Episode 62
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“Did you pack everything without missing anything? Medicine, weapons, shields… … .”
“huh.”
“The association sent me some kind of evaluation report or something before. Should I give it to you? I heard it was valuable.”
“Oh, Mrs. Park is really weird. She’ll take care of it. What’s wrong with her?”
“I packed much better stuff than what they sent.”
“Look at that.”
“Yeah… … . You must have done well. But still, okay? If circumstances allow, pack some food, don’t starve, don’t get hurt, and if you think it’s too dangerous, just don’t do it… … .”
“mom.”
“… … .”
A man with his combat boots laced up stood up.
I stared blankly at Mrs. Park, who was holding my hand, and then quietly wrapped my hand around the back of her hand and patted it.
“I’ll be back.”
A simple greeting. That was all.
Clank, clank.
A wind chime rang above the closed front door.
It was a cheap souvenir bought at an old tourist attraction and hung up.
Mrs. Jjandoli bought it for 50,000 won because she heard it would bring good luck to her family.
7 am.
It was an ambiguous time to fall asleep again. Geo, who had been standing behind me silently, rubbed his sleepy eyes.
‘… … Let’s have a good atmosphere from the crack of dawn.’
It wasn’t just a day or two.
Every time Bambi enters the tower, there’s chaos. It’s almost a monthly event.
‘What kind of place are you sending me to die? I thought I was sent to Vietnam.’
If you only consider the risk, the survival rate is incomparably lower than that of overseas deployment, but the Magic King, who has no sense of reality, would not have considered such a thing.
Mrs. Park, who just sighs deeply, and the youngest, who grumbles but cannot leave the front door.
Behind them, Geo stretched his arms and yawned. Whoa.
“But aren’t we eating breakfast?”
“… … .”
“I smelled bear soup earlier. Did Mrs. Park eat the bones? Ugh. I told you, I don’t like bear soup.”
“… … .”
“I guess I’ll have to sprinkle some salt on it and eat it. Did you cut up some green onions? What are you doing, Mrs. Park? Give me some food quickly. I’m hungry.”
Her bob cut that looks like a magpie nest, showing how hard she slept. The pillow marks on her cheeks that tell anyone who sees her, ‘I had a great night’s sleep.
A third-year student scratching his chubby belly, visible through his crumpled pajamas.
‘This poor thing… … .’
Before Gyeon Geum-hee could even give a sign to read the mood, it looked like a gift set for a group of people with a fever.
“……go.”
“huh?”
“Get out! Get out now, you wretch!”
“Hee, heek!”
First, the flying shoehorn.
The various odds and ends that follow and the flashy Sansukyungseok on top of the shoe rack.
“Hey, Mom! Calm down! If you get hit with that, Sister will be taken away!”
“Let go of this! Oh my, I even had a dream about a dragon giving birth to that! I gave thanks to my ancestors for giving birth to a cat and a dragon, and I ate a carp and became a saint!”
[Your Covenant, ‘Reader of Destiny’, is sounding the emergency siren, telling you to evacuate immediately because of the mention of a dream.]
‘Oh, this is like a dream.’
The dream lament was a nagging pattern that came out when Mrs. Park’s anger gauge reached its limit.
It is on a different level from the pattern of Monk Bohyeon of Gangwon-do or the pattern of Seonyeong next door.
South Korea is a country where shamanism has been deeply rooted since before the Tower of Babel.
In such a country, Mrs. Park’s dream about Gyeonji-o was remarkable in many ways.
“In my dream, I was walking down the street when a black cat came and hugged me. I hugged it tightly, saying, “How cute!” It bit me hard. I was surprised and let go, but it turned into a dragon in an instant and ascended to the sky. There were so many stars in that sky.”
「… … .」
“When I spoke to the head monk, he said that a great person who would command the world would emerge, a child who would become a figure of the times and a leader who would open a new chapter in history… … .”
Of course, there were congratulations from the monks and Buddhists around them.
It is said that after hearing the rumor from somewhere, people called Pasi came to see Mrs. Park.
This is truly the greatest dream of all time, in which all sorts of good things appear.
So, the fact that it has gotten to the point where people are talking about prenatal dreams means that it is a very fundamental frustration.
It was an expression of extreme annoyance, wondering how something like this came out of a dream like that.
‘G, G, G, buy me!’
Step, save me.
Kyeonjio ran out of the house holding slippers in both hands.
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The 9th section of the devil.
The first deployment of the Allied Force.
Although the atmosphere in each country is slightly different whenever such a big event takes place, Korea is relatively quiet.
This is because the prevailing atmosphere is to respect the sensitive attack team before the attack.
Accordingly, the media that set up camp in front of the Tower of Babel did not approach more than a certain distance.
Kyeonjio looked at the TV placed inside the neighborhood supermarket.
A panoramic view of the Tower of Babel taken by a drone.
A temporary tent for emergency standby has also been set up and can be seen from a distance.
“How long will it take if I go in this time?”
“I worked hard to raise my son, but now I don’t have time to hold him in my arms. I can’t believe how fast Geo’s mother is.”
“Okay. Geo, you take good care of Mom.”
“Oh my, that’s too much. Sedo’s mom, Arthur. He can’t do that. He’s so blunt.”
If you live in the same neighborhood for a long time, you will know each other’s family circumstances to some extent. The supermarket owner waved his hand and looked back at Geo.
“By the way, Geo, you said you were working part-time these days, but you’re not going? Did you get fired already?”
“No no. I’m resting today.”
They said you don’t have to come out today since everyone will be out at the site.
Geo rolled the peppermint candy in his mouth.
“Please put this and this on.”
“Oh my. I really won’t do it again after the trauma.”
“Yep.”
I gave a vague answer and left.
People on the street going to work glance at the TV in front of the supermarket as they pass by.
Geo checked the KakaoTalk message that had just arrived with one hand. The sender was Bambi Bambi.
Mom’s Son│010-7351-xxxx
━ xx month xx day ━
I’ll make sure to come back before the deadline.
Please take good care of my family
‘Are there about ten days left?’
The weather has been gloomy for some reason, and I thought Mrs. Park was more sensitive these days… … .
Indeed, it was that time.
I was nodding along while checking the anniversary of Gyeon Tae-seong’s death on my iPhone calendar.
Jiiing.
A familiar name now.
Geo accepted it calmly.
“Hello.”
[“You didn’t go to work today, did you? What are you doing?”]
“I was kicked out in my pajamas and barefoot because of Mrs. Park’s hysteria from the morning, and I’m wandering around the neighborhood with a sweet potato I bought on credit while receiving a phone call.”
[“… … Ah. Oh, are you okay?”]
“Yeah. But why? What’s the matter?”
[“I think I found the place that Kang Jae mentioned yesterday.”]
“already?”
This regressor guy really exceeds expectations often.
Baek Do-hyun and Geo checked the name on the LCD screen again.
Yong is the key and the center of the Yoon brothers’ case in Dal-dongnae.
Revenge was anything, anything was possible, but first, I had to find that fairy dragon, another ‘black dragon’.
But according to what Yoon Kang-jae said yesterday, it was purely a coincidence that he saw the dragon before.
He said that he went to the guild to look for Hyung Yoon’s book and happened to be chased down to the basement.
I felt like the atmosphere was strange so I immediately left.
And even that was already 3 years ago.
He says he hasn’t seen her since then. Yoon Ui-seo strongly warned him not to come to the guild again.
“But… … It’s been a while since then. It seems like my brother has been commuting to somewhere other than Seoul. It’s probably been a few months.”
Tamers and their partner summons are inseparable.
So, perhaps the dragon is not in Seoul either, Yoon Kang-jae cautiously guessed.
[“It wasn’t difficult. I registered my business fairly honestly, as it was still within the legal framework.”]
“Where? Is it far from Seoul?”
If you watch movies, you see those dirty guys doing animal testing, making dangerous drugs, and hiding in places like military bases surrounded by barbed wire.
When things like the rugged border areas near the 38th parallel come to mind,
[“It’s Bundang.”]
“……huh?”
[“To be exact, it is Pangyo Techno Valley.”]
Huh?
Geo’s mouth opened at the appearance of such an urbane city name.
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No, isn’t this a bit off?
The magician king, Gyeonjio, stared blankly at Baek Dohyun.
There was a gloomy look somewhere.
“Why are you like that?”
“… … It’s not cool.”
“yes?”
“It doesn’t feel cool… … .”
“What is that?”
“Taking the last train of the Shinbundang Line to come and wipe out the evil organization… … .”
“… … .”
Excuse me. Aren’t you a regressor? Aren’t you the main character of the signboard shop?
The scale is so shabby right now.
If you look at other web novels, they go to different dimensions, take a helicopter to the US, and things like that…
“2,450 won with a transportation card… … .”
Besides, I was so scared that I would miss the last train that I ran in a hurry to catch it.
King Geo, who lives and dies in Gao, who hates being bothered, glanced at Baek Do-hyeon with a disappointed expression.
AKA ‘Honey, honey, is this all you can be?’ look.
‘What, what is it? This feeling like my pride as a man is being shattered… … .’
“No, I thought this would be more efficient because it’s closer to Pangyo Station.”
“Okay.”
Our house regressor is a cost-effective person. Mamma mia.
“… … Are you angry?”
“No. Let’s finish this quickly and go.”
“Then you’re upset… … .”
“No.”
“You have to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it. Come on, let’s go together for a bit, Joe!”
The butler Baek ran after the cat that had turned around first, fidgeting.
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