—-

Ah-cheong smiled broadly for the first time in a long time.

It was a bright smile without a single hint of lies.

After the unexpected and forced departure from the martial arts world, such bright smiles could be counted on one finger.

Now, no Tang? Anyway, what are you cooking?

From its appearance, it was more than Acheong had imagined.

The golden fried shell was pleasing to the eye, and the sound of frying oil and the rising oily scent seemed to pick my nose and penetrate my heart.

They say gourmet food is about the five senses.

I saw it, heard it, and smelled it. I don’t know one thing, but now it was my turn to enjoy it with my tongue.

Ah-cheong grabbed the chicken leg and tore it apart.

In contrast to the crispy skin, the soft, well-cooked flesh oozed juice. The chicken legs came off almost like they were melting.

Absolutely tiny!

Ah, this is it.

Even if life is hard, you can live with this.

And that’s when

The ceiling collapsed.

Something fell and broke the table.

Wow!

In an instant, something hot is thrown in.

Next, a fishy smell of rust hit me.

Is this reality?

I couldn’t believe Ah-cheong’s eyes.

There is no longer a shipper who has never been able to see the table, the dishes, or even smell the scent.

All that was left was the chicken leg I was holding.

Yes, even chicken legs!

Ah-cheong quickly checked the health of the chicken leg.

It’s red.

Bright red liquid dripped.

The dish was light brown so it was definitely not the sauce.

Ah-cheong wiped his face with a confused expression.

I couldn’t bear to let go of the chicken leg, so I used my left hand.

Red blood appeared on my palm.

It wasn’t Acheng’s blood.

A corpse (Jin) with the nape of the neck cut off halfway was lying lying around at his feet along with the remains of the table and dishes.

My lungs were expelling blood vigorously with a breathless beat, and my body was trembling.

It was an ordinary martial arts world like any other.

To put it bluntly, it sucks.

It’s not just Moorim that sucks.

Rather, it is a more fundamental problem of the world.

Ah-cheong’s eyes scanned the guest room.

The terrified one.

A person who continues eating without a care in the world.

A person who makes a fuss and shouts for a member of the National Assembly.

The one who screams.

The one who just looks at me with curious eyes.

Reactions were different for both white and white people.

And the numbers above everyone’s heads were also different.

It is a number that represents the karma that a person has.

Cheong was the only one who could see this.

Moreover, the same goes for martial arts.

Use martial arts to accumulate training points, and when you reach the required number of points, you advance to the next level.

In the meantime, free training points accumulate, which can be freely invested to increase the achievements of other martial arts.

Moreover, as long as you hold an undamaged piece in your hand, it is immediately registered in your martial arts record.

So that you can learn at any time through free training points.

Is this really a normal training method?

In the past year, none of the martial artists that Ah Qing had seen practiced in such an easy way.

This was the way game characters grew.

It was not a normal human, unmanned method.

So what am I?

Am I really human? Or a game character?

Are my actions and decisions completely mine?

Maybe it’s controlled with a keyboard and mouse somewhere on the screen?

So what about this emotion I feel, this experience?

Where am I?

Is this the real world?

Or is it just a game?

[Sudden mission occurs – Guest Pungwoon]

[A commotion broke out in the guesthouse.]

Actions to gain additional free training points

Seon-eop) Help the Cheonghasahyeop to eliminate Jeongyeochugwi

Bad Karma) Helping the gift seeker and defeating the Cheongha Sahyeop

Bad karma) Taking advantage of the confusion to rob a guest of gold and silver

(Cheonsalseong) Set fire to the guesthouse and block the entrance

“under… … ”

It felt terrible.

It’s something that can’t be described in words as terrible.

It felt like Ah-cheong was left alone in the world.

Damn you.

Status window.

The most terrible thing in the world.

Grr. With a sound like boiling phlegm, the middle-aged man at my feet finally stopped moving.

The corpse (Jin) was promoted to corpse.

A terrible smell emanated from the corpse’s lower garments, whose sphincter muscles were loosened and discolored.

At the same time, the letters in the corner of my vision flicker and change.

Good work) Help the Qinghe Three Gorges and kill Jeungyeochugwi

ah. Now it’s the Three Gorges? Because one died?

Okay, then we have to deal with it.

Ah-cheong burst out laughing.

I began to feel surprisingly good at the fishy and salty taste seeping through my open mouth.

It’s a crazy world where you don’t know if it’s ancient China, a different world of Wulin style, or a game.

Still, I liked at least one thing.

In this world, there is no need to suppress your anger and let it rot away.

This was because I was able to process my inner anger in the most primitive way.

Ah-cheong picked up her sword, which had been left leaning next to the table and was now lying on the floor.

The upstairs was a constant commotion.

I’m going to add another mess to it.

Ah-cheong headed towards the stairs with a red smile.

While holding on to the water thread hanging from the end of the sword and dragging it.

—-

When explaining the state of martial arts, the standard example was always the swordsman.

It is unfair to the monks and monks.

However, there were an overwhelming number of people who used swords.

Basically, the one with more pages has a louder voice.

The art of controlling the strength of a sword by putting energy into it was called eogichunggeom.

If you can perform the art of fishing, hunting, hunting, and hunting, you will be a first-class warrior.

Those who can speak as naturally as breathing were classified as first-class reviewers.

Once you have surpassed the level of the sword, you can even emit energy outside the weapon and shape it into a visible shape.

This was called a swordsman, and the martial artist was recognized as the pinnacle.

The classification of late first class and early peak is only one step.

This was the first cliff that the unmanned person encountered.

This is why entering the peak is often described as crossing a wall.

Nevertheless, peak unmanned conditions are more common than you might think.

After the incident in which Emperor Mucheon, the best in the world, overturned the imperial palace, the power of the coffin was lost and the revival of martial arts came.

The rise in the level of martial arts was achieved due to the growth of martial arts without government oppression.

If a talented person learns the right martial arts, he or she can reach the peak before death.

Even if it was a third-rate martial art with poor efficiency, proper martial arts were distributed even to military officers in small cities.

Maybe that’s why, unlike in the past, there was a trend of looking at the peak warriors with a bit of ease.

This was especially true for the first-class late-stage martial artists.

If there are a lot of people playing Daegul, it’s around the beginning of the climax.

Besides, if there are four of you in a surprise attack, how can you not defeat just one person?

Underestimating the enemy was a taboo in martial arts.

Cheongha Sahyeop paid the price.

Now it has become the Three Gorges of the Qinghe River.

And in the future, there was a high possibility that it would become Cheongha Ssanghyup or just Cheongha Hyeop.

Cheongha Jilpunghyeop Sculpture Mountain swallowed its lament.

‘Damn, the gap was this big! Could it be that he was hiding the fact that he was in the middle of his peak? He seems like a sneaky, mean bastard!

It would have been unfair if Ahn Seong-il had heard about the donation.

An Seong-il is at the beginning of his peak.

So how did you take care of one guy so quickly?

They just knew about the attack in advance.

Madhuran always lived in fear of his life.

So, Madhu, which lived for a long time, was basically sensitive.

Meanwhile, the guys at the table over there who were talking loudly about my brother, my sister, peace in the martial arts world, and daily cooperation, suddenly became quiet.

From then on, An Seong-il became very alert.

And that preparation paid off.

He struck the sword approaching from the front with his left hand, pulled out the sword, and cut off his neck.

I stepped on the ground with all my might and launched a light attack to avoid the guys who were still charging at me from three sides.

As the floor suddenly collapsed, I quickly took the next step.

That means it rolled on the floor ungainly.

But fortunately, my life was saved in exchange for my face.

Jeungyeochugwi screamed loudly.

“What kind of person would dare target this gifted swordsman! “Aren’t you afraid of the repercussions of becoming a gift officer?”

It roughly means whether you can handle it.

“Shut up! You villain! Is there anyone who doesn’t know that you are an ugly monster called the gift-and-go-gwi? “Today, I will cut off your head and bring justice to the world!”

This means I won’t tell you the name just in case you don’t know.

For martial people, fighting is a part of social life, so it was necessary to understand its implications accurately.

Once we got this far, there was no need to argue anymore.

There is no reason to talk loudly about a good sword.

It was the Moorim way.