episode_0635

Magic bullets are based on the premise that once fired, they will inevitably reach the enemy.

If the enemy avoids, take even that evasion into account and use this ability to hit him somehow.

Out of absolute will, I always launch a long-distance attack on the premise of hitting the target unconditionally, regardless of whether the damage is 1 or 65535.

Do I use that attribute purely through my magic power, or do I collaborate with others to give magic bullets special abilities?

Through collaboration with Seong Ji-eun, this ability is now in a position to intercept the cradle of ghosts from front and back.

“Wow, hehe….”

The ghost sat down on the cable car.

The two magic bullets that flew in front and behind him and rendezvoused with the ghost in between were two when they met, but became four when they fell down.

To be exact, two magic bullets, and two traces of what ‘was’.

[Did you think it was just a magic bullet? I’m sorry. It was a nuclear warhead-level attack that could easily blow up an S-class cradle.]

“What…”

[You shouldn’t judge by what appears.]

It is not always the rider’s special moves that have tremendous explosive power.

Simple is best.

What appeared was just a sphere with a rough texture, but inside it was a certain will and the magic power to make it come true.

A strong will and power to cradle break even the S-class of the ghost and Hwalbindang.

“You’re lying on the outside…! Are you still super talented? ”

[Creating a flashy effect or setting the mood can only be done in front of people, but I think the answer is to just handle it quietly in a place like this where no one is around.]

Coo coo coo.

The moment the tip of the tilted pillar hit downwards, the pillar I was climbing on began to move towards the hanging ghost as if holding on to the rope.

[It’s amazing to have such a brilliant ability. That means you have confidence in your ego. But, humans can’t always live that extravagantly.]

“K, ugh…!”

[Everyone knows that food plated by a famous chef based on decades of experience looks good. But wouldn’t even such a chef just roughly put food on his plate at home?]

“Well, you’re making an analogy like that…!”

[why? ah. Should I have said Colonel Sooksu instead of Chef? I apologize for that.]

Crash.

The pillar stopped.

The ghost, sweating coldly, moved along the power lines and landed on the nearest cable car.

[When you have magical power, you probably thought it would be okay to run wild on the cable car. But what if the cradle breaks? Since the magic power is leaking out, don’t you think it’s starting to get dangerous?]

“K, ugh…!”

The ghost rolled its body to the side with a pale face.

He forced open the cable car door, rolled inside, and fell face down on the chair.

“Heo-eok, heo-eok, heo-eok…!”

Breathing heavily, kneel on the floor and hold your front and back with your hands.

It might have seemed a bit ugly to others, but he was extremely desperate.

“In such a foolish way, I…! Just once…!”

[The more S-class battles are, the sooner the showdown ends. I am more specialized in that area. It’s a way to process things quickly without giving variables for no reason.]

I stretched out my hand towards the ghost breathing heavily inside the cable car.

[The same goes for these variables.]

A stream of dirt spread out like a snake from the tip of the pillar I was standing on, and soon the ghost snatched up the spilled bucket next to it.

“Oh, no!”

I tried to snatch it.

The ghost held the barrel in its arms like a ghost, and the earthen snake only glanced at the empty space.

“This is mine…! I, I, have the power to grow beyond S+ level…!”

[That’s right. Among the people who are said to be living in poverty, how is it that there is only one person who can properly realize the vision of the organization?]

In the end, ghosts were just honey suckers.

If the devil tried to bake Gorgonzola pizza and dip it in honey, this man just tried to drink it all by mixing the honey in hot water and making honey tea.

of course.

[I will take this honey.]

“Stop it!”

I also.

“You scumbag! In the end, you are the same guy…!”

[Well, he said he could only see something, but he seemed to be thinking anyway.]

I lightly held the honey jar containing the honey in one hand.

[I will report this stolen property to the police and hand it over to the police. Then the government will take care of it. Give it to a hero, or use it to treat state guests during the World Cup season.]

First of all, some of the places where it was used were quite different, but there were no teeth marks or anything like that.

[Still, I’m glad that couple are people with some common sense. Thanks to the fact that they only extracted from the hive the amount of honey they were going to suck first, the rest is fine.]

“K, hehehe… Scholar passing by… Do you believe in the government…?”

The ghost was sweating profusely and pointing at me.

“If you hand that voice over to the government, it will just be passed on to higher-ups…! The police who obtained information at the scene will use their power to silence you and tell you to properly bury it, making it ‘something that never happened’!”

The words of a ghost are not subjunctive.

“Do you know how much bone powder has entered the stomachs of the government bastards so far? Do you know how many of the things that come out of this country and this land ended up in the stomachs of ‘Tamgwan ducks’?”

[There is someone I know who said something like that.]

I lightly tapped my foot on the floor.

[Even if the top head changes, nothing changes in the end.]

“Yeah, right! Knowing that…!”

[So we decided to change everything.]

“……Huh?”

Fazizik.

[The water below must be clear when the water above is clear. Even if clear water does not flow out due to sediment accumulating in the middle, the order of business is to make it clear from the top first.]

“You, you…. No way…”

[We just follow the teachings of our ancestors. Only then can we intervene.]

I bent down, placed my hand on my face at an angle that was not visible from anywhere else, and breathed magic into it.

[Once we deal with Choi Ho-jeong, won’t the shade of the sun also change?]

“Dokkaebi…? Bo, is this a clone…?”

[The effect was really good. Why does everyone you meet say you’re a clone? Well then, sleep well.]

Phew.

[When I wake up, I will not be in Geumgangsan Mountain, but in the Hwalbindang prison underground in Namsan Mountain.]

The ghost fell.

No matter how S-class it was, I couldn’t bear it anymore since the cradle was broken.

Rather, the fact that he has maintained his sanity so far is proof that he is S-class.

I had high expectations because it was S-class, but in the end, it ended up just tea-bagging against one of the bad guys.

[…isn’t it coming out?]

Still, just in case, I touched the fainted ghost’s head with a hammer and carefully opened its mouth.

[Did you get rid of it?]

There’s no answer.

It seems like zen loss.

[iced coffee. Tell me your wish.]

“…I don’t think he will come.”

Passs.

Seong Ji-eun, who poked her head out from between my feet, also took out a long stick and poked the ghost.

“There he is. Aren’t you missing something?”

[No wish?]

“It’s a wish that doesn’t have enough merit to make the devil drool, or it’s a wish that’s so trivial that I don’t even want to help.”

[hmm….]

To say that, wouldn’t it be that everything the wish-granting devil has granted so far has been trivial and spineless?

Or, although it may be insignificant to some, it is a wish that changes the person’s life and makes them ‘turn into a devil’.

[I can’t figure it out. [If only I knew some principle…]

Buuuung ㅡㅡ

A sound is heard from below.

Previously it was the flight of a bee, but now the sound began to sound louder, almost like the flight of a hornet.

“K, hehe, hehe…!”

Flapping its stronger wings, the demon honeysucker flew near the cable car.

“The honey…is ours….”

[Hmm.]

The evil perpetrator is not me.

Even demons can be converted back to humans if they are genrossed.

then.

[Is that your wish?]

“What?”

[Is it truly your wish to get this honey?]

I’m sorry to my sweet Italian husband, but I guess I’ll have to indulge in a little ‘experiment’.

[Is it truly your wish to obtain this honey pot and suck the honey?]

“Well, that’s…!”

[If that is your wish, I will grant it.]

I opened the lid of the container containing the honeycomb.

[Take it. I don’t want people to misunderstand that I threw it away for no reason and didn’t catch it.]

“……Huh?”

[Or should I take it to your wife over there?]

“Oh, no…!”

The devil flapped his wings and began to refuse.

“My, I will do it! No other men! I, I will give her honey!”

[indeed. That is your ‘true’ wish.]

“What…?”

[The true desire in your heart. The true desire in your heart unfolds based on an item called honey. The reason I wanted to achieve what I wanted by becoming a devil was not simply to get back the honey you took.]

I pointed to a woman crawling in the distance, holding on to an electric wire.

[Wasn’t it all to make my wife stronger?]

“…….”

There must be a different ‘true name’ for the devil honey sucker.

If I had to give it a name…

[You should be called ‘Sweet Hannam.’]

There is no particular meaning.

It means a sweet man who can become a devil for his wife.

“……Ah, that’s right.”

Sweet Hannam, or rather Sweet Hannam, slowly approached me with a satisfied look on his face.

“For my wife….”

[Take it.]

“…I will not forget this debt. At least until I die-”

The moment the devil came towards me and was about to receive the honey bucket.

Hwieueueuing!

Along with the wind, an ominous energy shimmered.

and.

“Where, how dare you.”

Behind Sweet Hannam.

“Are you really trying to grant my wish?”

A monkey’s hand covered in black fur appeared and grabbed Sweet Hannam’s wing.

“Say. I will grant your wish.”

also.

[I can’t stand people touching me.]

I found out how to summon Monkey Hand, the ‘Devil of Wishes’.

[Are you going to teach me how to grant wishes?]

“Your way is.”

The monkey hand pointed its index finger at me.

“Wrong.”