Chapter 169 – Molang Fantasy (7)
The Ghost Fairy King, having discovered the whereabouts of his daughter—who was like an enemy to him—immediately moved from the land of the fairies straight to the human kingdom.
“Despite how much I warned her…!”
Riding on a unicorn, one of the faster mounts, he arrived at the royal annex where his daughter worked as a health teacher, his heart filled more with sorrow than rage.
Eventually,
“It’s my fault. You were right. It’s my fault for only doting on her and raising her that way…”
He even began to blame himself.
“How about a drink later?”
“No can do. Today’s my daughter’s birthday…”
“Oh my! Then you’d better get going.”
“Sorry. See you tomorrow.”
Whoosh—
Easily slipping past the ironclad security guards protecting the prince’s annex, he first checked the maids’ quarters.
“She’s not here.”
How do you know that?
“Those women’s undergarments don’t fit that child’s body.”
Aha!
He understood immediately.
“If she doesn’t share quarters with the maids, does that mean her treatment is better than expected…?”
It could also be the opposite.
“…If that insolent mouth were in front of me right now, I’d tear it apart.”
What a shame.
“Anyway… you’re holding out surprisingly long.”
Me?
“It feels like it’s about time for you to disappear from this body… yet you’re calm and doesn’t even beg to have your body returned.”
I’m still doing fine, that’s all.
“Hmph!”
With a snort, the Ghost Fairy King boldly infiltrated the main mansion inside the annex.
Kitchen, dining hall, bathhouse, greenhouse…
Every room was well soundproofed, but that only worked against ordinary people. Someone of the Ghost Fairy King’s level could pierce through thick walls and eavesdrop on the interior.
“Your Highness…!”
“……”
Just like this.
At his daughter’s moan, the Ghost Fairy King’s expression twisted horribly.
***
In the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>, there are various religions, but no matter how different their doctrines are, the creation myth is always the same.
「In the perfectly Molang world created by Molang, when Molang spoke the word ‘Molang,’ life was conceived.」
That’s why in the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>, there are largely two types of native inhabitants (NPCs).
Nature and Molang.
Ordinary creatures born from the mating of male and female, and monsters randomly created by the god called ‘Molang.’
The type that users use as fertilizer for their growth can be considered the latter, which is supplied infinitely.
“His Highness has been hit by an arrow!”
“Find the assassin!”
“We must catch them no matter what…!”
The annex belatedly realized the prince’s death and fell into chaos.
For ordinary life, death is final.
Even noble bloodlines and fairies were no exception.
“Haha! No one even mentions my daughter’s death. Even if the dog we raised at home died, it wouldn’t be like this.”
The Ghost Fairy King, who had burst in without even introducing himself, killed both the prince and his daughter without exchanging a single word, then fled.
He could no longer endure the reality of his daughter—who had betrayed her family and kin for love—now living miserably after losing even that love.
[Achievements 10,000+: 5th Job Advancement]
[Achievements] 13507
[Class] Greedy Necromancer (5th Job)
[Title] Son of the Dragon King (B)
[Level] 164
[Aptitude] Priest
……
For me, who swept up achievements as payment for helping, it didn’t really matter either way!
“Now…”
Swoosh—
The Ghost Fairy King, shedding tears of resentment, staggered to his feet.
“Even if it’s only during a human’s short lifespan… for the sake of my kin… Farewell, mister! I won’t go far!”
Thinking it was the perfect timing, I reclaimed my body.
The driving force behind it?
[Greedy Necromancer (5th Job)]
Lend your body to a specter and receive achievements in return. If the soul’s achievements become too many, you permanently lose the avatar.
“Perfect.”
A perfect usurer who double-dips achievements with the ‘Priest’ aptitude!
The Ghost Fairy King, who hadn’t even anticipated my counterattack, was expelled from my body without even managing a proper goodbye.
(Interesting.)
Oh! Respected senior! Why were you so quiet?
(Just dealing with you alone already gives me a headache, and then another bastard barges in—I couldn’t even think straight.)
Aha!
(Most of all… if I interfere, the specter gets crushed and annihilated.)
Hm? What does that mean?
(It’s a bit embarrassing to say with my own mouth, but I am the Blood God. A god. A mere king who died from his rebellious teenage child’s uprising would have his soul crumble just from meeting my eyes.)
That’s not just bravado, right?
(If you don’t believe me, feel free to test it.)
“Hmm~”
So even if I hadn’t achieved 5th Job Advancement, I could still reclaim my body.
(That’s about right. But waiting without interfering was worth it.)
Exactly!
[Title] Son of the Dragon King (B)
[Level] 168
[Class] Greedy Necromancer (5th Job)
[Achievements] 24096
[Aptitude] Priest
“Now…”
(I’ll summon the imperial princess for you.)
Time to meet a new specter who’ll provide me with even more achievements!
***
“…How exactly did you manage to reach 5th Job Advancement in just a few days?”
“Right?!”
“Even I, who squeezed in playtime whenever I could, am still only at 5th.”
“If it were easy, they wouldn’t have called me in the first place.”
“……”
I threw back at the witch Ranuvel the exact words she’d said to me right before logging off not long ago. In response, she made a very displeased expression.
Serves you right.
(I don’t see what benefit there is in provoking the imperial princess of the empire.)
“…..”
The senior’s sharp remark made me feel uncomfortable too.
“Mr. Kang Moon-soo. Could you tell me how you did it?”
“Information for information.”
“…Fine. What do you want to know?”
The witch who had summoned the black dragon gave me the first chance to ask.
“My question is…”
Senior?
(Ask about the Sword Demon’s identity. When I asked, she skillfully dodged the question.)
“What is the identity of the Sword Demon?”
“A human.”
“I already know that much.”
The imperial princess paused for a long while, as if organizing her thoughts in her head, before answering.
“Do you know the creation myth of the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>?”
“Yes. I know it. All that about Molang creating everything with Molang and saying Molang so life was conceived…”
Even when I read it seriously, I still had no idea what it meant!
“In the perfectly Molang world created by Molang, when Molang spoke the word ‘Molang,’ life was conceived.”
“Yes. That one.”
“You understand that it’s not through the mating of male and female, right?”
“I get the creationism part.”
“The virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy> has an average daily login of about 600 million people. The living beings they hunt for experience points and achievements number over 10 billion.”
“That’s insane.”
“Now imagine—not bacteria, but creatures that take as long to grow as humans—disappearing by the tens of billions every single day. Within a few days the ecosystem would collapse, and eventually humans would end up hunting each other until extinction.”
“Hmm…”
This wasn’t something to just admire.
“Yet <Molang Fantasy> can still be maintained because of the constant supply of prey created by the god. Got it up to here?”
“Yes.”
(Ah, so that’s what it was.)
The senior already seemed to have understood everything.
What is it?
(Stop asking questions one by one and keep listening to the imperial princess’s explanation.)
Ah, yes.
“The Sword Demon is the same.”
“Hm? The Sword Demon is prey?”
“…I salute you for still not understanding even after this much explanation.”
(It means they are an essential existence for maintaining the dream.)
Aha!
“I was joking. It means they’re absolutely necessary to keep the dream going.”
“It seems your wise senior quietly taught you.”
“……”
I couldn’t argue back.
“The Sword Demons gather to create dreams. And those who use those dreams become new Sword Demons.”
“Ah…”
Now I understood the principle.
(The question we had. That’s why settings from the original works—even ones the original authors didn’t know—naturally blended into the dreams.)
“That’s also why I disliked your actions, Mr. Kang Moon-soo. You help people enjoy only the dreams and then escape. It’s blatant freeloading. It’s a crime.”
“……”
“Every time you interpreted everything self-centeredly without knowing anything and acted like a hero, it was truly uncomfortable for me.”
“…If it bothered you that much, why didn’t you just say so right away?”
“Question over.”
“Huh?”
“Now it’s my turn.”
“Ugh…”
As promised, I told her about the Necromancer.
“Such a method… It’s a shame I can’t use it.”
The imperial princess looked extremely regretful.
“Because you’ve already reached 5th Job Advancement?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“I am the imperial princess of the Holy Roman Empire. There’s no guarantee a specter won’t do strange things while possessing my body.”
“Like suddenly stripping naked in the middle of the street?”
“…Do you want to die abroad for the crime of lese-majesty against the imperial family?”
“Sorry! Please spare me!”
Feeling my life in danger, I groveled just like I had with Song Sun-young.
“Hmph! Whatever.”
“Thank you!”
“It’s rude language, but you’re not wrong. There’s no witch who’d be fine with stripping in the street.”
“I wouldn’t be fine with it either…”
“You’re a man, so it wouldn’t drive you to suicide, right?”
“Gender discrimination and prejudice are bad things. I’m a very delicate man, you know.”
“Then would you commit suicide?”
“No.”
My photos and videos in nothing but a triangular swimsuit are already all over the internet. There’s no way I’d throw my life away just for showing ‘a little more’ on the street.
“This method is something only you can use, even if you know about it.”
“You keep mentioning only witches… Aren’t there any men?”
“There aren’t.”
“There’s the imperial prince, isn’t there? Ah! Maybe being royalty makes nudity awkward.”
The witch spoke slowly, in a very uncomfortable tone.
“The probability of a child born to a witch inheriting the aptitude is extremely low. And even then, most of them are girls.”
“Aha!”
“You… No, never mind.”
“What is it?”
I hate people who trail off or stop talking midway more than anything.
“Mr. Kang Moon-soo. Ever since you received the Shaman aptitude, have you never felt like your life has become way too easy?”
“Like the protagonist of a novel?”
“Yes.”
“I’m aware it’s thanks to the aptitude.”
I know my place well enough.
“People die easily. Even if you’re a taekwondo gold medalist who can dodge bullets, you can’t survive a grenade or poison gas.”
“That’s true.”
“Chaebol families have such excellent information networks that very few of them ever lose big money on sports betting. They know which athletes are likely to win. But because of you, things got messed up.”
“Ah…”
“It’s not just one or two sports. Soccer is untouched, so South America’s side is relatively quiet, but the number of chaebol who want you dead is enough to trip over. Does that sound absurd? Just because it’s sports? Put another way: to them, you’re nothing more than a sports athlete. A commoner they can kill by throwing a little money at without any repercussions.”
“……”
So this is the dark underbelly of society? It sent a chill down my spine.
“Recently they missed once, but do you really think the reason your girlfriend and you are still safe is thanks to the government’s efforts?”
“…Isn’t it?”
“You probably didn’t realize it, but the reason you can mouth off to the imperial princess of the Holy Roman Empire, interfere with her work, and still be alive is…?”
“……”
The more I heard, the stranger it got.
“Mr. Kang Moon-soo.”
“…Yes?”
“While you’re busy persuading patients to wake up from their dreams, you’re the one who really needs to open your eyes to reality.”
“……”
“Witches help people die happily inside their dreams. And you’re receiving help in reality.”
I felt dizzy.
The idea that my entire life had been dancing on someone else’s palm.
(Don’t pay it any mind. By that logic, every human is just a puppet controlled by their nation and capital.)
“Huu…”
Calm down, Kang Moon-soo.
The senior’s single remark helped settle my churning stomach a little.
(Don’t waver—straighten your shoulders. Are you going to fall for the witch’s word games again?)
Ah!
(There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. She’s only helping because she wants something from you. So be a little more confident. I’m absolutely not saying to be hostile.)
Thank you…
Every time I hear the senior’s advice, I realize I’m still just a rookie.
(You know it, that’s enough.)
“Mr. Kang Moon-soo. If you understood even a little of what I said, stop thinking so self-centeredly.”
“I understood, but right now you’re the one receiving help from me, aren’t you?”
“…It’s your senior’s doing again, isn’t it.”
The witch Ranuvelhe 13th looked extremely regretful.
“No, it’s not.”
“Don’t ignore a woman’s intuition. It’s not like I’ve only seen you once or twice.”
“……”
“Call me again when you’re done.”
Pop!
The witch, frustrated that the conversation hadn’t gone her way, logged out as if fleeing.
“…Shall we go.”
I entered the ruins where the specter who would become my next source of nourishment was sleeping.
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