Possessed in a Thousand Novels

1. The Tutorial Is f*cking Difficult (2)

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-Akashiu: Hey, how many minutes do you think that guy will be back in the waiting room?

-Akashiu: I bet on 1 hour.

-Urban Siwoo: Isn’t 1 hour too generous? 50 minutes a

-Akashiu: Is that so?

-London City: I expected 40 minutes at best.

-Akashiu: Last time I lasted for 50 minutes, but this time it will probably be a little longer.

-Matap Siu: Then I think I’ll let my guard down and come back after getting hit by the first arrow. I bet on 3 minutes.

-Akashiu: Isn’t 3 minutes too much? hahahaha

-Matap Siu: ‘This time, I’ll wake up.’ 〈〈〈 I’ve never seen one pass out of all the ones that do it.

-Matap Siu: That should actually be seen as a declaration of failure.

-Akashiu: ㄹㅇㅋㅋ

-Urban Siwoo: ㄹㅇㅋㅋ

-London City: ㄹㅇㅋㅋ

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*

The sound of footsteps echoed in the dreary chill of the hallway.

The owner of the footsteps is Siwoo. He was calmly moving forward, counting each step.

’10, 11, 12, 13…’

He looked for other ways to make up for his lack of reaction speed.

What I learned at the end is the technique of keeping the stride length completely constant.

With this alone, you could accurately predict when the trap would fly. And being able to predict meant that perfect avoidance was possible. Because traps have a certain pattern.

Therefore, as the number grew, Siwoo’s body gained strength.

‘… 28, 29, 30. Now!’

Tooung-

As soon as Siwoo heard the sound, he pressed his body against the wall on the right.

The first arrow passes behind your back. Siu put the shield on his left arm to his side.

Teeing-

The second arrow was blocked by the shield. Siwoo quickly pushed against the wall.

Wedge-

My back hit the opposite wall. A third arrow passed over the back of my hand.

Jump right away!

The fourth arrow flew down and tumbled. The next ass.

I must have fallen by mistake, but my sacrum hurt a little.

However, Si-woo did not show any signs and stood up calmly.

‘Good. It was perfect.’

Siwoo was sincerely confident that his evasion was perfect.

Wouldn’t it have been better if I hadn’t been hit even once?

Of course, there were moments when he wanted to leave a badass mad movie, but every time he did that, the arrow always awakened his spirit.

Appearance was not something to be taken care of in the face of flying arrows.

‘Next… 75 steps. From the right thigh.’

Siwoo changed his shield to his right arm according to the pattern and walked forward.

This time it was easier than the previous trap. Just block two arrows with a shield and do a little tap dance.

This was also a movement that I learned after trying it four times.

‘Good. Let’s just keep doing this from now on.’

As Siwoo encouraged himself and started walking, a purple notification window appeared.

[I hate the ‘Daughter of the Ancients.’]

“Oh, sister. “Are you here?”

Siwoo’s face brightened at the appearance of a welcome guest.

Siwoo looked up at the ceiling and waved his hand.He spoke in a friendly manner.

“I was already wondering when you would come, and you came just when I thought. “Aren’t you bored during this time?”

[When the ‘Primordial Daughter’ finds out, she asks if she should have challenged herself more often.]

“No matter what, doing this three times a day is a bit… “After trying it once, I felt drained.”

[The ‘Daughter of the Ancients’ encourages us to take on the challenge a little more energetically.]

“Well. “I don’t think I’m lacking in that department.”

[…]

Suddenly she stopped speaking.

Various thoughts continued in Siwoo’s head.

Am I embarrassed? He didn’t seem like that kind of personality in the original. Is there any other reason? You should refrain from speaking in a stream of consciousness.

Meanwhile, my feet steadily measured the distance to the trap.

’84, 85!’

Arrows flew from all directions. Among them were rocks and shuriken.

If it were a normal person, it would have been a hive, but Siwoo has a clear manual. Regardless of the external appearance, the manual is sure to be effective.

After Siwoo followed the manual and avoided everything, she spoke to him again.

[The ‘Daughter of the Ancients’ asks if he can stop making such shameful gestures.]

“Uh… That might be difficult…”

Siwoo responded by rolling around like a slug.

This is a strategy that was finally achieved after being breached seven times.

If I give up on this, the time I spent so far would be a waste.

Si-Woo pretended to be embarrassed and smiled awkwardly at the ceiling.

[The ‘Daughter of the Ancients’ sighs.]

Siwoo laughed breathlessly because he felt like he could somehow picture his sister’s expression.

I felt much more comfortable dealing with her than with other people, even her ‘me’.

Maybe that’s why she completely relaxed, and was able to forget for a moment that this was a tutorial.

Maybe it’s thanks to her that I can keep trying the tutorials. A thought suddenly occurred to me.

So she spoke seriously.

“But I think I can keep holding on like this thanks to you. The fact that we are talking together now, and the fact that you have stayed… “I am always grateful.”

As the atmosphere suddenly became heavy, the message was cut off. As if she didn’t know how to respond.

Siwoo weighed several hypotheses in his mind.

Is this the first time even the longest-living god has been treated like this? Or maybe I don’t like relationships that are too deep?

However, he never showed his worries and silently broke through the trap. I believe that someday she will talk to me again.

It was about 20 minutes later that that faith was rewarded.

[The ‘Daughter of the Ancients’ asks how long she will continue to treat her sister.]

“No way. “Any woman older than me is my sister.”

It seemed like she was trying to brighten her mood, so Si-woo waved her hand and responded lightly.

It would be a lie if there was no intention to make the relationship closer to the word ‘sister’, but it wasn’t just a lie since in real life it was either an aunt or a sister.

[The ‘Primordial Daughter’ asks if there are other titles besides sister.]

“Another title? There is no such thing… “Isn’t it because the languages are different?”

Since you probably don’t want to hear words like ‘grandmother’, there is some kind of value-neutral word like ‘grandmother’.It was likely to exist in the language of .

When translated by magic, emotions and nuances are mixed, so ‘sister’ may not be translated using that word.

Even though he guessed, Siwoo smiled slyly, pretending not to know.

What she said was because she knew that she did not hate being called sister at all.

[The ‘primordial daughter’ grumbles that it’s okay if she doesn’t know.]

“Yes, got it. … Sister.”

Siwoo smiled and continued walking forward.

The dimly lit road did not feel dark at all.

*

The Primordial Daughter had recently been eyeing a challenger.

The challenger’s name is Siwoo. She was still the man staying on the first floor.

He was a man in whom everything was questionable.

It’s strange that she was called to the tutorial with such an ordinary talent, but when I checked, she and the management team had never singled out Siwoo.

But Siwoo was in the tutorial.

‘It doesn’t make sense from the beginning.’

What was even more strange was that her intuition was pointing to Si-woo.

Her intuition wasn’t something to be ignored. A wise person’s intuition is an unconscious insight created by accumulated experience and knowledge, and she was the most experienced being in the world. It clearly meant that there was something special about Siwoo.

Of course, there were things that even she had not experienced.

For example.

“Can you stop making such shameful gestures?”

-Uh… That might be difficult…

Ha…

She couldn’t bear to see that bouncing motion anymore.

Why do I pass like that when I have the ability to pass with flying colors? She could never understand human psychology…

-But I think I can keep holding on like this thanks to you. The fact that we are talking together now, and the fact that you have stayed… I am always grateful.

Again, it was like this again.

Her man would sometimes say things to her that she couldn’t respond to.

As I was pondering the sentence, wondering what it was about those words that made me like this, something caught me.

“How long are you going to keep acting like that sister?”

-No way. Any woman older than me is my sister.

I was bothered by the jokes, which clearly had clear intentions.

Is it just because of that reason? Or does she feel that way more because she wants something else? Even she couldn’t clearly distinguish it.

All we can know is the type of emotion.

She spoke carefully, subtly expressing what those emotions wanted.

“There are other titles besides sister.”

-A different title? There is no such thing… Isn’t it because the languages are different?

You really don’t know.

Even though it was a universal name for a god, Siwoo seemed to have no idea about it.

Does that mean she views her as her own human being? Siwoo’s personality had many unique aspects.

“… Okay. “It’s okay if you don’t know.”

She answered sulkily and buried her face in her pillow.

In the dreamy darkness, her true feelings formed a sentence.

‘Mother… Called. She wishes she could call her that…’

Probably, I will never call you that again.

Primordial daughterHe swallowed his regret and watched Siwoo again.

Standing in front of the boss room, he looked more excited than ever.