PT Gymnastics 8: 1000 Reps
Even if you flatter, it doesn't drop~
Fixed nickname in the Awakened Community: S-Rank Slime. Real name Kim Gunwoo, age 25. Thanks to his good luck in awakening the B-Rank trait, he earned an absurd amount of money, enough to make even major conglomerates look poor. At a young age, he owned two buildings, making him one of those so-called successful young tycoons. And today, as a member of one of South Korea's top 7 guilds, Baekdusan Guild, he had cleared an A-Rank gate, pocketed a fat profit, and was now wandering the gallery tipsy from early evening. His hobby was attending the gallery without missing a day, because he loved mocking those hunter trainees or people who awakened low-grade traits and were living a loser's life. So today, he had been diligently exploring the gallery.
“Kuh... Today, it has to be you.”
He discovered the post of the new newbie who had just awakened, up to the concept level, and with a smile that split his face, he left a comment. Then came the comment from S-Rank Slime: “But what about that Commander Yeje? From the way he keeps acting up, he seems like just a bottom-tier trash who got lucky with an F-Rank trait and came to troll the gallery.”
“Kuhahaha!! What a fun guy?”
And because he thought it was even more fun, without thinking, he exposed his own address. But then thinking it might be troublesome later, he deleted the comment. Of course, he was confident that this newbie wouldn't come, and no one would. Unlike those awakened who trash-talk without revealing their rank, he had even certified himself as a B-Rank hunter. Thinking about how A-Rank and above hunters rarely use the community, it meant that as a B-Rank hunter, he could rule here. Well, that was the thought until one minute ago. Kim Gunwoo prepared to leave the gallery after successfully eating up one newbie, happy about it. Because today evening, he was supposed to meet the healer he had befriended by clearing a D-Rank gate recently.
“Fucking woman, she got lucky with D-Rank healing trait and acts so expensive... Well, that won't be the case until today.”
He looked at the blue-glowing potion bottle in his hand and left the front door. And he collided with something huge standing in front of the door. “Ah, damn, hey bro, what the hell are you doing in front of someone else's house...” Kim Gunwoo looked up at the giant silhouette in front of the entrance and froze. Pitch-black full-body armor. Red eye flames. A dangerous presence that made no sound. Instinctively sensing something was off, he asked in a trembling voice. “... W-what are you... You were in the photo from earlier... Kugh!!”
Crack. The Death Knight's massive hand grabbed Kim Gunwoo's collar. He struggled, but the hand on his neck was like a steel clamp, unmoving. “The one who insulted the lord. Are you S-Rank Slime?” “......!” The voice was so chilling that it made one's soul tremble, and at the same time, there was a sense that the being in front was indeed alive. But Kim Gunwoo, perhaps because he wasn't fully sober, stubbornly pulled out his pride rather than mercy. “What the hell are you, you bastard...! I'm B-Rank hunter Kim Gunwoo! If you touch—”
Kwa-jik!! Of course, the Death Knight, having experienced this situation countless times, without answering, simply punched Kim Gunwoo's abdomen. “......Kuk...” The sound of bones breaking, air gushing from the lungs, and finally, spit and blood poured out from his mouth all at once. Seeing this miserable sight, MK-1 finally seemed to realize something and muttered softly. “... Ah. Right. It was said that Earth humans are weaker than Barzena humans. I blinked.”
Kim Gunwoo collapsed on the floor with his eyes rolled back, and MK-1 sighed and reached into the air to pull out a potion from the void and roughly pour it on his body. Swoosh! The top-grade recovery potion of red liquid spread, and Kim Gunwoo's broken ribs and organs recovered instantly. “You still can't die. The lord's order was training.” “Haa... Huh, I'm... alive?” As Kim Gunwoo gasped and came to his senses, MK-1 stood at attention like a military drill instructor and looked down at him, starting the commands. “Then, from now on, PT Gymnastics 8 times. Total 1000 repetitions. Begin. If you refuse? You'll break again.”
And at the same time, a system window popped up in front of MK-1's red eyes. “And I have to inform everyone of your crimes for insulting the lord, so through the recording function, I will capture your disgusting appearance from beginning to end.” “Kugh... Spare me!!! Please, I beg you to spare me!!!” Kim Gunwoo crawled while shouting to be spared, and MK-1 gave the command in a cold voice again. “One.” “Fu... Fuck, I can't... Kugh!!” The Death Knight's fist hit his abdomen again. This time, while the power was clearly weaker than the first attack, it was enough to instill in Kim Gunwoo a fear and a despair that he couldn't escape from the pain. He had no choice but to start the PT Gymnastics 8 times as he had learned in the army. “Two. Faster.” Sweat, tears, and snot mixed and fell to the floor. “Again one!!!” “One!!” “Two!!!” “Two!!” Looking at him who had finally started to obey, MK-1 smiled with satisfaction. And for even more perfect humiliation, to satisfy his lord, he shouted again. “From now on, when I say one, you will shout 'Commander Yeje is!!' and when I say two, you will shout 'The best in the world!!' Understand?” “I understand!!” “Good... And the lord gave me one more command just now. If you obey well, I'll reduce it from 1000 to 500... Can you do it?” “Of course!!” “Good. Then... One!!” “Commander Yeje is!!” “Two!!!!” “The best in the world!!” “Again one!!” “Commander Yeje is!!” “Two!!!!” “The best in the world!!”
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At the time when MK-1 and Kim Gunwoo started their happy PT Gymnastics. I was pondering what to do after giving short commands. I decided to summon another subordinate. “Hey, geezer!! Potion-Phile Geezer!! Come out quickly!!” As my earnest cry reached, a magic circle different from the Death Knight's appeared on the floor, and from there, an old man who looked almost twice as tall as me appeared. He scanned my figure from top to bottom as soon as he was summoned, then knelt slightly and opened his mouth. “Did you call, my lord? Indeed, MK-1's words were true. That you, my lord, have become human... It is an honor.” The nickname Potion-Phile Geezer, original name: The greatest alchemist of the empire, Alkerniman. He was the one who faced me just before the empire was destroyed, and he had asked to be turned into an undead himself. Well, he wanted to awaken the ultimate truth of alchemy or something. “Yeah... I did become human as wished... But it became a woman, so it's a bit awkward. Anyway.” I complained about my situation for a moment, then ordered the geezer to use the system as well, and as expected from the genius alchemist, he quickly understood all the functions of the system. “As commanded, I have mastered all functions... But what is the reason you called me?” “Well, in this world, to live in modern Korea, you need money, right? A lot of it? But I wanted to make money by clearing gates right now, but there's the issue of identity, and originally, to clear gates, you need to obtain the right to clear or ownership, right?” “Correct. Looking at the post written by the fixed nickname: 'Cute Hunter Guide' human, everything is there. Ah... No way?” As the geezer read the post all the way down again, he asked with slightly widened eyes, as if he had finally understood what I wanted to say. “Through the trading function existing here, you want to sell my potions to secure basic funds? Indeed, my lord is truly clever.” “Hehe, right! I need to be moderately smart... But not too smart?” “Correct. The original Alkerniman thought of solving the situation that came up with a method never imagined... Truly amazing!” “Uha ha ha!! What a way to flatter, it doesn't drop even if you flatter like that? Your pitch-black mana has all run out!” I extended my index finger and shouted, and Alkerniman scratched his back as if stung in the heart. “Haha... This is really, my lord is quick on the uptake. Correct. A while ago, while forging a new doll, I used up all the mana my lord bestowed.” “Sigh, really, when would I not give if you just ask? Why try to get it by flattering?” “Flattering? The words I said just now were admiration from the bottom of my heart as Alkerniman. Anyway, if you bestow a bit of mana, I will produce large quantities of supply-type potions suitable for this world's standards and secure funds, and complete the doll for sure.” “Yeah yeah, do as you like, Potion-Phile Geezer~” I spread my palm and gathered a large amount of pitch-black mana, compressing it into a sphere. In size, roughly the size of a basketball? In circle, about the mana total of a 3-circle mage. “Is this enough?” “It is more than enough. Thank you.” The geezer carefully received the mana sphere and absorbed it instantly. Then, while looking around the one-room apartment and searching for something, he soon installed a gate in a small space next to the computer. “Then I will take my leave. This world seems rich in pure mana, so it should be able to maintain the gate.” “Yeah, once the potions are complete, sell them all and turn into money... You don't have to worry about it separately until I come, just focus and understand?” “Thank you for your consideration. Then, I will go.”