“Antlers is a real funny punk, ain’t he. You don’t think so? Tae-yeop hyung, huh? I’m askin’ you right now, don’t you think so?”
“Eh? Y-yes…”
“Why you getting all formal again? How many years younger am I—just talk casual.”
‘Not casual at all. Not even a little…’
“R-right. Uh-huh. Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah. Casual. Got it?”
A 24-year-old junior giving a friendly pat on the shoulder, and a 31-year-old elder bowing politely in return.
“See? Much nicer when we keep it loose,” Hwanghon chuckled big and easy. Lee Tae-yeop swallowed down bitter tears.
‘What sin did I commit to deserve this…’
If you’re that mad, Babel, couldn’t we work it out with words? Instead of shoving people into a living hell like this…
Eldest son of two sons and one daughter, with a civil-servant father and a homemaker mother. Completed his military service in the army, entered the Silver Lion guild through the leadership recruitment track after four tries.
A tank who walked the average life of a Korean ranker in a straight line—that was Lee Tae-yeop.
On weekdays he commuted in a car that still had installments left; on holidays he tore into fried chicken while watching football… A plain guy whose dream…