Chapter 307 – Chapter 307: Symbol 2
It was a long-standing tradition to be divided into two or three formations and tap each other with a sense of belonging.
I could tell not only from the flat continent on this side of the world where men and women were reversed, but also from my previous life.
If it’s light and trivial, there are liberal arts and sciences, or college-related things like Korea University and Yonsei University.
When it starts to be used politically, there is also a content that divides men and women in regional feelings.
Heel Tang Deal, Bu Meok Squeeze, Min Cho Dan, Toilet Paper Hanger, When boiling ramen, do you put the noodles first or the soup first?
Still, one thing is clear.
‘Crazy bitches.’
Where is the bastard fighting over it?
Regardless of whether it was a match or a match, the Korea University student who showed the will of the ancient people won the game in the canyon.
It did not happen that a Korea University student broke into Yonsei University with a wooden plank and broke the heads of Yonsei University students.
They say that they don’t like mint chocolate, that sweet and sour pork is soggy when you pour sauce on it, that it gets wet when it touches the wall when you hang a tissue inside.
Does it make sense for hundreds of people to gather together and beat others in the head with clubs for that reason?
But in the northern continent it makes sense.
Maybe it’s because it’s a continent where heads are broken for being a little suspicious, so gang fights happen over trivial things like that.
Han Ye-ji, the first incarnation of the Constellation, is a sniper, so of course the most favored are the battle-type incarnations of the cat symbol.
No, rather than looking at the incarnations, if you look at the people He has come to this continent and healed, they are priestly incarnations of the crow symbol.
Lee Ha-rin, the legal representative, is a scholar, but if the militia elects a representative to meet the Constellation, scholars of the dog symbol will have to step in.
‘Real crazy bitches.’
I don’t even think of anyone to give me rice cakes, but is this how it feels to drink kimchi soup first?
A chance to meet the war hero Svetlana and the benevolent constellation Helpless Nightmare at the same time.
It was a gang fight to see my face that can only be seen by coming to the academy as a tourist.
However, since it is a gang fight that occurred for such an absurd reason, it can be solved very easily and simply.
“Then can’t I just go and meet everyone?”
“Yes, that’s why. Conversely, if the Constellation doesn’t step forward, they won’t be able to convince and come to a resolution, so we’ll continue to fight.”
“Looks like you’re really going to keep fighting.”
“There’s a lot of property damage because of that.”
“… Where do you fight?”
“Because we have to gather a lot of people, we often fight on the main street, in the square, or on the main street.”
I asked why he called me again and explained in a hurry, and it was because of that.
On the next screen, a video of a gang fight was played.
As Svetlana said, hundreds of people were fighting in front of a large department store.
The four-lane three-way intersection is filled with people with rubber clubs.
Citizens by the window of a cafe or restaurant cheer and watch to see if there is a clique cheering them on.
When hundreds of people clad in magical energy collide, windows break and roadside trees fall, no matter how much weight they put on themselves.
It is a contradictory situation that they fight to gather together when they are told not to fight.
Although the level of strengthening the body with magical power is limited, they fight among themselves without major injuries.
The biggest problem was having dozens of people and dozens of incarnations gather and fight in the street.
“Of course, if it was just a matter of vandalism and property damage, we wouldn’t have asked the Constellation.”
“What else?”
“This is because gang fights are taking place in the city, and even non-military incarnations sneak in.”
Fighting in the street wasn’t the biggest problem.
It was a continent that surprised people in many ways.
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A cafe with a pretty wooden signboard and a famous food alley where grilled meat should be grilled through the glass.
It is a popular alley for men because it looks like a trail in the forest, with stone tiles laid instead of asphalt.
Today, instead of its quiet and charming appearance, it is full of enthusiasm reminiscent of the Colosseum.
Thud! The floor shatters with a sound, and debris bounces in all directions.
Pebbles, like fragments of a grenade, strike roadside windows and smash some signboards.
It looks like a bombing, but the citizens behind the magic-reinforced windows cheer.
It was because the brown-haired, muscular woman who broke the floor and took off leaped and crushed the three incarnations.
“Heh-ha! How dare these frail sandals!”
A woman who has blown three people at once with her shoulder and forearm raises her flag with a feral roar.
The flag that a woman who looks like a villainous wrestler raises on a destroyed street is, of course, a cat flag.
Stepping on broken pavement and dented vehicles, women waving cat flags roar and advance.
It would have been great if the target of that tragic charge hadn’t been to the donut shop.
‘I heard that dirty chocolate over there is really good.’
Should I say it’s like the incarnation of scholars? Women with dog flags hanging under the store signboard block the entrance.
It looks like they are holding a siege by scratching the table with a knife and using the table engraved with magic circles as a barricade.
You may be wondering why there is a siege at the donut shop, an SNS hot spot in alternative food alleys.
“Stop the hoes! Get all the chairs!”
“Windows! Reinforce the windshields too!”
“The window on the second floor is flimsy! Climb up!”
Instead of boiling oil, coffee is poured from the window, and rainbow sprinkles for donut toppings fly in the sky as if trying to cover your eyes.
For a moment, the eyes of the women who were beating the iron table with rubber clubs were hidden, and the sticks flew in an instant.
A tactical move that blocks the entrance, restricts actions, blinds the eye, and accurately subdues a few exceptional targets.
On second thought, it would be nice if it wasn’t fucking with the donut shop.
Since the situation is absurd, seeing the immaculate bare skin that is occasionally seen, rather than sexual desire, makes me laugh out loud.
I feel like I’m watching a pornography with a ridiculous setting that makes me laugh and lose my erection while watching Japanese AVs from my previous life.
What would a blonde beauty with a D-cup look do if her breasts were dangling, while she was getting hit by a thrown donut.
Maybe it’s because there was a scramble to boil and eat the canned food that swelled in the apocalypse.
Seeing coffee and donut toppings being sprayed into the air instead of boiling oil makes me very upset.
Seeing the situation like that, Svetlana pointed her finger at a corner of the second-floor pub.
“Look there, there are women without flags and symbols, but with clubs at their waists.”
“You mean they’re the incarnation of an independent who sneaks in and makes a big fight? … I’ll definitely have to stop it quickly.”
“Please, Constellation.”
The women who had almost empty their large beer glasses were fiddling with rubber bats around their waists.
It seems to be a gesture that they will sneak out into the street, hit anyone, enjoy it, and then run away.
Just having a siege in someone else’s store is confusing.
How much more chaotic will it be if even the incarnations on the road drink and break in?
“But, what should I do?”
“You can hold this flag and walk. After that… I’m a big fan of the Constellation, so do as you please.”
“You’re doing what you want, isn’t that too irresponsible?”
“Yeah, this is kind of like a fan meeting. Constellation-sama can’t even be compared to idols.”
Svetlana, smiling brightly as if an iron plate had been put on her face her, gently holds her flag in my hand.
At the same time, several sharp gazes were directed in this direction as if they sensed magic.
The militia in a gang fight didn’t notice it yet, but Hwashin who was watching while drinking seemed to notice.
Women clinging to the windows, unaware of the overturned beer glasses, staring at me.
I heard a soundless clamor and ran out, so I guess it came out of the store and came to me.
It’s so strange that I can’t be this happy when the typical blonde-haired beauties flock to me.
She let out a deep sigh and threw her flagpole over her shoulder.
I’m not a soldier marching in front of a high-ranking person, so there’s no need to hold an angle.
I stepped on the edge of the street, where all the ordinary citizens had fled and only the militia were filled.
I didn’t want to come this way to her food spots Alexandra told me about in her bed.
“Uh huh?”
“Can you move away?”
“Yes, yep!”
The road full of people splits like the miracle of Moses and begins to create a path for me to walk alone.
If there is nowhere to get out of the way, the militiamen push into the next store or even cling to the signboard to clear the way.
I laughed as I looked like a crowded subway in the narrow street, trying to avoid reaching me.
As ink spreads in water, people’s heads turn around and look at me from end to end of the gang.
Someone opens their mouth as if their jaws have lost strength, while others drop the club they were holding.
The militia’s eyes widen as they walk on the broken road through the exaggerated reaction and turbulent stream of emotions.
Standing out of the way to the left and right, she stretched out her legs and tried to kick away any debris from the path I was about to step on.
Laughter leaked out once again, as if a misbehaving child was hiding something behind her in full view.
When I arrived at the donut shop, the heart of the battle, what greeted me was—
“Oh, welcome! Constellation!”
“Hello! Do you want to try a donut?!”
They were two incarnations who prepared my seat with only one table set up in the middle of the messy store.
Perhaps those two women are the incarnations of the martial cat symbol and the scholar dog symbol.
It’s ironic to see a reliable woman who blew up three people with a body check is trembling.
