The Tutorial Is Too Hard

Chapter 47

1400 (3)

"Scared?"

Jirji fell for the provocation.

In fact, he’s never really played the game properly.

Whatever confidence he had or what pride he had, he didn't want to lose it

And he lost

He lost very badly.

He never dreamed that he would feel so miserable after losing the game.

"Hey, this isn’t your first time playing this game. Be honest."

"It's true that it's the first time I'm playing. I'm playing it for the first time today. I saw this game console for the first time today. You're not very good at it. Why? Are you angry?"

Ho was a crazy guy, but he was also good at nagging.

Even if it looked like the game was close, he always somehow won.

Thinking that the gap was narrowing little by little, Jirji continued to challenge him again over and over but soon, he realized one thing.

Ho was adjusting the game so that Jirji was barely losing.

The difference in skill was too great.

"Next game? One more?"

"Not anymore."

"Scared?"

"I am not!"

Jirji got angry without realizing it.

"Oho, oh my world. Are you forfeiting? How many days in total is it now?"

Ho bet on the game.

He bet that if he won, he can stay at Jirji's house for a day, and if Jirji wins, he would grant one thing Jirji wants.

Jirji was defeated in a straight line.

Ho won a five-day stay.

He thought it didn't matter.

Anyway, he wasn’t thinking of putting that madman outside, so he had to put Ho next to him instead.

He drank a glass of cold water and his head cooled down, Jirji felt uncomfortable for no reason.

It had been a long time since he had yelled and was angry at anyone because of his own feelings.

He was a little apologetic, and he was also worried that the madman would in turn get angry at him for yelling.

Fortunately, Ho didn't show any reaction.

Instead, he giggled as he watched Jirji get angry.

He looked happy.

No, is it fun to watch other people lose at games and feel offended?

Why is that fun?

He couldn't understand.

As expected, the madman was a madman.

It was late, but he prepared dinner.

As he sat down at the table, he had fifty thousand thoughts.

He couldn't believe that he was such an idiot for first sitting down with him at his own table.

While eating, Ho asked questions one by one.

Just like he did at the meeting of the superhumans.

They were usually questions related to common sense in this society.

Jirji's speculation that Ho seems to have just appeared in society for some reason seemed to be correct to some extent.

Seeing Ho who complimented Jirji’s meal, Jirji thought about it.

This madman was more normal than he thought.

He did, except for one or two problems.

That he acts as if he doesn't care about the eyes around him.

That he treats himself too comfortably (to the point that Jirji felt a little embarrassed at first seeing him).

He acts unexpectedly.

He lacks common sense.

His eyes actually have good taste.

He attacks people for no reason.

Come to think of it, it wasn't just one or two things.

Anyway, except for the craziness that popped out, he looked like a normal person at first glance.

Jirji only thought of Ho as a madman who had to stay by his side so he could keep a watch on him.

Little by little, he started to wonder about that madman.

Maybe Jirji, who had been lonely for a long time, was just curious about strangers.

"Your house?"

"Don’t have any."

Does that make sense?

He could buy his own house by choosing any of the houses that were sold first to superhumans.

A person with that level of superpower would make a lot of money no matter what he did, so there was no need to worry about money.

"What did you do?"

"I'm not working."

He was jobless and homeless.

Jirji came up with an idea impulsively.

"Would you like to work with me?"

* * *

Work started in the morning.

Jirji had to regret his decision last night.

Having to roam the city center full of citizens with this madman.

It was the worst decision.

His nerves were on the brink.

He was a man who would attack without hesitation if he ever bumped into a passerby on the shoulder.

He was called to solve a problem, and even when he arrived at the place to which he was dispatched, he was not able to concentrate on the problem as he was paying attention to the madman.

Fortunately, Ho did not cause any problems.

All he did was walk around the city center and ask questions whenever he had any questions.

And,

"How did you do it?"

"Transparent Frog."

"Kyaaak!"

Ho solved the problem easily.

With the excuse of the invisible frog.

"Are these problems common?"

Ho asked.

The problem that was just solved was a fight between students with superpower abilities at school.

It was an odd thing for the police to come forward.

It was too risky for school teachers to solve (and, in fact, for the police too).

When such a problem occurs, Jirji is contacted, and Jirji, who is a class B superhuman, moderates the situation.

"A lot. It seems to be getting more and more common."

"Then it's not temporary. What's wrong?"

Ho asked.

What's the problem?

Jirji had no choice but to talk about universally known facts.

Fundamental differences in abilities between the superhuman and the non-superhumans, social imbalance, sense of privilege, and hatred towards each other.

About those things.

Ho listened intently to Jirji.

Jirji had to feel a bit silly while explaining.

These things were common sense, so there was no need to explain them out loud.

The work continued.

And the invisible frog continued to be summoned.

"Kyaaak!"

The frog roared.

Nearby citizens also screamed and walked away.

"I didn't do it. The Invisible Frog did it."

"…Say something that makes sense. With so many people, how could that big frog chase us?"

"Our transparent frog can fly."

I’m sure it does.

Is this really an excuse to believe in?

Surprisingly, people believed.

"Wow! It's a monster frog!"

A child came screaming.

Jirji clicked his tongue inside.

There was a girl who liked seeing that weird frog monster.

She was a very unique child.

"I'm sorry, can my child take a close look?"

The child's parents asked.

He tried to refuse that she couldn’t

"Yes. Our frog doesn’t bite."

Ho didn't really care and allowed it.

The child even touched the frog's torso as she looked at it up close.

The frog was really docile.

Soon people flocked in.

It was reported in the media.

The appearance of a superpower that summons a flying invisible frog.

It didn't look strong and scary.

It was reported that the versatile frog is a great help in various rescue and policing operations.

No one seemed to think that Ho was cheating with the frog.

Jirji realized how mysterious and unknown the superpowers are.

If the frog, the pen name, and the superpowers had become the talk of the town first, it might have been quickly discovered that the frog was a trick.

However, it was first reported in the media and then released to the public.

Even the superhumans who came in contact with frogs and Ho through the news were just amazed that there was that kind of ability.

Maybe Jirji is the only person who has seen that invisible frog from an objective standpoint.

Jirji began to doubt Ho's abilities.

People were amazed that it was a frog that was too versatile to be a B-class summoned beast.

But Jirji, who has been watching her every move, thought a little differently.

It was overly perfect and powerful beyond versatility.

Enough to solve any situation without any problems.

It seemed omnipotent.

On the road blocked by soil and sand, a pile of dirt floated up and flew back to its original location, as if using telekinetic power.

When he saw an injured child, he summoned an invisible frog to lick the wounded area with its tongue, and then the wound healed as if it had been washed.

It put people to sleep and also stunned them.

When it was hot, it made ice and even let the wind blow.

Jirji decided to do a little more research on Ho.

Jirji, a B-class person and a member of the police, had the right to read the personal information of other superhumans.

Amazing results came out.

Ho had no records.

No birth record, no record of superhuman registration, no criminal record, no educational process record, no criminal record, no record of superhuman activity.

Jirji checked Ho's superhuman registration certificate.

It was not a fake registration certificate.

However, the record of his registration certificate did not remain as data.

At this point, Gird stopped his investigation.

‘S-class hiding his identity… Maybe the superpower he has was more than that, a superpower. Was there such a person among them?'

Those with superhuman powers at that level are treated like royalty by society.

Of course, they were completely open to the public.

From appearance to personality to abilities.

But, as Jirji knew, there was no one like Ho.

* * *

"Oh, today was tiring."

As he entered the house, Ho said.

It wasn't really hard, it was just cliché.

"What's so hard about it? The frog did all the work."

said Jirji.

"No……."

"What?"

"Yeah, the frog did it all."

Jirji held back his laughter.

Jirji took a seat in the living room and started massaging the lying frog.

Ho went to the refrigerator and took out his drink and drank it.

Then he pours another glass and brings it to Jirji.

“You worked hard too, 1400.”

“Call me by my first name.”

"Dog bone."

A few days have passed since he started living with Ho.

Although it was a short time, Jirji's life was much changed

It was the same when he went to work and then got back from work and went to sleep.

But staying with someone and moving together was different.

For Jirji, that was a big difference.

Ho hasn't had any problems since the day he first met him.

Rather, he acted so diligently that he was told that he was an exemplary superhuman.

Only once, when he met an S-class man, did he seem to attack him as the first day.

But he soon stopped.

Jirji remembered Ho's words very vividly.

‘What, he looks weaker than you.'

Could it be?

There was a huge difference between the two grades, S and B.

But somehow Jirji felt better.

And Jirji learned one thing.

When Ho sees a strong superhuman, he wants to fight them blindly.

However, if the person turns out to be weak, he quickly loses interest in them.

It was an ancient gladiator-like mindset.

Ho's abilities that he’s seen for a few days were comparable to those of the superhuman association's top talents.

Rather, he seemed overwhelming.

It seemed that there was no superhuman who could feel Ho’s fighting spirit.

Jirji felt even more relieved.

"A game before going to bed?"

"I will not."

Jirji refused.

If he accepted that, he wouldn’t sleep all night and would just play games.

Some of the things he learned over time are:

Ho can't sleep.

He suffered from severe insomnia.

If he wasn’t a superhuman, his health would have been in danger.

He seemed to lie in bed a few times trying to sleep, but he soon gave up and grabbed the game console, and stayed up all night until morning.

One time, when Jirji tried to buy him a sleeping pill, he refused, saying, "I'm not in the mood to take drugs."

"Really, let's just play one game and go to bed."

“…Yeah, I’ll only play one game and then I’ll go to sleep.”

Jirji stayed up all night playing the game again that day.

His body was tired, but his mood was not bad.

He was very good.

Jirji was thinking this to himself.

He wondered if this would be the case if he had a brother.

He was anxious at times.

When Ho was talking, he was constantly asking questions.

At some point, the number of those questions was rapidly declining.

There was nothing more to ask of Jirji.

Within a few days, Ho had adapted to this society.

He gained the common sense of society and simple historical knowledge.

Jirji was worried as he looked at the issue where the questions had disappeared.

Worried that one day Ho might suddenly disappear.

"Let's take a break."

He went out to the veranda for a while and had a cigarette.

Ho didn't smoke, but he followed him out onto the veranda.

"That asteroid."

said Ho, pointing to the asteroid.

The asteroid still in the sky was clearly visible even in the night sky thanks to the bright moonlight.

"How do people feel when they see that?"

It was the first question in a long time.

Jirji felt a strange sense of relief and said his thoughts.

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