Chapter 284 – Chapter 284: The End 4
A woman with a scruffy appearance, trembling with anxiety and being chased by something.
A lion heart that chased after throwing a toy spear like a steel frame.
An old man who carves a tree with her eyes wide open without understanding the situation.
When I recall that the pulsating lion heart ran out alone to catch the apocalypse
Even without an explanation, it seemed like I could roughly guess what the situation was.
How can there be apocalypseists everywhere, and this time it is the store of the apocalypse’s parents?
“What is this?”
“Ah, father…”
The beating heart of a lion that has become quiet, perhaps because of his snarky personality, he does n’t shout even in front of the elderly.
In a strange situation where the entrance to the store is blocked by a plastic window, the two fathers and daughters start a conversation while looking at each other.
The story was as obvious as expected.
Even if you don’t become an incarnation, your father thought that if you use your talents and contribute to the continent, it’s the way to the Constellation.
The story of a daughter who wanted to become a cool knight but had no talent for swordsmanship, so she wasted her time.
As if she was a long-lived student, when the aging curve reached her 30s, she became a woman full of resentment.
It is said that she fell for the apocalypse’s trick and helped her by giving her a warehouse contract.
“This, you stupid bitch!”
“But Father! He promises a world where talent is not discriminated against—”
“Do you think this father is living a miserable life just because he cuts trees?!”
I thought there would be a new wave where my old father shed tears and asked me to look at it just once.
What came after that obvious story was the loud shouting of an old man with a blood clot in his throat.
When explaining Hyangmok, he explained it in such a soft voice, and the power was no joke.
The old man, who had thrown the wood block she was holding in her hand, knocked on the table.
The daughter-in-law, who knows what’s about to happen, is terrified and backs away from her.
Seeing that interesting appearance, I started to watch the old man who was silently expressing his displeasure of him.
“I raised you wrong! I really wanted to be a daughter who would not be ashamed of her mother!”
“Father, I’m not saying you’re miserable…”
“I don’t want to hear it! A girl who only dreamed absurd dreams until she was 30 years old and became a nuisance to the Constellations, is she constantly making excuses?”
The pieces of wood that were in the box labeled “Sample,” And the pieces of wood that were thrown on the table without being chiseled.
When the old man hits the table with force, it rolls back and forth as if being attracted by a magnet.
Originally, didn’t a warlock make something like a zombie?
As the pieces of fragrant wood gather and become a golem, the only thing I can think of is that the scent is nice, but not scary.
It’s kind of funny because it looks like a wooden doll character I saw in a fighting game in my previous life.
However, the daughter-in-law’s face turns pale as if she has been hit a few times by her wooden doll her.
“I never thought I would be beaten by this old, grown-up child!”
“No, Father!”
“Do you think of me as your father?”
Along with the sharp, high-pitched shout of the old man, there is a hum—a sound that cuts through the air.
I don’t know when she got it in her hand her, but she’s holding the handle of the whip so that blood runs through her wrinkled hands her.
It’s made of thorny vines, so the spikes look too heinous for her daughter to wield.
As my daughter-in-law is also an aspiring knight, her body movements her seem to be more like an amateur boxer than a normal person.
A fragrant wood golem tackles the body from behind, and an old father wields a whip from the front.
Looking at this old man’s whipping form, if I met him on the subway in my previous life, I wouldn’t have the confidence to fight and win… ?
One or two groups of survivors who would have been able to wield something like a chain could crush their heads alone.
“… Hmm, should I take him for a while?”
“Won’t you dry it?”
“Who has what right to stop a father from disciplining his children? Originally, home education is a man’s job.”
“It’s too heinous for an education.”
The thorny vine whip that even makes the sound of shack shack, cutting the wind is brutal.
Of course, the daughter-in-law also strengthened her body with magical power, so the blood burst and there are no wounds, but
Every time the tip of the whip accelerates and blurs out of sight, the sound of a drum exploding resonates loudly.
“Huh, heh, my, I spent this year, hehe, just, whoa-“
“Senior, then I will pass my breath.”
“Hands, love, exaggeration, in front of you, face, whoo- I don’t have…”
It wasn’t until I was on the verge of seeing an old man collapse from hyperventilation or a heart attack.
A throbbing lion’s heart gently clamped the old man’s wrists in the pretext of arrest and speedy investigation.
He is an old man who insists on muscularity when it comes to women, but he treats men very gently.
… Anyway, why does that whip look so coveted?
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Fuck.
The tribe called Mongma in my memory has a very biased image.
If you think of a male dreamer, Freddy Krueger, a character from a horror game based on a movie, comes to mind.
When I think of a female dreamer, I think of a succubus, a summoned beast of a black magician, that I raised in middle school.
It is unavoidable for a gamer who has had a hobby and specialty since elementary school.
So, isn’t that why I feel the urge to have that whip so badly?
I’ve never felt such an impulse to buy something in my life.
A thorny vine whip that makes me want to have it for the first time in a monumental way.
You can only be too suspicious of your potential tastes.
I understand that semen contains magic power, pheromones seduce the opposite sex, and become stronger through erotic acts.
It is also true that the bodies of women who accept magical power evolve in a positive direction and gradually become dream demons.
But what is this longing for the whip rising from the depths of the heart?
‘I’d rather have a fancy silver sword or dagger.’
While staring at the thorny whip that the old man rolled up and put on the table, he was contemplating
Members of the guild following the pulsating lion heart dragged the woman wriggling on the floor.
I can hear him muttering that he doesn’t need to be handcuffed because he’s been whipped so hard.
“Hey, Constellation, my daughter is…”
“I won’t be executed. But I can’t help a heavy sentence.”
“Yes, of course. But this old man wants to die before his children his…”
“… Don’t worry too much, old man. If you didn’t act as an apocalypseist, but simply provided a location, you could have the information on the apocalypse bitch through a judicial transaction to reduce the sentence. This isn’t unusual, but is the old man a retired incarnation?”
“Yes, when I was young, I served as the incarnation of the Vine that ensnares the plateau. By the way, young guest, are you interested in that whip… ?”
As I am contemplating the dreamer’s identity while looking at the whip, the old man talks to me.
Hagiya, the constellation descends like a terminator, and after the toy window breaks the asphalt and blocks the entrance
It was because the incarnations were looking at the whip even while they were dragging people around.
“If you’re interested in whiplash, I’ll give you this as an apology. It’s a joint venture between a southern shaman and a western druid. Maybe I won’t be using it anymore after today.”
Perhaps still thinking that I am an ordinary tourist, the old man hands me a rolled whip.
In the midst of contemplating whether to decline or to hold out a card to pay the price
Involuntarily, he noticed that his hand had moved and had taken the whip from the old man’s hand his.
I thought I moved his hand to get out his wallet his, but he grabbed a whip… ?
“He would be more suited to be wielded by a young man like you than by an old man like me.”
“Um, old man? No, nothing.”
The old man, who feels both sorry and relieved at the same time, moves his hand several times.
Her daughter-in-law her took care of her life her, but even after her retirement her, she gave away her favorite bottle to her husband her.
Her thoughts about her life her and the education of her children her complicate her feelings.
In front of such an old man, I even received a present, and in fact, since I am a Constellation, I cannot take it lightly.
My pace, the pulsating lion heart, shakes its head, wondering if it can tell me that I am a Constellation at this timing.
An old man who seems to have grown old in just a few minutes, as if the whip-wielding had become half-glorious.
“Anyway, I’m sorry I got caught up in an unpleasant incident. I thought I lived without shame, but in my later years, heh heh…”
“It’s okay because I was whipped.”
“I hope this old man prays that the future of the young man will be bright. Please do a great job with him and contribute to the Constellation and this continent.”
Unable to overcome the awkward atmosphere, honorific words came out of my mouth for the first time in a long time.
Unlike my stupid daughter-in-law… As I staggered to close the shop door muttering,
Its appearance her is so miserable, like an apocalypse refugee whose food warehouse was robbed.
In the meantime, I was fiddling with the whip in her hand. At this point, isn’t it an instinct rather than an illness?
