Chapter 17 – 17. The 4th Nadae of the Other World Summoner

※ Hate Note: Gore

· This is an episode with a rather brutal depiction.

· The elderly, pregnant women, or readers who are not good at cruel scenes, please be careful when watching.

· There is a summary of this episode in the author’s review, so those who skipped it can scroll down to the bottom and check the contents of this episode 🙂

– One –

“Urmama~ lost her parents~ at a young age♬”

“Eolsoo~!”

“The stepmother and sisters said she was harassed♬”

“Jeolsu~!”

Mono Hon heard of her Ur Mama’s past and taught her one of her songs.

And Urmama was singing the song he had taught her.

“Shubal, baby, how much did you cry♬”

“Oops~!”

“Cheval cheval child cheval~ Poor Urmaman~♬”

“Good~!”

The song that Monohorn taught her by paraphrasing Cinderella’s oral children’s song was like a song just for Urmama herself.

That’s why she sang whenever she was bored, and Monohorn did not get tired each time and put in a choo-im-sae.

“It’s all here!”

They sang joyfully and walked slowly, and before they knew it, they arrived at the front gate of Baron Gotthick’s mansion.

It’s late at night, but there are no troops standing guard.

In the first place, the baron’s enlisted men were in a state of disrepair, and the war was sluggish, so there were not many enlisted men left.

So the baron didn’t set up a guard, just locked the front door.

“Do you think there are enough trees around?”

“There are so many gardens, warrior!”

Imperial nobles generally did not plant tall garden trees in their gardens.

This was because there was a high risk that the assassins would try to shoot while hiding in the shade created by the garden tree.

Even if garden trees were planted, they were managed by planting them lower than human height, sparse branches, and wide distances between garden trees.

In addition, the culture that considers the aristocratic style of a garden to care for flowers rather than garden trees was common in the empire.

But Baron Godick was an idiot.

He valued how rare and expensive plants he acquired and planted were more important than the aristocratic style of aesthetics.

So, the baron’s garden was planted with so many kinds of trees that it was messy without any formative beauty.

“It’s gone! I’m going to go to the middle of the day!”

“Gazua~!”

Monohorn and Urmama shouted loudly, excited by the circumstances so favorable to them.

She, too, was becoming more and more colored by Monohorn.

From the start, the two displayed this ability with full force.

Kwajijik!
Woojijikjik!
Kwakwang!

Trees grow

Overgrown

Roots, stems, and branches spread like crazy.

Their own time accelerates.

Passing through time, penetrating space.

The wall is weathered by trees.

The paved stone floor is eroded by diligently laying bricks.

It collapses.

Rumble.
Thud!

Scream

“Aaaaagh! What is this?”

“Sa, save me!”

The grass is overgrown.

Covers the whole view.

It was difficult to figure out what had happened.

“Uh, warrior. Are you going to kill everyone?”

“Um. No. Let’s just let those who die die and those who live live. If we kill them all, we’ll be in trouble.”

Monohorn is still gone.

Clearly, he was going mad.

However, Monohorn, who was accustomed to the ethics of modern Hell-Joseon, felt a strong reluctance at least to murder without reason.

So he completely ignored Slammer’s sincere advice to save his own life.

However, he did not just subdue without killing everyone without a countermeasure.

“Aaaaagh!”

Damn.

“Sa, save me!”

There was a person who was crushed to death by being caught in the gap between the trees that grew unstoppable and covered the mansion.

Fu-wook!

“Keah, keuh uh uh uh! Take it out, take it out! Take it out…!”

There was a man who jumped out of a window in a collapsing mansion, was impaled by a growing thorn tree trunk, and died vomiting blood.

Crunchy!
Wood Deuk!

“Kee-yak! Ki-ee-ee!”

While the long-limbed maid hesitated because she couldn’t get out in time, her stems grew bigger.

As a result, her limbs were twisted in a way that they could not move, and pieces of bone that were whiter than her skin pierced through her skin and splattered with blood.

So she died

Monohorn was watching them all.

However, he did not dare to twist the direction of the force to save them.

They are the subordinates of the one who tried to kill them.

They may not be directly guilty, but I didn’t want to care too much if they survived or died.

“I don’t have a single concern to focus on the quick-cutting extras who don’t even have character settings~”

Just because they weren’t of much value to the Monohorns, they didn’t pay attention to their lives.

“Don’t worry~ Then let’s go find the goat’s cock!”

“Yes, warrior! Let’s go quickly and quickly!”

“What? Where did you learn that?”

“Uh, didn’t the hero reduce his words like this? Did I do something wrong…?”

Monohorn was amazed at Urmama’s ability to learn.

Side!

“Good job!”

“Kyaa~♬ The warrior gave me a kiss!”

“I’ll do it again after I’ve penetrated the goat’s cock!”

“Yes!”

They strolled brightly through the mayhem.

– 2 –

“This, this, this, this, what are you doing! Go, go, go, go, gaily! Do you know how to touch the aristocrat of the great empire and be safe when you are a lowly barbarian serf? Hey! Is there anyone else?”

“Oh, the clichéd lines for the vicious noble Mk.

“Benefit! Ji, if you release this now and leave, I’ll tolerate this work!”

“Even a bitch is boring~”

The baron had paid war reparations and was struggling financially.

In such a situation, the baron was rushing to collect his property, thinking that if even the remaining money was buried in the ruins of the collapsed mansion, the foothold to recover would completely disappear.

While taking possession of his property for a long time, his whole body was entangled in the roots of a tree that penetrated the wall, and the baron could not escape and only screamed.

It was at that moment when Urmama heard him cackle and led Monohorn to find the Baron.

“If what you want is wealth, I’ll give it to you! I’ll raise your status to a free citizen! How is it? Don’t you feel like letting go?”

“Yeah, no~ I just want to cut through a one-way tunnel from the back to the mouth of a squawking piglet~”

“Okay, pig? My, as a nobleman of the Empire, I can’t just go through this disgrace! Solve it! It’s a duel! It’s a proxy war!”

“Yeah, tell your mom~”

“This work’s mother passed away a long time ago! Are you going to insult even the deceased mother of this work?”

“Hey, you fucking talk a lot.”

Hooked!

“Kuaaaaa!”

A tree root stuck its tip into his buttock.

It was actually stuck in the anus.

Hooked!

“Keuyiik! Aaaaa!”

“Why are you so fucking stupid instead of being a marquis? If you were a marquis, you would say ‘a review made by a marquise’ a.K.A whoop whoop whoop, huh? You’d give me a fucking rhyme too. Why are you only a baron?”

Hooked!

“Wuck~ Goosebumps! The bloody dung of a piglet is the part that I really hate. Admit it?”

“Yes, admit it!”

Urmama, who followed Monohorn terribly, was quickly becoming tainted by Monohorn’s tone.

“Is this why you shouldn’t even drink cold water in front of children…?”

“Yes? I’m not a child, warrior! I have a big chest and a big butt?”

“No, no. I’m talking to myself, so don’t mind me~”

“Yeah~”

“Rather than that, how many Mamando do you want to put in?”

“Me, me?”

“Yeah, the part where the feeling of hitting is a bitch.”

The baron, hanging in the air and holding a tree root with his buttocks, stopped crying as the two conspired to make a mess of his anus.

“Uhhhhh! Sa, save me! Hey, please save me!”

“What the fuck. I would have thought about it if I had served you tea and asked to save you. It’s late, you asshole. One more go!”

Hooked

“Kyaaaaagh!”

“I’ll do it too! Eight!”

Hooked!

“Khehehehehehe!”

Hooked
Hooked!
Hooked
Pupuk!

The baron, who had been screaming for a long time, fainted at one point and only flinched.

“Huh?

“Warrior, are you leaving now?”

“Uh, let’s just clean up and go. More than that, there are a lot of things worth making money here, right?”

“I see~ Those necklaces, rings, gold bars, and gold coins are all expensive! Shall we pack them all?”

“Yes! In the original RPG, the main character is to catch the boss mob and root them all!”

“Well, sometimes the words of the hero are so difficult that I don’t even know what he’s talking about.”

“I mean take it all and run away.”

“Yeah~♬”

They took all the money in the room, leaving the baron dangling in the air and passing out.

“Did you pack everything?”

“Yes!”

“Then let’s go!”

Side!

“Hehe ♬ The warrior kissed me again as promised~ ♬”

Before leaving the room, Monohorn unleashed this ability to maximize the growth of the tree root stuck in the baron’s buttocks.

Crunchy!
Wow!

“Kkeu, kkeaaaaa…

The baron was horribly torn from hip to mouth.

Of course, the two of them had no intention of hindering their food intake by watching the baron disintegrate.

They self-censored scenes that might violate the sim rules by leaving the room without even watching the death of the baron.

Even at the moment of death, Baron Godick was insulted by a couple with special abilities.

– 3 –

“Uh, ugh…!”

“Help me…”

In the ruins of Baron Goaddick’s mansion, where Monohorn and Urmama left, only the groans of survivors echoed from time to time.

As time passed, even their groanings subsided, but no one moved to rescue them.

The residents of the manor felt extreme fear due to the strange phenomenon of the tree moving alive, locked the door and locked themselves in the house.

The surviving enlisted soldiers and mercenaries had been in arrears for several months, so they had no loyalty or loyalty to their employers.

Because of that, he had no intention of risking his life against an unknown high-ranking wizard or shaman who handled plants.

So the survivors were left unattended.

Then, strangers appeared in the ruins of the baron’s mansion.

“Where do the traces of the pleural effusion lead?”

“It leads to the northwest Guando. After that, I haven’t been able to track it yet, so I can’t be sure.”

“Have you collected eyewitness testimony?”

“Suddenly, the plants went mad, everyone testified consistently.”

They were just chatting in front of the mansion, and they didn’t seem to have any intention of rescuing survivors.

“Have any of you witnessed the pleural effusion?

“I didn’t witness the crime scene, so it’s just a guess.”

“Even if it’s just an estimate, record your impressions first.”

They didn’t appear to be particularly bossy.

All outfits were similarly matched with practical, highly active leather clothes in dark colors.

“Do you think it’s the target he ordered you to pursue?”

“I think the possibility is high. Any high-ranking wizard or shaman capable of causing such a large-scale destruction must be at least an adult, usually an adult or an elderly person. However, recent records of access to the territory do not show a person of that age entering or exiting the territory. There isn’t.”

“Are there records only for persons in the middle-aged or younger age group?”

“That’s right. And there is no record of those presumed to be magicians or shamans entering or exiting. No matter how much the discipline of the guards in the territory is messed up, a report would have been raised if those who could cause mass slaughter entered and exited, but there is no such record at all.”

“You investigated meticulously well. You worked hard.”

“No. Rather, have you looked around the scene of the incident?”

“That’s right.”

“If mass destruction magic or witchcraft were used, it would have ended in a single shot. But the beasts continued to control the plants in detail. This is absolutely no trace of a single-shot mass destruction magic. Mages must cast legion-level magic through mass chanting.”

The person who toured the destroyed mansion explained to others what he had investigated based on the traces left in the mansion.

“However, there has been no case of movement of such groups of wizards or shamans within the Empire.”

“That’s right. Then, the beast must be a person with special abilities.”

“I agree.”

“Moreover, there are too many heterogeneous traces to be called magic or witchcraft. The most disparate trace is that there is no regularity at all.”

“Then it could never be magic or witchcraft.”

“I’ve already written the report. After sending the report, let’s start tracking right away.”

“After collecting the report, I will send it. Let’s go back to the base.”

After sharing opinions based on their respective investigations, they disappeared.

In the ruins of Baron Gotthick’s mansion, only death entwined silence remained.