Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

3 – Finding job aptitude late*

The day of liberation has come.

I hurriedly got up from the straw and headed for his office.

As usual, the corridor in the afternoon was covered with dust and tranquility as sunlight penetrated through the opaque glass windows.

However, it was exceptionally refreshing today, and I was just deeply moved.

As usual, Hwaran was sitting at a desk by the window waiting for me in the office full of old smell.

“Hwaran.”

“Okay.”

Go up to him and shake his hand.

And the last question.

“Is this over?”

“Sure. In the meantime, I suffered a lot. Aye, your body is at least more attractive than it was five years ago.”

For some reason, Huaruan spoke softly, like an assistant on the day of graduation, and it was very strange.

“Of course, someone taught me.”

But I was positive.

As he said, I have become stronger.

It was a body with a little bit of celluloid and alcohol from taking classes during the day and entertaining the professor in the evening.

However, his body was different after he crossed the line of fire in Hwaran’s hellish training and dog-jeweled battles.

When I came to this world and was in my 30s, my whole body was full of vitality that I hadn’t felt even in my early 20s.

“Hey, don’t be conceited. It’s a little better now.”

“Are you that obvious?”

“You’re laughing so hard that your mouth hurts, but if you don’t even notice, you should stop being a mercenary and go raise sheep.”

He answered with a smile.

“Come to think of it, I am no longer Assei. What did you say your name was? Giimpung…”

“Don’t blow up on the name of the idiot, just call me Golf, G-House.”

Because the past is carefully folded in my heart so that it won’t wear out until I take it out again.

Meanwhile, Huaruan’s expression changed a bit strangely when he heard my otherworldly name.

“Cardboard House? What’s the f*ckin’ name like that? Is that the name of the orphanage you were in?”

“Golf-Eong, G-House. Please don’t name people strangely.”

In fact, the cardboard house is correct. Because I named it with an aristocratic name of the Far East, which stimulates a little orientalism.

Kim Pyeong-ju. It is a good name made with only good words, containing the wish to become a good person.

However, the nickname naming method of the 1990s, where if the surname was Kim, the nickname would be Kimbap, and if the surname was Park, it would be Park Hyeok-geose, and so my nickname became a piece of cardboard with only the first consonant.

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-Hey. Cardboard. Did you give me a house when I saw Chinese characters? Is it a cardboard house?? Are you homeless??

-Ae-ae-ae-ae~ They say it’s a cardboard house~

-Pyeongju’s House is a cardboard house.

However, the moment the innocent malice of a guy who came with the Chinese character Jangwon the day before mixed with it, I suddenly became a homeless child, and my nickname since elementary school became the cardboard house. Min-sik is a dog f*cking early adopter, a caterpillar cub.

It was a name made with the nostalgia of such a childhood. But you can’t build it with aegim or roe deer.

“What a crazy bastard. You say you use a title in the middle of your name?”

But our Hwaran doesn’t seem to like my naming sense. Not even sad

“Hey, are you by any chance a noble?”

“Should I say that?”

In my neighborhood, it was rare for every family to be a member of the royal family and not a nobleman. So, can I use it too?

“But not here, right? I get into trouble with aristocrats for using a middle name on a commoner subject.”

“Hmm. What would be good then? Geiner Kashineb?”

“Don’t use a scary name you don’t know, just put the title or something in front of it and make it a golfian. Golfian G-House.”

I agreed. Even if I think about it, it was a little bit off. Not even Southeast Asians.

Anyway, as of today, Kim Pyeong-ju, a graduate student in the Department of History of the Other World, has disappeared until he returns to Earth, and now only the free Golfian G-House remains in this world.

For some reason, the spark of hope grew in my heart, but it cooled down with a word from Hwaruan.

“So, what are you going to do now?”

Ah.

“…Is that so?”

I only thought of the most important goal, and I didn’t think of the next most important thing.

Let me think for a moment before giving him an answer.

My major was the humanities, especially the history of the Earth, which is a different world in this world.

Moreover, I didn’t return to the past, and there was nothing I could do in a different world where elements from different eras were intertwined.

Therefore, I am neither a revolutionary nor an ambitious person. I just want to quietly live with the flow of the times, go back to Earth, and revise my thesis again.

No, it’s already been 5 years, but there are no nightmares about killing people, and you still have nightmares stuffed with my thesis?

Wake up after listening to professors and people at the graduate school saying ‘Dog-sick-god’ and ‘This person is not part of our rap, Deswoo’. Does the f*cking person go crazy or not? Because of that, I couldn’t sleep at night and only swung my sword.

That’s why my final goal has been only one ever since I was thrown into the snowy field.

Submit a revised thesis after moving to another dimension.

It’s already been 5 years. How are you going to revise it? The timeline should also be twisted.

Would you be able to twist even the time axis? If that’s not possible, you can’t submit a thesis?

People commit suicide for insignificant reasons, but it’s not that I’m committing suicide because I can’t stand it, but can’t I jump across the world and twist time to change my thesis submission into a revised version?

That doesn’t mean I’m going to f*cking study right now and get dimension shifting magic.

If you wanted such a development, you should have thrown it somewhere like Hogwarts or Winterhold College of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were wrong from the start.

In life, people who have served in the public service for 2 years are caught and thrown into a snowy field, and after making them roll on the battlefield for 5 years as slaves, if they immediately say, “Learn dimension shift magic!”, What the f*ck would this be?

If that’s the case, I’d rather throw it into a field full of knowledge and youth, whether it’s an academy or a gymnasium, instead of snowfields. The title could be ‘I became a yellow monkey thrown into the middle of the academy’.

The academy would rather send it to the university if that’s the case. Nowadays, different world archaeologists are also popular.

Back to the point. I don’t know how to do anything.

I can’t use magic, I can’t feel any mana, and I know very little about the other world.

At best, it’s just learning a little about swords and bows.

Cheat? It only has the ability to translate the languages of people from other worlds.

Status window? There is no such thing. Status window. Status window. Ecology bath.

This is such a bleak situation. Really f*cked up, me.

“I don’t know what to do right now. Shall we pack up and leave?”

“Ha.”

Hwar’an sighed.

“So, you didn’t know what to do next, and you’ve been living your life for five years without knowing what to do? There is no subjectivity in life. How did you get here from the Far East?”

“That, it is very strange to hear such a thing from a person who diligently made me cut for 5 years, Huar An?”

“Who told you to be a slave? I have seen many assholes in the 30 years since I ate my cutlery, but you were the first asshole to enter a slave wagon by yourself.”

“Congratulations. You’ve discovered a new type of backbone. But how did they know that the crazy transvestite was a slave trader? And if it wasn’t for that, I’d freeze to death. Wasn’t this a rather wise decision?”

Hwar An, ignoring my heated protests, giggled and waved his hands.

“It’s okay, you asshole. Then I’ll give you three options. Whether you’re ugly or not, you’re my disciple.”

Hwar An took out two pieces of paper and placed them on his desk.

It was the letter of joining the mercenary corps and a letter sealed with wax.

First, he lifted up the application form.

“First of all, as you know, this document is a letter of application to join our Huaruan Mercenary Corps as an official mercenary. Honestly, a promise is a promise, so I was going to let you go, but honestly, it’s too much of a waste.”

“Yes? What are you worried about?”

No, what came out of that bloodless, tearless man’s mouth? Is it a waste to throw away all your money and jump out?

Talk. Tok. Tok.

Hwar An thumped his armrest and continued his speech.

“In the meantime, while working as a mercenary, I brought in and sent many guys as mercenaries, but it was rare to see someone like you in the last 20 years. The guy who came before you wasn’t as good as you.”

“Isn’t this the first time?”

“……”

“……”

In the midst of silence, Hwaran looked at him as if he were an idiot and cautiously opened his mouth.

“Ahhhhh. Have you ever been hit in the head wrongly by my knife?”

I tried counting my fingers, but it was too many and I gave up.

“Let’s see, it seems that one hundred times is the default, but can I tell you the real count?”

“People should know when to let go of the past. Aye.”

Hwar An responded by waving his hand as if to get rid of it.

“Anyway, your talent is rare. He is tall and has a good body base such as bone thickness, hand size, and lower body, and while adapting to my hell training fairly quickly, he endured five years on the battlefield.”

You have to adapt to live. How many times did I roll to follow it?

Hwaran asked with a curious expression.

“Seeing that he is fast on his feet and can withstand starvation well, he seems to have patience. Seeing that he rarely forgot anything even when he taught something, he must have been a former agent? Where did you work?”

See

And memory. A few months ago, I kept asking what I was doing with such a physique, so I jokingly forgot that I was from an elite agent in the Far East.

Now it’s time to add some yaburi. I spit on my lips. If you’re going to bluff, you should do it well.

Looking around for a while, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

“Well, I’m just telling you because we’re alone, have you ever heard of social workers directly under the Military Manpower Administration?”

“The Military Manpower Administration? Social worker? They’re the first to hear it. In the first place, I didn’t even know there was such an institution in the Far East.”

Hwar An scratched his chin at my question.

“Well, if it’s Huaruan, it won’t matter too much if you know.”

I prepared a little more all-out gura, and then I solved the story.

“When society collapses, we rise. It was our unit’s relief.”

I’m sorry, Mr. Tom. I bought The Division 2 and tried it, so please watch it.

“Whoa. You were on the dark side.”

“Elite agents who hide their identities until a problem arises, engage in chores and hateful jobs at the lowest level of society, and persevere for a crisis to come someday.”

Keep your voice down, take a break from talking, and start again.

“Looking at us, in the Far East, they call us social workers. And I was called an excellent social worker who was evaluated as an elite by the Military Manpower Administration, the direct agency that manages them.”

Hwaran asked intriguedly.

“Oh, but why was the body like that? When I first saw him, I only liked Heo Woo-dae, he wasn’t an agent, he was just a normal person living a little.”

I knew that such a question would come up.

After concocting an alibi for about 7 seconds, he opened his mouth.

“It had a story.”

I solved a story I just made up.

A rough summary is as follows.

Strength comes at a price. Even in the Far East, where almost all young men serve in the military, where only a few are selected in the Far East, where combatants live, each social worker has a “Price” To their body.

For example.

-Someone has an invincible defensive power and a deterrent that no one around him can approach, but his whole body becomes bloated.

-Someone has an extreme speed that no one can catch up with, but instead the whole body becomes dwarfed.

-Someone gets crazy instead of being able to look at the other side of the world.

In most cases, this cost will last a lifetime, even if one resigns from an agent position after completing military service.

But I overcame it, and as a result, my body returned to normal.

However, the original base, like the feeling of being an agent, remained to some extent, so he had the aforementioned ability to adapt to training and excellent memory.

That was roughly explained, and Huar’an naturally believed it.

It was an obvious narrative enough that anyone would ask if I brought the setting of a mass store, but it was true that I was an excellent social worker, and it was a success, but it was also true that I lost 33kg with my will, so I didn’t lie too much.

The fact that I was fast was because I walked like crazy back then, and my ability to endure hunger was also influenced by the diet I had been on since then.

What does memorizing well have to do with diet or public interest?

There is no other reason for that. Just what i’m good at

Anyway, upon hearing the story of the secret agent of the Orient, Huar An’s face was like that of a new employee, as if he had heard a trade secret on the first day of joining the company.

“But if you know this, isn’t it like getting a dagger stuck in your bed while you sleep? No matter how you look at it, it seems like a secret from the Far East. My pillow is already full of metal.”

“Did anyone who was concerned about that ask where you worked? This is a story that very few people know even in the Far East, so if you watch your mouth, it won’t happen. Be at ease.”

“Ah, I’m serious, but don’t go around talking about things like that even when you go to other places just because someone asks.”

Hwaran said with a worried expression.

“I don’t give advice like this when I’m in trouble, but I’m saying this because I’m really worried about you.”

“Anyway, shh.”

“sh*t, you bastard. Back to the point Just because you’re leaving, what are you going to do for a living in this barren northern part? Shepherd? f*ck that I don’t allow it. You are a child who should slaughter a man instead of a sheep.”

“I think the child is a bit big.”

If there is a child this big, it must be from a family where one of the parents ate with a giant. Maybe a giant couple. Doesn’t that sound really monstrously correct?

“Don’t talk nonsense, if you’re at your level, you should be able to acquire the title of ‘double mercenary’ within three years. I bet you.”

I was dumbfounded by Hwaran’s words.

No, Twice Mercenary isn’t even the name of a town bastard, and I deserve to be a Twice Mercenary?

“Twice the mercenary? Me?”

“Yes. Climb.”

In this different world where Café Mocha and magic coexist, of course there are guilds and ranks.

In the case of the 1st Subcontractor Adventurer’s Guild of love and justice, a symbol of romance in another world, there are Bronze to Grand Master.

The mercenary guild is a trumpeter of power and a trumpeter of power in another world. In the case of mercenary guilds, they are divided into grades F to SS (not Nazis).

And each guild has its own title. It must be because Hwaran is like that. I don’t know much about this world.

Anyway, there are special titles unique to the mercenary guild, and Double Mercenary is one of them.

“Twice the mercenary…”

“Yes, what you know is correct.”

Twice the mercenaries. Precisely, this title attached to the end of the rank, such as ‘A-class double mercenary’, is a symbol that pays respect even to those who treat mercenaries as money-mad killers. Otherwise, a knife will fly to your head.

Anyway, you can think of these double mercenaries as model taxis in the mercenary world who literally receive a lower wage than the industry average, and as specialists in riot and melee certified by the mercenary guild.

However, the only condition for taxi passengers to shout out is to cut the 15-minute distance by 5 minutes.

Getting paid twice as much means that you need the skills to satisfy the exacting requirements.

That’s why a normal mercenary will do something good to die for.

Upper escort through dangerous zones, commissarjit to prevent runaway allies during battle, close-up reconnaissance in enemy lines, strikes on important facilities after infiltration, breaking through the front line when the war begins, and even protecting the military flag and key personnel.

Anyway, if you give me money, I’ll do all kinds of f*cking and difficult things.

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Indeed, even if you pick up a mace instead of a rattle at a first birthday party in another world and hit the bat right away, receiving reliable crazy killing machines is the title of a double mercenary that is glorious.

“Of course, this is if you choose the mercenary sign-up form. And this….”

Hwaran pushed the letter sealed in wax this time.

“This letter is a letter of recommendation from the Academy. As you know, since I’m in the middle of the class, I come here from time to time.”

‘f*ck. What age are you going to the academy at the age of 33, mister…’

In an instant, I swallowed the dense words at the tip of my throat. How did I survive for 5 years, but it would be unfair if I said the wrong word and died.

And I resented someone whose name I didn’t know.

If you’re going to do this, why don’t you just shoot yourself 20 years old and send it to another world? If I were like that, I would have gone to the academy and filmed ‘I became a black-haired new swordsman at the academy’.

The bastard who sent me had some kind of hipster disease and sent graduate student Mun Sa-cheol, who is already a slave in real life, to another world on the day he submitted his master’s thesis to film the life of a slave mercenary?

“No, I am over 30? If you go in there at this age, all you hear is that you are senile.”

“Huh.”

When he first heard the age of the slave he hadn’t told for five years, Hwaran’s face was full of absurdity.

“I heard that Far Eastern guys age less, but that’s true. I thought I ate about twenty.”

“Yes, I didn’t expect to eat like this. Did Huar’an do the same?”

“Just stop f*cking there, assei.”

I feel like I’m selfish, but I’ve heard a lot from the mercenaries for the past 5 years saying that I look damn young.

People who don’t even know that I’m a slave ask why I’m working as a mercenary at such a young age.

At that time when people were busy surviving, there was so much warmth in the other world that I ended up saying that there were so many idiots talking nonsense to others, but I wonder if this is a little too far-fetched.

‘But isn’t 20 years old? These guys are too obsessed with Asian fantasies.’

What otherworld bastards are the reincarnations of imperial orientalist ghosts who were baptized in the Thames River from birth?

Hwaran asked while scratching his cheek.

“Anyway, that face is really in his 30s? I would have been born in the Far East too.”

“You did, did you? If it was Huaruan, at least you wouldn’t have been dragged into slavery by a crazy transvestite. Anyway, what if I get that invitation?”

“What is it? You go to the academy, take classes, earn money on your own to pay for tuition, and study hard until you come back. I don’t think I’ll even give you money.”

As expected. I can’t accept that

“Well, even if you get an invitation, you will have to take a little test, but if you have skills like yours, you should be able to pass.”

By the way, which academy are you going to? Where are the sons of nobles going?

“Hwaran, what is the name of the academy by any chance?”

“Royal Armian Military Academy-“

“No. Isn’t that a bit much?”

Sent to the army from here?

“Ahhhhh. Do you know how easy it is for a foreigner to join the British Central Army as an officer? What happened I can’t help it if I don’t like it.”

Putting the letter of recommendation back into his pocket, Hualan smiled and said: As if you knew how to say it.

If you don’t like mercenaries or soldiers, there is a third way.

After saying that, Hwaran pointed at the door this time.

“Leaving the room, wandering around this world and living freely.”

Far’an pointed at me again. Exactly my hand.

“I will release you as I promised. I’m not going to tie you down by force, and I’m not going to force you.”

In the office filled with the smell of old dust, the conviction of a person who had lived that way all his life resonated.

“Even if I get out of here, there are things I learned, so if I work hard, I will be able to make a living. However, if a guy who doesn’t know what to do right now leaves, it’s obvious that he will come back to the North to work as a mercenary again.”

That is correct. When a man does not know what to do, he chooses what he is good at.

Like I picked graduate school on a whim.

“I don’t even think you’ll be here forever. It doesn’t matter when you go out, so why don’t you work as a mercenary here and save up money?”

“…..”

I made up my mind.

Let’s work here, save up to 3 silver, and gather information on where to go in the meantime.

The seed money for traveling around the world is 3 million won. Little but little money But what can I do?

I don’t have any money.

“Hwaran. Is it true that I can go out anytime?”

“Hey, you know I don’t lie about contracts, money and knives.”

Hwaran smiled as I reached out and took the subscription form. It was a triumphant smile that always came out whenever he won a negotiation.

“Then sign it, you planner!”

“Golpion G-House… Is now an official mercenary of the Hwaruan Mercenary Corps…”

After signing, I looked at Hwaran’s face, and someone overlapped.

“What. Do you think you thought well?”

‘Yes. It’s normal well thought out Do you think you did well?’

Someone said that when I was on Earth, he said he would buy me a steak, so I left. After asking about my career path, it was Professor Oh who came to graduate school and suggested that I go for a Ph. D. Together.

Come to think of it, then and now, for some reason, it seems that I was struggling with a certain choice.

I wouldn’t have done it if I was just an adventurer-

“Come on. Then, welcome to re-enroll assei!!!”

Chack!

I didn’t realize until Hwaran quickly snatched the contract away.

Ah. I was tricked by the professor again.