Mom is my constellation

"It's ruined…."

There are two parts that I've decided are broken.

The first is that from the first day of regression, I ran into this guy like the last boss.

The second is….

['Lake of Destiny' is preparing tribute again.]

[Do not remove the king's mark from your hands while tribute is being prepared.]

[60 seconds until the creation of tribute… 59 seconds… 58 seconds….]

"That's crazy."

When the shield was destroyed earlier, the body was pushed into the impact, but Bourne missed the knife from his hand.

Could it have been contagious to one of those two-footed sweet potatoes?

Even if I thought about it, I made a terrible mistake.

Wonderful. What kind of confidence does something like immortality put its foot in this body's sleep? If you're going to give up your life, there must be a smarter way.

Processable Intimidation!

Ladyship, Papeer.

Whenever he spoke, his heart sank.

"Damn...."

When I was a goldfish.

String!

[Holy City, SeongHyun-sook is sponsoring urgently!]

"Sponsorship...?"

I don't know my mother's intentions.

Of course, it would be preferable to sit still and face death...

My stats are too poor to defeat that monster, as long as my mom sponsored an S-grade item or skill here.

"What kind of sponsorship...?"

I looked at the patronage list, moving the pupils trembling.

And then,

"…!"

I admired it.

I'm really impressed with my mom's quick and judgmental ability to 'get this out' of this timing.

At the same time, I was convinced.

I'm sure I can get out of here alive!

My mom's a genius!

"Hold on one minute!"

I kept my mom's sponsored items and raised my voice.

Frozen sweet potatoes stare at me in front of Papeer like a fish in the gut.

"Wait a minute..?"

"Are you doing this because I have nothing to do with it?! I have an idea! So you guys just buy me one minute!"

Only those sweet potatoes with their feet will protect me from the lake of destiny.

What a nasty seller.

This whole thing's ruined because of them!

Sweet potatoes, who were just about to blow their skills at me, were afraid to die, and asked me with a troubled face.

"Are you sure you can handle this situation after just one minute...?"

"Why would I lie in this situation? Just trust me!"

I tapped my fangs to my chest with a nice smile to make it look straight.

They have no choice anyway. If you want to increase your chances of survival by 1%, you have to believe me, whether you like it or not!

Sweet potatoes have made wise judgements.

"Prepare for battle! You hear me? We only have one minute from now!"

Other high-stakes horses who have made the final declaration have lifted their weapons.

The hope of surviving just one minute is that they will be able to fire on their courage.

But...

Kwajik!

The fire quickly swept away like an ultra-long flame in the wind.

One minute...?

What did that dragon do now? It was neither visible nor visible.

But at some point, one of the sweet potato heads disappeared.

Puhuaak!

The hematopoietic glands rising from the cutting edge reddish the flickering complexion of sweet potatoes.

The atmosphere, which almost ran hot, cooled down like cold water.

I will hold one minute in front of this body... You're delusional.

Licking his bloody claws with his tongue, Paphnir was petty.

It was the creepiest laugh I've ever seen of all kinds.

But what I really noticed wasn't the mouth of Joso.

Eyes.

I don't know why the Jabbo with the mark on his body is in your filthy hands...

The reptile's vertically torn pupil faced me exactly like that.

I couldn't move as if I had been pierced by a skewer.

I won't let you do what you want.

Arrow.

An unidentified energy that could not be counted in attributes was gathered in front of Paphnir, whirling round.

Please!

Those dark lumps of sweet potatoes ruined everything from one to ten years.

But let's just say one good thing.

"Argh!"

These guys..?!

I brought all the fat bony donkeys who taught me how to do it right in front of the dragon!

Switched bony donkeys rush to Papeer in frenzy. With a discreet heart to protect the king!

'I can't believe this works!'

Even though I have the king's mark, their true king is Paphnir. Nevertheless, they moved to defend my identity.

Don't you have the discernment to decide who is the real king because it's a skeleton?

Of course it's me. Thank you!

Skeletons without brains work so hard, why do those sweet potatoes look so fat?

"What are you doing! Now! You guys, get in this gap!"

"Uh, uh? That, yes!"

Ouch!

The courageous sweet potatoes burst out of the air again.

Yeah, well, Paphnir's only a fly.

But...

What a nuisance! I can't get out of here!

Now there's a whole swarm of bees called Skeletons!

Between the fantasy combination of swarms and flies and Paphnir's fuss, I rolled my eyeballs to see the time left.

[3 seconds until the creation of tribute… 2 seconds… 1 second….]

"Uh, what is it? It's over..."

[Tribute created.]

Faaah!

Explosive glow burst from a swampy lake.

"Argh...?!"

The lake of destiny...!

Soaking in the lake, I was frightened when I even opened my eyes to the insane Papeer as well as dealing with the flies.

The light that swallowed the lake as a whole began to diminish in size and contracted as much as the size of a basketball.

And then,

Turn it off!

Knock it off!

The black hands that stretched out over the surface grabbed the reduced light and slowly pushed into me.

It's like offering tribute.

"Is this... the Holy Sword?"

I carefully grabbed the light given to me by my black hands.

What's the touch?

Ah, it's warm.

And above all, I can feel the infinite power that makes it difficult to measure limits!

'Finally...!'

If it wasn't for the urgency, I would have shed tears of emotion!

Whenever the light intensity gradually decreased, my heart exploded immediately.

The Legendary Holy Sword that made Lee Chan-hyuk's life wider!

It finally took off the veil before my eyes...!

"... Bookbag?"

The veil was completely peeled and finally revealed was a black bookbag.

"……?"

I don't know what kind of crazy it is, but I don't know what kind of crazy it is.

No matter how much you look at it, it's a backpack for teenagers who eat food every time they go to elementary school.

Where did the Legendary Holy Sword go?

In my eyes, I only see the reality of meaningless bookbags and dog bread.

'... Do you have any nuclei in it?'

I opened the zipper of my bag and flipped it upside down to talk about it.

Dismounting...

My mentor stared at the barbaric bookbag, which was not falling a mile from the dust, and became dust instead.

You. You're luckier than you look...! Looks like the lake of destiny likes you.

Who's that dragon bastard teasing now?

It is the strongest armor that even this body is forced to put out its tongue! You're too much to handle!

The best armor, what? This is just a bookbag, you reptile.

Are you ready? With a human body, is it time to accept the great power that the lake of destiny has given us?

It is certain that I am not ready to accept this shitty reality.

Right then.

"Hey! Looks like we've been holding out for over a minute!" It's a sad limit! "

"Ah."

I forgot those sweet potatoes for a while because I was traumatized.

At first glance, there were only three of their heads that crossed the seven.

Unfortunately, the rest became guests of the Fire and were rolling on the ground.

'Yes. It's urgent to get out of here alive for now.'

Even to avoid wasting the sacrifices of the sweet potatoes who left first!

The blacksmith sweet potato cried out desperately, bleeding all over his body.

"Are you sure there's a way out?! Huh?! Is that so?!"

"Of course! I only told you to trust me!"

"Oh! Then hurry...!"

I just took out a sponsored item from my mom.

Return Stone

Purple crystal in the form of a rhombus.

This is the lifeline itself, which takes the user out of the dungeon as his name is and returns him to reality.

What else would you need a more detailed description of?

"You, you..."

However, the sweet potato looks like it needs a detailed explanation.

Ah. By the way, the return stone will escape only the user. That's one quote.

The face of sweet potatoes that I saw in my hand was refreshed.

"I said, there is a way out...?"

"You know, right now in my hands."

"Wow, we...?"

"I didn't say you could leave, too."

You must have misunderstood something. The sweet potatoes who realized the cruelty of truth protested with bloody feet in their eyes.

"We! We're bastards!"

"If you don't, I'll ask you to sponsor it."

Who made this happen in the first place? It's selfish.

But it's virtuous to leave with a smile at the moment of separation, no matter how hostile it may be.

So I laughed as I used the return stone.

At the same time, it sends a salutary sign from the dimension of the rain to the dimension of the heaviness, of the building and of the honor.

"Then fight! I'll go first."

"Now, wait! Wait, wait! Are you crazy?!"

The last thing I saw while I was going back to reality,

Quasizic!

They were sweet potatoes whose bodies were torn to shreds like A4 paper that was crushed by Paphnir's claws. I think I'm going to vomit.

* * *

Boom!

"Uweaeek."

I didn't think I'd really vomit...

I had to solve the vomiting that was pushing me back into reality after I wore a return stone.

Because of the miserable sight of sweet potatoes being slaughtered?

No, because of the sudden dimensional metastasis. Ugh, shit. I feel like I'm riding a roller coaster 10 times empty.

"Damn bookbag!"

Even if I didn't, the weight of the suitcase, which weighs shoulders unnecessarily, turned over inside me.

You did that, but the only reward you got was an empty bookbag that didn't contain a roll of dust?

Does this mean you want me to beat up the players and go back to school?

"Please, it's a dream... Huh?"

"Huh?"

I encountered eyes that raised my body in denial of reality.

With the chunks sitting on the floor and enjoying tea time.

.. Damn it, right. They were still there.

It's the first day of regression today, isn't it? Why is the day so long...?

"You bastard?! Why did you get out of there? What about our kids?"

Are you disappointed that the selection board you sent wasn't the one who came with my headaches?

Bolt's head stares at me.

But even though I can't spit on my smiling face, even though I feel like crap, I decided to kindly answer the question with a smile.

"They all went to America."

"America?"

"Don't you understand Drip because he's an old man? It's all gone."

"……."

I didn't like my kind answer, and the impression of the masses suddenly got ugly.

"I think it would have been better. I can cut your throat with my own hands."

By the time I finished understanding the situation, the masses began to pull out their weapons and narrow the streets.

If it had been the same, I would have wiped them out with the Holy Sword with a snort.

But reality is a bookbag.

"I'll spin."

I can't. I want to swing it and beat it with a horse handle, but I don't think it will tickle because it's made of fluffy leather.

I was looking at this luggage with resentful little eyes.

Flashes!

"Huh?"

A dazzling glow burst out so that the zipper would suddenly appear in the open bookbag.

[Pandora's Box is now open!]

[Summon the weapon that will most effectively deal with your perceived 'enemy'!]

Pot!

The particles of light emanating relentlessly gather in my hands.

It was as if innumerable fireflies were gathering with me.

In the wake of the sudden eruption, the masses who were approaching also paused and entered a vigilant position.

Pandora's Box! '

It was the full name of this bookbag.

No matter where I look, I don't know why it's named after the box..

Anyway, according to the system message, this... would not be surprisingly bad.

You can summon a weapon that considers its affiliation with the enemy in real time.

It means you can cope with a variety of variables! '

I said it was a legendary Holy Sword, but I exaggerated it everywhere.

In fact, Lee Chan-hyuk's Holy Sword was an item of absolute invincibility.

For example, if an extra-large liquid monster or a full-body monster is covered in a harder material than an alloy?

Even a Holy Sword can be difficult to overcome.

'But could this bag be possible?'

Sniff!

The clusters of light hovering over the palm of the hand turn from spiral to straight.

Within days, the touch of a cool, hard iron wrapped around my hand.

Finally, after the mutagenic work,

"Oh, oh..."

"Argh...!"

I have admiration in my mouth.

In the mouth of the masses, a frightened vain breath pops out.

I had to.

Maybe it's a monster that always wears the shield of an intangible core. When dealing with humans like them, there is only one weapon that is most effective and threatening.

"I heard his gun!"

"Where did a machine gun like that suddenly come from?!"

Total.

It's also a machine gun with a Seekerman rifle extending lengthwise.

I don't know what the name is because it's not very widely seen in the military..

This one is obvious.

Steel.

"You're all dead."

In a moment.

A rumbling gunshot resounded in the mountains.