Chapter 341 – Chapter 341: The Mushroom Forest and the Pathfinder 3
A lantern that glows in a soft green color, and small, screaming faces that can be seen intermittently in it. It reminds me of the hell’s jailer character from the game I used to enjoy in my previous life, but the reality was more than that.
That’s right, because what was in that lantern was not a human soul, but the severed head of a still living person.
When Shin Chang-min asked why he was so afraid, it was because he knew about that magic. I don’t know what the magic is for, but it’s a method of separating the body and the head and leaving only the head alive. Even if the heart stops and the body rots, the head feels the sensation and spends the rest of its life in the smallest prison in the world.
I thought it was the scream of an evil spirit, but it was the scream of prisoners with only their heads remaining.
“It’s a bit colorless, but the performance is certain. It’s full of preservatives and nutrients inside.”
“Oh yeah…”
A witch doctor woman smiling brightly while wearing something like that on her waist her. She has a youthful appearance that looks like an innocent girl, but her behavior is that of a horror movie creature. Should I have expected it when I took off the cap on the criminal’s head for a forensic investigation?
Anyway, leaving Shin Chang-min, who was stunned by her fear of her and unable to breathe properly, the witch doctor and I moved her steps out of her hospital room to her. I don’t know what people do, but if she was that scared, she wouldn’t be harsh and quietly go to prison. I was so afraid that if an apocalypse approached, I would run to me.
“Is that lantern famous?”
“Haha, I thought I was bragging in front of the Constellation, so I didn’t say anything… But looking at it like this, the criminals in the Southern Continent are most afraid of us.”
“That, because of the witchcraft cutting off her hair?”
“Yes. Criminals’ bodies are donated to various places to pay for their crimes.”
Donate, donate Even if the body of a criminal who had lost its head was donated, it would not be used for fine work. Isn’t it a wizard to open the lid of a living criminal right now? As long as it’s fresh biological experiment material with magic on it, the wizards won’t buy it because their eyes are wide open.
As if my prediction was correct, she quietly said that the money that criminals earn ‘with their bodies’ is used for the victims.
She casually tossed out a rather heinous content as if it were a joke, then bowed her head and hurried off somewhere.
“Constellation, why are you like that?”
“Uh, no… I don’t know what the shaman thinks.”
“That’s because I’m a shaman, so I can’t help it.”
Han Ye-ji, who was sneaking up on me walking outside the hospital room, as if she saw my blank expression her, listened to me and smiled as if it was nothing special. I will go beyond common sense where men and women are reversed and reversed, but it is very difficult to adapt to the common sense of the continent that is close to this madness.
It’s a subway in a nuclear apocalypse, it looks like shit, and it’s like living in it, but it’s a world where mutants who are even more fucked up run amok, so I understand that it’s brutal, but this world is only handsome and beautiful , and the infrastructure and civilization are superbly developed, but a screw comes off in a strange place There may be more like that.
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Whatever my feelings about the people of this continent, the operation was well prepared. The incarnations of the southern continent to explore inside the forest, the police to make a siege outside the forest, and a guide shaman for me and our incarnations to go to the village. The main point of this operation was that each of the three teams acted with different information and even checked whether there was information leaking through it.
“Constellation-sama, are you really going to step out?”
“Don’t worry. This is an avatar. If I lose contact with something like witchcraft, it’s the fastest thing for me to go back to the sanctuary and send a message.”
“That’s right…”
Not only our incarnations, but also the incarnations in the Southern Continent, were a bit worried about the fact that I, a man, was going directly to the aboriginal village of a kidnapper and rapist, but I passed it over.
That’s right, putting a knife in someone’s side would look like cuteness to incarnations with stronger bodies, but… , I always seem to forget that this is a fake body that was created.
Our incarnations are a little less worried, but the incarnations in the Southern Continent jumped up and doubted their ears, so I said everything.
“By the way, Constellation-nim, isn’t that body very expensive?”
“That’s right…”
“I heard that it contains a lot of ingredients that are considered treasures even on our continent.”
If there is a minor problem, the price of this body made like a question of a shaman is a billion?
I’m not worried about money, but the time it takes to airlift the materials. It’s not just that the connection is broken, but if this avatar is broken, the daily life of playing and eating at the academy will come to an end immediately. If you play around with an avatar made of magic for half a day and your magic power runs out, you have to be locked in a studio and beaten up.
“Then you can protect it.”
“… Me?”
“Aren’t you going to protect me?”
“No!”
Han Ye-ji and Song Ye-na’s faces soften to the point where they don’t match the situation. I wonder if the words to protect me sound so happy.
Well, it’s true that I’m the first one to ask them to protect me… Is that something to be so happy about?
I got out of the car and headed for the mushroom that towered high in the sky, but the corners of my mouth moved and my cheek twitched. To the extent that Shin Chang-min, his wrists tied with a rope with a strange amulet, looked at him in terror.
Yena Song, who was walking next to Changmin Shin, and Yeji Han, who put her hand on her waist next to me, were smiling and emitting her muddy emotions like a humidifier. The only one who maintains composure is the shaman who stands in front of Shin Chang-min and searches for traces.
“We’ll protect you!”
“Okay, so let’s find the village first.”
“Yes! But this person, does he know the way to the village?”
“I know! Well, I’ve been used as a replenishment officer a few times.”
“Supply without being able to handle magic?”
“Because there are many porters!”
“Ah, did you take a hypnotized person?”
“Yes, yes!”
He was so servile that he was worried that the sorcerer, who had been silent for the moment, would turn around and cut his throat. Hey, isn’t it a swallow who hates making money by working normally?
It would be enough if someone else was hypnotized by overdosing on drugs, raped, and their lives ruined.
And the same goes for doomsdayists and rapists. Was it stupid or arrogant, or did he believe in Shin Chang-min’s dog-chaban personality?
‘The apocalypseists are very thorough, but the youngsters around them keep getting caught by their tails because the screws are missing.’
As I walked through the soft forest path and maintained silence, all sorts of thoughts came to my mind. Can these mushrooms be grilled and eaten, if grilled, which would go better with beef or pork, where did you get the wood to build a village in a mushroom forest, do you use huts because you don’t have enough wood? Same useless thoughts.
“I-hey-“
“Shh, shut up and keep walking. If you need to pee, walk while taking a shower.”
“Toilet? Yes?”
“I don’t know how to cut the throat, but I know how to cut off limbs and stop the bleeding with point blood.”
“… Cha, I think I can stand it.”
“I think I can carry it, so let’s go quietly.”
In less than 30 minutes, as I listen to the conversation between Shin Chang-min, who is whining, and Song Ye-na, who has become sharper, I hear a rustle behind my back. Song Yena felt a bit jealous because she herself was next to the criminal, but Yeji Han clung to me. She was looking at her back her cutely, so her reaction her was a little late.
“…!”
“Kyaat-!”
Of course, just because my reaction was delayed doesn’t mean our incarnations were late. Han Ye-ji’s hand her, which was clinging to her as if her arms her were crossed, pulls out a pistol from her waist to her. Before the shaman in front of her could react, Yena Song turned her body around and put her hand her on her scabbard her, and her bullet her had already been fired.
Flowing motions and resounding gunshots. Three, no, four shots were fired, of course, a tranquilizer bullet for the great incarnation. A dark-skinned native who could not hide the rustling sound fell to the floor with a grotesque sound.
“Why do you shoot so many?”
“Because I don’t know exactly how many shots I need to fire. Looking at it, it seems that the second shot is incapacitated… I don’t know if this is a three-shot capacity or a four-shot capacity because of talent.”
Oh, and come to think of it, Han Ye-ji’s trait doubles the number of special bullets. If so, the last time Shin Chang-min’s back his was sedated with drugs, not two sedative bullets, but four. It was the same amount as the aboriginal female warrior who was now collapsing on the floor and trembling.
I don’t know if it’s witchcraft or magic, but even female warriors who have strengthened their bodies get muscle spasms. So even after being treated, I was lying in the hospital room, paralyzed and trembling.
I have no choice but to be frightened when I see a psychopathic bitch who keeps a human head in a lantern while having the experience of turning into a vegetative state from an overdose of anesthetic as soon as I wake up.
“Hey, are these bitches right?”
“Yes, yes! Looking at the tattoo, it looks like a low-level warrior gathering food in the forest!”
It’s a sedative bullet, but it’s stuck in the chest like a ghost, and the old piece of cloth is torn, revealing the angasm. Of course, no one is interested in the chest, everyone is only interested in the tattoos on the chest. Out of curiosity, I used the exposed nipples as handles to move my breasts around, but there was no response.
“Um, it’s the first time I’ve seen a tattoo on the lower chest. There must have been something while I wasn’t there.”
“Is it possible to move the town?”
“Well, unless the entire hut called the sanctuary is moved, the village will remain as it is. There is a high possibility that it will remain as it is because there is not enough wood to build a building anyway.”
Hearing that, the guide shaman rushed over and took out a lantern from his waist his, no, not a lantern, but a large machete.
A small aboriginal head tumbling across the floor, blood that wouldn’t spill out, a lantern that gushed green light and swallowed a much larger head than itself.
“Hee, hee hee…”
Perhaps a bit tired of that shocking appearance, the smell of grime starts to rise from the side.
Can’t you put him in there too?
