Chapter 17

Luck breakfast.

This is a way to control your energy by even breathing. The act of

circulating and accumulating by accepting external energy inside.

Now, I was having a fortune-telling breakfast with the true heart method

applied.

'It's amazing every time.'

I didn't know. Is there so much blood in my body?

I picked it up the other day and said that the blood level of the human body

reaches 360, but it is more than that.

Is it a virtual character in a game?

'What are you doing?'

The ten years of energy raised in Danjeon circulates in the body. If the air

power is a car, then Hyeoldo is a highway. I just sit at the steering wheel

and step on the accelerator.

The aerodynamic force of the body's blood flow, which repeats straight lines

and curves, returns to Danjeon.

'And from here is the real problem.'

I took a long deep breath. And felt

Another aerodynamic that does not budge at my will, occupies the Danjeon

like a giant rock.

'What the hell are you?'

It has been a question since the first fortune breakfast. An unidentified aura

that is situated like a strong feeling.

I don't know where, what it looks like, and why it can't be used, but one

thing is certain. This unidentified energy has more power than I have for 10

years.

'I hadn't been able to touch it until now.'

To be precise, I had no intention of touching it. Until a few days ago, I was

in a position to wait for rescue while taking my own life.

But now it is different.

'I need air power.'

The situation has changed. To escape on your own, you must meet the

conditions of the logout quest, and the conditions to meet are to rise to the

level of [first class].

And I also knew that in order to become first-class, it was necessary to have

a small level of air power.

'Make it mine.'

I began to move my aerodynamics carefully.

At the moment, I realized the moment I spent my energy flowing toward an

unknown energy with half anxiety and half anticipation.

'There is no chin.'

Aerodynamics is, strictly speaking, a formless spirit, itself. However, even

just by touching it, I feel strong rejection and opposition.

No, it even attracts. If you do this, you will be eaten.

'Hey hey hey. Wait a minute!'

I hurriedly recovered my air power. The mysterious energy that was biting

and drooping to the end was removed. At the same time, a system

notification rang.

Tiring.

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I trained [The True Heart Method]. Spirit increases a little.

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As a result of repeated training, the muscle veins and musculature rise by

one.

"No, do you have all that?"

I calmed my cold heart and opened the status window.

[Lv.17 Jin Tae-kyung]

Occupation: Second-rate unmanned

Reputation: 70.

Title: 4 (title effect applied) Muscular Strength: 65 Stamina: 65 Agility: 75

Intellect: 10 Charms: 10 Spirit: 10 years.

Points remaining: 0

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Highborne Scion (All Stats +5, Reputation +50)

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Family shame (all stats -5, reputation -50)

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Beginner Trainee (Training Speed +10%)

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Fighter (Battle-related stats in a one-on-one game.) Now, it is a status

window that is recording a fairly high number. Through the bimu quest,

three levels were raised at once, and 30 points were evenly distributed to

strength, stamina, and agility.

But my heart to see the status window was bitter.

'Hey, only the spirit is in place.'

This damn system says that only words have increased aerodynamics, but

the aerodynamics displayed in the status window are the same.

'Youngdan, elixir. Should I eat anything like this?'

I thought of Jin Wei-kyung. If you close your eyes and ask me to give me

only one Youngdan, I don't think I will refuse with a single knife.

I'll have to ask the next time I see you. As for the unknown energy that

exists in my danjeon.

Kugu Palace

At that time, the entrance to the training building opened and two people

entered.

"Sir, Confucius Jin?"

It is Hanyeop. Behind him stood there was a samurai who was never seen

before. The samurai said in an unobtrusive tone as much as it had occurred.

"It is the Lord's command to attend the street meeting."

"Soga Lord?"

That's great. I had something to ask.

"No doubt. There were a few broken and slight internal wounds, but that's

never enough... … ."

"Are you sure? Under the name of the weak king-dang-ju?"

"Oh, that's right. I did it myself!"

"If it's right. Why is it half way? uh?

I look funny because they treat me as the same owner!"

"Baekho-dang-ju, you said the first thing!"

I stared blankly at the ceiling of the conference room. My ears tingle at the

shouts and swear words that are everywhere.

'What, this is.'

The street conference I thought was not like this. It was something like that,

exchanging opinions and finding a point of discussion in a quiet and

orderly atmosphere... … .

"I know that Dangju is the same Dangju! Where is the senator."

"Bosaeboso, a young laborer said. Squeeze the perineum with a needle."

Seeing the two men in their 4's and 50's, who are undergoing M-shape hair

loss, grab and shake each other's legs, all the goals hurt.

The problem is that this is happening everywhere.

I don't know if that was the reason, but most people didn't even know that I

opened the door and sat down.

-Are you here?

A voice that seems to be heard through the head, not the ears. It is a whole

sound.

As I turned my head, I met the senior manager's gaze. He looked with a tired

smile.

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Is it a mess?

Yeah. Why are you calling me in this mess?

When I let the glances of criticism, Jin Wei-kyung made a sound with a

stabbing expression.

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I couldn't help it either. The elders' house called for your attendance.

Anyway... … Because Taekyung is true that you are involved in this.

Elders? Am I involved in this?

'What do I relate to??... Ah. An acid check?'

I quickly put together puzzles in people's high performance.

First of all, the only thing related to me recently was the Hangsan

Checkpoint, and it made me call me from an elder or something. This is it.

'There are grandfathers who haven't seen it.'

The number is four. All of them have white hair on their faces full of age

spots.

They were staring at the hair loss people's powers with cold eyes. It is a

nursing home, no elders home.

- And… … The elder is here.

I thoughtlessly turned my head toward Jin Wi-gyeong, and I was amazed.

'what. That old man.'

Since when have you been there? I noticed it now, but today's senior seat

was two seats. The old man's gaze, sitting on the right side of Jin Wei-

kyung, staring at me, tingled his face.

'That old man is the old man?'

White hair, white salt, white rice. It looks like freshness protruding from an

old painting.

His upright waist, tight shoulders, and tight skin looked colorless.

'But why are you staring at me like that?'

Tighten the eyes and aim for the forge... … As I tried to see, I quietly turned

my gaze. It is not because it looks like it will lose if it sticks, but it is respect

for the elderly. Honor the elderly. Really.

'… … Let's squat.'

In the meantime, the whole tone of Jin Wei-kyung was steadily heard.

-I don't know because I've lost my memory, but the old man is your little

grandfather and the best senior in the family. Pay special attention to your

words and actions.

I haven't even seen the face of a noble man who is a father, but he is a small

grandfather.

Maybe there will be a brother-in-law and an eight-on-one dang-suk here.

I nodded slightly to Jin Wei-kyung.

- And… … Never panic about what is happening now. Calmly tell the truth.

Do you understand?

I don't know exactly what was going on, but I was sure that Jin Yu-kyung

was on my side. Again, with a small nod, Jin Wi-kyung stood up with a faint

smile.

"All be quiet."

A voice filled with spirit swept the conference hall.

"This is Taewon Jinga's street meeting, and we have gathered for a serious

issue. The witness arrived just in time, so I want to start the interrogation."

The center of the conference hall became quiet.

In the midst of the crowd's attention, Jin Wei-kyung opened her mouth.

"The interrogation begins with the authority of the Sogaju and the current

agency of Gaju. Jin Tae-gyeong, the Three Confucius, step forward."

I walked out feeling the people's gaze. I expected enough so far.

You wouldn't have called me for no reason, but... … .

"I will ask. Did you poison Lee So-gun at the Hangsan Checkpoint?"

This was unexpected.

"no."

He barely opened his mouth. My head is jumbled by sudden words.

So-kun Lee is dead? Because it is poisoned too?

"Tell the truth. If it turns out to be false... … 「

"Lee So-gun's poisoning has nothing to do with me."

Jin Wei-kyung sighed at my sword-like answer.

-Just like now.

The interrogation proceeded quickly. They ask, and I answer.

Starting with Jin Wei-kyung, questions poured out one after another.

Half the question was whether he was involved in poisoning with Lee So-

gun, and I continued to deny it.

'Because it's true.'

I secretly opened the system window and checked it, but I was sure. My

martial arts and abilities have nothing to do with poison. There is no such

item.

So I was able to answer without hesitation.

"no."

The problem was that the atmosphere of the conference hall was flowing

strangely from a certain moment.

"Do you have any evidence to prove it?"

"Evidence?"

Did you say Baekho Dangju? He didn't even know his name, staring at me

with an unpleasant look.

"Sure evidence. Evidence that proves the innocence of the Three

Confucius."

The cubs are you saying now.

"Why do I have to prove that?"

"What?"

"What's the half horse."

"Look. Three Confucius!"

"It's nice to be suspicious of me, but shouldn't the evidence be found there?

Yes? Isn't it?"

These cubs say let's see, so who do they see? I wriggled and glared at Baekho

Dangju sitting down, and suddenly discovered something strange.

'Huh. Look at this.'

Baekho Dang-ju glanced at the elders of the elders.

The unfortunate fact is that all those who question me and ask questions

that pressure me are showing a similar appearance. As that number was

close to half of the attendees, I was sorry to pretend not to know.

'It's because it's a faction.'

Jin Wi-kyung and Elder Won.

The power battle between the elderly and the grandson of Sogaju was

taking place at this moment.

'The house looks good.'

There are few people left now. The problem was their side. Face with age

spots. It was the elders of the elders.

The oldest and fattest old man opened his mouth.

"I will get rid of questions and answers without stalls.

There is only one thing this old man wants to say. Where did this problem

come from?"

The elders who sympathized with the elders replied as if waiting.

"This is the Three Confucius."

"Who has been hurting the family's reputation with promiscuous words and

actions?"

"He is also the third Confucius."

The same answer popped up here and there.

"Hey, who was the one who touched the Jangjungbook at the Hangsan

Checkpoint and led to the current situation?"

Just Kill, ye fuckers