Chapter 754

〈 Chapter 754 〉 Part 2, Chapter 6, Scene 18 Viewer S

An A-Rank Monster, “Jesarwol,” is a beast that has made its home in the Gwangjin District of Seoul.

Whether it was once human or simply consumed humans and inherited their memories remains unclear, but Jesarwol claimed an entire subway station in Gwangjin as its domain.

There, countless humans met their end at its hands—or rather, jaws.

Though no match for the serpent at City Hall, an A-Rank Monster can easily claim thousands of lives if unleashed outside major cities like Seoul or Busan.

Jesarwol—whether this was its original form or the first person it devoured—is now pondering…

If it exists within a story, could it not transcend its current state and become an SS-Rank Monster?

After all, everyone sees themselves as the protagonist of their own tale, and Jesarwol certainly held the potential to grow stronger, higher, and more fearsome.

It was the king of Gwangjin.

Its earliest memory as a monster began with devouring someone powerful, and from there, it feasted on every creature foolish enough to enter Gwangjin.

No one dared challenge it in Seoul save for the serpent at City Hall.

Those who did were long since digested into Jesarwol’s very bones and flesh.

The only regret? Humans had all but vanished from Seoul, leaving only the occasional wanderer from the underground.

Thus, Jesarwol was forced to sate itself on lesser monsters descending from the north.

To a being that had tasted human flesh, these creatures were nothing more than snacks.

Monsters are born to kill humans.

Monsters are born to eat humans.

Even if they wish otherwise, the primal thirst for human flesh burns too fiercely to resist.

And then…

A distant whiff of “human” reached Jesarwol’s senses, causing it to rise.

Krrr…

The scent of a woman.

In the distance, light footsteps approached along the tracks—undoubtedly belonging to a woman.

She would be devoured.

Without question.

And perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to test its newfound abilities.

Krrr…

After daringly consuming some of the worm-like spawn of the serpent at City Hall, Jesarwol sprouted…a penis.

Though grotesque and monstrous, this new appendage brought with it not just hunger but also lust.

First comes the fight, then comes the feast.

For that purpose, Jesarwol must incapacitate its prey!

KYAAAAH!

Jesarwol roared, announcing its presence.

Even if it alerted other monsters in Seoul, it mattered little compared to marking this mint-chocolate-scented woman as its chosen prey!

“Hmph, what a cocky snack.”

The woman flicked her green tail mockingly.

Emerald eyes glinted in the dark, elongating vertically as magical claws materialized in her hands. She grinned savagely.

“Die already?”

GRRRR….

Jesarwol instantly realized—

This woman was leagues beyond even the serpent at City Hall.

It was the hunted, and she was the hunter.

CRUNCH!

Before Jesarwol could react, it felt a gaping hole in its chest and saw a black orb clutched in the woman’s clawed hand.

“Goodbye.”

Jesarwol noticed its death too late—as its head detached, splitting its vision in two.

And thus, Jesarwol understood:

If it existed within a story, it was merely a lowly mook destined to be slain by the mint-colored hunter.

Had it been cast as a mid-boss, it had already been erased before even reaching its stage.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH.

After the woman took its core and disappeared, the remaining worms descended upon Jesarwol’s corpse.

* * *

[Now we begin our speedrun through Seoul’s underground.]

On-screen, a blonde Western man explained strategies to heroines.

Though technically, this was ‘Shin-ra’ speaking through a headset while projecting consciousness into the game world where she appeared as Chang-yeom.

“…Damn, this is fascinating.”

Seok Harang watched the screen from a different perspective, her eyes gleaming.

“Are you so desperate for lesbian sex that you’re ogling girls in-game? Or do you just miss commanding them?”

Unfortunately, Shin-ra couldn’t hear this—it was a private text message sent directly to me.

Currently, in-game.

I’m streaming live beside Shin-ra, observing her as a mini-Phoenix (photo mode) while broadcasting.

Viewers: 1.

Meanwhile, Seok Harang watches my stream remotely.

Is she critiquing Shin-ra’s gameplay?

Nope.

“Harang, aren’t you watching TV?”

“There’s no one I recognize on there anyway.”

Seok Harang preferred lying down to watch TV but clearly didn’t enjoy Earth’s variety shows.

“This is way better.”

She straddled me casually, resting her body atop mine.

“Uh…you’re touching me.”

“Hmph, sure is big, isn’t it?”

“How do you even know about size?”

“Come on, when you made that bio-dildo, you didn’t just wing it. You must’ve referenced something.”

Seok Harang laughed carelessly.

Already dressed lightly in dolphin pants and a tank top, physical contact was intense—but with her pressed against me, the guilt piled up.

“Hey!”

Shin-ra abruptly removed her headset and glared at Seok Harang.

“If you two plan to have sex, I demand to join. Understood?”

“…Did you pause the game just to say that?”

“Of course. How important is that?”

Shin-ra donned her headset again and returned to the game.

“…You know everything, huh? Tch.”

Seok Harang pouted at Shin-ra.

“Sneaking around behind my back won’t work.”

“You…really want to have sex with me?”

“Not exactly…hmph.”

Seok Harang winked and grabbed my hand.

“If we have sex, wouldn’t you feel obligated to take responsibility for me? That’s your nature.”

“Is it?”

“It is.”

“…”

A woman who loves me seeks to bind me through sex.

Right next to my wife.

“This feels like adultery. The guilt is overwhelming.”

“You agreed to this. Besides, it’s not adultery—it’s legal.”

“Legal? How is cheating legal?”

“Ah, forget it. It’s legal here on Earth thanks to Baek Hee-a. National heroes are allowed polygamy.”

“…”

Baek Hee-a, terrifying woman.

Who would’ve thought she’d change the law?

“Since Baek Hee-a came up, might as well ask—what did you think of those girls in the game?”

“Hmm…”

In-game.

[Today, we’ll enter the underground starting from Namyangju. Though the bridge is broken, we’ve found an entryway beneath the Han River. This time, we move as one unit.]

Shin-ra led her team into the underground.

Heroines and allies alike were fully armed in battle gear.

“…Should I be grateful I’m not there with them? If I were, I’d probably be dressed like a magical girl too.”

“Yeah.”

They all wore magical girl outfits.

Entering Seoul without such attire?

Blasphemy.

Battle suits mean instant game over.

Thus, magical girl costumes.

“Frankly, it feels like watching a drama we’re acting out. After all, the world inside the game looks completely different from twenty years ago.”

“Does it?”

“Pretty much. Oh, and I have something to say.”

Seok Harang flipped herself over.

Her face came dangerously close to mine, making me acutely aware of Shin-ra nearby.

“There’s a broadcast booth over there. Can I use it?”

“Why should you?”

“Well, I signed a partnership agreement.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing much—just a contingency plan after modeling contracts ended to deal with persistent creeps.”

Seok Harang smirked while holding up her smartphone.

“Through real-person verification, I’ll sue anyone who still tries to eat me.”

“Will that work?”

“Of course. And besides, why not? Some cosplayers read update logs during streams.”

“That’s usually voice actors… Wait, seriously?”

Something clicked.

And during this moment…

[Didn’t we encounter some kind of monster here?]

“Yuna is genuinely beautiful.”

“She’s a goddess.”

[This is Penril’s mark. Impressive. All threats have been preemptively neutralized… Excellent work, Commander. No need to confront dangerous enemies unnecessarily.]

“Raon seems surprisingly cool. Didn’t expect it to suit her.”

[Still, I’d love to fight once. Turns out she’s not such a tough boss after all? Hmph.]

“…Opa, did you do anything funny with Nuri?”

“With men.”

“With women, I’d kick you.”

“With men, it’s fine?”

“Of course.”

Seok Harang pulled up a community post titled ‘Baby Harang’ and chuckled.

“Should I try transforming too?”

“…Don’t even think about it.”

“Just inside the house! Come on, hmpf.”

“…”

I rubbed her cheek teasingly.

“Hmph, doesn’t hurt. …Wait, what the hell is that?”

Seok Harang recoiled at something wriggling on-screen.

“Ga-eul…is that you, sis?”

[Welcome to Seoul’s underground. I am a member of the villain alliance, Blackened Group, known as <Tentacle Master>.]

Seok Harang seemed genuinely shocked.

I had my suspicions, but seeing it firsthand was unsettling.

<Tentacle Master>.

Like <Phantom>, he sported tentacles sprouting from his back.

It looked like someone replaced Ga-eul with a giant frog uncle, prompting Seok Harang to laugh bitterly.

“Aren’t tentacles exclusive to Ga-eul?”

“That’s the divergence between Earth twenty years ago and this timeline.”

I briefly recounted my experiences with Ga-eul to Seok Harang.

Her trolling woke me up entirely.

“Trolling cannot be stopped.”

A heroine never listens properly.

Seriously, how plausible is it that someone jumps into the middle of Seoul—a place where random monsters could kill you—and breaks through barriers to die outside?

“I guess Ga-eul messed up. I’d never leave the safety of this house.”

“Exactly.”

If not for Shin-ra—then Chang-yeom—I wouldn’t have let her go.

“But those tentacles…aren’t they dangerous? Even in a game, I can’t stand seeing people shoved into tentacles.”

“Don’t worry. The presumed original identity of that person was a Yeouido congressman.”

“What? Seriously? …But why tentacles?”

[Hohoho, curious about my tentacles? My goal is simple. To transform this nation from Hell Joseon into a great power. And…to kill Sun Icheol with these tentacles.]

“…Scary old man.”

“He refused to step down like we did back then.”

Between years 20 and 25, leading up to the start of the original story, Sun Icheol committed countless atrocities.

“Wow…Sun-kko-sam went insane.”

Seok Harang trembled as she browsed wiki entries.

“But why does this guy have the nickname <Eternal 3cm>?”

“Apparently, there’s a running joke about 3cm across all universes…might be true.”

“Such a shame.”

Seok Harang genuinely lamented.

“I’m a B-cup though.”

“…”