episode_0160

“It’s okay.”

With those words, Hanseong started to walk away.

Baekhwa stretched out his hand into the air, but the distance between him and him only widened.

“Ah… no…!”

Baekhwa felt sorry for that moment and used all his abilities to chase after him until the last moment.

A strong back.

A body odor that feels somewhat sweet.

Even your heart beats vigorously.

I felt him with all five senses and put my hands together.

“… Get up and run away.”

“That’s it.”

From the moment Hanseong rushed towards the slime, the slime also stopped moving forward.

As if preparing for an attack directed at you, you crouch down to defend yourself rather than stretch your body.

If the slime moves again, it means that Hanseong is dead.

then… .

“It’s okay if I die, so leave me alone.”

“Just leave it alone.”

“Still… !”

Yeoreum’s words telling her to leave Baekhwa alone.

Winter understood that to mean let him die, but the reality seemed a little different.

Summer also walked towards them.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap.

The calmness felt in those footsteps was enough to make Winter think that it was she who was strange.

“Ah~ It was so hard I almost died.”

“Aren’t you worried about your sister?”

“No.”

Yeoreum hugged her lower abdomen tightly and continued speaking.

“I said I wouldn’t make a widow.”

“…Really?”

“Yes.”

Although I couldn’t understand that absolute belief, Winter just sat down on the floor.

“If my sister says so, then yes.”

“Yes.”

*

Whoa whoa!

A spear swung in a wide horizontal motion,

It was just a single trajectory, but the power in that light movement was not like that.

With a harsh sound, the flesh of all its tracks is torn apart.

Flesh was flying everywhere along with dark red blood.

‘It pierces.’

With only one thought in mind, focus your entire body’s energy on that action.

A small path that started from the tip of a spear wielded without thought.

I’m going to cut through the infinitely regenerating flesh of a monster and head to its depths.

It was clearly something that made no sense, a gamble that should not have been taken.

But clearly he was moving forward.

Step by step.

Heading towards the core.

A miracle that only he, out of all the capable people in the world, can perform.

It was a miracle beyond common sense.

‘Where is the nucleus?’

A journey to find a nucleus that may exist.

But he had a vague belief that he was on the right path.

If this situation had been a risk of death, then Sohyeon and other lovers would have definitely appeared.

That means it didn’t show up.

“ Doesn’t mean you won’t fall behind even if he throws a shit?!”

can do.

You can do it.

With confidence, he swung the spear with every last ounce of his strength.

“Aaaah!!!”

A small-sized pupil finally appeared.

Hanseong threw himself towards the space that appeared between the lumps of flesh.

Clap and flutter.

A floor made of moist mucous membrane.

I quickly got up and wiped away the mucus, but the discomfort did not go away.

‘This all came from Hyuksu’s body.’

If the material had been a pretty woman’s body, she would have felt happy as if she had entered the vaginal wall, but Hyuksu is a middle-aged man.

‘Ah… stop!’

I shook off the terrible thoughts that came to mind and looked in all directions.

A pupil the size of a small studio.

There was Hyeok-su, who still looked the same as when he was alive.

Just looking at the wall made of flesh and the hideous figure buried in the middle of it in the shape of a large letter gives me goosebumps.

“Alive?”

For a moment, I thought it was alive, but the cries coming out of its mouth were clearly not human, but mutated.

“Oooo….”

A low, drooping cry.

Hanseong’s crying seemed a bit painful.

Hyuksu’s ability was immortal, so he might still be conscious.

“Yes. I will kill you.”

I swing my spear at an ugly life that cannot be extinguished.

The head explodes and brain fluid flows, but it soon regains its shape.

yet again.

Whoa!

And one more play.

He continued to swing dozens of times, but the immortality ability, or rather the curse, did not let Hyuksu go.

“Huh..Huh…Huh…. Fuck… How can I kill you…!!!”

No matter how many times you repeat it, you only lose strength.

Hyuksu could not be killed with this simple method.

When Hanseong realized that fact, he slumped down in his seat and fell into deep worry.

‘How do you kill something you can’t kill…?’

This very philosophical question gives me a headache.

What is needed from now on is intellect, not force. Unfortunately, this was the part that Hanseong was lacking the most.

***

If you lightly pierce the spear, new flesh will sprout and spit out the spear.

Then take the spear back and throw it again.

Fuuuuk-

Pong~

Phuuk-

Pong~

How should I express this?

Catch with a spear?

It was the only entertainment I found during over an hour of agony.

“Shiiibaaaal~ I’m going to search~”

I rolled my unused head until it exploded, and even my stomach started growling.

I’m hungry and bored.

For me, right now, this moment was a time of ordeal that was more painful than anything else.

I had to worry a lot.

What is killing?

What is life?

Sexual and evil theory?

I thought through all the philosophical questions in my head, but the answers were still vague.

The next thing that came to mind after philosophy was the various immortal beings.

Greek and Roman mythology that I read as a child.

Hercules cut off the Hydra’s head and burned it to prevent regeneration.

But since I don’t smoke, I didn’t even have a lighter.

A vampire who lives by drinking blood.

Although he is portrayed as a character with various weaknesses, such as sunlight, garlic, or crosses… .

If it had been sunlight, wouldn’t it have already melted?

I even tried to draw the sign of the cross, just in case, but all I could do was feel ashamed and embarrassed.

A red chewy with super regenerative abilities?

It was impossible to find a way to kill a character who couldn’t commit suicide in the first place.

Eventually, after all the thoughts passed by, only random thoughts naturally passed by.

All of them are weird.

For example, things like Baekhwa’s soft skin and Yeoreum’s body temperature that warmly embraces me, unlike her harsh attitude.

“Ha… If I had known this would happen, I would have brought Baekhwa with me.”

“Aaaaa!!! I don’t know!!!”

As I continued to think about it, I could only come up with strange thoughts.

In the end, the moment I lay down, shaking my head roughly, as if giving up.

Fish Sisik-

A bit of smoke rises along with the sound of burning meat.

“Huh? What is this?”

I started pounding my head again at the strange thing I discovered within an hour.

‘etc….’

‘So… blood on my back now?’

Although the wound had already healed, my back was clearly drenched in blood.

My blood is the blood of the immune.

Reproduction of variants.

“No way…?”

I took off my clothes and held them in my hands.

This time, I am filled with anticipation that I may have found something.

Let’s take the part covered in blood and place it on the floor.

Chii Iik-

Smoke rose once again and the part melted.

The wound did not heal, as if it had been burned by fire.

“U…Eureka!!!”

Clean the tip of the spear and stab it in the palm of your hand.

The shape is a cross.

That’s what superstition was originally about.

Even though you don’t think it will be of much help, why do you end up doing it?

There’s no real loss, right?

There was no one to see and no reason to tell, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Red blood gushing from a cross-shaped wound.

I burst out laughing at the thought that the cross drawn with blood felt like a stigmata.

“Aram would have liked it if he saw it.”

[The master has finally accepted his fate!]

I’m sure she’ll be shaking her big breasts while saying things like that.

for a moment?

Maybe it really isn’t that bad after all?

Now, it has become difficult to call it a tribe, and we may have to think seriously about religion.

I have no intention of pretending to be a religious leader in earnest, but

Well, wouldn’t it be okay to piggyback on existing religions?

So is it no different from a pseudo?

is not it? If all the people believe it, isn’t it a cult?

I’m falling into random thoughts again.

anyway.

There was something I felt a little while going through this incident.

What is the reason why Hyuksu suffered bitter betrayal twice?

strength? Is it simply that?

The conclusion I came to was ‘faith’.

If you follow this person, you can survive.

You can be happy.

One of the things that could give that trust was probably strength.

And there is nothing more directly related to faith than religion, right?

I can’t stand 1 + 1.

Although it was a bit impulsive, at this moment I decided to found Hanseong Church.

“I guess I need to do some bottom work, right?”

Rip your hands a little deeper for a fancy finish.

drip drip drip

The blood dripping down my fingers melts on the ground.

As if hydrochloric acid had been dropped.

Chi-Ik-

While listening to the refreshing sound that stimulates my appetite, I head toward Hyuksu’s figure.

Hands covered in blood from left to right,

Once again, scatter the crosses from top to bottom.

“Wooo!!!”

It seems that the correct answer was that Hyuksu’s form functions as the core of this slime.

A slime that let out a harsh scream every time blood was splattered.

The slime’s skin began to break down, following the pattern of the splattered blood.

In the form of a cross.

It makes it look very sacred.

“This is the Precious Blood. You bastard~!!!”

He waved his hands excitedly, letting out his anger at having been locked up for an hour.

Adding rhythm, one stroke at a time! 2 strokes!

After playing like that for a while, sunlight began to stream in through the cracks.

however…

I feel a little dizzy…?

Well, isn’t it bad to fall and be rescued?

With that thought in mind, I fell into a sleep as sweet as honey.

*

The slime’s appearance shows no change even after an hour has passed.

Anxiety slowly began to sprout among people.

‘Couldn’t he be dead…?’

The way the body was rounded up like a glutinous rice cake, it looked like a slime digesting Hanseong.

“How about burning it with gasoline?”

Baekhwa and Yeoreum rushed to the opinion of a man who couldn’t wait.

“Are you crazy?”

“Fuck, can you say that again? what? gasoline??? Say it again!!!”

The man was speechless due to his harsh eyes and voice that seemed like he was going to tear him to death.

“Sin…I’m sorry! That’s the same thing for me too… I’m just worried…”

“Is this something someone who is worried would say?”

As he raised his voice and started the car in earnest, the man’s eyes caught something unusual.

A faint cross pattern was visible to his eyes.

“Huh? Hey, look over there!”

“What do you see…? Huh??!”

The cross that has begun to be engraved on the slime’s body becomes increasingly clear.

“Cross…?”

The shape is obviously a cross.

It was a very dark and vivid cross.

Believers knelt before the symbol of a faith that has existed for thousands of years.

An ordeal that was too harsh to be God’s will.

They shed tears as they reflected on their weak faith, which was shaken roughly by the winds of trials.

“…God.”

As if answering their prayers, the monster slowly collapses.