Noru， Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 183

Chapter 183 – Hyehoon’s Lucid Dream (2)

Actually, this is embarrassing to tell others, so I kept hiding it.

After coming to this world, I couldn’t even dream of a family.

Now that I think about it, that was odd. When I started to live on my own or at the training center, my fucking ex-girlfriend and my family dream came out in a 4:6 ratio.

As if those days were a lie, since I came to this world, I couldn’t stop dreaming of having a family. It’s fucking ineffective.

When I was in my first year living in another world, I couldn’t remember my parents’ faces, so I looked for a painter. I asked a famous painter to draw a portrait of my family, but maybe it was because I couldn’t remember the face. The result was nothing like our parents.

Well, anyway, so what I want to say.

It is said that I was very happy to be able to see the faces of my father and mother after about 1500 days, even if it was a dream.

“It’s North Lake. W Sit down.”

My father poured soju and sat down on a mat in the meadow.

It’s been 4 years since I came to this world, so my father must have been over 53 years old, but he looked like the father of my childhood.

Was it when I was 5 years old He is the same age as when he took me to the Han River, saying he would show me the scenery of Seoul. It may be because my father is the clearest thing my unconscious remembers at this time.

“Yes. Father.”

I sat down and looked around to see if anyone else was there. But all I could see was my mother watching the stars.

It’s broad daylight where my father and I are, but how does my mother see the stars? Anyway, Veronica didn’t seem to be there today either.

And is it because it is a dream with no other invitees? My thoughts and actions were more swayed by the stream of consciousness than usual.

Why is it that such a disorganized development is already expected?

“You are this son of a bitch. You know, since I found porn on your computer, did you fall asleep with your daughter-in-law without even contacting Abby?”

─It’s hard. Why can’t I forget the sound of opening a bottle of soju? After pouring soju, my father filled a 2000cc beer glass with soju.

I hope you don’t ask how I poured 2000cc of soju with one bottle. Since it was a dream, it wouldn’t be strange if a dinosaur sucking glue passed by.

I confessed my conscience to my father who filled the beer glass like that.

“Actually, I still haven’t memorized the address of the house my father moved to when I was in the military. To be honest, even if I go back to Earth, I might stop by the police box first.”

“I’m proud of you, my son. Okay, pour yourself a drink.”

“Yep.”

─Little. I poured alcohol as I had been taught by my grandfather, who was a Confucian Taliban. My father hit a 2000cc one-shot.

“Haha! It tastes good.”

My father wiped the foam from his Viking beard.

To be honest, the red beard attached to the skin of the yellow race was a bit bizarre. Now I feel like I won’t be surprised no matter what happens.

So I drank my cup too. When the synthetic alcohol-like taste of factory soju hit my throat, I suddenly missed home. My father, who became agitated by the one-punch of 2000cc factory-made alcohol, spoke in a twisted tone.

“You dude, I’m not saying that you have multiple daughters-in-law.”

“Okay?”

“Okay? Not go! Why do you, a guy like me, get married without a meeting and report after the fact!”

─Bang-bang! He knocked on the table and his father got angry. Where is the table from? Is it a summons?

“How many times have I told you that the thing I hate most in the world is after-action reports? Ok? Dude, I thought I was grown up after being in veterinary school, but I heard that everyone was very talkative.”

My father, who had blown the bottle with an emerald soju bottle, ate egg rolls as a snack. Then he took another drink from me and clicked his tongue.

“You’re not. If you bring your grandchildren later, know that it will be your memorial day. Before you give birth to your grandchildren, bring your daughters-in-law and come up to see their faces. Got it?”

“Yep. I will be careful.”

After answering that, I smiled bitterly with a hazy head.

This wasn’t my real father, it was a dream I came up with. Maybe my brain was thinking that I want to say my regards to my family quickly.

If you think about it, is this also dream therapy? When I laughed like that, my father put down his chopsticks as if the alcohol had run out.

“Why does Jjashik look like that? Did you understand?”

“Of course.”

“If you would have known, that would have been enough. Business isn’t going well these days, so I can’t give you pocket money, so take this. It is a good word to cultivate patience.”

─Thump! A long frame like a full-length mirror protrudes from somewhere.

It’s like a phrase written in Chinese characters that is always there in old houses, and it was the same as the one hanging in our house. I laughed because I had searched for what that meant.

“No, father. I’m a good son, so I haven’t said anything until now. This is a compilation of aphorisms from Chinese characters. Well, it’s not a quote written by a great person.”

“Of course. Because I made it I also wrote the text.”

“Why is my family so bottomless and bottomless?”

I don’t know if it’s a fact because it’s a dream, but it doesn’t feel strange even if it’s real.

The Kang family I know have been non-religious for generations, but my father and grandfather were people who liked these things.

Aren’t there adults like that sometimes?

Among the books on the counter in the bookstore, ‘150 Proverbs to Help Your Life! If you read 3 books a day, you too can become a Buddha!”

My father was just such an overachiever, and my father’s influence on me was great.

Although I read more of the rootless Poems that I often recite on the Internet.

“Now, tell me what it means. On the nine winding roads of Byeonsan–“

“Father. You can stop. The respect I secretly harbored for my father has now evaporated by half.”

“Don’t inject the road. When this father was young, he only had a part-time job at a gas station for a week and a half.”

“I will make it an heirloom. Let’s talk about it later.”

As soon as I put the picture frame in the inside pocket of my coat, my father climbed on the motorcycle, seemingly satisfied.

“Have a good day. Abby goes to work.”

It’s a red Chinese motorcycle. I remembered being hit on the back by my mother while I was working part-time delivery after I retired for a while. Damn, my dreams are all historically proven in places like this. I was startled and stopped my father.

“Ugh. Father, is it a big deal if you drink alcohol and drive a motorcycle?”

“It’s okay. I’m going to turn on Beast Return.”

“Ah. Then it will work.”

I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’m convinced. ─Rurrureung!! His father did a willy on a Chinese motorcycle with the front wheel erected.

A Chinese motorcycle speeding down the road at a right angle of 90 degrees.

“Wow, I think I’m going crazy.”

As much as I clumsily remained rational, my brain couldn’t keep up with this situation and I was in trouble. Then her mother, who was watching the stars, brushed her knees and got up.

“Hmm. Are you done talking?”

The mother in the dream was a green-looking 20-something, and she brought her mule, from which she did not know where. She was like a dirty horse.

It looks like it’s about to fall down and search before Jerusalem can be seen.

“Yes. Honestly, I wonder what this all means.”

Even though my consciousness was hazy, I was aware that this was a dream, so I thought that all of this was a bit of a waste of time.

Maybe it’s because I went to the otherworld of bugs a while ago. It may be that the experience of wandering around another world, like when I first came to this world, made me miss the old days.

But the mother, who was sitting on the side of her mule, shook her head.

“Who doesn’t have any worries or hesitations? Even opponents who seem perfect are suffering from misunderstandings on the inside. That’s why you, Nord, don’t have to force yourself to imitate others.”

“Yes?”

Do you imitate?

At the slightly out of the blue, I replied indifferently, then woke up when I saw her mother’s eyes.

“Who are you?”

That this guy is not my mother.

Their appearances were so similar that I could misunderstand them, but the words and atmosphere were completely different.

Kind eyes as if watching a growing child!

It was a seriously unmotherly look. My mother was a serious double-faced person, so I don’t remember seeing her with such a warm look in her eyes.

Kim Seon-hee, a half-hundred-year-old, 1,000-year-old man, ran away with side dishes in my room like a snail snail.

My mother, who went on a trip to Jeju Island and saw her horse, got scared of her and beat her up with a carrot, gets on her mule, and she kindly addresses her son, who has been missing for over three years?

Even with a name other than my real name?

It’s a dream, but it’s not like the words of the world, so I stopped and came to my senses.

Above all, my mother and father are 100% true native Koreans.

If my parents had been some of the world’s greats, honestly, I wouldn’t have bothered to find a way to get back to Earth.

According to the reversal of national rules, this is my parents’ hometown?

Then it was absolutely inevitable that I came to this world. Just as the third generation of Koreans born in the United States learns Korean, this will be my roots that I must go through.

But it couldn’t be.

That’s nonsense, so I made finding a way back home the goal of my life in another world. I, who have lived in harmony with my family, cannot adapt to this world and live like a person from another world.

It would be fine if it was the main character of a novel, but when I thought that my parents would be filming a human theater on Earth while I fucking filmed a veterinary student in another world, I couldn’t settle for a different world.

Even if I am an unfilial fool who is dreaming of my parents in another world for the first time today.

At the very least, if you’re a human child, there’s a duty you have to protect.

“Who are you? You are asking a question that is very difficult to answer.”

I said so only verbally, but the so-and-so in the form of her mother seemed delighted when I discovered her identity. Did she not care if she found out, or did she just want to be noticed.

If it’s the latter, is there a reason why you can’t reveal your name yourself?

Anyway, the exhilarated so-and-so changed his tone to his own and said.

“I used to have 99 nicknames and 41 pseudonyms, but I lost them all. The me who is talking to you is just an arrangement left by me in my past life. As an analogy, you can just think of it as a spirit that reads to you.”

“It’s an arrangement from before.”

It must mean that the body has already lost its life.

With that said, I roughly put up a few candidates for who this guy was. And to the extent that I have to borrow the mouth of a character in my absurd dream, there is no strength left in that ‘arrangement’.

The more her head rolled, the more I began to feel that it was not long before I woke up.

It was worth it. Because dreams are waking up when consciousness is clear.

“… Was it your plan that I came into this world?”

My question came about because of these circumstances. There was a mountain of things I wanted to ask, but it was a shame to waste the remaining time on TMI.

But so-and-so is surprised and embarrassed by my question.

“Are you talking like I’m in the dark? Did I do something suspicious to you?”

It was as if my question was an unexpected question, deep in my fucking heart.

It didn’t suit the reaction of the alter ego of the main god who reigned at the pinnacle of a mythological system, so it left a bit of an impression on me.

“Honestly, don’t you have any doubts? Oh, should I use honorifics?”

“No, there is nothing like that… Wasn’t the word “Arrangement” A bad word?”

So-and-so, with his head twisted, spoke carefully, as if choosing his words.

“I know you have doubts, but that is overthinking. [Miðgarðr] The only remaining gods are fakes and losers. Calm down. You are neither a plaything for the throne of God nor a slave to fate.”

“Yes?”

“Eww… I don’t believe you. It seemed so. Now I can only ask you to believe.”

I tried not to show off, but it seemed like I was caught.

Rather than saying that I couldn’t lie, it seemed that someone had a good eye.

“Still, trust me on this. I fear and hate the word fate or prophecy the most in the world. That’s why I want you guys to live in a chaotic future.”

So-and-so said and pulled the witch’s hat on the side of the blindfold. Mr. So-and-so, who had ceased to be her mother at some point, said it as if she wanted to say it.

“I will say it over and over again. You are free So you don’t have to imitate me or anyone else. I don’t think I’ve lived a good enough life to be imitated by others.”

The dizzy-eyed main god tapped the mule’s side with his foot.

The mule, seeing its owner sitting sideways in the saddle, stood up and changed its body. In the blink of an eye, the mule had been transformed into a dependable gray horse.

“Hmmmm.”

How can I express that? It felt more like a horse-shaped tank than a fucking horse.

I think I’ll fall behind if I fucking mess around. Wouldn’t my upper body explode as if it had been ground in a mixer with that horse’s back kick? It feels like something like an active volcano is walking on eight legs. The world was surreal, so I wasn’t afraid to look at it.

“Do not forget. Don’t fall into madness, tame your anger. We must not be ruled by madness that is not ours. If you do that, anger will become the driving force that increases your strength.”

So-and-so, riding on a charismatic big horse, shook his hand and greeted me.

Then he pulled down his hat and winked.

“Now, this is the advice I leave from my past life, and from here on, the advice I leave now. Will you listen carefully?”

“Are you still there?”

“Even if I wanted to do more, I couldn’t due to time constraints. It’s only occasionally that I get to watch your fights.”

The so-and-so, who had only what he had to say, stuck out his tongue.

“There is only one piece of advice from me! If you are my heir too, you will be more active and cool!”

“What?”

“First of all, fix your naming sense, and then actively attack the girl you have a crush on. By the way, are you a herbivore? Is it your hobby to make a girl approach you first? Not even Sleipnir.”

【Hee hee.】

When the gray horse cried in protest, so-and-so kicked her in the side as if to tell her to stay still.

It looks like it could jump over Taesan in one run, so that horse seems to have a more timid personality than I thought.

“Anyway! Names are important! Did you say Even I alone had 99 nicknames and 41 pseudonyms! What if I build one here?”

“I don’t need it. When you’re done, go home. I think I will wake up soon too.”

On Halloween, I issued a congratulatory order, as if kicking out Jammin who covets sweets.

Then, the god, who did not know if it was a five-headed dog or whoever it was, flew away emptyly like fallen leaves.

“Ahh!! This!! It’s a floating feeling similar to when I was kicked by that hammerhead–!!”

So-and-so flying on a fluttering gray horse.

Is it because of its lightness? I realized that because she was always in her dream, she could speak and exist as if she had her own self.

Mr. Oh flying over there was nothing more than a daydream, no longer existing anywhere in reality. Just like the cabin Veronica built in my dream the other day.

To use a 21st-century analogy, it might be close to playing a previously recorded video on the screen of a movie theater. Since he was a god, he could have created at least an avatar.

【Hee hee.】

The gray horse bowed respectfully at me.

Then it flew up into the sky and bit the nape of the fluttering so-and-so. ─Geek. So-and-so groaned and stretched like a doll whose thread had been cut.

He doesn’t have a damn bit of charisma.

That crazy hot idiot is sometimes treated as a neighborhood drum in Shinhwa, but I guess it’s all because of that.

I took my eyes off the visions of flying gods and demons and focused my consciousness. ─Rest. As the white sun in the sky shone, my consciousness began to emerge from the dream.

─Flash.

I woke up in bed and opened my eyes. Veronica was putting a blanket over the cat.

【You woke up earlier than I could.】

“Uh.”

I thought about asking Veronica about the dream I had today, but Veronica, who had transformed into a god, opened the curtain.

【Tell me when you wake up. It’s dawn soon.]

The sun burning the ridge of the mountain shone like a bald head.

Soon it was time for the sun to rise.

We’ll have to talk about it later if we want to go to the bicorn holy ground. I nodded and put on my gear.