The Player Hides His Past

Chapter 165: You left behind something precious (1)

Before the storm.

The Holy War would begin in earnest with the battle for the demon king as the starting point.

Nevertheless, time passed as always.

Yusra, Frost, Muon, Mage Tower, and finally the rupture.

Players accelerated their growth in their positions.

Oh, Im dying, seriously!

It was a routine that they had never experienced before.

Even after attacking the rupture, they had no time to rest.

Free work, leave on time, and life in the evening.

These days, the biggest reason why they chose to become a player disappeared.

What on earth is that guys pride?

That it made people this tired?

But they had to hold on.

They had to clench their teeth and hold on through the evil force.

Stop complaining. I dont want to get kicked out for being involved with you.

What? Whos going to get kicked out? I will hold out till the end.

Yeah, shut up.

Well, this wasnt an opportunity that came around often.

Lionheart, the knight order that had been acknowledged as the strongest in the empire.

If Arcana was just a game.

Players wouldnt be able to talk to a knight of Lionheart of any reputation. No, they couldnt even have a point of contact. However, there were special circumstances ahead of the Holy War.

Far from just a conversation or a point of contact.

They were being trained under the guidance of the Knights of Lionheart.

Basic physical strength is the basis of everything. Come on, lets run!

Harkons excited voice was heard at Frosts training ground.

No small talk during training.

Yesicas stern voice rang out at Yusras training ground.

Muons situation was not much different.

Ive been praying for penance for hours now.

Sigh, Im getting cramps.

Its been a long time since I lost feeling in my lower body.

Groans came from the mouths of the priests who kneeled and prayed.

Why did I have to choose the paladin?!

At least a barbarian can wear a top.

I hate sheet metal armor, seriously.

The paladins were sweating profusely.

The situation at the Mage Tower was not much different.

The library of the Mage Tower.

At first, the players admired the vast amount of magic books.

Then they were astonished at the level of the books.

There were so many books related to high-level magic.

But what does this mean?

Exploration, interference, manifestation?

I dont understand it so much that it slaps me in the face.

It was only natural.

Magic and skill were completely different concepts.

However, even the chief mage, Marcelo, didnt fully understand this fact yet. There was no way that players who had just become apprentice mages would understand.

I feel like Im studying for the college entrance exam again.

Did you actually study?

Would I have been able to rank in Arcana if I studied?

Whats wrong with you.

It was so pedantic that it was silly.

If it was the Mage Tower of the past.

No one would have paid any attention to the agony of an apprentice mage. Because the Mage Tower of the past was a place where each person only looked at the unreachable truth and moved forward.

This meant that they didnt take care of those who were left behind.

However.

What? An irregular conference is being held at the Crystal Hall?

The Mage Tower had changed.

They no longer pursued the vain truth.

They didnt look down on their surroundings in pursuit of vain truth.

In the vast Crystal Hall.

The Chief Mage, Marcelo, stood in the center of the Crystal Hall.

Thanks to the players, the hall looked fuller than usual.

I pride myself on thinking more than anyone else.

As the founder of the theory of magic.

In order to organize all magic into theory.

Marcelo looked at everything from various perspectives.

Naturally, various thoughts followed in the process.

But even in those countless imaginations.

Having a conference in front of adventurers.

Hed never seen a sight like this.

Of course, its the same for the way I am now.

His body was still thin, but it no longer creaked.

No blood flowed back into his mouth, and he didnt feel any pain.

Above all, his mind was clear.

Was his head always this clear?

He realized it all over again.

At that point, he couldnt help but think about it again.

Is the curse of the terminal illness really gone?

Among the millions of demons Sir Hoyeol had killed, was there one related to the curse? It was an incredible coincidence. That was why he didnt seriously consider it.

He didnt have false expectations.

Can I have that kind of luck?

The curse of Simuard.

The faces of those who left first came to his mind as if passing by.

It reminded him of a feeling hed forgotten.

Soon, Marcelo shrugged.

No, now is not the time to be sentimental.

Yes, the road ahead was too long and too rough to be immersed in sentimentality.

Besides, the good fortune that Sir Hoyeol brought from the Arcana Continent.

He didnt want to waste a single moment of it.

Then Marcelo opened his mouth.

Theory of magic was established to help understand abstract magical structures. What is exploration, what is interference, how can magic emerge from mana

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Yusra Kingdom, Golden Calf Tavern.

Now that Lakid was being treated for his injury.

An untimely peace came to the tavern.

Gulp

At the same time, they poured the drink down to their throat.

It was a drink to wash away their fatigue.

The players shouted fiercely as if they were competing.

Its no joke, you dont know Captain Harkons personality. Hes not called a lion for no reason. He glares at me with his eyes wide open!

Id rather have a running exercise.

What did you say?

Slap.

A priest roughly slapped his thigh.

But his expression was worryingly detached.

From dawn until a little while ago. I just knelt down and prayed. Look at this, I cant feel my lower body. No, apart from that, my head was spinning because the blood wasnt flowing.

I feel sorry for myself.

No, I am more pitiful.

In the middle of the whinings, they heard a sound.

Bang!

It wasnt Lakid.

Why are you hitting your head on the table?

What happened at the Mage Tower?

Something did happen. I realized that I was a stonehead. Look at this. Even though I hit my head this hard, I am still fine, right? I feel really humiliated. Exploration, my ass. I should start with exploring my head

What kind of hardships did he go through at the Mage Tower?

His condition looked very serious.

Yeah, there was nothing easy in the world.

They didnt have enough time to comfort each other.

Here. Have a drink.

Ta-da

The three players finished their drinks.

One of the men suddenly brought up.

By the way, you know, Lee Hoyeol.

Why did you just call him Lee Hoyeol? Hes our commander in the Holy War.

Its just us here. Anyway, Hoyeol-nim.

Because of that damn address, it was hard to say a word.

The man continued awkwardly.

How is he alive?

Hoyeol had always been confident.

He didnt hesitate or hide his actions.

Hoyeols routine of going back and forth between Yusra Kingdom, Frost, and the Mage Tower was widely known. So the man didnt understand. Harkon definitely had said.

He said that even Sir Hoyeol trained his body without missing a day

It wasnt just Harkon.

Wait a minute, you havent heard the news yet, have you? Rumors about Commander Lee Hoyeol that are well-known in the Mage Tower. I couldnt believe it when I heard it, so I checked it several times.

A story of Hoyeol that was well-known in both the Mage Tower and Muon.

After this conversation, they couldnt understand it even more.

Not only he does physical training, but when he returns to the Mage Tower, hes stuck in his office handling chief duties? And when a rupture appears, he comes before anyone else? Hes repeating that kind of life over and over again?!

Was he really a human being?

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I, Lee Hoyeol, declare.

I take back the remark that I dont need the [Blessing of the first World Tree].

This is not how a person lives!

If it wasnt for the blessing of the World Tree.

I really would have crossed to the afterlife due to overwork.

First of all, the problem was the amount of physical training that increased rapidly.

Thanks to the blessing buff, I didnt accumulate physical fatigue, but as the amount increased, the time invested in it inevitably increased as well.

Look at it now.

I had been doing push-ups for decades already.

I stared at the emerging message.

Train your weak body. (Repeat)

• 40KM run (Successful)

• 3,500 push-ups (Successful)

• 2,000 pull-ups (Successful)

• 1,200 burpee tests (Successful)

Finally successful.

You made it through today, too, in one hour.

But the words that came out of my mouth were different from what I really meant.

There is nothing without pain. What a blessing this is.

Youre so stubborn!

Yeah, well, to some extent, I agreed.

Well, sometimes I felt like I trained properly only when my arms and legs started shaking. However, when I thought of my next routine, I could only complain.

Sk

Sitting on the desk in a straight posture.

I flipped through a book. Since I didnt just dig one or two wells.

There were truly countless fields of books that I had to read every day.

Even if I held on to it for the rest of my life, I wouldnt have been able to understand it.

But I had Grandfels brain.

I gradually engraved in my mind a certain amount of book knowledge that would be frightening even from at first glance.

Of course, they said there is no end to learning, right? Even though there was no end in sight.

I also did my duties as chief.

Fortunately, Marcelo had fully recovered, so my workload had eased.

Moreover, Marcelo was struggling to adapt to the players who entered the Mage Tower.

If I was the one who had to deal with players

Nothing was more terrible than that.

It was obvious that I would pour out more harsh words than what I had poured out to the apprentice mages and the skilled mages of the Tower. Wouldnt breaking news surface on the Internet due to Lee Hoyeols harsh words and controversy over his personality?

Other peoples opinions and evaluations are meaningless.

I wondered if the person involved really felt like that.

It didnt end there.

[Quest: Unfinished Holy War]

I was the commander-in-chief of the Holy War.

Yusra, Frost, Muon, and Mage Tower. In addition, the players also joined. Really, it was an incredibly burdensome struggle.

Am I experienced enough to take on such a heavy responsibility?

I didnt have to bring up the Mage Tower.

Harkons level alone was 600.

He had more combat and war experiences than I could ever have.

But I wouldnt make excuses.

At least right now, with the big event called [Battle of the Demon King] approaching, I didnt have enough time for that.

Numbers are just numbers.

Yeah, shamelessly.

I would bear the weight.

Like this, I was confident.

Because there was a setting of Grandfel that could never be broken.

If hes underestimated, he can prove himself to them. Because hes the one who ends up making the overestimation a reality.

Of course, I had died thanks to that.

After reading, I must go straight to the Yusra Kingdom and prepare for the Holy War. I was grateful for the World Trees blessing.

But maintaining my sense of field is also important.

Whenever I had time, I also entered the rupture, emitted sword force, and manifested magic, and because I had to make a mountain by collecting dust, I had to gain experience points.

Really, there was no time to rest.

My mouth was dry because I missed green tea.

I couldnt wait for the tea time.

Thud

I closed the bookshelf and looked at the information of the ruptures that were currently created.

Lets see, currently, rupture with the highest recommended level right now was

But, what?

Whats with this article?

[Live coverage: Rumors circulating around the Mage Tower Lee Hoyeol, killing millions of demons in just two hours?]

I didnt see it wrong,

It was obviously a misunderstanding, wasnt it?!

Even now, I was still struggling to get closer to their overflowing overestimation of me.

Rather than bursting, the bubbles just grew more and more.

However.

For a horse without feet, youre slow.

Who could I blame?

The whole thing was self-inflicted by my own big mouth.

In the end, I had no choice but to struggle diligently.

I adjusted my clothes.

A neat and upright appearance.

Even if it was just to avoid sinking under the weight I was carrying.

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I had promised myself not to waver.

Despite my promise.

I was nervous without showing it as entered the rupture.

Haiel bowed at me.

This is the remains of the heart of the Qirnberg Machine Tower you mentioned.

She added with her head down.

The damage was so serious that the dwarves tried to restore its condition, but to no avail. I, Haiel, have dishonored myself for failing to properly carry out Hoyeol-nims request.

Too polite, Haiel.

Anyone who saw it would think I controlled discipline as tightly as the World Tree.

I spoke generously.

You dont have to keep your head down.

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This is enough.

The heart of the badly smashed Qirnberg Machine Tower.

Even if its creator, the dwarves, couldnt fix it, it was not a problem for me.

For me, from the past until now.

There was a trick that I used to play.

Reversal Magic.