Episode 127
Episode 127. Suppression Complete
Lee Sangmin.
As a first-generation player who has been active for 12 years, I am the so-called ghost of the first generation who has stayed in platinum for the past 10 years.
Or a player called the goalkeeper.
But he too was once a promising talent.
He was a player in the upper Platinum rank standing in front of the Diamond Wall.
Of course, I also had a lot of arena experience with current top players.
A world-class ranker and the highest ranked man in the Korean Awakening Association.
He also had arena experience with the Iron King, Kim Mu-yeol.
That’s why.
‘Nonsense…….’
For Lee Sang-min, who had been in the arena with Kim Moo-yeol several times, he couldn’t believe the current reality.
That man was so cold-hearted that he was sharp as a knife.
-What kind of crazy kid says something like that!!
I mean, that look of excitement.
Actually, I was skeptical when I first heard the voice.
‘Is that really Kim Moo-yeol?’
Iron King Kim Mu-yeol.
He has deep connections with the political and financial worlds and was also quite close to Lee Soon-chul, the chairman of Seongsam, who is considered the pinnacle of the Korean business world.
From one’s strength and ability to one’s connections.
How can he, who lacks nothing, be in direct contact with a player who just became Platinum?
But I didn’t have time to think that far.
-Answer me! I’m asking what kind of idiot would say such nonsense!!
Kim Moo-yeol, who never raised his voice even once.
This isn’t just about Lee Sang-min.
If you ask any citizen of the Republic of Korea who knows Kim Moo-yeol, the same thing will come back to you.
He said he had never seen the cool-headed association president so excited.
no.
In the first place, I wonder if the feeling of excitement even exists in that man.
But.
“Hmm. I guess they don’t feel like answering?”
-How dare… … those little things disrespect me?!
It’s happening.
-Are you saying that a mere Platinum is ignoring Kim Moo-yeol’s words?
Leaving out the feeling of excitement.
Judging from the tone of voice coming from the other end of the phone, it was definitely the Kim Moo-yeol that Lee Sang-min remembered.
This is the noble Kim Moo-yeol who doesn’t even treat anyone below Diamond rank.
and.
-Phew… … Kim Si-moon.
“yes.”
This unbelievable phenomenon was not a one-off midday dream.
-Until I get there, don’t let anyone move from there.
It was the beginning of a terrible nightmare.
“Even I can… … They’re also platinum. How can I just hold them back when they’re supposed to be the national team?”
Kwaaang!
-Then catch him even if you have to tear his limbs to pieces!!
The loud noise was enough to cause concern over the association’s building.
Along with that, the sound coming from Shimun’s phone suddenly stops.
The call must have been disconnected.
“… … .”
“… … .”
The waiting room was frozen in a different sense than before.
The poem spoke to their innermost feelings as they became mute.
“Everyone, are you X-ed?”
* * *
[Breaking News! The Association President’s Sudden Procession?]
[The top floor of the association is in a state of rage and the iron king is furious! Secretary Choi Chang-wook says, ‘It’s just a minor problem’]
[Urgent Acquisition! Platinum Department is the one that angered the Ironwood King? Controversy over internal division in the national team!]
[‘Do you really want to die?’ All the major guilds in the country are shocked by the call from the association president!]
[The cause of the controversy is Jeong Ha-jun and Kim Si-moon? Kim Jong-jun of the Scorpion Guild. ‘We are looking into the situation. There is nothing to worry about.’]
[Platinum Department’s discord rumors. The anxious participating guilds and Kim Si-moon’s silence]
It’s been just three hours since I last spoke with my uncle, Kim Moo-yeol.
But the amount of articles pouring down like a waterfall was truly enormous.
That wasn’t all.
-What happened? Is the Iron King angry?
-Yeah. My friend is an association employee. I heard the association president was really pissed. I’ve never seen him that angry before.
-Really? Is that person a person with anger?
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-He’s a human being who, if you stab him, won’t bleed but instead spurt out liquid…
-It’s true. My older sister is also an association employee. I heard that the association president came down to the parking lot with a lively air.
-I just spoke to my uncle. He said there’s chaos at the national team training center right now. He didn’t give me any details.
All kinds of sites, including the Arena community, were abuzz.
It can’t be helped.
Kim Moo-yeol, who has been synonymous with coolness since his days as a first-generation member.
The coldness and cruelty he displayed in his past personal broadcasts made not only enemies but also allies shiver.
Of course, it goes without saying that this happened after I became the president of the association.
Shimun’s hand, which was touching the phone screen, stops.
[I’m a current manager at the national training center… … This is no joke.]
-The current manager is a piece of sh*t lol. I’m Golem Choi Chang-wook. You little shit.
-Really… … Here right now… … Just know that it’s a sea of blood… … .
-Please do it lol. Are you saying that the president of the association is going to beat up the national team players or something?
-Sea of blood, okay lol.
-Even if he’s the Iron King, why did he lose to the national team? Can’t that idiot get aggro?
Is it because of the title of current manager?
A post from a community that is exploding with views and comments.
The poet who saw it let out a sly laugh.
“The employees here also have a community.”
but.
If there is a place where a certain level of anonymity is guaranteed, then it is not impossible.
-No kidding. The game starts tomorrow. And if you’re the type of person who’s the president of the association, you’ll just kick them all out. You won’t get your hands dirty.
-22. But it seems like you’re getting a lot of aggro? The number of comments is crazy, lol.
-Didn’t you already warn the participating guilds? It seems like that’s what happened when you read the article.
-Yeah, I’m one of the members of that guild. The executives have been called up and there’s chaos right now.
-Then it’s over. What kind of training ground is this? LOL. Fight as much as you can, you mortal.
Comments increase in real time as you scroll down.
Shimun shook his head.
“The writer must have felt wronged.”
It’s true.
A poem glancing outside the door with a regretful tone.
But no more screams were heard.
I knew exactly what kind of scream had been heard from beyond that door just a moment ago.
And the glass wall next to it.
Even the appearance of the restless association and training center staff reflected there.
Especially the man who is two meters tall among the members of the association.
Considering Golem Choi Chang-wook’s embarrassed face, the sea of blood written by the anonymous employee is definitely not an exaggeration.
‘I think it’s one of those people. Who could it be?’
Just as I was about to turn my gaze back to my phone at the increasingly frequent noise outside,
Bam!
The door to the reception room opens roughly, and the lingering noise from outside flows inside.
“Choi Chang-wook.”
“Yes, Mr. Chairman.”
The man who stirred up South Korea in just 3 hours.
“Get rid of all those bastards. Get them off the national team roster.”
“Yes? But… … I understand.”
Choi Chang-wook asks in surprise.
However, he quietly closed the door and left, facing the fearsome gaze of his master who seemed as if he would cut himself down.
“after…….”
Like a well-sharpened blade.
The voice that was always calm and sharp started shaking unsteadily.
A man sighed deeply.
Kim Moo-yeol walked with a shaky gait and roughly wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
one.
“f*ck!”
Is there a lot of spilled liquid?
Or maybe it’s just dried up because some time has passed.
Kim Moo-yeol threw his handkerchief, full of irritation at the blood that wasn’t being wiped off properly.
Sigh.
It’s hard to believe that heaven and earth have met.
“You little punks! What? Boycott?!”
bang!
Kim Moo-yeol, breathing heavily, lightly overturned a bookshelf next to him and approached the poem.
A procession reminiscent of a wild beast filled with rage.
Even though it was a terrifying aura that would make even the most serious men nervous.
Horok.
Shimun, who was drinking carbonated water, calmly looked at his uncle, who was sitting down across from him.
Within.
“I didn’t know my uncle was this popular. If he debuted as an idol right away, he would be a huge hit.”
A poem told in a relaxed voice that does not fit at all with this ominous atmosphere.
“… … What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Kim Moo-yeol growled at him, but that was all.
I immediately clicked my tongue at the sight of her shaking her phone.
“Tsk. Looks like the trash is already opening its mouth.”
“It’s strange that no one is making a fuss when this mess has been made.”
Shimun put down his drink and said.
“So you said to do it in moderation?”
“No one is dead. Isn’t this enough?”
How much more moderate are you asking me to be here?
Shimun shrugged his shoulders at Kim Moo-yeol’s murderous gaze.
“Well, for an uncle, it ended pretty well.”
Iron King Kim Mu-yeol.
This man, who would even kill if necessary, is actually a nemesis.
He was a man who had even attempted to assassinate his own nephew.
That he finished the job without a single casualty.
It really meant that a lot of mercy went into it.
What’s more, that.
“You are the ones who dared to defy my will on the subject of Platinum. It is a very good thing that you are still breathing.”
There was no need to even mention anyone who went against the will of the Iron King of the world.
“Still, they are people who have support.”
They say it’s perennial platinum.
In other words, they are players with some skill who are ranked in the upper ranks of Platinum.
Naturally, many of the country’s leading guilds were behind them.
but.
“Ha! What are those first generation ghosts planning to do?”
The iron king of the world.
Does it mean nothing to Kim Moo-yeol, the president of the Korean Association?
“Even if I kill those bastards right now, they won’t dare open their mouths to me.”
He answered without a moment’s hesitation.
no.
“They must have accepted those kinds of things as guild members because they were all scumbags to begin with. I don’t care about scumbags. I just kill them if they dare.”
I couldn’t stand to be so harsh that I ground it alive in a blender.
Shimun, who was sticking his tongue out at his uncle, laughed heartily.
“This person is my uncle. He is so dependable.”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
Then, Kim Moo-yeol glared at him with his eyes wide open.
“I didn’t come here to look after you.”
He growled lowly like a wild beast about to pounce.
As if sending a warning to the poet.
“Because those rascals dared to rebel against my will. They challenged my authority!”
It was a threatening warning that would make even the most experienced Diamond players tense up.
“Well, there aren’t many people who rebelled against their uncle and survived.”
Shimun just shrugged his shoulders in a strange tone.
Is that annoying?
Kim Moo-yeol’s eyes fluttered for a moment, but that was it.
“Whew… … Anyway. From now on, no one will be able to stop you from participating.”
As if he didn’t want to get caught up in the pace of poetry.
Kim Moo-yeol finished his story by roughly sweeping his bangs up.
The poem did not ask questions like, “What if it still exists?”
‘If more people come out here complaining about me… …then we’ll all really die out.’
It won’t end with just touching the players like it is now.
Probably uprooting the entire guild I belonged to.
Those leaders and executives will disappear without anyone knowing.
Perhaps someone as high as Kim Jong-jun, the vice-minister of the Scorpion Guild, would be able to survive.
He was a man with that much power.
I’m talking about this guy named Kim Moo-yeol.
“By the way, what now?”
“What are you talking about?”
Shimun gestured outside, bustling with activity as he escorted the blood-covered national troops.
“Looking at you, you really are just holding your breath. Your injury looks serious. Will you be able to play tomorrow?”
“Didn’t you just hear? Those guys are going to be wiped off the national team roster.”
“Hmm.”
The poem sighs softly at him.
‘Let’s see. We swept away everyone except for five or six people, excluding Lee Sang-min… … .’
A special national competition with a capacity of 30 people.
The situation is such that everyone except Lee Sang-min and the six people who defended him are being carried out.
So, that means a total of 8 people, including myself, have to hold a special event tomorrow.
Are you satisfied with the slightly gathered eyebrows of the poet?
“Why, aren’t you confident?”
The corners of Kim Moo-yeol’s mouth, which had been full of laughter until now, turned up for the first time.
“Well, even if you have lost your sense of fear, it won’t be easy for a mere 8 people to defeat 30 trained men.”
Even those who are selected for the national team are considered to be in the upper-middle platinum ranks.
Of course, there were many cases where true talents aiming for Diamond did not participate in the national team trials.
However, this does not mean that the skills of the participants were lowered.
What’s more, if these people had trained together for several months for a team match.
“I have no intention of changing the terms of the deal. I personally looked after you like this. Be prepared if you lose this special battle.”
The usual blade-like appearance.
Shimun shook his head at Kim Moo-yeol, who was also served with a spoonful of arsenic.
‘I wondered why you came in person. I guess there was some calculation involved.’
From the moment he was asked to join the national team, he must have been confident that he wouldn’t fail.
Isn’t there always a “what if” in human affairs?
There was a chance that the game could have been lost.
If that happens, there is a calculation that all responsibility will be placed on oneself.
And to make that calculation more certain, more than half of the national team must have been kicked out today.
Of course, as expected from an uncle, my first priority would be to appease my arrogant prestige and temper.
“Really. You are so thorough. Uncle, I respect you.”
A poem that makes people shake their heads.
I was sincere.
Although he was confident in his poetry due to his experience in his previous life, his uncle Kim Mu-yeol did not miss even the smallest detail.
“Don’t worry though.”
A smile appears on Shimun’s lips as he shakes his head.
“Even if I go out alone, there’s no problem in winning the special exhibition.”
That smile was a bright smile, the complete opposite of his uncle Kim Mu-yeol’s sarcasm.
Is that uncomfortable?
“under!”
Kim Moo-yeol snorted.
“Your arrogance pierces the heavens.”
“Is that so? Well, my uncle is like that too. Maybe it’s a family thing.”
A poem that responds without supporting.
Unable to bring himself to refute her, he asked his uncle, who had his mouth wide open.
“Uncle, put aside all the feelings between us and speak objectively. Do you think what I said is wrong?”
“… … .”
Kim Moo-yeol stares at the poem in silence.
Although he wanted to immediately attack that arrogant nephew with sharp words, Kim Moo-yeol could not open his mouth.
It was natural.
Feelings with poetry are feelings.
The eyes of the Iron King of Ranker were clearly telling him that this damn nephew would be able to sweep away the special war all by himself.
As if the answer was found in Kim Moo-yeol’s silence.
“See? So don’t worry about the special exhibition. Just take care of the work I give you later.”
Shimun’s smile grew even brighter.
The arsenic that had been hanging around Kim Moo-yeol’s mouth disappeared as if it had been washed away.
“… … I really hope you lose.”
“Uncle, are you going to get the recording again?”
“Huh! Your neck will be cut before that.”
“Haha!”
Shimun burst into laughter at his uncle’s immediate response, resting his chin on his hand and asking.
“Is that really so? My uncle has no choice but to listen to whatever I say.”
“You bastard! Just because you blocked one trait, I’ll kill you… … .”
“If you find it hard to believe, you can try it now.”
A poem that raises eyebrows with a strange nuance.
I was seething with anger at him, but that was it.
“… … If you lose, be prepared.”
Kim Moo-yeol suddenly got up and left his seat, feeling uneasy for some reason.
* * *
next day.
[This day has finally come!]
[I think the entire nation will watch it with longing hearts!]
South Korea’s representative arena broadcast.
MC Choi Kang-yeop and commentator Song Jae-kyung of Kookah were extremely excited.
It was natural.
[I can’t help but feel sad when I think of the players who joined the Platinum Division this time!]
[Haha! That’s right. I said something obvious.]
One player joined with an optional add-on.
Didn’t a promising artist who broke various records and recently gained worldwide popularity with a platinum debut participate?
of course.
[There was a brief unpleasant incident, but the association said it was resolved well.]
[Yes! We just have to cheer and cheer!]
There was a bit of noise though.
Even the association president came forward and personally concluded the matter, so from now on, all we have to do is look forward to victory.
Called.
I thought about Choi Kang-yeop and Song Jae-kyung, as well as the viewers who were watching Gook-ah.
[Oh! I can hear the national anthem, and I can see the Platinum players entering… … Huh?]
That is, until the players who will be playing in the special exhibition enter.
[Hey… Mr. Song Hae-seol? Are my eyes weird?]
[I, I have a question.]
Two people who were full of embarrassment and stammering.
It was natural.
[I only see 8 players? Surely these 8 aren’t the only participants this time?]
Korean national team members entering with the national anthem.
Because their number was only 8, not 31 with the poem added.
fantasy,
