episode_0061

Just five days into the racial mutation incident, people harbored fantasies about the race known as .

When it comes to listing beautiful races in fantasy, one of the first races that come to mind is Elves.

A race consisting only of handsome men and beautiful women appeared in reality; who could resist having expectations?

On the day the mutation incident broke out, their appearance, akin to something crafted by the gods, was revealed to the world through the media.

Enthralled by their beauty, people began to obsess over and fantasize about Elves as if possessed.

[“I want to be overwhelmed by Elf love.”]

Author: Jung Sil, Elf.

(A picture of an Elf with a gentle expression staring blankly at a tree)

“I want to see those doe-like eyes turn lustful.”

“I want to be embraced in that compassionate and warm bosom, feeling the soft and plush texture.”

“I want to hear them say ‘That was good…’ blushing with their skin like white jade after our affair.”

I may not know much else, but I think I understand why they couldn’t make Elves slaves in fantasy works.

Damn… They are so pretty; I would even want to enslave myself.

They really make you feel envious… Damn b*tches…

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– ??? : You bought Elves as sex slaves? Are you out of your mind!?

ㄴ Is that really such a surprise? Some people have a penchant for indulgence_(Author)

– They are really beautiful though… Truly the top-tier bride material…

ㄴ My future wife… Don’t stare too hard…_(Author)

ㄴ Well written.

ㄴ Yeah ~ No problem ~_(Author)

– By the way, what do Elves look like? Are they like the erotic Elves on eye sites? Or are they like the authoritative nerds in fantasy?

ㄴ Who knows? If they are pretty, that’s all that matters haha How could such beauty be damned? haha

– Seriously… If it’s offensive, even appearance won’t cover it up, really

ㄴ How can someone so innocently looking be offensive? (I really don’t know)

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Initially, everyone cheered at the appearance of Elves while posting these delusional writings.

…At least until the lunatic race revealed its true colors.

Indeed, until the Elves, in their own way, showed their worst selves.

As conflicts escalated while the Elves remained silent, just five days later, as if on cue, the disputes came to a halt due to the Elves’ simultaneous actions.

It had to stop.

They denied that all of them were like that.

Because they truly showed the worst, the essence of themselves.

[“Instead of admiring such art pieces, think more about the Earth! Don’t polar bears deserve pity too?!”]

Some Elves set fire to galleries where masterpieces were kept, even making radical environmentalists clench their teeth.

[“Truly disgusting… How can you eat chicken? Do you enjoy taking lives? Ugh…”]

Some Elves went around condemning meat-eaters, urging desperately for a vegan lifestyle.

[“Why can’t you place cat food here? Aren’t these poor and delicate lives deserving of pity?”]

…And then some Elves blushed over a stray cat issue, each showing equally unfavorable aspects.

Rather.

If I had only committed one villainous act, perhaps I wouldn’t have received as much criticism.

If that were the case… could they truly be called the “worst” race?

Yes, the elven race!

Extreme environmental activists, vegans who enforce vegetarianism on others!

They were even cat lovers!

Among the numerous villainous races, undoubtedly a leading one!

That was the true nature of the elven race!

After the hidden aspects of the elves were revealed, expectations gradually turned to disgust.

No matter how beautiful their appearance, if their actions were not beautiful, they wouldn’t receive proper treatment.

Three months later.

Elves had become a cursed race, always met with disapproving glances wherever they went.

Literally, a ticking time bomb.

So why?

From the moment an elf appeared, a heavy tension filled the cocktail bar, even the owner, who usually looked at others without prejudice, showed signs of vigilance.

Just the presence of an elf was enough to make guests start discreetly vacating their seats.

Honestly, despite wanting to immediately drive away the elf smiling innocently in front of me, treating them like a potential criminal seemed a bit excessive, didn’t it?

After discussions with the owner and other bartenders, I decided to quietly observe the elf.

Even if they started acting strangely, I was confident I could intervene in time.

“What would you like… Could you recommend something, Mr. Tree-slayer?”

The elf asked for recommendations with a clear voice and folded eyes.

Despite appearing more normal than expected, I remained cautious.

I couldn’t help but notice a hint of madness in those clear eyes.

This bastard, what kind of trouble is he planning now?

Preparing to restrain or expel him if necessary, I politely attended to the elf.

“What flavors do you prefer, and how are you feeling right now?”

“Hmm…”

As she gazed at me thoughtfully, the elf began speaking cheerfully.

“I prefer diverse tastes that retain the essence of nature…”

“…Does that mean you can’t eat processed foods at all?”

“It means I don’t prefer them. I can eat them, but when it comes to processed foods related to meat, it’s a different story.”

Avoiding the word ‘meat,’ she furrowed her brow and shook her head.

While briefly assessing the elf’s mood, I cautiously suggested a unique cocktail.

“You seem fine, then how about a ? I think it will suit you well.”

“A Blood Mary… Is it a cocktail with blood in it? Ha! That’s absurd! How could you think of feeding blood to an elf…! Perhaps you’re not just a tree-slayer but also a mind-twister…”

“Calm down, the name is just that, there’s no actual blood in it. As a vampire, I detest this cocktail the most, which should tell you something.”

“Hmph, why should I believe you?”

“Believing is up to the guest… But why would I lie? What good would come from deceiving you?”

“…”

Of course, I didn’t have any desire to deceive.

The other party had come to make things difficult for me, still searching for ways to provoke me, right?

How satisfying would it be to intoxicate them with strong alcohol, leaving them embarrassed and speechless?

I entertained the thought briefly but quickly dismissed it.

If it can be resolved peacefully, that’s the right way to go.

If you break every pot you see, how will you deal with the consequences later?

I’m not a superhuman from a fantasy novel.

There is no strong backing, power to crush controversies, or exceptional traits.

Raised in an ordinary household, transformed into a slightly stronger species by chance, where would a coward find the courage to strike?

Yesterday, I almost resorted to violence due to unavoidable circumstances.

Unlike with reptiles, at least some basic conversation could be had with elves, right?

I didn’t want to expose myself to the madness that might come from forcing something down their throats.

So, I was trying my best to cater to the elf’s tastes.

“If you really don’t like it, may I recommend another cocktail, sir? What flavors do you prefer?”

“…It’s fine, please make the one you recommended earlier.”

“Alright, I’ll prepare it shortly, then?”

Upon receiving permission, I immediately began mixing the cocktail.

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As the name suggests, it’s a red-colored cocktail with a rather unique taste.

More like a cold soup with vodka than a cocktail, given its unconventional ingredients, it’s a drink that tends to divide opinions.

However, with plenty of vegetables in it, there was no reason for the elf to dislike it.

The preparation method is quite complex.

After peeling and blending two tomatoes in a blender.

In a mixing glass, add one and a half ounces of vodka, the freshly blended tomato juice, a bit of Worcestershire sauce, a dash of Tabasco sauce, a sprinkle of black pepper and salt, squeeze the juice of half a lemon, transfer the contents of the mixing glass to a shaker, shake vigorously.

Shake! Shake! Shake!

After elegantly shaking the shaker, pour the mixture into a cocktail glass filled with ice.

Finally, garnish with celery on top.

“Here is your Blood Mary, would you like to try it, sir?”

Handing the finished cocktail to the elf, he looked at the glass suspiciously before speaking.

“…There isn’t actual blood in this, right?”

Explaining twice is painful.

Shrugging as if to say “figure it out yourself,” I stepped back, and the elf took a bite of the celery first.

Crunch!

A fresh sound echoed in the silence.

Seemingly satisfied with the celery, the elf nodded and immediately took a sip of the cocktail, savoring the taste slowly.

Sip, sip, gulp.

As the cocktail seemed to be to his liking, his initially guarded expression softened.

Thinking now was the time to hear the truth, I quietly asked him a question.

“How does it taste, sir? Does it suit your palate?”

“Del…! icious…! No, it’s disgus…! ting! How could a wood slaughtering maniac make something tasty!”

Perhaps embarrassed to speak sincerely, the elf shook his head mid-sentence.

But wait, his face already showed a thoroughly satisfied expression.

With mischief in mind, I gestured to the bartender for a mirror and playfully held it up in front of the elf.

“You’re cute… Your body is honest even if your mouth says no.”

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After checking himself in the mirror for a moment, the elf suddenly got up and fled from the bar as if escaping.

No, where is this lunatic going?

He should at least pay.

His manners are nowhere to be found, seriously.