Chapter 87 – After the Disaster (3)
A huge punching bag is placed in front of me.
The place where I am now is the underground facility of Kang Jong-woo’s building.
It was a training facility created by Kang Jong-woo to train himself and his subordinates in the Rabbit Kingdom, and it was entirely remodeled exclusively for me.
“This is the 30th newly created punching bag. Probably this time…”
A haggard-looking man next to me said that while explaining the punching bag’s specifications.
The huge punching bag in front of me is not just a punching bag.
A guy with a special jelly-like substance inside, designed exclusively for those with special abilities.
Several layers of metal plates covering the exterior and the special jelly inserted between the metal plates relentlessly absorb shock and withstand even the most ignorant attacks of a skilled person.
However, as I hit my feet, the size of the punching bag gradually increased, the metal plate was overlapped more and more, and the jelly was also improved and the amount increased.
5m in front of my eyes turned into a giant punching bag.
Looking at the punching bag, I loosened my fist and tapped Lee Baek on the head as he was sucking my cock.
“Chuup ♡ Chuu woop ♡ Chew woop ♡”
“Kuh, the queen, keugh!”
For reference, all the researchers and developers here are from the Rabbit Kingdom.
All of them were wasted just to satisfy Li Bai’s vanity.
When such people join forces, great things come out.
Like my new motorcycle.
Same with this punching bag.
By the way, the reason Lee Baek-yi sucks my cock like this is because the kids work harder when I show him this.
“Kuh! The Queen is so vulgar!”
“Sigh!”
Furut! Furut!
But is the smell of chestnut flowers that fills this space coming from my energy, or is it the smell of semen that they squirm out of melancholy erections?
“Woong hoo ♡ chu hoo ♡ chu oh ♡ chu oh ♡♡”
Li Baek-yi ignored the reaction of those around him and focused only on my cock, sucking it.
While quietly enjoying Li Bai’s movements, I grabbed her bunny ears and started shaking her waist.
“Guhuh?!♡ Hoo-eup♡ Chu-eup♡ Chue-eup♡”
I was taken aback at first, but soon Lee Baek started sucking my cock in line with my teasing.
I said good, complimenting her by scratching the crown of her head with her finger.
“Lee Baek-ah, cheap.”
“♡♡♡♡”
Beau rure!!
“… ♡ Gulp ♡ gulp ♡ gulp ♡ … Fuhaa♡ Lord, Master♡ I swallowed it all♡”
“Okay. Please clean up.”
After packing her semen inside Li Baek, I activated my ability to clean and fell asleep.
White energy is wrapped around my body.
At first, the energy, which was wrapped in a visible size, gradually faded and spread lightly over the surface of the skin as if it had become one with my body itself.
Achievements from practicing id.
My body and energy moved much more coordinated than before, and it literally changed as if it were one.
Even if you don’t completely assimilate the flow like id, this alone is quite useful.
The level of supernatural power has risen tremendously.
I touched the punching bag gently and jabbed it.
Kwaaaaang!!
Fortunately, the punching bag survived without being blown away by my fist.
This is not only because of the weight of the 5m size sandbag in front of you, but also because its roots are deeply embedded into the ground dozens of meters underground.
“Good.”
Hold the jab straight too.
It wasn’t a jab or a straight line, but he also held on to his well-knitted fists.
After confirming that he was able to withstand even the kick, I nodded my head in satisfaction.
“Good.”
“At las!”
“Wow! Finished! It’s over, kids!”
“I can finally go home!!”
I thought as I looked at the punching bag in front of me.
If I break this, my powers will surely become stronger.
‘But will it be eaten by Miss Korea?’
Miss Korea.
She, who had a soft, feminine body, felt helpless as she knocked on the iron wall that was several tens of meters thick, unlike her seemingly soft body.
Each of the opponent’s attacks are strong enough to pierce me, while the attacks of this side are not affected.
I also felt that way when Miss Korea fought while injured.
What will happen when Miss Korea recovers?
Miss Korea was injured, so a hand-to-hand fight was possible…
I once asked Flora about him.
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Flora is the person who knows best the situation in America, neither the Armstrong family nor the other two supervillains, nor the fighting prowess of international heroes.
So, when I asked Flora to compare Miss Korea with me now, Flora said this.
“Seonggi, you and Miss Korea? Mmm.”
After thinking for a moment, Flora thought about measuring this and that, and then he said.
“Miss Korea is three to four levels stronger.”
“… I didn’t feel that way when we fought before.”
“That’s right, Miss Korea mainly engages in hand-to-hand combat, but at that time, her legs and back were injured. My strength must have been broken.”
Next, I asked the difference between Miss Korea and the supervillains of the black land.
“Level 1 is ambiguous.”
Said that first
“Level 1, you can play with your genitals like toys. Because you have the conditions.”
“Condition?”
“It is an attack condition. Miss Korea doesn’t meet the conditions, so even if you wake up from death, you can’t beat level 1.”
I got it, I nodded and answered the next question.
Carnival carnival.
“If it comes to simple power, Carnival is the strongest in the world. Even Armstrong couldn’t beat Carnival one-on-one?”
“Is it that strong?”
“It’s like Miss Korea. A style that reached the top only with overwhelming physical ability. However, it is really different from Miss Korea, which only has physical abilities.”
Physical ability superior to Miss Korea.
A regenerative ability close to resurrection, slightly less than that of a starfish.
Even if you stay awake for about 30 days, you will be fine, and your physical and mental strength will not be exhausted.
And the ability to support it all, the cannibal feast.
“What ability is it?”
“Make a mouth.”
“What?”
“It’s just literal. Make a mouth all over the body. That’s it.”
That’s all.
“If that mouth were to eat Miss Korea’s body like pudding, would that make a difference?”
It is truly a monster.
“There is only one reason why Miss Korea can survive even if it keeps bumping into carnival carnival.”
“What?”
“Because she is a woman.”
“What?”
“Carnival doesn’t kill women. She can’t touch her because she thinks of her wife and her daughter.”
Right.
Listening to it, Carnival Carnival seems to be a pretty decent guy.
Lastly, the most important person.
The guy who needs to be beaten.
Armstrong family.
“If Armstrong goes all out, she’ll have half the odds against the International Hero Union alone.”
I could tell from that one word.
“The world’s strongest ability is the carnival, but the world’s strongest force is the Armstrong family.”
That you really have to work hard and become strong.
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“Whoa!”
How thoughtlessly she had only swung her fist.
In front of me was the remains of a brutally smashed punching bag.
“How long did it take?”
A researcher specializing in abilities, who had been left alone to film and analyze me, displayed the screen on the screen and continued his explanation.
“The total amount of energy use I requested was 10, but unfortunately I jumped between 50, 100, and more.”
I asked how long he hit the punching bag, but why is he talking nonsense?
I heard it in silence.
“Right.”
“But since you kept it between 5 and 20 most of the time, I think you’ve got some energy control going.”
“Oh, nice.”
“Yes. I thought it would take more than half a year, but I was surprised that it only took a week.”
The researcher who handed over the data mixes various terms that I don’t understand and talks about things that only he knows.
“Hey, I gave you the materials to study for sure.”
“I didn’t do it because I thought I didn’t have to know.”
“Ah yes. … Anyway, I set the error range to 3, and collected and compared the hitting information consisting of the amount of energy and momentum within the range. Please look at the graph.”
There were times when the graph suddenly jumped up or down, but overall it was slowly going up.
“As you can see, the amount of impact is gradually increasing compared to the same amount of momentum and energy. Here…”
Again, a boring time filled with incomprehensible data and explanations began.
I listened to it quietly, then checked the time when the alarm went off.
“For a moment.”
“Yes?”
“It’s time for today. I’ll listen to the explanation later.”
“Ah yes. All right.”
The researcher obediently turned off the screen, and I took off my sweatpants to take a shower.
Underneath the sweatsuit were all sorts of flimsy instruments for measuring, and those were wired under my skin.
I couldn’t remove this myself, so people clung to it and carefully removed it one by one.
After the removal, I went into the shower room, took a shower, and changed into the prepared clothes.
The people who were waiting in front of me after I changed and bowed politely.
“Then, Mr. Zainer.”
Greeted and shouted
“Good luck with your part-time job!”
“Thank you for your hard work!”
Alright, it’s time to go to work.
