Arena, Alien hunting

There are 7 billion people on Earth.

If you drink one of those, you're looking at about 300 million fucking people. I want those 300 million dead. Seriously.

Convenience store Alba was particularly hard today.

Around 1: 00 in the morning, a man who had become drunk bought a bunch of beer and started drinking alone.

I got drunk and tried to eat snacks, ice cream, and squid without even calculating.

I told him to pay and eat, and then he punched me in the blasphemy saying that you ignore me too...

I wanted to report this to the police freshly, but Tyler managed to calm down in case it bothered me more.

The exhausted man left crying alone. I guess that guy's life sucked, too. I felt sorry for the way he left behind.

But you can't make me look like shit, right?

I came home from a shitty night job.

My dark and dreary basement.

Deposit KRW 5 million and rent KRW 300,000.

It is my dungeon that is cold in fall, colder in winter and colder at night in summer. Optional rainy season drips!

I took off my clothes and crawled into a thick blanket. I'm quite amazed that I haven't been able to fix my habit of sleeping naked even though I'm cold because of the heat.

I'm trying to sleep, and suddenly my smartphone is calling me.

The caller was my mother.

‘Fantastic.’

You're a mom at the end of a hard day. I'm sure you'll listen to the nagging.

‘All right, let's chew. ’

I decided not to answer the phone. Just come back when you're done and say you fell asleep and didn't get it.

I thought my mom had given up when the vibration stopped, but this time I got a text message from Ding-dong.

[Son, don't pretend to be asleep. Answer the phone. Or are we cutting allowances?]

... Yes.

Who am I fooling?

I got cold when the call came back.

“Hello."

Son, why aren't you answering your phone?

“I didn't get it pretending to be asleep. ”

Hyo-nae, my son.

“Well, that's about it. ”

Cut your allowance.

That's another way to suppress people with allowances. You think that scares me?

“I was wrong.”

I snap. I snap my tail. My mom laughed and said.

How are you studying?

“I just got back from work. When you wake up. ”

Can't you sleep for the second year?

“Don't stab where it hurts. ”

Son, don't get me wrong. Listen to me. My son is a stone head, so I don't think he should study. Why don't you just come home and fuck your mom?

Unprecedented Direct.

A crisp, straight bullet with no misunderstanding.

I stuttered and reacted with mental shock.

“Uh, Mom. That's because I didn't study. I like your head. ”

I thought so two years ago, too. Now I won't force my son to do too much with useless expectations. The role of a real parent is to find the right career path without studying or studying.

I was convinced that the career path that matched my qualifications was the owner of the Chicken Forge.

I felt fear, and I hurriedly said.

“Mom, don't do that. Just give me one more chance. If you fail the civil service exam again, I'll roast chicken stew for the rest of my life. ”

Of course, my son will be thirty next year. The convenience store next door has two children who are already married even though their daughter is two years younger than their son. Do you know how much the convenience store boasts about their grandchildren?

“That sound again. ”

That fat convenience store lady. He also seemed to have boasted about his grandson to his mother.

When will my son meet a woman and get married...?

“Let's first do something about my life and then talk to my daughter-in-law about my grandson. ”

What kind of crazy bitch would like to take a government exam and shove it up her ass until she's 29?

So beat the crap out of them and come back...

“Goodbye.”

I pressed End Call and quickly unplugged the battery.

Chicken Gang, Thirty, Daughter-in-law, Grandson, Chicken Gang again. Than the terrifying coma that knocks me down. Who lives with roasted chicken stew?

Of course, I'm not underestimating the Chicken Clan.

My mom sold me chicken feet so I could send my three brothers off to college.

But I don't like hard work.

I just want to be a public servant.

I want to work hard and get a full salary and go home like a knife.

I sigh at the frustration. I dug in the duvet and made eye contact.

I felt really frustrated. Tight and sinful heartbeat.

Damn it, this is all because of stress.

You'll be fine after a good night's sleep.

I fell asleep like that.

... and I had a dream.