Chapter 72 – Episode 72: Everyday Life 3
The three incarnations are finding their own paths and developing little by little, so I wanted to do something too.
That being said, I don’t know exactly what to do.
For now, collecting nightmare fragments is the fastest way.
The problem is that if you go around having nightmares to collect them, there will be a lot of victims.
A fragment of a nightmare is obtained by exacerbating a trauma that is so great that it changes a person’s personality or values.
To put it a little more bluntly, it’s something you get when you harass someone with early symptoms of psychosis and lead them to the end of psychosis.
Would you do something like that by grabbing a citizen who was walking down the street to become a little stronger?
Doesn’t it matter if the target is a criminal? I thought about it, but I can’t help it.
It is a world with laws and rules regarding constellations and incarnations.
If the Constellation shuns criminals in hopes of becoming stronger, how is this any different from human sacrifice?
That’s not what I think. I’m the kind of person who thinks killing people is easier than opening cans.
It is a basic idea in this world.
The reason why constellations are worshiped is ultimately for the sake of a comfortable life for humans.
However, if a human life is sacrificed for worship, isn’t it the end of the story?
For this reason, even if all sorts of art objects were offered to the Constellation, there were almost no sacrifices related to life.
Well, it’s probably because of these various restrictions that rare priests like Lee Ha-rin have high social status.
If you could offer anything to the Constellation, who would elaborately perform the sacrifice?
You have to keep your body tidy, stay away from evil, and follow the procedures on the altar that has been treated magically. When you reach the constellation, you will pay.
Anyway, in the midst of various restrictions, what I could do was revealed in an unexpected place.
“Can I do this?”
“Yes, shake the eggplant three times over the grains of wheat.”
It was a collaboration with a giant tree that does not wither.
“Take three steps, three times so that a leaf touches a grain of wheat. Repeat that three times and throw the eggplant… Into the field?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
The giant tree that does not belong to a category that has many incarnations under its command among constellations.
This is because, unlike me, I contract with two incarnations.
The first one is incarnations like Jung Ah-rin who receive the power of the druid and go to battle.
The second is the farmers who are blessed with the World Tree.
Even if there are constellations, incarnations, and alien monsters, people have to eat something.
As science and technology such as smartphones, TVs, and computers are at the same level as our world, farming is also done similarly.
With the help of magic or the help of constellations, it means to cultivate food in rice fields and fields.
The era of producing wheat and pork in a factory like a tyrant burning with fire is a distant future.
“Is this really enough?”
“Right, I’m asking because it’s difficult for me to send all of my alter egos. Wouldn’t it be easy for you?”
There are two kinds of blessings she can bestow upon her farmers.
It is a blessing for the farmers who have entered into an incarnation contract and a blessing for their fields.
Blessings on farmers can be done by clicking in the corner of the room, but blessings on rice fields seem different.
“Is it okay to remove so many twigs?”
“If it touches the ground and returns to nature, the world tree will grow as well, so it’s okay.”
A large twig in the studio drops a twig the size of a person’s forearm onto the floor of my room like stacking firewood.
The shape falls lightly, like dropping fallen leaves, but the size is no joke as dozens of items the size of the forearms fall.
Thanks to this, the room is filled with a refreshing scent as if it were in the forest.
“So, please take care of me?”
Hearing her request her, she remembered her spirit her that came to play in my room the other day.
Her eyes met, her mind was distracted for a moment, and then the spirit alter ego suddenly disappeared.
It must be difficult to bless the granary of the Eastern Continent with such a weak alter ego.
There are a lot of points to give away, and you can practice your alter ego, and you have the opportunity to travel around various places in the East Continent.
With no reason to decline, I accepted her request her without hesitation.
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A Constellation becomes the agent of another Constellation.
If you’re a proud Constellation or a member of the royal family in your previous life, you’ll never accept it.
But I have no reason for that. Specifically, I can earn points as much as Hwashin earns.
Why don’t you do this when your income doubles?
Points are copied.
‘I shouldn’t have done that.’
I was blinded by the point, and there was something I thought wrong.
One scale. I thought it would be the end if I went straight to the alter ego, received the guidance of the farm owner, and threw a tree branch.
They thought the points could be eaten as easily as cake.
“Come on, then this way!”
But the reality was completely different.
The Constellation directly blesses farmers’ festivals and ancestral rites for a good harvest.
Even if you put up a gut on a pig’s head in the countryside, it’s noisy
How many people would come if the real Constellation descended and bestowed visible blessings?
“Oh, it’s nice.”
“Gee, Kim’s sister. You’re talking nonsense to the Constellation, but you’re a bit quiet when you hit the sutra.”
“Eh? That fine young boy is the Constellation?”
“Yes. So shut your mouth and sleep with makgeolli.”
Dirt-stained women, probably from field work, gather in droves.
There are also a lot of black-haired guys with trays on their foreheads.
I heard that the reason women perm their hair is because it lasts a long time.
Maybe it’s because it’s a world where men and women are reversed, so farmer men have to shave their heads to do less hair maintenance.
Older men dressed up bring a lot of things like makgeolli, jeon, hair and meat.
The festival to pray for a good harvest had become a local party.
Shaking the branches of the world tree, avoiding the men who offer makgeolli, revealing their bronzed skin from field work.
The fluttering sleeves are a bit annoying-
The second I didn’t think of. That this is a world where men and women are reversed.
As a man, I was more like a shaman than a priest, and more like a saint than the pope.
What I mean is that the clothes are fluttering. There are ajummas whose philtrum is growing in fluttering costumes.
At least there was a young farmer who said that the profession was related to the Constellation, but it was not pleasant.
I would tolerate it if the beautiful women were looking at me, but it makes me feel bad because of the wrinkled women.
– Hey, this is your taste… Isn’t it?
– No, no. The men’s attire of World Tree managers?
An outerwear with wide sleeves like a hanbok scroll.
Gold embroidery was beautifully drawn on the pure white cloth like a vine wrapped around the waist.
It doesn’t look like a skirt or have any exposure, but it gives me a strong image of ‘feminine’.
The sound of swallowing saliva is also a curse or disrespect, and the sound of tapping on the back is heard loudly from behind.
“Oops, your eyes are tearing, you burn.”
“Geez, don’t show off as a single person and go to sleep beforehand. If you let them drink makgeolli, they’ll get into trouble.”
“What’s that down town? Didn’t you know that Uyen’s neighborhood was punished and stopped farming for a year?”
In the meantime, I heard an exciting story amidst the loud bullying of the men, so I almost fell into the field, but I finished the event safely.
Avoid the men who prepare the banquet table and hand over this and that,
Even the sly glances of some women and the chatter of the men who mistreated them.
‘As expected, there is nothing in the world that can be eaten raw.’
It wasn’t that I had a lot of trouble, but it was an event on a scale that made me think it was worth the points.
If you look at the number of twigs, it looks like a few times more.
It’s fortunate that when moving, you just have to cancel the clone and then recreate it.
I almost felt the feelings of a celebrity being abused by running several events a day.
Still, it was good to know a lot of interesting facts while wandering around the granary of the eastern continent.
Basic common sense of the world that cannot be known through Internet sites.
The eastern continent is large.
For this reason, there were cases where dialects in each region became almost like a foreign language.
Why does this large continent use a language that is 99% similar to Korean? The answer came out.
People in cities in the middle of the eastern continent read the character 阮 as a circle in standard language, but people in the southeastern part of the eastern continent read it as Nguyen.
There are areas that read Yen and areas that read Wan, and they are all different.
The languages of the countries belonging to Asia in the previous life existed here under the name of dialect.
Perhaps the western continent also uses English as a standard language, and Spanish or French as a dialect?
Thanks to that, I was able to taste a lot of traditional food made with local specialties, so I didn’t feel bad.
I enjoyed a variety of things, from the classic combination of pajeon makgeolli to grilled chicken and a sake-like drink.
The distinctive flavors, which were a little different from those sold in city restaurants, were alive and well.
“Hi, thank you for your hard work.”
A dark-skinned old woman approaches and bows her head.
Each neighborhood had a different consciousness, so it was enjoyable to watch, but there are many people who are worried that the Constellation was boring.
Watching the villagers light an altar built with firewood and dance around it.
It is also the reason why people similar to the head of the village secretly approach him.
Isn’t the Constellation who was watching it angry because only the old people got together and had a drinking party? And to worry
Maybe he’s worried because that constellation is a sophisticated handsome man who doesn’t go well with a rural festival that can be called a little messy.
‘Is this the taste of a giant tree that does not wither?’
If you think about it, it’s an event where all you have to do is throw branches from the world tree anyway, so why did they wear traditional costumes?
It’s also the fact that the appearance of the clone has changed a little under the influence of the elf’s unique magic that smells like a forest.
After all, isn’t this a girl who has lived alone for hundreds of years?
I might have had some naughty thoughts.
I had no intention of delving into such fine details.
Han Ye-ji gave a languid impression to her soft eyes of her,
Lee Ha-rin is tall and her shoulders are wide, giving her a dignified and dignified appearance.
Kim Ha-eun has a solid body, but her body is a bit smaller, so she prefers to be on the same level as herself.
‘Is the elf’s preference for a delicate body?’
The current figure is much thinner than Kim Ha-eun thinks.
