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I remembered one more thing. Before I lost my memory, I really liked hot baths.
Enjoy an outdoor hot spring with a barren wasteland in the background.
As soon as I soaked my feet in the hot spring water, which was too hot for an ordinary person to handle, a thrill of electricity went up to the top of my head. This hot yet cool feeling is the taste of an adult. There is a strong sulfur smell, but it is not unpleasant. As I soaked the entirety of my neck in the hot springs, I felt comfortable as if I was lying in a cradle. This feeling of being protected even though you are naked, the feeling as if the accumulated waste cannot withstand the heat and escapes, and the heat flows through the blood vessels and purifies the blood. The occasional cold breeze is also a great seasoning.
If it had just boiled eggs and sikhye, it would have been a complete success.
It was time to enjoy a hot bath.
[Daa.]
Dalbi has appeared. This guy used the hot spring bath like a swimming pool. I felt a little relief as I saw Dalby swimming with his tail twitching. I’m glad it appeared in the form of a deer.
“Is it a little hot?”
The water has definitely gotten hotter since Dalbi entered the bath. It even boils over. I am human, but my body is not human. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t stand it, so I kept quiet, but to others, it would definitely look like well-boiled human deer stew.
“uh… … .”
As I was looking at the boiling hot spring, I suddenly remembered someone’s voice.
“Gulshi?”
[The bath water is hot, girl!]
Soft, silly, cute, precious, probably my favorite.
“… “Who was it?”
It looks like something important will come to mind, or not.
I felt like the hot spring bath, which had been cool until just now, had become lukewarm.
* * *
The next target was a monster called Satan King. It is a lion monster and is called Isan Daeseong (移山大聖) because it has the supernatural power to move an entire mountain. Witochi said that he was the best among the demon kings in terms of his strength.
After taking a hot spring bath and regaining his strength, Hoyeon was hungry and ate three wild boars in one sitting. He is a guy who eats a lot of raw materials, so not only does he have no energy, but it was also the result of him trying to save face. After the binge was over, Hoyeon turned his head in embarrassment, but the guy’s tail was standing close. Now I can tell how he feels just by looking at his tail. The fluffy golden fur tail was wagging happily.
It was a time when Witochi was busy preparing a magic trick to reach the Giharyung Mountains, the residence of King Sata.
Ho-yeon, whose stomach had protruded so much that her jacket exploded after a binge, had already returned to its original shape. He spoke to me for the first time since he grew up. The voice and way of speaking also changed.
“Brother, before we know it, only King Sata, King Bungma, and King Uma are left.”
It’s my brother, I’m so excited.
It’s like the awkwardness of meeting a cousin on a holiday after a long time and suddenly using an honorific term.
“however?”
He frowned and answered. Hoyeon hesitated in his words. The drooping tail represented its mood. After hesitating for a while, Hoyeon closed his eyes tightly, tightened his eyebrows, and spoke.
“Brother, do you really plan to become the king of the demon world?”
“however?”
“Do you intend to become the king of the outcasts?”
“however?”
“Do you know what that means?”
“however?”
Hoyeon suddenly got up and got angry.
“Don’t play around… … !”
“I’m serious?”
I answered Hoyeon’s question indifferently. I know she wants to follow in her mother’s footsteps and become King of the Outcasts. However, that is no reason for me to give up my position as king. If that’s the only way to find memories, no matter how good you are, you can’t give up.
“My mother sacrificed herself for peace and harmony in the demon world.”
“I know, I told you.”
“The King of the Outcasts is not simply the lord of the people, the ruler of the land, or the vanguard of power. He benefits the monsters widely and takes pity on those who have been abandoned by heaven… … .”
“If you’re going to nag, stop.”
I realized that Ho-yeon’s misunderstanding was sinking his mind into a complicated quagmire. no. This isn’t that difficult. It’s not sad or tragic. All that matters is that I become king.
“But a true king… … .”
“conflict!”
“ancient?”
When I scolded him, Hoyeon shook his head in surprise. After interrupting him, I spoke clearly and firmly.
“I will be king, this will never change. No matter how hard you try!”
He continued to explain to Hoyeon, who was crying.
“The plan is simple. Just like now, I will kill the Demon King, unseal the Death Beast, and become king. Then you will follow in my footsteps.”
“Huh?”
Hoyeon, who was listening to the explanation, pricked up his ears in surprise. He asked me back to make sure what he heard was true, and I repeated what I said verbatim. Hoyeon tilted her head like a puppy, as if she didn’t understand.
“But he’s a king…” It’s not a place where you give up so easily… … .”
“Does not matter.”
The more I regained my fragmented memories, the more I realized that I had a much more important mission than I had thought before I lost my memories. It’s not the main character’s disease. There are two ways to explain why I keep feeling an absurd sense of obligation to save the universe. Either I’m suffering from mental illness or I’m really a hero saving the universe. Although the former is overwhelmingly likely, I firmly wanted to believe it was the latter.
“You just lie down and eat rice cake, you bastard.”
I poked Hoyeon on the cheek as he was worrying needlessly. Hoyeon’s cheeks turned red. I didn’t press hard. I nodded happily as I watched his golden eyes gradually fill with water.
“but… How hard was it to get these words out… “Huh, that’s too much.”
He cried and I was happy.
“haha. idiot.”
Hoyeon went back crying. He hid behind a rock the size of a house and swallowed his sadness. Every time Hoyeon cried, I was filled with strange joy. I tried hard to deny it, but this feeling is real. I was feeling sad that Ho-yeon didn’t cry recently. It’s not that I have a sadistic perversion. This is me ‘before I lost my memory’… Maybe it’s sadistic taste. It’s not my fault.
“It feels refreshing for some reason when that guy cries.”
Suddenly the word “Melissa” came to mind, but I thought about it.
* * *
The Giharyung Mountains are a mountain range steeped in the legend of King Sata.
The mountain ranges rising in a circle around Daeungcheonjijeon, the most sacred site in the demon world, appear at first glance to be a majestic natural castle wall, but in reality, King Satan tore up and moved the scattered mountains to protect the sacred site. The endless peaks were all created by one being.
While standing on the highest peak and looking around the majestic mountain range, I came across a peak that was particularly covered in clouds. It was the lowest of the many peaks, but there were a lot of clouds that did not stay even on the high peaks. Feeling strange, I headed there.
As I got closer, an acrid smell tormented my nose. It was only then that she realized that what she thought were clouds was smoke from her cigarette. This is the peak where it resides. The closer we got, the more evidence appeared. Huge liquor jars the size of houses were scattered across the river. Nearby, drunken dog monsters are crawling on the ground.
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[Tsk tsk. Since you have lost your will to fight, you have also lost your dignity, you idiots.]
Wetorch said.
It is said that they are Aseonggun, the vanguard of King Satan. They were originally the best hunters in the demon world, but now they are idiots who cannot survive without alcohol. Those who didn’t open their eyes even when I got close, and occasionally woke up, drank a lot of alcohol and then fell back to sleep. Since there was no need to kill them, I ignored them and climbed the mountain.
As the cigarette smoke became thicker, a gruesome scene was revealed. Of all the monsters I’ve seen, these were the most debauched. The sight of these monsters lying naked and drunk on alcohol and drugs was reminiscent of a terrible brothel.
I finally found the source of the cigarette smoke. He was a lion-man lying on a bed made of giant trees. Although he was huge, he was not intimidating at all. The lion’s mane had lost its luster, was dull, and was dirty with leftover bones and flesh tangled together. There was a strong smell nearby.
The lying lion was awake, but didn’t move even when he saw me. He inhales the huge gombangdae and exhales acrid smoke. I waited quietly for his response, but the only time he moved was when he was drinking or smoking.
“He’s a drunkard and an alcoholic demon lord. I’ll look at all kinds of bad guys. “Lion cub, what are you doing in front of the guy who came to kill you?”
It was only after I screamed that he responded in a thick, trembling voice.
[To give it to me… Are you here?]
This is the pronunciation of drunkard.
I sighed and drew my sword.
“Let’s fight quickly, I’m busy.”
[Fighting… … ? Real hit. I’m fighting.]
“what?”
This is a bit of an unexpected reaction.
[It’s annoying to even mix things up. Go. Or bring more alcohol. Oh no.]
I shrugged and put back the sword I had drawn.
Then, with my arms crossed, I listed the demon lords I had killed.
It is said that the seven demon kings are like brothers and sisters.
“… And the Demon King pulled out the vital energy and ate it. “Your second brother.”
King Sata, who was silently listening to my provocation, did not change his expression at all.
The guy only answered briefly in a voice that showed no interest in his brother’s death.
[I see. He is a sincere guy.]
“… “Is that all you have to say?”
[They were going to die anyway.]
“I will kill you all and become king.”
[okay? Try hard.]
He drew his sword again and ran. Still, the guy didn’t respond. He cut off the lion’s mane and pointed the knife at the exposed nape of his neck. If you swing it like this, you can easily take its head. I warned King Sata again, who did not resist.
“I will kill you.”
[Do you want to kill me? Then kill me.]
“This guy.”
While applying pressure to the hilt, I retrieved the sword leaving only a scratch on the nape of the guy’s neck.
It’s not refreshing, this kind of thing.
“Let’s fight, bastard.”
I kicked the guy in the chin and laid him down, then got on his forehead and stared into his eyes.
“I heard you created these Giharyung Mountains? Why has this diligent kid become an asshole now? Ha, I understand. It was a lie from the beginning. Don’t talk nonsense about being an old man who moved a mountain or something. You braggart lion. Even if you have such great power, you are a weakling compared to me. Just by looking at him, he looks corrupt and powerless.”
Crumble.
As it growled, a terrible breath came out.
As I stood at a distance, the limp guy got up and glared at me.
It seemed like he had the will to fight a little.
[Wait, you’re stronger than me?]
“Did you put something in your ear hole?”
[I can’t hear those words in vain. dare. In front of me. strength. I can’t believe you mentioned it.]
His pronunciation became more and more clear.
[It’s annoying, but… I will deal with you.]
In an instant, a person, or rather a monster, changed.
The moment his lion’s mane regained its shine.
A tremendous sense of intimidation arose.
I scratched my head as I looked at the guy who revealed his true feelings.
Did I make a mistake? That guy, maybe he’s stronger than the Demon Lord?
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