8. Human Resources
[Status Window]
Name: Debussy
Race: Vampire
belong: –
Talent: Brilliant
Stats:
Strength – Level 1
Agility – Level 1
stamina level 2
Toughness – Level 3
Magic – Level 2
Congenital traits:
[Weakness Exposure-Silver]
[Weakness Exposure-Sacred]
Acquired traits:
–
skill:
[Spear Lv.1 Rate.F]
[Javelin Lv.1 Rate.F]
[Vampire Lv.1 Rate.C]
[Status Window]
Name: Han Do-yoon
Race: Human / Divine Beast
belong: –
Talent: Genius
Stats:
strength level 5
Agility – Level 2
stamina level 7
Toughness – Level 4
Magic – Level 1
Congenital traits:
[Trauma (obsession with satiety)]
[Divine Beast]
[Acquired Genius]
[First Războinic]
[First Guild Master]
Acquired traits:
–
skill:
[Războinic’s 柳 Mana Training Lv.1 Rate.D]
[Hecleus’s Formula – Regime Lv.1 Rate.S]
[Javelin Lv.1 Rate.B]
Compared to Do-yoon, his abilities are shabby. However, it is absurd to compare a new cadet with him in the first place.
As the status window informs you, Debussy is a genius, second only to Dunjae and Beomjae.
And compared to Doyun’s other cadets, this was a really useful level. The fact that he has a level 3 stat from the beginning proves that he is an extraordinary sprout. The word Sujae fits perfectly.
‘Not bad. But it’s not enough to bring them up.’
Still, he was the guy who kept showing perseverance in class. Talent, persistence, and even the greatest blessing of the system. All the conditions to become strong have been met.
Hoping to be able to stand on a battlefield like him one day, Doyoon lowered the status window.
At that time, the spearman who was watching Doyoon from the side approached.
“Hmm! …as I said last time.”
Doyoon, who was organizing the javelin, sighed inwardly. It’s a start again.
“Cadet Han Do-yoon. Hey, how about learning spearmanship properly?”
“…As I said before, there is no reason for that.”
“I recognize your martial arts skills. However, the spear is far superior to other weapons as the king of all diseases…”
The one-day speech began. Even Debussy, who said he liked being near Doyoon, shook his head and avoided the seat.
Instructor Lee, these days, you keep annoying me like this. To the extent that it interferes with training.
‘Should I change classes?’
I still missed the taste of the sword. I must have a javelin skill, I think it would be okay to go to a swordsmanship class to relieve stress.
‘Let’s find out some talents in the swordsmanship side.’
The kids in the spear class weren’t young. Of course, there were people like Debussy who were born with tribal traits and could be called geniuses. However, it fell far short of Doyoon’s standards.
‘I told you to come find me if you need help.’
After being assigned, there were quite a few cases of changing positions because the aptitude didn’t match. Doyoon will be able to change easily.
Doyoon waited for the class to end, thinking about something else in front of the spearmanship instructor.
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After the spearmanship class, Doyoon headed to the instructor in charge of swordsmanship.
He was alone in the hallway because he had escaped from the group moving to the next class.
‘…the last two.’
No, there were two of them following him.
One is hiding, hiding his presence, but judging from his poor skills, he seems to be a student.
And, one of the two who confidently followed Do-yoon approached Do-yoon.
“Cadet Han Do-yoon.”
Do-yoon, who expected the encounter, looked back.
“Can we talk for a minute?”
He was a martial arts instructor.
At the meeting that was within the expected range, Doyoon sighed inwardly. Perhaps because of the kwonbeop he showed off in the mana test, he came to annoy himself like a spearmanship instructor.
‘…I have to go to the swordsmanship instructor.’
Still, this is good enough. The other instructors aren’t even in charge of martial arts, and they’ve been harassing him for the past two weeks.
Doyoon decided to just take a moment.
“Yes. Please tell me.”
However, the topic he brought up was completely different from what Doyoon expected.
“Cadet Doyoon… How is your relationship with King Seong?”
“…Yes?”
To the question that he couldn’t figure out what it meant or what his intention was, Doyoon unknowingly asked back.
“Who is the Seongwang?”
“Ah… Mi, I’m sorry. I asked a stupid question.”
The martial arts instructor realized that his rambling questions were stupid.
Holy King. As with so many heroes in history, there were several titles that followed him.
The king of Labyrinth Kingdom. 3rd Generation Kwon. The two strongest in the alliance. Labyrinth’s father. wisest king. skill master.
Seongwang, who is said to be the strongest force in the alliance along with the lion king, is the only person in the alliance who has achieved skill level 10 and is called a master of martial arts.
On the day of the mana test, the martial arts instructor saw King Seong in Do-yoon’s fist. His fists were very similar to the fists of the King, whom the instructor had witnessed only once on the battlefield.
I wanted to run to Do-yoon right away and ask what kind of ointment it was, but there was no chance.
Doyoon stayed in the dormitory for an entire week, and after that, it was difficult to talk about it because he was always surrounded by instructors.
Today, I barely got a chance. In a hurry, the instructor immediately called him over and asked a question…
‘The Holy King is a native of this world. Cadet Han Do-yoon, a citizen from another dimension who has just arrived, can’t possibly have a connection with King Seong…’
Soon, I was speechless. Then what happened? What is the fist that Doyoon showed me that day?
After hesitating for a while, he decided to just be honest. I don’t have a clue what to ask anymore, so this is how the story will proceed.
“…Cadet Doyun’s Kwonbeop. Among the great people in this world, there are those who use the same martial arts.”
“Yes?”
Doyoon widened his eyes. There, the instructor felt that his choice was the correct answer.
“Do you have a corner where you can catch something?”
“…”
Doyoon was lost in thought. But bewilderment and delight disturbed his thinking.
Since the instructor only knows Do-yoon as a native of Earth, he assumes that his martial arts must also come from Earth. No, of course I thought it would.
So it was very confusing. How could someone who had just arrived from another dimension use the same skills as the natives of this world?
However, Do-yoon, the master of the kwonbeop, had a rough guess. So I was very happy.
Those who use the same fist. What that meant was clear.
‘Hecleos, you bastard… You’ve finally found a disciple!’
Hecleus was about the same age as Enoch.
Do-yoon died at a different age in each episode of his previous life, and among them, he saw himself and Hecleos in their 70s.
Hwang Kwon, who was always thirsty for disciples, had not been able to find a disciple until then.
Whether or not Kwon Hwang met Do-yoon in each episode, there was never a single episode where he succeeded in making a disciple.
It was because of the ignorant recoil of Hekleos style.
In the generation of Enoch and Kwon Hwang, there was no talent except Kwon Hwang to withstand the reaction. The only people who could use the Hecleos formula were Kwon Hwang and Enoch.
Of course, it was a kind of expedient that only Enoch could use, and it was at the level of imitation.
Kwon also knew this. However, he grabbed Enoch and clung to him, saying he would teach him the Hekleos formula. Emperor Kwon was so thirsty for disciples.
But somehow, after Enoch’s death, he seems to have succeeded in making disciples after all.
‘I was 30 years old when I died in the 18th round of defeating the demon king. In another episode, the guy couldn’t find a disciple until he was 70 years old. It was clear that there was no talent in my generation. then…’
A variable that occurred only in the 18th round. The system, the cradle, the alien.
After Enoch’s death, it seems that there were talented people among those who came over from another dimension.
‘It means he inherited that monstrous fist.’
Doyoon’s heart pounded. What kind of monster is it?
‘Someday, I’ll definitely have to meet you.’
However, it is not possible to tell the instructor the truth of the situation. Doyoon thought about how to deal with it before opening his mouth.
“Are you the only one who felt that way, Instructor?”
“Um… probably so. Once upon a time, I accidentally witnessed the reign of the Holy King on the battlefield. It’s rare to go to the front of a foreign country to fight, so the other instructors probably didn’t notice. Otherwise, the cradle would have been overturned.”
If so, that’s it. There is no need to carefully wrap it up and explain it. In terms of common sense, who would believe that Yoram’s cadets use the same martial arts as the Holy King?
Let’s just go around moderately.
“I do not know.”
“Yes?”
The instructor made a dumbfounded noise at the completely unexpected answer.
“Now, think carefully. There must be some connection…”
“Even if you tell me to think about it… Common sense makes no sense. To think I know the martial arts used by people from another dimension.”
“Ahh…”
“Anyway, I think you misunderstood.”
The instructor just opened his mouth and couldn’t say anything. Because Doyoon’s words were too reasonable. This was impossible.
Are you really mistaken? no, can’t it?
The instructor grabbed his head and was lost in thought. But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come to a conclusion.
Doyoon checked the remaining break time. I couldn’t find the swordsmanship instructor, but it was a conversation that gave me very satisfying information. It wasn’t worth the time at all.
“Then I will go. I have to go to the next class.”
“Yeah… Boo, I’m sorry I kept you.”
He tells good stories, isn’t stubborn, and is polite. It’s a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
Do-yoon nodded to him and turned around.
But then.
“for a moment!”
As if he had finally remembered, the instructor with a bright face called Do-yoon back.
“then! By any chance, do you know the name Hwang Bo-jun?”
Doyoon tilted his head. What else are you talking about?
“Hwang Bo-joon is a foreigner like Cadet Do-yoon, the only two boss monster killers in history, and the teacher of King Seong!”
“…Yes?”
Hwangbo, what?
Isn’t the Holy King not a disciple of Hecleos?
‘What are you talking about again?’
Doyoon frowned.