Chapter 199

Episode 199 In the end (1)

“Good luck. Proving that ventilation systems can’t keep up with cigarette smoke. “If you report it, the company will applaud and invite you to help improve the ventilator.”

A friend with yellow hair opened the front door and came in without hesitation. They changed the entire system to prevent entry without permission, but now it seems like physical means are being used.

“By the way, your parents gave permission.”

“Where in the world are there friends like this?”

The guys who were putting the torn down door aside were talking about something like that.

“...get out.”

“Seeing as you’re not denying it, I think you too have a chance. So, how about taking a step forward and quitting smoking? “At least for the sake of the obnoxious non-smokers who come here often.”

“Oh, why are you fucking with those shoes again?”

“Leave it alone. “I guess they’re planning to make Big Dipper angry and give him strength.”

Annoying. I chewed the cigarette I was smoking and focused my attention on the game I was playing. Sabak. The wide pants blocked one side of my vision.

“Rain—.”

“The cute non-smoker asked for it, right? Then you have to listen, right?”

Before I could get angry about not being able to see the game screen, the cigarette in my mouth popped out.

Tutu, tutu, tutu, tutu.

Additionally, the character also died. This happened due to a mistake in judgment when the view was blocked.

The no-death glitchless speed run broke right before the end. It was my first speedrun, and I guess people shouldn’t do things they haven’t done before.

“Oh, Big Dipper’s angry expression. “It’s so fucking precious.”

“If you don’t get angry after something like that happens, that’s a disaster. crazy. Wow, I’m the king.”

Fuck.

As soon as the death sound effect played, I threw the game console and covered my face with my hands. How can you do that too? The anger and sadness welling up hit my head. My eyes became hot for no reason.

“Are you crying? “Are you crying?”

“what? The Big Dipper is crying!?”

“Guys, what do you do if you ask a crying person if he or she is crying? Just open the window. “Because the smell of cigarettes is so strong that I’m going to die.”

“Lee Jang-hwa, you are the biggest piece of trash, so don’t make fun of me by pretending to be considerate, just shut up. “Kim Tae-gyun and Kang Jeong-hee, you guys also tease each other in moderation.”

“Wow, the scholar has arrived!!”

“You’re an old man! Run away!!”

“Wait a minute, Seolrim. I feel unfair. “What did I do?”

Meanwhile, another person joined. A scholar who is a fan of shoes, chicken, and tea leaves. All the guys who normally hang out gathered together.

“Kang Jeong-hee, you close the curtains and open the window. Kim Tae-gyun, you pick up your clones. “Lee Jang-hwa, you should act like a fool and Tae-gyun will help you pick up the trash.”

“Yes, medal.”

“Wait a minute, if my alter ego is trash, then I am trash.”

“Kya... I didn’t cheat! “Now that I see Park Seon-rim, I see that he’s a master at framing false accusations?”

“Janghwa, that’s fooling around. So shut up and pick up the trash.”

The loud voices are familiar, yet irritating. No, I was grateful. Thank you, but I don’t like it.

I was embarrassed to be seen like this and I hated being forced to stand up. Please leave me alone. I couldn’t figure out why it was bothering me.

“Wow, it’s unfair. “I was picking up cigarette packs even before I was told to, so people thought I was being rude.”

“No, it’s true that you look like you’re making fun of your shoes.”

“Dakganjeong, are you like that too?”

“Stop fighting and look at this. Look at the trash. “I don’t think you even emptied the inside of this bastard’s vacuum cleaner.”

“where? Wow, it’s true. This is my first time seeing dust piled up like this. “This is what happens if you don’t empty the vacuum cleaner on time.”

The dark room becomes brighter with the curtains open and the lights turned on. It removes the mustiness of air that was previously sealed and filled with cigarette smoke. The same goes for floors and furniture full of dust and trash.

“I didn’t even do the laundry. “What have you been wearing all this time?”

“Seonbi, there’s no hope in the refrigerator? “I guess I can’t cook.”

“...Well, I was going to leave anyway, so it’s okay. But I need to clean out the refrigerator. “Throw it all away.”

“okay.”

“Seonlim, I almost used up all the tissues. “Maybe I should buy a new one?”

“Okay, good job. Also find out what’s lacking. “I should buy everything by now.”

Even the laundry bucket that bulged because I didn’t think about washing it.

A refrigerator full of instant ingredients and no cooking ingredients.

Other necessities that get messed up because you don’t pay attention to them.

“Go...”

“Friend, if you are a human being, you should speak like a human being. “You may have given up all of your dignity as a human being, but that doesn’t mean you have to revert to an animal’s language habits.”

“You fucking bastards, go...”

“Yes, we are humans, so we can’t understand things like animals. So I’m not going. I won’t go. “If you want to be alone, Big Dipper can return to human form and ask you again.”

“Scholar, can I just hit him with my boots?”

“Try it later when you leave.”

The body that had been curled up and crying was forced to stand up. “If you can’t ask, let’s go.” The hand holding my arm was so strong that I couldn’t shake it off.

I prayed. The meister who had just kicked out the customer also committed similar actions. It looks like they’ve finished engraving the formula on the object as they are praying so hard at the sky.

“ask.”

What he did next was to throw the finished product to me. It also meant asking for magical power.

The first time was “I’d like to ask you a favor,” the second time was “I’ll ask you a favor,” and now the third time, “please” is a bit ridiculous.

widely.

Somehow my hand caught it without even looking. Black magic power was infused.

“shit. Is there no response again?...”

Of course, there was no response this time either. There was no light or vibration.

“Put it on the shelf.”

Still, there may be a similar case as last time, so I leave it on the shelf.

I placed the items on the nearby nightstand, regardless of whether Meister was swearing or not. The work was done with one arm placed over the eyes and the other arm alone.

“Huh...”

And so a long time passed again. The meister, who didn’t know if he was taking on a new request, doing something else, or conducting his own research, was stretching.

Crack.

A cool sound rang out.

Again and again.

He got up to stretch and moved to one side. I think he’s going to check my equipment.

His presence moved towards the reagent bottle containing my coat and vest.

Crackling.

The movement of air and the sound of something being torn apart touched my ears.

“I’m going to turn. What happened to these clothes? “How did they make it like this...”

But it looks like there was no conclusion this time either. The Meister groaned.

“The most infuriating thing is that this thing is being restored on its own without any cost. “Do you really not know why this is happening?”

It’s a bonus that the sparks flew even to me. There is nothing I can answer even if I try to explain it like that.

“I would rather understand it if this were some kind of material that had the ability to regenerate itself. But if you look at the structure, it’s just an ordinary substance...”

Well, that’s right. So I guess it’s actually something that can be recycled, but they’re pretending it’s made of different materials. The bonding structure can be changed freely.

“...What did you say just now?”

“...?”

Oh no way. Did I just say that out loud...?

“Pretend? “Something else?”

“...I thought that might be the case.”

It’s going to spin, really. They say I have no brain, but that’s just as well. Can you express your thoughts in words? I must be crazy.

“Shut up for a moment. The combined structure... freely...”

However, the meister immediately defeated my efforts to somehow make up for the problem.

It was fortunate that they didn’t know my concept well and didn’t even notice that this was a kabung.

“Combined structure...!”

Instead, he muttered as if repeating the words I had mentioned. It looked quite crazy, so I slowly raised my upper body with my lowered arms on the couch.

“It was a pretty good idea for a bunch of muscles, so I commend you!”

It was at that exact moment that Meister shouted Eureka. It was somewhat unpleasant for him to dismiss me as a muscle mass, but he seemed to like me so much that I couldn’t bear to criticize him.

Unlike me, who just said something without going through the thought circuit, he seemed to have come up with a solid hypothesis.

“ruler.”

At that time, Meister threw something.

“If you know the structure of the joint, you seem to have quite the brain. If you have that kind of brain, don’t waste your time sleeping and read a book. “Insert knowledge into your brain, which is barely usable.”

It was a pile of books. From magic books to alchemy books that are close to science, guidebooks for all kinds of materials, manuals on how to use tools, various production books, etc.

Since I couldn’t sleep all day, there was nothing wrong with having something to read... but it was a bit absurd. This gives me something to kill time with.

“Okay, if it was actually a different material, the experiment we can do now is... Oh wait. If this happens, the time to process requests becomes unclear. “Umm.”

I was about to get angry at the concept, but I gave up after seeing the meister fall into his own world.

Anyway, if Meister was in my group, I would have been angry, but he is still just a relationship that will end with time. I didn’t want to waste more energy on him than he already had.

Tap tap.

Instead, I looked at the book he gave me. The countless piles of books really serve only the purpose of imparting knowledge.

“...?”

But it wasn’t just one of them. ⌈Broken Horn⌋ No matter how you look at it, it was a novel, whether it was the title or the writing style when you first opened it. Considering how thin the book is, it might be a fairy tale.

Seeing that it is so different from the other books, it seems like it was accidentally mixed up when I gave it to them, rather than intentionally given....

Well, no matter if it was a mistake or not, thank you from my point of view. Even so, I don’t have much free time right now. It’s hard to get the knowledge into my head.

Palak.

So I opened the cover of ‘Broken Horn’.

⌈ On a day when the moon hung over the roof of a high tower and the discontent of the tavern illuminated the darkness, a boy set foot on the street.... ⌋ The

book is not old, but the cover is still close to new, and the text is slightly different from the modern one. The curtain has been raised.