Reading Webnovels Makes Me Stronger

Chapter 136

Park Si-jun turned on the e-book reader in his room. A familiar web novel platform appeared on the reader’s screen.

‘It’s nonsense.’

What kind of nonsense did the swordsman declare that he would give it to him if he could read it with such confidence?

‘You must be qualified.’

What is that qualification?

In the first place, I didn’t know who the owner of the low level was, so there was no answer.

‘For once, it’s the martial arts side.’

Park Si-jun found only martial arts novels on his web novel platform and put them in his shopping cart.

Since it is a genre that has been consistently loved for a long time, there were martial arts novels with various materials.

‘Murimse, the old file room… … ‘

There were also novels based on the factions active in political factions.

‘Safa, magic, blood cult, green forest.’

There were also novels based on sects that were far from political factions.

“It’s really a lot.”

Park Si-joon let out a sigh.

I don’t know what kind of qualifications that non-class requires.

So, once he lost all kinds of works of material, he was planning to implement the works he needed when he got paid later.

‘It could be meaningless nonsense.’

There’s nothing wrong with trying it once though. Park Si-jun bought all the web novels related to martial arts.

– Awesome.

Ishimi, who was watching what Park Si-joon was doing, yawned sullenly.

Then, as if bored, he came over and tapped his arm.

“Goto sleep.”

– Kyawoong.

“Oh, hey! It hurts!”

-Woongkkkek!

As if Ishimi wanted to play, she pounded her head in the palm of his hand.

The problem was that the horns pierce the flesh with every slam.

“Turn it off.”

Park Si-jun sighed. What should I do with this annoying guy?

Then he suddenly remembered that he had decided to teach this guy to write.

“…Hey. Look at this.”

– King?

Park Si-jun took out an extra tablet PC he had bought just in case.

“Because you’re Imoogi, you don’t have a good brain. Can you learn by yourself?”

– Kwaang?

Park Si-jun, who had been operating the tablet for a while, showed the screen to Ishi-mi.

There was the cover of the book coming out. A book called ‘Hangeul that even young children can learn’.

“I read books. You read books too. I, become stronger. You, learn Korean.”

-Yeah… … ?

“One stone, two birds? Come on, look.”

Ishimi tilted her head over and over as she looked at her tablet.

She didn’t seem to know how to use it.

“You saw what I wrote…”

– Kyao!

“Aww!”

Ishimi suddenly raised her hand and tried to slap her tablet down.

Park Si-jun was taken by surprise and took the tablet. His sharp claws slammed right into the bed.

“If you have feelings, say them, say them!”

– Me?

“…for now, change it up.”

Park Si-Jun had her Ishimi transform into her human form.

She turned into a good guy because he likes to wander around in human form too.

Come on hold on to this

“Yeah?”

“I’m passing this over here.”

“Meing?”

Park Si-jun patiently taught Ishimi how to use her tablet.

Then she took a deep breath.

“…Hey, I’ll teach you Korean, so sit here.”

“purr.”

I was wondering what this is doing.

When she taught me how to use it, I had a feeling she would break it as a joke.

I think it would be better if he just taught him by turning the book.

Or did he teach in a different way.

‘How do you teach?’

Like Imoogi, Ishimi has very good hair. Is it okay for her to teach as she teaches an ordinary child?

“…Hey, take a look.”

Park Si-jun put down his tablet and took out a notebook. And I wrote her Ishimi’s name there.

“This is your name. Isimi.”

“Me?”

“So write it down.”

Park Si-joon handed a pen to her Ishi-mi’s hand. He observed the name written in Korean with round eyes.

“Great…”

Then he began to write his name slowly with a pen.

Lee, Si, Mi. It’s clunky, but it was neat for the first time I wrote it.

“Don’t look at it this time, write it down.”

“Ugh…”

stutter stutter. Even if it was a little slow, I wrote my name down again and again.

“Can you memorize it?”

“Ugh…”

Ishimi stared intently at the words Ishimi had written down.

And she slowly opened her mouth.

“this……”

Park Si-jun’s eyes widened.

Are you trying to say her own name?

expectations were low.

“…this.”

“Huh?”

“Itimi… Leessimi? Leesimi?”

Ishimi tilted her head as she said her name.

Although she was speaking herself, she seemed to have noticed something was wrong with her pronunciation.

“Taaaah!”

Snap, snap!

“Aww! Oh man, why are you hitting me because you can’t pronounce it! Why don’t you lift your tail?”

Ishimi’s blunt tail slapped Park Si-jun’s cheek.

The boy looked up at him with an angry face. Your eyes are asking for something.

He seemed to know without saying anything.

“Your name is Ishimiya, Ishimi. It’s not Ishim, it’s not Itimi, it’s not Leesimi.”

“Ugh.”

Ishimi pursed her lips.

The guy did it for a while, then stuttered and started to speak his words.

“This… si… mi.”

“Oh, this time the pronunciation is fine.”

“Ishi… Mi. Isimi!”

Ishimi laughed softly.

“……”

Watching it, I felt something strange. Should I say it’s ticklish?

“Huh! Did you film it?”

Park Si-jun looked around.

Fortunately, there was a camera in the corner that Lee Soo-young gave as a gift.

‘Even if you don’t upload it, it might be worth watching again.’

Park Si-joon scratched his cheek.

‘It’s about the degree of hate.’

He had to admit that he had feelings for Isimi.

He’s not that old in terms of time, but he’s been raised since he was a kid anyway.

She couldn’t help but be kind.

“…Do you want to learn other letters?”

“Wow!”

She nodded as Ishimi swung her legs back and forth.

‘I can’t read a novel today.’

Park Si-joon grabbed the pen.

I thought there was nothing bad about having a day like this.

* * *

The next day, Si-Jun Park invited someone to his house.

“Looks like we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“That’s right. But I think you’ve changed a bit…”

“Isn’t it because of your mood?”

It was Han Goun.

She looked completely different from what she had seen before.

Her hair grew long enough to reach her thighs, and her face changed as if she were a different person.

“What did you do?”

“It’s hard to say right now. Do you have anything to drink?”

“…Yorong-ah.”

– Whoops.

Park Si-jun ordered Yellowy in the corner to make a car.

Han Go-woon was a little surprised at the sight.

“The undead like that…”

“This is my butler. These days, I’m also learning to cook.”

“…Cooking?”

Han Go-woon was shocked. Was there anyone who pranked the undead like that?

“I liked it too.”

“You like it? Undead? Does a skeleton like that have an ego?”

“I thought I wasn’t there either.”

Park Si-jun glanced at Yellowy in the car.

“It didn’t seem like that.”

The ego is thin, but not absent. He wasn’t like a doll who only did what he told him to do.

“I plan to grow well.”

“…do you have children?”

“The kid is here.”

“Meing?”

Ishimi, who was reading a book next to Park Si-jun, raised her head.

He memorized all the letters in one night, and now he was even reading a book by himself.

“…you’ve become a nursery school.”

“Somehow… well, that’s okay. The reason I called you first.”

“Isn’t it because of Jormungand?”

It seems that Han Go-woon was also guessing.

Park Si-jun nodded his head.

“As I said before, this is a guild that has suddenly emerged from the limelight. Originally, the guild called the Villains Alliance had the strongest momentum.”

“Villain Alliance. I haven’t heard anything about it lately.”

“Yeah. We’re still investigating, but it seems like we lost a lot in a clash with Jormungand.”

At the same time, it is said that many of the powers he possessed were absorbed into Jormungand.

Park Si-joon patted his chin.

“Didn’t Jormungand’s stronghold or hideout be revealed?”

“We are investigating in connection with the player associations of other countries. There are some things that I can guess.”

“On the Korean side?”

“There is.”

A small smile appeared on the corner of Park Si-joon’s lips.

“Good. Can I go too?”

“If you come. The reward will always be ready.”

Han Go-woon also smiled.

He’s always welcomed players with great skills and a willingness to deal with villains and mines.

“The structure of Jormungand is in the form of a number of executives centered around a person called ‘Maengju’, and an intermediate officer or member of the organization under those executives.”

“Maengju. I don’t know who it is.”

“Yes, nothing is known. The key executives have been active recently, so they are a little known.”

“Is the guy who was delusional Renee or Nabal also an executive?”

“That’s right.”

The delusional Renee.

Park Si-joon let out a small sigh.

‘Do you think it’s cool to have a nickname like this?'(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

There were many cases where even famous players had tinnitus.

Hopefully, he didn’t want to have a nickname like that.

“I’d like to say more… but it’s such a recent organization that we don’t know much about it yet.”

“I’m sorry. Oh, then, do you know how they use monsters?”

“That too.”

Han Go-woon shook his head.

“But it doesn’t seem to be all monsters. My personal guess is that they capture monsters from undiscovered cracks.”

– Bake it.

“Uh, that. Thank you.”

Yellowy approached and handed Han Go-woon a cup of tea.

Han Go-woon took a sip of the tea.

“They trap the captured monsters and then release them by using large-scale transfer magic.”

“It’s in the city center or something like that.”

“Yeah. It’s like throwing a bomb that nobody can control… that kind of indiscriminate terrorism.”

Park Si-jun thought so too.

If there was a problem, it was difficult to transfer one person, but how to use large-scale transfer magic.

And another drake that they tamed. how did you tame it

“The problem is the drake.”

“Yeah, I tamed a monster… I’ve never seen anything like that…”

As Han Go-woon said that, he suddenly looked at Ishimi.

“…not the first time. How did you tame this child?”

“Engraving effect?”

“Why are you questionable?”

A newborn bird sees an object for the first time and follows it as if it were its mother.

In the case of Park Si-jun, it was because of his character, but I couldn’t say that.

“Hmm… it’s a engraving, a engraving.”

Han Go-woon seemed to think that what Park Si-joon had just said made sense.

She thought seriously.

“That’s funny. Let’s think about it.”

“Yes, and one more.”

Park Si-jun glanced out the window.

“What is the guild called Baekgwi-yaeng? I’ve heard that it’s different from normal villains.”

“Baek-gwi night…”

As soon as Han Go-un heard those words, he sighed deeply.

“Baekgui Night is a guild that players who refuse to belong to a player association mainly enter.”

“Isn’t that a villain?”

“They call them mercenaries. They say that if you give them a reasonable reward, you can stand on the side of the player or on the side of the villain.”

Park Si-joon burst out laughing.

“It’s a bat.”

“That’s my opinion too. However, it’s not that I don’t understand their thoughts…”

“What do you mean?”

Han Go Woon touched the traces of her lipstick on the teacup.

“…the association or the player society.”

Then she laughed bitterly.

“It’s not very clean. Like people think…”

It was a bittersweet word, full of fatigue and self-help.