, hoo, hoo... That buggy, no, the soldier...."
Therefore, even more so, 'my connections' could hardly believe the words uttered by the principal as he
whispered.
"[Dagger]"
[A short sword]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: F
Overall combat capability: F(?)
"Oh, my!"
One of my connections gave a subtle sigh.
Needless to say both summoned by the dagger was an air level himself, I feel from the air is common sense,
doesn't get far away.
" No, this is the right arm length again."
Truth to nature's right-hand man his elbows up on her left hand. It's like eroding the body in a parasite of his
right arm of shape.
Oh my god!
Ppakyu the even bigger!
" In any case, walks towards ...! "
They gingerly put it with gusto try to position each end of truth to nature. Really was living on the subject,
only the right arm free.
Brutal feeling of nausea even if you have to intend to kill up to his right hand open at once filled.
The entire right arm is not to mention.
"pooh pooh, pooh."
Murderous intent is to auditory hallucinations even sang in the ears of truth to nature. What's your head
already what was even a little woozy.
Get cold feet with dadogyeo and without the students who each other.
The invoices of bars, and a half! Let's attack!"
"Okay! Let's go! Come on!"
"Hehe... how many times do you recite that attack?"
Creeping!
Park Jin-sung's head twisted 90 degrees.
I felt like I was going to carry my body in the 8th grade bottle. As soon as I left my body to the 8th grade
syndrome, I even had the illusion that the world would look beautiful.
I want to be comfortable.
Stupid thoughts pounded Park Jin-sung's cochlea almost like an obsession.
"Hehe. I feel strangely good."'
I felt strangely good even though my muscles screamed and my bones choked.
The signal to kill anyone blindly began to scatter little by little, buried in a pleasant wave.
The beating that rang deep in my head also stopped as if it had ever been.
Sneak!
Park Jin-sung lifted his right arm slowly.
There was a black hole in the center of the palm, but there was no problem in moving. His right arm was also
silent after he hit a big barbecue earlier.
[Partial flesh]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System:
Current expression: Right arm (variable)
* Acquisition part: All right arm
Overall combat capability: A (A ))
"Haha, haha."
Park Jin-sung smiled in vain.
Is it because of the hamburger just now? Did you just hang in there and go over the limit, me?'
He succeeded in keeping his right arm fully under control.
The body was, of course, a mess. Originally, I wondered if I had to overwork my body to strengthen my
mind.
In the meantime, Park Jin-sung was constantly forced to have physical limitations. Since the body had
already been broken for a long time, the role of mental strength was great.
How long did it last?
Park Jin-sung's mental power moved to the next stage at the same time as the murder hit.
"You're not living alone in the world, you're not the main character in the popular fiction."
I can't believe it's only after a moment of desperation.
a speck of enlightenment
"But luck does come if you endure it?"
a small performance of one's tireless efforts
Realization is enlightenment even if it is so small that you can't even get your hands on the other hand,
enlightenment is enlightenment.
Whistle, whistle, whistle!
Park Jin-sung's dagger performed a stunt, not a stunt, on his right hand. The right hand, which increased three
times the amount of exercise, caused the sound of wind to scatter on the dagger.
"Hehe. The black dragon is awake."
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The trainees, who were staring blankly at the dagger dance, ran to Park Jin-sung with their ideas.
It's full from north to south
be between the devil and the devil
a corner that cannot be moved forward or backed down
Fifteen souls attacked Park Jin-sung from top to bottom so that he could not escape.
"Cover it up! Oh!
"Jee, if it's not now.!"
The four-character idiom was appropriate for anyone to use in the situation Park Jin-sung was in. However, it
is themselves who are facing difficulties in the face of the trainees who are sweating cold."
Whistle! Whistle!
The dagger, which had been spinning dizzy, moved its speed to the entire right arm.
As the right arm began to turn vigorously, the doshin painted the traces of high white.
"…can you handle it?"
Crunch! Crunch, crunch!
As many as 15 people were thrown out in the direction they had come.
In that short period of time, Park Jin-sung shattered all the ideas, and the trainees who were left with only
their bodies beat their whole bodies with the back of the sword.
"Laughing!"
"Oh, my." "...."
The advance team, which was stuck on the ground, silenced the remaining 180 preliminary latecomers.