I Can See Your Code

I see your code (40)

Reynold doubted the sense he had been cultivating for over 10 years as a mercenary.

That sense that saved his life many times and believed more than anyone else. But if your senses aren’t wrong, how do you explain that?

‘It’s not an output that can be produced by heart method.’

The lion’s heart method is not an output-focused technique.

Rather, it is a method that focuses on stability and accumulation speed. Of course, that doesn’t mean there isn’t enough output.

No matter what anyone says, isn’t it the best mental method on the continent?

Even such a lion’s mind cannot produce that kind of power with that level of magical power.

‘It’s impossible for a new god of heaven on the eastern continent to do that.’

The Eastern Continent’s mental method of pouring everything into the output.

I had never seen it, but I knew it.

Otherwise, the center of all ‘nothing’ would have returned to the eastern continent. But the reality was not so, so he could immediately realize.

‘It is not a technology allowed for humans.’

While he was looking at him with complicated eyes, Rihanna immediately opened his eyes.

“Whew… … .”

“it’s over?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. Did you wait long?”

“not really.”

The darkness outside became bright, but Reynol truly felt that way. Because I was so engrossed in Rihanna’s talent that I didn’t know the time was passing.

“What’s the name of that simbeop?”

“It’s the heart of a lion, huh? It’s just a small change from what I was taught.”

“no. That’s not a lion’s trick.”

Reinol answered with a determined expression.

“I’m sorry to compare you to that.”

This is not to undermine the spirit of a lion.

It’s just that it’s true. He was proud of his method, but it wasn’t arrogance.

Even if it was derived from the lion’s mind, the difference was too great to put the two on the same line.

“So, you choose your name.”

“Well… … .”

I’m not sure about the name.

It’s the same with Ryan. It’s an abbreviation for ‘I can’t play Lee’. Isn’t it unreasonable to see it as a normal naming sense?

It was the same in the community.

Leave the name to someone else.

It was a free game, so it was a favorable atmosphere for the developer, so I said everything.

It is derived from the lion mind method, so is it called the tiger mind method?

I feel like my energy is rising.

“I’ll do it as a honwon-gong.”

“That’s a good name.”

“Then I’m happy.”

If you use horn power, honwongong.

It’s not like you have to have the power to learn it, but it’s okay because I can use both of them anyway.

There was something else that bothered me more.

Rihanna opened her mouth with a cautious expression.

“And, this way of thinking… … .”

“I don’t need to teach you.”

“… … Did you learn to read mind?”

There was no such setting.

“Because it was obvious what I had to say. I taught you, did you think you should teach it too?”

“… … yes.”

“I know the subject. I know how to differentiate between what I can digest and what I can’t. It’s not just my story, I don’t think anyone among humans can digest it.”

It’s like hitting a giant’s power into a human body.

No, more than that.

The prerequisite is the body of a giant, because they can’t learn the psychic method.

It is impossible for a giant who supports physical abilities to learn the psychic method, and for a human who can use the psychic method, the physical ability cannot support it.

The same goes for other races.

Not to mention elves who are weaker than humans, not to mention vampires who fight using blood or dwarves who are far from fighting.

It was impossible for any race known to Raynor to learn that.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mental method for only Rihanna.

‘This is enough not to cause jealousy.’

How to compete with opponents of the same rank.

A D-class mercenary is not jealous of the Kingdom Knights Commander.

If you dare to feel something, it is envy or awe.

There is nothing more miserable than comparing yourself to someone like that. another world human. Inside him, things were sorted out.

‘But that doesn’t mean I gave up.’

Rinol raised his arm.

“If you make a simbeop, you should start experimenting with it.”

“Experiment?”

“Performance experiment. If you don’t like it, you can do it later.”

“I’m fine.”

Ryan’s expression brightened.

performance experiment? This is exactly what I wanted to ask here. I want to work hard from a while ago, because I was struggling to soothe my itchy body.

I wondered how much performance an EX-class skill that is not in the setting would perform.

“Isn’t the route the same as the lion’s mind?”

“yes. From the right arm.”

“Anything possible?”

“It’s still only my right arm.”

“It’s ridiculous for a guy who just started talking like that… … .”

Reinol matched Rian’s magic and gave strength to his right arm.

“Do you know how?”

“I read it in the biography of the Liberation King.”

“Then there is no need to explain.”

Reynold and Rihanna raised their right arms.

A long tradition passed down hundreds of years ago. The technology that was used to cultivate friendship with each other is now being used in a battle of strength.

“Then let’s go right away.”

“yes. Please come.”

bang!

The two fists collided, creating a roar.

This tradition, which may have existed thousands of years ago, is just punching.

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“Is your arm okay?”

“No problem.”

There seems to be a problem.

I refitted it, but my arm was broken. In a literal sense.

When I saw the limp arms and asked to go to the temple, I just glanced at it and put it together by myself.

Was Rinol such a tough personality?

Don’t lean forward I thought Guan Yu had returned.

“… … I’m sorry.”

“What did I say to do?”

“Nevertheless.”

This long-standing tradition of competing with the same magical powers, the calculation of physical abilities was omitted.

I must have wondered what kind of effect a dusty body would have in front of magical power, but thanks to that, I almost sent a person to the goal.

“It’s not just about physical abilities.”

Reynol wrapped a bandage around her blood-stained arm and continued.

“Did you lose your strength just before?”

“… … How did you know?”

“How many years have I been a mercenary? I have one sense of confidence. Well, something like this.”

Then he gently raised his arm. These wounds mean nothing.

“Even though I lost my strength just before, there’s such a gap. It can’t be said that it’s simply because of physical abilities.”

“Is the magic power slightly different?”

“Not a little. It made a huge difference.”

Rinol slowly opened her mouth.

“Incomparable.”

“… … .”

Actually I felt it too.

It’s not even a little bit of power. Almost half of it was subtracted, but that’s the difference.

Conditions other than physical ability were the same.

Even so, the fact that the arm was so weak means that there was a difference in the power of magical power.

Rinol laughed bitterly.

“You don’t need to look at me. Because it’s okay.”

“You must visit the temple. A swordsman’s arms are life.”

“I will go anyway. Anyway, even if I go there, it is the same to hit my arm first and receive treatment, so I did it in advance.”

is it that way? Not even a real guinea pig.

I sighed as I watched Linol go out.

okay. Where did the arm not fly?

The amputation must be treated by a bishop level, the only bishop I know who has left Layton to transport the Inquisitor.

He opened his mouth, confirming that Reynol’s cord was moving away.

“Are you coming out soon?”

I didn’t know I was going to be able to do the lines I only see in cartoons. It doesn’t mean that other lines come to mind.

I couldn’t wait to come out, so I stared at the back of the wall.

[NPC-1-MC-C]

Mercenary Class C.

It’s the same level as the Scavengers I’ve met before. A level that can handle magic.

As I continued to stare, the opponent came out with a reluctant look.

“I couldn’t see you, how did you know?”

Deja vu?

Reminds me of a strange man.

“I don’t know, did Byron sent it?”

“right. They told me to put your head on the square.”

He laughed at that.

Byron is cautious enough to send two A grades to us, who had nothing. Now, sending a C grade and asking me to follow your neck doesn’t make sense.

He opened his mouth to see what he was up to.

“Well. I don’t know if that’s possible. Have you forgotten what happened before?”

“The investigation has already been completed.”

The man replied with a triumphant expression.

“No one could have imagined that there would be guardians in the mountains. I don’t know how you noticed it, but I’ll commend you for the scheme that led you to that point.”

“… … .”

Why do you say Ji is happy when Ji isn’t attracted to her?

It’s ridiculous, but he opened his mouth again.

“Besides, one even betrayed me. Two B-class and guardian’s pincers. No matter how hard I try, it’s natural that even Mickelson-sama of lightning can’t stand it.”

“… … Is that guy’s name Mickelson of Lightning?”

A mercenary who came with Sirke.

Was the title Lightning? I thought it was too grandiose for the extras. I chased after like lightning.

My partner looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“Can’t you even remember his name? He’s a worse brain than I thought.”

“I didn’t even ask.”

“Then you are an ignorant bastard.”

“… … .”

I just knew the name of the one who was going to die soon, and I was just wondering what to do.

It wasn’t even named.

I didn’t need to explain every word, so instead, I asked a question.

“The reason the witch betrayed me. Don’t you think we lost the fight?”

“No way. Sirke, that bitch has never been a good follower of Byron-sama. It wouldn’t be strange if he suddenly betrayed me.”

“Are you sure you betrayed me at that time?”

“It is not a random time. If a 7-star guardian is an opponent, even an A-class mercenary must be prepared for significant injuries.”

Oh, I know what it is.

“Oh man, you’re a loser.”

If I had seen the fight scenes, I wouldn’t have said something like that. And there’s no way Byron didn’t know about it. He’s a guy who even knows about ‘blue blood vessels’.

And yet, that he doesn’t know is more than just saying he didn’t tell me?

Watch station or discard tile.

This guy will be the latter.

If it was Byron, he would have found out that I was as good as a human ghost. Dealing with people is the same as setting.

The man frowned and opened his mouth.

“You are misunderstanding something. I am not a throwaway player.”

“Where is the discard card that you know will be thrown away?”

“Haha, I guess you don’t know yet.”

dude is hoo and laughed.

proud face.

what? Is it like a brain-type bookkeeper?

There would be no such person in the setting. However, there are so many things that have changed, so it is not unusual for a new character to appear.

I was a little nervous and looked around again.

No other code is visible. So what? Looking at him, he opened his mouth again with a triumphant expression on his face.

“I am a C grade. I am not a person who will be used as a consumable item.”

“… … .”

It was just a frog in a well.

If it’s a C grade, it’s not a class that can be ignored wherever you go, but it’s not even creepy. In the first place, isn’t Byron used as an A-grade consumable item?

For a moment, I was nervous about it.

He sighed and relaxed himself.

“Recite the words you told me to tell you.”

“… … How did you not know that?”

“Because that’s his way.”

“… … .”

The boy’s eyes fluttered.

I’m not so good now and I look insecure. After standing like that for a while, he suddenly pulled out his sword.

“… … The prosecutor speaks with a sword. Isn’t that what it is?”

“Sounds stupid. How do you communicate with a sword?”

It is not.

“Then what is that knife?”

“Because there is no need to communicate.”

The sword he drew was pointed at me.

“You will die here.”

“… … That’s not what I meant to tell you.”

“Because you may be right.”

The boy’s eyes fluttered anxiously.

“Before you came, Byron-sama said something. If you see a chance, you can kill me.”

“What does that have to do with my words?”

“If you decide to use it as a discard card, I will prove my usefulness again.

I don’t know what’s the use of suppressing a little kid by force, but he doesn’t care and starts injecting magical power into his sword.

That’s dozens of times more than I am now.

Seeing that, I regretted it. Just like the sand on the beach, the difference is as low as a C grade.

This is not the time to be proud of having acquired a skill.

He made up his mind and breathed all the psychic powers into his right arm.

Opponent is grade C.

I lack more magical power than that, and I lack swordsmanship skills.

Victory is one shot.

He raised the scabbard with his right hand and threw it at him.

Peeing.

The sound catches up a little later.

“Gagging!”

He flew to the wall.

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