episode_0329

“Wow…”

“Come here~!”

Kim Sa-rang, the only daughter of [Changcheon Sword Master].

After finishing work at the café today, she got into Scout Jeong So-ra’s car and returned to her house at the top of the mountain.

Beep beep beep beep – Pirolong~.

When I pressed the door lock of the magical gate and opened the door, the shaggy dog Jjong-i, who had been sitting in front of the door and wagging its tail, ran up to me vigorously and started making a fuss.

An old dog that was walking around weakly and slowly just a few days ago.

But even though he was old, he somehow heard the sound and came over to greet Kim Sa-rang who had returned home before anyone else.

“Wow…”

“Hehehe. I love you.”

I said I loved you.

As time passes, I wish for a little more love.

He stroked Jong-i, his loving heart filled in one word.

Flash!

Kim Sa-rang hugs Jong-i, who has become younger after drinking Eunha’s ‘original potion’.

She lifted the baby girl she was holding above her head as if offering her sacrifice, and held it up to the setting sun.

The grey fur of the golden eagle shines golden as the sunset falls.

It seemed to be a glimmer of hope for the future.

‘Galaxy, Doryeo… Thanks to you, I can smile.’

I smile when I think of the galaxy.

He saved me at the academy, helped me with my cafe work, helped me study, and even saved my beloved Jong-i.

and…

“… … .”

Click-.

He took out a ‘potion’ from his dobok’s inner pocket.

What Eunha told me at the cafe today.

If you ever need it, use it without regret.

Something that was handed over without anyone knowing.

Kim Sa-rang held tightly to her hand the ‘original potion’ that restored both aging and physical defects, the same one she had used on Jong-i.

The potion has the words [Mom’s Eye Drops, For Emergency Use] written crookedly on it.

‘Galaxy, Doryeo. I hope you are not sick and happy. Sometimes, the smell of blood that you cannot hide makes me uneasy.’

I’ve received so many favors so far that I can’t possibly repay them.

So, isn’t this how people pray, looking up at the sky?

Kim Sa-rang raised her jong-i toward the sunset like an indigenous person offering a sacrifice.

It’s dazzling.

Phew…

Jong-i quietly listens to Kim Sa-rang and enjoys the sunset.

Move your four feet gently as if you are swimming in the air to maintain your balance.

It was a good thing I came back to my foolish master. I should stay by his side for the rest of my life and make him happy.

With a small but warm heart, the wise squirrel lets out a light sigh, saying that there is nothing it can do.

“Dear Miss, this is hard, let’s put it down slowly?”

“Okay, I see.”

“Right.”

Scout Jeong So-ra returns after parking her car in the parking lot.

At her words, he put Jong-i down quietly.

Kim Sa-rang points to the setting sun, her hair tied in a ponytail wagging like a puppy’s tail.

“But like this, when the sunset lights up Jong-i, it looks like the hair of the Milky Way, which is nice!”

“Huh?… Didn’t Eunha have black hair?”

At that moment, a feeling of discomfort crossed my eardrums.

Jeong So-ra frowned subtly and thought of Eun-ha’s appearance.

“Sunset color?… Oh, maybe because of stress, I’ve been getting a lot of ‘white hair’ here and there. Can’t I fix my hair color with the [Self-Recovery] skill?”

“No, it’s white. It’s the color of sunset that resembles starlight.”

Jeong So-ra and Kim Sa-rang saw something different.

But it’s a minor thing. It’s not something you need to remember.

The two people resumed their stopped steps and headed towards the main building.

The time to move is evening.

Jongi runs around the park, wagging his tail.

The ‘inverted cross keychain’ attached to Kim Sa-rang’s sword handle sways leisurely in the sunset light.

“Then I will go study right away! I will pass the exam next month and take the Eunha Daoryo as my bride. Just like the leader of the active volcano faction who melted the ice castle of the North Sea Ice Palace and drowned countless polar bears!”

Tadah!

Do people change when they have a goal?

Scout Jeong So-ra quietly raised the corners of her mouth as she watched Kim Sa-rang and Jong-yi running to the main building.

There’s only good things going on these days.

Kim Sa-rang became interested in studying, and Jong-i became healthy.

Two happy puppies bring laughter to [Changcheon Sword].

Jeong So-ra, who helped Kim Sa-rang with miscellaneous errands like her older sister, like a secretary.

She stopped walking, thinking that the lonely child could smile so happily… and took in the recent scenery as a memory.

It’s only good things.

Kim Sa-rang said, “I’m scared to come home alone,” and he would drive her away every evening.

Except for the occasional scream at dawn, when Guild Leader Kim Ha-yang and Jong-i would run to her room…

The happy days continue.

‘Please, I hope that in the future, Miss Kim Sa-rang will not be lonely and will be happy with her family.’

Jeong So-ra, who sent her small wish to the sky, follows Kim Sa-rang into the main building.

“Umm… Miss. It’s nice to have Eunha as your mistress, but what did I always tell you to keep in mind?”

“Knife and snout.”

“Okay. Just because Eunha is nice, you shouldn’t be rude, okay? Even if your head is like an animal, your body is still human.”

“… Well, even though I accidentally touched you a few times, you smiled and hugged me. ”

“No, bitch.”

“Wow…”

It was an evening with a setting sun.

… … .

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※Guide to a harmonious apartment culture※

6. One out of two is broken!

– The apartment elevator is still working hard today!

– Tell me. Have you forgotten where I am?

– Be careful.

– If you forget even one of our rules, you’re in big trouble.

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“… … I forgot, but I got this. ”

Meanwhile, on the way home after finishing at the cafe.

Eunha gets on the apartment elevator.

She brushed her hair back with her usual smiling face.

Her black hair, with hints of sunset, resembled the star-studded night sky.

‘I got on the wrong elevator because I had a lot to think about. [Bug Princess] said something weird… Me, really.’

Touch your hair.

The slightly trembling hands turned away.

( “…I heard you’re taking a test.”)

( “It was the grudge your mother wished for.” )

Next time we meet, I have to buy ice cream just for ‘Fly’.

31st floor. 32nd floor. 33rd floor… I looked up at the elevator that continued to rise without stopping and stroked my hair.

I guess today is a day where nothing works out.

… … .

Elevator monster. I remember it.

I first met him at the ‘Cheongryong Department Store’, but at some point he moved into the apartment.

It’s been a few months since it was written in the guide… I guess all the monsters have great patience.

(Later, when ■■ grows up healthy and becomes an adult… I hope he becomes a great hunter that everyone looks up to.)

I’m in a bad mood today.

Eunha looked around with her usual smiling face.

The basic appearance is the same as the elevator you normally ride.

Doors and buttons, mirrors and bulletin boards visible when you turn your head.

The ‘Galaxy’ in the mirror shakes her head, saying she knew this would happen someday.

41st floor. 42nd floor.

The elevator goes up endlessly.

I looked at the bulletin board.

A sheet of apartment guidebook.

A piece of advice from an old security guard: “The security office doesn’t rent out the landlord. You have to win it yourself.”

A news article about an elevator malfunction that killed all passengers on board.

Looking up at the ceiling, there is a flattened, crushed corpse of ‘someone’ stuck there.

A corpse on the ceiling, and it was pressed flat.

I don’t understand.

‘That corpse… is it about the same size as the bell?’

No, that can’t be.

Eunha thought positively.

Click click click.

I pressed the elevator open button. It didn’t work.

The emergency call button doesn’t respond either.

Hold on!

Eunha slammed her fist into the tightly closed elevator door and sat down in the corner.

I feel trapped in a closed room. I can’t breathe.

“… … .”

I raised my head and looked at the elevator CCTV.

I wonder if the old man is watching from the security office.

‘This is a big problem.’

Trapped.

Is the elevator monster’s only grudge about being trapped?

So how long do I have to be locked up?

Until I starve to death?

Until I die of old age?

……I?

“Callok!”

50th floor, 60th floor.

A galaxy with the [Self-Healing] skill.

I coughed because I was out of breath.

80th floor. 100th floor.

Narrow elevator.

It was as if I had squeezed myself into a tiny box.

150th floor. 200th floor.

I can’t stay stuck like this.

Eunha opened her carrier and took out a black ‘Derringer pistol’.

300 floors. 400 floors.

As the floors went up, it became harder to breathe. Was it because there was less oxygen?

As I felt the elevator getting tighter with each passing moment, I quickly finished preparing to press the emergency escape button.

‘I don’t feel well. I want to get out of here.’

Crunch.

I got the bullets from [Happy Convenience Store]. I used them once when I donated blood, so I only have two left.

Eunha loaded a bullet into her pistol and put the muzzle in her mouth.

600 floors. 800 floors.

I need to escape quickly and go to bed to sleep.

With that in mind,

The galaxy sitting in the corner,

On the grip of the pistol aimed at the roof of the mouth,

Walking with trembling fingers…

Bam-.

and,

I hit my head on the ceiling.

“Huh?”

900th floor.

frustrated.

The galaxy raised its head.

901st floor.

The elevator ceiling came down.

Like a press.

Galaxy’s head, which had collapsed on the floor, hit the elevator ceiling.

Still, he wasn’t the type of monster that would be locked up until he starved to death.

I stopped pulling the trigger and looked up at the narrowed elevator.

I feel like I have claustrophobia.

Left alone in a broken elevator, a person trapped in a narrow box,

The ceiling coming closer to my eyes, along with my breathing difficulties, felt unrealistic.

I can’t breathe.

‘So… there was a corpse stuck to the ceiling.’

Thud thud!

The collapsing ceiling approaches, breaking the elevator buttons.

Buttons that fell to the floor.

Eunha took the ‘button’ with the number 4 written on it and put it in her carrier.

The gold tooth I got from the monster during the night shift last time. The glass bottle I put it in.

When I get back home, I’ll put it in that jar as loot.

Collecting monster teeth. A new hobby I’ve had since working as a night watchman.

The elevator buttons, lined up vertically, resemble human teeth if you look at them crookedly.

If you collect the radish one by one like this… won’t the monsters be scared and retreat?

It’s a useless delusion.

Eunha, who had let out a chuckle, pounded her chest as if she was frustrated.

902nd floor.

I lay down on the floor to avoid the collapsing ceiling.

Claustrophobia.

As I lay on the floor, a small coffin was completed.

“Haa… Haa…”

903rd floor.

Eunha looked up at the approaching ceiling and thought.

What will happen if I keep being crushed like this?

Even if you have the [Self-Recovery] skill,

How can one recover in a space that has been flattened to the point of crushing oneself to death?

‘The fortune teller said that [the black man] was there and that it was where I would stay until my body recovered.’

then,

Just like this,

If you are crushed by the approaching ceiling,

If you continue to be oppressed and cannot recover,

“… … I wonder if I can die.”

Bam-.

He put down the pistol that was aimed at the roof of his mouth.

Close your eyes quietly,

Put both hands on your stomach,

Take a deep breath.

The coming down ceiling.

Good elevator.

As if it was narrow like a coffin…

(Later, when ■■ grows up healthy and becomes an adult… I hope he becomes a great hunter that everyone looks up to.)

I opened my eyes blankly.

A corpse of ‘someone’ is seen stuck to the ceiling.

‘… … I’m a little tired, Mom.’

Eunha closed her eyes again.

… … .

… … .

Urgh. Urgh.

The sound of bones breaking. Sounds like a press.

My chest is crushed, my hard skull is crushed, and my flesh is torn and crushed.

Is this what claustrophobia feels like?

The cramped space becomes even tighter, and eventually, the shortness of breath stops.

Now I couldn’t tell.

Tiingㅡ.

Yes, 904th floor.

The elevator stopped.

… … .

… … .

(Later, when ■■ grows up healthy and becomes an adult… I hope he becomes a great hunter that everyone looks up to.)

It’s an old dream.

■■ enjoyed having sweet dreams.

Did you say that continuing to chase after a worthless dream is stubbornness?

Thanks to that, I became a perennial F-rank hunter who was laughed at by people.

He became a sick person who lived smiling as if nothing happened, amidst monsters trying to kill him.

(Become a hunter who readily lends a helping hand to those in need… Live your life receiving love from many people, making up for the love that this poor mother could not give you.)

I wanted to be loved.

I hope you, my love, are happy.

Family and friends,

Because it was ■■ with nothing,

Even if it is just a hollow dream decided by others,

Because it is the only warmth left behind by someone who was family.

Become a hunter.

I healed my torn heart and vowed to live like that.

(Have you ever considered leaving your child at our orphanage?)

( Oh, money… like this… )

(Don’t pick up, honey. We don’t need that, we…)

The sound of a bottle breaking, an adult screaming, flesh clashing, and sticky drops of blood dripping.

The sound of a child’s footsteps running away, kicking open the front door…

A lot of noise is washed away by the sound of rain.

(Later, when ■■ grows up healthy and becomes an adult… I hope he becomes a great hunter that everyone looks up to.)

That day.

A quiet countryside.

An overpass under an elevated highway.

It was a rainy day.

… … .

… … .

『… … .』

“… … .”

I came to my senses.

It’s always a fortune teller.

Eunha sat across from [the black man] at a round table.

『… … .』

Knock knock.

[The black man] got up from the chair.

The face of ‘that thing’ was hidden by the shadow of the hat, and not a single facial feature could be seen.

However, it just looks sad.

That’s it.

『… … .』

[The black man] who approached the galaxy,

I quietly hugged her as she sat blankly on the chair.

“… … .”

There was no conversation.

Only emotions went back and forth.

Pogle. Pogle.

I looked out the window.

A will-o’-the-wisp blending into the Milky Way.

The galaxy looked up at them with envious eyes.

[Black Man]’s fortune teller.

Narrow space.

Claustrophobia.

I reached out to the window.

Her fingertips, sitting on the chair, could not reach the window.

This chair is the seat of the galaxy.

“… … Phew.”

Only then did I manage to exhale,

The [beast]’s hand extends from behind, gently covering his eyes.

… … .

Darkness is always,

There was nothing.

… … .

… … .

… … .

… … Crackle!

“Kekekeke! Woofweek!”

I had a dream.

I woke up from a dream.

Slap.

Eunha, who had been spitting out blood, ran her trembling hands through her hair.

My bones ached with the pain that felt like my whole body was being torn apart.

But it’s okay. I’m alive.

To be honest, it didn’t hurt as much as when I died of old age after being sucked up to [Grandpa Park].

Eunha, who thought positively, looked around while pressing her throbbing head.

‘This is… a bathroom?’

It’s a bathroom somewhere.

Looking at the structure, could it be the ‘Satbyeol Apartment’?

But it’s not her house, ‘Room 904’.

Slap.

Eunha was sitting in a bathtub full of blood, her body stitched together as if it had been severed.

It was as if someone had secretly pieced together her torn body, piece by piece…

Rattling!

Immediately after, the closed bathroom door burst open,

Isn’t that the [Red Lady] in a red dress standing outside the bathroom with a bewildered look on her face?

『… … ?』

『Gyaruruk~! What… Hey, what is it?』

Eunhong, who came running from the kitchen, comes into the bathroom holding a spatula instead of a saw.

[Transparent Baby], who followed her into the living room, runs away in surprise.

What on earth is it?

I couldn’t figure it out.

“… Where is this place?”

“My house.”

[Red Lady]’s house… It was definitely room 606.

How did he come to his senses in such a harsh place?

Eunha, who was hugging her large chest that was floating in blood, looked up at [Red Woman].

“Why am I here?”

『…Can I tell you the truth?』

“I won’t get angry.”

“I took the dismembered body, little by little, and put it in the bathtub.”

“Huh?”

Eunha, with the corners of her lips raised, stroked her hair.

That’s it after all.

Parts of her body that [the Red Woman] kept in the bathroom.

And the galaxy that was flattened in the elevator.

“… … If the original body is in a situation where it cannot recover, does recovery begin from the body that is still healthy?”

“Aloe?”

“I guess so.”

The confusion was fleeting.

Eunha thought positively.

It’s always a pleasure to see the number of things you can do increase.

‘Wow, you want to buy this? It’s so poisonous.’

Galaxy got up from the bathtub.

She approached [the red woman] with a languid smile.

“Thank you. I survived thanks to Eunhong.”

『… … .』

“I thought about it, and there are a lot of weird people who worry about me.”

I remember the [black person] who hugged me at the fortune teller earlier.

Although it was awkward and rough, a warm hand remained on my back.

“I will be happy.”

I want to live my life receiving love from many people.

A promise from childhood.

Although his story will end in tragedy,

If the people you love are happy, then it will definitely be a happy ending.

Eunha smiled at the memory that suddenly came to mind.

Po-ok.

Galaxy emerging from a bathtub full of blood.

The woman with her whole body red hugged Eunhong.

『Gyaruruk! What? Are we having a little brother?』

“No.”

I burst into laughter at the sound of [Transparent Baby]’s commotion coming from outside the bathroom.

As expected, kids are cute.

“Haha… Eunhong. I have a favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Would you like me to cut it up and keep it? If something happens, I’ll run away here like I did today.”

There were no worries.

Eunhong blushes as she is hugged by Eunha.

Her hands wrap around Galaxy’s waist and lay her down on the floor.

The galaxy that was naturally covered by ‘that thing’ looked up at the ceiling.

Sawing is now easy.

At least it’s a pain I know. It’s like lying in a dentist’s chair and getting a cavity filled.

“Please take care of me, teacher.”

“Teacher… Okay.”

Falak-.

Happy life.

Kkeuggeuk! Kkeuggeuk!

All I can hear is the eerie sound of flesh being cut.

The first housewarming in #606 was quite spicy.

‘Oh, but what about the suitcase I left in the elevator… Well, I’ll think about it later.’

Kkeuggeuk!

Yes, with those I want to make happy.

The galaxy turned the calendar.

October 1st.

C-class promotion test.

Is there anyone else who has tried so hard to survive?

Even if it’s unfair, I will definitely pass.

Eunha, who had made up her mind to something a little off, smiled brighter than usual.