Godless Birth

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I could see why the five floors were allowed to build a big ball for a while.

It was a hell of a constant conflict between his beliefs and desires and a test of himself.

For a sperm, it was dominated by shamans and non-tax workers who were reluctant, and there were many shameless books of blood religion and religion.

They were gathered to know about the enemy at first, but that’s how much loot was piled up during the countless wars with them.

But it’s just a piece of paint.

For someone who had mastered the art of sectarian shamanism all his life, those shamans were like the temptation of the Devil to fall into the abyss of despair.

I could shake the foundation of a lifetime of skilled artisans and fall into the mouth of a coin.

Even those who had only been trained in horticulture all their lives had to bear some side effects when they were trained in horticulture.

Because if you don’t, Margaery loses her personality a little bit, or becomes violent by living.

But there were exceptions.

They seemed to exist for me.

I was able to familiarize myself with and spread any kind of horseman without collision, so I quickly read the books and developed an understanding of Safána, the history of martial arts, and their athletics.

It varied from so-so to S-grade masons.

Then I learned something important.

Clues about dimensional shifts were mentioned everywhere as sculptures.

I even knew where to go to catch the clue.

‘Bridge · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

I thought about it for a while, but only for a short while, I read again and again to gain more knowledge and information.

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“The Shinigami?”

[You learned the ’Active’ Class S skill.]

[You learned the ‘Active’ Class S skill.]

I searched through the storerooms and looked again for a shaman to give to the dead.

It was better to tell a nobleman about a shaman than to tell a shaman about a shaman.

And I finally found it.

This shaman was perfect for a walker.

The assassin was a shaman, created four hundred years ago by the powerful work of Safa called the sword of hell. The ghost was also from Safa, and had a strong and defeated shameless disposition.

The same is true of this shaman.

I know for a fact.

The honeymoon had a very dark life, and the crude herbivores were strong enough to say that they were the pinnacle of defeat.

What happens when this shaman meets the talent of the dead?

This shaman, who needs to be disposed of, but unfortunately does not, will now shine a light in search of its owner.

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Jung, Sa, Sa, Mah, Necromancer, Necromancer, Medicine, Illustration, Witchcraft, Engineering, Poison, and all kinds of other miscellaneous skills and knowledge.

Are there any other UAVs in the river that are as versatile as I am?

I just laughed.

What if we break through to the sixth floor?

The basic qualifications of the so-called Munchkins are qualified.

All I needed to do was level up and experience.

With two days’ time remaining, I moved to the sixth floor, the last floor.

“Confirmed.”

I was able to enter the sixth floor at the same time as showing the letter and hand of the Jegal Church.

The sixth floor was just one bookshelf and a table so it wouldn’t fit into a large size.

Most of the books in the bookshelves used to be heavily blind, but they were dominated by anamfatha and Segas who disappeared from their bloodlines.

There was no legitimate successor, so no master could be found, and there were bureaucrats hiding their tracks in Kangho.

Most of the other books were written by the teachers of Kangho.

Then I stopped in a book.

‘Heavenly Gate · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Heard of it.

The Gate of Heaven was the gateway where there was a palace known to kill hundreds of people with one arrow.

They were a few, but even the pandemics of the war that everyone thought were over had excellent archery that turned them upside down. Three hundred years ago, Mahjo thought that the arch gate was the most disturbing to their coil, and began the apocalypse of the arch gate.

If the Gate of Heaven hadn’t killed so many martyrs in the beginning, their power would have been so strong that the Jeongma War would have ended with the victory of the Bridge.

Now, there was a burrito on the sixth floor of the storefront of those who had disappeared into history.

I thought of a ghost on the fifth floor.

In my view, Youngong was also a talented child, just like a homie. Because the skills I was working on were too poor for me.

However, when I saw Young-young these days, I didn’t seem to be as interested in becoming strong as others.

Maybe that interest changed because of me, but it was impossible to carry Won Young forever.

But all I had to do was pull out what was in my head, and there was no reason not to give it to me.

I’ve received some.

I just want you to learn for yourself.

At the point where I left the day, I finally read all the books in the Chronicles.

Tak!

I opened my base, covering the book in a cheerful manner.

Unfortunately, there were no performances.

If there were, the scan would have found it.

Huh?

At that moment, another subtle floor caught my eye.

Even a 102 level scan could barely tell the difference.

The amount of dust is subtly different.

In fact, it was an inconceivable difference, but instinctively I felt there was something there, and I approached it.

Tuk-tuk!

I tapped the floor.

I also tapped the other floor around me.

The sound was the same and no difference could be found.

But I laughed.

Without the knowledge I gained coming up to the sixth floor, I wouldn’t have found it, but I’m not anymore.

There were genuine laws and institutions installed in the outside, not on the floor.

The question was how to solve it.

But the answer was definitely here.

I searched every nook and cranny of the sixth floor because there was still a day left.

I looked at the most suspicious chairs, tables, bookshelves, and books painfully.

But even after half a day, I couldn’t find anything.

At a moment’s thought, I took out all the books and floated them into the air.

Only five books were worn out on the side.

Maybe those five books are the key.

I put the book back in place and pulled out five books in order.

Neither was this.

I changed the order and pulled it out again.

Ha, ha, ha.

I’m getting tired.

After reading a book for a week without slumbering, I left my physical strength and reached my mental limit.

Now there’s one last thing left in your head.

I pulled all the books together into the void.

Kugu, squeeze, glug, glug.

Tiny sound you wouldn’t hear if it wasn’t a scan.

I heard it in my ears.

It was only possible to move five books simultaneously at a time until it reached maturity in the picture. I solved it with immense internal air and skill, but I couldn’t have done it if I was just level 102.

Entering here requires a minimum qualification.

I rolled my feet to the ground as I watched it unfold.

As the floor opened, I ran inside.

because there wasn’t much time left.

The stairs going down were not so long as half a floor.

There were three books on one table.

It was neatly arranged as if to read in order.

What the hell is this?

I opened my first book right away.

“Ahh · · · · · · · ·! ”

Obviously.

This was a secret stash reserved only for Muslim monks.

The book I’m about to open was filled with profanity written by Muslim monks from all time.

They were disrespectful of their honour and their tears were being conveyed in the text.

You almost got me a coin mouth!

Is this the shaman you made me learn? Did you want to show off your future?

Are you sure you’re a free man?

This is a horseman! I’d like to erase the existence of you in the blindness of my heart. You’re not a windmill, you’re a windmill!

If it’s the eunuchs you left behind, you’re making a big mistake. I stopped the invasion of the bridge! But the foundation of my shamanism was shaken while trying to learn this shamanism! Are you calling this an umbrella?

I’m a better craftsman.

Except for the last article, it was filled with a really harsh insult.

After reading it, I knew the situation, so I picked up the next book and handed it over to him.

This was a bureaucracy created by a Muslim monk who had been called a windmill 800 years ago, and it seemed that no Muslim monk of any generation had learned it.

Sarak, Sarak.

It was hard to understand.

But I believed in the skill and kept reading it.

Tak!

‘Ahh · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

I covered the last chapter, but I didn’t hear any notifications that were always ringing.

To be honest, it didn’t make any sense at all.

It was so difficult that it couldn’t be cooked.

With the help of passive skills, who could have mastered this?

But you can’t give up treasure in front of your eyes.

I keep reading it over and over and over and over again, when I close the book for the tenth time, I finally get a beep.

[You learned the ’Active’ SS grade skill.]

For a moment, a calm wind enveloped my body, and I thought of what I could do.

To be able to influence nature by dealing with wind and clouds, this was not allowed to be unmanned in the first place. It was an area allowed to those beyond the scope.

[You have acquired the ‘Active’ SS grade skill.]

As I was about to take a step in the wind, my eyes shifted.

I started to see a stream of wind around me, and it was wrapping around my body giving me a choice.

Shall we settle down?

Do you want to be spiteful?

Follow the grain wherever you want.

I stooped to the brink with a whirlwind.

Wind is the law, the new law and the law of the law.

Most surprisingly, it constantly draws hot and cold air to form a protective shield similar to a self-propeller, creating barometric pressure.

[You have acquired the ‘Active’ SS grade skill.]

Are there many faces like the wind?

What about the clouds?

The Wind Rights were truly the best way to unite the workshop with a fierce attack and spill.

[You learned the ‘Active’ SS grade skill.]

A kind of serious wind angle was a terrifying attack that caused a strong shock wave while temporarily blowing up oxygen in the area.

“Puhahahahahaha.”

I just laughed.

What if I can’t find this place? What if I gave up learning?

He would have regretted hitting the ground.

It was the last one.

It’s not without a bureaucracy that the once-in-a-lifetime blind men learned by reading less profanity.

But I needed to read it first.

This was a prophecy left a thousand years ago by Kang-ho, a celestial journalist.

With such an important book, let’s take care of it properly. The book was scattered and even food was spread.

A great deal of blood cowardice will pile up, and his grumbling will touch the sky, and a thousand men will descend from heaven to put an end to the terror.

I kept thinking about it the whole time.

There’s been a lot of blood loss in the river.

Is it one of them? Is it going to happen?

I could not rule out the possibilities of the past, and the possibilities of the prophecy failing.

If you’re referring to me, you’re the bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty coward of all time.

It was strange.

Many heroes will gather beside him in obstacles.

The Celestial Intelligence didn’t predict exactly when and was just telling me that Kangho would be bloody scared to death.

I will give you the salutation you need.

Tak.

Tiring!

“What?”

The moment I covered the book, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the sound of it ringing.

Why the hell not?

I just read the prophecy.

[The ’Active of Heaven’ SS grade skill was created.]

The skill was a map that allowed the Celestial Person to go where the safe haven had been placed.

Damn it.

I checked the front of the book again.

This was right for me.

If it weren’t for me, who would know that this prophecy is a map?

I would also have been satisfied with what I had gained from the knowledge if it had not been generated by the skill.

Now, there wasn’t any food on the edge of the book due to negligence.

The food seemed to have spread, and they became a map together.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I came into this world.

I was caught up in an irresistible whirlpool of fate.

Anyway,

Let’s get out of here.

I’m sick of the smell of books.

Mujim Munjoo (1)