Chapter 10: The Juttak Bestows the 'Gun Law' (2)
Title: Cola? Beer? Dried Squid? All Fuck Off
Author: Mado Gonghak Chweng-o
(Photo of pistol and bullets fully disassembled.jpg)
The more I look at this, the more I realize how shallow my magitech knowledge really was. Fuck, compared to the Juttak, I was just a frog in a well. I can't even grasp how advanced magitech must be in his world. Ha, there are probably way stronger weapons than this, right? Now that Yudong Goe-i invasions are ramping up, new weapons will keep popping up too?? Yeah yeah, this is what I've been holding out for. The Juttak and I are one now. Anyone who messes with the Juttak gets this Glock 17. (Photo of hand making pistol shape and sensually pew-pewing at the screen.jpg) Nah, the 'Gun Law' will smash their fucking heads.
Even that short-ass dwarf bastard—fuck, you assholes better start posting hate pics.
Title: Yudong Goe-i Monster...
Author: Bangnang Gisa (Wandering Knight)
(Yudong Goe-i collapsing in shock after getting shot in 'that place' amid a hail of bullets.jpg)
This fucker must've been in so much pain it's crying tears as it dies... The Gun Law is fucking terrifying, shit.
Title: Fuck, Coming Back Alive Ruins the Beer's Taste lol
Author: Nanjangi Suljujeong
Nothing beats booze after hardship. Kah! Back when I slaved away making a sword for some Western Emperor bastard, the drinks weren't half as good. Shit. But does our Juttak bro drink well?
Eokgal never has a quiet day. A chuckle escaped me.
"This is only natural."
Dopamine surges even in totally unexpected situations. No, it hits harder then. Look—Nanjangi Suljujeong, who everyone thought was dead meat, even himself. He came back alive.
"Fuck yeah, dopamine rush for me too. Pistol's the shit. Booze though... hmm."
I pondered for a bit. I drink occasionally, but not like I love it. Too much and my stomach hurts the next day, making gallery modding tough.
"Beer might be different though."
Personally, I'm more soju than beer. Clean burn over bloating.
I lifted the sword he'd given me. Bright light poured from the blade.
"Ugh, blinding. First time getting a sword in my life. Never dreamed he'd send me off like this."
Not bad. Good for unexpected dangers.
Swish— swish—
"Ooh..."
It was a sword, but light as a feather. Swinging it a few times confirmed it.
You can sell trade items received from gallery users back to the Juttak Shop.
"I can sell it? This?"
Not even in the manual. Items from users can be sold for points.
I flinched.
"...Maybe previous Juttaks never had the chance."
As the manual says, the gallery had changes before I arrived—active and inactive periods. But the gaps were huge. Mostly inactive, so trades were rare. Previous Juttaks probably couldn't even give helpful weapons.
I opened the manual and wrote a reply to rule 2 with a pen from the shop.
Reason for noting it: Like the guy who made this manual for the next one. He probably died without lasting. I won't be here forever either. Could go mad suddenly, or die from penalties like predecessors. Who knows.
Never dreamed I'd be Eokgal Juttak.
"Gotta be grateful I was born on Earth—no, in Korea."
If from one of their worlds, I wouldn't be this chill. Might've lost a limb already.
Items sell at the shop's set price.
'Master Blacksmith's Iron Sword' sells for 6,000 points per sword.
"Holy fuck...!"
I clamped my mouth, but the curse slipped out. Obviously—6,000 points per sword, not 600. Over 30 swords here means at least 180,000 points.
"Covers the pistol and doubles the profit. Kah!"
Points skyrocketed; my lips curled up. Ahh, bourgeois life.
Title: No Sign of That Jokgan Bitch Today
Author: JokganUnionCommitteeChair
By now she'd be whining that all Jokgans are booze thieves! But no sign today. Did she die with a Yudong Goe-i???
Did they all die as a group? Suddenly Jokgan Hak-salja, Cheonma... The most active ones vanishing.
Something wrong? Then—whoosh—something brushed past my head.
"Oh right!"
I dug through hundreds of piled-up messages.
"Up close, it's pretty bad.... They embarrassed, can't get up?"
Most logical guess now. But maybe not—scrolled slowly.
People split clear before/after drinking. Bright ones get insecure, insecure ones brighten. All sorts.
"Kukuku. Their characters are so clear it's disorienting. I'll use this later."
Scrolling further, the latest message caught my eye.
I flinched.
Meanwhile.
"Ugh... Nngh..."
A lewd moan echoed from somewhere. A voice in deep agony.
Byeolbit Seongnye. Cecilia. It was her.
What the hell happened?
"P-please, anyone... Anyone please... Hnngh..."
Her slender hand in nun robes fell limply to the floor. It pointed to an empty beer glass.
Collapsed, clutching her stomach in agony.
"Hic... St-stomach... Ahh."
Her golden hair to her waist matted with sweat. Nun outfit soaked, clinging tight.
Breathing grew ragged. Face and ears flushed red. Body sticky with sweat, air sweltering.
Swipe.
She slowly raised her head.
"Hnnngh... J-Juttak brother, please hurry......"