Chapter 63 – Chapter 63: Challenge 4
When you do something you are familiar with, there are times when you intuitively know the result in advance.
The slow pulsation of blood vessels felt in the fingertips,
A gurgling voice clogged with foam that filled the lungs,
The strength of the limbs was weakened, and the sagging body and keah keuh keuh, and finally exhaled with difficulty.
‘Isn’t this bastard dead?’
He couldn’t even breathe his last breath, and his heart his stopped beating.
Swept eyelids closed, but not dead.
The flower behind her back she pulls out a knife and inserts it as it is.
It is not the lungs that are aimed at, but the spine of the back of her.
I felt the familiar resistance of the metal sticking to my bones in the palm of my hand.
The knife was properly inserted with a warm, goosebumps sound, but the senses were still screaming.
Not dead yet
-This, you damn bastard!
Could it be that his lungs are punctured and he uses telepathy instead of voice?
An eerie scream rings in my head.
Well, if a Constellation descends to the ground and dies after being stabbed with a sword, is that a Constellation or an idiot?
If it was that weak, mankind might not have been worshiping the constellation, but breeding it.
With that thought in mind, I pushed the corpse out of my arms,
It was one beat faster than the black and purple mist of magical power that spewed out.
The world spins with a slightly familiar sense.
“You, you damn bastard! I was looking for a way to solve it peacefully because they are my own people!”
A handsome man with purple hair gnashing his teeth in front of me with a well-groomed appearance.
I inadvertently put my hand on my waist, but he and I were only lightly dressed and had no weapons.
But can’t you kill the dream demons physically?
This is an important story for me too.
“Kuk, let go, let go, you crazy…!”
He was about to say something, so he reached out with both hands and strangled him.
If your basic physical strength is lagging, you have to use a rope or a support to break the neck bone, but the grip is strong, so you can kill it with your bare hands.
With a thunderous sound, the guy whose face turned black strews across the floor, biting his tongue.
– You crazy bastard!
“Wow, do you buy this?”
Then the broken neck corpse sends me a telepathic message.
As if his neck bones were broken and his nerves were cut, the guy who was rubbing the floor once again spreads a black mist.
Can a dream horse be hunted only with magic techniques?
“You thunder-naked bastard! How insolent you are! Did you think the dream demon’s fight was just such a physical fight?”
When our eyes met, we couldn’t take our eyes off of each other.
I try to turn my head, but my face doesn’t move as if someone grabbed my neck from behind.
I’m not a pretty woman, and I don’t have a hobby of making eye contact with men like this.
The hot snort made it a distance to touch each other, making it feel worse.
He raised both hands and thought about digging into his eyes his, but his arms his didn’t move either.
I felt a strange burden on the face of the little guy who was approaching me little by little.
I have no desire to rub my face with men, really!
“Hehe, be afraid!”
“Oh shit, are you gay? Aren’t you going to clean your face?”
“Sounds vulgar!”
It’s frightening to see him gradually approaching, using an old-fashioned way of speaking like a young nobleman somewhere.
A distance close enough that your wrists would touch if you stretched out your arms in a state of eye-to-eye contact.
It was scary in a different sense than the threat to life.
“Dream Demons are beings in dreams… If you want to kill them, you have to compete with their source!”
[Constellation, Unforgotten Sin opens the source of the Dreamers]
[Forcibly open the source of the constellation, lethargic Nightmares]
For some reason, the protruding system covers my eyes.
Yeah, I like this better than having a snowball fight with men face to face.
As I was thinking that, the surroundings started to change again.
A plain spreads behind him.
A blood-stained plain with broken old weaponry lying around.
A black wave approaches from the end of the plain, which anyone can see looks like a battlefield.
From cows and lizards that walk on two legs, to savages with the heads of dogs and pigs.
A group of monsters that you would see in a fantasy RPG are approaching with a thud.
“You, damn you, that’s plagiarism!”
Seeing a giant with a catapult hanging from its back, such swear words come out of nowhere.
Is it the effect of the raging emotions from earlier?
It’s a different race, but it comes out in vain at the mass market
It reminded me of the ring movie I liked in my previous life when I saw a catapult hanging from the back of a giant and seeing a little dwarf clinging to it.
When I think that the gay dreamer in front of me plagiarized my favorite movie from the other side of my memory, my quiet anger surges up again.
“Hehe, little boy. I don’t know what your origins are, but you’re so insignificant!”
“What is the source?”
“You don’t even know that? He’s a guy with no roots. A dreamer is a being in a dream, and just as sperm and eggs exist for life to conceive, the dreamer needs a dream that is the basis for it to be conceived.”
The sound of thumping footsteps approaches behind the guy who talks leisurely, and the sounds of leather drums and horns disturb his ears.
Is that fantasy army the nightmare that destroyed his world his? A lot is really a lot.
“An army of monsters that destroys the kingdom’s knights, elves’ army, and dwarven golems! This is my nightmare, you insignificant bastard!”
From the far left to the far right, even if you turn your now free head all the way, an army of monsters filled from end to end of your field of vision.
An army so huge that you can’t fathom how many there are, continues to approach.
Certainly, a number that could destroy a fantasy world set in the Middle Ages.
“It doesn’t even compare to your little nightmare. Under! What can I do with that humble piece of iron?”
A lump of iron?
Hearing that, I turned my head back, enduring the pain that seemed to break my neck.
Just as the army appeared behind him, my nightmare appeared behind my back his as well.
Seeing that scene, dozens of thoughts jumbled up in my head.
First of all, this bastard in front of me is a guy who is far from modern society.
It seems that he is from a fantasy kingdom and he does not know much about human science.
Isn’t this on this continent? I want to, but he doesn’t have that…? I wonder if I don’t know about a tyrant who burns with fire.
And, will that affect me?
My dreams won’t hurt me
Please, I don’t want to die in my dreams-
Between the thumping and intimidating footsteps, there is a shhhhh and the sound of the wind cutting.
An airplane with a slim, silver-gray body.
In order to intercept it, a wyvern or a dragon in their army flies high into the sky and emits flames.
Regardless of that, the sound of the plane continues.
To the point where I suddenly thought that I wish my nightmares would go away.
‘Fuck, I really don’t care, do I? Please, please, please, please, please- Cheer up, wyvern, at least shoot it down!’
Haha, are you afraid of my dragoons?!”
When I close my eyes, I hear a man’s voice.
Even more terrifying, closing my eyes made me feel like my hearing was sharper.
The sound of thumping footsteps, the sound of booming drums, the ferocious howl of a dragon soaring through the wind,
The sound of the wind cutting through the various screams.
You can hear the sound of the wind cutting quickly, and the sound of the engine of the plane flying heavily.
All the sounds disturb my ears, so I don’t know how many there are behind my back.
Because of the tension, I feel sick to my stomach.
One thing is for sure, even though I closed my eyes tightly and covered my face with my hands, a dazzling flash penetrated and illuminated my vision.
Thankfully, it’s not hot.
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The only reason I was able to survive was that the subway in my neighborhood was so deep that it was also used as a nuclear bomb shelter.
I went to meet a friend who works part-time at a convenience store inside the subway… After that, it was hard to speak properly because I was distracted.
Suddenly the ceiling collapses, people scatter up and down and run,
The long escalator suddenly caught fire and there was no way to go up.
If there hadn’t been a fire, I would have died too.
Anyway, our world perished without knowing why.
Did North Korea go crazy and strike preemptively, or who fired retaliatory nuclear weapons after seeing a radar malfunction?
Somewhere on the Internet, there is also a retaliatory nuclear missile attack program.
I heard that if you press a button, it will continue to shoot missiles even after searching for everyone.
In any case, no one who deserved to know the truth survived.
Office workers on the way home from work, college students who came for a drink, students trying to cross by subway because they were too lazy to wait for the crosswalk signal.
What do they know about retaliatory nuclear war?
After that, reality changed, like the game I played, like Metro.
People who wear gas masks for fire inside the subway and go outside to get daily necessities instead of a mat or something.
From people who dig up collapsed underground tracks to people who use their dexterity to make furniture and tools out of junk.
The subway station became a village, and the subway rails were all torn down and recycled.
There was hope enough to rebuild humanity if only radioactive monsters had not appeared.
To say that I am the last survivor is not to say that everyone but me was searched after all.
Was the ventilation system screwed up or was the location discovered by the guy at Seoul Station?
It’s true that foreign countries don’t know what happened and that Korea is the last one, but anyway, they searched all over.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare awakens part of the source]
[The constellation, the source of the unforgettable sin will be destroyed]
[Obtain Nightmare Fragments: 14EA]
I don’t know why they carelessly bring out other people’s nightmares.
