Park Jin-sung, who only smiles at the corners of his mouth, still stood with his head bent 90 degrees. He
stretched his shoulders weakly, but the fierce atmosphere seemed to be visible.
The place where Park Jin-sung stands is like a black dead land, and Park Jin-sung's shadow feels like he is
running away with a three-dimensional effect.
It was too realistic to be a nightmare, too unrealistic to be a reality.
The vision, which had never been experienced before, lingered in the eyes of the trainees.
It was the instinct of the remaining trainees and warned them to leave the pool quickly.
Idea, a partial reproduction of complete murder.
Smiling!
Even if it was just a short story, it was not a pressure for high school students to endure. The same level is
distinctly different.
Park Jin-sung caught the dagger in reverse.
As soon as he tried to hit the ground, a hot beating broke out from the dagger.
"Huh? This is..."
Heart beating! Heart beating!
It was like a heartbeat.
The drum, which wound the entire dagger, gathered in the part of the dagger's blade and disappeared soon.
The beating seemed to have been absorbed toward me.
a dagger with a white sword and a black handle
The dagger's body was stained redder than blood.
[A dagger that sucks blood]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: D ((F )
It absorbs blood from the target and forces the owner to move.
If the minimum conditions for the body to maneuver are met, it can act constantly.
"What...? Ha... Hahahahahahahahahaha!!"
Park Jin-sung laughed as the whole pool went away.
The soul has evolved.
The dagger in Park Jin-sung's hand has turned from an ordinary fruit knife into a fairly good weapon.
The waste that has been determined to be class F has been upgraded to class D recycled waste.
"What is this?"
In theory, the level of the soul could be changed enough. in theory
However, Park Jin-sung was rarely seen around the world.
There were fewer statistics that the soul closer to the extremes evolved.
According to reports in some academia, the lower the grade, the more demeaning yourself, and the higher the
grade, the more complacent and satisfied you are.
"Ha ha. What is this?"
Therefore, there were many cases in which Class D rose to Class C, and there were few changes above or
below. It's a good thing if you put a few + marks on the alphabet.
Most of the ideological educational institutions, including Haeundae, were also aimed at increasing the +
mark in the first place.
"Hehe. I like the ability. It's a weapon that fits the situation, right now, right?"
The performance of the weapon itself was only D-class, but I was satisfied with the chemistry with Park Jinsung. The dodo, who was darker than blood, seemed to smile and smile.
The F-class dagger was originally an idea belonging to a complete murder, a reaction caused by abuse
received as a child.
"This will keep you away from your uncle and aunt.? Maybe he's succeeded in shaking it off a little bit
more.?"
Park Jin-sung quietly gave a monologue.
I wonder how much we're getting out of this guerrilla training.
It succeeded in partially controlling the complete murder, and promoted the dagger to a blood-splitting
dagger.
In other words, it proved that the individual of himself is above the brand of the soul.
It showed that no matter how low the grade is, it can be superior to anyone else, and that the soul itself can
change. "It's not in vain!"
If you roll like me like crazy, you can change your ideology and prove it in many ways!
Yoohoo! Welcome to the historical scene!
"Smile!"
Park Jin-sung recited the words in a cool way.
"...."
The items brought by 'my connections' continued to float the REC mark. Unlike the exhausted owners, they
worked hard on the recording mission.
"Heehee. Shall we take the other one?"
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Park Jin-sung's dagger hit the trainees as he drew a red trajectory.
The beginning of a ruthless slaughter in which no one dies.
The trainees who were still listening to Park Jin-sung's monologue repeatedly collapsed helplessly.
"I said earlier, ah, I said earlier. If you don't want to have a weapon, you're gonna have to get rid of yourself
Park Jin-sung attacked without thinking in his hand. It hurt so much that I could lie down if I was hit, but it
was enough to be cured by a nurse.
Blowing! Blowing!
"Argh! My thighs!""
"G, Save me!""
The first 20 people deliberately poked their thighs with excitement.
Idea, the blood-shed dagger forced Park Jin-sung, who was tired. His eyelids were heavy as if they were
stones, but his body did its part cheerfully.
"Laughing!"
"Shi, no! No! Oh no!
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I told you to run away. "If you don't want to get hit, run away."
D, wielded by Comprehensive Combat Skills A, caused students to react to ADHD. Like ants that lost control
of the queen ant, they bumped into each other and went crazy.
Park Jin-sung leisurely hunted his prey. Never forced the trainees out of the pool.
The trainees who are in pain while crying will bring great fear to other trainees.
"Hee hee... Hee hee hee, hee hee!"
Park Jin-sung splashed blood with a cute laugh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! [F, Hard as a rock!]
[Strong as a rock]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: C
It only becomes as hard as the hardness that people perceive as a rock.
Current absolute hardness: 4.5
Overall combat capability: C
A half-desperate trainee rushed to Park Jin-sung with a stiff body.
"Didn't you see me cutting rocks?"
"But if it's a rock that moves like me, kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk"
a blank slate
It sounded different from the previous trainees because it was a rock
The dagger, which stabbed the thigh of "hard as a rock," sucked blood little by little like a mosquito.
"Oh, my legs!"
He grabbed his thigh and cried hard on the subject of a strong trainee like a rock. Thanks to Idea, you may
not have been properly sick.
Park Jin-sung only sucked blood when his body was sluggish, and the rest only hit the trainees with the back
of a knife.
Punch, punch, punch, punch, punch!
He stabbed again with the handle, and if he lifted his arm and blocked it, he kept hitting his arm until the arm
went down.
"Hee hee hee hee hee!!"
a mere sight of abuse
The hell that has become a body!
If there was a mouth in hell, it would have looked like Park Jin-sung's right arm.
"Ahhhhhaha
"Ugh, Ugh."
The pool was filled with trainees lying on the floor.
"I, I can't do this anymore!"
"Me too! I don't want to do it either!"
"I give up! Please don't hit me!"
The trainees who refused to enter hell declared their voluntary dropout.
Of the 180 remaining people, 60 fell, 20 were conscious, and 100 were given up.
"...."
Park Jin-sung stood silently and appreciated the frightened trainees. Then I slowly turned my head and saw a
zombie stand outside the pool.
There were few members who seemed to be clean as if the strength of the teacher Cho had not returned yet.
It was difficult to identify who was who because the faces were swollen.
Did you take off your bracelet and hit him?'
Then how many times did you hit him?
Park Jin-sung's eyes went to the principal and executives who were shaking their eyes, and "my connections"
who were recording something hurriedly.
"Uh, uhhaha
Executives in unknown fear lowered their eyes first. In particular, the principal could see his legs shaking
from a distance.
"...."
Park Jin-sung moved his eyes again.
The last places I touched were Kim Se-yeon and Ahn Sung-ho.
"Ha!"
Ahn Sung-ho smiled at Park Jin-sung when he heard the combat cap that was covering his eyes. And,
"Kill."
Kim Se-yeon said in a low voice as she made a gesture to cross her neck.
"Smile."
The position has changed in many ways.
This time, let's focus on the 8th grade syndrome.
Creeping!
Park Jin-sung bent his head 90 degrees and limped like a zombie.
Already, the fatigue felt by Park Jin-sung was difficult to maintain the accident. It's just squeezing it out with
a dagger that sucks blood.
"Oh, I'm sorry, everyone. I changed my mind."
"I'm not going to do it!" I'm giving up!"
"Leave us alone!"
"Hehe. Because I'm very tired."
"Are you letting me go? G, I'm alive."
"I'll have to kill you all."
"Huh...?
The trainees who were still corrected made stupid expressions.
The dagger, which had been stopped for a while, began to make a scream again. Whenever the trajectory
appeared red, screams piled up.
"If you can't run away, let's just fight!"
"Shit! Shot that monstrous bastard!" We still have more than 100 people left!"
Park Jin-sung laughed at the trainees who caused even a little anger.
"After all this, are there still belligerent people left? It's amazing."
"All together. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Being belligerent doesn't mean you can't scream. Rather, he screamed more excitedly as he had more stamina
than others.
The sword dance, which was performed with a short dagger, quickly wrapped the entire pool.
"Haha."
The trajectories that painted the pool red only remained in place for a few blinks. Somewhere, there was a
hazy and bizarre aspect like an outstanding work of art.
Sneak.
From the trajectory that first appeared, it disappeared one after another.
However, everyone felt that they disappeared at once, and no one knew that they disappeared in order.
In time,
"Hahaha?"
All the foggy trajectories disappeared cleanly.
Flop... Flop, flop, flop, flop!
Standing trainees, executive directors.
a person who can be trained, an executive director
a man of great force
Park Jin-sung, exhausted, turned his head toward the ceiling in a daze.
"Whoa. Usually... Don't you think one A-list can deal with 100 people without A-list?"
A continuous chatter regardless of who hears it or not.
"No, I'm not. I'm not. I'! Hehe!!"
Park Jin-sung was the only one who was still standing on top of the trainees who collapsed and agonized.
"I'm a little tired…. Not a lot, but a little...."
Park Jin-sung's eyes, which had always resisted fatigue, finally took a break.
367th, who beat 200 people miserably, was confused as he was looking at the ceiling.
"...."
The people outside the pool didn't open their mouths easily.
"Ugh..."
Only the people left in the pool let out their groans senselessly.
Scratching.
The clumsy director's hand moved the ballpoint pen freely.
*Trainee #367 at Haeundae University
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: F to D (Estimated)
Overall combat capability: minimum A (estimated)
* * *
a different god
South Korea's chief combat adviser.
Determination of Class S Idea based on the World Spiritual Unit Rating System.
Sea-limited combined combat capability SSS level.
There is no such thing as a dare to defeat this god on Earth, where more than 70 percent is the sea.
The S-class, also known as the limited express, has combat power equivalent to 10 A-class players.
Since Class A can deal with up to 100 enemies under Class A, S can weigh 1,000 without A and SS can
weigh 10,000 without S.
It's a simple multiplication.
In other words, Lee Shin, who has a combined combat capability of Triple S, can alone deal with 100,000
enemies below the SS level.
If at least one person has the SS level in overall combat capability, the country can be seen as a major power.
It is, of course, a superpower if there are two SS players.
Considering that the word superpower is a privilege of a few people, Lee Shin was a person who lightly went
beyond the meaning of speciality.
However, even though there was a person other than the standard of Lee Shin, the Republic of Korea
managed to become a major power. This was because there was no other means to keep other powers in
check than Lee Shin.
In addition, considering global organizations such as the plague, superpowers such as the United States,
China, Japan, and Russia should be watched.
No matter how many times the transfer was 100,000 per day, it could not easily break the balance. Rather,
thanks to Lee Shin, it had to be seen that the balance was barely balanced.
But, still, too.
If the triple S-class moves the area even a little, the emergency bell of the country closest to it rang.
Furthermore, South Korea's chief combat adviser had to use the sky or the ground when moving to another
country. It was a device strictly prepared under international law to check the transfer somehow.
a dreary dawn
Such a great figure was now up to the most dangerous place on the Korean Peninsula.
The Military Demarcation Line, located in the middle of the Southern Limit Line and the Northern Limit
Line.
Panmunjom, located at the junction of the 38th parallel north and the Military Demarcation Line.
"Huh. Long time no see, old man."