episode_0487

No matter how much the opponent is a villain, there is a Maginot Line that a man should not do.

That’s the kind of conspiracy Docheol thought about.

[What’s so good about me that I TS Cheong Hye-seong and make her a woman?]

“…….”

[You think I’m some kind of yeomisae.]

I got up from the chair, walked over to Docheol, and pressed my index finger to her forehead.

[Just thinking like that is insulting to me.]

“Is it okay to break the egg?”

[That’s okay. After all, the purpose is to make it impossible to use mana.]

The reason why people try to do genloss is simply because it was the opportunity to do genloss.

[If Zenloss had been possible by blowing off the wrist or ankle, I would have immediately replaced the goblin bat with a gable head and cut it all off.]

“Then why don’t they do TS?”

[Is there any benefit to me from Cheong Hye-seong becoming TS? Isn’t that just because of the thought you’ve been saying for a long time, ‘I want a younger sister?’]

Siblings are programmed to harbor murderous intentions toward each other from the moment they are born.

If there were siblings who weren’t like that, it would only be possible in an environment where they buried their murderous intentions toward each other and worked together toward a common enemy.

For example, poverty, parents, or situations where we have to overcome adversity together.

Some people say that love that overcomes blood is wonderful, but that is out of the question for now.

It’s not like Do-cheol thinks that way about his younger brother.

It’s not like Cheong Hye-seong thinks that way about Do-cheol.

“I just wish I had a pretty little sister!”

It’s just Docheol’s personal preference.

[Even if it’s a half-brother.]

“Ugh.”

[Well, the girls who could be called younger sisters are not the cute little older sisters.]

Who are Do-cheol’s younger sisters?

One is a hot and energetic girl who sets fire to anything.

The other is an assassin who cuts down everyone without making a sound.

Unless there is a huge age difference like in Chaos, it is unreasonable to hope for a cute younger sister.

[Anyway, I have no intention of making Cheong Hye-seong TS.]

“That means there are cases where comets become TS due to some other factor?”

[I don’t know either.]

It was the flow of the original work that made Cheong Hye-seong TS.

The foundation that created this world was the will of the writer of the Gukppong Lannovel.

What if that will is passed on to someone in this world?

Or, if someone in this world has a very dark desire.

[Maybe you know. The ‘Demon of Amta’ may appear and shoot TS beams from its eyes.]

* * *

Hwiiing.

Osaka L Outlet.

With the Comic Market atmosphere in full swing, a man and a woman dressed in yukatas arrived at the Comic Market entrance.

“This is it…”

“Oko.”

“What is that, you idiot.”

“Meaning short for Osaka Comic World.”

A short-haired woman with black hair and a small body frowns openly, and the head of a man who raises his square, angular glasses with his hand is –

“And I am not a bastard. I just did my best to infiltrate.”

He had long hair that was rougher than a lion’s mane.

It’s something you’d often see at the host club over there, or something K-pop idols from the early 2000s would usually do.

“They said that if you want to go to Oko, you have to do the ‘Papan Cut’.”

A hairstyle that JRPG protagonists would wear.

“What do you think? ‘Line’.”

“I don’t know. ‘Rain’.”

The woman kept scratching the inside of her head with her hand as if her hair was itchy.

“Rather than that, is he really here? That thing too?”

“Okay. What we need to find is…. Ah.”

The man with glasses called Rain opened his mouth and tapped the Taegeuk watch on his wrist.

“In reality, the main time course players come is tomorrow.”

“……Look here.”

“It’s okay. I think there was an on-site inspection today. What are you so angry about? Is it your period today?”

“Is this crazy?”

The woman immediately kicked the man’s shin, but the man did not move.

“I was just worried.”

“Ah, crazy…. I’m really annoyed. How did you come all the way to Japan with a person like this…!”

“Of course, I can do this.”

The man put his hand over his mouth and made it into a muzzle.

“I came along myself for the sake of our young lady who can’t even pass immigration without a translator. Think of it as an honor.”

“Glory is shit. Don’t talk nonsense, and hide your identity well. …You’re just using your mana to block my kicks.”

The woman growled softly at the man.

“If you get caught, it will be a pain in the ass, so be careful. Do you understand?”

“Oh, we are just tourists? Everyone here is a tourist and just an otaku. Hey, look at that. That one.”

The man pointed to a place inside the entrance where people were gathered.

“The person who looks like Baek Seol-hee over there is also an otaku.”

“……Huh?”

The woman’s heart sank when she saw where the man was pointing.

There, Baek Seol-hee was holding something that looked like a Areum shopping bag in both hands and holding a drink in a plastic cup with her companions.

“Snow White…?”

“You can’t tell just by looking at it? I can tell right away.”

“…What did you know when you saw it?”

“Sum.”

“Ah, Mr. Lee. Don’t say it out loud…!”

“Then should I say milk?”

“Ah, sir….”

The woman could barely suppress the curse that was about to burst out of her mouth.

“Don’t use such obscene words in public places…!”

“Is it okay to do something like that in a public place?”

At the place the man pointed to, along with Baek Seol-hee’s cosplay, there was a blond-haired vertuber holding a straw in her mouth.

“That’s the mainland’s ‘Bubble Tea Challenge’ or something that I’ve only heard about.”

“……How do you drive a car without using your hands…?”

“Our Seon-a is a gumball, so… hey, hey. Let’s hide our identity. Where is the mana in your fist?”

“Even if my identity is discovered, I feel like I will have to beat you to death.”

The woman clenched her fists with a red face, then lowered her hands.

“…That’s it. Let’s meet back here at 4 o’clock. Instead of walking around with you, I’ll just walk around alone and end up lost.”

“When “Finding a Lost Child” airs on TV later…”

If you do “, you die!”

The woman shouted and walked forward alone.

“Is it because there is nothing to shake? You can’t believe you walk that fast.”

The man clicked his tongue and licked his lips at the back of the woman who had disappeared into the crowd.

“Then…. let’s go look for precious treasures that can’t be bought in Korea.”

The man immediately made his way through the crowd and headed inside.

Rather than looking around to figure out something or a place, it looked like he was looking for a corner of a supermarket to buy something he wanted to buy.

“Oh…!”

And he found it.

“This is it.”

An area with a red line extending from the entrance.

Unlike other areas, this is a place where people wearing police uniforms stand on both sides of the entrance and even check IDs.

“Would you please show me your ID to enter?”

This is not a police cosplay.

Real police are doing background checks.

“Domo, police chief. Traveler’s death.”

“…Yes? Hey, by any chance, where did you come from…”

“Ah, you speak Korean. I am this kind of person.”

The man took out his ID card from the wallet he kept in the inside pocket of his yukata.

“How old are you?”

“…24 years old.”

“Passed. If you buy something here, it will be subject to customs when you return home. Please be careful.”

“Thank you.”

The man passed the police and went right inside.

And what unfolds is a feast of all kinds of flesh colors.

“Seueueup, haha. Hmm, why is it filled with the smell of men’s sweat?”

Is it because it’s summer?

Or is it because everyone who comes to this place sweats a lot?

Covering his nose against the musty-smelling, humid air, the man savored his appetite as he looked around at the place where each booklet was filled with a feast of flesh-colored flesh.

There is no solicitation.

There are no words between people.

There are only those who choose products, those who buy them, and those who decide on rice items.

“……Hehe, everyone doesn’t know this.”

The man picked up a book with quite obscene pictures.

“This place is truly a treasure trove of special abilities.”

The books the man was holding were full of content that seemed to have a concept, something different from the ordinary.

“This place, where the mainland’s dark imagination resides, is truly a sacred place for the development of special abilities. Holy place.”

The man lifted several books piled high.

“Time stop. Totally hypnotic. Transparency. Sensory manipulation. Human body modification. tentacle. …These are all special abilities, special abilities.”

Smirk.

“Ah, it’s a waste. If Suna had seen this, it would have been easier to develop this ability.”

The man was fiddling with a book with tentacles drawn on it, then looked at the inside cover of a pile of fanzines and whetted his appetite.

“Hey.”

On the cover of the book he picked up.

“TS I can’t stand female corruption.”

A woman with a happy expression was smiling along with the phrase ‘#TS’.

“……I found it. My bible.”

* * *

[Then, Cheo Hye-seo, who became Zenroth and stayed in prison, could become Cheon Hye-seon.]

In any case, a story of possibility.

Even if that possibility exists, I’m okay with it.

because.

[Even if I blow up the egg, at least I might be able to return it to the way it was when I became a woman.]

I brought out the TS doujinshi, the reason why Docheol slandered me.

[The devil who tries to transform a man into a woman is countered by returning the man who has become a woman back to his original state. For the ‘Devil of TS’, it would be the greatest humiliation, right?]

The doujinshi I bought.

[Who said that? Even if it starts with TS, if the ending returns to a man, it’s not a TS film, it’s an apostle.]

It is a ‘male return’ story in which the main character becomes a woman and then returns to being a man.

[Cheong Hye-seong, wouldn’t a eunuch be better than a female?]