The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

A room in a dimly lit prison during the day.

With a unique atmosphere surrounded by men and women, Clement was seriously looking at the cards to be discarded first.

As a person who was at the center of a country, I am good at the kind of rush.

And as a long-anticipated man, he hates losing a lot.

Even if it were a prisoner's bullshit, I had no intention of letting Clement win this battle.

(Fortunately, the hand is always a strong player. With this, you can win without making it....)

Calmly staring at the bill in her hand, Clement looked around secretly and thought about it.

His opponents are former brave men who have been neglected and lost by powerful people in the country, big men who have turned all their thinking abilities into muscles, young people like women, the elderly, childish young people, and prostitutes.

All of them were unlikely to be surprised from Clement, who had crossed with thousands of opponents in Haichiyama as Prime Minister.

Barely an old man with a soft waist who looks like Clement - who, to speak for himself, often hides his unspeakable nature - it is enough to be vigilant when it comes to prostitutes who are inexpressible and powerful.

Clement built a strategy in just a few seconds and first put his finger on the card he threw away.

In anticipation of a powerful battle between cards soon, I will leave pictorial and "2" tags.

Carefully, you may want to dispose of the weakest "7" in your hand as a token, but since there are many players, you don't know how many times the order will turn.

Instead of leaving some leeway behind, you should keep cutting down the weaker bills.

At first he didn't doubt that it was his turn because of Heidemarie's call, but he basically threw away the "seven" tag.

"Revolution"

From the side, the voice of the Hydemarie was heard, and four bills were thrown at the same time.

"... what?

"Oh, I can't hear you, Clemens? Revolution."

Beautiful prostitutes are kind enough to repeat themselves, but they still don't know what they mean.

I mean, Clement was dull and couldn't keep up with the development.

"... no, I thought it was my turn."

"Oh, no. You don't think you're the parent of the game?

Your cheeks are stained with shame, as if you were an over-conscious person.

Hidemarie smiled glossly through the gap that had clogged her words for a moment.

"So from now on, the strength of all cards will be reversed, thank you."

"... what...?!?

It was Clement who got a little nervous this time.

"What do you mean...?!

"After all, if you put out four cards with the same number, a revolution will happen and all the strength will be replaced. It's a clean game rule, it's a trick."

"Does anyone have an acrobatic technique that goes to the bottom of such a value base from the beginning?

It's as rough as sifting at the meeting.

Clement was so brutal in Hydemarie that she unexpectedly forgot the calm things she usually cared about and screamed.

But all I had to do was squeeze my shoulders like I was used to.

"Absolutely, you're a woman who really likes to attack with her hands. If you have a decent mind, you won't be able to revolutionize yourself."

The only young woman who stood on Clement's side and threw a disgust was a young woman who somehow felt that Clement had met in the past - although he simply said so because he was burning up against the whore.

As the young man shrugged his shoulders, Hydemarie leaned her head recklessly.

"Terrible, [jealousy]. Don't tell me I'm the only one who likes the revolution."

When she passed through the turmoil caused by the revolution, she whispered to the Queen of Hearts and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Pretty Elma, by now, she might not be doing anything to cover things up."

What did she think? She smiled and played the queen of picture cards with her fingers in love.

"This is the girl you raised so dearly. I can't help but inspire everyone I meet - to be sure."

"Hmm, it's unusual to lift it up. I'll tell you what, it won't hurt to get complimented."

Young man - Rezel gave it back spicy in his mouth, but his expression seemed not even full.

He is more "maternal" than any other woman, and when he accepts it, he cannot help but relax the guard of his heart.

Especially if you can lift up Elma, the proud "daughter."

"Speaking of irritation, does she take care of her skin even if she lives alone? I thought I had prepared a cosmetic technique that could transform the skeletal skin quality of people from the ground up, but the path of beauty should not be a day. If you don't go without yoga and stretching, and occasionally throw away old rubbish, you won't get to the beautiful Sutva."

"... I've always wondered, why do beauty explorers often fall prey to the Oriental spiritual world?

As soon as Liesel raised her eyebrows worried, the adjacent Holst threw herself half-eyed.

Still, there seemed to be no doubt about the fact that a single girl had the skills to transform each individual skeleton - which was no longer magic.

Because,

"Brain stem surgery is better than yoga, and surgery is better than meditation. Instead of talking about mental strength, I think if you put a slut directly into your muscles and nerves, you can be more sure to be" beautiful. "

Because he can easily transform every human skeleton by applying medical technology himself.

Liesel and Holst glanced at each other.

"Shut up, kid. Human beauty comes from the inner glow."

"Inside, it's not physically a collection of nerves and muscles."

I made each of them fight for what they believed in.

Then, as if to embody it with a card, each threw away 10 of diamonds and 7 of spades violently.

"Oh my God, don't you think so? Both of you. The mental approach of [jealousy] and the physical approach of [greed]. By absorbing both, Elma could definitely be the creator of the supreme beauty."

"Oh, Elma's enzyme juice doesn't feel the fusion between Western scientific methods and the spirit of the Eastern diet."

That's good, isn't it?

Morgan gently relented, Gilbert in tune with it, and Isaac nodded in a few words, releasing six, five, and four cards without hesitation.

Heidemarie, who was watching, shouted, "Oh."

"The numbers and the pattern (suit) are tied. Clemens, you can only play" 3 "cards."

"... what?

Clement, who was left behind in the conversation, looked up dazed.

The charming whore blinked her long eyelashes and leaned her head slightly surprised.

No, I don't.

And giggle innocently.

"No way, don't you have a card to take out from the beginning?

She touched Clement's cheek to stroke her child's head.

You're so cute.

It was definitely an insult.