Episode 207
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”
Shoot Ahah —
Jin -sung leaned his head with a falling water from the shower booth. A sigh came out as if the tension was relieved by the stream of water that melted away the fatigue of the whole body.
He went to the gym as soon as he got up to clear his complicated mind, but even after doing heavy squats for the first time in a long time, his mind seldom emptied his mind.
Even more so, it could be said that it was a woman’s problem that was no different from Sukmaek to Jinseong, and it had enough potential to make the person involved suffer from headaches.
That’s also true, because Jinseong, in his previous life and now, is a simple muscle pig who only knows games, money, and exercise, and his brain activity rate is remarkably low when it comes to other things that require his brain to be used.
“Well… I’ll be able to do it somehow… It’s not like I did it on purpose…”
Tiriririri~.
Jinseong passed the alarm bell at the gym’s entrance to one ear and fixed the Boston bag for exercise. He could feel the eyes of an unfamiliar person behind him, but he was trying to ignore it.
The super sense in the game couldn’t be activated in real life, but the owner of the gaze chasing him was not able to achieve the perfect stealth as in AC, so he was able to notice it.
Even more, the fact that there were three of them instead of one made Jinseong feel quite uncomfortable as he walked over the villa pretending not to know.
“Is he mad by any chance…”
“Why do we have to catch up like this?”
“That bird… is a bad bird… so that’s right, unnie!”
“Anyway, this is a bit…?”
Minjun Geumhwa Hyeeun.
It seemed that after the misunderstanding (?) of Gwang-sik’s misunderstanding in the past, Jin-seong was treated as a garbage man of the world, and it seemed to bother him.
“Stop following me. It’s not even kidding. What are all grown ups doing together?”
“Hey?!”
As Jinseong suddenly turned his head and said, Minjun and Geumhwa drew in their breath. It was because the appearance of Jinseong, who appeared as if he had waited as soon as he turned the corner, was very sudden.
Of course, they also followed Jin-seong, not to follow him, not to follow him, not to follow him around in a conspiracy to do something to him.
Therefore, the party could not help but feel as if they were receiving the karma (?) of the past in return, not to mention that they couldn’t even argue against Jinseong’s outburst.
“Hyung, isn’t it airing time in a little while? It seems like you were late last time, but if you keep being late, viewers will be cut off. Really. Then the company won’t take it kindly.”
“Uh uh! thats right! It is not!”
“and you. Even if it’s a gold spoon, you have to take care of your workplace. Are you going to throw away everything that is going to fall on me and come back? Aren’t you going soon?”
“That’s right, brother to me…!”
“Hye-eun didn’t see it like that, so it’s surprising. Of course, I’m really sorry that Minjun hyung and I had a hard time getting caught between you and me, but he wasn’t someone else, he was someone who couldn’t manage his own schedule while hanging out with these two?”
“No, that is it. I think Jinseong can think that way enough. In fact…”
“I think the misunderstandings between each other have already been sufficiently resolved by Gwang-sik’s brother. Hye-eun said that Min-joon took a useless step because of his brother’s request, and I had just closed the connection, so it seems that he pushed me without hesitation. It’s not that I have bad feelings for Hye-eun, so I hope you don’t waste your time by following her like this. Right now, Gwang-sik hyung is busy. You know.”
At the same time, they were rapid-fire words that left the listener speechless while dealing with 1v3.
“Then stop. Have a nice day.”
“Hey hey! Jinseong-ah!”
rattle!
Soon after, Jinseong passed the front door of the villa and waved his hand behind his back.
“…my head hurts and I’m going to die.”
Jinseong put his Boston bag for exercise on the side of the living room and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. Even if it wasn’t the three villagers surrounding him right away, there were not one or two concerns surrounding him.
Because of that, he was a little harsh, but it wasn’t such a big deal, like I was taking a shower at the gym and organizing my thoughts.
It was just a simple happening between people who were worried about him, so at this level, you could think that it was roughly finished.
If you think about why Hye-eun had no choice but to enter her house password among the words she heard from Min-jun the other day.
Although he didn’t know it, he could vaguely guess that some kind of problem was gradually developing in him.
According to Min-jun, after successfully completing the live streaming of the twisted portal, Jin-seong did not return from the Shantalia ruins and went down to the Patreon Sea area and was not contacted immediately after.
‘I haven’t been able to get in touch… I’m sure…’
“…that’s strange.”
Jinseong shakes off the sleeves of his clothes while looking at himself in the mirror. After taking off her gym clothes, the white henley-neck shirt she wore over her ankles and the tapered slacks that fell to her ankles matched well like a tailored suit.
Although the hair salon he visited after a long time was awkward due to his personality, Jin-seong’s hair was neatly faded with a down perm on the sides and back of his hair in an I-Rivig style, which further emphasized his sportiness.
So, Jinseong put a black single-layer coat over his shoulder and glanced at himself while stroking the tip of his shaved chin.
The 8-headed, reliable muscle pig reflected in the mirror was definitely his own image, but the more he chewed on the words he heard at Gwang-sik’s cafe the other day, the more he felt that his image was unfamiliar to him.
‘Obviously I’ve never turned off the messenger function. Even after passing through the legacy of forgotten heroes and the red and white barriers of Hildebrinho de Garcia, the community did not have any problems. It was because I kept thinking about who had succeeded in fortification and notifications about sieges. But why…’
Jinseong moved out of the hanger and opened the refrigerator door. As he took out the carbonated water he liked, the chair at the living room table dragged to the floor and made a dull sound.
Chiik—With a familiar sound, the green lid crumbled on the table and air bubbles rose one by one.
And Jinseong was just staring at it.
‘I… what the heck…’
Jinseong saw the bubbles of carbonated water flying over the bottleneck of the carbonated water. Beyond that, the Galaxy-M24 Apple, which occupied a large part of the living room, was emitting a soft blue light.
I don’t know what the hell happened, but one thing is for sure, this time, too, it can’t be said that it just happened by chance.
[Notice: The countdown of the Ovo system begins.]
[Time remaining: 119 hours 48 minutes 11 seconds…]
[Notice: The countdown to the final goal of player Damian begins.]
[The final goal: Advent of the Demon King]
[Remaining time: 84984 hours 11 minutes 07 seconds…]
Jin-seong bit his lower lip at the notification of this translucent system window that appeared in front of his eyes.
Without realizing it, I could feel irritation and resentment sneaking up from the inside without difficulty.
The reason he pushed the party just a moment ago was because he was uncomfortable with the behavior of the three people following him.
Apart from that, it was because the < misinformation system > was counting down in real time and made her feel uncomfortable.
‘This is slowly driving me to the edge of a cliff. Just like a frog in boiling water can’t escape and dies in a pot…’
Jinseong closed his eyes as he watched the time on the oboe system drip like the second hand of a clock. The things he had been through so far were flashing before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
From the ruins of Shantalia to the legacy of forgotten heroes beneath the Patreon Sea, to the shrine of Akrasia-yu, where Brunak is enshrined, through the absolute barrier between the enemy and the white.
The problem started to arise when he was sucked into the world of images and met the guardian spirit, Akrasia Yu, and he proposed some kind of sparring.
It was the same procedure as the previous one.
Not long after he started AC, he learned the identity of the Crusaders, and it was the first time he encountered the alter ego of Apostle Aleister Crowley.
After that, his inner self wriggled in things such as encountering the Jokjok Berthas Plateau or the emperor’s guild, and he lost consciousness once in a sparring with his teacher Karen.
It wasn’t just that he longed for power beyond his control, it was also an irresistible choice that he had no choice but to do so.
It didn’t make much of a difference whether he pushed himself to the limit and overpowered his opponent or made the situation itself a victory.
No matter how much he did, he heard advice from Kiren that wasn’t advice: < Be careful not to become a monster yourself >.
In addition, he received additional instructions not to try to substitute his level of commitment from his previous life into his current body.
Even if his fighting style reached an inflection point due to those two things, it was only after he met an opponent of an unapproachable level like Akrasia Yu.
All of that could be said to be a situation where there was no choice but to become a dorumuk.
Of course, any user with a certain degree of venom and grit would be ready to throw their whole body at such a pitched battle, but for Jinseong, who had experienced a change of consciousness several times in a short moment, it could be said to be quite fatal.
It was the inner darkness that was gradually becoming clearer.
In the meantime, I expected that Abraxas would be the assertion of self powerful enough to endanger not only the manifestation of the < misinformation system >, but even me in real life.
It started with the war with Akrasia Yu, which encroached on his mind and body for a while—even if it was the character Damian in the game.
What was able to appear in front of his eyes and reveal his true identity and even his intentions to himself.
It was no different than saying that Abraxas’ power had grown to the point of coming right in front of him, and at the same time, it had become irreversible enough to show that much confidence.
Yes, as Abraxas told him.
This was not merely an opportunity to confirm the identity of the inner being, which was only speculation, but a serious problem to the extent of having to play a tug-of-war in life.
“…Is it really X? I am.”
In the dim semi-basement living room, only Jinseong’s bitter self-help was circling emptyly.
