Chapter 38 : Apology Broadcast (1)

“……”

Why are the coins increasing?

What on earth did I do yesterday?

“…Shit.”

I can’t remember anything at all.

The only fragment of a memory I have is that I clung to someone and woke up in the early morning.

The more I try to remember, the more my head aches, and my stomach churns.

Is this what they call a hangover?

There’s a storm in my stomach, and I’ve already visited the bathroom five times.

“…Ugh…”

I gave up trying to think and collapsed on the floor, half-dead.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

“…Come in.”

The door opened, and in came none other than Geomgwi.

It seemed like she brought breakfast.

“I brought some bean sprout soup to help with your hangover. Would you like some?”

“…Yeah.”

I nodded, and Geomgwi quickly ran over and set up the table.

How is she able to carry the tray without spilling a drop, even though she’s moving so quickly?

I couldn’t help but marvel at how not a single drop of soup spilled on the ground despite her fast movements.

“Once you’re done, just call me, and I’ll clear the dishes. Take your time and enjoy.”

“…Thanks…”

“If you drink this much next time, it’ll really be troublesome… Death Knight and Hwarang were so loud, I can’t even explain.”

It seemed like Geomgwi had also been troubled by the two of them, as she made a sour face.

“…Master! Are you okay?! Hey, girl! Go check on the Master’s condition quickly!”

She mimicked their voices and expressions, letting out a big sigh.

“…They were so loud, I barely managed to stop them from coming into the room.”

“How dare men try to enter a lady’s chambers…”

I awkwardly smiled as I let her vent her complaints.

“Ah! Sorry, rest now!”

“Mm, okay. Thanks, I’ll eat well.”

“It’s my job, no need to thank me.”

Geomgwi gave a small smile and disappeared from the room.

All that was left before me were the steaming bean sprout soup, some braised beef, and a little kimchi.

“…There’s fewer side dishes than usual.”

It was clear that she had considered my upset stomach.

A small chuckle escaped me as I picked up the spoon.

As soon as I took a sip of the bean sprout soup, I felt a wave of relief wash over my body.

“…Ahh…”

After vomiting so much earlier, the gentle warmth and refreshment of the bean sprouts really soothed my sensitive stomach.

“…This is delicious.”

If I had a mother in my past life, she probably would’ve made soup like this for me.

Of course, I didn’t feel too resentful toward the woman who abandoned me as a baby on the street.

I used to hold some bitterness, but now, I don’t feel anything at all.

I just think, if I had been born into a normal family, I wonder what I’d be doing now.

“…Am I overthinking just from a bowl of bean sprout soup?”

I smiled at myself as I had those thoughts and felt a strange tingling under my eyes.

“Let’s eat!”

After eating, I planned to help Stella adjust to the tower and then start the broadcast in the afternoon.

I had to know exactly what I did yesterday, even if it was a little scary.

‘Only by knowing what I did wrong can I apologize properly.’

With that thought in mind, I finished the breakfast Geomgwi had prepared for me.

As always, Geomgwi’s cooking skills were improving day by day.

It wasn’t just delicious; it was getting tastier with each passing day.

Later, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to open a restaurant in the tower and make some tower coins.

Maybe doing a mukbang could be fun too.

With those unnecessary thoughts running through my head, I finished my meal happily.

Afterward, I went to check on Stella.

“Bo… Boss…”

“…Stella? Why are you like this?”

“H-H-His… His… skulls…”

Stella, trembling and pointing at the skeletons, was visibly scared.

I thought the skeletons had been bullying her, so I looked at them.

“Boss, that’s not it… we just wanted to help the spirit adjust!!”

One of the three skeletons, shaking, explained to me with a quiver in its voice.

The rattling of its bones was quite annoying.

I couldn’t tolerate someone bullying others in my tower.

“Is bullying helping someone?”

Right after I asked the skeleton that, Stella, who had been trembling, shouted.

“They, they keep trying to take care of me! I… I don’t need it…”

“I’m… I’m scared…”

It seemed like the skeletons were trying to look after Stella.

They had probably followed her around, asking if she needed anything while smiling gently.

“…You should be helping with the construction, not goofing off.”

They had been playing with Stella instead of working, and they had the audacity to wrap it up as “helping.”

If she didn’t need it, they should’ve just backed off.

However, before I could step in, Stella found the courage to handle the situation herself.

“I… I appreciate it, but… I don’t need it…”

She shook and squeezed out a few tears, bowing 90 degrees in a polite refusal.

The skeletons, sounding regretful, indicated that they understood.

“Sorry, were you really scared?”

“This bastard, it’s because you look like that, she got scared.”

“Am I that good-looking?”

“You’ve got more gold than the rest.”

I wasn’t sure if that was the standard for fear, but Stella seemed to empathize and nodded.

The skeleton with the most gold looked shocked, walking off dejectedly as I chuckled.

After that, I took Stella to meet Hwarang.

“Master!! Are you okay?!”

Hwarang, who was in an extremely high-spirited mood, had an oddly sad expression on his face.

Dark circles had formed under his eyes.

“…You were wearing makeup.”

“Did you catch me?!”

Hwarang rubbed his eyes in surprise, and as if by magic, the dark circles disappeared.

There was no way an S-rank monster could have dark circles.

“I was really terrified yesterday.”

“…Did you drink that much?”

“Don’t even talk about it.”

Hwarang spoke with a look of utter exhaustion.

“The humans were so clingy. Do you know what they kept saying while clinging to me?”

“…What did they say?”

“They kept saying, ‘Please don’t hate me… I like humans… Yang Chanseok, that jerk, but who is Yang Chanseok? Honestly, it was kind of funny.’”

Did I say that?

“Who… who did you cling to?”

“I clung to all of them, one by one.”

“……”

“That little human girl was screaming in pain.”

“…She must have been in pain…”

This was bad.

Did someone get hurt?

I was more worried about whether I had controlled my strength properly after suddenly clinging to them.

“…Who got hurt? Not really, right?”

“That, the one with the yellow hair… she got a little hurt.”

“…Oh, thank goodness.”

No, that’s not really good.

My mouth is just running wild.

I slapped my mouth and then grabbed Hwarang, continuing with my questions.

“How bad?!”

“Well, um… there was a cracking sound from her arm, and then she turned around.”

“…?!”

Oh my god, what did I do?

“Don’t worry too much, it healed right away.”

“Oh, how?”

“The yellow-haired human brought a high-level potion. Thanks to that, only a little blood spilled on the floor.”

That’s a relief.

Turns out, they were unexpectedly well-prepared.

I let out a sigh of relief, and Hwarang continued his report.

“…Oh, and that swordsman kept his face bright red.”

“Really?”

“Especially when you hugged him, my lord.”

“……”

Considering how I look right now, I can see why.

I guess skinship like this is a bit embarrassing after all.

Since no one got seriously hurt, I decided to let it slide.

“Forget about that. There were no other injuries, right?”

“Yes, no people got hurt, but a monster did.”

“…?”

“The skeleton’s head got a little damaged.”

“What?!”

“You personally… licked the skeleton’s face, my lord.”

Oh my god, what the hell.

“He said he was proud of it, calling it a glorious scar, so don’t worry about it.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes, he was really happy about it.”

Well, I’m glad he liked it.

I let out another sigh of relief.

“…As for the drinking, only until you’re tipsy.”

“If you’re going to get drunk, just build up your poison resistance. Then, it’ll clear up in no time.”

Poison resistance is that strong?

It’s impressive that it could even get rid of poison already circulating in the body.

“…No wonder the hunters who started drinking before me didn’t get totally drunk.”

They must’ve been pacing themselves properly.

But why didn’t they share such a useful skill with me?

Was I supposed to learn it the hard way, or did they just think I’d know?

“Just remember, it doesn’t get rid of hangovers.”

“Got it.”

So, it’s not a perfect ability after all.

That’s where my conversation with Hwarang ended.

Stella, who was on my back, was still trembling uncontrollably.

Hwarang, in a playful mood, surprised the spirit.

Then, Stella got so scared that she fainted, so as punishment, I flicked Hwarang on the forehead.

“…Huh?”

And then Hwarang fainted.

Well, since he fainted himself, I guess he has no complaints.

I had him call over the other skeletons wandering around to take care of things.

On the way down to the first floor, I secretly saw the Death Knight proudly showing off his scars to the skeletons.

“…That’s creepy.”

The sight of him boasting about being hit like that really bothered me.

Anyway, I returned to the top floor.

“Spirit, are you no longer scared of the Sword Demon?”

“…Yes, the Sword Demon lady takes good care of me…”

I handed Stella over to the Sword Demon and entered my room.

I had work to do.

[Skill: Do you want to activate the internet broadcast?]

I was scared.

I didn’t even know what I had done yesterday.

But, I mustered up the courage and clicked the broadcast button.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂.

•lol.

•So pretty!!!

•Orc hi.

Ohahoha~ (means “hi” in Orc language~)

For some reason, the viewers were calling me an orc.

‘…What the hell did I do, past me?’

I had no idea what past me could have done to deserve that.