Chapter 155 – Chapter 155: Connection 1
Has anyone in this world ever handed a complaint as a reward?
A strange sentence that wouldn’t come out without a drink.
I try to get things out of my head that don’t even come up in cheap comedies.
‘As I live, it happens that I write a power of attorney as a reward.’
After a nuclear war, fight against radioactive mutations and become the last survivor.
It was brought to the flat earth that someone had made well and became a constellation.
Rather than changing races to dream horses and becoming friendly with elves and werewolves
It’s a reward, and it’s even more absurd to fill out a power of attorney as an attorney general.
Events you never imagined you would experience in your life.
I wrote a power of attorney to sue malicious comments and act as a complaint agent, and moved on.
The next thing you’ll meet after a test subject spouting bubbles in a barrel
My first incarnation, Han Ye-ji, who should have received a power of attorney as an attorney general.
Move your feet to the Shooting East, which is much less guarded than the Magic Building.
The smell of reagents slowly disappeared and the smell of gunpowder stung the tip of the nose.
A building with live ammunition shooting range, beam weapon shooting range, and shooting program experience center.
Science technology is about the same as the technology of the previous life.
Why is it maintaining the SF worldview level in some fields?
It’s a world where someone shoots a musket and someone shoots a laser rifle next to them.
A world where cowboys, martial artists, wizards and supernatural powers stand shoulder to shoulder.
Well, in a world where space battleships roam, it’s comfortable not to care about science and technology.
‘Come to think of it, didn’t they say they’d create a surveillance team to make sure they couldn’t escape?’
A criminal who might try to escape is now a test subject in a vat.
If this is the case, isn’t the reason why Han Ye-ji’s team is organizing a new surveillance team?
As if to support my thoughts, the eyes of Han Ye-ji, whom I met in the hallway, drooped.
“You’re here, Constellation.”
His sulky appearance makes him look like a puppy whose toy has been stolen.
Hey, it’s a situation where I’m burdened with playing and eating all the time, so I’m in a situation where I volunteered as a monitoring team.
Because the active monitoring team was deprived of work and became unemployed.
Wake up in the morning, do some exercise, shoot at the shooting range and go to sleep
Isn’t it like living the life of an unemployed man with a lot of money?
Even in the midst of this, the amount that burdens the petit bourgeois mind comes into the bank account.
The vicious cycle of seeing the huge amount accumulated in the bank account and feeling the burden continues.
Han Ye-ji, as the head of the household, worked part-time at a convenience store and lived on subsidies.
She seems to have an impatient mind that she has to work for the money she receives.
The money given to Hwashin at the academy comes with a bonus, such as cost of maintaining dignity.
I can’t help the obsession that I have to raise something by that amount.
It has been over 10 years since she was in elementary school until she turned 20.
What can I do because it is a mind created by most of her life experiences her.
“Are you going to the shooting range today?”
“Ah, yes! I was asked to test a new training program this time.”
She answers my question with a high-pitched smile.
She felt that she was less depressed than she thought though.
It must be because something happened.
I don’t know how to spend money, so I buy potato chips from convenience stores as a luxury item.
She showed a battered figure rolling around looking at the game lintel, but
His talent his for shooting and sniping is one of the best in the academy.
“They asked me for a favor because it’s a facility that develops pure shooting skills without talent or authority.”
Han Ye-ji’s talent is an extra hit, not a talent that helps with shooting.
Even so, I scored in the high 90s at the shooting range with only my skills.
I wonder if the academy will be a little interested.
Anyway, Han Ye-ji, who was asked to do something, chattered brightly.
Perhaps more appreciation money will come into the bank account in the name of testing.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have to say it.
Seeing that Ah-rin Jung and Goong-hee Nam are nowhere to be seen, is everyone torn apart for personal training?
I walk down the hallway listening to chatter about the shooting program.
Unlike the magic building, it is a building with few people walking around, so there is no one to run into.
Then they arrive at a familiar place and open the door to the training ground where the shooting program is located.
What greets me beyond the door is the smell of old paper and ink that fills my nose.
Sit at a tea table prepared separately and enjoy a cup of fragrant tea.
Literally, the smell was good, but the taste was not so much.
“I didn’t expect to meet an elf like this.”
When it comes to tea, it’s like Jeju honey bee tea or rapeseed tea that I received as a gift.
It’s all I’ve ever drank cold in a 500ml mineral water bottle.
It didn’t taste bad, so I drank it as it was.
“I never thought it would turn out this big.”
I don’t know if I brewed the expensive tea wrong or if it’s the tea I drink with the original scent.
Ignoring the woman talking in front of me, I drank the tea to the end.
Feeling the warmth from the tip of her tongue warming her stomach her.
“Then I have a favor to ask of you.”
A beauty with piercing eyes.
Should I say that arrogant face is the face of a villain?
It looks like you spray water on people’s faces in places like dramas.
A woman with her back sitting at her desk
She puts her elbow on her desk and turns her face toward me.
She puts her elbow on her desk, rests her chin on her her, and opens her mouth again.
Seeing her her confident appearance makes me want to do her favor her.
“My incarnation you took to the academy, give it back.”
“Um…”
But wanting to hear it and listening to it are two different things.
If you give it back, you can clearly see what will happen to the future.
“I don’t like it. No, I can’t.”
“Yeah, okay, what… ?”
The first thing that comes to mind is the appearance of the bodyguards.
I’m happy to hear that her brain is being pulled out, but I’m saddened that I’m not pulling it out.
The madman who went back after taking pictures of him submerged in the liquid in the barrel.
I’m a tyrant who burns with fire. I’m interested in the heart of the exiled snake.
What the bodyguards wanted was to directly destroy the incarnation, not the Constellation.
It’s annoying to deal with someone so sloppy that he’ll follow you all the way to the academy.
It wasn’t just one or two wizards clinging to it.
When the alchemists finish their research, even a corpse is fine…
No, the wizards who said they wanted to share and take any part of the corpse.
“Why?”
From the personal guard of the burning tyrant to the academy officials and people from the Magic Society.
If the captive incarnation was released for no reason, he would come rushing at it.
How can I explain it to so many people that I can’t even count?
Even so, it was annoying to roughly press and hold down with the authority of the Constellation.
“I don’t want to do something so hard…”
I feel sleepy because my stomach is hot.
Still, I feel like I have to give a full answer, so I barely open my mouth.
“I am determined to live comfortably, so why do I have to do such troublesome things?”
Warmth from the tip of the tongue into the stomach.
The warmth spreads all over the body like a stove.
Like falling asleep in the subway or bus
It’s a bit difficult to hold your head up.
I pat my cheek and try to stretch it, but
It was difficult to get out of the warmth that wrapped around my body.
If you are sleepy to save energy, go to sleep
Has the apocalyptic hibernation become too much of a habit?
“It’s a problem that can be solved by giving an order, so why bother?”
She jumps up from her desk and asks questions.
She did n’t understand, and a look of annoyance spread across her face her.
“Because it’s easier if you don’t give orders…”
She couldn’t understand it, but her complexion her turned red and blue.
That’s why she really looks like a drama villain actor.
Does getting some water in her face wake her up?
Then she took a deep breath and stood
Get out of your desk and come to my side to convince me.
“No, you’re a Constellation. What’s the point of bothering you? Just give an order?”
“I have to convince you-“
“So! There’s no reason to convince them. Why are you trying to explain to the lower ones one by one, each Constellation?”
I have a lot of thoughts in the voice that I hear in my ears.
A sticky woman’s hand stroking the back of my hand.
Tea, plates and refreshments set on the tea table.
The feeling of gently caring your back.
A thin fork that seemed to be less than an inch long.
The back of a white hand that came up defenselessly on the table.
“I’m begging you, command horse, aaaaa!”
“Oh, isn’t this?”
I can feel it getting caught in the bones on the back of my hand, perhaps because it’s a fork for picking up refreshments.
Ignore the blood on the tip of the fork, pull it out, and strike again.
This time, it was not the back of her hand that was crying, but the back of my hand her.
Among the mutants, there were those who sedated people with gas and ate them.
I’ve already experienced enough of the irony of hurting myself in order to survive.
The burning pain, like being burned, drove away the drowsiness that engulfed the whole body.
“Crazy, crazy bastard, fuck!”
Crying while holding the back of her hand her, she gritted her teeth and lunged at me.
The teapot, held in bloody hands and sloppily swung, aims for my head.
At least, it was a slow pace, as if the strength was lost from that much pain.
He lowered his head to avoid it, then rushed in and stretched out both hands.
In a bare-handed fight like this, it’s easiest to aim for the eyes,
He raised his index and middle fingers and scratched at his eyelids her.
“Have you ever had a physical fight?”
“Eyes, my, my eyes!”
Then, the woman rolling on the floor, the exiled snake’s heart disappears.
What was in front of my eyes was not the heart of an exiled snake that rolled on the floor with its face covered.
It was Han Ye-ji’s face looking at me after one round of shooting.
“Uh, Constellation? What are you doing?”
“No, nothing.”
The back of her hand was her throbbing, but no fork marks remained.
That fact tells only one thing.
The exiled snake’s heart is also a dreamer, a dream walker.
