< 119. Shock and Terror (17) >
***
Ha Eun-seong is depressed these days.
There are several reasons.
First of all, there was no telling when I would be able to repay the 180,000 talent debt. I had no major complaints about my current life, but the uncertainty weighed on my heart and made me anxious.
And he was also worried about what would happen to him if the dragon he borrowed woke up. Would Minjun leave him as a free ghost? The agent seemed like a normal person in normal times, but when it came to talent and problems, he acted like a heartless money ghost.
Another factor that makes him gloomy is a shocking fact he recently learned. It has to do with a certain frying pan.
‘I’ve been brainwashed all this time!’
The happiness I felt from eating food from a frying pan was all a mental manipulation.
Ha Eun-seong felt a sense of bewilderment, fear, and despair at the same time.
There was also a great sense of unexpected loss.
‘Are you saying it was all fake?’
The joy and thrill I felt because of the frying pan were all a result of my powers controlling me and were a lie.
In fact, the dishes he had eaten at Cash’s until now had not been all that great.
No, to be more honest, it was just plain horrible.
Ha Eun-seong cried after experiencing the true power of Cash at the lunch meeting that resumed after the frying pan was retrieved. She really cried, not metaphorically. Ha Eun-seong still couldn’t understand. How on earth can scrambled eggs taste so spicy that it makes your nose itch?
Ha Eun-seong has been eating that kind of food until now.
The mischief that took place in his brain transformed it into an amazing dish.
‘It’s not even the water of Wonhyo Daesa’s skull…’
The sense of deprivation of suddenly falling back into the abyss of reality after tasting exquisite cuisine that surpassed the limits of one’s senses was greater than expected.
Cathy and Ha Eun Sung were already suffering from withdrawal symptoms from the frying pan. It seemed like they knew why people get addicted to drugs.
Ha Eun-seong thinks seriously. With empty eyes, he looks at the shelves in the supermarket.
‘What is happiness?’
It occurred to me that if you can make yourself feel happy through mental manipulation, then maybe living in that state forever wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
How nice it would be if we could erase all the pain, anxiety, depression and worry and live in a state of immersion in false happiness, even if it is just a false happiness.
At that moment, I was thinking that.
Someone caught his eye.
‘Why is it so annoying?’
He was now at the mart with Cathy. It was preparation for the next lunch meeting. Cathy was burning with enthusiasm, thinking that she would be able to stand on her own in the frying pan and serve a proper meal, and Ha Eun-seong felt fear, but did not dare to stop her. The two moved separately at the mart where they arrived.
But Ha Eun-seong’s senses kept capturing a certain man.
Even in a polymorphed state, the dragon’s keen senses do not completely die. Ha Eun-seong sensed something suspicious about him. The man was circling around Cash, looking away as if looking somewhere else.
“······!”
Ha Eun-seong quietly followed the man. She hid between the shelves and observed the other person through them. She saw the man moving in time with Cathy’s movements.
‘what?’
Then Cassie looked up. Did she notice?
No it wasn’t.
She looks around and approaches Ha Eun-seong beyond the display case. At that moment, the man turns his head to follow Cathy’s path. Ha Eun-seong hurriedly lowers his head to avoid eye contact. Then, he reaches out to the display case, grabs anything he can find, and pretends to examine the packaging.
“···Are you going to buy that?”
The voice of the approaching Cathy was full of doubt. Only then did Ha Eun-seong see what he had caught. He hurriedly put the Oak-yong nipple cream (350ml large capacity, 1+1 event product) back where it was and turned his head, but the man was already gone.
“Sister, did you notice anything strange?”
Cassie shakes her head.
“No? Why.”
“Let’s just walk.”
Ha Eun-seong moved with Cathy while pushing the cart. Then he explained what he saw. Cathy’s expression hardened.
“It might be nothing, but···.”
Cassie shook her head.
“No, that body is a dragon. I feel uneasy about just handing it over. I need to tell Minjun.”
The moment Cash took out her phone.
At that moment, his vision began to shake violently.
“······?!”
Gurrrrrr!
The ground shook violently.
“Whoa!”
“It’s an earthquake!”
The vibration was so strong that the display case collapsed and all the products spilled out. The field of vision shook up and down and left and right. Ha Eun-seong quickly grabbed the cash and moved to a place that seemed safe. Even while people were unable to move properly, he walked forward without hesitation with his dragon’s sense of balance and motor skills.
The earthquake that had been going on for a long time finally stopped. Only then did Ha Eun-seong put down the cash he was holding with both hands. Cries, sighs, and screams echoed among the people. Minor injuries appeared everywhere.
“What the hell is the weather bureau doing? There wasn’t anything like this in today’s forecast!”
Discontent erupted. Weather predictions include the disaster situation of the day, and major events such as earthquakes are naturally predicted and announced in advance. However, errors like this sometimes occur.
Complaints erupted here and there about the poor skills of Korean weather forecasters and the need to scout forecasters from other countries.
Ha Eun-seong realized that she couldn’t find any trace of the man. Cathy was looking down at her phone with a serious face.
“Sister, what’s wrong? Let’s go out first.”
After a moment of silence she said.
Staring at a message someone sent.
“The earthquake just now, I don’t think it was natural.”
“sure?”
Cash was looking at the automatically generated and sent message from the immigration office.
– (No press release) An earthquake occurred at 17:36 on X/X/2020, with the epicenter near Jagok-dong, Seoul. It is assumed to be a magical phenomenon. Agents in the area are requested to check for alien involvement in this incident and report it to the immigration office···.
Cassie’s eyes deepened.
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That was where Minjun was right now.
***
Minjun was quite embarrassed.
He looked at the scene before his eyes. Anga in Jagok-dong was adjacent to the green belt, and the land that had been covered with trees and grass just a moment ago was now covered in dust. As the dust settled, the sight that appeared was overwhelming.
It was as if a giant creature was writhing and pushing across the ground.
As if it had been a barren land without a single tree from the beginning, the bare plains continued in a fan shape.
‘Fortunately, it seems like no one was caught up in it and died.’
It was because the angle and direction were cleverly offset. They just opened their mouths and stared at the sight before their eyes. No one dared speak or approach.
‘This is a bit much. What did I do?’
I just blocked it.
To block the blade attack that was about to stab him, he lifted the orichalcon frying pan that his ex-wife had given him. He raised the side like a shield to protect his body. That was how he bought a little time to recite the spell. Still, since it was the material and it was made with Endellion’s technology, he thought it would be able to block at least one attack.
But this time it was too much.
Endellion, the things they make do have that kind of original quality to them, but···. It was the result of Dell’s persistence added to that.
Woof! Woof!
The sword that fell on the floor cries.
The host was nowhere to be seen. It had probably disintegrated into small pieces and scattered into the air.
No matter how excellent the ego sword is, it cannot move an inch unless there is someone to hold it.
The fight was Minjun’s victory. However, the way he achieved that victory was quite different from what was expected.
He calls out his ex-wife’s name.
‘Del···.’
Just a moment ago, when the sword and the frying pan collided, a loud noise as if the world was going to collapse rang out. At the same time, the ground shook like crazy. Minjun knew what this phenomenon was. The repulsive force that was originally directed at him was being sent to the ground like a lightning rod. Of course, he didn’t take any damage in the process.
The blade’s thrust could not have been that powerful. The frying pan returned the blow tens or hundreds of times. The attack made on Minjun was wrapped in a strange wave, amplified to the extreme, and bounced back. Without returning any repulsive force to the owner of the frying pan.
Minjun stared blankly down at the silver frying pan, repeating the same words for an inordinate number of times.
‘Dell, you’re always… too much.’
However, it cannot be denied that thanks to this, the work was completed easily.
And the manufacturer’s philosophy could also be clearly felt. The intention was to grind down anyone who touched this into molecules, leaving them without a single bone to be found, while the goal was to protect the owner without harming even a single hair.
“······.”
Minjun approaches the sword that has fallen to the ground. It was fortunate that the host was not a very powerful person. If he was a Tier 1 Weapon Master whose name was known, it would be hard to imagine how much stronger he would have become.
He put the silver fan away and took out the black one. He desperately avoided holding two types of fans in both hands at the same time, whether consciously or unconsciously. It would make him feel inferior.
He asked the ego frying pan.
‘How is it? Do you feel it?’
Minjun was surprised once again.
Because the chatty Ego Frying Pan showed the virtue of silence.
Instead of answering right away, he took his time, as if he was thinking carefully, and then came back with an answer.
=Umm, could you come a little closer?=
Minjun had no intention of holding the sword himself in case of an emergency.
Woof! Woof!
Meanwhile, Ego Sword was desperately resonating with his body as he watched the agent approaching him. He felt frustrated.
The opponent would have known his identity.
Choi Seon-ah predicted it like this.
So the chances of that agent grabbing his handle right away were very slim.
Black lamented. It was his limit, having a self as an object, not a living being. Will he be imprisoned and abandoned again? Will the dark years he spent in the evidence room of a police station in Mexico repeat here?
A feeling of terrible despair rose up in my mind.
Black advises.
‘By any chance… did Choi Seon-ah foresee this situation?’
The spirit of the Ego Sword is turned towards the past.
***
After concluding that he needed a prophet, Blade conducted various experiments by enticing various prophets.
But none of them met his standards. The moment they were brainwashed, their precognitive abilities became nearly useless, and when they looked into their memories, none of them had any particularly great abilities. It was an unsatisfactory result.
So, Blade didn’t make it public, but he made a list of people he thought were either precognitive or receiving help from precognitive people. He figured that there must be others who were hiding for various reasons.
When Blade was asked to eliminate Kwak Do-chul, he stepped forward because he suspected that Rep. Choi Pan-seok was that kind of person.
He was deeply interested in this Orc congressman. Analyzing his actions, he found that he was a man who had repeatedly done things that were difficult to choose without knowing the future in advance, and that was how he got to where he is now.
There were quite a few candidates around the world who met those conditions, and because of that, he was a member of the National Assembly who was pushed down the priority list, but I decided to take this opportunity to look back on his memories.
At that time, I was heading to the office after choosing a suitable host.
“······!”
An unexpected voice was heard from beyond the closed door.
“Come in. I’ve been waiting for you.”
The orc welcomed the assassin.
I wasn’t even alone.
The woman sitting next to him was Choi Seon-ah, the wife whom Kwak Do-chul had asked to be killed.
Blade cast an indifferent expression over the host’s face. Then he looked back and forth between the two.
“There’s no way the information could have leaked out. But you knew I was coming here.”
The head office does not disclose the personal information of the contractor to the client. Furthermore, it is not possible for the contractor to visit the client in person.
But if only I had foreseen all this.
“You are not the one with the gift of foresight.”
He turns his head and looks at his daughter sitting next to him.
I couldn’t find any other reason why I should accompany you to this place.
“Are you here?”
Choi Seon-ah nodded quietly.
“Instead of just shooting us down, listen to our story.”
Of course, I had no intention of killing anyone who was not judged to be a villain.
But instead of saying that, he asks back, beating around the bush.
“Why should I do that?”
Choi Seon-ah laughed.
“Because you want me to live. And this is the only way to save me. Even if you brainwash me, my foresight won’t work properly. We have to join hands.”
Blade stared at the face of the woman who spoke like that.
A pale, pale face. Even the contractor knew that his health was so poor that he spent half the year in the hospital.
On the outside, he was known only as a weakling…
Blade shared the host’s senses, which were almost superhuman. A strange scent emanated from her body.
“Is it an addiction?”
She nodded and said.
“If things continue like this, I’m not destined to last more than a year.”
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