[2] MTL Regressor Instruction Manual (side story)

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Returner User Manual Chapter 1138

Cemetery of the Fallen King (4)

Of course, I had no choice but to hastily turn around.

Because he didn't want to appear weak.

Because he wasn't here to show he's like this.

Woo Hyo-yeol also knew that Ki-young Lee was allowed about two to three years left, but knowing that did not mean that it was right to show weakness.

The fact that Flower Ki-young was terminally ill was used as a weapon.

Revealing that Woo Hyo-yeol had little time left was not intended to elicit sympathy from him, nor was it aimed at the convenience it would provide.

It was both a promise and a kind of contract. It was a threat and an expression of will to live each day preciously and intensely, and to never waste time.

I don't know what Woohyo thinks, but at least Flower Ki-young decided that by revealing the secret he had been keeping to himself, he had made a contract with a guy yet wasn't a contract.

I was thinking that I could use the limited time as a weapon to conclude the negotiation with him.

So I couldn't show weakness.

The fact that Flower Ki-young was terminally ill was not a weakness but a strength.

'Due to time constraints, we need to shorten it a bit.'

Originally, it was about two to three years, but with the sudden appearance of Kim Hyun-seong, the setting is changed to about a year and a half. Maybe even shorter than that.

To the outside world, the cause of his shortened lifespan was the overuse of his body, but there was a hidden secret in Flower Ki-young's mind that he wanted to use every remaining day with all his might rather than waste time in vain.

I stops coughing as if it's nothing and looks at Woohyo again.

I don't know if it was the burning flames, but the bastard's eyes seemed to be shaking.

Of course, that didn't mean he reacted any differently.

He ended up glancing at my palm, which had blood stains on it, and immediately turned his gaze to look at the crackling bonfire, as if he didn't want to be misunderstood as if he was worried about me.

"You... ."

"Huh?"

"... ... ."

"no. It is nothing."

'Damn boring.'

"What did you say earlier than that?"

"... ... ."

"I think I asked you how the party was. Did you give me an answer?"

"... ... ."

The guy quietly wrinkled his face and opened his mouth.

"I said it didn't seem bad."

"Huh?"

"Weren't you talking about the party?"

"ah. yes... It is."

"I'm not saying I'm satisfied. It would be fair to say that it seems possible. Except for that thunderbolt, of course."

"For that matter, it seems like he is training pretty hard... ."

"It was just annoying to hear them babbling like a parrot. To be precise, you can't even say that they are watching the training. It's up to that idiot to get it."