Chapter 100: Anyway, they sold, right?

Chapter 100: Anyway, they sold, right?

A convenience store located somewhere in Seoul.

At a glance, it seemed like an ordinary convenience store, but there was one unusual thing.

The entire refrigerated food display... was filled with custard pudding.

No matter how well pudding sells at this store, one would first think there must have been some mistake.

As if to prove that, a stern-looking man pointed to the puddings and spoke softly.

“Boss, what are you going to do with all this?”

“Here we go again...”

“I told you not to touch the orders... No, why did you order so many puddings in the first place? Who’s going to buy all this?”

“Well, that’s...”

The rough-looking man, the one called the boss, scratched his head sheepishly and sighed as if embarrassed.

‘If I say this, he’ll probably look at me like I’m an idiot.’

He couldn’t even understand why he had ordered so many puddings.

The reason he ordered such a large quantity of custard pudding was... simple.

...He just felt like he had to.

Ah, if we’re being precise, it wasn’t just ‘because.’

He wasn’t sure if there was any connection, but he had that thought after dreaming of something blue, as usual.

‘Does it have something to do with the dream...?’

Thinking that way, it seemed a bit absurd.

He wasn’t buying a lottery ticket after having a dream but ordering a ton of pudding.

Even if it was the work of something, he couldn’t know the purpose....

He thought it might be some kind of cute prank.

...In the first place, it was probably just an inexplicable urge that came over him like a curse.

“Boss?”

“Uh, well... Anyway, if it seems like we can’t sell them all... what should we do?”

The employee who had been looking at him with puzzled eyes sighed deeply and replied.

“What else can you do? You’ll have to take responsibility and buy them all.”

“Oh dear... What money do I have...?”

“Don’t you have any saved up? Like a savings account?”

“Hmph... You’re telling me to use my savings to cover this hole? Are you crazy...?”

“Isn’t the crazy one the boss who placed such an absurd order?”

The man had nothing to say, so he could only let out a big sigh without retorting.

“...If we really can’t sell ‘em, guess we’ll have to give some to the nearby orphanage or somethin’.”

“You know you’ll have to pay for them, right?”

“I know! I know!”

Ugh, this cold-blooded bastard!

But since it was he who would be at a loss without him, the man simply took out a pudding from the refrigerated display and tore open the packaging.

Ah, this is delicious.

Surely someone will buy these, right?

The man, sensing the gaze on him as he ate the pudding, muttered softly.

“I’ll pay for it later, so don’t look at me like that. Someone might think you’re the boss.”

*ahem*

The employee also averted his gaze, feeling like he had been too obvious.

*jingle*

As the bell hung at the entrance rang, a customer entered.

“Welcome.”

“Welcome!”

The woman wearing a hood pulled low seemed startled by the enthusiastic welcome, shrinking back and giving a slight bow as if in greeting.

...She also seemed surprised to see the man standing blankly in front of the counter, eating pudding.

Anyway.

The woman’s gaze fell upon the pudding in the man’s hand, then turned her gaze to the refrigerated section.

Then, with what seemed like excited footsteps, she approached it.

And picked up the puddings with both hands.

The woman, cradling five puddings in her arms, approached the counter to pay for the puddings, then left the convenience store with a satisfied smile, unlike when she entered.

“...I made it on the way here.”

After muttering that, he... I mean, the chef disappeared as abruptly as he had come.

What the chef left behind was...

Behold!

Pudding.

A large quantity of pudding, enough to fill the big bowl.

Moreover, it looked much more refined than the pudding I ate that day.

That time, he had made it in a real hurry, but this time, it was clear he had put in a lot of effort.

...Although it was served in an unsightly bowl thanks to our precious piglets.

Wait a minute.

Why did he only bring the bowl?

The spoon?

Does he want me to eat with my hands?

I was starting to feel a bit of anger towards Kim Cheonsu.

The door opened.

Focusing my gaze in puzzlement, I saw Kim Cheonsu approaching with a spoon in his hand.

“Hmm... I forgot this.”

I wanted to believe in him!

I wanted to think that way, but this was a bit... strange.

Was he the type to take care of others so attentively?

No, he’s good at cooking, but isn’t he bad at taking care of such details?

But... he came back just to give me a spoon?

“Enjoy your meal.”

I took the spoon he handed me and blankly watched him leave.

...I don’t know what’s going on.

Well, good things are good.

It felt a bit off to just brush it off like that.

Still.

As the saying goes, a good meal is the best medicine.

For now, I decided to enjoy the pudding he left.

The slimes that had gathered around extended their jelly toward the pudding, so I blocked them with the spoon.

I stopped the slimes and scooped the pudding into their bodies.

As I was feeding them the pudding... I felt a strange sensation.

When I swallowed something called an “anomaly,”... it seemed to come out in the form of the slime.

This time, there was no sign of that happening.

Come to think of it, Jungsik... was something I spat out to suppress something uncontrollable in me, didn’t he?

Does that mean I have to feel something like that and spit it out this time, too?

I don’t know.

...It would be nice to have something like a status window.

Actually, maybe a status window would pop up if I spoke?

So, being unable to speak is the default setting.

It was a thought that only made me realize I had read too many novels, so I ate the pudding and watched the slimes jiggle around.

Well, it’d be good for me if no more mouths appear here.

Thus, after finishing all the pudding in the large bowl with the jellies, I patted my protruding belly and left the room with the sphere.

Come to think of it.

Does it... not need to eat?

Does it eat something like electricity?

While having such silly thoughts, I entered the management office.

Han Seori was seen pressing her temples with a face that looked like she had a headache to deal with.

Sensing danger, I slowly backed away.

“Ah, you’re here.”

But Han Seori was faster at noticing my presence.