The One Who Can’t, The One Who Can.

At the moment when Kim Han was meeting the Tyrant in the world of consciousness.

The Rebound Legion members looked worriedly at Kim Han, who had suddenly collapsed ‘again.’

“Ah, come on. Hazel, shouldn’t we make some tonic for the boss? He falls over at the slightest thing.”

“……?”

As always, the one to break the awkward, uncomfortable silence was either Naruan or Arun.

It was a man’s voice, so this time it was Arun.

“Just how hard are you working at night? That’s why you end up like that, krahk…!!”

Arun tried to make a shameless, very ‘Arun-like’ dirty joke to Hazel, but he was shocked like someone hit by a dump truck, screamed, and was blasted all the way to the end of the hall, where he slammed into the wall.

“Froy! This time I was going to hit him!!”

“Are you crazy? If you hit him with ‘True Flame,’ you might kill him by mistake. I have to hit him with my fist so he can at least block it like that. If you want to hit him, leave out ‘True Flame’ and punch him like I do.”

While Froy and Naruan thought it was perfectly natural to hit Arun, Arun shouted after bouncing off the wall at the end of the hall and roughly brushing off the stone dust that had fallen on his head.

“Krahk! Froy! That hurts!”

“You blocked it, didn’t you?”

“Crazy! Doesn’t it hurt when you block? Let me hit you, and you try blocking it, huh?”

“No.”

“Ahhh! You’re so irritating!!”

Froy and Arun kept bickering after that, too.

Even Lee Hyo-ju, who would normally have told them to be quiet, didn’t say anything. The two were doing that to ease the tension.

Since bad things always happened whenever Kim Han collapsed, it was perhaps natural for them to be on edge.

Even Lee Hyo-ju herself was spreading her senses widely around her and activating the awakening technique ‘Gwaneum.’

“Yeong-ryeong.”

Hazel called for Mae Young-ryeong. Mae Young-ryeong, who had been treating Kim Han, nodded and reported Kim Han’s condition in a small voice.

The moment Mae Young-ryeong opened her mouth, Arun and Froy, who had been bickering as if they were about to settle it for good, also fell quiet and focused.

“Everything is normal. And I don’t feel that ominous sensation like before, either. If anything, I’d say he seems in a good mood. So I think everyone can rest comfortably.”

“Ah….”

“Phew….”

“Phew….”

Froy and Arun also let out secret sighs. The two of them had been worried and tense that much, and they nodded at each other. It was as if they had successfully coordinated their moves and stepped off a stage after a play.

“Everyone, please rest comfortably. Ah! But we still need to keep watch, so the first guard team is….”

As Lee Hyo-ju gave orders to the group, Hazel quietly looked at her partner.

Looking at Kim Han’s face, which seemed as if he were simply sleeping peacefully, Hazel’s chest filled with guilt toward him. Was her own lacking strength holding Kim Han back?

But—

“Partner?”

While Hazel was reflecting on her own shortcomings and feeling sorry, she felt some inexplicable, unpleasant sensation filling her head and looked at Kim Han.

Kim Han was still unconscious, and there was no change in his expression. Yet Hazel felt an extremely unpleasant, disgusting feeling, as if she had witnessed Kim Han fooling around with hundreds of women.

She knew and understood that Lee Hyo-ju, Mae Young-ryeong, and Naruan liked Kim Han. So why did she feel like this?

In this incomprehensible situation, she could only cast Kim Han’s face a resentful glance.

Just as Hazel had glared at Kim Han, Kim Han was being kissed by 471 witches inside his consciousness.

After a storm of a commotion passed, we suddenly realized that the screams coming from outside were no longer audible, and stepped out through the door.

A bizarre sight: Holy Hand grabbing Holy Hand’s leg and screaming at the top of his lungs for help.

“Pfft!”

Among the four heroes who burst out laughing at the bizarre scene, I grew awkward and scratched my cheek.

Noticing that we had come out, Holy Hand began cursing at the Tyrant, who was clinging to his foot and had the exact same appearance as him.

“You bastard! Aren’t you letting go of this? Why the hell are you embarrassing me by groveling with my face!! Turn back into that sword-pervert form over there! Hurry up!!”

“Waaah. I was wrong… sob, I did it. Waaah. P-please save me. Please.”

“But this bastard, why aren’t you turning back into the sword pervert already?”

“Waaah. Time… sob sob, time has to pass first…. Hiiik!! P-please save me. Waaah!!”

“Dammit! You half-baked imitation bastard! Where did trash like this even come from!! Ugh, I’m pissed! Kim Han.”

I flinched without meaning to at Holy Hand’s call, which carried a terrifying delinquent big-sister aura. There really wasn’t a single normal woman here.

“Go on, try it. It’s a punching bag.”

“Huh? Ah!”

Until now, I’d thought all that punching-bag talk was just a joke, but it was a punching bag in the literal sense. And not just any punching bag—a living, capable punching bag, the birth of an indestructible punching bag.

The Tyrant, wearing Holy Hand’s face, swallowed nervously, and I smiled slowly.

After that, it was a monotonous routine. The five heroes would explain and demonstrate, and based on that, I practiced. Against the Tyrant, who had transformed into Holy Hand.

The mental world is not a place where battles are fought with physical ability to begin with. The Tyrant, who was far more familiar and skilled at moving around here than I was, easily defended against my attacks.

But he was not so overwhelmingly strong that there was nothing to be done, like the five heroes.

It was like the difference between a marathon where the finish line can’t be seen and one where the finish line is visible.

Feeling as though the destination was in sight, I attacked with excitement for the first time in a while, and in the end I was able to succeed like this.

“Uwaaaaaaaaa!!”

“As expected. You learn fast.”

“Yeah. At this rate, does that mean we’re lacking as teachers?”

“You should’ve tried teaching someone at least once in your life.”

“Come to think of it….”

“……”

“More?”

“That would be better. You should at least get to the point where you can do it with your eyes closed.”

For the Tyrant on the receiving end, they tossed out truly cruel words one after another without any change in expression. I began to think the other heroes might not be wrong to call him the sword pervert.

“Yes.”

Well, it wasn’t me getting hurt.

The Tyrant, still wearing Holy Hand’s appearance, was shrinking his shoulders with a thoroughly frightened face. He even flinched if he just raised a hand to sweep back his hair.

If anyone saw him like this, who would call him the lord of the undead and the king of the land of death?

“Let’s hurry up. There’s too much to do.”

“Yes.”

“W-wait a sec!!”

“Oh? You’re coming at me again?”

The Tyrant shouted like he was thrashing wildly, stretching both arms out in front of him. Watching him, Holy Hand stepped forward smacking his lips, with a certain expectation in his eyes.

“No-no-no!! Why are you so hasty…!! I, I mean… right! We should have time to rest, shouldn’t we…!”

“Time to rest? Hmm…. No.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s no good because our Kim Han is busy.”

“What the hell is that!! No, w-well, fine! That commoner named Kim Han over there must want to rest too.”

“I don’t know whether he wants to rest, but anyway, no.”

“What kind of law is that!!”

“I don’t know about any such law, but if it’s no, then it’s no.”

“Grr!! Let us rest for just 10 minutes! Come on!!”

“I don’t know about 10 minutes, but if it’s no, then it’s no.”

For a long while after that, the Tyrant kept throwing a tantrum, and Holy Hand kept repeating, ‘I don’t care, no!’

‘Those 10 minutes must already be up.’

That’s right. While the two of them were bickering, the 10 minutes the Tyrant had mentioned had already passed. But both of them were serious.

When I blankly looked at the other heroes, they only shrugged.

“Stop it! You idiots!!”

Until Sword’s Cry finally shouted in exasperation, the two kept repeating ‘rest’ and ‘I don’t care, no!’ Only then did the training begin again.

When the scenery around me changed and my darkened vision brightened, I met dozens of eyes looking down at me. And then came the shout.

It was a scene that repeated every time I fainted and woke up.

“I’m fine.”

“Fine…. How?”

Before Hazel could even ask whether I was okay, I cut him off first.

Training inside the consciousness. In real time it was only half a day, but inside it had been months.

Training inside the consciousness had already made deduction and prediction in situations like this come as easily as breathing.

Moreover, the messages that started flying up the moment I woke, and the information the Tyrant—who had fulfilled his role as a sandbag—spat out while begging to be saved, made my blood run hot.

“I’m really fine. Let me sort things out first.”

I told the worried Hazel I was fine and checked each of the messages scrolling up through the air one by one.

‘What’s with the ellipsis……’

‘Are you mocking me? Even with an exclamation mark?’

By the time I had read that far in the messages, a die made of divine power was floating in midair, like a luck die used in a dice dance.

‘Hoh? Huh?!!’

“Dammit, this guy really!!”

“Partner?”

After seeing the messages, I unconsciously examined the die and couldn’t help but explode in anger.

I was startled enough that the members watching me worriedly from around me rushed over, but I had no time to care about that.

A twenty-sided die with twenty faces, glowing softly and mysteriously like a full moon.

It was a very undesirable die, with five ‘-2’ faces, six ‘-1’ faces, seven ‘0’ faces, one ‘1’ face, and one ‘2’ face.

‘Out of the twenty faces, five are ‘-2’, six are ‘-1’, seven are ‘0’, and eighteen of the faces….’

Wasn’t this basically a declaration of intent to make sure my luck fell? Had the Creator turned away from me now? To think it would casually pull something this insane.

“Damn it!”

“Partner?”

“Ah…. It’s nothing. The reward explanation was just a little absurd, that’s all, so it’s fine.”

‘I shouldn’t roll this one.’

“…What?”

In an instant, my anger shot all the way to the top of my head. This was too much, even for a joke. I wanted to pull out paperwork from the inventory and request a meeting, but I barely held myself back as my arm trembled. Because it wasn’t guaranteed to increase.

‘Damn!! Damn! Dammit!’

I swallowed down the irritation I couldn’t vent and glared at the die floating in the air, glowing softly like the moon.

I swore that if my luck dropped, I would absolutely not hold back, and rolled the die with trembling hands.

For the first time in a long while, I stared at the die as it slowly rolled and came to a stop, tense beyond belief.