Episode 103. Mine Trapper, Lesso
Our house is next to the junk shop. As soon as you open the board door, which was made by the hand of the mother who lacks dexterity, you can see the rusty and smelly junk piled up right in front of you.
I always complained to my mother to go outside on rainy or windy days. Because I didn’t want to fall under that swaying junk.
“Lesso. Shall we go to Mirage restaurant with Mom?”
Mirage is an ultra-luxurious restaurant that only the wealthy can go to. At the time, I was very young and didn’t know anything, and my mother laughed so brightly that I couldn’t even remember when I saw her.
“Let’s go this Saturday.”
“yes!”
On the day of the appointment, I secretly washed myself in the washing machine when the junk dealer was not present.
I took out my clean clothes, put on my mother’s hand, and went to Mirage.
A man standing at the entrance of the restaurant looked me and my mother up and down and said:
“You cannot enter without a reservation.”
At that, the mother hesitated and pulled a crumpled ticket out of her pocket, and the employee burst out laughing when she saw it.
“ma’am. It is a toy.”
The ‘Mirage Free Pass’ ticket was a card used for board games. I later found out that a customer at the restaurant where my mother works, gave it to her black-eyed mother to make fun of her.
Back on the road, my mother bought me the cheapest slice of pizza and quietly wiped away my tears.
“son… , I’m sorry that Mom couldn’t learn.”
How did we get to live in the junkyard corner? Why are you forcing yourself to go to your uncle’s house every night while swearing at you as a grown-up bastard?
I know.
“It was fun to go out with my mom today.”
“… Russo.”
The image of my mother hugging me and crying. I will never forget you. I thought so in the summer of 12 years old.
From that day on, I indulged in learning from all that was given to me.
While my mother was in town to work, I dig up knowledge at the antique mountain. Torn books, broken lab tools, carelessly discarded cutlery.
They were my only world. Assembled, crushed, glued, and if it doesn’t work, I throw it away with frustration.
In the process, I made my own tools. One day, I was caught by the junk dealer.
“This bastard! I was told it would disappear little by little. A rat that doesn’t even know this grace!”
His means of anger was violence. For stealing junk that cost less than 30 euros to sell, I was beaten to the point where I couldn’t eat anything for three days.
After returning home, my mother saw me and hugged me without saying a word. And in the middle of the night I was desperate to get up with a knife.
“My, I.”
“Lesso. I can’t live like this forever. rather… .”
“I will take revenge.”
When I said that in a slurred tone, my mother patted the back of my head.
“… Let’s do it together.”
Now that I think about it, I think my mother said that to take all my sins away.
Anyway. Time passed and I turned 15. A miracle has come upon our hat.
The moment I woke up at dawn to see my mother off, a pillar of light came down from the sky and hit me.
The sound of people gathered to see the light made my ears dizzy, but it was difficult for me to absorb the knowledge that had entered my brain.
“What’s going on!”
The junk dealer, who jumped out in a hurry, was holding a club.
“It’s you again!”
People’s eyes were focused on me, so I thought I was the culprit of this commotion. He swung his club straight at my head.
puck-
“son! You beastly child! Don’t bully my son!”
Mother pulled out a rusty kitchen knife from her bosom and rushed at the junk dealer. The startled man reflexively swung his club. Mother couldn’t escape.
The figure of the mother convulsing and bleeding.
I grabbed a nearby junk and spit out the words that came to mind.
“Assembly de Mine.”
“What nonsense, suck!”
In the past, the tools I had made in various places in the past were automatically modified to function as traps and worked according to my signal.
The iron skewers stopped right in front of him and the pieces of iron flying at his feet.
“Heal your mother.”
“… why me?”
“It’s not a request.”
As he grabbed the iron skewer and pushed it in, he quickly pulled his head back and nodded.
“I get it. Alright, take this.”
An ambulance arrived soon after, and the mother luckily ended up with a minor concussion. A huge amount of treatment cost was incurred, but due to the corruption and harshness of the junk dealer revealed during the investigation, he was able to solve the problem by receiving sufficient compensation.
My mother was always worried about me, both in bed and at home.
“You are a strong kid.”
“It will be.”
“… How about going to the Hero Academy?”
“mother.”
Now, with this single word, I know what you have been worried about and have suffered so much.
“I was contacted first. The vice-principal of Seoul Hero Academy in Korea is watching you.”
“yes?”
“As you know, Breton isn’t the kind of person who is willing to pay the bills so obediently.”
Breton is the name of a junk dealer.
And it must mean that the academy helped you with those words.
“Son, be a learned man.”
I hate leaving my mother. But she didn’t want to ignore her mother’s heart.
“… I’ll go. Hero Academy.”
Two years pass and I leave for Korea.
“You have to be a good hero.”
“I will try.”
To be honest, I have no interest in heroes. Just how to develop this trap-building ability. I was thinking of sticking with it.
After taking the entrance exam, I was placed in the lowest class called Class F. Half doesn’t matter. Because my goal is to become a hero. As long as I can protect myself and my mother, that’s enough.
Actually, it’s hard to become an outstanding hero with my characteristics. I found out the day I took the exam.
“Float, Acceleration, Durability. A major Roman triple gift. Grace must have been a goddess in her previous life.”
“Hey, Swift is better. I’ve been awake since birth.”
It was a story from another world. The narratives of those I can’t reach forever.
“Hey, did you hear me? Grace lost to the class F.”
“really? who?”
“I don’t know your name, but they say you’re a professor?”
Nam Man-hyuk. A person who achieved victory over the elite of Class A while being in Class F.
In the entrance exam tournament, he defeated Grace Melon, a triple gift, only by realizing the beach.
I thought it was just a coincidence. Because it’s actually half the class F. But it turned out that he came to F because he wanted it.
Giving up all the benefits of graduating from Class A and coming to Class F.
‘I’m not crazy.’
One day when I purposely distanced myself from him. In the process of finding my aptitude and working with Nam Man-hyuk in a place called the Five Fight League, I vaguely understood what he really wanted.
“I thought he was a professor only by his nickname.”
He left Class F and was truly teaching all academy students. Sometimes strict, sometimes harsh, sometimes generous.
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Just as the teaching method can be flexibly changed according to the student, Dalian tries to compete in the opponent’s style as much as possible.
When the first semester ends and the second semester begins. I couldn’t help but admit it.
“Right. Is this respect?”
I have always respected Nam Man-hyuk. I wish I had a father like that.
The idea of getting a hero license in moderation without disappointing my mother. changed a little
‘I will be recognized by Nam Man-hyuk.’
Hero is next.
I worked hard with that thought, and the time has come to show the results.
Public Dalian scheduled for the last day of training camp.
I prepared meticulously. Nam Man-hyuk’s long-term talent is to embody the beach, no matter what anyone says.
Considering the tactical advantage of taking the field as your own, you can get an idea of the value of that trait.
‘Underwater warfare should be assumed.’
It is not easy to inject sealed gunpowder. Besides, depending on Nam Man-hyuk’s heart, the water pressure that runs wildly has to be taken into account.
So, a primitive harpoon that fires using the elasticity of a spring and rubber was mounted on the structure, and then he was drawn in.
The beach was realized as expected, and it was even successful in making a hole in Nam Man-hyuk’s boat.
‘From now on is important.’
Nam Man-hyuk is strong. At the beginning of the semester, he used all his abilities to fight, but now he is matching his opponent’s abilities. It’s become strong enough that I don’t need to use any other power.
So, my primary goal right now is to use power other than the beach implementation.
And this was satisfied with Nam Man-hyeok, who fell into the water, seeing a harpoon being shot and calling for Samsik.
Dry saliva was swallowed by the countless number of magic missiles embroidering the sea.
Missiles fired in all directions destroyed all the structures and ships I had built.
Some may judge that it was an unreasonable attack against me as an installation type, but by my standards, the result is very satisfactory.
Because there was no other way than to do it.
This situation was also assumed, so he took out the silent torpedo made in advance from the sealed pocket and flew it towards Nam Man-hyuk.
this is my win
If this is blocked, not only will my location be exposed, but all traps prepared will disappear.
The torpedo hid among the splendidly extending magic missiles, reached Nam Man-hyuk, and exploded.
‘Okay-‘
But I couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight of the bubble disappearing and revealing.
* * *
“How much is this!”
When the harpoon stuck in the luxury boat is pulled out, water rushes through the torn gap. Since it was not a situation that could be solved by scooping up water, he had no choice but to abandon the boat and jump into the water.
Tung!
‘Look at this?’
As soon as it enters the water, a harpoon shoots out from all floating objects on the surface of the water.
Trapper, you bastard, you designed the field with an underwater battle in mind from the beginning.
No matter how much I lived along Myrtos Beach, it was difficult to move faster than that harpoon in the water.
Normally, I would admit defeat and surrender, but maybe it was because I was influenced by Cantante’s earnestness, I wanted to try it a little more.
Well, I wonder how the trapper responds when the enemy escapes from a trap like this.
‘Samsik.’
A black hole opened by the side of my head and Samsik swam familiarly and grabbed my shoulder.
rock?
‘Destroy the harpoon and all those floating things.’
stone song!
Samsik, who had met my needs with an approaching harpoon and rapidly increased magic missiles, asked what I should do now.
‘Once you spend half your mana—’
I was thinking of specifying the location of the trapper by scattering the magic missile in all directions using the light-emitting point.
But when I turned around, something hard, cold, and sharp touched my back.
pop!
There was a series of powerful explosions that vibrated my whole body, and I later realized that it was a torpedo.
I reflexively developed an area that sticks to my body, avoiding the torpedo fragments getting stuck in my body, but I couldn’t release the shock.
As the bubbles that disturbed my vision disappeared, I could feel the gaze from the direction the torpedo was flying. There, a mine trapper in scuba gear was looking at me with amazement.
Was it surprising that I allowed torpedoes? Or is it strange that he didn’t faint even after being hit by a torpedo?
Anyway, I had a terrifying experience. If Wiz hadn’t momentarily jumped out and protected my body, I wouldn’t be floating like the wreckage of that surface by now.
‘It’s strong.’
I have my own standards. If you can deal with romance, it’s normal. Two are strong. Three are powerful.
Whatever the process, I wrote three romances in this short time. The mine trapper is a formidable enemy.
‘Then you have to treat me as a strong enemy.’
After giving Wiz the authority to talk, he brought physical reinforcement, and told Samsik that he was free to use half of his mana, he changed the beach to the deep sea.
‘Now, let’s try again.’
FYI, I’m not mad at all for being beaten.