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The moment he opened the basement door, Minjun saw an awkward scene.
An alien priest sitting on the cold floor. He is meditating with his legs crossed. He may be praying. This is a common sight.
But has there ever been a priest who prayed with the TV on?
Why on earth did they have to put on a show about orc mating? And it’s notorious for its violence and sexual content.
‘What is it? Extreme training?’
It seemed like he was training his mind to overcome any temptation or distraction, like an archer practicing his archery in front of a packed baseball stadium.
The judge named Yumtus was so in a trance that he didn’t even notice Minjun coming in. He checked to see if he was in an out-of-body state, but fortunately, his soul was still inside his body.
Exactly!
When he snapped his fingers, the air density changed. This was because he wasn’t just making a sound. Yumtus opened his eyes, feeling his concentration naturally break. Then, when he found Minjun, he trembled and pulled himself up.
Minjun asked, pointing to the screen.
“Does that help (with training)?”
=Yes! Of course. I can’t understand the language… but everyone is so diligent. When I look at it, it brings back old memories. I started praying without realizing it because I was so proud. I thought I should go back to the beginning.=
It was a confession that was both a question and an answer, and an extraordinary one.
On the screen, a group of men were fighting over a beautiful orc. Oh, and she looked like the woman who had just broken a marble table and was swinging it around among the participating warriors.
Did people live like that in the past?
‘He was no ordinary guy.’
Minjun decided not to wonder about anything anymore.
Minjun buries Yumtus’ past and tells him the reason he came down.
The high priest of Elahu-Praga awakens the power of nightmare. The ability to go to the sleeping places of the primordial race and collect talents while coloring their dreams with horror. Minjun demands that the power be used here and now, on himself. It is an attempt at a kind of sleep hypnosis.
=Of course you can.=
“Then let’s do it right away.”
Since Yumtus wasn’t in a state of divine power overload like the Patriarch, it seemed better to try it while asleep.
Minjun started a fire to sterilize the slime bed that Ha Eunseong had been using. The scale marks were clear, indicating that he had been in a state of fusion with it while staying here. After finishing his preparations, he lay down.
=Okay, let’s begin.=
The moment the light came from the judge’s hand, Minjun found himself in a swamp of drowsiness.
***
“Sister, I’m here.”
“Are you here? Sit down and wait a moment. I’m almost done with what I’m doing.”
A few days after returning to Germany, Ha Eun-seong received an invitation from Cathy. It was an offer that he could not refuse, to have lunch or something simple together. He was already suffering from withdrawal symptoms after his stay abroad.
Ha Eun-seong became happy as she smelled the fragrance that filled the kitchen. As expected, Cathy was cooking while holding the blessing of humanity.
“What’s all that in the hallway?”
He was referring to a large pile of papers. Most of them appeared to be unopened envelopes.
The landlord frowned and answered.
“I’m going to throw it all away. It’s overseas mail, so it’s a hassle to return it.”
The visit to the Sea Dragon’s Lair in Germany led to an unexpected turn of events. The Daphni tribe, the dragon’s subordinates, began sending letters to the beautiful woman who could live on both land and water after that day. They somehow knew her address, but they kept sending her letters without a reply, and Cassie was going crazy these days.
The content was almost identical, as if copied, ending with a sentence like, “I want to be your guardian angel.” When Cassie looked it up on Wikipedia, she was horrified to find out that it was a marriage proposal.
Ha Eun-seong was also flustered as he listened to her lament. ‘No… Even if I say that I’m in love with her. But is that… that… possible?’ Of course, he didn’t say the question out loud. He thought that Cathy would get angry.
“Okay, let’s finish it.”
The first plate was a sirloin dish seasoned with mandarin sauce. With one bite, Ha Eun-seong forgot all the worries that had been plaguing her mind lately.
Cathy, who had raised his happiness index, returned to the fire instead of sitting next to him. Then she started frying a large grouper that she had prepared in advance. She, who does not eat fish, prepared it only for the guests. The savory sound of boiling oil resonated like music. Today’s theme must be Chinese food.
‘Wow, that big fish went in whole.’
Eunseong Ha, who was watching the cooking, suddenly had a question.
‘But was that frying pan originally that big?’
Then Cassie turned her back and said something, and the thought was immediately erased from my mind.
“Can I ask you something? About Germany.”
The only person invited today is Ha Eun-seong. The only other person who can answer is the one who has been cooped up at home these days and has not come out at all. It seems like he has completely forgotten to seal the frying pan, and thanks to that, Cash is using it well, but I can’t help but be worried.
“What the hell happened while I was in the sea at Bremenhafen?”
As far as she knew, the goal of this mission was to secure Joachim’s safety, but the priest did not accompany her on her return trip. But that did not mean the mission was a failure.
I asked Minjun, but he kept his mouth shut, saying he would tell me later, and Ha Eunseong, who had complicated feelings because she thought of the murderer, also avoided mentioning it.
“Oh, that’s right···.”
Ha Eun-seong didn’t have the confidence to explain exactly what she saw and heard there, and she also knew that she shouldn’t do that, because Min-jun had emphasized keeping things secret.
To be honest, I didn’t understand the entire conversation between the priests and Minjun. However, I definitely understood the word ‘committee’. It’s an organization that’s hard to not know about even if you’re not interested in the world outside of Earth.
That’s why he was confused. No, isn’t that person clearly an agent hired by Korea? Then why is it said that he works for aliens?
Ha Eun-seong’s shock did not stop there. What kind of harmony was this? The judges who had been fighting fiercely suddenly began to worship Min-jun like a god.
‘I didn’t think he was an ordinary person, but…’
Come to think of it, I know absolutely nothing about Minjun’s background.
So I was more anxious.
Not only does he have ties to the alien alliance, but he is also a terrifying person who can instantly turn priests who were fighting fiercely just a moment ago into his followers… and the reality is that he is being treated like a slave.
Ha Eun-seong answered questions with questions.
“Sister. Agent… you’re quite rich, aren’t you?”
Cash avoided giving a direct answer.
“Why do you ask that?”
“Is the secret, by any chance, that you have a variety of jobs besides being a contract worker? Like two jobs, three jobs.”
For example, I swallowed hard the words, “We work with the committee as our client.”
Moreover, the attitude of a 21st century civilized person naturally treating people like slaves was strange. The audacity to declare someone as private property regardless of race felt like the words and actions of someone who had been repeating the same thing for a long time.
But even if it were a place in modern Korea where such pre-modern acts take place…
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“You’re not by any chance working in the salt farm slave business as a side job or anything like that, are you?”
“Hey, Minjun, I hate that kind of thing.”
“······This is strange.”
Ha Eun-seong would never know, even if he lived and died, that he was actually engaged in the livestock industry, not slavery.
Ha Eun-seong, who had changed the subject, was harassed by Cathy’s urging. Eventually, he could not bear it any longer and told a fictionalized version of the story.
“What? So… the priest that Minjun was after ended up dying at the scene? And the patriarch’s body wasn’t found either?”
Minjun asked her to share only enough of the story to be known to the world, saying that if she knew too much, she would be in danger. Although he didn’t know where the threat came from.
Cathy tilted her head as she recounted the story.
“It’s a bit strange. A high-ranking priest like that would die with just his arm cut off? From excessive bleeding?”
Her common sense dictated that the wound should heal immediately, even if regeneration or reattachment was impossible.
at that time.
=Maybe I lost my faith.=
The frying pan she was holding entered into the conversation.
“What does that mean?”
Knowing that she had begun a conversation with the blessings of humanity, Ha Eun-seong focused on the food again. Thinking that the government should distribute one of those treasures to each household.
=I don’t know what happened in Germany, but the belief in divine beings was shaken or made unstable. Poor child. There are many cases of priests losing their divine power because of that.=
Cash said, as if she was surprised.
“Really? I didn’t convert or insult any gods… but just by changing my mind, my ability disappeared?”
= It is the singularity of divine power. It is also the basis for the claim that the power is not the grace of God. Scholars who think so believe that the secret of divine power is not in God but in the brain. Thinking determines power, which means that the brain determines it. =
“Haven’t we talked about something similar before?”
=Yes. For example, in humans, do you remember the story that religious thoughts are related to the brain area that controls pleasure responses? The school says that the emotions stimulated at that time affect divine power. If you are interested in this topic, I recommend a book. Read ‘Faith and Divinity: A Neuroscience-Based Approach to Emotional Power’ by Nyorsh O’Mara, a religious scholar and biologist from dimension #91-565. The content is quite thorough, but I don’t know if it has been translated to Earth. In any case, they claim that the moment you lose your faith, a corresponding counteraction occurs in your brain. That is why you lose your divine power. =
Cassie tilts her head.
“But people don’t think religiously 24 hours a day. And you don’t lose your powers if you stop thinking about God.”
=The part they pay attention to is not when you don’t think about God, but the brain activity that appears the moment you stop believing in God. As a side note, I remember something I found interesting in that book. To use the example of humans again, when they feel disbelief, the anterior insula is activated on both sides. The process is said to be very similar to the reaction when feeling a certain emotion.=
“What is that feeling?=
The frying pan answered with a short word.
=Disgust.=
***
“So… is this the story about that poor woman who fell down right after Gwak Do-chul blew off her balls with a long sword?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The section chief who rushed to the scene sighed deeply as if he couldn’t believe it. Park Jeong-pal looked at him with a calm expression.
Ten minutes ago, detective Oak and the vigilantes witnessed the murder of a person under their protection right in front of them, and immediately responded with gunfire, attempting to subdue the perpetrator.
But there was no need for that.
The wife who had brutally murdered her husband fell to the ground in a picturesque, elegant pose. Immediately afterwards.
– Gyaaaaaaah!
A bone-chilling scream followed. Then a metallic crash.
The woman dropped the sword to the floor. Then, looking at the pool of blood and her husband’s body, she screamed like crazy. It was a strange scene, with her screaming in horror even though she had done it herself.
– Thud!
The woman fell down like a marionette whose strings had snapped. Jeong-pal, who ran over and handcuffed her, witnessed an even more bizarre situation.
“The bones in my arms and legs were completely shattered.
“I heard that story.”
“The skin on the outside turned purple and swollen. It looked like internal bleeding.”
Jeongpal points out one more thing.
“But the movements before he fell were not something that a normal person would be able to see. Except for the sword, it was worse than any Weapon Master I’ve ever seen···.”
The chief snickered. According to the documents, she was not a person with supernatural powers, but rather someone who was born with a weak body and frequented the hospital as if it were her home. The chief sneered, pointing out that part.
“You, you don’t want to get criticized for not doing your job properly, so you have to exaggerate a little bit to make it work.”
Kwak Do-chul died while being protected by Jeong Pal. The implication was that this was a tactic to overestimate the criminal and avoid criticism of his negligence.
Anyway, if you look at the black box and CCTV, it will all be revealed, so why are you nitpicking like that? If you get angry here, you plan to bring it up again. It’s an obvious problem.
But Jeongpal didn’t fall for that trick. If I rush in with that trashy author who’s spreading shit, it’ll only make my body dirty. It’s best to avoid shit.
I’m thinking that and not responding.
Woof!
The culprit was taken to the hospital under police surveillance, but the most important piece of evidence that needed to be collected first was still scattered.
The sword fell to the ground and made a sound.
Woof! Woof!
Of course, a good sword doesn’t resonate on its own.
That’s an ego sword.
“When on earth is the agent coming?”
It is more difficult than you might think to cleanly cut off a person’s neck. It is unknown whether she showed mysterious movements as Jeong Pal testified, but in any case, it was not an ordinary task for an ordinary woman to do such a thing.
That’s why they didn’t touch the sword. They didn’t want to know if it was cursed. For example, if the person who held it was going crazy and then self-destructing.
For that reason, I was waiting for the police contract agent to show up.
“Chief, you have just arrived.”
The wizard finally appeared on the scene, examined the sword, and said:
“······What the heck, you called me in the middle of the night just for this? I thought there was going to be a situation where someone would die right away. You guys are so scared.”
He grumbles and promises.
“It looks like it’s not a soul sealed thing, but a low-quality product with cheap artificial intelligence embedded in it. It doesn’t respond to spirit detection magic at all.”
“Then what about something like a curse?”
“No, that kind of thing. What about a curse? Not even a single basic support spell is cast.”
The manager nodded.
“So the reason that woman was so greedy wasn’t because of that knife.”
The forensic team then came to collect the evidence. The chief looked away from the police line and looked at the reporters competing for their stories. He frowned.
“Oh my, they’re swarming like a pack of dogs.”
It is not uncommon to hear gunshots and screams in a residential area in the middle of the night. It is not just because of that that so many people would gather, and it is clear that information has leaked out. Stories of famous celebrities dying.
The barely evolved scandal was in danger of burning out again with just a little spark, so the media must have been anxious when this incident broke out.
The manager scolded Jeong-pal.
“I pray that she’s under some terrible curse. To cover up the blunder of blowing the famous actor’s balls right in front of your eyes. Just take a whiff of the press. They’ll tear and chew and rip her to pieces.”
The chief is displeased with Jeong-pal, who is an orc and does not behave well. Instead of fighting back, Jeong-pal decides to chew on him. Then, the chief tries to say something again, but…
Phew!
“···uh?”
The chief said nothing more. The commotion beyond the police line also stopped for a moment.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the wizard who had appraised the Ego Sword. He looked down with a blank expression.
A sharp blade piercing through the abdomen.
Phagec!
The defensive amulet hidden inside his clothes seemed to have been pierced without a trace, sparks flying around the blade and pale flames flying. The wizard glared at it with wide eyes before he soon collapsed, spitting out blood.
“Ugh… euaaaah!”
A brief scream rang out among the reporters, but was soon drowned out by the sound of flashing lights. Each person captured the incident that had just unfolded clearly with their camera and eyes.
“Hey, you crazy… catch that kid!”
The forensic investigator pulled out the longsword with a clean movement and smiled faintly.
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