Chapter 179 – #39_Enjoyable Daily Life

#177

One.
Today was a good day.
Drunkenness rose to the top of his head, and in an alley slightly protruding from the bustling downtown, a male student giggled while smoking a cigarette.

“How did you ask? She was so damn pretty.”

My friend, who was standing with her back leaning against the stone wall opposite, lit a cigarette and trembled.
Both he and his friend were drunk, so at the end of every word, the laughter of the anglers who caught the big fish was mixed.

“I told you. Taehyung is good at flirting with noonas.”
“I brought only three people, but it’s amazing that they’re all so good.”
“Who do you like the most?”
“That, was it Soyeon? Short hair sitting on the far right. She’s the cutest I know, but such a calm-looking bitch gets fucked in bed?”

Friday night on summer vacation.
While lounging around in his own room, he rushed out to an emotional bar after receiving a call from a friend.
Hair styling for 30 minutes, clothes I’d saved at a department store.
It was rewarding to endure the hassle and put effort into dressing up.

It was because the quality of the women that Taehyun, who stayed inside saying he didn’t smoke (and prevented the women who were seated together) from escaping, was quite good.
Everyone has a different favorite girl, so the match went well, and as a result of seeing each other through a drinking game, there is not much resistance to skinship.

“Didn’t I catch the mood well?”
“What are you talking about, I pushed you hard from the side. Damn you for doing it well alone.”
“Uh, admit that.”

With a smirk, eloquence and natural laughter, she lowers her guard and transforms into a mischievous male friend position.
Spending second tea at a cocktail bar, creating a coy atmosphere and attracting them to their own room is a winning pattern.
It was the biggest boast among her friends that there were over 40 women who mixed their flesh like this.

“Now let’s go in and spurt up. If it’s too late, they might say that I’m going home again.”
“Okay, just smoke this.”

As I was fiddling with my phone over a friend who smoked, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

“Hey, shit, I suddenly need to pee. Where is the bathroom?”
“It’s cheap here, and there’s no one there anyway. I’ll look out for you.”
“Let me know if anyone comes.”

He unbuttoned his pants and entered the narrow alleyway.
When you get drunk, you feel better, but your body becomes heavy.
He thought that it would be better to clean up here rather than bother to wander around looking for a bathroom.
An eerie chill you feel the moment you enter the alley.

“I didn’t even pee, but that sucks.”

While aiming roughly at the drain, he empties his bladder, which must have been swollen with wheat.

“By the way, where will the second car go?”

I called my friend who was standing outside the alley with his head against the wall.
There was no answer.

“Hey, which way will the second car go?”

It wasn’t that far away, and there’s no way I wouldn’t have heard it at this distance.
I giggled and told jokes.

“Are you falling asleep? If you sleep here, your mouth will return, dude.”

What comes back is the lonely silence.
In the unbroken stream of urine, he noticed something odd.
It is now 1:00 am, which can be called the peak time of Friday.
No matter how far away from the center of the downtown area, even near a pub mixed with a one-room village, it was normal to hear a loud noise.

You should hear the drunken women sitting down and crying, the men having fun there, and the students making a fuss at the street tavern while drunk.
It is full of silence as if you came to the library.
Not even the usual sound of cars or delivery motorcycles could be heard.
Would he have felt strange about such a trivial matter when he was drunk?

“There’s a lot of shit going on.”

An inexplicable feeling of uneasiness crept up, thicker than the stench in the alley, but I was half-forced giggling, consoling myself that it wouldn’t be a big deal.
I believed that the sudden goose bumps were caused by the abnormal action of the body, which had been tasted by alcohol.

Wasn’t that just too normal a normal day?
Drinks and nights and girls and friends.
The brilliance of youth that burns up the short heyday of life, given only a few years, like a shooting star.
I was just enjoying it.

“Why don’t you answer me, bitch.”

This bizarre phenomenon in which the noisy night streets are locked in silence.
The moment I turned around the alley with the intention of going back to the bar and talking about it for a while.
He was dumbfounded

“….Haha.”

What if the friend who was smoking a cigarette and fiddling with accommodation apps until now has changed like a decoration in a haunted house?
Wouldn’t everyone laugh like this?
If you were suspended on a reddish-red skewer that had pierced your sternum, lungs, and possibly even your heart, floating 50cm in the air.
Wouldn’t everyone laugh?

“What is this, this is the fuck again.”

Dilated pupils as if a large hole had been pierced.
A red tongue sticking out of a half-open mouth.
Bloodstains soaking his clothes bright red, as if rust had flowed from the pierced part of his chest.
The laughing and chattering appearance until now was gone, and the stiff face, stricken with fear, felt like a ridiculous makeup.

There’s no way my friend suddenly learned levitation.
There must be something holding a friend.
He tilted his head back little by little and looked at the existence behind his friend.

Cosplay? MMORPG game articles? Lord of the Rings? Gundam?
Those were the first words that came to his mind when he saw the huge 2M armor.
A full plate armor decorated in red and decorated with exaggerated decorations.
In the black space inside the helmet, countless red eyes glared at me.

An inorganic gaze reminiscent of a spider’s eyes.
The emotionless gaze that just looks down on the prey mercilessly pierces the whole body.
You realize it in that moment.

This is no joke.
It’s not even a relaxed situation to laugh at.
Not even a hidden camera, of course.

“Four…Four…”

I tried to shout to save people, but only a rustling sound came out as if my throat had been soldered with lead.
No matter how much I look around, I can’t see anyone who can help.

Let’s run away, let’s run away
While I was about to run away with such vain hopes.
He felt a burning pain in his chest.
I didn’t even see the swinging scene.

An ominously red spear pierced his chest.
The friend who was originally hanging like a skewer at the end was rolling on the floor like garbage with one side of his upper body ripped off before he knew it.
That was the last memory he had.

2.
The homunculus, having slain the prey invited to the hunting ground in an instant, withdrew the spear.
There are no traces of hunting.
A corpse deprived of all ties and existence becomes empty ash and mixes with blood to decorate the asphalt.

The red knight had no regrets or feelings for it.
In the first place, ‘this’ was not designed to harbor any emotion.

Punish those who seek inheritance.
In order to maintain its existence, it kills witches and steals its magical power.
When that doesn’t work, it attacks humans and eats ‘kites’ to convert them into magical powers and get replenished.

As has been the case for hundreds of years, it is done by mechanical algorithms.
If there is a difference in degree, it is only that as the years have accumulated, I have been through trial and error in performing a series of motions and have learned this and that.

After the simple meal, the red knight thought.
Lack.
Still hungry.
At this level, the damage suffered in the ensuing fierce battles could not be repaired at all.

The strongest pink-haired enemy among witches who have faced each other for hundreds of years.
The power to cut mountains with a single blow, cause an earthquake with a single blow, and withstand the distortion caused by red branches with one body.
No matter how much she camouflages herself with red branches, she will surely appear in front of her.
And the experience and the logic circuit possessed by the red knight all tell of defeat.

But equally, the red knight had no feelings for it.
However, it is only examining various methods to mechanically find a solution.

First of all, more magic power, or more humans are needed.
The magic power remaining in the machine is half and half far below normal.
If you collide with the pink witch once again, you won’t be able to escape, let alone fight properly.

Hunting other witches in this state is risky.
At best, the target that would be good to fight in a body that had not yet recovered was an apprentice witch, not a formal witch.

Then…
The bandit chose the last option that came to her mind.
Let’s eat humans, more humans.

Calculate the amount of magic required and the amount of magic that can be obtained by killing one human.
About 4000 people.
With that much, you can recover to a level where you can hunt witches.

– Slap

I heard the sound of stepping on a sticky pool of blood.
It somehow resembled the footsteps of reptiles.
The red knight’s gaze looked back and recognized it at the same time.

Beneath the lamplight that is getting dark with the end of its lifespan.
The witch is standing on the floor, stepping on the blood that has not even soaked into it.
An elegant witch wearing a black dress suitable for mourning.

Black hair like a crow and dark green eyes.
As a witch, according to the usual opinion, the evaluation of ‘beauty’ is not regrettable at all.

But that beauty had a fatal flaw.
It was because when I drew a line right in the middle of her face, only one side of her face was distorted.
She looked like burn marks from a fire, or like a lump of meat melted in chemicals.

But that doesn’t matter.
She hadn’t even noticed when she had entered this barrier, but she was already caught behind her.
The biggest problem is that she is a powerful witch who cannot handle it in her current state.

The red knight pointed her red branch at her, not thinking of running away prematurely.
It was because she knew that it was more likely for her to run away during her confrontation than to get caught while clumsily running away.

“Are you hungry?”

Irrespective of such an expression of hostility, the witch spoke in a soft voice.
The bandit’s movements stopped abruptly at the bizarre kindness, whose intentions could not be guessed.
This is because it is a case that has never been experienced so far, and it is difficult to grasp the situation.

“You are very hungry.”

The witch took a step closer to the red knight.
That distance was within the range of a reliable effective hit just by sticking out her spear.
The opponent is showing a defenseless movement, as if not expecting to be attacked at all.
If you’re careless like this, there’s a possibility.

The movement of the red knight, who reflexively tried to pierce his heart with a spear, creaked like a rusty machine.
A body that does not move as if tightly bound.
I tried to get out by mobilizing physical strength, magical power, and the ability of the red branch, but it didn’t move at all.

The witch approached the enemy knight, who was stumped, and held out something.
It was a heart wriggling hard, as if it had just been pulled out.

“Would you like to try this?”

=======
Eh, this is the 3rd fan art of the villain professional fan art who drew Della.

You say it’s red knight fan art.
Is it because I’m feeling better than I pictured in my head…?

It is said that this is the armor Siwoo (Imagination) that fights against the enemy knight.
My heart is getting bigger
Thank you for such a wonderful picture!
I’ll keep it in the gallery!