Kim Jeon Sa, Building Traits Episode 257
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The congratulatory messages arrived one after another.
[Congratulations on reaching transcendence. Come visit Paju sometime.]
[Congratulations, Geumcheon. You don’t have to worry anymore.]
[That’s great. If you have time, would you like to have dinner together?]
[As expected, this is the person designated by the greatest lightning.]
[Even the heaviest mother will be happy.]
Congratulatory messages personally sent by the Eastern Army Corps Commander, Sun Matapju, Seong Hee-young, and the Archbishops of the Thor and Gaia Churches.
That’s not all.
Almost all of the four major powers I know were sending congratulatory messages.
Phew! Boom bang!
Magic fireworks are going off all over Seoul.
The phrase that is engraved while doing so.
[Congratulations on the birth of a new level 8 superhuman! – President of the Republic of Korea]
[Today, we have once again proven the excellence of the Korean people! – Prime Minister of the Republic of Korea]
[This is not the personal joy of Mr. Geumcheon, but the joy and happiness of all 30 million Seoul citizens! – Mayor of Seoul]
[Congratulations to Kim Jeon-sa, the swordsman, on his level up! – All residents of Shillim-dong]
[I am proud to live in the same city as Mr. Geumcheon. – Actor Cha Do-jun]
These phrases were continuously written across the sky.
Magic fireworks, of course, and the skyships paint colorful clouds, and they burst into tears as if it were election season.
“Oh my, really.”
My face is starting to feel hot.
This isn’t even Kim Beer Cheon Ga.
I closed all the windows in the mansion and turned on the TV.
I was just trying to watch a slapstick comedy that had some code, but I ended up watching a scene that was too burdensome.
This phrase was floating all over the TV screen.
[Kim Jeon-sa. Geomcheon. About that great life.]
“What is this!”
What the heck?
It’s a documentary.
It’s been a while since I received my level 8 certification, and they’re making and broadcasting my life story as if it were a biography.
I guess they probably started making it a long time ago.
When I stopped the Seoul terrorist attack.
Also, when I chased down and killed the Empress of Slaughter, and when I destroyed the secret branch of the Dark Jaguar under the Han River.
[Kim Jeon-sa, the swordsman, was discovered in a baby box at an orphanage in Sillim-dong in 2001… … ]
[He had a strong sense of justice from a young age and showed natural leadership skills… … .]
[After leaving the orphanage and earning a living on his own… … .]
[Ah. He was a great person.]
[I thought that Warrior, or rather Warrior Kim, would become great.]
[Everyone knows. Everyone.]
[Warrior! I miss you!]
I know nothing about Kim Jeon Sa’s past.
My gaze was briefly stolen, but I quickly let it pass.
There was nothing special.
Kim Jeon Sa’s past was as meaningless as I was in the original world.
“Ugh, my hands and feet are shriveled up.”
The past episodes were somewhat worth watching.
Because there is information I didn’t know.
But on May 30th, 2023, when I was dropped into this world, I quickly turned the channel.
This is because the Kim Beer Chun-ga movement has begun in earnest.
I don’t mind being looked up to by other people.
But only to a certain extent.
You suck it up like you’re idolizing a dynasty and a nation, but your face doesn’t turn red and you don’t tolerate it?
I flipped through the channels again and again.
But there is nothing to see.
Because they were all singing Kimbi Eocheonga while covering my face with their own.
‘Should we do some training?’
But there is a reason why we are doing this.
A situation where I threw the ball with level 8 certification.
We have to see how the saint moves.
Surely they won’t attack me openly, right?
If I were 100% sure of victory, I would attack, but that’s unlikely since I’ve already shown off that I’ve gotten certified and adapted to the level.
‘You wouldn’t have given up, would you?’
When are you going to move?
It was when I was questioning the saint in my heart.
A TV screen where Kim Beer Cheon Ga was in progress.
The subtitles appeared in white letters on a red background.
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The letters that follow one after another.
[The entire old father’s sect disappeared]
huh?
What does this mean?
I reflexively leaned forward.
[Jongno Daeshinjeon personnel missing]
[Missing people from each metropolitan city temple]
[Same worldwide, all temple personnel missing]
It’s gone?
I quickly turned on the news channel.
Just then, some decent news was coming out.
[I will connect you to reporter Kim Jun-seok who is on site. Reporter Kim Jun-seok?]
[Yes! This is the old Father’s Church Daeshinjeon in Jongno. As you know, Jongno Daeshinjeon is used almost like a Seongnyeocheong. Just a little while ago, about 3 hours ago, all the people in Jongno Daeshinjeon disappeared.]
[It disappeared?]
[Yes. Okay, please follow me. Originally, the area in front of the Jongno Daeshinjeon was guarded by knights. All of our people will remember that. But, do you see? No one is guarding the Daeshinjeon.]
It’s literal.
There was no one in front of the large main shrine like a castle.
Only a few believers gather and make a fuss.
[Okay, let’s get into it.]
Reporters and cameramen entered the main shrine without any interference.
It’s so annoying.
Originally, the Great Hall was supposed to be filled with all kinds of art pieces praising the old father.
It was utterly desolate. The holy fire and the icons had disappeared, and not a single hymn could be heard to vibrate the air.
I squinted my eyes.
‘This is… … .’
I know what it is.
In the game, this event was called [Three Days of Silence].
An event that lasted exactly three days, both in game time and real time.
Faction, all facilities of the old father’s sect are locked.
NPCs disappear and playable characters turn gray and become inactive.
Exactly 72 hours later, something changed.
Episode 3, Rise of the Ancient Gods, has been updated.
The old father’s sect rises up and attacks Seoul from all sides.
Dedication plan.
Announcing a crazy plan to donate the entire city of Seoul to his old father.
‘Are you really going to do it?’
It’s impossible.
Now, Seoul and South Korea boast power that is incomparable to that of games.
No matter how much the old Father’s Church gathers the world’s power, it will be difficult to deal with a complete Republic of Korea.
What on earth are you planning?
I’ll have to check.
As we went out onto the deck, Baek So-rin, wearing a cone-shaped hat and holding a firecracker, waved his hand.
“Teacher! Teacher, please come quickly!”
The entire Sky River was bustling.
I’m level 8.
The disciples are level 7.
Kim’s Party Level 6.
I was getting certified all at once and then doing the aftermath.
I just waved my hand moderately.
“Have fun. I have somewhere to go.”
“Tch! Are you taking it out again?”
“You know.”
“Eight, there’s nothing you can do. Be careful on the way back!”
Everyone was drinking, but they weren’t drunk.
Because I informed you in advance.
Maybe the old father’s sect might attack.
As evidence, the magic radar installed on one side of the deck is spinning furiously.
The Jigohwa main gun has also finished warming up.
After looking at it that far, I boarded the flying car on one side of the deck.
A bright red sports car.
Red Cougar.
The repairs were completed while I was busy traveling around the world.
The magic spirit Red greeted me happily.
[Master! It’s been a while!]
“It’s been a while. How are you?”
[It’s the best! I’m sorry I can’t serve you like I used to, but I still hope you’ll continue to use it!]
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll ride with you when I go to nearby places.”
Kwaaang!
The red cougar I saw after a long time was definitely fast.
It’s inferior to supersonic planes or the Goryong Red, but it’s the best for moving around Seoul.
Even though I had to do some repair work and use everything I had on the knight, it held up well.
Arrive at Jongno Daeshinjeon in just 5 minutes.
As soon as I parked my car in the parking lot, reporters swarmed me.
“excuse me!”
“Your Majesty! Please say something!”
“There are reports that they have not been on good terms for a long time!”
“Do you know anything about this incident?”
“Where did the saint go?”
“There is an opinion that the saint ran away because she was afraid of the vengeance of the Sword Master. What do you think?”
Making a fuss.
I quietly pulled up the trait.
[Giant’s Power][Intimidation][Intimidation]
Compared to the commander’s morale, it is woefully inadequate.
However, the triple-layer pressure, including the pressure contained in the giant’s power, the pressure from the lower characteristic, and the pressure replicated as a world characteristic, was definitely terrifying.
The faces of the reporters who had gathered around turned pale.
A few people collapse into a heap.
This is all I could do by just using coercion. If I had used all my magic power, I wouldn’t have been able to control my shit or urine at all.
The crowds parted left and right like Moses parted the Red Sea.
I was just about to go in there.
Someone shouted.
“Savior!”
What kind of dog bone are you talking about again?
He was a grumpy old man.
An old man wearing tattered hiking clothes and with hair and a beard that resembled kelp stems was screaming at me.
“Accept only the great and holy One and save this world!”
It’s not just the elderly.
People are gathering.
Shabby appearance.
A face with soup dripping down it.
Only the eyes were shining brightly.
Regardless of age or gender, old people, children, aunts and uncles, 2030 people all gather together and look at me.
Like a horde of zombies.
“Please end this sea of suffering!”
“Please save the Earth from hell!”
“Savior!”
Then he starts running.
With maddening eyes shining.
With foam pouring out of his mouth.
It really was like a horde of zombies.
“Huh?”
“Eww!”
“You crazy guys!”
“They are pharmacists!”
They were all wrong.
I looked at people carefully.
The magic circuit is visible.
A magical circuit that looks absolutely out of the ordinary, starting from the frontal lobe of the brain and extending down through the brain and spinal cord.
I was also familiar with the magical power flowing through the magical circuit.
Ominous black flames.
That is, the sacred power of the old father’s sect.
It was also commonly seen in games.
Episode 3 begins and after the Old Father’s Sect reveals its true colors.
According to the setting, it is said that this happens when magical power is poured out on all the believers as the resurrection of the old father is imminent.
But why is this happening already?
“Hehehe!”
“Yahaha!”
“Uh-huh-huh!”
Fanatics are flocking to me.
He tries to press down with his body while jumping up and down.
There was a brief conflict.
Should I just kill them all?
If you put your mind to it, you can sweep it all away.
no.
Now that the old father’s sect is still wearing the shell of a normal sect, it would be a loss to me if I killed even fanatics.
There’s no need to be treated like a villain.
So instead of pulling out the silent sword, I brushed my hand against the weapon case.
Crunch.
What came out was a hail storm.
The cold grenade launcher made a crackling noise.
[Bingbaek][Real Fight][Subjugation]
[Magic Brain][Magic Soul][Invincible Gun]
The subjugation in real combat applies to any attack.
But only when attacked delicately.
Aimed at the hail storm.
After finishing the calculation with the magic brain, I injected magic power with the magic soul, received the invincibility gun correction, and pulled the trigger.
Pong! Pong pong!
Ice bullets fly.
Very small.
Exactly for each and every person.
Towards the heart.
As if he had been sharpened with a sniper rifle.
Crackle! Crackle!
People are freezing.
A hailstorm that would have originally torn apart dozens of people.
Because it was tuned with the magic brain and magic soul, the results were completely different.
I was frozen and subdued.
Like the dragons and other races trapped in the Arctic lair.
Degururur, people rolled their eyes.
Completely frozen in ice.
The heart did not stop, nor did the brain activity cease.
A perfect suppression that a cold attribute wizard would be able to do.
Click! Click!
The camera flash went off.
“This is a scoop!”
“The old father’s sect attacked the Sword Master!”
“Did you really attack them? Those humans aren’t even superhumans?”
“You’re a superhuman. I can feel your magic!”
“Huh? Really? Why isn’t it registered?”
“I guess he’s an illegal superhuman!”
That’s not true.
The abnormally high magical power only temporarily granted a level.
If the connection with the old father is lost or the power is depleted, the temporary level will also disappear.
It’s about getting back to normal.
“Huh, what the hell is this?”
A gray-haired gentleman walked toward the parking lot.
Supermen surround the shrine like a folding screen.
A face I know.
In fact, it is a face that is difficult for any citizen of the Republic of Korea to not know.
The reporters quickly brought out their cameras.
“Mr. President!”
“Please say something!”
“What do you think about the disappearance of the old father’s sect?”
“Is this what was agreed upon?”
“Please say just one word to the ten million old Father believers!”
Yes, that’s right.
He was the president.
The President of the Republic of Korea, who saved me from the Empress of Massacre and has been helping me step by step ever since.
The president looked at me and bowed his head slightly.
“Did Your Majesty come too?”
“Yes. I just got here. You must be very busy with construction work. How did you come here?”
“Hmm… … Shall we go in and talk for a moment?”
He went into the temple with the president.
The reporters clung to them with swears, but the superheroes forcibly pushed them away.
Inside the main shrine.
In that eerie place with not a single person in sight, the President and I sat facing each other.
“Actually, there have been strange signs since a long time ago.”
if?
Did the President notice?
The Seoul terrorist attack was carried out by the old father’s sect?
“What are you talking about?”
“The old father’s sect has been bustling lately. It has always been like that since I came to this land, but it has become busier these days.”
“Why would that be?”
“I didn’t know before, but I think I do now.”
The president stares at me intently.
“Aren’t they trying to bring down their own god, the Heavenly Sword Master, whom they call the savior?”
Something everyone knows.
Even if the general public doesn’t know, the South Korean government and any of the four major powers cannot help but know.
The problem is that’s not all.
“You got half of it right.”
“You got half of it right?”
“yes.”
I took a look around outside the temple.
Frozen fanatics are seen through the window.
The police also came and put magic handcuffs and shackles on me.
There is also a scene where he is carried away like a piece of luggage.
‘I thought you wouldn’t make a donation to Seoul… … .’
No.
You have to speak straight.
Now, there is no ability to dedicate Seoul to the old father’s sect, and there is no ability to sacrifice all 30 million Seoul citizens.
Then why do fanatics run wild?
Could this be a sign of the imminent resurrection of the old father?
There is only one answer.
I looked at the President and spoke in a low voice.
“I will try to secure magical power before descending.”
“Magic power… … .”
“Whether you summon my old father to me, or kidnap or subdue me, securing magical power must be the priority. If you don’t secure enough magical power, you won’t be able to summon my old father or subdue me.”
The President expresses his consent.
“That’s true. But what does securing magical power have to do with disappearing from the sect? If you want to secure a lot of magical power, don’t you have to collect a lot of donations and be active?”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
I shook my head from side to side.
“The Old Father is a god who especially likes human sacrifice, and the most efficient way for the Old Father sect to secure magical power is through human sacrifice.”
“That’s true, but how much magical power can you gather by sacrificing a few people? This isn’t the Middle Ages. I heard that it’s better to gather high-level magical power cores and extract them all at once.”
“If we sacrifice just a little, that would be fine. What if we sacrifice a million people?”
“yes?”
“A million people. So, if we were to dedicate one metropolitan city, how much magical power would be produced?”
The president opened his eyes.
