Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

A deep nightmare.

I was in a nightmare.

'This is a familiar nightmare.'

Feeling that my body was not listening, my consciousness emerged from darkness to darkness.

'Oh, Ten Tangs.'

I couldn't live in my right mind for just one day after I came to this world.

The most frightening thing was that I could understand the language of this world. For me, the language of the world has sounded as familiar as Korean.

Even though it was clear that I had never seen a text before, I could somehow read it like a single letter. So I have no difficulty speaking, listening or writing.

It wasn't so hard to guess if it didn't work out, he wouldn't have died a month after the world experience. Maybe this was some kind of blessing. But it is.

I was so scared of it.

That's why the question of 'why' doesn't always leave your head.

This world is a completely different world from Earth. There is magic, a world where monsters live in the dark. Suddenly coming to this world was a hundred surrenders, and even if I did, I never left my head as much as I doubted.

Why.

Why on earth do I understand the language?

Doesn't make any sense.

It never makes any sense that the first language you see sounds like Korean.

Then does it make sense to come to this world all of a sudden? Well, I think that might be the case. There is also a strange place in the home district called the Bermuda Delta. If you think it's something like that, it's convincing.

However, the understanding of language was an exception.

Maybe some horrible seedling creatures are wiggling in my head to make the language of the world feel like Korean.

It felt so horrible.

If it was true, they could change my mind at any time if they wanted. Thoughts, memories. Maybe even my fundamental values.

I often have nightmares like this.

Just as I came to this world all of a sudden, I return home. I am so glad and so happy that my heart opens the front door of the house to Bucchaom.

- There are parents and friends.

Mom and Dad! I'm here, motherfucker! '

I reached out to them with tears in my glad heart. My friends clap around me and say 'congratulations'. My mother and father also reached out with a smile. And then he hugs me and welcomes me.

'# $^ $% & $# ^ $% & $% & $% & ^ # $@ # % $# $^ # $'

- In a language I don't understand.

It was the language of the world.

"Motherfucker!"

- Huffy!

I woke up like a seizure.

I wanted someone to vomit roughly, it was me.

The empire was a familiar ceiling, I don't know.

"Oh, my God."

The bed was soaked in sweat. It was a terrible nightmare. My face was soaked with sweat and back sweat. It was a terrible nightmare, no smell. It smelled awful. I can't get my fucking head down.

"Umm...? What's going on?"

"Ah, Claudie."

Next to me lay Claudie of Nazin. She rubs her eyes and raises her body. Seeing that beautiful face, the spirit that had fallen into an unrealistic mood returned to reality.

I just had a nightmare.

It also has recurring nightmares that are chronically ill.

I told her that it was no big deal to look at me with worrying eyes.

"I had a nightmare... I don't remember Shiva."

I said that, but still my heart rattled.

It was a nightmare that happened several times and repeatedly, but it had to happen like a panic attack when the foreign language came out of my mother's mouth. I forgot about it for a while because I haven't had a dream, and it just popped out like this and it was so fucking dog.

Is it because the atmosphere has changed lately?

"Now."

Claudie stares at my face and opens her arms. It was a gesture to hold her. I gave her a hug like I was falling apart. I buried my face in my chest. She knocked on my back.

"Do you have any concerns?"

"No, not at all."

"Aw, don't talk to your chest! It tickles!"

"Teaeaeaeen!"

"Argh!"

I woke up with a stretch that caught Claudie's back and woke up. I simply washed and dressed. I'm a little busy. I needed to leave early.

"Cat, still today?"

"Yes, this is the opportunity."

Yes, this was the opportunity.

The city was now a festival.

This happened when the training in the inspection guild entered week 4.

The undead crowded the city in bulk.

Zombies, skeletons, ghouls, mummies, wites, flash golems... all sorts of undead that look so unpleasant have been attacking the city. So there was an emergency. Adventurers and soldiers fought with the undead.

Of course, it wasn't that difficult. Undead himself was not such a strong monster. Until then, this [Undead Mass Raid] was transformed into a fun festival.

"We need to collect Dalant."

In the wake of the Undead, all kinds of religious groups flocked.

As the number of undead people who came to subjugate and purify at the beginning began to grow more than imagined, religious differences began to fold for a moment and form a massive coalition.

They defeated the undead like a fallen leaf with a united faith.

It was a very holy and sacred massacre. The work was so smooth that the undead seemed to be subdued soon. In order to fall in love with mannerism, the undead flocked again, and some of the combat ministers commented, "Why not use this mass purification as an opportunity to dedicate purified souls to God?" Religious people gathered their heads according to his will.

'What should we do, this opportunity to ascend? Maybe we can bring down paradise. Is it only paradise? According to the Purification Index, incarnation or the Avatar of God may appear. It's a good thing. It's a big opportunity. Then shouldn't you enjoy it? Let's get everyone who doesn't believe in religion into the big open!'

The opinion came together.

It was therefore a festival.

If you bring Undead's head to the church in the city now, you can exchange it for 1 Dalant. All the congregations of the Church were making food or making religious goodies and useable goods to receive and sell the Dalant.

So the atmosphere itself became a little more tense. It was a strange atmosphere that could be called anti-human, just by going out the gate and beating up the undead, cutting off the head, taking it to the church, and taking Dalant and enjoying the festival.

This nonsense is a violent Halloween festival. But that was the bi-world sentiment. Everyone was enjoying it, so we were also enjoying it. No one seemed to think this festival was insane. I was the only normal person.

Anyway, since last week's festival, I've also been holding one hand. I have already gathered Dalant and bought a bottle of Intermediate Holy Water.

But when I saw that I had another nightmare, I didn't think the Holy Water cock had any tricks. You bastards. Let's try some blessed accessories or moustaches this time.

"Hey, you're working hard?"

"No, it's fucking unfair. You'll get that instead of holy water, I'm crazy. There are no more Event Items in stock."

"Huhuhu, what unstoppable impulse? Speaking of which, you suddenly inhaled holy water, and you didn't see much effect? So what are you looking for this time?"

"I don't know. There's so much I want right now."

Literally, all the religious groups around him participated as patrons of the festival.

The Bronze Society serving the god Verde of Cheongqing and the Salvation Heavenly Assembly worshipping the illustrious Sertoga. And to the Catholic Church, to the Virgin Catholic Church. In addition, some minor religions have also come to me with fetters.

Thus, unusual items of completely different religious colours were hung as a commodity. It is a knuckle lightened with holy water, so you can easily get it by gathering groundbreaking items such as Blessed Axe and Undead Annihilation Mace.

Of course, the city was forced to burn with the festival's heat. It was an opportunity for equipment farming. I also wanted to score quickly, so my hands would be itchy.

"I like that silver bracelet."

"Then let's go get some zombies."

I still came out today to gather Claudie and Dalant.

Claudie seemed to like the kind of shiny accessories with religious emblems. Hell, we serve Khan, but our gods don't care about those little things. She was also enjoying this religious festival.

Don't you all enjoy Christmas if you don't believe in Christianity? It was a similar principle.

"Oh, isn't this a barbarian?"

I ran into Copson when I got out. He waved his smoked chicken legs and greeted me with a bright expression.

"Nose, Copson, you..."

He's a [I love bronze society!] was wearing a T-shirt with embroidery and a poster with a Salvation Army signboard on the side, holding a big smoked chicken leg and snuggling.

This son of a bitch looks so happy.

"You're having a fucking festival."

"Uh-huh, these opportunities are not uncommon. It wasn't this much fun when I did the harvest in my hometown. Chicken legs are really good. The congregation is very good at cooking."

"Didn't you use up all the Dalants you put together? No, you're not going hunting today?"

I had a party with Copson and sliced a few zombies. I was going to find this guy again today... but I think I have a lot of fun to play with today.

"I'm going to enjoy this day. Look at this t-shirt over there. I gave you 15 talents. The nun who handed this over to me said she put the embroidery herself. She was a very beautiful woman... She was very happy to ask for a T-shirt and prayed with a handshake."

He boasted his own unusual t-shirt with incomprehensible tension. Literally, it was just an embroidered white t-shirt, and it looked like a huge window to eat 15 talents.

It was estimated that about 10 Daltons would be the price of emotional labor for the nun who shook hands with Copson.

"There's no way to explain this except that I have a heart."

I think I just bought something from a nun who doesn't like to use it. Well, I don't want to put cold water on his pink future (delusions), so I decided not to take a tackle. Throughout his talk, he successively presented a gesture of shaking his hair. At least I didn't have a voice, so it was hopeless.

Still, as much as it's a festival. If he enjoys it, that's it.

The festival of Zagoro is a law to enjoy.

"Crazy guy. I think your poster's out of your mind, too."

"Ah, you mean the Salvation Army poster? It was five talents, because the painted nuns were so beautiful. I had to live."

He had Otaku's temperament. I know a little, but posters are useless. First of all, let's get together, then there's nowhere to walk, and most importantly... No, let's skip this.

"Today I intend to play around church stalls. Personally, I hope you enjoy the barbarian too... but I think you're thinking of going hunting?"

"Yes. I intend to put together a tight set of armor or something."

"Work hard, then."

Copson then ripped off a smoked chicken leg and disappeared. Unlike outside the gates of the Undead, the city is lively and unprecedented.

Priests and nuns on all sides were advertising their stalls calling for holy names. Only the children who were particularly attractive were chosen and all looked compliant. Stupid people like Copson don't get caught.

"Well, what about kate? Shall we go out today?"

"You know what? Sometimes it's good to have a date alone."

"Zombies are everywhere."

Anyway, I tried to get out of the glottis.

Today, I intend to collect enough headaches to fill my sack. It was better to target Skeleton than Zombies or Murmies. It's better to have one Dalant for both sides anyway, so it's lighter for the King. And Skeleton doesn't smell any better.

"Huh?"

Upon arriving at the gate, I saw a familiar red-headed, single-handed nun.

She was Elise, who was carrying a large backpack with a curtain in her nunnery. She also found me and approached me.

"You're Catholic. Nice to meet you."

"Uh... you, too? Did you arrive today?"

"Yes, I am. It was a little late, but we decided to raise our hand about this trial."

I think I also participated in the festival of the Light Fame Cross.

The scariest of them all.