level 1 player

Chapter 96.2

When I rang the bell, a man in his late 30s appeared.

“Your uncle is here. Come in.”

It was his cousin, Choi Hyun-joong.

“Uh, okay, how are you?”

“I was fine.”

The father greeted Choi Hyun-joong warmly and entered the house.

“Brother, I’m here!”

“Yeah, come on!”

At his father’s greeting, his uncle stood up and greeted him warmly.

And the two of them started talking.

“How have you been?”

At Choi Hyun-joong’s words, Hyunseong nodded his head.

“Is the player’s job worth doing?”

“It’s worth it. Is your job going well?”

“I am getting better too.”

“I’m glad.”

Hyunseong smiled softly in response to Choi Hyun-joong’s words.

His cousin Hyunjoong Choi was running a business that processes magic stones and monster corpses

into player-only equipment.

It was a fairly expensive business to start with, but with the help of his uncle, he seemed to have

established himself easily.

As in the case of his friend Seong-ho, it was something Hyunseong could help out enough.

However, Hyunseong had no intention of helping his cousin, Choi Hyun-joong.

He had clearly told his father about it.

I have no intention of stopping his brothers from meeting at the holidays.

But he doesn’t need to help.

I don’t give because I don’t get anything.

That was Hyunseong’s decision.

With the active support of his mother, his father eventually agreed.

“Isn’t the player’s job difficult?”

his uncle asked his father.

“It’s worth it.”

It wasn’t something I could do, but it was lying down and eating rice cakes.

“Even as a player, it is not easy to make money at first, but you have a lot of trouble.”

That’s the story of normal players.

It was a story of a distant country for his father, who started hunting after learning the elixirs and all

kinds of skillbooks, building up a high level of specs from the beginning.

“Since I heard from Hyunjoong, it seems that being a player is not always a good job. I’ve heard it’s

particularly dangerous. Why don’t you and Hyunseong find another job?”

His father laughed bitterly at his uncle’s words. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Hyunseong is the best player in the world.

Hyunseong’s father, Choi Hyung-gyu, is also a ranker with excellent skills.

Even though the level is still insufficient, the moment he crosses the 400 level, Choi Hyung-gyu will

become a supernatural being that even rankers must look up.

Do you want these two people to look for something else?

It was a statement that could be made because he thought that his nephew Hyunseong and the player

Choi Hyunseong, who is called the guardian god of mankind, were different people.

‘I mean, the perception-disrupting skill is effective.’My uncle may not have seen the show, but even if

he did, he would not have recognized it.

To see through the power of a skill, you have to be at least a ranker level.

“By the way, local, when are you planning to get married?”

While talking with his father, his uncle’s arrow pierced his sister Choi Hyun-ji.

“I have no idea yet.”

“You have no idea? You are now in your mid-30s. I need to find a good man and get married.”

Her uncle’s sermon was interrupted by her eldest mother, who had been silent.

“At that time, the local people were divorced. Who will take a woman who has been divorced?”

Her eldest mother dug up Choi’s painful wounds.

Whether she was really worried or not, this wasn’t something she would say to someone who was

really broke.

“Twitter, that’s it. Even if the local people didn’t break the marriage back then… … .”

Her uncle clicked her tongue in pity.

Hyunseong was amazing.

If it was really sad, he should have yelled at the eldest mother who brought up such a thing, wouldn’t it

be right?

That was then.

“I’m glad we broke up then. What would have happened if you trusted such a man and married him?

And if you’re really worried about me, shouldn’t you say that in the first place?”

Her uncle and mother were slightly embarrassed by Choi’s bold reply.

“Kerham, isn’t that all because I’m worried about you?”

“If you really care about me, I hope you don’t talk about breaking up in the future. Don’t even ask when

you’re getting married. If you talk about breaking up or getting married again in the future, I think you

are trying to mock me, not to worry about me.”

At the words of Choi Hyun-ji, the faces of the uncle and mother turned red.

It wasn’t because I was ashamed.

was angry

“Oh, look at him! Where do you raise your voice at the elders in your household with what the adults

said because they were worried about them?”

“Have I never raised my voice? Her voice is now raised by her eldest mother.”

Choi’s words raised her eldest mother’s voice even higher.

“What is your habit of talking to the elders in your family? Dong-seo, how the hell did you educate your

children?”

Her eldest mother turned her arrows to her mother.

Hyunseong’s older sister, Choi Hyung-ji, is not formidable, so her personality has been bitten by

Hyunseong’s mother, who is docile.

It was a remark she could make because it was her eldest mother who had cared for her mother all her

life as a person under her own hands.

But her mother had lost her affection for her big house after that day.

She came because of her husband.

But she didn’t want her to be silent as before.

“I did this well enough. Is it good education to keep your mouth shut without saying a word to someone

who pretends to care and sells your own wounds? Do you think I am not?”

At her mother’s words, her eldest mother left her speechless.

It was not because it was difficult to refute her words, but rather, she was surprised at the change of

her mother, who lived with only words like ‘Yes’, ‘I’m sorry, bro.’

“Sister-in-law, why are you raising your voice on this fine day?”

Her father stepped forward and gave her eldest mother a wink at her uncle.

“Hmm, yes. There’s no need to raise your voice over the holidays. You do the same.”

Her uncle stopped her mother-in-law.

‘I still have a conscience.’

His uncle secretly looked at her mother to see if it was on her heart that she had refused her mother’s

request in the past.

“No, what the hell did I do wrong? Isn’t the fault the local and the East-West?”

She said with a look of resentment for her eldest mother.