Book 10 Chapter - 13

I couldn't do it.

It felt like the light was completely blocked by some wall. Inseparable from top to bottom.

It was dark in the road to the right. If you're trained to see objects in the dark,

Otherwise, I would have been completely blind.

"What's that smell?"

There was a very special scent all over Hwanma-dong. Well, it's easier said than done.

The feeling of the scent that does not have had the power to make the body very comfortable.

"Sniff, it's not poisonous!"

I didn't know what it was doing, but I was relieved that it wasn't poisonous.

It didn't interfere with breathing, but it's just a simple way to remove the smell from the cave.

It was clear that it was not. And where does this unique scent come from?

The source was not known. The scent stood in Ryu-Yeon's way like fog.

Maybe everyone else has a similar experience.

"If you stand still, you'll be stuck."

Ryu-Yeon walked forward without hesitation. You walk for a long time, and you're gonna have to live.

There was no such thing as an unexpected trap or covert device to threaten. It's so bland.

It was boring.

"What the hell is in here?"

I still couldn't figure it out as Ryu-Yeon.

"Darn it, why can't I see anything?"

After a long walk, Ryu-Yeon grumbled with a pout.

"Was the price of oil such a waste? I don't know, I don't know."

You need to save your own money, but you don't need to save other people's money.It was Ryu-Yeon's theory.

But this time, Ryu-Yeon thought it was too much. Because inside the cave,

It was so dark that I couldn't tell the difference. Either he's afraid of dorsal or...

I didn't do it, but it was better to have light than no light. Fortunately at least of all.

Because of its excellent eye strength, it can distinguish things without relying on light.

It was a mole. Ryu-Yeon was standing in front of a two-pronged road now. As I expected, I'm afraid.

This place seemed to be made up of a maze. One with steep slopes and looks.

It was a cave that looked rough.

And the other one looked gentle and smooth.

"Which way do I have to go to hear the good news?"

Ryu-Yeon decided to think about it for a while. But his troubles didn't last very long.

The reason why Ryu-Yeon is so nervous about these guys who claim to be the elite is because they're saying,

Difficulties, hardship, trials, solitude on a sleek, seemingly insipid subject.

When he encountered triplet, he wasn't thinking about confronting it, he was looking for a way to avoid it.

It was a mole.

What are you so afraid of?

Wound? Injury? Farewell? Or death?

Trials are designed to create artificial and premeditated dangers for challengers.

It was a system, you can't change it anyway. Then at least face it head-on.

Shouldn't you have the guts to break through? But...

"Safety comes first and foremost!"

It's usually better to walk on a level road than a rough road.

Ryu-Yeon didn't hesitate to take the easy way. He's too impulsive to do things out of the blue.

There was a tendency to commit.

It was never a good habit. The old saying, "Beat a stone bridge and cross it."

What he was doing was crossing the bridge with his eyes closed.

"All participants have completed entry."

After hearing the report from the General Labor and Management Binggum, Margina nodded.

"Now we all have to pray that this test ends safely."

Marginga said.

"What do they see in there?"

Binggum knew what kind of place Hwanma-dong was. But I've never experienced it before.

To be honest, there wasn't.

So he couldn't tell what people were going through in there.

"They may see in there the most terrible thing in the world. Or

It may be the most heartbreaking thing. Fear may swallow them up.

Some of them couldn't stand the shock and went crazy."

Binggum also remembered seeing such a person when he stopped by before medicine. What the hell is going on in there?

What have you seen...

Only those who have experienced it will be able to answer.

"It all depends on their spirit and will. All I can say is cheer up.

I have nothing to say."

Marginga rose from his seat. His robe fluttered in the wind.

"Closed!"

The door of Hwanma-dong was firmly closed at the instruction of the margin family.

"Now it's just waiting. It's up to them to find the way out."

"How can you walk so busy like a shithead?"

"........?"

Ryu-yeon looked at the face of the man who stood in his way.

"How is it? I've seen him before.'

It was certainly a face I've seen a lot. Probably sickeningly...

"Dang... you!"

Ryu-yeon's eyes opened as he looked at his face carefully. On Ryu-yeon's face.

Slowly the composure disappeared.

He's never been nervous before, and he's very nervous.

willfather and son

Father and son must be friendly!

"Can you tell me where..."

Lim Sung-jin walked forward, paying attention to the surrounding environment.

Because all the lights are blocked, you might bump into a rock or get caught in a rock.

There was a risk of falling.

Besides, I didn't know there might be a trap somewhere. Fear as great as fear of the unknown.

No. Blocked information has created a myriad of imaginations in his head. Terrible and

The more thrilling the imagination grew, the heavier his steps became.

Lim Sung-jin was not easy to take step by step.

The unique scent was making my mind dizzy. I heard something in his ear.

The sound of a bunch of people murmuring is probably some kind of epigram.

It was the same.

But as things stand, I don't know if it's auditory hallucination.

It was even hard to tell if it wasn't.

"What's wrong with this?"

I felt like I was relaxing for some reason. I went into a warm hot spring all day.

Such a languid feeling as if it had come out wrapped around my whole body. My hands and feet somehow feel lethargic.

One step at a time was difficult.

"If I had stopped for a while and rested...'

Such thoughts deeply dominated Lim Sung-jin's mind.

One of the participants who understands the effects of this flavour, called "dreamy mellitus."

There was no one.

"What are you doing here, Sungjin?"

A giant man who suddenly appeared in front of him, full of hair all over his body, everywhere.

It was a body so big that it cast a shadow.

"Father!"

Lim Sung-jin shouted in horror.

"But I think you haven't forgotten your face yet. Good for you!"

It was a beak face with a thick, rough pine caterpillar sticking out on its eyebrows.

His whole body was covered with wounds, and he even had several wounds on his face.

This scar is an honor to show how hard he's been operating.

It was a wound.

"How do we get here?"

Lim Sung-jin was still unable to control his flaring heart. beyond common sense

You said it was going to happen, but this was a foul.

"Weren't you disconnected?"

Lim Sung-jin was on alert instinctively, sticking out iron.

"My dad wants to see his face. Who's going to stop him? It's up to me. I don't know what I want to do.

Just do it!"

Come to think of it, it was clear that it was such a bloody personality. That d*mn control.

The impossible, the insatiable nature of a boiling pot is that he's right.

It was the same, but it still didn't feel real.

Because it was impossible to do. I don't know about anyone else, but he's...

I knew what the family business was so well that I shuddered.

"You didn't get caught, did you?"

I hope that it is not the only one.

"Who dares to hold this body? The man who can hold this body...

There's no one in the world!"

There's a lot of them. I just don't do it because I'm lazy.'

His father's job was a green belt. Besides, like robbing a roadside passerby.

I was a big shot who didn't care about anything trivial.

"No matter how hard I try to deny it, you're my son!"

"Hmph! I'm no longer a greenling, I'm a white-eyed man. You can make your son a thief.

Drink, son. There's a traffic jam."

Lim Sungjin shouted. His father's job was an indelible bond to him.

"Oh, my God, look at him. How dare you rebel against Abby's words. Once green, forever.

Noklimdo! You can't change your origin just by struggling! In your bodyYou cannot deny the blood of the flowing greenery. You don't care what anyone says.

He is the son of Green Leam King Gwangpung Marang and Im Deok-sung!"

The total number of votes refers to the head of 72 greenhouses. It's a different title for a bondholder.

It was here.

Hell, I'm thinking of something I don't want to think about.'

Master of wild wind marangdo! A total of 72 votes for Green Rim 72 votes!

God of Green Forest, King of Thieves!

No matter how hard he struggled, the fact that he was his son was undeniable.

He had to grimace, perhaps because he suddenly remembered a past he didn't want to recall.

'Humph! You're too big on the subject of a bandit's son.'

"No matter how many times a crow washes itself in the water, it's just a crow.

It can't be a white heron.'

"No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm going to be a white man!'

"You, who inherited the blood of green forest, will always be green! You, Safain, never.

You can't be a politician.'

It was a memory I didn't want to recall. Everything that's ever happened to you, that d*mn father.

It was because of him, but he didn't care about Lim Sung-jin's sharp eyes.

There was this confrontation between children who would leave the general bond.

Lim still remembered vividly what happened that day.

"Where are you going after betraying this father? You are my successor!"

"No, I would like to enter the Chunmu Academy and pursue the drama of the shaman."

"You can never hang out with them! Follow in my footsteps here! You're my King Noklim.

Son, where are you going to abandon your home?"

"Whether you remove it from the genealogy or not, do as you please. I have to go my own way."

Lim also responded without losing.

"Oh, my God, you're killing me! How dare you disobey this father's words?

The blue color of Nanga Island, which ate countless people's blood, gave off a young blue light. But

Lim Sung-jin did not back down.

"I have to fight my father out of here."

He posed with both hands holding the gon.

"What's wrong with you? When did you ever learn such trifling martial arts?"

His father, Im Deok-sung, the Green Rim generalist, was a master of the chivalry. He's not even good looking.

I've never mastered a weapon that was too troublesome to kill. So

It would have been even more curious.

Lim Sung-jin did not answer the question and instead expressed his opinion.

"Don't stop me. I'll go my own way. The life of a thief who robs a person's fortune.

I'm sick of it."

"Hey, call it business! How foolish of you to take the throne of 100,000 greenery.

Are you saying you're gonna kick him? You're the son of Im Deok-sung, King of Green Rim!"

"I didn't know that blood would be so resentful. Okay, here we go."

"Hi! Let's break up a relationship today! I don't know how to make a fool of a green forest.

There's no way he'll accept it. Do your best!"

"No, I'm going to be a white man! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Lim Sung-jin ran toward his father, brandishing his iron iron furiously in a frenzy.

I thought that day was the end of our relationship.

But now he was confronting his father again.

"No matter what you say, I'm not going back. That's not where I'm supposed to be.

The only place I'm going to be is Cheonmu Hakgwan. No matter what my father says, I'm here.

I'll be there."

Lim Sung-jin said firmly. There was no room for compromise on this matter alone.

"Humph! You talk a lot. The Son of Green Forest determines everything with a sword! Your argument.If you want to push through, beat me. I was lucky enough to throw it out that day, but today...

It won't work. I'll prove to you that you're a child of green forest.

Now, warbara, crows can never be egrets!"

"No, I'm already a hundredth grader! I'm not a bandit like you! No, it's not!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Once again, Lim Sung-jin, who was mad, swung Jin Sung-gon and rushed to Lim Deok-sung.

An attack that was incomparable to that day took place in his hands.

Hyorong has a nightmare of blood.

"Oh, my God."

Hyorong remained in place as if his nerves were paralyzed.

With scattered hair, bloodstained, dark red, worn out, bloodstained hands reaching out to him.

Because there was someone who was there. Suddenly he was out of breath. Sound in the throat

He was frustrated as if he had been caught, and his heart was pounding as if it were going to explode. Blood in reverse

It feels like it's backflowing. It was painful, and above all, heartbreaking.

Thick tears streamed down the snow. It was an unstoppable backflow of emotion.

A man shouldn't cry no matter what happens? That's the s*xist thing.

Isn't that a statement? Tears streamed down my cheeks.