I Became A Mechanic

The next day, the area around Jun-woo's office was also noisy.

Individual broadcasters flocked in to relay the scene and even checked who came.

"Once yesterday, all the presidents of the association and the guild masters in Seoul came. Who else will come today? Scordo! It's from Scudou."

Toshiro Mifune, the 40th deputy master of Sukudo, Japan's largest guild, came with six guild members.

-beep.

"SIR, a person came from Sukudo."

"Tell me to come in."

Jun-woo sat in front of the computer and got up to meet Toshiro.

Middle-aged Toshiro bowed his head.

"Hello, I'm glad you're safe."

"Thank you."

According to Murata, they were also a guild that received some gold every month from Dark Star and did not help Korea.

"Do you speak Japanese?"

"Yeah."

Toshiro nodded and bowed his head deeply.

"First of all, we deeply apologize for the delay in cooperation."

As a group, they bowed their heads.

Jun-woo asked.

"I know Japan and South Korea as allies to help each other in times of crisis, so why are you so late?"

"I don't know how it sounds, but there was a problem with the Katsuura Gate, and we could not respond immediately. And since the Korean side didn't ask for cooperation, I thought it was okay and just watched the situation."

It seemed accurate that there was a problem with the Katsuura Gate.

However, according to the news, South Korea sent a request for cooperation to Skudo. Still, it was delayed due to the excuse of the gate.

"Based on this incident, I think Dark Star can invade Korea again at any time. At Scudo, we will help Korea, but before that, if Louis-sama is kidnapped, it will be useless."

"Thank you for your concern."

"I guess we won't get along well with Korea. How would you like to come to Japan right now?"

When Jun-woo didn't answer, Toshiro continued.

"Japan, where we have Sukudo, can protect its citizens from Dark Stars."

Japan was superior to Korea in terms of power.

But Jun-woo had no idea.

If they went to another country, it wasn't a Russian paper that could receive Fabregas' protection. Still, it wasn't Scudo that received the gold from Dark Star.

"no. I have no intention of going to Japan."

"Is that so? then?"

"I will stay in Korea."

"Isn't your relationship with Korea difficult? Did they not turn away from their native Lewis-sama?"

Although angry with Daehan, the ultimate enemy was across the sea in China.

As long as he decided to stay in Korea, there was nothing suitable for Jun-woo as he touched Daehan more.

"Will Daehan make the same choice in the future? Lewis."

Toshiro seemed to want Daehan and Jun-woo to separate.

"We need to improve it so that it doesn't happen twice."

Toshiro closed his heart and answered Jun-woo's answer.

"All right. Just know that Japan is always ready to welcome you."

"Thank you."

"See you next time."

They bowed their heads and left Lewis's office.

When they saw Toshiro leaving, Murata and Yoshimura, who had been watching from a distance, hid close to the building.

Yoshimura said embarrassedly.

"Are you Toshiro? If you get caught, it's over, bro."

"Can I go out like this?"

Murata and Yoshimura have been waiting for Jun-woo's words to come tomorrow since morning.

However, due to the constant crowd, access was impossible.

In addition, some personal broadcasting cameras were roaming around.

"What? brother?"

"Call me."

"Where is your phone?"

"Payphone."

Then Jun-woo's employee Na-rin Park approached them.

Murata and Yoshimura put on their sunglasses and bowed their heads, half-covering their faces with their hands.

Park Na-rin said cautiously.

"Murata?"

Yoshimura was startled and pressed against the wall.

Murata asked cautiously.

"How did you know?"

Park Na-rin carefully held out her smartphone.

Murata got it.

"hello."

Jun-woo's voice came out.

"It's me, Murata. You didn't remove the bomb? He didn't even run away."

"When did you know you were here?"

"About two hours ago?"

"Didn't you send someone sooner?"

"I have too many things to do. People keep coming. I'm sorry."

"When are you going to change your face?"

"First, follow the staff. Give me the phone back."

"I know."

When Murata returned the smartphone, Na-rin Park said.

"Follow me."

Park Na-rin took them to the corner of the underground parking lot next to the two buildings from Lewis's office.

Let Park Na-rin bow her head as if wondering and go away. The remaining Yoshimura looked at her and stretched out her hand.

"Huh? Are you going this way?"

"I think he's coming here."

As Murata said, Jun-woo appeared in front of them.

"Shall we go?"

They waited for Jun-woo's position change skill cooldown.

The place where Jun-woo grabbed them and moved to was in the toilet compartment of the next building.

It felt cramped for three men.

Yoshimura said.

"Isn't it a little cramped? Do you really have to go to a place like this?"

"Because we have to keep it safe."

When the location was changed, they fell to Jun-woo's representative room.

They hurriedly left, and Jun-woo said as he pressed the button on the phone.

"Do not bring anyone into the office, let alone the representative room."

"Okay, sir."

Jun-woo laid a web in the room.

It was a skill book skill that made it impossible to feel mana from the outside.

Murata said, looking at Jun-woo.

"You still haven't deleted it? That skill."

It was the two of them who had seen webs on portals.

"I will erase it. It doesn't help much in battle."

Jun-woo sat in front of the computer, took out the printed paper, and said.

"For now, Yoshimura."

Yoshimura hurriedly revealed the face he had been thinking about.

"Huh? I mean, in a style like Mackenro if possible."

"It's not that, you. I did some research."

"Oh, is it like a background check?"

As Yoshimura sat down on the sofa, Murata followed.

"26 years old, Yoshimura Atsumu. Born in Osaka at 22, he got into an argument on the street, killed two people, and then ran away. What happened to this?"

Yoshimura said, seemingly a little embarrassed.

"It was not long after I became unique from rare. There was an argument, but I couldn't control my strength. I really didn't think I would die from it."

It would depend on who was murdered, but the sentence would not be extended.

The unique ranks are the talents the state needs, and if they were given severe punishment, it was obvious that nine out of ten would flee to Yunnan.

Because of that, the laws were applied differently according to grades in any country.

"After that, it seems like you were called to a place where you put in your best effort. But Murata. I couldn't find the reason you ran away. Can you tell me?"

Murata said at once as if it was not difficult.

"I didn't run away. He was scouted."

"Scout?"

"Originally, I did contract murder in Japan. Then Takane told me to go to the Dark Star. Because they pay more than contract murder. After that, as is known, I sat down like a Japanese dark star captain and worked on this and that."

Jun-woo nodded and asked.

"What do you want from me? you."

Yoshimura answered first.

"I want to get my daily life back to some extent."

Murata said.

"To be honest, it's gold. Many skill levels have not been raised yet."

Gold was also needed by Leon and Eumeria.

Their skill level was also lowered, so it wasn't the highest.

"I'll change your face. For the time being, you will be my bodyguard."

"Because I know. I am Mackenro."

"Murata, what about you?"

"Normal."

"That is the most difficult answer."

Jun-woo took out an assistant robot to the representative room.

I pulled out a blueprint and drew a face.

Then, a doppelganger's skin and ingredients were put into the assistant robot, and the face was remodeled.

Jun-woo peeled off the skin of their face and put it on.

The face was joined with a soft light.

Yoshimura, who had once experienced Automail, stood up with a smile.

He walked over to the mirror and pinched and twisted his face.

"It's not falling, right?"

"If the vitality goes to the extreme, it may be torn."

"Good, good. But it looks like Mackenro, right?"

The Japanese male singer Yoshimura wanted, Mackenro to be handsome enough to draw attention.

Above all, Yoshimura's face was different from theirs.

"Slicing bones is difficult because of the vitality. Satisfied with that. If you make a mistake, you die."

"still… … ."

Even though Yoshimura was sad, he quickly smiled.

"Well, this is enough."

"What about you, Murata?"

Murata had the face of an ordinary man in his mid-30s, with the scars on his face disappearing.

"It's not bad."

Their faces changed, and Jun-woo sat in front of the computer again.

I looked at the printed photos and looked at the two alternately.

"I'll make you work. Which one of the two do you like best?"

Yoshimura and Murata looked at each other.

"Are you also Murata?"

Murata answered.

"I don't. Who are you looking for?"

Jun-woo handed the printed photo to Murata.

There was a human face in the photo.

He was a rare person who, along with Lee Seong-Cheol, bullied many normals, including Jun-woo, in middle school.

"My name is Kim Chang-Seok. It's a rare grade, and looking through SNS, it seems like you often go to the club in Bundang."

"How do I contact you if I find it?"

Jun-woo held out two smartphones.

"If you find it, call me. No, hold on. If you see an opportunity, just beat it to the point where you won't die. Hold on to it and call me."

"Didn't you tell us to obey the law?"

Jun-woo paused for a moment, then opened his mouth.

"There are exceptions."

Murata nodded.

"I know."

"And are there any brokers who are good at manipulating things like birth identity? You don't know this well."

"There are people you can trust."

"At first, ask me to make five people. You, Leon, Eumeria, and even mine."

They even needed the status of Leon and Eumeria.

Because on the day Leon and Eumeria are revealed to be homunculus, the price of the soul stone, which is not easily seen, will also increase.

Murata asked, seemingly puzzled.

"You too?"

"Uh, I don't know if I can use it sometimes, right?"

Murata replied with a grin.

"I know."

"Come on then."

Jun-woo got up and grabbed the two of them.

Then they moved to the bathroom in the next building.

"Go."

Yoshimura asked.

"What am I doing?"

"You're playing around me."

"That's good."

Jun-woo returned to the representative office and sat down at the computer again.

Next, Jun-woo searched for Yamazaki Yuma.

Yuma was a magic warrior from Fukuoka.

According to the article, Yuma was gang assaulted by 12 people, then awakened, killed them all, and was imprisoned.

‘Are you a Berserker?'

It was Jun-woo who suddenly remembered that time.

CCTV photos of related articles appeared on the monitor.

After that, Yuma, imprisoned, was taken away by someone presumed to be Takane. It seems that he was called the King of Destruction and became the charge leader of Yunnan.

Jun-woo thought of Yuma.

Even when not in Berserker's state, Yuma was still strong.

However, the current Leon was not so powerful.

First of all, the difference between the items was extreme.

At that time, Yuma had all the items assumed to be unique+, but now Leon is only Epic+, and it wasn't even the crafted item he picked up.

In addition, the skill level fell.

If you guessed it, it seemed that Yuma's skill levels had all dropped by 3 from before.

Leon and Eumeria were both in a similar situation, so there were plenty of places to put money.

‘Is the workshop still… … .'

First, Jun-woo is called Jun-Seong Park, a material dealer who works with him to sell useless Ori-Halcon and the highest-grade magic stone.

"Hello, President!"

"I'm going to sell Orichalkon and some magic stones. I have about 100 billion won. How much can I buy right now?"

Park Jun-Seong replied with a slightly troubled face.

"that… I think there will be only about 4 top-grade Magic Stones. We will sell the rest in a quick connection, sir."

It seemed that I needed a bigger material store.

Park Jun-seong's Yooseong Market was too small for Jun-woo in the future.

"Let me buy four of them, and tell me when you have the rest."

"Yeah! SIR."

Park Jun-Seong went, and the phone signal came again.

-beep.

"Sir, I got a call from the Blue House, and they say that the President will visit us in two hours. What should I answer?"

It was a formal apology but a difficult greeting to refuse.

"I'll know."

"Okay, sir."

He was the President of Korea and the deputy master of the Daehan Guild.