Everyone had a few words that influenced them. Lee Hyunsung had something like this. For example, when Lee Hyunsung was a undergraduate, these were the words he heard the most from his teacher.
'Everyone, be creative!'
'Think about what other people can't!'
'You must be able break out of this place!'
At the time, Lee Hyunsung had thought, 'So how do I do that?'
The demands of society were sudden for Lee Hyunsung who had been used to going to school, eating meals and then going to sleep since childhood.
So far, he had been told how to move and now he was forced to do something he had never done before?
What was creativity? What was thinking about an idea that other people couldn't think of? Why did it suddenly become a world where he had to do something like this? Then what had he been doing so far?
Lee Hyunsung wandered all throughout university and then he naturally joined the army.
'I think you have a natural constitution to be a soldier. Please apply to be a senior officer.'
If he hadn't heard the administrator's words at that time, what would his life be like now? It was impossible to know.
There was nothing he knew about the future he hadn't chosen. In any case, he was a soldier and he lived without regretting his choice. For a person who found society difficult, the army was relatively comfortable.
The administrator congratulated Lee Hyunsung for passing the senior officer's test and said,
'Ensign Lee. If you're not sure then just follow what the manual says. Then at least people won't hold you responsible.'
He heard these words instead of the toast. The memory was as clear as the lunch he ate a week ago. However, if he could meet the administrator again then he would ask one thing.
'Administrator, what should I do now?' Lee Hyunsung looked at the incoming sea of hell flames and bit his lips. 'I have no manual for cases like this.'
He thought it would be easier for him to call out the military creed as Lee Hyunsung shouted, “Jung Heewon-ssi! Please regain your mind! Please!”
Just as the service creed couldn't move the hearts of the soldiers, his voice didn't reach Jung Heewon.
Hwaruruk!
He narrowly hid behind a building as the hell flames covered the ground and the incarnations burned painfully.
“Kuaaack!”
“Help me!”
Lee Hyunsung couldn't save any of them. He looked at the deaths happening in front of his eyes and once again realized that the 'justice' sleeping inside him was just a manual.
Jung Heewon's figure was approaching through the hazy heat.
[The constellation 'Master of Steel' is looking at you.]
Lee Hyunsung received that silent gaze and bit his lips.
'Dokjssi. What should I do?'
Should he fight? Could he stop her?
Lee Hyunsung looked at the incoming Jung Heewon and his fists shook. Lee Hyunsung had no idea what this shaking meant, why he hesitated and why he couldn't run away from this place.
Maybe it wasn't the world that was hard. The difficult thing was Lee Hyunsung himself.
'Dokjssi, please let me know the answer!'
Chapter end
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