The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life - Chapter 32
Chapter 32 Recruitment (5)
Social party.
It was different back then.
Roman of that day was armed like a well-dressed and splendid peacock as an aristocrat, but now he is armed to go into battle at any moment.
The momentum was unusual.
People unknowingly gave way, and the crowds split on both sides bowed their heads, not daring to meet Roman’s eyes.
people’s eyes.
people’s reactions.
Roman took it for granted.
Even in the 100,000 Daesan (十萬大山), which was recognized as a new heavenly demon.
Even when he slaughtered the Jeongpa people who came in like waves and conquered Moorim.
Roman or Baek Jung-hyeok lived as a ruler, so he knew what kind of attitude he should show.
Bubbly.
walked forward
People looked into each other’s eyes.
It is incomprehensible.
Attracted by the rumors of Roman Dmitry, he applied for enlistment, but some people thought that he was too manpower for the position of an ordinary enlisted man.
However, meeting Roman in person had no choice but to take a different action than expected.
A natural atmosphere.
An attitude that takes for granted looking up.
It was a different existence from the general public, and the men who used to talk loudly couldn’t say anything now.
Silence lingered.
Finally.
Roman stood in front of the people.
Roman said in a calm tone as he saw more than 500 people bowing their heads toward him.
“Raise your head.”
It was an order.
People raised their heads.
Roman didn’t do anything special, but people were already caught up in Roman’s momentum.
“As stated in the announcement, I will borrow this seat to select 30 soldiers to fight for me. Before starting the test, I have something to tell you. I, Roman Dmitri, have no intention of spending time in a remote area. We will always struggle to win a higher position than now, and fighting with our lives risking our lives in the process is an unavoidable fate. So, those who think that they will follow me with a light heart, turn their steps even now. The moment your throat is blown off the battlefield, what you will have to regret is not the resentment I had for driving you into the battlefield, but only the regret of not being able to stand by my side as I stand tall as the best person on the continent.”
“… !”
People were astonished.
Roman’s remarks.
It was arrogant.
Roman Dmitri, who was not the best on the continent and whose heir position was in jeopardy even within the Dmitri family, spoke of being the best on the continent in front of many people.
The problem was that there was no laughter. Roman’s charisma and firm attitude gave rise to the illusion that such a thing would really happen.
I get it.
Roman’s words are nonsense.
However, the people who followed the ideal according to rumors could not bear to turn their steps even after seeing Roman.
Roman said.
“If you pass the test and become my people. You will be able to live your life as a predator who can decide your own life. I, Roman Dmitri, promise you that one thing.”
That was it.
Roman Dmitry taking a step back.
Finally.
It was the moment when the curtain of the test was raised.
* * *
There were no cheers.
A feeling of suffocating tension.
Seeing the people still unable to take their eyes off Roman, Chris stepped forward and opened his mouth.
“Now I will tell you how the first test proceeds.”
Five hundred applicants.
Lucas thought that the level of those who applied for the enlistment was higher than expected, but by Roman’s standards, they were no different from ragtags.
Most of the people probably couldn’t even accept Chris’s sword.
However, for now, it was best to save soldiers through this method, and starting from the bottom was not so unfamiliar to Roman.
Come out of Cave 12.
Baek Joong-hyeok formed a group for the first time.
Even at that time, there were only ragtag people by Baek Joong-hyeok’s side, but Baek Joong-hyeok confirmed only one value.
‘What I want is strong mental strength. Those born with the heart of the beast will grow stronger quickly, even if they start from the bottom. And only such people can be with me.’
heart of the beast.
It is an innate talent.
Kevin, who did not hesitate to raise his sword when ordered to cut off his arm, or Chris, who asked the victor how to become stronger even after a devastating defeat.
Such was the case with the heart of the beast.
No matter how strong people with bird breasts are, they cannot guarantee victory in a fight against other beings from birth.
30 people.
There are no conditions.
Even if you don’t know how to wield a sword, you want to be able to hold a sword with your bare hands to win.
Chris said.
“The method of testing is simple. When the applicant stands in the designated position, the archer we have prepared will fire three arrows at the applicant. Arrows can either embed themselves in the applicant’s body, inflicting fatal wounds, or miss narrowly and become lodged in a plate in the back. What is certain is that only those who did not move at all while all three arrows were fired can qualify for the first pass.”
first test.
It was a test of courage.
* * *
Testing has begun.
As the first applicant stepped forward, Morrison, who was in the second turn, couldn’t hide his anxiety.
‘It’s such a test. Everyone is out of their minds!’
Morrison.
He was an ordinary commoner.
Having made a living as a miner in an iron mine, he thought that the job of working in dust every day was not suitable for him.
So I always wanted to be a cool knight like Chris. Without knowing at all how much blood and sweat the knights had shed to get to the spot, they fell into delusion as men while looking at the armor shining in the sunlight.
to him like that.
Recruiting enlisted men was a golden opportunity.
Thinking that he could learn martial arts for an attractive salary of 8 silver, he quit his job and took the exam.
And of course.
Morrison had no intention of risking his life on the test.
‘Fuck the fuck.’
beep bee beep
I shivered.
It was scary.
Seeing an archer feeding an arrow to a bow, he wanted to deny the reality that would soon come upon him.
‘How the hell are you supposed to trust that archer? No matter how good a sharpshooter you are, you can’t always be perfect, and the cost of that mistake could be your life. i don’t want to die The reason I accepted the test is to train as a soldier and get a chance to become a knight. I have no intention of dying in vain like this!’
“Whoop whoop whoop.”
He let out a heavy breath.
The first applicant stood in the designated position.
Seeing the applicant who was just as nervous as Morrison, Morrison glanced at Roman’s expression.
It was dumb.
as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that he wasn’t worried about the accident at all, Morrison turned a happy circuit.
‘okay. It’s a simple test. No matter how brave Roman Dmitry wants a soldier, he won’t want an unfortunate situation where people actually die during the test. Perhaps the archer who conducts the test is a great skill and will never make a mistake. That’s right. In common sense, no one would follow a killer who puts people to death in a recruiting test.’
I clenched and opened my hand.
I was sweating profusely.
When I first heard how the test was going, I thought it was extreme, but when I thought about it, I realized that Chris was deliberately trying to scare people.
Fear comes from imagination.
While the test is in progress, even if the archer shows his skills, from the moment Chris warns that he may lose his life, the applicants have no choice but to take the test in fear.
It is a battle of psychic powers.
I was sure that if I believed in the fact that nothing would happen and persevered, the arrow would definitely miss.
‘Could you be ignorant and proceed with the test while looking at the blood?’
I was relieved.
That moment when you calmly catch your breath.
puck!
“Cheak!”
The first volunteer fell to the floor screaming.
first step.
stuck in the plate at the back.
However, the second arrow deviated from its course and pierced the first volunteer’s thigh beautifully.
puck!
“Cheak!”
Applicant collapsed.
The stout man fell to the floor and screamed, and blood spurted like a fountain from the area where the arrow had penetrated.
Red blood stains everywhere.
Chris and other volunteers hurriedly treated the volunteer, but the moment they saw the blood, Morrison and other volunteers’ faces turned pale.
they saw
An arrow that pierces the thigh.
Archers were not sharpshooters.
If the arrow had gone through the head rather than the thigh, the applicant might have died instantly.
“… crazy.”
“Did you really mean to be prepared to be hit by an arrow?”
“This is nonsense.”
People were agitated.
Chris, who was treating the applicant, laughed inwardly as they looked at each other and stepped back.
‘As expected.’
first turn.
It was planned.
The archer was a well-known sharpshooter in the neighborhood, and the first man to apply knew his thigh would be pierced.
Still, I was determined and went to the test.
It was promised in advance that arrows would be shot at areas that were not moderately fatal, and Roman paid a huge reward in return.
It was a good deal.
Falling to the floor and screaming was the action that Roman demanded in return for the deal.
Chris checked the condition of the injured and was able to confirm that it was not as serious as he had planned.
however.
He deliberately gave a serious expression.
As if it was a very dangerous wound, he treated the wound with an urgent touch.
‘It’s as the lord said. Mere verbal threats won’t find the person we’re looking for. That’s why you need to show that you actually risk your life. just one accident. Even if it happens only once in a hundred, applicants will be intimidated by the 1% chance.’
The horror device doesn’t end there.
one in a hundred.
There will be 4 more victims in the future, and that will keep the tension of the applicants until the end.
moved the wounded;
Blood dripped onto the floor as the wounded were being carried away on stretchers, and Morrison’s expression, which had been resolute until just now, turned pale.
he thought to himself. Since this kind of accident happened from the first turn, it might be possible to make a safety device or change the way of the test.
however.
The reality was harsh.
“next.”
Chris’ words.
As he wiped off the blood on his hands and called for his next turn, Morrison closed his eyes tightly on the spot.
Declaration of waiver.
heard the white flag
Chris clicked his tongue at the sight.
It seemed that it would not be easy for those who were not born with the heart of the beast to even pass the first test.
“I will treat the second turn as if the applicant gave up. Those of you who are afraid of getting an arrow stuck in your body, give up even now. Even if an arrow is stuck in the body, if the person grits his teeth and endures it, he will be able to confidently obtain the qualification of a successful candidate. So, cowards, get out of this exam hall right now!”
primary test.
The test started from now.