Battlefield (2)

"Now, here is the director who wanted to see his face."

Baek Je-ho, who came back from work, said bluntly.

"Did Jesu tell you?"

"I heard you kept mocking me from the side?"

"The famous scene was of you clutching your head and suffering."

"Hey, it's my seller."

Seo Moon-yeop continued to giggle sarcastically.

"I went to the association because of that match."

"Are you finally cut?"

"No, I said I would resign, but they held on."

"Catch me? you?"

"···friend. Let's figure out whose house you live in."

At the same time, Baek Je-ho began to talk about the difficulty of being a director.

He tried to do something in his own way, but it was around the time when he was exhausted when no results appeared.

It is said that he often thought of giving up because the manager position did not seem to suit his aptitude.

"Hey, how did it look to you? Seeing the game, what do you think is the problem?"

"Each player's ability is poor, so is there any way to do it?"

Seo Moon-yeop made a simple diagnosis.

In fact, it was a very fundamental problem.

"It's organizational skills and tactics, so don't try to find problems elsewhere. You are just so weak."

"..."

It was a word that hurt Baek Je-ho.

"On the other hand, French kids are quite good. That player who was said to be an ace could have been chosen as one of the 7 heroes."

"Nathan Bernach?"

"Oh yeah. him."

"He's one of the top 3 kids in the world."

"Isn't it? No matter how much it develops into a sport, there won't be many people who are as talented as that."

Even Seo Moon-yeop admired the power of a black-haired French young man named Nathan Bernach.

Holding an oriental double sword in both hands, he unfolded his psychic 'alter ego' and swung a total of four swords like a storm.

1st set 6 kills, 2nd set 8 kills.

It was a crazy performance that killed more than half of the 11 opponents in each set.

On the contrary, the Korean national team was pushed away like weeds in a lawnmower.

At that time, Baek Je-ho looked for an opportunity and cautiously asked a question.

"How does it compare to you?"

It was intended to stimulate Seo Moon-yeop's sense of goodwill.

At that question, Seo Moon-yeop stared at Baekje-ho.

"Jesu said the same thing earlier, are you also tempting me to play Battlefield?"

"Hmmmm. Not really meant to be, but wouldn't it be less boring than doing nothing?"

"Oh my."

Seo Moon-yeop narrowed his eyes.

"I will try to guess. Did the Association talk about that too?"

Baekjeho was hot.

'Anyway, I'm quick to notice.'

Come to think of it, it was Baekje-ho who had never fooled Seo Mun-yeop.

"I'm sorry, but I don't play Battlefield."

"No, why not? You are only 30 years old now. Skills are in their prime! Isn't it worth it?"

"It's not too bad."

Seo Moon-yeop spoke calmly.

"I don't want to live as a superman anymore. My life as a superhuman has a wonderful finale in the final dungeon."

"You don't have to fight with a sense of duty like you did back then. It's just a sport."

"I never had a sense of duty. Do you see me as someone who will fight for others?"

"..."

"When I was young, I fought to survive, and as a superhuman, I lived to be recognized where I was recognized. So, can you live for me now?"

Seo Moon-yeop's words continued.

"If I were to play Battlefield, it would be the media, it would be nabal, and there would be an uproar. Seo Moon-yeop, who saved the world, save Korea now, while trembling with this shit. They will also expect and depend on me as they please."

"...Not from other people's eyes, just genuinely interested in Battlefield?"

"Yeah, I hate it because it looks like a clown."

"Yeah, got it. I can't help it."

Baekje-ho surrendered meekly.

It was a shame, but I couldn't help it because I hated it.

Knowing the past life of a friend who was unhappy and desperate, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life loafing around in peace, he wanted to do so.

but······.

'It's too wasteful.'

It is Seo Moon-yeop, not anyone else.

Seo Moon-yeop in his heyday, who commanded the attack in the hellish final dungeon and showed his peak skills.

If he jumps into the battlefield, how well will he fare against the world's leading world-class players?

Which one is stronger, the current top class players or the old 7 heroes?

A person who can put an end to this never-ending debate has appeared.

Seo Moon-yeop, who skipped 17 years and appeared as he was in his heyday, was instilling such expectations in many people.

'It's too precious.'

As the head coach of the national team, I was blown away by the fact that such a guy would just lie around at home and watch TV.

'Let's wait. He's a guy who's lived his whole life fiercely, so he won't be able to endure the idle days for long.'

"Oh, there is this."

Whether he knew it or not, Seo Moon-yeop, who was searching through IPTV's VOD list, chose a drama.

Title: Stairway to Hell.

"I stopped watching. I want to see this first."

Baek Je-ho broke into a cold sweat as he saw Seo Moon-yeop lying on the sofa and ready to run.

'The 2004 drama?!'

It must have been that he intended to watch all 17 years of dramas starting in 2004.

Enormous amount that can be seen for several years!

"How far have I seen it? Hey, just watch it again from episode 1."

"No, why waste your time watching it again from the beginning?"

Baek Je-ho raised an objection without knowing it.

"Because what's left is time?"

"..."

"I said I really don't play Battlefield. Don't expect it."

Also, I was stunned to notice.

"But when will Ha-yeon come?"

"I went abroad for a CF."

"I missed you, but it's a pity."

"Rather than that, don't you hold press conferences? Reporters are still running around the mansion."

Seo Moon-yeop frowned.

It's annoying, but it was obvious that if left unattended, this worldwide interest would not cool down.

"Gather reporters tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go together."

***

next day.

Seo Moon-yeop held a press conference with Baek Je-ho in a nearby place.

All the cameras focused on Seo Mun-yeop.

Seo Moon-yeop's picture was worth gold because of the fact that it was not known, but today it finally showed itself in its entirety.

In the midst of a large gathering of not only Korean media but also foreign reporters, Seo Mun-yeop, who was seated, opened his mouth.

"As you can see, I am back. I'm curious how he came back alive, but you're probably even more curious. Anyway, for the interest of the people..."

Seo Moon-yeop continued with a sullen face.

"No thank you at all. I want you to ask me all the questions you have today and take your mind off of me."

Beside him, Baek Je-ho smiled bitterly.

"Please raise your hand one by one and ask a question. Yes there."

At Seo Moon-yeop's point, reporters started asking questions.

"How did you return from the last dungeon?"

"Honestly, when I came to my senses, it was a hospital. There is no way I can explain it to you."

"Do you remember 17 years?"

"No, it was 2004 just a few days ago."

Reporters were agitated.

I guessed by looking at her completely unchanging appearance, but as expected.

Seo Mun-yeop skipped 17 years.

"Is it true that you bought time for your comrades to escape by remaining alone?"

"yes."

"There have been various conspiracy theories about that part."

"I was the only one strong enough to buy time. There is no such thing as a conspiracy."

"Did you contact the other 7 heroes?"

"Not yet. It was just business, not very friendly."

"Are you willing to reclaim the property?"

"no."

To any question, Seo Mun-yeop answered without hesitation.

In the meantime, this question came up.

"You must have heard about Battlefield from director Baek Je-ho."

"yes."

"Do you have any intention of working as a Battlefield player?"

Reporters gulped at the question.

The world's largest major sports battlefield.

Even in Korea, Battlefield was the most popular sport.

However, the current level of Korea is a world-class underdog.

If Seo Mun-yeop entered the world of Battlefield, the game might have changed.

In addition, it was a good opportunity to check the level of skill of the 7 heroes compared to the current top class players.

Currently, Seo Moon-yeop is the hottest figure in the Battlefield world.

But of course

"doesn't exist."

"No, what is the reason?"

"I am not very interested."

"Aren't you confident?!"

A middle-aged reporter made a bold statement.

When the other reporters frowned, Seo Mun-yeop calmly replied without changing his face color.

"What you don't have is your hair."

The reporters burst into laughter, and the middle-aged reporter blushed.

"Battlefield is very uncomfortable for me. It doesn't even look that fun. Still, don't expect to clown on the field for your own amusement."

So the question-and-answer continued.

The reporters still seemed to have no end to what they wanted to ask, but Seo Moon-yeop decided to stop at this point.

After doing so, Seo Mun-yeop rose from his seat.

Baek Je-ho didn't have a single question because his attention was focused on Seo Mun-yeop.

I was about to leave the press conference.

Suddenly, a foreign reporter asked a question in English.

An interpreter was there to translate.

"Yesterday, player Gerald Walker made a statement about Seo Mun-yeop, saying that '7 heroes are bubbles' and that 'he is not even worth a handful'. What do you think?"

The two who were about to leave hesitated.

Seo Moon-yeop turned around and asked.

"Gerald Walker? What else is he?"

"I am an American Battlefield star player."

"Jeho, who was that French? Bernard?"

"Nathan Bernach."

Baek Je-ho corrected it.

"Oh yeah. him Is Gerald Walker stronger than Nathan?"

"That... generally favors Nathan Bernach."

Seo Moon-yeop nodded.

French ace Nathan Bernach, who was said to be in the top three. A kid named Gerald Walker didn't seem to fit in there.

"If that's not enough, don't tell me."

The reporters' eyes twinkled. It was a prosperous year thanks to the parade of bad words.

"If you want to join us, Battlefield is over, just tell them to come find us."

As he left, he added a word.

"Bury them in the backyard."

The stormy press conference was over.

Immediately, in real time, news started flooding the Internet.

<Returned hero Seo Moon-yeop press conference 'I don't need your attention'>

<Seo Moon-yeop responds to Gerald Walker's provocation, burying him in the backyard>

<Seo Moon-yeop 'If you want to stick with me, you have to be at least Bernach'>

<Seo Moon-yeop 'I don't play Battlefield'>

A world where 17 years have passed since the war with the subterranean civilization ended.

Seo Moon-yeop, who became a spark of hope for mankind, became the nucleus of a storm that shook the world again.

Regardless of whether you want it or not.