Chapter 256

〈 Chapter 258 〉 Chapter 252 – “The Ultimate Sh*t.”

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We’ve arrived at the Beastman Kingdom.

As I mentioned before, this place is quite an exclusive nation.

They don’t allow foreigners in, and if you do somehow get in, they’ll kick you out without mercy.

Proven by those assholes trying to chase us away.

But right in front of me is a Dog Beastman.

Skinny as a twig, dressed in ragged clothes.

With unkempt brown hair like a stray dog.

But it was definitely a human, an outsider.

[Don’t you see? It looks like he has a tail.］

‘Oh, right.’

He was a Dog Beastman who was still unconscious and groaning.

I slowly approached him, flipped him over with my foot, and grabbed his tail.

“Tail. Let’s see the tail. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Ugh…”

[Hey, just wait a second! No Pompompom!］

‘It’s fine. If that happens, the one writing will get the karma.’

­ Already stitched up his head, damn idiot.

Ignoring the desperate shout of Peace.

As I yanked on the tail with all my might.

­ Tuk.

The tail slipped away weakly from his waist.

Thank god there wasn’t any Pompompom sound.

“Ha…damn.”

“Y-you’re alive.”

A sigh mixed with annoyance and relief slipped through my lips.

Elcia seemed to be watching and muttered something about being glad.

But the human we encountered was half-conscious.

Hyeji and Ayeon were still dazed.

“…Husband? What should we do with that human?”

“Let him enjoy it. He’s having a nice dream.”

Elcia and I decided to take a short break.

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“…This is bullshit.”

“…It was a mess.”

As soon as Hyeji and Ayeon regained their senses, they burst out cursing.

With gloomy faces, they began to express their anger.

“I will definitely take revenge on this matter.”

“War.”

“……Hey, Hyeji? If you go ahead, it really will be war.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be a bad approach.

But we shouldn’t do it right now.

We haven’t even met Caressy yet.

However, it looked like Hyeji wasn’t thinking that way.

She stood up strongly and shouted.

“Never Again War!!!”

“Lady Hyeji wants a war with the furries!”

“Husband! From now on, it’s a crusade (？)！”

“……Damn.”

[Looks like the translator is Bing. Indeed, Bing is the truth of search engines!］

‘Did you get vaccinated, you idiot?’

It was hard enough with just Hyeji and Ayeon, and now Elcia joined in.

As I barely calmed the rampaging heroines, they began to look around.

Then they all chimed in with their remarks.

“These days, the figure craze is the hookers? Finally, the era of the Great Demon has come.”

“Ugh. I knew there would be a nasty smell.”

“Damn!!! Why does the figure have breasts!!!”

“……Then where should the breasts be?”

At that moment.

“You, what are you all?!”

“Huh? You’re awake?”

The fallen man opened his eyes.

Seeing the man who still hadn’t figured out the situation, I spoke up.

“Clean up and live, you damn otaku.”

“Ah, you’re an otaku too.”

[What the hell, how can you recognize each other!］

‘It’s how kin recognize each other.’

The man nodded, crossing his arms.

Then he raised his voice again.

“Why do you have that bracelet?!”

“I told you I got it from Uncle Kanghyuk, you idiot.”

“Shut up! Do you think that guy would show kindness to anyone else?!”

Reflecting on his words, I thought about Uncle Kanghyuk for a moment.

Then I immediately spoke.

“That can’t be true. Uncle Kanghyuk is just an idiot.”

“…To know that much… he really did give it to you.”

“He lives next door to my house, that bastard.”

“……Sounds tough.”

The man gave me a sympathetic look.

Looks like he felt a certain kinship.

As he let out a big sigh, I spoke to him again.

“So, are you the creator of this?”

“Yeah, but… why are you speaking informally?”

“I don’t listen to the words of someone weaker than me.”

The man squinted and tilted his head.

“Could this guy be Ryu Kanghyuk’s son? He talks like an idiot.”

“Apologize, you bastard. I’ll really kill you.”

“…Sorry. That was excessive.”

“Be careful.”

Just as the man kept apologizing.

Elcia, who was rummaging through the fridge, screamed.

“There’s nothing in the fridge! Are we going to starve to death like this?!”

“……What?”

The news hit us like a thunderbolt.

We hadn’t eaten anything since arriving at the Beastman Kingdom.

Furthermore, the money we had wouldn’t work in this situation.

Our only hope was this inadequate human, but that was tough as well.

“Does this kid not serve food to guests? Are you Swedish or something?”

“No! I’m Korean! I even have the name Choi Hansol right here!”

“But why is there no food?”

Unexpectedly, I learned that the man’s name was Choi Hansol.

But the lack of food was a more pressing issue, separate from that.

As I glared sharply, Hansol averted his gaze and quietly revealed the truth.

“……I’ve been on a forced diet since buying figures.”

“What idiot would stake his life on plastic scraps?”

[The one starving while barely reaching the ceiling with data shreds has a lot to say.］

‘Shut up. This is “life.”‘

Meanwhile, the heroines made faces like they’d seen something unpleasant.

And each started pulling out figures from the display case to play with.

“Shinwoo, I’m gonna modify this figure a bit. The chest has been bothering me since earlier.”

“Can’t we just sell this since we can’t eat it?”

“I was once known as the Goddess of Painting. Witness my blood art!”

“Don’t touch another man’s wife!!!”

Hansol quickly snatched the figures from the heroines and carefully put them back in the display case, locking it up.

The heroines grumbled, bored, and began playing among themselves in a corner.

I looked at Hansol with a look of disappointment and said.

“Your wife, damn. Do you feel love for plastic?”

“You, who’ve never played dating sims, how can you talk about love? And this is the manifestation of my love.”

“What’s so special about it without any features to be so attached to?”

Then Hansol gave me a fierce glare.

“This guy’s a performance nerd. You only care about specs without love?”

“I’m captivated by the overwhelming specs. That feeling is love.”

“So you once bought a performance character by hitting the ceiling?”

“This damn bastard is serious.”

[At least respect other otakus!!!!!!］

‘But what I’m doing is right, and that jerk’s is wrong!’

[You’re both at the bottom of the human barrel, what are you arguing about!!!!!］

‘If I’m gonna be an idiot, I’d rather be a winning idiot!’

It was truly a pathetic sight of two otakus.

In a silent standoff, glaring at each other.

Hansol eventually spoke.

“For now… it can’t be helped. That bracelet is a bound item, so only the wearer can possess it.”

“Of course it’s mine. Don’t even think about it.”

“…This guy is really pissing me off on the first meeting.”

Hansol gritted his teeth.

But it seemed like he was well-trained for not retaliating.

Just then, a thought struck me.

“So who were you gonna give it to originally?”

“I was originally going to offer it as a bribe to Cheonma, but he said he didn’t need it. Saying, ‘The Martial Artist only speaks with his fists.'”

“That old man is quite the weirdo. It’s a miracle he hasn’t kicked the bucket.”

“…Cheonma knows?…Anyway, I was thinking of selling it used later.”

Following that, Hansol started swinging his fists around in frustration.

“That bastard Ryu Kanghyuk stole it!!!”

“You messed up there.”

“What did I do wrong!!!”

This time, Hansol’s furious glare turned toward me.

“You didn’t show off how precious it was in front of that idiot?”

“……You’re right, damn. I was the problem.”

Hearing what I said, he quickly understood.

“Why would I take it when I can’t condense my magical power above a certain level?!…Wait a minute?”

“What is it?”

Hansol looked like he had an epiphany and moved closer.

“You can condense magical power, can’t you?”

“Yeah. It hurts a lot when wearing this.”

“Then could you show me how to condense magical power using the bracelet?”

Since I still had enough magical power for two uses of the Cheonma Repulsor, it wouldn’t be hard to show.

I started condensing one use of magical power into a single point on my palm, and after a long wait, I showed it to Hansol.

I was curious what he’d say.

However, Hansol said.

“You’re not supposed to use it like that.”

“Huh?”

He said something I hadn’t expected at all.

It was almost like advice.

As I made a confused face, Hansol began to speak calmly.

“Try condensing it only on the bracelet, not your palm.”

Following his instructions, I condensed the magical power onto the bracelet itself.

As a result, unlike when I condensed it on my palm, a small mass of condensed magical power quickly formed around the bracelet and began to rotate around it.

Like a planet orbiting around the sun.

“What you were doing before was sending the magical power to the bracelet from your palm. That’s why it’s slow.”

“Damn, I’ve been doing it wrong all along.”

While still watching the slowly orbiting mass of condensed magical power, I suddenly got curious.

How to use this.

“Hey, how do I use this?”

“How would I know? You should figure it out yourself.”

I asked Hansol, but all I got back was a cold response.

Moreover, Hansol took it up a notch.

“I can assemble figures without a manual, so that makes you below me.”

“Damn you?”

I thought I could just stretch my arm like when firing the Cheonma Laser, but it didn’t seem to fly this time.

[You used to use it well, why can’t you this time?］

‘Shut up. I’m a bit pissed off right now.’

This was starting to annoy me.

“Hitting the ceiling doesn’t do anything. You can’t use it properly. That’s why you can’t get on the plate.”

“That’s enough. If you really don’t want to get in trouble.”

Hansol laughed at me heartily and finally.

“Urinal baby.”

“You’re dead.”

“What are you gonna do, idiot?”

That snapped the last thread of my patience.

A desire surged to shoot out the small mass of magical power.

As I stretched my arm toward the ceiling and yelled, the mass gathered at the bracelet responded.

“Like this, you idiot!!!!!!!!”

The mass orbiting the bracelet became a star that pierced the ceiling.

And as the ceiling broke apart, blue sky began to peek through.

Amid the toppling debris.

I stood at the center, whispering quietly.

“I…broke through the ceiling…”

Hitting and breaking through the blocked sky.

It was truly.

[Cheonma Punch!!!!］

‘I will…become Cheonma.’

It was the embodiment of Cheonma.

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