Chapter 243 – Chapter 243: Downfall 3
Being someone’s nightmare falls into three categories for me to classify.
The first is those that stimulate psychological fear caused by disgust.
A clown with a torn mouth, a spider or a centipede the size of a human, a monster with bulging eyes.
If someone who knows how to magical handle powers attacks, they are weaklings with no chance of winning.
These are the guys who make you feel bad just by looking at them and stimulate certain phobias.
The second is things that stimulate vague fear without substance.
The sound of footsteps in an empty closet, the sound of breathing under an empty bed.
It is a world where magic, psychic powers, sorcery, and divine power exist.
Things that use human delirium to incite fear in the dark.
Finally, the third are those with literal heinous abilities.
A bat that makes magic disappear, a ghost that reduces the value of sacrifices to 0, and a monster that interferes with the connection between the Constellation and the incarnation.
Even the blessed humans who have been blessed by the Constellation can be careless for a moment.
Terrible monsters that literally inflict nightmare-like damage to mankind.
Of course, only the third category can be used in practice.
‘Let’s go messy with each other, right?’
However, the nightmares I will create through magic are insignificant and feeble.
Like ghosts who at best steal your shoes or are satisfied with a parasitic underwear
It is a story of weak things that are now ambiguous to classify as a ghost story.
“Leave that man alone.”
“… Are you all right?”
“It’s not okay, so just tie it up and go away.”
Gathering up mana, he took a deep breath, but his irritation did not subside.
A situation where someone aimed an erect cock at me within reach.
It was absurd, so I was so angry that I couldn’t even react immediately.
Yes, when you insult someone, sexual insults are natural.
When swearing at a woman, call her a bitch or a slut, and when swearing at a man, call her a male prostitute.
Words I heard almost like greetings in Apocalypse, where life is overflowing even though it was harsh.
‘A fucking bitch, just because she got caught in an argument, puts her dick right in.’
Before the world was destroyed, I saw it through chatting, and after the world was destroyed, I heard profanity with my ears.
But it’s the first time I’ve ever had someone stick their dick right in front of me.
I’d rather throw a bomb in your face and you’ll get an assassination attempt.
What the hell is the situation with an erect cock sticking through a slightly open door?
“Here, I’m handcuffed and put on muscle relaxants. If you wake up, you won’t be able to open your mouth.”
“OK got it.”
A hotel guard drags a brainwashed man’s hair.
A man with a neat and elegant appearance befitting a hotelier of a top-notch hotel.
Scribbles written on the body while being brainwashed, pornography, scars… It must have been rough.
But that’s not my business.
It’s none of my business that the back hole was dug by red-haired beauties.
The important thing is that these doomsday bastards scratched my planting.
If you are ignored like this, even if you try to pass it roughly, you will become annoyed.
‘You bastards, you know I can track magic, but what the fuck?’
He must have displayed his abilities openly when hunting for the banished Serpent’s Heart.
Bulsar was commissioned by the tyrant to track down the constellation by analyzing the incarnation’s magical power.
In the process, all of my abilities were exposed to the Academy and Magic Association.
Still, sending a man who brainwashed me like this
I guess that means the apocalypse still ignores me because I’m a man, because I have dark hair.
If you are insulted and ignored like this, your personality will inevitably rise.
Rolling around with the beauties, watching the high-ranking people bow down, living as they please
Even if you play, eat, drink, live comfortably without needing a single penny, and become rounder
After all, what is inside is every murder that kills both the old man and the child because of one canned food.
There is no such thing as showing mercy to an opponent who is certain to be aiming for his life.
“Constellation! Are you okay?!”
“… Except for the mood, everything is fine.”
From hotel to guild officer, from guild officer to Alexandra’s older sister
As soon as the news spreads like that, the incarnations return.
The fact that her face was red as she spurred through the door made her look a bit angry.
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The high night sky that even the bright lights of the city can’t reach.
In a dark corner that can’t be reached even if you sharpen your eyesight with magical power
Men in white clothes begin to gather in the clouds.
The only peculiar thing is that he has his own eyeballs pulled out and placed on the palm of his hand.
Of course, it is a nightmare that I created by combining the ghosts of the East Continent and the monsters of the Southern Continent.
They didn’t have the most vicious abilities like a one-eyed bat, but were just tens of thousands of ghosts.
‘You guys started it.’
Hundreds of ghosts hiding in the dark clouds glared at me with their eyes dug out, but it was a bit disgusting
If you can feed these apocalypse bastards some kind of candy, you can tolerate it.
The ghosts holding each eyeball with both hands quietly descend into the city like snowflakes.
It was a city where the lights were brightly lit because of the festival after watching the night view, but it didn’t matter.
Ghosts are ghosts for nothing, and they are ghosts because they cannot be found without special means.
It’s a prank at the city level, but it shouldn’t matter if you have the status of a constellation.
“Hey, isn’t it kind of creepy?”
“It’s cold because it’s a snowflake festival. Didn’t I tell you to wear one more clothes inside?”
“Is it?”
“Do you go and put on another layer or grab a drink over there?”
Eyeball ghosts landed all over the city like night fog.
People are reflected in the rolling eyes on the palm of your hand.
Some couples used the chill as an excuse to drink and enter the hotel.
Some incarnations hurriedly lifted the radio with a chill that did not disappear even with magic.
In addition, some incarnations have spiritual eyes to see ghosts.
As if chasing flying flies, I treat my ghosts as evil spirits and destroy them right away.
Of course, since hundreds of them were scattered all over the city, it didn’t matter if a few died.
That’s because the ghost’s ability was weakened and weakened, and only the number of heads was increased.
“What is this?”
“Moller, I heard that Anna, who works in the guild, ordered the Constellation to do it?”
“The Constellation made me do it? Then I’ll have to do it even if it’s annoying…”
There is only one place in the city where the ghost has not spread.
Only a red-haired village with a dream catcher-like amulet hanging on the inside of the gate.
Since they are so weakly created, even cheap souvenirs can stop them.
Normally, it’s a terrible ghost that kills people just by making eye contact.
There was no ability to mass-produce hundreds of such great ghosts.
In addition to that, what I was going to do today didn’t require such a great ability.
So it weakened its ability.
From the ghost of an evil eye that dies when eye contact is made, to the level of feeling the fear of death when eye contact is made.
From there, he lowered himself once more and became a ghost whose hair turned white when our eyes met.
An insignificant, insignificant ghost whose abilities and magical powers are all gone, and all that is left is a hard head.
“Uh, oppa? Your hair…”
“So are you? Ah, what is it, is it because of the hotel shampoo here?”
Chills run down the spine, and people shudder and scatter in groups of threes to avoid the cold wind.
Lovers who stay in hotels and families who have returned home are no exceptions.
Red hair, black hair, brown hair, and golden hair are all dyed white.
“Wow! Dad! My hair has turned white!”
“Oops! Did I buy bleach by mistake?”
Most people think it’s no big deal and just laugh it off.
It’s not that my health has gone wrong, and it’s not that I’m getting old.
There was nothing wrong, just the hair turned white.
Groups of tourists hurriedly gathered to take pictures and raise their glasses.
Children pull each other’s hair and laugh and play.
Some of the incarnations mixed in the festival street quickly generate magic, but
Knowing that the curse was not detected and only the hair color changed, he reassures the people around him.
However, there were people who reacted greatly to this little prank that only became a pleasant commotion over the festival.
“I-what is this-!”
People whose eyes only turned white from the root of their hair, but their eyes turned white.
In a suite at a five-star hotel, in a room in an old boarding house, in a bathroom in a crowded club—
There were incarnations who started to riot at the fact that her own red hair had turned white.
I don’t know about people screaming and struggling in their hotel rooms or their bedrooms.
I see bitches like that on the main roadside, at the taverns on the festival street, and at the taverns where everyone is laughing and chatting.
Of course, there was no way the boisterous women of the North Continent would just stare at it.
“Hey, why are you making a fuss about changing your hair color?”
“If you’re going to make a fuss because it interferes with drinking, get out of here!”
“Are you an apocalypseist? Are you those assholes?”
Citizens with alcohol bottles in their hands like weapons secretly gather by the woman who goes on a rampage.
A drunken incarnation rips at my hair and emits magic, but
Citizens who drink alcohol to the limit under the pretext of a festival are not intimidated.
While everyone had white hair, a tall woman rang the golden bell.
Why are you having a fucking fit and spitting out swear words so that the alcohol tastes bad?
A bitch who spoils the taste of alcohol, whether incarnated or not, must be punished.
“Is this bastard originally redheaded?”
“Yeah, I had red hair! Not such an asshole white hair!”
Some citizens fall out as the magic-enhanced body overturns the table.
Even so, drinkers in the northern continent who are close to anger control disorder are not intimidated.
Rather, they surrounded the rogue like a hunter who hunts animals with his bare hands.
“Where are the lowly bastards attacking!”
“You bastard, get it!”
Some drunkards do not know how to handle magical powers, so strengthening their bodies is not enough.
An apocalypseist who is laid on the ground and beaten like a grasshopper buried by ants.
Dozens of pairs of floating ghost eyes were looking down at that pitiful face.
The ability to make one’s hair count at best.
At best, the ability to easily excite.
It’s an embarrassingly weak ability to call it a curse or a nightmare
It was more than enough to filter out the apocalypse spread all over the city.
