National Museum of Korea (1)
Scratch!
Jinhyuk lightly stroked the tip of his finger.
Immediately, drops of blood flowed down the spine.
If it was a day ago, this would be 'red liquid flowing through the body'
It couldn't have meant more than that.
But now it's different.
Because the blood infused with mana was the medium that made various Shamanisms and magic a reality.
'It's been a while since I've done a barrier that distorts space.'
It wasn't an official barrier that could be used in the tower, but it wasn't that easy to activate.
Jinhyuk put his finger on the hanji paper.
Whoops!
dētórquĕo.
Latin written in blood gave off a subtle glow.
'great. It's done.'
Next was the eastern entrance.
Jinhyeok wrote a starter word to create barriers in the four defenses of the National Museum of Korea.
Let's finish up to the last north entrance.
huuuuuuoooooooooooooooooooo
A transparent curtain covered the entire museum.
[Barrier 'Immature Dimensional Break' is triggered!]
[View is distorted.]
[Noise is reduced by 70%.]
If the materials were better, the adjective 'immature' could have been removed. The material purchased at the mart and the thin concentration of mana was the limit.
'Still, this is not bad enough.'
After distorting my vision, I even reduced the noise.
At the very least, it will be possible to prevent an accident from the police coming.
Jinhyuk got up from his seat and relaxed his hands and feet.
'It reminds me of the old days.'
When I first came to the museum, there was a commotion because the barrier was not even set.
A nightmare came to mind of dozens of police cars, helicopters, and even a bounty event for three weeks.
It is a memory that I can't forget even if I want to forget it.
'If possible, I hope that other people will not forget those memories... .'
well.
You just have to check it out for yourself to see how it really is.
[You have entered the event area.]
As soon as I entered the room, a thick bloody smell stung my nostrils.
'also .'
expected it
The world has changed and people will change too.
However.
The gap between expectations and reality was more than I expected.
I saw a guard lying on the floor.
Seeing the blood she shed, she couldn't possibly survive.
'There is a guest who came first.'
I wasn't alone.
Because the wounds on the corpse were caused by at least three different types of weapons.
And what they're after.
It must be a relic stored in the Middle Ages Customs.
To be precise, it's after everyone who broke into this place.
Daedongyeojido (大東輿地圖).
This map was compiled and published by Gosanja Kim Jeong-ho.
Of course, it's not that the intruders want to see what the eighth province of Korea looks like.
The old map infused with mana contains information about the Tower of Trials, so everyone wants this map.
Think about it.
Where are the labyrinths and ruins?
If all the items and monsters were written down, who wouldn't covet them?
Although there was only information up to the 10th floor, it was more than enough to light up my eyes.
The corner of Jinhyuk's mouth went up.
Yes.
Everyone will covet it.
'You wouldn't know that the relics of real importance are hidden in the mud.'
puck! Whoops!
Ududuk!
Aww!
You bastard bastards!
Let go! This is mine. It's mine!
Screams and shouts were mixed.
Outside the broken display case, relics of many years were scattered.
right then
Stop moving. Don't move!
A man in a black suit put a ponytail around his neck.
He was a muscular man in his early 30s with sports hair.
Everyone who moves from now on will die by me.
Textbook threats continued.
Naturally, the seeds didn't work either.
You're fucking boring.
There's no one here to be fooled by that kind of thing.
If you wiggle even one toe, I'll break your bone.
The people around them each held their own weapons.
It was as if he could do anything about murder for the sake of relics.
...I. This is Yongdupa Oh Hyeong-seok.
Although gangs have almost disappeared in Korea, no one does not know the name Yongdupa.
But.
Puhaha! It's a gangster. A gangster. Hey, you're scared. Was that so?
If you're a gangster, don't you put a knife in your belly button?
The sarcastic reaction did not subside.
Yeah, I can't even put it into words.
Oh Hyung-seok clenched his fist.
OK.
That play!
Cracks occurred in both arms.
A unique ability that makes the body hard as rock.
It was 'petrification'.
Only then did the smiles disappear from the faces of those who were dying.
Bur, you already got your unique ability?
Damn, that's dangerous...
Everyone flinched and stepped back.
It is a unique ability that can only bloom through a special skill.
Of course, you can't even scratch it with a cutlery.
The atmosphere quickly shifted to one side.
The map is mine.
Oh Hyung-seok looked around.
It's like nailing ownership.
But that was then.
Heh heh. It's hard to agree with that.
An old man behind him stepped forward.
Thick veins protruded from Oh Hyeong-seok's forehead.
Hey, inspiration. Did you just not see it?
It's called Min Jung-woo, not inspiration. Live with affection and friendship. Well, that's what it means.
Who is Tong Seong-myeong and Hajae? I understand the atmosphere and I'm into it. It's possible to break that dry neck and chicken hair like a twist.
This young friend has a very rough mouth. He has a knife on his tongue.
Min Jung-woo clicked his tongue as if bitterly.
But it was only for a short time.
Instead of bitterness in the words that followed, there was a thick flesh in it.
But, would it be quicker for you to break my neck, or would it be quicker for me to turn you into charcoal?
Whoops!
A ball of fire the size of a fist was blazing over Min Jung-woo's palm.
A unique ability to handle the element of fire.
Magic?
Yes. That's magic.
An earthquake occurred in Oh Hyung-seok's pupil.
But, there is no escape.
The fireball that left Min Jung-woo's hand quickly engulfed Oh Hyeong-seok's whole body.
KwaKwaKwaKwaKwaKwa!
Aaaaaaah!
Oh Hyung-seok twisted his whole body.
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