Chapter 359 – 359. Rewriting the Dead

As we got closer to the old man who seemed to be a merchant, he was the first to open his mouth after staring blankly into the air.

“Oh, you are the first guest.”

“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you.”

The peddler was dressed similarly to the peddler, but gave the impression of being a bit older.

If I couldn’t tell whether the peddlers were middle-aged or young, I felt that the peddlers were obviously old.

“Okay, if there are things you want to sell, show them, and if there are things you want to buy, pick them out.”

“Oh…”

I didn’t bring anything to sell right away, so I just checked the items that the merchant had lined up.

‘The effect is ambiguous…’

Things were fine.

Most of them were mediocre japtem, and the account creation card in between them caught my eye. Still, it’s an item, so I’ll have to shake it off.

Maybe other survivors will buy it and benefit from it.

“Give me everything at once.”

Coins were overflowing, so I bought them all.

By the way, if you buy all the items that the Merchant NPC sells, your affinity will rise quickly. And once you have an item, it becomes useless.

“Heh heh. Thank you.”

The shopkeeper smiles broadly as he puts all the purchased items into a large-capacity magic bag. Soon he stopped laughing, looked around him, and told me about a ‘rumor’.

“It was a good deal. New items will be in stock in 7 days, so come again when you have time.

“Yes.. What is it?”

“That’s right, they say the entrance to the catacombs will open next week. If you come back to me next week, I’d like to entrust you with a request… Is that okay?”

“A request? Sure. I am amazing at resolving requests.”

Hehe… You’re really trustworthy. Then come again.”

“Yes.”

After saying that, the merchant closed his eyes and immediately began meditating.

Something strange old Rather, it seems that the Catacombs were not opened this week right away.

‘The catacombs have been postponed until next week…’

From now on, what I have to do is go into the infinite hell and examine the situation, and use the Apocalypse to create my own religion.

Paimon’s manor and black market are rebuilding well on their own, so you don’t have to worry until they contact you right away.

First of all, I’ll go to Mugan Hell, found a religion in Hell, and sneak into the Forest of Corruption.

But it’s really embarrassing, there’s a lot of work to do.

If there was no penalty for the clone technique, I would have made about 10 people with the same long aim as me right away.

It’s a shame.

‘No… If you made an alter ego identical to me…’

They probably killed each other until the last major aim was left. I know myself best. If you create an alter ego, that alter ego will never want to admit that it is nothing more than an alter ego.

It’s definitely going to be a bitch. Yes, even if I think about it, being alone is the most appropriate. If there are more than one Jang Jo-joon in this world, it seems that nothing but trouble will happen.

‘Ehh…’

In the end, it’s something I just have to work hard for.

Others are dying right now… You should be thankful that you survived so wonderfully.

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As soon as he returned to the base, he introduced Ri Chae-wook and Ryu Yi-sam to Ju-ha, saying that they were the ones brought from the North. Then, Juha frowned and asked if he was leaving the two to himself.

“Be friendly with your compatriots.”

“Ugh.. I don’t like it.. Don’t call me compatriots. I’m just a South Korean now.. No.. Kheum. No see.”

“No.. Juha.. You couldn’t even fix your dialect.. South Korean.. You are North Korean. Don’t keep denying your identity. Your character surname comes from being a North Korean..”

“Ah.. Ah. W, you misunderstand English!”

“Therefore. Maintaining identity is meant to maintain self-identity..”

“Now, don’t keep saying difficult things! Okay! I hope Aurabang is smart!”

“Ah.. Juha..”

Juha blushes in embarrassment at the short bag strap.

If it had been the original flow, I would have hugged the cute Juha and went straight into the warehouse and had a bout.

No, before that, I would have already eaten rice cakes with Harin at the motel, the last course of the walk.

No I must have done the overdue homework with Yewon. Ahh. Why do you think I’m the only one who can’t have sex?

‘Shit…’

Even though there are so many women, you can’t mate.

Currently, the only women who can fully accept my abnormally large groin are Mer and Cheshire, Helde and Ayla, Keker and Zerakiel.

Except for them, normal player women couldn’t hold her if they went in more than halfway.

As you can see just by looking at Shim Eun-jung, who died right away, with my body, whose durability and strength stats have now surpassed 1,000 won, it would be a real big deal if I were to fight with a normal person.

If you forcefully drive it in, you might die as it really meant.

But you can’t just sleep with people you can have sex with. If that were the case, I’m sure there would be a serious gap between women… And cracks would open.

The second awakening also seems to be the most urgent problem.

Anyway, I told him well by stroking the shy Juha’s head.

“First of all, these two are going to be girls soon. Juha, you take good care of me as a prospective sister. Please.”

“Yes.. Yes? No, aurabang… What did you just say? These two will become women…”

“Do, comrade!! What is that…!?”

“Go, what kind of nonsense is the red pepper running openly, but becoming a girl!! Whoa..! No way..”

“Sacrifice for the cause. Lee Chae-wook, Ryu I-sam. You are going to be a mother for your children.”

“Oh no!! There are people who won’t lose!!”

“I surrendered because I didn’t want to sacrifice myself!!! What do you mean by this!!”

I covered both ears as if I couldn’t hear anything. I’m sorry, but it’s a sacrifice that can’t be helped in order to turn the jet-black wheel into a big-breasted witch.

In the first place, slaves were brought in to do this. Since ancient times, slaves are ultimately human scapegoats.

“Then..”

Leaving Juha and the two North Korean spies behind, I entered the underground warehouse where the idol of God was enshrined.

“Hmm…”

“Ha Eun-ah.”

“Ah, master brother..”

As expected, there was Son Ha-eun in the form of a skeleton with a musty smell inside the basement.

By touching the corpse. He’s probably working on some weird undead again.

“Huh? That…”

“This is a high-ranking man caught on the way. Would you like to take a look?”

“Ah.. This is the High Dead..”

Ha-eun looked around at the high-ranking dead who were grumbling and gnashing their teeth, and she immediately made a decision.

“Owner’s brother. This.. Um.. What should I say. I think the battery is dead.”

“Huh? Are the batteries dead?”

“Huh. It’s not accurate. There are traces of something missing.”

Richie Ha-eun, right before the second awakening, was probably correct.

“Hmm… Paimon. Isn’t there a house writer bar?”

[That, that’s… The one who’s already died isn’t in my jurisdiction…]

“Okay? Hmm. Who is the expert on the laggard?”

After I came out of the warehouse and was thinking about it for a while, I saw Eunha, who was sucking on an ice cream bar that I didn’t know where it came from.

It also seemed that she was hanging out alone, leaving her older sister Juha alone.

Of these sisters, if one is sincere, is one necessarily unfaithful..?

No, so are the Han sisters. Her younger sister, Ah-reum, is diligent, so her older sister, Ah-ram, is lazy all the time. The Lee sisters, who came down from the North, have a no-nonsense attitude towards their younger sister, perhaps because her older sister is very sincere.

It’s amazing.. First of all, I have to scold Eunha.

“Hey! Eunha Lee! What are you doing there Why are you playing secretly by yourself!”

“Huh? Oh!”

“Hey!!!! What’s the look on your face!! Come quickly!”

“Ah..”

Lee Eun-ha quickly chewed and swallowed her ice cream, as if not wanting me to take it from her, and ran to her frowning as if her head was pounding.

Then he came in front of me and took a deep rest and took a posture.

I admonished Lee Eun-ha by pressing her right nipple.

“Hey, are you playing around with your older sister educating the newcomers? You are missing these days.”

“Oh, no.. Ugh…”

“Stay calm. Don’t keep running back.”

“Ah.. Pervert.”

Eunha muttered and twisted her thighs. As she wiggled her fingers with the intention of teasing me more, she looked at Eunha at her high-ranking dead, who was sitting stupidly next to me, in bewilderment.

“Yes? How are zombies here…”

“I told you beforehand.”

“Ah…”

Basically, the dead do not invade schools with god idols. Even if they invade, they feel pain or try to escape quickly.

However, as a result of degenerating the god’s idol with ectoplasm made from the solitude that the galaxy spewed out together with Hellus, it was possible to designate those who could enter and leave separately.

Mushroom people or parasitic hosts that are not restricted by the barriers created by god idols fall into this category. Dyurahan and Son Haeun, a rich man, were able to roam relatively freely inside the barrier.

Anyway, Eunha stared at the high-ranking dead who was sitting next to me and was making a stupid cry and tilted her head.

I don’t want to get scolded for pinching my nipples, so maybe I’m pretending to be something else for no reason? If it’s Eunha, that’s probably enough…

“What. Why? Are you trying to change things up again, even though it’s nothing special?”

“No, not that.. This. This is a bit strange…”

“Huh?”

It doesn’t seem like this was just to divert my attention.

It was as if he could see something in the eyes of Eunha, a curs doll and spiritual predator.

He must have felt something because he sensed the spiritual energy better than I did.

“Hmm… This is…”

I listened to her.