The Milk Hunter Couldn’t Stand It 276

Chapter 276 – The Way to Become a God

The nursery school prayer room was the atmosphere I remember.
Cozy and comfortable.
It’s nostalgic and nostalgic, and the memories of childhood remain in the place and linger.
It was my favorite place.
A teacher I liked.
I was happy when I prayed with her in her place.

I make eye contact with the teacher looking back at me.
The person who took care of my childhood and left the nursery school early.
She is an ordinary person
Before I grew up, I left the Gyeonggi Southern Special District to find another job.
At least not the ones who will be here.
Even now, more than 15 years later, the face is the same as then.

“Are you the system?”

I asked.
The “Road to Become a God” Scenario is a quest handed down by the system.
The only thing that greeted me in this space was the system.

“System? You called me that It doesn’t matter how you refer to it. I am just me.”

A being that conveys messages when the hunters awaken.
A presence that encourages you to become a god by providing a status window, inventory, and other convenience systems.
She is commonly called a system.
Or called God.
It is clear that they are not human beings, but beings who set the laws of the world.

“I have a question.”
“Ask me.”
“Why did you take the form of a teacher I knew? She almost mistook it for you.”

If my childhood teacher had been the stasis of the system, she might have passed out.
Her appearance so suddenly came as a great shock to me.

“Do I look like your teacher?”
“Yes?”
“I am me. You see me as the most like me within the scope of your understanding, but what you understand does not determine who I am.”

She is not human
A high-dimensional existence outside the scope of human cognition.
I pulled out her visual form to the extent I knew it to see her.
She became the teacher I know.
I understood her meaning at first glance.

“I am the one who establishes the order of the world. Neither the system nor the gods are me. I am not what you perceive. You can’t perceive the entire universe just by looking at the sky. You just borrowed the concept of a teacher to see me.”

I understood what you were talking about.
I can’t see her in her my sense of her.
I don’t understand her with my ability to think.
If she’s human, I’m dust.
I was looking at her by the standards of her dust.
It is my struggle to recognize the existence of another dimension.

“In that case, I will ask. What must I do to see you?”
“That is impossible. I am God according to your standards. In other words, it is an ideal being. As a human being, you can only think of me, but you cannot see me.”
“Is this possible if I am a non-human god?”
“Yes, but the moment you shed your human skin, you will not be yourself, but an ideal being. At that time, the concept of seeing becomes meaningless. Because I have no eyes.”

She laughs mischievously
As she said, somehow I can’t see her.
It’s best to just recognize him as a teacher.

“I have a lot of questions I want to ask, can I ask all of them?”
“Yeah, take it slow.”

She was looking at me with a round smile as if she were looking at her little child.

“Why did you make the world this way? Hunters and monsters, systems. Why did you make us fight among ourselves?”
“I made the laws to make the world. You grew up within the law. Even if you don’t like the rule, you can’t break it. Then the world will cease to exist.”

She understood the hidden meaning of my words and spoke.
Even if the creature has dissatisfaction with the world, it is not her intention.
She only had to lay the groundwork by creating order.

“Now, for example, there is the law of universal gravitation. You exist because of this law. The order of universal gravitation is absurd, so if we eliminate it, you will disappear too, like this.”

She erases universal gravity from space for the sake of explanation.

The nursery school disappeared without a shape.
I struggled in the realm of her ideas and came back caught by her universal gravity that she had reestablished.

“Yes, since we are beings born within the laws, we must follow the laws to maintain our existence. All right. Then why did you create this world?”
“Because it’s boring.”
“Yes?”
“As if you were playing a game or reading a novel, I made a rule and created a world out of boredom.”
“…”

We are not that important.
An imperfect being created with little attention.
I decided to ask only here about the reason of the world.
Looking back, I have nothing to be ashamed of.

“Then what is an archangel? Why do you want to destroy the world you created?”

Asked more important and realistic questions.

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“The archangel is over. If I have created a novel called the world, you are the one who writes the novel, and the archangel is the one who finishes it. End of the world. It is a reasonable completion within the scope permitted by order.”
“Why was an archangel born? Why should our world end?”
“Because you wanted it. You made the archangels.”
“Yes?”

She explained in a calm voice.

“There was an item that represented the world. 7 special items you have. Its previous owners called upon the Archangel and made a wish. Destroy the world.”

I widened my eyes.
The former owners of special items include the Elf Queen, the Great Wizard, the Slayer Dragon, and the King of Knights.
Did they make that wish?
That the world is dying because of it?

“I was not involved in the Archangel’s event. Because it was a legitimate request within the law.”
“Wait a minute, this is nonsense! Special items representing our world? These demons are certainly not ordinary objects, but isn’t that just a fantasy world thing? Even if they prayed for the destruction of the world, there is no reason for our world to perish?”
“The system world and the fantasy world are connected. The archangels do not even affect you. But as you said, special items do not represent the system world.”

She looked at me and said.

“That’s why we created a system. In order to select the representative of your world, to block the will of the archangels and to collect 7 special items to create a properly qualified god.”

She told the secret story of the birth of Hunter and the system.
She said it was to elect representatives who, like archangels, would represent the will of our world.

“You are the supreme and god of your world. I have earned the right to decide the existence of the world according to the order I created.”

There was no reason why the order was created this way.
Because I am a being born in that order from the beginning.

“So you’re saying I can choose the fate of the world? Now that you are qualified.”

If you interpret the meaning of her words, you will come to such a conclusion.
I am the god of the system world. Decide the fate of our world.

“As I said, the fantasy world is connected to the system world. You are the representative of the system world, but the archangel is the representative of the fantasy world. Go to the archangel and prove your will.”

대천사의 목적은 멸망.
난 멸망같은 건 바라지 않는다.
두 세계의 대표자가 만나 누구의 의지가 강한지 겨룬다.

“너는 내가 정한 시험을 통과하여 대표자의 자격을 얻었지. 그러나 아직 그에 걸맞은 격을 취득한 건 아니야. Get the last reward of the system.”

She said why she called me.
대표자임을 알리고 그에 걸맞은 격을 선물하기 위해서였다.

“보상을 어떻게 받는지 너도 알고 있겠지?”

스르륵 머리카락들을 목 뒤로 쓸어넘기고 원피스의 앞단추를 풀고 있는 그녀.
그녀의 말대로 내가 강해지는 방법은 명확하다.
Milk hunters become stronger as they suckle.
시스템이 주는 보상은 그녀의 젖을 빨아 신이 되는 것이었다.

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“…”

단추 세 개를 풀어헤친 그녀.
선생님의 포근한 속살과 가슴골이 드러난다.
But I did not touch her milk or asked with her mouth.

“Why?”

The teacher asks why she is still.

“I’ve always wondered about this too. Why did I become a milking hunter?”

Milk Hunter is a sucking way to become a god.
I was always curious about the reason I was a milking hunter.
I have never used milk for five years since I was awakened to reject my characteristics, and I was forced to accept the reason for the reason for the reason for the reason.
She asked her and found out how the world was made and the significance of her system.
But I still don’t know why I’m milking hunter.

“I didn’t set your characteristics. We just developed all of the system world in the most talented direction under the same conditions. “
“Is it a talent for milking?”
“You know that too. You came all the way here because of milking.”

Yes, I know I’m good milk.
He was more milked than anyone else in the world and became the representative of the system world.

“I know I’m good milk. But I became a milk hunter when I was not good at milk or I didn’t like it. This characteristic is a scam. “

I didn’t want to be a milkhunter.
The characteristics of the milk hunter made me like this.

But she sees me and smiles at her mouth.

“너는 정말 착유를 좋아하지 않았니?”
“Yes?”
“오히려 착유에 누구보다 진심이지 않았을까? 그래서 5년 동안 고민한 거고, 깊은 고민 끝에 착유를 네 방식대로 받아들인 거고.”

That I was serious about milking?

“I am not a result maker. I am the one who tells you the results. The milking hunter was made by your will.”

She said firmly.
When did I ever want to be a milking hunter?
When did I?

나는 억울한 마음으로 그녀를 쳐다보았다.
Then she suddenly realized.

The nursery school teacher looking at me.
A kind and benevolent person.
단추를 풀어헤치고 가슴을 드러냈다.
She is a form I made.
Similar to the god I recognize.

여기는 어렸을 적 내가 좋아하던 보육원 기도실이다.
I was happy when I was with her.

난 그녀를 어머니처럼 생각했다.

“I wanted to milk?”

See her again.
원피스 단추를 풀어헤친 그녀는 봉긋한 가슴골이 드러난다.

I grew up in an orphanage as a child and have no memory of breastfeeding.
I only harbored vague fantasies about breastfeeding.

Why did I want to milk

I thought of her like her mother.
I loved her
I loved praying with her and her here.
As her orphan, I had her fantasies about her.
She does if she were my mother.
She wants to be loved.
I wanted to drink her milk here.

Haha.”

Suddenly, a blank laugh comes out at the truth that passed through her head.

Haha.”

Hope Orphanage was a place connected to the church.
It was merciful and peaceful, but it was also just as stern and serious.
I believed in her and wanted to be her good person.
I couldn’t lie.

I wanted to drink her milk.
I hoped that the teacher would not leave the nursery school.
I wanted to remain as my mother and love her.
But a good man couldn’t say such a thing.
I lied.
I don’t want to be milked.
I don’t like that kind of pervert.
A lie that even deceived me.

I wanted to be her child and suck her milk.
I wanted to be loved.
I wanted her mother
She had already left, and she couldn’t ask for that.
The desire to milk remained in my heart.

“Ha ha, haha.”

I realize it when I see her in front of me with her clothes half undone.
Wasn’t this the scene I wanted?
Could it be that, like any normal child, he wanted to drink her mother’s milk?

Haha.”

Laughed
He laughed heartily and also laughed heartily.
I brushed off the emotions that remained in my heart and wiped away my regrets.

“Right, sir. I wanted to be milked I wanted to be milked and loved more than anyone else. That’s why it has such a characteristic.”

Tears flow as I laugh happily.
I was more serious about milking than anyone else.
To the extent that he imposed restrictions on himself and strictly controlled his desires.