Falling sun

“It’s good to work hard, but try to stay fit. The Fallen Hope cadets are the period and future of the nation. The fact that a cadet collapses soon leads to distrust of the otherworldly forces. Self-management is also the basis of cadets. I have to urge others to get some practical experience and build up their skills, but you have to beg me to stop.”

Keira puts me up and gives me a Japanese speech.

“Take a student loan or something. Aren’t you going to serve anyway? How much money do you have?”

“I have no desire to live as a debtor. If no guild offered me service and I don’t want to be in debt, I have no choice but to work hard. Also, I have no intention of serving in the military. I don’t want to sell the future for the present.”

Instructor Kiara said, clutching her eyes.

“So, take it easy, man. After one of you fell, the reporters couldn’t eat the Fallen Hope. It’s usually hard to stop reporters coming to report because it’s Shin Yoo-jung or Namgoong-yeon, but it’s painful for me to see articles like this popping up like this. The bone is broken.”

I just wish I could get over it skillfully.

“Didn’t you say that you’re a cadet who usually suffers from hypoglycemia?”

Keira puts on a headlock with an angry face.

“Do it in moderation, dude! How does one not know that a person is ‘moderate’?”

To be honest, the headlocks I received from a beautiful female instructor felt good.

Industry award.

I feel like it would be good for my temple to burst like this.

If it was machine-wound, it would have felt like my hair was cut along the perforation line, but I might enjoy it comfortably because it’s a human arm.

But you have to say what you have to say.

My words come up from her side.

“What does ‘moderate’ mean to a Guardian?”

“Is this going to come out in principle?”

“The three major support factors of a capable person as argued by Reynard-Bessel. Don’t you know?”

“Ugh.”

It seems to have been cut quite deeply.

“It is a workshop to help strengthen equipment, an operator to help with the operation, and a supply depot to support the operation continuation. I barely get one of them, and the supply is supported by the academy, so do I have the qualities of a guardian?”

“So, there is no need to get it right now. Please do it slowly, step by step. Because there is no Guardian who is perfected from scratch.”

“I am aware of the situation I am in. Soon, there will be a performance evaluation for overcoming extreme areas, a midterm exam is also arranged, and large and small evaluations before and after that, aren’t there?”

Upon hearing that, Instructor Kiara sighed deeply.

There is no way that F-class personnel who do not receive support from any company or guild will receive a better evaluation than those who receive abundant support from the military academy.

“If my grades are bad, no guild will offer me a scouting offer later. Also, scholarships are a far cry. I’m sorry, but I will continue to go to the dungeon in the future. It’s just that I’m not in a very good mood to stop because of the image of the school.”

“Aigoo. i get it. Go.”

You have to level up to get an operator.

The difference between having one operator in a party and not wearing it is quite significant.

So, people with the qualities of a team leader hire a good operator even if they are in debt.

Operators in charge of identifying the attack route, looking at the situation of allies and enemies, and helping them make the best decisions.

Without them, the battles of the Guardians would be a little more barbaric, haphazard, and self-destructive.

When I enter class, Sona comes over and talks to me.

“Hobini! Did you eat breakfast this morning?”

“yes. I brought it and ate it.”

“If you don’t eat I will kick your ass!”

And then a smiley face.

it sounds really cute

It will always be a true proposition, and as long as I see her in the morning, I won’t feel bad.

“When you see each other taking care of each other at the bottom of your life, the hard things come together.”

Except for that bastard who comes in from the side.

It’s all good, but I wish it wasn’t for you.

But he doesn’t seem to be in a good mood either.

In the original story, Sona, who couldn’t adapt properly, melted her self-esteem with gaslighting and plunged her into the depths of evil.

I can’t even put the first button on the operation, and I feel like I’ve been taken away.

I decided to take full advantage of that loser’s sensibilities and scratch that guy’s personality a bit.

In the first place, I don’t want to care too much about this guy, but I’m not the type of person who sits still and curses.

“Ugly things are usually fun just looking at each other’s faces. And above all, we don’t have a rich father to build a mock battle room, so why not help the poor kids?”

“What is this bastard?”

It made me reveal the most embarrassing place at once.

A guy who reacts sharply as if he had scratched a luxury car called pride with a gum knife.

“Are you twisting? If it is twisted, will it be done at least once? paying tuition? Let’s do it all with credit. Based on your usual grades, you’re probably going to have to buy credits with cash headbutts?”

The guy laughs and says

“Do you have money to pay tuition? A beggar like you has nothing to say because life is pitiful, bastard. I usually go around dungeons to raise tuition, so it’s pitiful to see them go around, but they dig their graves. When your brother takes care of you, go around F-D dungeons and raise your level a bit. I can smell the low-level sewer all the way here.”

This guy is trying to curl his tail while pretending he cares about my money.

In fact, my actions over the past few days are pretty wild to say I’m in the top 1000.

As soon as he entered the school, he had a battle with A-class instructor Kiara Remington and, despite certain conditions, won.

In addition, he knocked out a guardian cadet one level higher than him using a feature.

And subdue a dungeon close to C-class with 4 F-D-class personnel.

If a coincidence repeats once or twice, it’s called luck, but from the third time on, I think the first evaluation is wrong.

And Golden Sun would have realized that implicitly.

‘This guy is not a simple F-class person.’

But the bully must constantly appeal their position.

His power is nothing more than a tower built on sand.

The only recognition that holds the tower in place is the fact that he despises the weak.

If we tolerate and leave the weak here, even that tower will collapse.

But am I, who should be at the bottom, becoming more and more threatening to the point of twisting the ground?

Then, from his point of view, it’s not too bad.

I’d like to avoid situations where I’m going to have to fight back, but I’ll have to crave it at the same time.

The more you do it, the more you need to stimulate it.

I’m sorry for that bastard, but I’m a person with a knack for provocations.

Growing up in a country where one mistake in the game changes the life or death of my parents, there is no way I can have a conversation with cannabis in a greenhouse like this.

“It’s my job to make money. you have nothing to lose Can’t you just ask your rich dad to give him some money? Let’s wager 4 million credits and fight one more time. don’t worry. I’ll let you freeze.”

I stabbed him in the teeth. Isn’t it too simple?

He nailed it as a guy who entered the academy with the financial resources of his parents, not his own.

He has his own abilities and confidence, but no one acknowledges it, so he is traumatized.

I provoked him to bring his father’s money, so he won’t fall and cut it.

“Hey Shiva. This bastard crossed the line.”

“There is no such thing as a good thing for a bastard who attacks me first. so don’t Were you scared of the F-class?”

“Is this poor bastard going crazy?”

“Do you want to go crazy or go to sleep, you bastard with a long tongue.”

Around the Golden Line, there are always gossips looking for a taste of money.

“Step on it once. gold wire. A person who does not know how high the sky is and is only going to fall once to know.”

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Jungkwon Kang, Hyuksoo Lim. The author didn’t even give them a name in the original work, so they just called them Yangachi, but their names were only revealed when they became reality.

do they know?

Now, the golden line is the fact that he doesn’t really like the situation itself.

i see everything

I’ve seen the thoughts and actions of this bastard for the length of a few books. If you attack me, you’ll think he’s a bigger guy than you think, so he might break it.

Up until now, he thought it was just luck, but if he fights, his ominous imagination will become a reality.

So I was just going to show my teeth and finish it,

But, if the guys who are next to you called your nerds constantly blow wind, wouldn’t you have no choice but to stick with them?

In this situation, the answer is to be curious.

I would have thought so.

“After today’s class, the third practice room. Have 4 million credits ready. You stupid bastard.”

“Five. Can you give me a call back to Dad in advance? Say hello to me.”

the last wedge

One bang of a North Monster-class taunt.

“Now, we will become the common water lord. Even if I can’t see you and say hello. Can’t I just ask you to adopt me instead?”

“You bastard!”

It looks like there’s going to be a fight anytime soon, but when Instructor Reznov enters, he says while biting his molars.

“You’re half-killing me today.”

I’m sorry, but there’s already enough data on his combat strategy.

There is also a scene in the novel where he defeated him who had fallen and gained great power.

Above all, I think I can beat him without using the information from the novel.

*

After class, most of Class C and the cadets who liked to watch the fight rushed to the fighting room.

Rahobin, who is considered the weakest member of the class, and Golden Sun, famous for ignoring people, battle for 4 million credits.

Where can you find such a good spectacle?

Even in the original fight, a quick fight is the funniest thing ever.

“Even now, if you get down on your knees and start to pray, I’ll make it happen. Sweetheart.”

In order to provoke him even more, I start to tease him with an unlucky tone of voice.

“You really crush your jaws later.”

After wearing the ice pack, the battle with 4 million credits begins.

Athletes belong to the golden line.

He jumps into me first.

Trying to close the distance.

His powers are superhuman powers.

It’s a good idea to jump in to avoid being gnawed from afar.

Although it may be a powerless force for an A-class Kiara instructor, it is a threatening attack enough for me as an F-class cadet.

Enough to make me flesh.

It’s pretty destructive for me, who hasn’t even made the armor properly yet.

Of course, the golden line’s attack was like a bear’s punch.

It is like a child, and its tracks are easy to read like a fairy tale.

But if I get one wrong, I will be La/Ho/Bin.

He doesn’t want to be a three-tiered toy, so he avoids the attack and seeks an opportunity to attack.

“Did you just roll around and provoke me to dodge? A waste of time!”

Then, he accurately captures the gap and fires a single revolver at his head.

One shot, superhuman, if you get shot, you die.

But not surprisingly, he persevered.

A transparent line between the forehead and the head imprisoned him.

[Wow. Is there a kid who doesn’t die even if he gets shot in the forehead? If it had been in our world, it would have sold quite expensive.]

Anistine sticks out her tongue. Because this is quite a sensational sight for someone who lived in the 1800s.

He frowned as if he had been hit with a jab.

Being able to do that with bullets means that you have great defense.

“Unlike any other beggars, all of the armor was made in an A-grade workshop! Now that the bulletproof coating is finished, you won’t be able to even pierce it with your sloppy bullets.”

Then it’s time to catch up again.

Go around and analyze him and try to figure out a way to defeat him.

The only weapon I have that can do damage to him is the modified Mosin Nagant.

However, it is not easy to properly aim the Mosin Nagant at such a distance.

Besides, I don’t think he’ll give you any chance to load with bolt action.

The second is to fire the shotgun at a very close range.

This is the most likely

Avoiding the huge chunk of concrete thrown by the golden wire, I make a big turn.

It’s the amount to remove the guy’s stamina.

Every time he swings his fist, he can feel it panting.

After a few minutes, his breath is so rough that it can be used in place of sandpaper.

It’s a matter of course.

When someone is running around the dungeon and sitting in the training room, draining salty water from the body,

Someone was putting money in the chest of the call girl with his father’s money.

As the motto of the training room says, the sweat you shed today replaces the blood you shed tomorrow.

And it’s time to teach the premature ejaculation stamina that seems to have wasted all stamina in less than 10 minutes after fighting.

It slides through his crotch, avoiding his clenched fist, towards his back.

puck!

As if slashed in the back like a whip, the shotgun hits and the golden line is pushed back.

“With an attack like that!”

Again avoiding the big hook, one shot,

One shot while avoiding the high kick.

“You little fly-fly!”

I distance myself again.

It’s about taunting him while reloading.

When dealing with Instructor Kiara, it’s an unimaginable amount of time.

Even if that guy jumps in, how can he catch me with his breath pushed all the way to his chin?

Even the moonwalk would avoid it.

“I won this fight. Surrender because it’s too late.”

“You put up a fight that you can’t even win, Heo Eok. to surrender like this? Whoops, you dirty bastard. Only the mouth is alive.”

“I am making a final recommendation for your human dignity. The more you fight here, the ugly you become. Seriously a lot.”

His answer was concise.

“Joe.”

“I have no choice.”

Dodging his attack again, he revolts.

“How long do you plan to run away?”

sliding again. But he was also thinking, so this time he blocked my foot with his foot.

“I got it!”

“no. You were caught.”

This time the muzzle is pointed towards the chin.

And the gun shoots fire.

pop!

it wasn’t tang

The gun fires with a duller sound.

A golden line staggering backwards.

“You… you bastard.”

It still looks fine, but I know what will happen in a few seconds.

“If you have a bad stomach, close your eyes.”

“··· Week!!”

“If you don’t want to watch Mulju’s lunch”

The golden line begins to vomit, as if emptying all of his stomach.

It was a scene that upset his stomach enough to turn his head, even his aunt who had come to watch.

I say, aiming at Anistine’s rifle from a distance.

“No man can remain a man with an armor piercing bullet in his chin. Bulletproof elements certainly block the fragments of bullets, but they cannot absorb all the energy of bullets.”

bang! Clap, Tang! Clap, Tang!

Lever action moves back and forth, pouring bullets into his head.

“And, obviously, bulletproof elements can block rifle bullets, but they can’t stop the energy of explosive bullets?”

And it’s a world-wide rule in boxing that if you get hit by a Haymaker in the chin, you’re knocked down.

“congratulation. You are a glass chin from today. Even if you stop him from dying, it will hurt enough to die. Your pride will hurt more.”

“You 👌👌👌👌”

“Bread!”

The last shot hits the temple of the golden line. He fell over what he had recuperated.

The smell of gunpowder emanating from the gun barrel makes me feel good.

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– Each time a bullet is fired, stamina and vitality are restored little by little.

– Heh heh heh heh! Heh heh heh!!

oh I felt better.

I left the dungeon leaving him alone, imagining the endless things he could do with four million credits.

With this money, it could probably be more helpful for the construction of the workshop.

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