Ex Rank Supporting Role's Replay in a Prestigious School

The national game is called the National Mangem, the National Game of Destruction.

There was no national game in the Republic of Korea, but the National Mangem existed.

About 10 years ago, a game was released.

Mobile RPG 'Player Mystery High School', abbreviated PLAGO.

Contemporary, turbulent due to a clash of dysentery.

Mystery High School that trains talented players.

It was a mobile role-playing game in which various characters were manipulated against the background of the school to advance the story or clear the quest.

The beginning of the Plemago, which had been topical since before the opening, was magnificent.

The highest amount of development and marketing costs in gaming history.

An opening song by a skilled wave singer, named after a sound source.

CM broadcast in the golden age of airwaves, cable and long-distance broadcasting.

Posters full of bus bodies, stops, subway walls, and screendoors.

Banner ads and video ads placed throughout the portal site.

It was no exaggeration that half of the people saw the advertisement by Plemago.

I found a life game!

I thought so when I was one of the three million pre-registrants.

The date of commencement of service of PLMAGO shall be the day following the end of the competence.

At the end of the day, I ran from the first day of service with 3 million users.

However, Flemago became the life-mangem of so many gamers.

A messed up game balance with no character, skill, or item to hide.

A bug that only grows every day and doesn't get fixed.

Unknown manipulation difficulty, whether you made him feel like a dog or not.

Less reward for excessive repetitive nogada elements without auto-function.

Single-play only, absent multiplayer, except for the 'Ask other players for help' command.

The store was followed by burglary terrorism and comments overflowed with declarations of disembarkation and double-crossing.

But the fans, hardened like concrete, endured.

There were many disadvantages, but there were also advantages to this game.

Delicate high quality illustrations.

Character rendering and in-game graphics implemented close to illustrations.

Detailed and attractive character setting.

The concrete fans didn't let go of the game.

But that wasn't long ago either.

The development of a story without dreams or hopes has even changed the mentality of concrete.

[Water Store Refund Run Gazua that started rotting on the first day of opening]

[Characters that I was raising, my family, my friends, are all dead. Refund successful, please share your information. Example.]

[Yong-seong, Red Ho] A twisted island because of the massacre. You need to get out of here. I understand your heart, but I'd like you to search for a refund.]

[Since I was about to fold, I received a notice of admission from the Military Service. Where is the gain?]

[Story unfolding] Sweet potatoes, they look frustrating. Get off!]

[Don't talk long. I fold. I live in a brain that doesn't play this game.]

[Assign Café Operating Staff] If you do not have an application comment period of 3 days, you will be randomly assigned and then leave.]

After the story of the character being massacred.

The informal information-sharing café in Plgo was ruined and the concrete floor user left Dagger.

The event was then called the "Plamago Concrete Layer Collapse Event" in the gaming world.

In the gaming community, these words began to spin.

'You must not engage with PlayMystery High Priestess.'

Flemago is the Mangem of Hope to be engraved in the game.

It's only game makers and perverts that do that, but they're both dangerous seeds, so they shouldn't be dealt with.

Meanwhile, I repeated my return and disembarkation with the sound of perversion.

Every time the story is updated, the playable characters and their surrounding characters die miserably.

The surviving characters also collapsed mentally.

Still, I kept up to read the next story.

"If one more person dies, they'll fold! '

At that moment, I really thought so.

But I thought so, and two more characters died, but I couldn't fold them.

Sometime I didn't even get off.

Even after joining, he continued to play using the allowed smartphone time of about three hours in the lifestyle.

"It's the youngest."

"Yes! Private Cousin, did you call!"

"What game are you playing?"

"· · · Player Mystery High School."

The lifestyle was instantly wrapped up.

Sergeant Choi opened his mouth with a smartphone in one hand and a TV remote in the other.

Sergeant Choi said to me as he looked at the stupidity of diving from head to head on the bare ground.

"Huh, this poor guy."

I was treated as a poor man until the moment I was discharged.

Until Sergeant Choi assumed his role, he had a relatively comfortable military life thanks to his handling of "Don't touch the poor guy."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

A few years later, I became truly pitiful.

"Stage 4 lung cancer."

I didn't know what I was hearing right now.

Gamblers who couldn't even buy cigarettes for billing were not listening.

"Rarely, there are cases with no symptoms until stage 4 of lung cancer."

Many non-smokers have lung cancer.

It was added that:

What else did the doctor say after that?

About half of what the doctor said went out of the ear again.

I barely understood:

You may die within six months at the earliest.

If you are treated and have a good prognosis, you can also expect more than 3 years of survival.

Even if medical insurance was applied, I could not cover long term hospital expenses without a job.

I never looked for a hospital again after I said I'd think about it.

When I was a junior high, I ate my parents' tofu at my next of kin's.

Graduated from a four-year university with repeated leave and return to earn living expenses and tuition.

A year of preparatory employment by giving the parachute a place of employment that had been scheduled for teaching.

Last month I finally succeeded in my job as a part-time employee.

I needed employment health examination documents, so I was examined, and I received a time-limited declaration.

Even though there was a lot of hard work, the life of a man who was only a flesh man ended up like that.

I became a game-breaker.

Until then, it was a very common gamer who lived a moderate social life.

But now I'm stuck in a high school, and I stop all productive activity and social activity, and I look at my smartphone with my own eyes.

Became a defenseless parrot.

'One of the reasons I have cancer is this game.'

He lamented that he was going to have cancer a few times while playing Plemago.

And yet, I still can't let go of this game while I'm dying of cancer.

Cough has recently worsened.

Two or three times a day, I cough with mixed blood.

Sometimes I couldn't sleep because my whole body ached like I was going to die.

The painkillers sold in the pharmacy were of little help.

It's time to die. '

While I was playing the game, I only thought about death during the game check.

It was time to refresh the Game News field on the portal site to reflect.

The main article was changed.

[Great Mobile RPG Player Mystery High School Final Update Coming Soon!]

What a death, what a curse.

I immediately pressed the article to comment.

[jo2god111: Why is this Mangem update article in the news main?? I love it. If you have money to sprinkle on a reporter, do a balance patch and catch a bug.]

In a few minutes, I replied under my comment.

[kye777ing: I don't humble myself with this gamer.]

It is true that Plemago is a mangem.

However, I felt terrible when I was even hit by a paddle drip.

Shouldn't you at least know who's playing this game?

Even though I was strong, it was the rotten spirit of the ruined man who made the mangem.

I answered impulsively.

[jo2god111: Why don't you try it yourself?]

Then an explosive reaction followed under my reply.

[zxYJ0008xz: jo2god111 What is it? You look like you have a bottle?]

[kye777ing: [Please check back on your comments]

[dudtn90: Don't feed me]

[rkrehrl12: Let's take the angler (badly insulted town).]

It's a comment I wrote, but it was really something up and down.

Soon the comments window was filled with half of the game's baths and half my baths.

I turned off the news page only after PlMago Mennonce, who was not properly refuted and commented.

'· · · Ending will kill you.'

The update took place by lying in a narrow bed and turning on the Flemago app.

I took out the file iron and the set-top while downloading the update file.

File iron with A4 paper printed by me.

Eight volumes of my own set-top book, who reads that, over 500 pages per volume.

I threw it under the bed so I could find it and read it right away.

The update was completed by reading my notebook.

'It's over.'

Six months after the doctor said it was over.

Time and stamina were more precious than gold in a situation where you don't know when you will die.

I was using it all in the game.

* * *

A few decades of struggle is over.

'It's over.'

I never thought it would be a bad-end with no dreams, no hope, no mercy.

In the end, no one was saved without keeping anything.

'Baek Ho Gun', my most prominent character until the final boss.

He also lost everything in the vicious hands of the scenario writer and had a terrible end.

Scenario lighter bastards. '

I thought it was okay to have any bad-ending.

Rather, I didn't know if I would twist my belly when I saw her happy ending leaving me to die soon.

But it was the wrong idea.

I was expecting a happy ending.

It wasn't because I was a distressed pervert who got off and eventually returned because of the painful story of reading.

Otherwise, I couldn't have felt this miserable.

'I was looking forward to the happy ending, so I didn't miss this game.'

It was only after the end of my life that I realized this game.

But the game is over.

All the playable characters died miserably.

And I'm about to die.

I forced the game to end and threw my smartphone into the corner of the bed.

Tin ―

Then an alarm sounded as if protesting.

It was an alarm from the PLMAGO game app.

[Obtain Final Chapter Clear Reward. Please check your gift box.]

'· · · Final Clearance Reward?'

It was Flemago who used to insult me for running the game.

I didn't even send you an update alarm, so why?

'Bonamana would be a terrible reward.'

I wasn't expecting it, but I wondered.

I had to see.

It was the mindset of a gamebreaker playing in the hands of a gaming company.

I turned on the game app with my dead eye while thinking about it.

But when I opened the gift box on the main screen of the game, the screen stopped.

No matter how long I waited, the screen didn't move.

It didn't even end.

Even if I tried to turn off my smartphone, it didn't turn off.

Since it is an integral type of battery, the battery cannot be disconnected immediately.

"Aah! Bug here! Ew, wow."

When I opened my mouth, my cough burst.

The end of a game you've been playing for almost a decade.

The futility of that.

Released tension.

A stamina cut with long play time and artillery.

My body began to crumble rapidly.

Keq, weg, kook, keq.

I'm getting closer to screaming, not coughing.

It's like a scream from a terminal that screams the last time.

I thought I had a spit and wiped my mouth, but my hands were dull.

Seconds, what?

I'm starting to hear a hearing.

It's dangerous.

It's time to die.

"My virtue is my sexuality, brother. Are you all right?"

I heard Secretary Cheonchung knock on the door.

Another inmate may have protested because of the cough.

It was next week that there were a lot of people like me in the hospice ward.

If I don't die today, I'll have to lie in front of the ward and go in.

It is civil war for the naturalists and for the inmates around my room.

And the junior, Chun Sung-hyun, followed me well in college.

Even after meeting with the High Council secretary and inmate, the attitude of the Church remained unchanged.

I used to give out snacks and cough pills instead of the food I bought before.

He was an overzealous junior to the one who was about to die.

I was prepared for the rush at the high school.

If you pay for the funeral, a little cash and a little will remain.

On the envelope, I wrote the name of the natural constitution.

Once I had to say that I was okay, I couldn't answer.

I heard a deafness in my ear, vomited blood in my mouth, and it was a mess.

At least I tried to keep my mouth shut to make the cough sound small.

But the cough got worse, so the sound only grew bigger.

Huge cough, cough, cough!!

The Natural Constitution began to knock on the thin door.

"Brother! Open the door!"

I heard the sound of the metal hitting each other as if Natural Constitution were looking for the key. Soon, the lock was choked and opened.

Almost simultaneously with the door opening, a white light overwhelmed the field of view.