My Game Friends Were Foreigners in Mythology

15 – How to get a Fallen Lady (3)

‘Damn it.’

When I told him to tell me, I didn’t expect him to tell me the bottom of his heart.

No matter how good a person is, there is such a thing as selfishness that it is good if I do well.

And now, her selfishness was working in the direction of relieving the guilt that was crushing her body.

‘Wait a minute.’

Guilt.

If you use this emotion well, you can use it in a good way.

In the first place, when people try to deal with others, they talk about grace or bad treatment, stimulating guilt.

In that case, can’t I, the target of that sin, use this?

‘No.’

That’s not going to happen.

“…How could I ever forgive you.”

I immediately started acting after setting the mood and voice.

“Your life is about to unfold, but everyone shows up and tries to kill you… This feeling will never be resolved no matter what happens.”

Actually, it’s Gurada.

Even if she tried to kill me in the first place, it wasn’t me who would die, so to be honest, I don’t have much emotion right now.

Rather, since I received the book of spirit and 500 million won, I had only good feelings.

But I held her weight as if I couldn’t forgive her.

“Ah, ah…”

Iris looked up at me with her face full of despair.

“But it can be reduced to some extent.”

I took something from her bag and handed it to her.

It was money.

About 5 million won of money settled in her hand.

“Isn’t the future important? It seems like I’m not doing well these days, so think about it while walking around comfortably.”

“Wait a minute!”

“Then let’s go.”

Anyway, this is likely to be a long-term battle.

* * *

“…”

Kim Hyeon-seong left her seat, and Iris blankly looked at the stack of banknotes in her palm.

In fact, she has been very poor lately.

My family’s support was cut off, and I didn’t do much work.

I just lived by saving as much as possible with the remaining money.

Even that will run out in about two months.

By the way.

‘Why…’

5 Million won.

It is never a small amount of money.

Amount of money that is equivalent to a month’s salary of a fairly successful person in society.

Even that is far less than 5 million won after taxes.

Then he handed the money to himself.

To a worm-like woman who tried to kill herself.

“…Up.”

She could not bear the weight of her money in her own hands.

It was an infinitely light weight to himself trained as an Awakener, but for some reason it felt heavier than anything the world had ever heard of.

The burden of the heart.

He must have done it with good intentions, but he was rather the worst handshake that would add guilt to himself.

“You must, you must pay it back. You must…”

She clutched her 5 million won in her hand and muttered through her tears.

* * *

‘It must have worked?’

I thought to myself as I returned home.

How to use guilt.

Honestly, it’s my first time trying to manipulate people’s minds freely, so trial and error is necessary.

So if you want to use your guilt…

‘I have to maximize the amount of guilt.’

If you have a lot of resources, you can get good results even if you control like a beggar.

And guilt was my resource.

That’s why I used a method to increase her burden.

I don’t know if it worked well, but I’m sure the engraving was done anyway.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

“I’ve been there.”

I opened the door lock and entered the house.

“You really can’t do sh*t.”

“Shut up! What about weak dill!”

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Looking inside, Nyarlathotep and Ktuga were running the duo by connecting a game console to a large TV.

The game was an RPG, but looking at the boss, it was a boss with a pattern that Ctuga disliked.

Ctuga’s method was to add deals with overwhelming tanking power regardless of whether HP was reduced or not, but this boss was full of instant kills that would inevitably die if you didn’t avoid the pattern.

All you have to do is endure that much…But there’s no way K’tuga can tolerate this.

At least, he must have died from ignorance.

“You idiot. Just hold on? Why don’t you dodge and charge?”

“That’s crazy!”

“Did I come?”

Soap.

At my voice, the two turned their heads and looked at me.

“Well, you’re here. Get out of the way, you idiot. You sit here and break this.”

Then Nyarlathotep suddenly kicked Ctuga in the butt in a solemn tone.

I don’t know why he uses such a solemn tone for me while he uses comfortable words for Ktuga.

“Mr….Horn…”

Ktuga, who had been kicked, went to lie down on the sofa, swearing as if in pain.

“Get the controller quickly.”

“Yes, yes.”

I sighed, nodded roughly, and started playing the game.

Just break it in moderation and change clothes quickly.

‘It’s easy.’

In this pattern, duck down to avoid it, and in that pattern, after jumping to the top, roll forward…

[CLEAR!]

After playing roughly like that for about 5 minutes, his hand was easily cleared.

“As expected, it’s more comfortable to leave it to you. That guy doesn’t have an answer.”

“Sheesh.”

Ctuga jerked his body around in annoyance.

“Then can I go now?”

“Okay, go in. Oh, and then.”

Nyarlathotep grabbed me as I was about to leave.

“It’s a bit disappointing today, but I did a good job. I’ll do the same next time.”

“Okay, thank you.”

I gave a rough thanks for that and entered my room.

And while I was changing my clothes, I felt something strange.

‘…Next time?’

…I don’t think so. It will be the same the next time we meet.

Can you tell someone else to do this the hard way?

“Whew.”

After changing my clothes, I laid down on the bed and opened the Book of Spirit.

-Don’t do things like training in the future. Now to you, that’s just masturbation for mental satisfaction.

After signing her contract with her, I stopped all training.

To me, training is rather a wrong action that instills wrong habits into the body.

I’d rather cut off an arm or a leg would be much better.

-If you become a contractor for foreign media, don’t cling to human forms.

Foreign press.

I have no idea what that being is.

I understand that it’s something beyond the constellation, but other than that, honestly, I don’t understand at all.

So is the existence of the greatest old thing. It’s at least similar to a Constellation, but it’s certain that it’s an existence that far transcends a Constellation.

I thought the constellation was the center of the world, but it seemed like the fight between the heavenly worlds was taking place on it.

And those celestial worlds were trying to catch me and raise me, as if they were doing Noodle Park.

To be honest, I’m happy, but I don’t know if I should be happy about this.

But why am I suddenly worried about this?

“Oh.”

It must have been because of the Book of Spirit.

The Book of Spirit has the power to forcibly stimulate the owner’s spirit and lower it.

What if the world perishes in 1 million years because you are mentally trying to kill it somehow? It makes me think like this.

Anyway, it’s effective in reducing SAN numbers, but honestly… It doesn’t seem like much.

Kikkik.

At that time, Nyarlathotep opened the door and came in.

“I knew this would happen.”

“Why?”

Nyarlathotep shook his head as if he had seen something to look at.

“I would have asked you not to cling to the human form.”

Walk!

She suddenly took the book of spirit from my hand and said.

“The SAN figures raised by these things are not practical and the efficiency is very low.”

“What?”

I haven’t heard of that?

“The weeds on the asphalt are stronger than the plants in the greenhouse. Don’t even think about looking at these. I’ll help you grow the SAN level.”

She handed me the Book of Spirit again and said.

“I’d rather give it back to the guy who’s doing Isis? Or something. It’ll be pretty effective.”

With one last piece of advice, Nyala Thorep left her room.

“…Is that so?”

Certainly, when I tried brainwashing her earlier, the SAN level dropped steadily.

Is it easy to train the Book of Spirit, but it creates low-quality mental power?

‘There is nothing easy in the world.’

I put the book away, determined to return it to Iris.

Kikkik.

“If you want to read a book that much, read this at least.”

[Necronomicon]

“Necronomicon?”

It is a strange magic book that I have never seen before.

“Instead, read no more than one page a day. Try reading it now.”

“Hmm…”

I opened the first chapter of the Necronomicon without much thought.

A feast of information coming into your head at the same time.

The information written in the first chapter was about what the Great Old Ones were.

They were primeval beings that existed in the universe.

One by one, each has a mighty power that humans cannot comprehend.

Actually, I couldn’t understand a single word of the Great Old One’s power, even though this book explains it in detail.

They are so powerful that they have destroyed countless civilizations.

The Old Ones, who had settled on Earth, were thrown into the corner of the Earth at once and forcibly became the owners of the Earth.

Constellations are dregs. It’s the dregs of not being the Great Old One.

A foolish scum that only obscure divinity remains and tries to expand ownership by meddling with humans.

“Calm down.”

Alas, the dead Cthulhu is in his dwelling place, R’lyeh…

“I told you to come to your senses!”

Awkward.

I stared blankly at Nyarlathotep, startled by the soul-piercing shout.

[SAN figures 30 / 160]

It feels like my brain is melting.

Puffed up.

I collapsed on the bed and slowly began to fall asleep.

“It seems like I’ve told you yet. Just read three lines a day.”

She stroked my hair gently and slipped out of the room.

But if it’s Cthulhu… A crazy gamer who runs the game without a break for 24 hours…

“…”

So I fell asleep.

Dive.

At Rruhe.