My Game Friends Were Foreigners in Mythology

40 – Creeping Chaos (13800000000)

Turb, tumble.

“…”

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A saint.

South Korea’s 2nd S-Class, she frowned as she walked inside the Hero Guild.

-f*ck…I blew it again yesterday.

– Asshole. So it should have been 5.

Heroes who need to protect the country walk around talking about gambling and drugs.

Even though the S-class himself was walking.

‘No matter how rotten the country is…’

Hero is rotten.

It is impossible to recover because the roots are completely rotted.

‘What is the guild leader doing?’

And the guild leader who should correct this situation is still unknown.

It is clearly alive, but it has shown no will to work.

‘I have to work hard too.’

That’s why, at the moment she thought she had to do it right, she had a question.

‘When did heroes become rotten?’

The Origin of Heroes.

Heroes were created by the first Awakeners to protect people with a pure heart.

There may be heroes with different goals, but those are low rank.

Even if the heroes of the upper ranks don’t have a heart, they adapt to saving people and feel a sense of mission.

Especially the hero guild is more.

This is the place where only those who were born with the constitution of a hero were gathered and selected.

This means that it is difficult to even talk behind the scenes, let alone talk about crimes such as drugs, gambling, and organ trafficking.

And the guild leader neglected it until it reached this point?

This makes no sense…

Chijik.

‘That’s right. It was because of him 100 years ago.’

One of the strongest heroes, ‘Boo King’.

She poisoned this hero and left.

‘What was that…’

Chijik.

‘Oh, yes. He created his own villain organization and turned countless heroes into villains. But that’s why the hero rotted…’

Chewing weave.

‘It was. The guilds, unaware that the awakened people who followed her became villains, accepted the villains as they were.’

Of course, the guild that accepted the villain slowly began to rot.

100 Years. It is time for the strong acid to change 10 times.

That’s how the hero gradually rotted away.

‘I’ll have to correct it or not.’

The saintess made such a resolution and walked again.

* * *

“Fourth, fifth.”

Returning home, I handed the sticks to the two Cthulhu star spawns and said.

“Go to XX Apartment 405, show me this, and live there until the situation is over.”

“Yes…?”

“The youngest subdues intruders, and the daughter-in-law runs to me and reports any intruders.”

I can’t go there myself.

Because I don’t have the confidence to even look at their faces.

It must have been okay since I placed two Constellation-class bodyguards instead.

“And the maid comes to me once every three days, reports the situation, and delivers food or relief goods there.”

From finishing to delivery of goods.

“By the way, when I visited, the situation was strange? You guys will become three sisters in the future.”

“…Yes, yes.”

The most effective way to manipulate people is fear.

After giving the order to them, I handed over the provisions in the kitchen.

“I-I-I’ll go. Sisters…?”

“Traitor!”

“You abandoned your sister?!”

The rest screamed as if they were envious of the fact that they were free from me and the foreign media, but I lightly subdued them with one tentacle and thought.

‘I need to end this situation as soon as possible.’

Originally, I was concerned that I should eat well and live well.

So I didn’t even think about solving this situation.

It is easy to destroy, but difficult to assemble again.

No matter how strong I am, it is difficult to rebuild a country.

That’s something only ‘generals’ with strong charisma and commanding power do, not a one-day puppy like me who has a little bit of power.

‘This isn’t it.’

I just changed my mind.

I am an academy cadet, but my body dreams of becoming a hero.

A sense of justice as small as a speck of dust continued to hold onto my tail.

Feels like a tree thorn got caught in a sock.

It’s not to the point that I can’t walk, but it feels like it’s hard to walk.

So I decided to pull out the tree thorns.

‘How?’

But there was no way.

All I have is a mouth and strength.

A country built by mouth only becomes cunning, and a country built by force only becomes a dictatorship.

‘Yog-Sothoth.’

Yog-Sothoth who manipulates time.

If he casually intervened in my daily life, he must have a purpose.

‘Break through the front?’

As long as Nyarlathotep and Cthulhu can’t do anything about it, it’s not something we can stop with our own power.

In that case, it doesn’t seem like a bad choice to ask directly.

Is natural self-harm prevented in the first place? I’m just trying to minimize the damage as much as possible.

‘Reduces damage.’

It’s on the same line.

‘In the first place, Yog-Sothoth still doesn’t mean it.’

System limitations? Seeing that she didn’t even receive it, it meant that she was using only a small part of her power right now.

That means that she is also slightly ‘enjoying’.

‘Okay, let’s ask directly.’

I made up my mind and approached Yog-Sothoth, who was resting on the sofa in the living room.

“Hey, Yog-Sothoth?”

“Yes.”

She is too lazy to answer ‘yes’, so she answers ‘yes’.

‘Isn’t it more annoying to answer in two letters…’

Anyway.

“Are you…”

Beep, beep.

“Kyaaa!!”

Just as I was about to ask her about her situation, I heard her exclamation behind her, leaving her house.

What is it?

“Cthulhu?”

“My daughter is really good at making alcohol!”

“Heh, hehehe…”

She pours her liquor into my favorite cup and drinks it.

Cthulhu starspawn’s own brew makes even the gods drunk?

“Cthulhu, I’m talking about something important right now, so be quiet…”

“Ummm… Hot.”

Hullodeng.

She ignores my words and opens her upper chest.

Then the underwear…The underwear…?

‘Didn’t you wear it?!’

I lost my words and froze.

When I was presenting, I played the data, but it felt like a porn came out.

My brain stopped working as things that shouldn’t come out suddenly popped out.

“Hyeonseong Ahh~.”

At that time, Cthulhu jumped at me with his shirt off.

sh*t.

As it is, hug my head and say.

“Illuwaa~.”

“Where?! Where?!”

Muffling.

And while doing so, Cthulhu is dragging me somewhere.

Muscle strength that far surpasses me.

I can’t get my head around the soft touch that I feel on my head, but I can’t stand it because I’m a trader of strength.

“Isn’t this bad for Yehwa education…?”

Muffling.

However, the location of the dragging is strange.

That place is Nyarlathotep’s room.

“…?”

Feeling something was wrong, I stopped screaming, but she didn’t care.

Kick, thump.

He entered the room with me.

“You’re here.”

There, Nyarlathotep was leaning his back against the wall with a serious face.

“I’m going to burn everything that comes out of this place from now on. Don’t worry, I’m going to burn the smoke as well.”

Rest.

Ctuga crawled out from under the bed and lit his fingers on fire.

Crawling chaos is still, but I don’t know why he’s doing that.

“I-I can wear clothes now…?”

“Good work, Cthulhu.”

“Ahhh…”

Cthulhu quickly gets dressed, blushing and sweating.

As expected, was that just an act?

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“What happened. How did Ctuga know?”

“Th… Gods like us are good at capturing the oddities of everyday life. So even if it’s a bit late, we’ll find out somehow.”

“Simply put, it’s the difference in intelligence.”

“Shut up.”

Anyway, Cthu also found this out.

I wonder what would change if I added one Great Old One against Yog-Sothoth, but first of all, an important power has increased.

“So why all of a sudden?”

“Did you try to ask Yog-Sothoth directly?”

“…How did you know?”

Has there been a microchip implanted in my brain?

How did you come up with the idea you had only a minute or two ago?

“It’s obvious without looking at it. I was annoyed at the death of a human earlier. I must have thought that I wanted to end this situation as soon as possible.”

“…That’s creepy.”

I don’t know how on earth I can reason, but I can’t reach that point.

“I’ll tell you now. Don’t ever think like that. Breaking through head-on is only done when there is some room for resistance, and hitting it when there is none is an act of suicide.”

“…”

Reason returns.

That’s definitely true.

We have neither knives nor cannons to wound Yog-Sothoth right now.

It was just an attempt to headbutt him with his body.

“That almost sucked me in…Thank you.”

“Thank you later. First of all, I apologize for my misunderstanding.”

Turb, tumble.

Nyala Thotep came towards me with a frown on his face.

“Time was manipulated, you weren’t the only one.”

“…What?”

What is this?

Isn’t it because my time was manipulated in the first place and she entered my house?

“He’s just not showing off, but he’s already recoiled from the system.”

The recoil of the system.

A restriction placed by the constellations and gods such as Nyarlathotep not to exert too much influence on humans.

“Thinking about it, wasn’t it strange until now? Everything we met was strange from the beginning to the end.”

“What do you mean…”

“The only shaman’s constellation in the world, ‘Old Fox of the Back Mountain’.”

Awkward.

Wait a minute…The only one in the world…Then.

“Why didn’t the shaman who lost the Constellation show up after we killed him?”

Shaman is a high-class workforce. If such shamans couldn’t grow, of course the news and YouTube world would go crazy.

But the world was quiet. Just like usual.

“Why didn’t you go crazy seeing me the way I was when we first met in person?”

My SAN level at that time was 100.

Even when the SAN figures grew, I couldn’t bear the real thing, barely holding on to her name.

“Why did you not go crazy after wandering in the dark for five years when you were imprisoned in Rruyet?”

“…”

When I thought about it, it was so strange.

On the verge of going crazy, I didn’t go crazy with only 1 SAN left.

1.

It is too artificial.

It’s strange.

All the roads I’ve taken so far had flaws somewhere.

“It wasn’t you who manipulated time.”

Nyarlathotep said with a frown on her face in annoyance.

“This was the whole world.”