Chapter 1694 – Gummer Abduction – Life of a Transcendent
It was pretty classic.
A novel that reflects Shuka’s taste as it is.
“Hmm.”
Roughly summed up, there is a closed estate inhabited by a dubious lord and gloomy inhabitants, which has a very unique culture.
Once a month.
Regardless of age or gender, anyone is fine, so one person should be sent as the lord’s servant. Of course, those who are chosen as servants never come back. Old people too. Young man too. All children.
The residents of the gloomy village think the lord is a monster, but instead of running away, they live by adapting to this vicious oppression.
Learned helplessness.
Or the idea that you can’t live anywhere else.
There might be something like that.
“The lord will reward you.”
Shuka added an evil imagination here.
“That’s why every house is competing to offer a child born on purpose as a servant at the right time. The interpretation of selecting a servant is not a frightening ritual, but rather a good opportunity.”
“Shukaya. Isn’t that a bit too evil?”
“Because it’s such a novel. It’s an expression that weak people can be cruel as long as there is an advantage. You can call it a kind of madness.”
It was really absurd. But at the same time, I feel that this is gothic horror.
Doesn’t Shuka really like things like this?
“What do you think?”
“If my father had seen a village like this when he was young, he would have cut all the residents and even the lord to pieces.”
“Whoa, whoa, if you’re a father when you were young, then Paladin days? Or an adventurer?”
“Both.”
“Anyway. Dad.”
Since I was reading it seriously, Shuka, who was excited, started talking to me while rubbing my shoulders.
It’s like a really cute canary, so cute. In the past, Risha also called me a canary, but this is what circulation is.
It has a completely different feel from the novel I am writing, so it has a twisted charm.
“Don’t feel that way. Tell me your real feelings.”
Then you should tell me what you feel.
“This is a bit gloomy and the evil sensibility is soggy. The feeling that this is a gothic horror novel? Originally, such an inhuman thing is bound to exist in such a closed town.”
“Is that right?!”
When I properly expressed my feelings, Shuka, who was completely excited, hugged my neck from behind.
“As expected Daddy! Didn’t you say you robbed a pagan village in the past? I got some inspiration from that too.”
“What was it. What brothers? Manticore? Mist Village? There are several.”
“That manticore story.”
Hehe, just a memory.”
“Read more. That’s the prologue.”
“Yes, yes.”
I’m just thinking about what kind of impressions I’ll tell you, and I’m looking forward to it. I mean, you have a novelist’s temperament. For the sake of such a daughter, I conducted reading very seriously.
“The outsider.”
The beginning of the story. It was the entry of an outsider into this closed town. Guests from outside demanded the custom of hospitality by presenting gifts from other regions and telling stories.
But for some reason, the residents are shouting that they will let you and I stay at your own house.
Contrary to the initially gloomy impression of the village and its residents, the customer’s mood was greatly improved by the fighting attitude…
“Actually, what are you doing to offer this as a servant? To offer this guest as a servant to earn compensation.”
“Is it too obvious?”
“Because it’s all in the prologue. Shuka. When Dad saw it, I think it would be better to take some information out of the prologue. It’s hard to immerse yourself in horror because you have all the information from the beginning. You know what’s going to happen anyway.”
Right now, it seems that this outsider is the main character, but rather, he is becoming a part of the residents.
“It’s a closed and gloomy town, but just looking at the prologue, you know everything and feel like you’ve become a resident here.”
Speaking of true impressions.
“Huh… Listening to what Dad said, it seems right.”
Shuka, who came in front of me, swung his body around and stroked his chin.
“In other words, it will benefit the residents, right?”
“Almost so.”
“As expected! Dad knows very well! Dad is the best! Nice to show him!”
Hehe, ah. My dad has an understanding of this again.”
Anyway.
Well, I was treated like that, and I was doing what I was doing, and I was shot and sold to the lord castle. From now on he must be a servant.
The description of the interior of the castle was just plain blatantly detailed. Like Shuka who likes this dark gothic sensibility, the interior and decorations. And the black magic and occult atmosphere were described in detail one by one.
I described it in a very terrifying way from a first-person point of view, so to speak. I’m reading it.
“Is this baby wooden stone?”
The description is detailed, but there is no sensibility and emotion. This unfortunate guest who entered the lord’s castle felt fear, but he couldn’t feel it.
No. Emotions are so controlled that you don’t even know if you’re feeling fear.
“Shukaya. Is this horror?”
“Why?”
“I think he’s too brave.”
“You’re brave? Did you write enough scary parts?”
“But I can’t feel it. You bastard doesn’t know fear.”
“… Is that so?”
Shuka came and sat on my lap to see if I could feel anything.
“Why. Do you feel something?”
“Dad.”
Shuka leaned towards me.
“Actually.”
Like confessing something.
“I mean.”
Said.
“I’ve never been weak, so I don’t know.”
“What?”
What is this absurdly arrogant word?
“I don’t know about human weakness and fear. Because I’ve never been weak. I guess I can’t follow the emotions of ordinary people.”
Hehe, what is it? That’s why you became such a wooden main character?”
“Yeah. It’s a feeling that I can’t convey the fear vividly… But I don’t know. As expected, I’m a father, so I picked that part well.”
“If you read it seriously, you’ll see it all.”
“Whoop whoop.”
Shuka smiled like she was in a good mood.
“If you look at horror films written from a thoroughly human point of view, that’s right. If it were me, I would be able to destroy everything there. But humans can’t do that, right?”
“That’s right. But at that time, Shuka should think of you as a weak person and sympathize with him.”
“That’s true. But even if I imagine myself as that human being, I’m not particularly scared. I’ll be able to deal with it somehow. If I don’t do stupid things and fight for my life, won’t something work out?”
I think not pointing that out is the right attitude to watch horror.
“I don’t get scared if the furniture moves a little bit arbitrarily. If someone chases me, I can use a kitchen knife. A ghost possessed by a doll is going to sell my house? Wouldn’t it be better to bring some friends and have a fun party all night?”
For that reason, Shuka was unaware of human weaknesses.
“You’ll need a little more training, Shuka.”
“Right.”
Shuka nodded.
“You have to train. Training to understand human weakness… Huhuhu, it’s fun when you think about it.”
“What’s fun?”
“You have to train to learn ‘weakness’. There is no irony like this.”
It’s just that you’re overflowing with second power and bravado.
“Ah, that is the height of irony.”
“Pu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu!”
Haha!”
The bread exploded I laughed out loud with Shuka. Shuka… He has talent. The talent of ‘Arrogance’.
“Shukaya. You have the talent of ‘Arrogance’.”
“Like your dad?”
“Daddy is not arrogant.”
“Because you actually have the ability?”
“Uh. This dad is the super-conceptual existence that transcends arrogance.”
“That’s true too. Aah! As expected, showing it to my dad was the correct answer. After being clearly pointed out, other thoughts spring up.”
—Poljjak.
Shuka, who jumped down from my thighs, looked back at me.
—Sureuk.
Pulling up the hem of the gothic dress, he put one foot back and bowed, bowing very gracefully.
“Thank you, Dad.”
“Shukaya! What the hell is that pose…!”
“A trickier way of greeting.”
“Come here! You trickster!”
“Ouch.”
I couldn’t stand it, so I hugged Shuka right away! How cute!
“Anyway, Dad. Read it to the end. Then you have to tell me what you think.”
“Yes. I’ve read it once, so I’ll have to watch it all the way through.”
What follows is this:
The servant was actually a vampire slave. The lord was a vampire. Even the lord’s family members are vampires. Fear and panic. And descriptions of the dead.
It’s pretty good, but there are still chronic problems. Anyway, the vampire daughter, who felt sorry to see the main character panicked beyond imagination, spoke to her to calm her down.
The main character comes to his senses her with that, shakes off his mouth, roasts and boils her daughter her, and escapes from the mansion’s traps and familiars. In the end, the vampire’s daughter, who has come to follow him, is offered to the church to eat her reward money.
“It’s just an adventure in the second half.”
“The second half referenced Call of Cthulhu.”
“Oh, that steamboat kill?”
“Don’t you feel a little like leaderna Jones? That part.”
Hehe, that’s right.”
The part where the Great Old One is hit by a steamboat and sinks. To be honest, the atmosphere was good until the first half, but then it suddenly turned into a pleasant adventure.
Should I say that it ended with the feeling of an exciting commotion with slightly pleasant friends? I want this to be the sudden acceleration drift.
“Wouldn’t it be better if the ending of a horror film had a bad ending?”
“But that’s hopeless. A little bit of hope is necessary for horror.”
“Ah. If there is no hope at all, it just becomes something like a slasher movie, right?”
“As expected, Dad! Shuka likes Dad’s sharp parts!”
Hehe!”
It’s such a lovely response. I can’t believe I can spend time this faithfully reading a book my daughter wrote herself.
“Well, my dad really likes Shuka’s writer’s side. Let’s see him again when something else comes out.”
“Yeah. I’ll do that.”
Shuka nodded very satisfied.
“Then Dad.”
“Why.”
“Would you like to play against Shuka?”
“Battle?”
“A confrontation between black magic and father’s white magic. Ah. Dad has to moderate it and make a losing picture.”
“What? Match-fixing? My dad won’t lose even as a joke… That’s because the Heavenly Demon, Kim Kat, exists.”
“I’ll kiss you ten times on your face.”
“OK!”
Good!!!