Chapter 1

Eventually it turned out like this.

The tip of the assassin's sword broke through the lungs and shook the inside.

When he felt that cold and hot touch, Ern was neither frustrated nor desperate.

'There is something to come... … .'

Shabby inn room.

The room was filled with a disgusting smell, with a mixture of scented musty and bloody scents.

It has already been a record of all-time highs as it has damaged the family's reputation and has ended the house alone.

That's not enough, he's an idiot of the age who took his estate intact by others.

Navarro's nobles pointed to Ern Steelguard and said:

He's a nerd count who ate the prestigious Steelguard family.

There are cases where dogs are born from tigers, so it's just that.

'That's right. Is there another end that suits a guy like me better than this?'

Steel Guard.

It is the northern place of Navarro and the name of the family who ruled this area from generation to generation.

But in this country, steel guards were more than just proper nouns.

In the past, with great integrity and heroic achievements.

Today, it has turned into a symbol of decline itself, fleeting.

Ern grabbed his stomach and cried quietly.

The cold-blooded assassin didn't raise a single eyebrow even when he saw it.

He asked in a quiet voice.

"Where is the book?"

"I'll... get it! That, do you think I'll tell you that?"

"That's right. Let's find it on our own."

The book the assassin talks about is [dimensional transaction book].

This book was one of the writings.

There was no other way to express it other than these words.

Objects outside of the world's laws that allow us to trade goods with other levels of inhabitants.

At the same time, it brought a heyday to the Steel Guard, and it was also the beginning of its downfall.

Ern, who became a permanent residence, found a book while searching through the family's remarks.

A strange book with nothing written on the cover and all blank papers.

Ern, wondering why this was in Vigo, found out how to use the book by chance.

That was the dimensional transaction, and it was the beginning of the dimensional transaction.

At first I was delighted.

If you use this well, you may be able to create a declining steel guard.

… … 3 years after I thought.

Ern was expelled from the permanent residence after squandering all of the family's property.

'What were you fascinated by... Otherwise, can you be so stupid?'

I couldn't breathe, caught up in guilt and self-loathing.

Of course, it's also because of a lung stab.

Uncontrollable regret poured in, and even the pain was forgotten.

"Looks like this."

The assassin found a dimensional deal.

He opened it to see if it had anything great written on it, but it didn't even contain anything that wasn't useless, let alone great.

"...?"

The question is only a moment.

The assassin closed the book without much thought.

If he received the money properly, it was not something he would care about what the request was.

"But, don't touch it!"

Ern's eyes, dimly turned off, burned.

'The dimensional transaction is only mine! Can't be taken away by anyone! never!'

Poop!

The assassin did not listen and kicked Ern's stomach.

"Wow!"

Ern vomited blood.

Suddenly, due to violent movement, something fluttered and fell from the dimensional trading book held by the assassin's hand.

Tuk.

It was a small bookmark that fell to Ern's eye level.

Among his many hogojit, the most serious product of hogujit, counted on the first finger.

"It's called [Wish Bookmark]. It has an amazing function that allows you to accept all wishes, only one in a lifetime."

"Hey... you have to say something like a horse to pretend to believe it."

"Why do I lie. Look at the explanation there."

"...What?"

"But there is one condition."

"what?"

"A strong salt is required. A desire that is like a burning flame. Because it can only be fulfilled with earnest wishes."

"Desperate? Where is there someone more desperate than me. How much?"

"That's a bit expensive, but...."

It was the product I received after beating all the tax revenues of the province for a year, believing in the words of the dimensional exchanger.

At this time, Ern made a wish as soon as he was handed a bookmark through a dimensional transaction.

Ask me to give you the best talent.

A talent from God, a talent that surpasses the founding emperor's payware!

It was a calculation that he would raise the family with this.

If you gained the talent of the founding emperor, it was possible not only to save the province, but also to establish a country.

What is the result?

Bookmarks were just bookmarks.

'More nerd than me. Could there be an unreliable hogu in the trash? … ?'

Ern blamed himself and vomited endlessly.

"this!"

The assassin hastily searched himself.

He took a healing potion and anesthetic from his chest and fed it to Ern.

"Why is this to me?"

When asked for granted, the assassin twisted his mouth.

"It's the client's request."

Ern's condition improved markedly.

I still couldn't control my body, but it wasn't enough to die right away.

"Okay, right now is just right."

The assassin opened the box he brought.

Threw.

Inside it is dozens of sharp daggers.

"What, what are you trying to do?"

"I don't have any personal feelings. Rather, I think it's a terrible odor. Still, it's my job to ask for a request... but I have to do it."

"Aha, ahaha...."

"...?"

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

As Ern began to laugh like crazy, a question mark appeared on the assassin's face.

"Are you going crazy in the end?"

"I'm doing this, Kunz...? I take all of me... all my precious things... without leaving anything behind! I'm still not satisfied, right?"

"It wasn't crazy. I would have been better off that side."

"Where do you want! I won't give in!"

"...indeed?"

The assassin's dagger began to cut through Ern's body.

He was both an assassin and a torture engineer.

Bound to a chair, Ern cracked and clenched his teeth as he endured the bizarre sensation of slicing flesh.

As the body contracted, the mind gradually collapsed.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to Wish's bookmark that fell on the floor.

'Why did this happen? For what? because of whom?'

'What is that important? That it's all my fault. Even if I wasn't stupid, I could have avoided the worst.'

'If I had known in advance that it would be like this, wouldn't it have been like this?'

'If I was given one more chance, I would like to correct the many mistakes I have made.'

I felt my strong will gradually disappearing.

Ern made a final pledge.

'Also, like an absolute Hogu, like half a penny of Mojiri! I won't even get hit. If only I could... … '

Ern, who has become more disastrous than that.

It was almost a miracle that I was still breathing.

The assassin smiled with a satisfying smile.

"This is... art. I've never lived this long."

He admired Ern, neither living nor dead.

"Well, you still have to kill it."

Fuwook.

As the sword broke through the eyebrows, Ern's head fell.

The end of many 33 years of life was vain.

So, the moment we face death.

Paaah-

Wish's bookmark that fell on the floor began to radiate a dazzling light.

"What, what is it?"

The assassin jumped back and back.

At the same time, an unknown voice was ringing in Ern's head.

[The self-reflection of the one who is about to die, the will not broken until the end, and the desire for improvement.]

[Wish will come true by meeting the conditions. Please tell me your last wish.]

Finally.

Wish's bookmark worked.

However, Ern couldn't make the wish he wanted so much.

[… … ?]

The voice stopped.

Soon after, a loud beep struck my mind.

[system error! system error!]

[The wisher's ego is collapsed and the wish cannot be made.]

[I find a solution.]

[Analyze the wisher's aspirations based on the data.]

After a while.

[Three wishes have been found. It measures the degree of aspiration.]

[There is no significant difference.]

[… … .]

[… … .]

This time, he was silent for a while.

After a long time.

An unknown voice opened his mouth.

[… It's all done.]

* * *

When I opened my eyes, it was 17 years ago.

It had to be that time.

A cozy bedroom, not an expansive lord's residence, interior decoration of memories.

The scent that tickles the tip of the nose was subtle and clean.

It was a scent of life and death, as well as of skipping time and space.

'Is this possible?'

Ern groaned his eyes and tried to accept reality.

The end of 33 years of life and 16-year-old boyhood are connected.

You can tell without having to look in the mirror.

Soft hands without a single callus.

The steel-like muscles disappeared and returned to a fragile body.

'Chest, abdomen, and soft.'

Just how much effort it took to build those abs and pectoral muscles.

Because the body muscle does not stick, I had to put more efforts several times than others.

It was a waste, but there was no regret.

Before returning like this, his life was irreversibly damaged.

The Steel Guard was Navarro's best knight.

Razekan Steel Guard.

This is Ern's grandfather.

Navarro's war hero and great knight, a great man who stopped the ambitions of the Payware Empire to conquer.

With the presence of only that one, the empire gave up its advance and withdrew.

"Without Razekan, Navarro would have perished!"

No Navarro people did not admit this fact.

Razekan's knight grade is'myth grade' among the limited express.

The grade of the knight starts at the 9th grade and is classified as the 1st grade, and up to this point, it is classified as [normal grade]. From this point on, it is called [Express Knight]. There are stages here as well, and it develops in the order of awakening-hero-legend-myth-transcendence. For reference, the founding emperor's payware of the empire was the one and only [transcendental salary] throughout the history of mankind.

However, it was the strongest knight class ever, even if it was just the myth level that Razekan climbed.

Lebadan Steel Guard.

This man is Ern's father.

As if proving that there must be an old saying that there is no knowledge under Hobu, his state was [hero level].

Even if he wasn't the only father, he was still a representative of the country.

Even after Rajekan's death, he maintained the reputation of the Steel Guard by managing the estate well.

On the other hand, his youngest son, Ern Steela.

'… … I was stuck in the 3rd level and couldn't go up.'

Level 3 is the level of success as a knight.

If you have come up this much from a commoner, you will be treated as a filial son who raised your family after hearing that you were self-made.

But for those who had a genius father and a heroic grandfather, it was only a disappointing result.

Ern's 33 years of life.

It was a life that disappointed everyone no matter what, no matter what number they used.

People have tailored his life so easily.

It is said that a descendant of no greatness was born out of a great lineage.

The brothers aren't like that, but they asked if they were the children they had picked up.

'What should I do with my talent?'

I was also told if it wasn't enough effort.

Ern wanted to tell him by looking straight into his eyes whenever he met someone who throws him like that.

'You said you didn't make any effort?'

It used to be.

However, after he decided to end his lazy life and devote himself to the sword, he was confident.

Lack of effort?

'I tried changing my soul!'

While sweating and vomiting blood from the throat.

Sore limbs and shoulders dislocated.

Even if I thought I was going to die right now, I grabbed my teeth and swung my sword.

And swung again.

But what shouldn't be done.

Ern's talent was just usable, and that's it.

Still, there were some things that were good to inherit the castle called Steel Guard.

Ern, who was in his 30s, had the right to inherit.

I hate to recall what happened after that.

'No, you have to remember it clearly. In order not to repeat the same mistakes.'

All the choices and decisions he has made since obtaining the Dimensional Transactions have been foolish and impulsive.

The price for him was disastrous.

A fallen family and a stolen estate.

When I remembered what happened in the process, one side of my heart was tightly squeezed with a feeling of guilt.

'Still, one more chance was given. I don't know what happened, but... … '

Ern approached the mirror.

"Wow...."

A young boy with great admiration was staring at this side.