“Eeee… … Finally arrived.”

    “Thank you for your hard work.”

    After 13 days of sailing, we arrived at the northern continent.

    And I got another two weeks of vacation from the Holy Spirit.

    ‘But this isn’t a vacation, it’s work. I should just let this go and get to my destination, and then the vacation should start. Why do I have to use up my vacation days just to get here?’

    I realized once again that this is a black company.

    A fucking black company that forces you to work 24 hours a day, even on your vacation.

    It’s been almost a month since I became an incarnation, but it’s still unknown whether I will receive my salary.

    Even if I had received a million points in cash, it would not have been compensation for the hours I had worked.

    If we assume this is my monthly salary, my hourly wage would be less than 1400 points.

    If I could become an incarnation of another constellation, I would rather become an incarnation that receives favor by revealing my abilities as they are, rather than hiding them, unlike before.

    During that process, it is natural to review the contract.

    ‘But that won’t happen.’

    I am none other than the incarnation of that ‘tyrant’ and the symbol of ominousness, the shaman, Julsusani.

    My happiness was something that could never happen.

    [Constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Falling World’ demands that a portal be created.]

    “Oh, no. I haven’t been able to gather that much power in a while, and to get from here to that far away coordinate, I need about ten times more sacrifices than before.”

    [Constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Falling World’ is lost in thought.]

    In fact, the sacrifices needed to get from here to there are less than half of what they were before.

    Rather, it would have been better if there had been less, but it would have been stranger if there had been more.

    Geographically, the eastern continent is longer horizontally than the northern continent.

    The northern continent is longer vertically than the eastern continent.

    Moreover, it was most likely a lie that it took ten times as many sacrifices to go from the western end to the eastern end than from the southern end to the eastern end.

    But it was true that I couldn’t go.

    Because I don’t have that many main forces myself, and I used up all the sacrifices I brought last time because I had to create a barrier around the submarine.

    In any case, if you say you can’t go, it’s true, even a tyrant who is good at detecting lies would say so.

    [Constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Falling World’ asks if the number of sacrifices is really 10 times.]

    Look at that. The lie was caught.

    “Actually, it’s less than ten times, but if we’re going to talk about the future, ten times is more than enough and it’s good.”

    [Constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Falling World’ is like that.]

    First of all, we’ve passed the first hurdle. Now it’s time for the next one.

    [The constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Sinking World’, demands that a portal be created that leads to a nearby beach.]

    “Yes. It’s nothing more than that.”

    I created a portal with a simple order.

    The Holy Spirit said:

    [Constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Falling World’ demands disguise.]

    [Sponsor the item, ‘Inpimyeon-gu’.]

    Bam.

    A veil of skin fell on Enoch.

    And then, as if he was familiar with it, he took the cotton swab and started putting it on his face.

    Enoch, who had put on a face mask and touched her face several times to make sure it stuck to her face, turned into a girl with blue hair that was close to the color of the sky.

    Her hair was long enough to reach her waist, and her face was cute, though not as pretty as before.

    [Sponsor the item, ‘ID’.]

    Bam.

    The ID card that fell above Enoch settled into Enoch’s two hands.

    I sat next to Enoch and read the contents of the ID card.

    ‘Name, Idris. Gender, female. Registration number, H703-#######’

    Is it really just an ID card?

    It was surprisingly an ordinary ID card, so there was no special magic or anything like that that I had thought of.

    It’s disappointing.

    I thought a tyrant would use some kind of strange identification.

    Today, that thought was shattered.

    [Constellation, ‘The Corpse of the Falling World’ speaks as it passes through the portal.]

    “Okay. Okay, let’s go.”

    I went through the portal with Enoch.

    That’s how I set foot on the northern continent for the first time in my life.

    ***

    Upon arriving at the Northern Continent, we were waiting peacefully on the beach, drinking juice, for the woman who was said to be the second incarnation of my sister.

    And then, annoyingly, I ended up wearing a skirt.

    “Fuck.”

    He spat out a short word in an annoyed voice, and the sorcerer spat out another word in return.

    “Don’t swear, just enjoy this situation~ Look at me. I’m enjoying it more than anyone else, right?”

    A black-haired woman said, lying on a sunbed, wearing sunglasses and drinking sour orange juice.

    The woman saw people playing on the beach wearing gold necklaces and earrings, as if she wanted to emphasize that she had a lot of money.

    Most of the women’s gaze was directed at the men.

    But I can understand that much.

    However, what I didn’t understand was why I had to wear a skirt even though I was cross-dressing.

    Obviously, women wear a lot of skirts.

    And I wear a lot of pants too.

    But I was pushed into wearing a skirt because of that fucking sorcerer, and the fact that he told me to enjoy the situation and not curse at me was enough to insult me.

    “Fuck. What’s your business whether I swear or not? ”

    “Well, it does matter. Because every time you curse like that, the mood gets ruined.”

    “Is your feeling any of my business?”

    “Alright, pants. If I get upset, I might put some kind of curse on you and kill you painfully now that the Tyrant’s clone is gone. ”

    At those words, I quickly turned my head away and avoided eye contact.

    The black-haired woman found it amusing to see me like that, and she covered her mouth with her hand to avoid being caught by her older sister, laughing softly.

    I quickly drank the juice and got up.

    “I’m going to the bathroom.”

    “Oh. Have a safe trip. I’m going to sleep.”

    “Or so be it.”

    With that, I left to find a bathroom to cool off for a bit.

    *

    I found a bathroom.

    But there was a problem.

    “Where should I go?”

    The entrances to the men’s and women’s restrooms appeared before my eyes.

    If a woman were to go into the men’s room here, people would find it strange, but if she went into the women’s room, I would feel confused about my sexual identity.

    “Hmm… … What should I do with this.”

    Why don’t you just close your eyes and go into the women’s bathroom?

    No. I’m a man, so I have to go to the men’s room.

    But, even though he looks like a woman, isn’t he the one who went into the men’s bathroom and ate it?

    “I don’t know.”

    Putting my identity aside for a moment, I went into the women’s bathroom.

    I really wanted to go into the men’s room, but I figured it would be okay since I looked like a woman wearing a skirt, so I went in.

    And I could see toilet stalls that were packed tightly inside the bathroom, something I had never seen in a men’s room.

    By the way, I came to the bathroom to wash my face to cool down, so I turned on the water in the sink there and washed my face.

    Cheee.

    “After… … .”

    I looked at myself in the mirror.

    My eyes met with a woman wearing a skirt and blue hair tied back.

    “You look like my sister. Well, my sister and I are family, so it’s normal for us to look alike.”

    Knock, knock.

    Then two women, who appeared to have been playing on the beach, came into the bathroom.

    I moved next to them and tried to go outside.

    Bam.

    But suddenly a woman blocked my path.

    “Hello little one?”

    Knock knock.

    He was grabbed by the arm and thrown against the wall.

    My mouth was covered with a hand, so I couldn’t even scream.

    A shadow fell on the woman’s face.

    Another woman next to her spoke up.

    “Is it this kid this time? Wow… … Seriously, he really likes kids.”

    “No, look at this. Doesn’t it look delicious?”

    ◦ Wow, it’s a good man.

    “So you’re saying you’re not eating?”

    “Don’t eat it, eat it yourself. If you need medicine, it’s in my bag, so take it out and use it.”

    What? You’re eating it? And what about medicine?

    I thought about the woman who had tied my arms and the other woman.

    And then a woman took a syringe out of her bag and came over to give me an injection while my arms were tied.

    I had a gut feeling that I shouldn’t get that shot.

    I resisted hard.

    “Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good.”

    “Crazy lesbian.”

    I resisted as best I could.

    But I couldn’t defeat a woman who was bigger and stronger than me by brute force.

    ‘Damn, if I had known this would happen, I should have worked out a long time ago. I shouldn’t have just ignored what my sister said.’

    If I had exercised, I could have handled this on my own thanks to the muscle growth-promoting properties of the Avatar, but since I didn’t exercise, I couldn’t shake off my arm.

    Seriously, if this keeps up, I might get shot with that shot and die.

    At least if it’s an incarnation, some kind of stigmata will be activated in this situation and it will be possible to escape from it.

    Although, since I don’t know what stigmata I have, my body may be damaged by unknown side effects.

    Well, something will work out!

    “Fuck!!”

    [Stigmata, the ‘power to protect’ is activated.]

    Light began to leak out from the stigmata on the back of my hand, and I began to feel the woman’s grip on me weakening.

    I resisted even more fiercely.

    Phew.

    “Kuhk.”

    He threw a short, strong kick.

    I managed to shake the woman’s hands off my mouth and arms.

    Whew.

    I narrowly avoided the needle.

    And then I tried to run out of the bathroom at full speed.

    “This, this bitch!!”

    The woman grabbed my hand in a final act of resistance.

    Normally, I would have been held powerlessly and had to do the hard work, but for some reason, I was strong enough to easily shake off that hand.

    “Get out of here!”

    Bam.

    I shook off the hand that refused to let go of me until the very end and came out of the bathroom.

    And he ran towards the beach where the sorcerer was.

    ***

    The two women who had tried to overpower Enoch in the bathroom he had left behind recalled what had just happened.

    A woman put the needle back in her hand and opened her mouth.

    “That kid. Was he an incarnation? But why is he here? If he’s an incarnation, he’s playing in the water in the ocean far away. But why is he here?”

    “No, does that matter now? Didn’t you see the stigmata just now? It had a very famous symbol on it!”

    “Symbol? Oh, now that I think about it, I think I’ve seen it somewhere… … .”

    “Hey you idiot. You don’t even remember this because you’re thinking about who to fuck all day long. Aren’t you the symbol of a tyrant who made an alliance with the governments of three continents and publicly wanted by the world!!”

    One woman explained, but the other woman didn’t seem to understand.

    So I hit my forehead, went into the bathroom, and did my business.

    Meanwhile, the woman who had been holding Enoch’s arms thought.

    ‘A goblin mask and a half-circle… … Huh? Now that I think about it.’

    The woman turned on her phone and went to a news site to read the latest news.

    And in the middle of that news was an article about Enoch, who had been comforting a distraught Lisa, and an interpretation of the symbol on the back of his hand.

    The woman read the article carefully, and in the middle of it she found a semicircular symbol that looked like a goblin mask and the setting sun behind it.

    Currently, the symbol is assumed to be the symbol that the tyrant acquired after becoming a constellation, and Enoch, who has the symbol on the back of his hand, is assumed to be the incarnation of the tyrant.

    The woman who had been holding Enoch’s arm only then realized the truth that the girl in front of her had something to do with the tyrant.

    She naturally went to a site that listed bounties for each criminal and searched for the keyword “tyrant.”

    ‘Tyrant, two hundred billion points. Enoch, five hundred billion points. Tyrant Incarnation, from a minimum of one hundred billion to a maximum of one hundred billion points.’

    Ugh.

    It whetted my appetite.

    And I regretted missing the hundred billion points that were right in front of me.

    Kwak.

    The woman vowed.

    If we meet again, I will definitely eat it and earn 100 billion points.

    And he remembered the direction in which he had gone to pursue Enoch.

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