Chapter Index

    Rephilia came to her senses and was introduced to an empty tree house.

    He must have explained the situation to his subordinate elves, so he didn’t attack me.

    If there’s a problem.

    “@#%#&#$??”

    “@^&#$$#$@^!!”

    “What do you say?”

    [What on earth are you thinking, Chief?]

    [I don’t know either. Such a weak human being. I can kill you by piercing you with just one arrow.]

    [I don’t think even my magic can hold up well.]

    “It’s a blatant criticism~”

    They don’t attack, but they spew out hostility around my house! It’s spreading.

    of course.

    [go away! You heartless idiots!!]

    When Hwareung shouted, swinging fire in all directions, the elves shouted! He screamed and ran away.

    I smiled and lay down on the bed made of branches and leaves, and it felt surprisingly soft.

    ‘Wow~ I finally found a safe space.’

    Until now, I was secretly scared.

    Even if I hid in Kitagata, where there were few people, it was still Earth.

    I didn’t know when or where a psychic would attack me, so I always used [Stop] or was alert to my surroundings.

    But not here.

    Another abandoned labyrinth in abandoned Kitagata.

    Moreover, there is a B-class dark spirit at the beginning of the labyrinth. Class A elves live around here.

    I was finally able to recover my mental strength, which I had always used close to running out.

    “Guys. I’m going to sleep for a while, so please watch over me.”

    [I accept orders.]

    Still, just in case, I gave a command to the spirits and closed my eyes.

    How long did you sleep?

    The faint feeling of fatigue disappeared and I felt refreshed.

    I stretched and got out of bed, and a beautiful elf with matching silver hair was kneeling in the middle of my room.

    “Wow! what?! Whiing!! Splash!!”

    [Why?]

    [Did you call me?]

    I wondered if the spirits had taken advantage of the time they had run out to invade, but that wasn’t the case.

    “There’s an intruder!”

    What is that! I shouted and pointed at the elf, and Hwiing sat on my shoulder.

    [I let him in because he said he had something to talk with the owner.]

    “Story?”

    [therefore.]

    “Can I speak to you in person?”

    “… Huh?”

    The elves here and I don’t communicate.

    But words that I could understand flowed from the mouth of the beautiful elf looking at me.

    What’s more surprising is that it is neither Korean nor Japanese.

    The elven language was still incomprehensible, but I understood it.

    “… Magic?”

    “We call it witchcraft.”

    “Ah. Is it you?”

    I thought he looked familiar and it turned out to be the shaman who had set up the barrier in the village.

    “Although he is lacking, he is called a shaman. It’s called Lacey.”

    “I am Jinsu Park. These guys.”

    I tried to calmly continue introducing the spirits, but somehow the duration seemed to have stopped and all the spirits disappeared.

    I tried to summon it again.

    “Boo, could you please refrain from calling me…?”

    “Why?”

    “The… comrades are suffering from the energy emitted by the highest level spirit…”

    “Ah. Sorry.”

    Even though my spirits are A-rank, they have S-level power.

    Just as ordinary superpowers cannot get close to Park Ah-jeong, an SSS-level superpower, they also seem to be stressed about getting close to strong people.

    I apologized lightly and sat down with my legs crossed.

    “So? Why did you come here?”

    “I was commanded by the patriarch to serve the Great One.”

    “Ah…”

    The only shaman who could communicate was assigned to act as a bullet cannon under the guise of a secretary.

    Lacey. she is pretty.

    If you look at her face, she is prettier than Ah-jeong.

    It’s not my type of body, but it’s slim and model-style.

    Age too…

    “Lacey. How old are you?”

    “I turned 385 years old this year.”

    “… How old are you in human terms?”

    Are you “human…? I’m not sure.”

    “How old do elves live on average?”

    “Ordinary elves are 1,000 years old. Longevity people live to 1,500 years old. And we gray elves live to be 900 years old.”

    “Even though we are the same elf, there is a lot of variation.”

    “Because the energy received is different.”

    “Hmm?”

    If you live to be 900 years old, would it be better to consider 380 years old as 40 years old?

    For that reason, he looked younger than me.

    Oh, I don’t know~ What does age have to do with it?

    ‘As long as it tastes good, it’s okay.’

    It is a big problem because there is no breast that gives that important flavor.

    As I stroked her chin and scanned Lacey’s body, she seemed to sense my gaze and trembled.

    Unable to bear the gaze, he straightened his knees and stood up.

    “I thought you might be hungry, so I prepared a meal for you.”

    “Oh. Do you have sense?”

    “Thank you.”

    Lacey smiled lightly at the light compliment and walked towards me carrying a tray that was on the desk.

    He knelt right in front of me and placed the tray he was carrying on me.

    “Where, where. Let’s take a look at what the elves in this neighborhood eat for a living~”

    He hummed and opened the large lid covering the tray.

    As soon as I opened the lid, a centipede that was thicker and longer than my forearm jumped out and hit my face.

    “Kiyaaa!!!”

    “Sorry! Sorry!”

    “You didn’t have any intention of assassinating me, right?”

    “Absolutely not! Please believe me!!”

    “Yeah, right…”

    The centipede that jumped into my face while saying “hug me” a little while ago is a white fox-tailed centipede that lives in this labyrinth.

    A centipede with a furry tail like a fox’s tail.

    “The head is savory and the legs have a nice crunchy texture.”

    “When you chew the body, the intestines explode softly with a fuzzy sound, and the deep flavor of the intestines is so great that all elves will fall in love with it.”

    “ Boiling water with the tail hair and drinking it will stabilize your mind and body.”

    “Yeah, right…”

    It’s a very precious food that elves can’t eat because it doesn’t exist or something.

    If you listen to the description, it is an amazing food with good taste and flavor.

    ‘Ah tsumba! Ever since I came to Japan, I’ve been in trouble with bugs!!’

    From giant mosquitoes to giant centipedes.

    People who like insects might not know this, but I absolutely hate them!

    Lacey’s head is perfect for eating a centipede. body. Cut off by the tail.

    Even though I was divided into thirds, I still made it! A body that moves by moving the carapace.

    As Lacey watched the disgusting scene with a frown on her face, she stood up with her tail feathers raised.

    “Then I will bring you tea.”

    “Uh, yes… I’ll ask you a favor.”

    Is it because of my mood that she slowly walks out of my room? The clanking sound felt even louder.

    “Phew… They say they even eat scorpions in China… Right…”

    As I sighed and grabbed the centipede’s body, which was slowing down, it seemed as if it was beginning its final struggle.

    I heard it!!!

    “Kyaaa!!!”

    I also screamed for the last time.

    In the end, I ate the head that stopped moving.

    I put it in my mouth and closed my eyes tightly.

    And I chewed using my jaw joint.

    Crispy! Crunchy!

    “Hmm? It’s pretty good, isn’t it?”

    The crunchy texture and unique flavor weren’t bad.

    Next is the body.

    “Wow… I really can’t eat this by itself.”

    Thinking I might use it someday, I took out the survival knife I had copied and cut the body of a centipede that was over 30 centimeters long.

    When you cut a cream bread with scissors, the cream inside is pressed against the scissors and comes out.

    The centipede’s greenish-brown… poop-like intestines gurgle through the cut section. It flowed out.

    “Wow… I should just eat it.”

    I sighed in regret and took a bite of the cut centipede.

    “Small bee… Why is it so delicious?”

    It was really delicious.

    The carapace was a bit hard, but not enough to withstand the force of chewing.

    The flesh inside was so soft that it melted when touched by the tongue.

    As Lacey said, the reddish-brown intestines had a deep flavor and a refreshing acidity.

    One shot of the head and body, followed by the tail tea that Lacey had brewed.

    I only ate one centipede, but I felt full.

    Moreover, my entire body became lighter.

    “This is good.”

    “I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

    “I’m sorry, but can I get one more?”

    “Are you still in the market?”

    “No. Keep it.”

    “Storage… do you mean? Unfortunately, when a white foxtail centipede thinks it has been caught, it dies within 10 minutes.”

    “It is difficult to store because it decomposes at an incredible rate from the moment of death and loses both taste and nutrients.”

    “Oh, that’s okay.”

    “…? I understand.”

    Before long, it was jumping around as if it had just been caught! Jump! A centipede that gave me goosebumps just by looking at it was caught and put in [storage].

    Then, I opened the labyrinth map and copied a Grade A [Scroll of Confirmation].

    ‘It tastes good and is good for your body, so wouldn’t it have some effect?’

    He laughed and tore the scroll towards the centipede.

    The scroll was torn apart, and the magic and magic contained within it attacked the centipede.

    Not long after, a translucent window appeared before my eyes.

    [White Fox Tail Centipede]

    Grade: B grade

    Effect 1: Recovers stamina when consumed.

    Effect 2: Recovers mental strength when consumed.

    “… Huh?”

    Not on Earth…

    no? Not discovered yet…

    The mental strength recovery potion was here.

    mentality.

    So-called MP, a resource for using superpowers.

    Each psychic has a different maximum mental power and a different speed of mental power recovery.

    The only way to recover mental strength is rest, and there is no recovery agent.

    All kinds of psychics explore various labyrinths.

    I tried to collect materials and develop it through alchemists, but I couldn’t make it.

    So among psychics, ability is not only an ability, but the maximum level of mental power and recovery speed are very important.

    but.

    I found it.

    The world’s first centipede with a mental recovery effect…

    “Lacey…”

    “Yes.”

    “This centipede… Where did you catch it?”

    “There is a habitat near the village.”

    There is no need for “production volume. Can you make a potion using this centipede?”

    “Potion… Are you talking about it? It’s so valuable that I’ve never tried it, but I’ll tell the village alchemist to instruct it.”

    “Yes. Please do me a favor.”

    Just in case.

    What if a mental power potion is developed?

    ‘I’m descending as a real munchkin!!’

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