Return of the 10th Circle Archmage

“I’m sorry, bro.”

“I won’t do that again, Mister.”

Two gnomes were kneeling in front of me.

These are the guys who were filming me without permission until recently. B-Jay and everything... To be honest, it's ugly. Should I call such a thing a broadcaster? To be honest, it wasn't surprising.

“Ugh...”

The guys who had been beaten so badly by me were almost bloody and moaning.

The fat guy was holding his stomach, and the running dwarf was holding his swollen cheeks.

“The pathetic bastards...”

I actually tried to kill half of it.

If you want to, you can kill this guy in the middle of Seoul, and even destroy evidence neatly.

Because I had the ability to do that.

However, he didn't want to get blood on his hands as soon as he returned home. Besides, isn't this a peaceful society?

Under the law and police security, people can roam freely outside without fear of war.

‘That’s why these guys are installing and running around…’

Because they guarantee individual rights too much, they give trouble to others as if it were a natural power.

Guys who said they didn't mind if they harm others were kneeling in front of them.

“Don’t make money by harming others in this way, and earn money by working hard and fair.”

He gave a gentle admonition to those who were kneeling.

It was the truth that came from the heart. I don't know how much money these guys make, but I thought it wasn't a good idea to make money this way.

“We are creators.”

The dwarf poop guy in white running raised his eyes and murmured. Even if I put up with everything else, I still have pride as a broadcaster, right?

Whoops!

"Ahh!"

I immediately kicked him hard in the chest.

“Creator? You're doing shit."

“·················ogue.”

“You are just trash. They filmed videos without people’s permission and sent them out without permission, and even frowned at swear words…”

“·················ogue.”

“What will people say after watching your show? What will young children learn from watching?”

During my Japanese speech, they didn't even make a sound.

Creator?

BJ?

they are funny

These guys just exist as a nuisance to others.

'How can these guys be broadcasting? Aren’t there any regulations?’

Mumbling to himself, he ran through his pockets.

Get it!

"Ahh!"

He threw a gold coin at the fat guy with his head down.

“It’s cheap for you, and I’m thinking of making money by working hard in the future. You parasites.”

He took a step and left immediately. After leaving Seoul Station and passing Toegye-ro, a forested park appeared.

They stared at my back for a while, then muttered to each other as I disappeared.

“Wow, I really stepped on the poop today…….”

At the words of the running dwarf, the fat pig picked up the gold coins that had fallen to the ground.

“Hey, but does this really look like gold?”

*

I teleported straight from a forested park. Teleport, a short-distance movement magic, was able to move up to several tens of kilometers with little horsepower.

shoot ah

As a pillar of light rose from the floor wrapped around his body, his view changed.

Gunpo 2nd Jugong Apartment.

A nearly 30-year-old apartment located across from Sanbon Station.

When I was 6 years old, I moved in and the apartment my family settled in was the 2-jugong apartment.

'Do you want to stay without moving yet...?'

The self-proclaimed 'creators' were informed of the current year and date in detail. It is now 2022. Today was August 20th.

'It's been 15 years already...'

While I have been wallowing in another world for over a hundred years, only 15 years have passed on Earth. Thanks to the prediction of the time axis and the space axis, I had a guess, but I was stunned when it came to pass.

I haven't felt it yet.

I left the Dojo Park where I used to play and moved to the 2-jugong apartment.

‘A lot of new buildings have been built in the meantime...’

Not only apartments, but also many unknown shops and shops. There were many VR rooms and strange signs that did not exist even 15 years ago.

‘Am I the only one still stuck in 2007?

On the planet Demos, where the magical civilization developed, he peaked as a wizard.

No, he became the best among all classes and races.

I thought that I had become a person like I never had before, and never will be in the future...

"after······."

As I walked home, step by step, it was heavy as if I had hung a stencil.

Entering Building 202, I climbed the stairs step by step.

There is no elevator in this apartment.

So, people living on the upper floors quickly became legless after a few months of living.

The house I lived in was on the 5th floor, the top floor.

"after······."

Building 202, Room 503.

Arriving at her hometown, with trembling hands, she rang her bell.

Ding Dong.

There were no signs inside.

Ding Dong.

Ding Dong.

Ding Dong.

‘Is nobody there?’

Expanding her magical powers, she scoured the interior of the house.

There was no life.

'Let's go inside...'

After making sure there were no cameras in the hallway, she immediately teleported.

Shoot it!

👌👌👌👌

When I entered my hometown after a long time, I could smell the house.

It was a nostalgic smell.

In the meantime, I almost forgot about it. However, when I took it now, the sense of smell imprinted on the neurons quickly found the old memories.

bum bum, bum bum.

First, I checked my old room.

squeaky.

When you open the door, it's cute...

No, a gruesome scene was in front of my eyes.

"what's this······?"

The whole room was a mess.

On a small table that looked like a dressing table, all sorts of junk and cosmetics were mixed together.

In the corner of the room, piles of clothes presumed to be women's clothes were piled up.

Besides, the whole desk is a mess.

“There is nowhere to step…”

Fifteen years ago, she had an oriental session with her five-year-old sister. So, you can guess who the owner of these things is.

However, it was very shocking.

“Did he not tidy up the room like this?”

I don't know if I'm going somewhere to evacuate, or if I'm far away because of an emergency...

After spraying her magic power and examining the temperature and extraction, she was living here just a few hours ago.

“There is no real pig pen.”

I've been wanting to see the view of my room for a long time...

Her sister took over my room and marked her as if it were her own territory.

"after······."

I quietly rotated the magic circuit. The minute magic that flowed out according to my will spread throughout the room.

Roughly scattered clothes and clutter were organized without any touch.

Even the smelly clothes piled up in one corner resembled laundry baskets if they used to, and the laundry was rotated.

But now it was different.

shoot ah ah ah.

As the magical energy swept through, the old grime that had been attached to the scattered clothes came off by itself.

What's more, it didn't stop there, and the fibers became as soft as freshly made clothes.

There was no need to stand in front of the washing machine, press the power button, add two spoons of detergent and spray the pigeon like before.

Without lifting a hand like that, I clean up her sister's room...

-1 How to survive as a BJ.

- How to edit tubeless video.

- The know-how of creators who earn 50 million won a month.

There were strange books stacked on the bookshelf.

"what's this?"

When I took out the books from the bookshelf with magical power and looked through them, the know-how of BJs who were broadcasting privately was written down.

“Do you make money this way these days?”

The faces of the ignorant bastards I had met before passed by. Thinking of them made my face frown.

“Hey, what kind of book did you put on the bookshelf?”

I must have been 20 by now, but I couldn't see any college majors, and there were lots of books like internet broadcasting books and makeup tutorials all over the place.

After tidying up, I looked around the living room and master bedroom.

The table in the living room that had been used as a dining table had been replaced with gray furniture. When I entered the master bedroom, I saw a mat, a dressing table, and a wardrobe.

'The closet is the same...'

A brown wooden wardrobe I bought 27 years ago when I moved in was adorning every corner of my bedroom. It's a 15-square-meter apartment, so the master bedroom isn't that big.

Except for a wardrobe, a TV, a dresser, and my father's chest of drawers, there was no interior.

whoops.

As I looked around the bedroom where I was playing when I was young, my eyes stopped at the picture above the dressing table.

Reaching out, I caught a picture in a frame.

A picture from my last family trip 15 years ago was hung in a frame.

'It's high school...'

For a moment, my eyes reddened.

I feel it now.

that i'm back

Ding Dong!

At that time, my breathing became difficult because of such intense emotions.

The doorbell rang outside the door.

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