Chapter 242 – Chapter 242: Downfall 2
This one-eyed bat often appears in the nightmares of Southern Continent shamans.
Even those who deal with supernatural magic have the ability to be terrified.
Sorcerers who can perform greater feats than magic by offering sacrifices and reciting mantras.
The ability of the one-eyed bat, which even such great talents are afraid to come out of their dreams, is simple.
In a body so fragile that a child could shoot it with a slingshot.
Slow reflexes that can’t be avoided even with slingshots and stone slings from adult men.
Nevertheless, there is only one reason why it appears as a regular in Shaman’s Nightmare.
It is the ability of the Anti-Magic that erases mana just by staring at it.
―So, can I take him and make him stare at the magic circle?
“Yes, that’s right.”
The moment we catch eyes flying slowly
All shamanic items worn by shamans lose their effect.
What would he do if he got angry and beat him to death with a stone?
Even if the one-eyed bat dies, the smashed magic items do not come back.
Because of this, shamans in the southern continent have nightmares of encountering that bat while wandering in the wild for training.
A terrible nightmare in which all the shamanistic tools he spent his entire life crafting become rubbish in seconds.
A ghost that runs 100 meters in 10 seconds and rips its mouth open with a kitchen knife is incomparably more brutal.
If children or people with specific phobias have nightmares about gross or repulsive things
Shamans, wizards, Murim people, and knights consider them their nightmares
All of them have one of the most terrifying, heinous abilities.
“Of course, since he was created with my magical power, I won’t just erase anything. But be careful when writing just in case.”
– All right.
It’s a matter of course, but with 100% of that heinous ability
Wouldn’t terrible things happen if you let them fly over the city.
If magic is completely erased in a city where magic and science have developed together,
From trivial places like marts to power plants and hospitals, it would be like being terrorized.
So when I made that one-eyed bat, I changed it to erase only the magic circle installed on the ground.
The way I customize my abilities when I take out monsters from nightmares.
I had never practiced before, so I succeeded with grunts to the extent that the driver was worried.
… The Constellation’s face is not worth talking about.
“I’ll wait for you at the hotel, so just warm up and come.”
— … Yes.
By the way, Han Ye-ji, this guy, I can feel his heart his being shaken by the word hotel.
Thinking so, I ended the radio and passed the radio to the driver’s seat.
Han Ye-ji, who was in the dialogue control panel before coming to the academy,
Song Ye-na was recognized for her swordsmanship alone by the sword that cuts the bridle.
The only thing I’m worried about is Alexandra, who has just signed a contract, but her talent her has blossomed, so it should be okay.
“Then, shall we take you to the hotel?”
“No, I want to go to the restaurant myself, so I want to go to the restaurant first. The hotel… Make a reservation according to the number of people.”
We can get together and chat and meet in a lucid dream at night.
Due to the nature of the world where men and women are reversed, if there are several women, the atmosphere is a bit strange.
A dream horse that can freely move around in a dream is convenient at times like this.
To be honest, virgins with little experience of conversing with men
If it’s not an orgy, how can you stay naked in the same bed with another woman?
This would be an impossible story if it were not for Lee Ha-rin, who had a taste for service, and Song Ye-na, who had voyeurism.
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Alexandra’s selection was the best, to say the least.
Barbecue houses were cooking whole roasts over a magical bonfire.
The hotel I took as a lodging was not inferior to the academy’s accommodation, perhaps because it was a tourist city.
A soft sofa, sweet soda, hot barbecued pork marinated in special sauce, and the night view outside the window.
I feel so good that more than half of the barbecue I tried to taste while waiting for the incarnations disappeared.
Chewing on a barbecue, sipping a drink from the northern continent, rolling around on the sofa and looking at a smartphone…
It’s no different from the academy, but it’s a situation where you feel like you’re on a trip.
“Are you there?”
Knock, knock, knock-
Someone comes up to your hotel room and politely knocks on the door.
Of course, not our incarnations, nor the people of the guild.
It’s the first time I’ve heard it, so should I assume it’s an employee at a hotel?
… I don’t have any feelings for anything like that.
I went to the door with the knife I used to cut the barbeque in my hand.
This mana is a really convenient thing.
A steak knife that has not even been sharpened can be made into a weapon.
“What?”
“Room service for VIPs, sir.”
Maybe it’s too much maintenance for a clerk.
I don’t have emotions that can be read for a hotel clerk.
Of course, if a veteran employee for VIP uses magic,
Or if the president of a SF-affiliated hotel prepared something like a robot clerk
I’m an idiot for approaching the door with a knife covered in sauce.
“Room service for VIPs, sir.”
“Hey, isn’t it weird to say that over and over again?”
“Room service for VIPs, sir.”
If only it hadn’t been for the repeated words in the same tone.
It’s not my real body anyway, it’s a fake body made with money.
So, without hesitation, I opened the door and looked ahead.
It would be embarrassing to see a real robot hotelier here, but-
“This is a message for VIPs, Constellation.”
Looking at his grinning face his, he doesn’t seem like a robot hotelier for VIPs.
The reason I didn’t shove the knife right into my throat
It was the fact that the man in front of me with blurry eyes was bare-handed.
Just looking at it, it looks like they are using brainwashed citizens as messengers like last time.
Is it that even the most luxurious hotels in tourist cities have already been brainwashed?
Fucking bitches who hide well in every nook and cranny like cockroaches.
“Will you come in and talk?”
“No, I will deliver the message as it is.”
The brown-haired man in the uniform of the hotelier I saw in the lobby.
Probably brainwashed for not being redheaded.
As if emphasizing that there is no weapon, show both palms
Standing in front of the door, he started talking about things he wasn’t particularly curious about.
No fuck, why should I hear about the greatness of redheads.
Hear about the superiority of red hair and the myth of the founding of another world
As he quietly lifts the knife, he quickly turns over the subject of the story.
These bastards are also fanatics, so even in this situation, they are trying to brag and propagate.
“But you have a proven track record of being a survivor of a world, even if you are of low bloodline.”
“Uh, so?”
“I’m going to buy that ability high and give you a chance to become a second-class citizen.”
The man who has been talking hard spreads his droopy arms wide like a theater actor.
It looks like a puppet with a stretched string.
It’s absurd to give them the chance to be second-class citizens anyway.
Aren’t these bastards prevented from being destroyed by the brainwashing magic circle?
Originally, I knew very well that these fanatics made the denial of reality thrill.
Why do former doomsday theorists know that the world won’t end at the end of the century?
Aren’t they idiots who were mentally victorious because their prayers defeated the end of the century?
“A sergeant while losing all his money?”
“Be careful with your words, inferior race.”
“What, fuck. Being robbed by the same redhead.”
The brainwashing magic circle was robbed and the executives began to be chased by magic.
Even if you come out of the North Continent, you can get rid of it, but the four continents have even united.
So what courage did you have to touch me while I was treating veterans?
Honestly, I was wondering what you would propose in such a predestined situation.
Should I offer to give you half of the world like the demon king who met the hero?
Or should I suggest telling you the ugly truth of this flat continent?
Well, I opened the door with a delusion like that, and the reality is a gutter.
“This filthy inferior seed…!”
It’s not scary even if I grind my teeth with my palms up as if I’m surrendering.
The apocalypse beyond this brainwashed hotelier seems to have a lower boiling point than you think.
Because he forgot to even move the brainwashed man and started swearing.
Roughly speaking, historically, how inferior beings are with black hair…
Of course, apocalypseists are the history of the whole world, so I have to listen to understand.
In another dimension far away, in a world that has already been destroyed, the dark-haired kingdom
There’s no reason for me to be angry just because it was taken over and colonized by the red-haired empire.
“Huh, you inferiors always do. Like animals, you have no bonds, so you can’t even take an insult as an insult.”
“Like they can’t accept defeat as defeat?”
“… The brute-like prostitute’s tongue-twisting skills are excellent.”
“What do you do when a bastard who claims to reign over people can’t even use his tongue? Seriously. I’m worried.”
He’s trying to insult him by mixing pad-lip and sex-drip, but can he get through to kimchi gamers?
As the horse’s teeth pushed, the sound of teeth crunching echoed in the hallway.
After the brainwashing is over, I’ll have to send that hotelier to the dentist first.
Maybe he misunderstood my gaze, and he grinned as if he knew something.
Then he moved his arms to her… This baby suddenly takes off her clothes.
Because of the shock of suddenly watching a boy’s strip show
I couldn’t even close the door right away, and I was still for a few seconds.
“When we become the rightful owners of the continent, you will also be for breeding like this beast-“
“Aaaaagh! Joe, why is the waitress doing that!”
“Call the guard, guard!”
A man’s naked body comes into view through a door that closes belatedly.
I didn’t know that the five senses strengthened by magic could be so resentful.
From the bruises on her thighs to the dirty talk on her lower belly her.
“Ah, motherfucker.”
I felt that my eyes were dirty, so I washed my face dry with the closed hand.
I rub the palm of his hand over his closed eyelids, but what to do with what I’ve already seen.
Like a saying often used in the community, I wanted to purchase eyes and brains I hadn’t seen.
A dirty afterimage that won’t go away even if you tighten your grip and squeeze the leather on your face.
I hurriedly recall the naked bodies of the incarnations, but the feeling of being smashed doesn’t come back.
Since I’m a man, I think I just wanted to get into an argument and insult him roughly…
“…I’ll catch that bastard and kill him.”
Gay hate fishing that was not accepted even in the community, in reality, fuck.
