Chapter 106 – 106. Japanese Slavery (Modified)

It was obscured by the shelves and piles of books, but it was easy to see that the four Japanese were fully inside the shrine.

I thought the precious slaves who would open the box in the shrine would find it on their own. It’s the best timing.

Eun-ji, who had already melted into the darkness, was aiming for the guys behind them through the ceiling, and Harin was also getting excited and asking me for permission to come out.

In the case of Heeseon noona, when a battle broke out, she did not fall from the side of the Buddha statue, fearing that they would steal the box placed in front of the Buddha statue and run away.

‘They can’t see in the dark… Even if there are those who can see, not everyone will be able to see.’

After all, they were carrying lanterns. To be able to carry a lantern in peace in the forest infested with all kinds of ghosts, monsters, and beasts. Maybe they’re stronger than I imagined.

Moreover, it seemed that none of them had any skills related to presence detection. This is your chance. A chance to capture them all before they find us.

“Coconi Tashkani Nanikaar… (There’s definitely something here…)”

“It’s soda…”

The Japanese even entered the warehouse in pairs. Divided means easier to capture. With what kind of courage did they scatter? Are you confident in your own skills?

I lowered my voice as much as possible and told Harin to help Eunji. Eunji and Harin are in charge of the two that went to the right, and I capture the other two.

I ducked and waited for them to pass me. Soon, two ignorant Japanese walked past the table I was hiding behind and into the storeroom where the Buddha statue was. If I leave it like this, Heesun noona will find out.

Now is the time to catch them. We moved in the direction of enslaving the Japanese rather than killing them. You never know when you might get another minesweeper.

By the way, the one I was assigned was a woman wearing a miko-like outfit and a man wearing a katana.

“Rruhe!!”

“Hehe!!”

“Omae and Nanda!! (What are you guys!!)”

Just as I was about to unleash his tentacles, the man with the katana turned his head and looked at me. It seemed that he felt popular. Almost at the same time, the priestess looked behind her and only screamed as if she was taken aback by my appearance.

In response, the swordsman with a katana pulled her miko and sent her behind him, then cut off her flying tentacles.

Could he be the shrine maiden’s escort? Even so, it is useless. The swordsman who was unable to sever the tentacles protruding from both of her hands was eventually caught by me.

He didn’t want to let go of his sword until the end, but when he reversed his wrist, he let out a scream of pain and eventually let go of his sword.

“Hee… Hee…”

She is a miko who stupidly tries to get away from me without even thinking about running away.

“Hmm…”

She was a very pretty woman with her frightened face. Of course, that doesn’t mean she can avoid my tentacles. I ejected her tentacles from her. She was caught in an instant, and the shaman struggled and struggled.

“This is over! There!”

I asked because it seemed like the battle was over, and Eunji answered.

“I got it!! However! I’m a bit hurt!!”

“Who!!”

“Japanese!! My arm was torn and there was a lot of blood coming out!! When Hwayoung sees her, she will taste it again. That’s Eunji unnie.”

Fortunately, the two appeared to be unharmed.

“Take them down for now. I’ll enslave you bastards and go there!”

“All right!!”

“Yes!”

“Jun! We have… A muzzle and a leash, so come slowly!”

We brought a muzzle for suppression that seals the Awakeners’ abilities when they enter the forest, and a training rope we bought from a peddler. If you have 2 of them, you can neutralize the Awoken easily.

At that time, the two Japanese people who were captivated by me did not understand our conversation and recklessly cursed at me, as if they thought that it was still possible for their colleagues to save them.

For example, ‘Baka’ or ‘Kuso’. I don’t know much Japanese, but I know that Kuso Yaro means dog shit. In the end, I didn’t want to listen to it anymore, so I pecked the swordsman who was swearing at me a little more with my tentacles.

-Pud deuk…!

“Kisaamaa!!!”

I tied tentacles around the screaming bastard’s mouth to block out her sound and stared at her shaman. The shrine maiden, who had been angry at me for saying Baka Yaro until just before her, shut her mouth tightly and shook her head with her tears welling up. The man’s body made a sound that shouldn’t have come out and his joints were breaking, so he seemed to have lost his fighting spirit.

[The opponent has succumbed to you.]

“He surrenders without needing to be tortured.”

These days, not many people give in easily, so I always saw blood, but this Japanese woman made a gesture to give in right away.

“Good.”

I put her shaman on the floor and tried to tell her to kneel. However, I realized that the conversation didn’t work, and I thought about it for a while.

‘Get on your knees’ in Japanese…’

In the end, she kept saying it because the only words that came to her mind were naked dogs. Because Dogeza also has to kneel down on her knees.

“Do Geja.”

“Me, Nandezka..?”

“Let’s do it. Doggeza. I don’t know? Let’s go!”

“Ah.. Wakattayo… Okoranaide Gudasai.. Ko, Kowaides.. (Ah.. I understand… Please don’t be angry. Muh, I’m scared..)”

“Fuck, what are you talking about…”

I can’t figure out a single thing. Later, those who survive among these will be forced to teach Korean. Eunji can speak some Japanese, but she doesn’t speak, read, and write like a native. Above all, what are we doing to learn Japanese? Of course, slaves should learn Korean.

“Huh…”

Soon, the priestess, with tears like chicken droppings dripping down her face, knelt down on her floor in a very respectful manner and bowed her head. As she stays still, she tells me to stand up in Korean.

His expression is looking at me like a madman. He looks up at me as if he doesn’t know what he wants. What? Is it a rogue who wants to seek sympathy from me by appealing to her cuteness?

I grabbed her shaman’s hair and tried to make her sit right on her knees. You have to press her thumb on her forehead to use the Slave Brand skill.

But what the hell was this Japanese woman thinking? Her tears were dripping down as she tried to pull my pants down. The Japanese swordsman, who was watching her, bit her tentacles and screamed. Maybe the two were lovers.

If communication is not good, it becomes difficult to get the desired result.

Anyway, I pulled out my cock and pushed the Japanese shrine maiden out of her mouth as she tried to bite it, then stamped her forehead. She’s not my slave, and she’s not a reliable woman like Harin, but she can’t suck her vitals.

[The player ‘Nanase Sora’ has been enslaved.]

Hehe…”

The woman must have felt that something was tying her down. Even after being enslaved, she rubbed her forehead for a long time. I’m not sure if that girl’s behavior itself is innately cute or if she’s just trying to bewitch me.

Anyway, I punched several of the dwarves who were glaring at me with furious eyes, and then thrust a ceremonial dagger into their necks.

[The player ‘Nanase Hiiro’ has been enslaved.]

Judging from the fact that the man and the priestess had the same surname, they seemed to be siblings. Although the appearance was completely different. The shaman’s side looked pretty, but the swordsman’s side looked like a Japanese lamb.

Anyway, after enslaving him, he healed his broken and swollen wrist. As soon as his wrist healed, he whispered something to me in Japanese and took care of the fallen katana.

Seeing what I treasure so much, it seems like it’s a keepsake of my grandfather… It looks like it’ll break if I bump into my ghost sword. It might be a special item, so I stole it and checked it, but it wasn’t even an item. It looked like it was really someone’s keepsake.

“For now, both of you follow me.”

Even though we can’t communicate, it’s good that we understand orders. The two followed me with a look of despair as if the world had ended. Since their bodies move half-automatically at my command, they probably thought that it was over.

“Brother. Here. This man is hurt.”

“Let’s see… Huh…”

When Heesun noona, Eunji, and Harin went to the Buddha statue they were waiting for, a man with glasses was sobbing, biting his lower lip.

Next to him lay a gyaru, trembling as the paralysis still hasn’t healed, probably from a paralysis dagger. The gyaru barely rolled her eyes to check me, then bit her teeth and shook her teeth as she saw the priestess and the swordsman lowering her head behind me and avoiding her gaze. I wanted to swear, but I was paralyzed, so even that seemed impossible.

Anyway, he’s a real gyaru. Her tanned brown skin and her hair dyed yellow… Her breasts seem a little big, but she’s not very pretty. Out of the face The shaman’s side is much better.

“Now, let’s see.”

First of all, I treated the pale glasses man’s arm with the flesh he kicked, as if he had shed too much blood.

“Ah! Pressure! Eupup!!”

I quickly covered the screaming man’s mouth. There’s nothing good about the sound leaking out. It’s a safety zone that I’ve been looking for, but I can’t give you an excuse to be attacked.

In the meantime, Eunji and Harin closed the entrance to the warehouse. I called back the jet-black wheel that I had sent out for reconnaissance and ordered it to cling to the outer wall of the old bookshelf. Now you know ahead of time what’s coming.

Then he enslaved the glasses man and the gyaru. When Eunji pointed her sword at them and asked if they wanted to die, they both shook their heads as if they didn’t want to die and gave in to me.

“Whoa. Still, he was full of confidence enough to enter these forests.”

“Are all four strong?”

“To be honest, I don’t know if I’m strong. These are all special jobs.”

“Oh…”

First of all, the first miko he captivated was a strange job named Shin Tomiko. From what I can see, it seems to be a job that handles barrier arts or various techniques, but it was a shaman just as it appeared. The swordsman is said to be a samurai, but he seems to have received special treatment from the Japanese. I wonder if Korea can find a dedicated job.

Next, the gyaru was the most ordinary job among the four, the chief, and the glasses holder was a job called Onmyoji, but Eunji told me that it was an onmyoji. This also seemed to be a special job exclusively for Japanese people.

‘Somehow, he was walking around with a lantern so damn peaceful…’

It seemed that the monsters and ghosts couldn’t even approach it because there were a shrine maiden and an onmyoji in the team. In fact, there was only one samurai in direct combat, but they are good enough because they can keep the biggest threat of the forest from approaching.

“These two are lovers. These two are siblings. Step-siblings.”

“Huh.. For some reason, when that bastard touches this woman, she froths… There must be a reason.”

The glasses man and the ugly gyaru were lovers. They look like a typical otaku and gyaru couple. Both are ugly And the two of them, the older brother, the swordsman, seemed to have a crush on her younger sister.

Now, that love can’t last forever.

“Hey. Open this box.”

I immediately ordered the gyaru. There is no more time to delay.

The gyaru stared at me and gulped.

“Come on, sleep! Hey, wait. Ore sees many of them.”

“This bastard. Can you speak Korean?”

“Joe, Jogeun is not Hazur.”

Nervous at the thought of having to open a box that doesn’t even know what his girlfriend is, the glasses man asked me to do it for him in broken Korean.

However, I rejected him.

“No. Hey what are you doing open quickly.”

“It sucks…”

Of the four Japanese captives now, the most useless is that woman.

The glasses-bearing Japanese guy who uses various techniques and the female version of the onmyoji, Sora-chan, are my precious personal possessions that I must take with them to the end as much as possible.

Also, that stupid-looking samurai is a bit better class than the average warrior, so it’s worth it.

On the other hand, that ugly Thief Gyaru, besides just stealing, is sloppy in combat and has worse stealth than Eunji. I don’t even like the look, so it’s perfect as a throw away. If that bitch dies this time, it’s the samurai’s turn next.

-Click

Soon the gyaru picked up the box and opened the lid.

“Oh..”

Inside the small wooden box was a gemstone that shimmered with green light.

[Eight Cheok Gyeong Guok: A magat with divine energy.]

As explained that it had divine energy, I didn’t feel any dangerous energy at all.

Rather, it has a clear and pure energy. It was as if the scent of Heeseon noona’s chest could be felt in the gemstone as well.

As I picked up and held the magat, I felt that my fatigue level was a little lower. Does it block the aura of the forest?

The moment I thought that, the ground suddenly shook.

[The shrine’s fetish has been stolen by an unknown player.]
[The gentleman’s barrier is slightly weakened.]
[The sleeping giant turns over.]
[There are two more castings left.]
[Find all fetishes and enter the shrine.]

“Damn it.”

Information on shrines and castings was leaked.

“Now everyone will go looking for castings..”

“The competition is going to get more intense… It’s driving me crazy.”

According to the glasses man, clues to shrines and shrines appeared randomly after catching and killing missing people.

It’s just that I’m lucky enough to get all kinds of information in just two attempts. If I’m avoiding missing persons or if I’m unlucky and don’t get information, there will be plenty of cases where I don’t even know the existence of the shrine.

But just now, the forest vibrated and the information about the shrine and casting was leaked to all the players in the forest. From now on, the fetish heist will begin. It became a battle to see who would be the first to collect all three fetishes and enter the shrine.

This was a story no different from telling each other to die, kill and die. The forest still wanted more souls.

‘Furthermore… The fact that the giant tossed and turned… Is embarrassing…’

I think if you acquire the fetishes placed in this shrine, the seal will be broken and the unknown monster trapped in the shrine will gradually regain its strength, and eventually, if you open the shrine’s barrier with 3 castings, the sealed monster will wake up completely. Want.

The God Idol is a means to quickly regain the power lost upon awakening. Or, it may be a structure in which the seal is broken due to time over when the god idol is completed after eating a certain amount of the player’s soul.

Anyway, there is a boss mob at the shrine we have to go to.

“Kasetsuga Hitotsu Arimasuwa…(There is one hypothesis…)”

Then the glasses man spoke to me in Japanese. Eunji, who was next to me, took those words and interpreted them to me.

“Brother. In this person’s opinion, the three castings must be Samshingi.”

“Three Gods?”

“Yes, a bronze sword, a bronze mirror, and a sacred magat. These three things But… It doesn’t sound like you’re telling us to fight the giant with this, right?”

“I felt that way too… It seems to be telling me to fight the giants sealed in the shrine with the Three Gods… And get the god’s idol.”

Heesun noona, who was listening to my words, started washing her face as her face turned blue. She was embarrassing enough that her fighting prowess wasn’t very high. She must have been under a lot of stress even while she was getting here right now. How embarrassing it must be to have to fight a gigantic monster now.

But I’m also confused. They say it’s a forest of missing people… I even feel that the operators are doing their best to make players into missing people.

“Whatever. In the end, I have to kill him to get out of this forest. Right?”

“Right.”

Harin said that she wanted to get out of this gloomy forest as soon as possible, and she regained her motivation.

“Let’s take a break here for now. It’s like a safe zone here.”

“Yes!”

It took a lot of time to get here. Since the sun does not rise, fatigue management must check the watch and keep checking. And it doesn’t matter to me, but the rest of the party has lost their magic power from the battle just now. When I could rest, I had to rest and recover my mana.

We roughly gathered the old books in the warehouse, lit a fire, and boiled the ramen we brought from the mart. Thanks to the inventory full of ramen, even though the number of people increased, everyone had enough to feed. Although the Japanese slaves drank like crazy, saying it was too spicy.

While taking a break from eating ramen and digesting something, I approached Sora Nanase, who was crouching in the corner.

There’s something I’d like to confirm with her personally.