King Of Skills Chapter 2 Part2

"Alright everyone hurry up and prepare!! Monster wave will start soon! All the production cla.s.s people to evacuate and all combat cla.s.s people to their battle positions!!"
The voice wasn't very loud but it was enough to vibrate through the Base with heavy tone.

[Monster Wave: 10 Minutes]

Like a warning sign there was a red system window floating in the air. 

"We can win this battle!!"

On the rugged armour there were clear marks of war that could be seen through broken areas on the armour here and there. 

Channgg-----!!! (sfx)

The katana on his back flashed.
At that moment MuYeol's chest felt like blocked.
"Kang ChanSuk.......? (they are not related by blood: same last name (e.g Kang) doesn't mean that they are family)

Kang ChanSuk
Gladiator Lee GangHo's first disciple. 

However.......
He wasn't the person that MuYeol remembered to be. 
He was too young. 
Instead of his trademark mustache which is long both ways only clear pair of eyes  were seen. 
And........
A perfectly intact body.
The first person to die out of disciples of Gladiator Lee GangHo.
Definitely........
'He was the one to first make the 3rd Base.'
He was also there as well. 
"Half year....."
MuYeol's mind was spinning at a very fast rate (another way of saying that he was thinking at a very fast pace)
He died 15 years after he arrived in Seven Throne. 
'Is it a dream?'
It can't be.
This touch, This feeling.
This is not a dream.
'I have not died.........'

The G.o.d that forcefully brought us here, 
Lakshumu said this. 

[All of you have been chosen to receive the honour of being able to challenge the Throne. Only one race. The person that have reach the apex of the race will be able to rise to the Throne.]

[The one who rises to the Throne will be able to wish for any 'one' thing they want.]

[Becoming a G.o.d. Returning to homeland. Or the genocide of the future. Anything that you wish for.]

With the last word, Lakshumu lightly laughed and that laugh could never be forgotten from him in his mind. 
"Huuuuuuu........" (sfx. Breathing out)
It is a stage where only the strong can survive. 
One person that have reach the apex. 
It wasn't people that had the most amount of petroleum in the world, highest authority person in IT industry, it wasn't the leader of the biggest religion in the world or a celebrity that had the most fans and followers. 
It was a normal middle aged man in his 50s.

Lee GangHo.

'But was defeated.'
Without even MuYeol knowing his heart became uncomfortable and touched his chest. 
There was no wound on the chest that was penetrated before. 
'Really.......'
He couldn't believe but he could only believe this possibility 
MuYeol hardened his thoughts. 
'I came back.'
MuYeol looked at the sword in his hand. 
At that moment. 

A memory crashed into his head with great force when he was sighed. 
"Why.......?"
Why have he been revived just half year after start of Seven Throne. 
in a time where it is not even the beginning. 
It had to be........

Thump…... !! Thump……!! (sfx. Of heart sound)

At this moment his heart started to jump.
'Why is it?'

Thud--!!
Thud Thud --!!
Thud! Thud! Thud! -----!!!

'That's it, surely.'
MuYeol's face ignited. 
The head that was produced in his head transitioned into excitement. 
'From today everthing wrong that happened could be fixed starting from that day......'
Immediately,
Starting from that point. 
The coming 3 days. 
He came back in time to stop that horrific days that is to come. 
"It can be changed."
MuYeol's hand was shaking non-stop.
His nervousness changed into excitement. 
And his excitement changed into restlessness.
'Now I can fix.......'
Wrong decisions.
Regretful decisions and choices. 
A chance to change his fate once and for all.
'I won't rely on anyone.'
The hand that was holding the steel sword became sweaty. 
MuYeol said with his resolution. 

"I shall rise to the Throne."

(To be continued)