Chapter 294 – 280. The Truth About Yongyong

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“Cassock bread. Fuck you?”
“I’ve been through a lot too!”

Pooh!

Fake Ajdahaka counterattacked.
Where did the fakes have this power?
It really wouldn’t be like this.

“What happened to you? To the topic that spread in another world!”
“I still don’t know the truth. Isn’t it about time you realized it?”

You slowly realize I don’t know what you’re talking about.
If Leo is dead anyway, now is the time to put an end to it.

“It’s funny and it’s embarrassing!”

Bahah!

Anyway, I can’t get tired of this bitch if I hit it with my strength.
I don’t know where the fragment appeared again, but as always, this fragment will be absorbed by me here.
I need to show you what the difference is between the main body and powdered body.

“Great. How can you grow your strength so ignorantly?”

After being beaten a few times, this damn bitch muttered with a bloody face.

“Even if it looks like this, I got the power of gluttony in my hands.”

The more I ate, the stronger I got.
So. It is said that there is no way to die like this.
No matter how beaten you are. There is no such thing as a body losing to a body.

“Even so, you can’t beat me!”

Kwagwagwaang!

Before I knew it, the lump of debris was dodged for a long time.
You’ve grown so much in strength?

“Am I losing? What bullshit is that?”

At least I can’t be defeated by an alter ego, right?

“At first, I thought it would just be quietly absorbed. If this happens, I will be so unfair!”
“Are you embarrassed?”

What is unfair? If it’s unfair, shouldn’t I feel more unfair about being beaten up?
I have to knock it down and go back.
Hasn’t there been a delay by now?
I need to finish this nasty fight and go home.

“Aren’t you supposed to realize who you and I are?”
“What kind of cow is that?”
“I have no intention of being hurt by a bitch I don’t even know! Ajdahaka is me You stupid bitch!”

Before I could retort, a fist flew into my cheek.

Bahah!

“Keeck?”

Do you still have this power?
Isn’t this an ordinary fragment? It’s really strong enough to make me wonder if it’s more than me, the main body.
No It won’t be. There’s really no way that bitch is the real person.
If that is the body, then I am something.
Isn’t it strange

Fuck! Grasp!

Why can’t I resist ‘this’?

“Look. After all, you can’t even resist like resistance. If you really are Ajidhaka, shouldn’t you be able to stop me here?”

Right. It should be blocked. We have to fight.
But something is strange. Even if I tried to fight now, I couldn’t fight properly.
It’s hard to power up. Why are you doing this?
It’s as if you’re instinctively rejecting it.

“The damn bitch keeps coming.”
“If you really are, you should absorb me properly, right? Isn’t it?”
“Shut up!”

Can’t be done. Don’t let me say more

“How come you still can’t absorb me? I am the body.”
“So you’re saying I’m a fragment?”

Not. I can’t be a fragment
The fragments had already met me and acknowledged me as the body.
But how could I be a fragment?
At my question, the fake whispers in my ear while stroking my hair.

“You’re just imitating me.”
“What bullshit is that!”

I’m just pretending So you’re saying I’m not a splinter or something?

“It’s time to step off the stage. Eunha Yoo.”

Fake put his lips on mine.
At that moment, a light went off in my head.

Pakiying!

Suddenly, a vast amount of memories flooded into my head.

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I was naturally weak.
Because of heart disease, I couldn’t exercise properly and had to go to the hospital regularly for examinations.
Still, he persevered.
After elementary school and middle school, by the time I was in high school, I was living a normal life, making friends.
Then one day it happened.

“The gym clothes are gone.”

It’s not directly during gym class, but if you don’t wear gym clothes, your score will be deducted.
No, I knew the truth. As to who took it.
He tried to hide it by raising his collar, but he could tell that a close friend in the front seat had taken it.
Because until morning, he said he hadn’t brought his gym uniform. In addition, the smell of fabric softener in the gym clothes I was wearing was something I used at home.
So I know who took it.
I didn’t want to break a friendship over something like this. So I didn’t ask openly, but I made it public in class, hoping that I would take care of it myself.

– The gym uniform disappeared, but who took it?

Without telling the teacher.
But the friend didn’t put out the gym clothes.

-Aren’t you lost somewhere?

He even laughed at him as if he had nothing to do with it.
At least I secretly hoped to put it in my place, but even that didn’t happen.
Could the relationship between people be like this?
Rather, I became a fool who lost my gym uniform on the spot.

I couldn’t play with my friends often because I wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t receive sympathy because I had few friends.

It was from the time when I was tired of school life that I became interested in novels.

At first, I only read various novels.
It was after I became a college student and found out about web novel sites that I started writing.
Since my body is not good, I naturally focused on this side.
At first, I started writing light novels and then adult novels.

After graduating from college, he worked part-time for a while or published web novels, and then signed a contract for an alternative historical novel on a site that pays per episode.
Because there are many materials that can be used as substitute material for Korean history full of regrets.
Of course, there were also problems.
If there was even a slight mistake, I often saw comments that were busy pointing out historical evidence or just exposing them.
Above all, I had to study history every time.

-The third work. It’s a contract. Congratulations!

Only three substitutes.
Actually, it didn’t hit me that much.
The contract itself is meaningful, but in the end, I couldn’t beat a well-written work by another established writer.
If you publish about 100 episodes, they will launch it on another platform. It only sparkled then.
60% of the revenue from the site. Taking 20% ​​from the publisher was pretty big.
I was getting tired of it, and I wanted to write what I wanted to write.

A healthy and strong girl lives as a munchkin while spreading her wings to the fullest in the world.
A character who looks like nothing on the outside, but actually feels like the final boss behind the scenes.
In addition, lilies were good.
Because I like women

Another me that I created. That’s Eunha Yoo. No. Yoo Eun-ha herself was a character like me. She happened to have the power of a god, and she just created the existence she ideally desired.
That’s Ajdahaka. Yongyong is Yoo Eunha.
It contains various settings. I realized that it was my mistake because Yongyong and Yoo Eunha caused the world to taste a cataclysm.
The big problem was that Yong-yong gave his character complaints and dissatisfaction with society.
Okay. At that time, my dissatisfaction with society took precedence over my ideals.

Why am I like this
Why can other people have such a healthy social life?

-I will destroy the world in place of you who are weak.

Maybe you wished for it then.
On the topic that you don’t have to worry about your health as you have already become a writer’s body.
As a result, a cataclysm occurred.
So I got rid of Ajdahaka.

And Yongyong put the setting that he was reincarnated in another world.
In that world, the new swordsman of the academy made me see all the settings I made now as an internet novel. The title was also loosely written.
Turn the time back to now Speaking of results.

“It was like that.”

I knew what the being in front of me was saying.
I was so envious of that dragon.
So, because of the cataclysm that Yongyong caused, I tried to become Yongyong myself.
Yoo Eun-ha, the leader of Baekhwagyo, is widely known in the world. I, called Yongyong among the heroines, was not actually Ajidahaka.
Writer Yoo Eun-ha. Itself.

Behind the scenes, I could only create an ideal character for myself.
I created a new setting called the Akashic Records and brainwashed myself into Ajidahaka and made myself rationalize.
Come to think of it, the world of images has always been strange.

Why was there always no one at the desk when I lay in bed?
Why couldn’t Yong-yong, a crazy psycho lesbian, rub against writer Eun-ha Yoo?
The answer was simple.

I was always alone in the image world.
I just didn’t want to admit it.
Having made all of this into a work titled ‘Heroine Attacks Heroine,’ I became a character in the novel myself.
Everything is fiction itself.
The reason why I have no choice but to be Yongyong is also set up by writer Eunha Yoo.

“Haha. Under. It’s like a pleasant dream.”
“Did you just realize?”
“Also a villain. To realize the reality in such a cruel way.”

Anyway, it’s too much use.
How can you realize reality in this way?
It’s too much to do.

“It’s not cruel, it’s a reality you should realize. What about me Are you copying and imitating me?”
“However.”
“However?”

It’s different this time.
It’s a little different from imitating.

“Even so, it is not an imitation. You are what I created after all. My ultimate, ideal self.”
“What?”
“In a word, in the end, I created a character with the ideal I want to be in the future. So it’s not a mimicry, it’s a dream that has finally come true.”

In the process, I just borrowed the title Yongyong.
What does it matter if I say I’ll use mine?
I am a writer So, I said I would use my creations. What does it matter?

“Therefore?”
“You’re going to force me to make a choice.”
“Why do you think so?”

Isn’t that obvious?

“That’s why you made me realize this reality.”

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said this.

“Okay. I know.”
“I will not deny it like before.”
“Then?”
“I think now is the time to become one.”

Now is the time to become a true dragon.
You don’t have to use your writer’s skills.

“Are you going to come and absorb it now? But how? I don’t intend to.”
“Wouldn’t that be easy?”
“What will our weak writer do? I’m not going to give you a chance to use your abilities.”

Okay. I know that.
But isn’t this a bit too much?
On the subject of my creation. You dare to attack me when the dragon I created is a trial version?
Are you going to make a bad joke?
I grabbed Ajdahaka’s arm and broke it.

“Are you going to kill me, the creator?”
“You weak subject!”

Okay. May be weak
Because I’m weak. Here’s what I’m trying to do now.
I am a lez Crazy Psycho, too.

“Sorry but. Am I a lesbian?”
“Therefore?”

So what is it? You’re stupid. Why do I say this
For Ksare, the prey could be another me that I created.

“No matter how you are, you are still a female. It’s not difficult to climax.”

I flashed my finger.