Episode 113
Krauk was a demon from a famous family.
Demon tribe
Although it may not be the most prestigious family, it is a family that carries some weight in its own region.
As expected from a tribe where bloodline is important, Krauk also became stronger quite quickly.
After the platoon leader and company commander.
He continued to work hard towards becoming a battalion commander, but he was blocked by a wall.
“Is this my limit…”
There is a reason why bloodline is important to the Demons.
This is because certain limitations are set from birth.
Kraut’s limit was his captain.
Much stronger than other company commanders, but not enough to become a battalion commander.
That’s the end of the growth Krauk had since he was born.
He despaired and left the Demon King’s army.
“I will break the limits somehow.”
Krauk didn’t give up.
The demons have long lifespans.
He is only 200 years old.
Even though my growth period was over, I thought that I could become stronger if I tried.
I planned to leave the military and devote all my time to training.
“Why…!?”
But I couldn’t get over the wall.
To begin with, the Demon Tribe is a tribe that is far from training.
Because with their limited brains, they couldn’t create anything like systematic training.
It would have been more possible to grow through actual experience and break down the wall.
Not long after I realized that fact.
Just then, I got a call from the unit.
“The 3rd Army Corps is going to create a special unit. Apply.”
A cadre from the legion said.
If you go there, you can fight with humans all day long.
He said he would let me fight without any worries.
Krauk made up his mind.
“This is your last chance.”
It’s a do or die collision.
If he risks his life, he might be able to break down the wall blocking him.
The grand parade ground of Gardrak Castle that we arrived at like that.
It was a human who showed up for the interview to join the special forces.
“Ha, the Demon King’s army has gone too far. A unit with a human as its commander.”
Humans are weak.
A unit with a weakling as its commander is trash.
Honestly, I wanted to go back right away.
“The interview will be conducted 1 on 5. The five applicants will spar with Choi Hyun-seok, who is here.”
It’s a shame to fight humans, but five of them are attacking you.
This was an insult to the demon race.
From his perspective, as someone who comes from a prestigious family and is proud of being a member of the Demon Clan, these are words he simply cannot accept.
My pride was so hurt that I almost exploded.
“I’ll be the first!”
At Krauk’s request, he was selected for the first interview group.
Five demons, including him, stand in a wide parade ground.
A small man stood alone on the other side.
‘I’ll finish this off before someone else does.’
Look at that poor human being.
Although he has a fairly well-trained body for a human, he is extremely weak by the standards of the demon tribe.
In terms of physique alone, he’s a little over half of Krauk’s size.
I can break those cute muscles with one hand.
“I am Krauk of the Dehurn family. Human. I will kill you here and become your commander!”
Krauk shouted at the top of his lungs.
The human standing opposite him snickered at his provocation.
“Does your brain have muscles? Stop talking nonsense and come at me.”
The human raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
“Come on, muscle pig!”
The small creature next to him also taunts by swinging its fist.
Krauk wouldn’t tolerate it.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
Krauk, a muscular demon with a height of over 3 meters, charges forward.
“I’ll break your head in one go!”
Krauk pulled up the magic.
He is different from other idiots who fight recklessly.
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Dehurn Boxing
Type 1 – Strong punches
Magic is tightly packed into Krauk’s fist.
A tremendous force that can even bend steel in an instant.
The frail human head will not be able to withstand it and will be crushed.
Boohoo!
Krauk’s fist split the air.
“Where are you swinging it?”
The human who had moved to the side was shaking his head.
Krauk’s eyes widened.
“You! You were able to use magic!?” “What are you saying? You just moved to a square.” “So you have a hidden trick up your sleeve. But that kind of shallow magic won’t stop me, Krauk!”
Krauk tried to swing his fist again.
However, human movements were one step faster.
The bastard’s leg moved like lightning and struck Krauk near the knee.
Crunch…!
“Huh!”
Krauk opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
He shifted his gaze and looked down at his legs.
His knee was broken and the bone was sticking out.
Only then does the pain that I had forgotten begin to creep up on me.
“AAAAAHH …
Krauk screamed as he lay face down on the floor.
The human looked down at him with a pitiful face.
“It’s so noisy I could die.”
The guy raises his fist.
It was clearly a very small fist compared to his own, but for some reason, an indescribable fear came over him.
“A strong punch is an expression used in situations like this. Take note.”
A fist hits the head.
Krauk’s head snapped up slightly with a strange noise.
“Ah… he’s not dead, is he?”
The man who swung his fist, Choi Hyun-seok, looked worried for a moment, then smiled.
“Well, you could accidentally die or something, you know?”
The interview of death was just beginning.
***
Mortem is wearing black armor.
Because he is wearing a helmet that covers his head, his expression cannot be seen.
That fact was a blessing for others.
Because inside the helmet, Motem’s expression was more distorted than ever.
If Choi Hyun-seok had seen it, his face would have been so vicious that he would have immediately knelt down and apologized.
“How dare that guy…”
Motem’s gaze was fixed on one side of the parade ground.
The person he is looking at is, of course, Choi Hyun-seok.
This time, Choi Hyun-seok was destroying the applicant’s legs and rendering him incapable of fighting.
Snap!
My knees crack with a loud crash.
The deer-headed demon sobbed as he looked at his shattered knee.
‘One hundred and fifth. Same pattern.’
Motem turned his gaze.
There, a group of applicants lay sobbing, their knees equally shattered.
Although therapists prepared in advance were providing treatment, the severity of the injury made treatment difficult.
It was clear that he would be bedridden for at least a few weeks.
Motem raised his hand.
“Change the way you conduct interviews. Next time, interview ten people at a time instead of five.”
Choi Hyun-seok shrugged his shoulders and nodded as if he understood.
A gesture that tells you to do whatever you want.
That made me even angrier, but I decided to endure it for now.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
The subsequent interviews were no different from the previous ones.
The only thing that has changed is that the number of demons lying on the ground with their knees shattered is increasing at a faster rate.
There was an overwhelming difference in power between Choi Hyun-seok and the applicants.
“Phew…”
Motem sighed.
I have no choice but to admit it.
That he had been looking down on Choi Hyun-seok.
‘I thought I could torment him enough considering his magical power and magic power… but I didn’t know the difference would be this great.’
In fact, Motem has never properly seen Choi Hyun-seok’s skills.
Because in the previous captain’s tournament, we literally only clashed briefly.
‘I knew he had a talent for combat. He instinctively knew how to fight, and he had considerable mental strength.’
In that brief moment, Motem was able to understand Choi Hyun-seok to some extent.
Choi Hyun-seok knows how to fight, not just hit and take.
The problem is that this interview was prepared with that in mind.
‘I was completely mistaken.’
Choi Hyun-seok had developed beyond imagination.
Because in that short period of time, the apparent strength more than doubled.
However, I thought that the more flashy it was on the outside, the more shabby it would be on the inside.
The one who can’t keep up with the sudden growth in power is the young demon.
It’s something that happens a lot between us.
But, when I actually opened it, it was the opposite.
The inside of the bastard was harder than it appeared on the outside.
‘Huh, so should I welcome it since it turns out that the subordinate is strong…?’
Motem always said it like a habit.
The demons of this era are too weak.
He’s just a big brat.
By his standards, it really was like that.
No matter how much magic they had, there was no one who knew how to use it properly.
But it’s surprising that a human, not a demon, can show such abilities.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
‘There’s no point in continuing the interview.’
Motem is confident.
Even if you bring in an opponent with similar strength to Choi Hyun-seok, there would be few who could defeat him.
At least in this day and age.
To that extent, Choi Hyun-seok was fully utilizing the power he possessed.
So much so that even the mortal was amazed.
“Let’s stop here.”
Motem came out and stopped the interview.
The more we do this, the more disabled people will become.
“…”
Given the aggressive nature of the demon tribe, it would not have been strange for them to shout for them to continue, but the applicants kept their mouths shut and nodded.
In fact, they were secretly hoping for that too.
Because he knew that even if he tried, the only result would be his knees getting smashed.
Motem was even more displeased to see the applicants struggling.
He clicked his tongue and approached Choi Hyun-seok.
“It was quite something.”
“Haha! That’s too kind of you!”
Choi Hyun-seok, who had been interviewed one after another, was covered in sweat.
But rather than looking tired, he looks as if his body has just been loosened up and he is brimming with energy.
There was a brighter smile on her face than usual.
“Choi Hyun-seok. Are you not thinking of taking on any subordinates?”
Choi Hyun-seok’s eyes widened at Motem’s question.
“How did you know?” “It would be stranger if you didn’t know after seeing that.”
Motem pointed to the demons groaning, holding their broken legs on one side of the training ground.
Choi Hyun-seok smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
“What is the reason?”
“I thought about it, and I wondered if it was really necessary for me to become a commander.”
“Why?”
“I am still growing. I can become much stronger than I am now.”
Choi Hyun-seok said with a serious face.
“If I have subordinates, it will hinder my growth. At least for now, I think it would be more beneficial for the Demon King’s army as a whole to focus on my own strength rather than exerting my efforts elsewhere.”
“How arrogant.”
Motem chuckled.
“But it is reasonable. Yes. I should correct what I just said. You are not arrogant, but confident. A confidence that has a good basis.”
“thank you.”
“I’ll pretend this interview never happened. And I’ll make sure you have as much personal time as possible.”
Choi Hyun-seok couldn’t help but be taken aback by the unexpected hospitality.
It’s basically like giving Motem another big shit, but he’s acting like such a great person.
‘Did I misunderstand?’
To be honest, until just a little while ago I thought Motem was narrow-minded.
Because it seemed so obvious that he was going to be bothered by the Captain’s Tournament.
However, there was a need to correct that thinking.
‘I guess I should say that he is a subordinate of the lip monster. He is a great volleyball player.’
Just as I was thinking that.
Motem raised his hand and grabbed Choi Hyun-seok’s shoulder.
“Also, I will personally provide training guidance.”
“yes?”
“Can you just let someone with potential like you rot away? I’ll help you bloom.” “Well, you don’t have to…”
“I will help you.”
Motem’s grip tightens.
Kwaaak…!
My shoulder felt like it was going to break.
‘I’ll take back what I said about him being a great person. He really is a little brat…’
It was clear that he was a rascal pretending to be a great man.
If it was a mortem, it was obvious that they would beat him up under the pretext of training.
“Why aren’t you answering? Didn’t you say you’d help me? Let’s start sparring right now.”
The grip strength of the hand becomes stronger.
Just as Choi Hyun-seok was about to nod with a forced smile.
Someone grabbed Motem’s wrist.
A giant red hand.
It was a raid.
“Mortenim. Choi Hyun-seok is tired now.”
“…”
“How about sparring with me instead?”
Mortem looked at Raidrun without saying a word.
Raidrun just stared at Motem with his usual expressionless face.
“…”
Our eyes crossed for a moment.
Motem took his hand off Choi Hyun-seok’s shoulder.
“Okay. That sounds fun too.”
