12 – Bug’s Boon
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An ordinary day for one person can be the worst day for another.
The man was deeply aware of that fact.
『You bastard bastard! There are so many delinquents, but the food goes over?! 』
“It’s f*cking disgusting to see that these idiots don’t pay back…”
Private loan business has a high return, but it is also a risky job. There are many people who see it as a way to spend money and eat money because you can eat as much as 30% interest, but it was a job that the lender must follow.
Bad debtor.
Among the moneylenders, there were a lot of people who were called rogues or brazen assholes.
People who borrow private bonds are, of course, those who cannot borrow money from the bank, or those who need money even though they have borrowed enough.
A story about people who have nowhere else to fall.
Of course, there are people who pay their money back faithfully, but it was the private loan business that overflowed with people saying that life was X, so it was just my stomach. They really hurt themselves, ran away to foreign countries, and there were many cases where they left their money and went into seclusion.
Among them, the really bad guys of the bad guys act as if they put an iron plate on their faces. It is obvious that if they die anyway, the debt will rise and they will not be able to pay even, so they talk nonchalantly about crazy things that I have to look good for myself so that I can pay back the money.
However, what is more upsetting is that even in the position of a private moneylender, the words are not very wrong.
If I don’t think I can pay it back, I’ll sell it somewhere, but I have the ability and I pay it back. Even though I have a chimney-like desire to come out shamelessly on such a topic and do a real six o’clock, I am staggeringly grasping the atmosphere whenever that happens.
They are masters at pushing and pulling to the point of being suspicious that they may have had an amazing romance in their childhood.
“I’m going to do that push-and-pull with a bastard. Why are you doing it to a moneylender? f*ck you!”
The man moved toward the dark back alley, keeping the sound of his arms in his mouth over and over again.
“Chi-Pal, it’s like an X-like workplace. Why don’t the thugs smoke?”
It wasn’t that I wanted to do something out of sight.
It was just that I had to get out of the building and go to a damp, cockroach-smelling back alley to smoke.
“I have a lot of money, but if I make a smoking room, I’ll get sick of it.
A fantastic collaboration created by a loan company that has no interest in welfare and an environment where there are no smokers at all. But what can I do? My brothers who are like heaven don’t smoke, and the great Oya who gives me a salary has no intention of spending money on welfare.
The man sighed and dragged on his slippers. He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes.
“Oh sh*t, that’s a joke…”
The man sighed.
Still, where is the Dotdae?
In my opinion, I want to smoke a chain-smoker as usual, but it’s just a pity that I have to be content with just one.
‘It’s difficult because the price of cigarettes is high these days.’
After-woo.
Every time the man sucked in his smoke, he felt a sense of security in his tired body.
‘Where does the money come from? Lottery ticket… No, it doesn’t have to be a f*cking lottery, so it would be nice if there was a corner where money could come out.’
But when money comes so easily, heWould you live like that?
‘It’s like this f*cking em life.’
Emsaeng.
Mx life.
Life loser.
Losers in life.
Every time the man took a deep breath, he felt the length of his cigarette shrink noticeably and he felt like himself.
A life that is not spread but consumed.
It’s a life that doesn’t seem like the sun will shine no matter how hard you try.
Whether you play coins, play Toto, or buy a lottery ticket.
No matter what he did, the money didn’t come together.
The money coming in from his salary melts in an instant when he is called out to his older brothers drinking party and catches Gao in front of his younger siblings.
I don’t even want lottery 1st place. I would have been ready to make a fuss all day and be happy if I came in second place, but I have never won even the fourth place. Even when Toto listens to the words of youngsters who claim to be experts on the Internet, all of them miss, and he tries to curse at the players because he is overheated, but if he is sued, he puts up with it because he thinks he will be f*cked.
The coin that went up without any problem falls down the moment he lives, and even if he wants to do stocks, his eyes are spinning around at words he has never heard of in his life or terms he does not understand even after hearing them, and those thoughts disappear.
Okay.
Men are just… He was just one of many people in the society who wanted to make a fortune.
However, although he is a low-level person, he is unique in that he is engaged in private loan business.
‘It seems like the older brothers got good information and oiled their stomachs, when will I ever hear something like that…’
The man threw the burnt butt on the ground and stood up. He then stopped at a nearby convenience store to buy cigarettes and tried to go back.
“Do you want to make a success?”
Startle.
It would have been if I hadn’t heard someone’s voice behind the man at that time.
The man looked behind him, startled by the voice that seemed to be speaking from a pit that led to hell.
“Ahh! sh*t!”
And as soon as he looked back, he stomped his buttock in surprise as if he were about to pass out.
That’s also the case, because behind him was a monster who couldn’t be considered a human at all.
A hunchback covered in black armor as if he were about to go out on a battlefield. Its back was so curved that it reminded me of a camel’s hump, and it reminded me of an egg of something shiny or repulsive with a black sheen.
The hands that weren’t covered in armor reminded me of a mannequin as they were speckled white and gray, as if there was some kind of serious illness, and the torn rags draped over my body even evoked the illusion that a monster was impersonating a human.
The most frightening of them all is the face.
The black mask, reminiscent of a disgusting vermin, really looked like a giant insect.
No, if this monster hadn’t talked to the man, I would have thought that a monster had really appeared.
“Heh-huh, success. You, want success. Don’t you-don’t you?”
The monster made a strange breathing sound like a person wearing a gas mask. In addition, as if breathing was uncomfortable, words were cut off here and there, and perhaps because of the mask, the voice echoed strangely, as if it were not a person, but a machine that imitated a person.
But is it because of its bizarreness?
The man thought the person in front of him was unusual.
Devil.
No, it might be something similar to the devil.
“I want… No, I want.” ＜BR＞
Took.
Took.
The monster approached the man with a blank expression.
Hunchbacked, with too light footsteps that didn’t match the heavy-looking body.
‘It really looks like a f*cking bug.’
The man saw the footsteps and thought of the insects crawling silently across the room.
And the moment he thought of the insect, he felt the hairs on his body stand up and goosebumps on his arms.
“Now-you must be lucky.”
The monster saw the man’s face mixed with fear and anticipation.
“Great sorcery. Your luck and, uh-huh. Longing caught my eye. Ah-ah. By the way…”
Saying that, the monster grabbed the man’s hair and pulled out a bunch of his hair.
Poududeuk!
“Aww! What are you doing!”
The man shed tears from the sudden pain and glared at the monster, but soon he was overwhelmed by the monster’s hideous mask and strange atmosphere and laid his eyes again.
“You’re-lucky. And, and. Heh-. Heh-heh. You’ll be lucky.”
Roaring.
A flame rose from the monster’s hand. A small flame that appeared from the black palm of his hand, as if there had been an unextinguished ember, started to burn the hair he held in his hand as it swayed in the wind.
The monster dipped the ashes on his finger and applied it, then stabbed a corner of the man’s abdomen.
“Ugh!”
Then, as if it were a tattoo, a black dot stuck to the man’s abdomen. The dot tried to expand the area like paint spreading, but when it became a bumpy circle, it gradually disappeared from the skin as if evaporating.
“What is this?”
Incantation.
It is also a proper spell.
The man realized that what was in front of him was a sorcerer.
Even among talented people, they are treated as eccentrics, but at the same time, they are considered special.
The man intuited that he had obtained the luck he so longed for.
He sensed through instinct, not reason, that his meeting with this shaman was a turning point that would completely change his life.
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Therefore, the man’s attitude had to be polite.
“Luck, you said that it improves your luck. So, is this a spell to improve your luck?”
The monster smiled at the man’s face, which was full of anticipation instead of fear.
“K-H. A thousand words are worth a thousand words. It’s right to experience it yourself.”
The shiny face of a bug.
Eyes like glass beads.
Plaster-like skin visible through gaps in the mask.
hehehe, thank you!”
But now I wasn’t afraid of it.
The man smiled broadly and thanked him, and the monster said as he looked at him as he lowered his head.
“Feel the power of the great sorcery. I’ll be here for a while. If you need more luck, come find me.”
But next time you will get a small price-
Saying that, the monster disappeared into his back alley.