One Who Mocked the Stars
A few Constellations have posted the scene of you impersonating a Constellation on the Star Stream bulletin board!
You have achieved an unbelievable feat.
Your new ‘Story’ is being generated.
You have obtained the possibility of a Stigma.
“Huh…?”
What did you just say?
The messages popping up one after another before my eyes left me completely dazed. Wait—just because I impersonated a Constellation a little, a Story got created? Does that even make sense?
‘No way….’
Was it because I was the first Incarnation to ever impersonate a Constellation since the Star Stream broadcasts began that a Story was born? Wait—in all that long stretch of time, not a single being had ever impersonated a Constellation while still an Incarnation?
“Ah, I shouldn’t have impersonated Secretive Plotter… this is bad….”
There were already plenty of stick-in-the-mud Constellations among them. If those old fogeys saw the scene of me impersonating a Constellation that a few of them had posted on the Star Stream board, I could already feel how thoroughly they would grill me and get in my way.
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ asks you why you impersonated his modifier.
“The reason I impersonated you? Nothing special. I just did it because you seemed like a powerless no-name Constellation.”
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ snorts a hollow laugh at your words.
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ laughs madly at your words!
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ is enraged by your words!
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ is……….
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“Ah! I get it. It’s all my fault! I’m sorry for calling you a no-name Constellation! And I won’t impersonate anyone again!”
So please stop the message terrorism!
Secretive Plotter, who had been bombarding me with message terrorism after hearing the reason I had impersonated his modifier.
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ looks at you and says he will definitely remember this matter.
“I really was completely wrong. Impersonating without permission and calling you a no-name Constellation just from looking at the modifier—I was truly wrong, okay? Please forgive me.”
Perhaps because I had apologized for being wrong, he no longer sent message terrorism. However, at the end he still sent a message that would make anyone’s heart race, saying he would definitely remember this matter.
Constellation, ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ looks at you and shouts whether you’ve really gone crazy!
Constellation, ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ looks at you and clutches his belly, roaring with laughter!
Constellation, ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ spews the water he was drinking as he laughs!
A majority of Constellations glance at the Constellation called a no-name, ‘Secretive Plotter’, then quietly snicker!
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ grits his teeth and says he will also remember the Constellations who laughed at him.
“……So, what conversation were we having earlier, Mr. Cheon Inho?”
“…Y-Yes? Ah, ahem! I had asked for your name.”
I deliberately ignored the message terrorism from the Constellations that had followed Secretive Plotter’s and spoke to Cheon Inho, who was staring blankly at me. Cheon Inho, who had been standing dazed at my words, reacted belatedly, cleared his throat, and brought up the conversation topic from earlier again.
“I am Park Jinwoo, who respects Secretive Plotter—so benevolent and merciful that he forgives me even when I dare to impersonate him and call him a no-name.”
Constellation, ‘Secretive Plotter’ makes an incredulous expression at your words and snorts.
“Ah, yes…. I am Cheon Inho….”
“Why, what are you looking at like that? Are you saying you can’t believe my sincere feelings toward Secretive Plotter right now?”
“Ah, no. Of course I believe you…. Ha, haha….”
All Constellations in the channel make incredulous expressions as they look at you.
Though he answered that he believed me, Cheon Inho was looking at me with eyes that clearly said, what kind of human is this?
“Ahem, ahem! I heard the story from the people who came with you. That you fought monsters and saved our group members.”
“Yes?”
“Everyone, please gather! Here, our brave new group members have personally gone and brought food for us!”
At Cheon Inho’s words, the people who had been standing blankly behind him began to slowly approach, peeking this way.
“Whoa! It’s food!”
“Food…!”
“It’s food…! Food…!”
As if they hadn’t eaten properly for days like Gilyoung, the hungry people’s gazes bored into the convenience store bags I was holding. In the center of those hungry people, Cheon Inho grinned sinisterly in our direction.
“To personally go and bring food for us. You are truly a rare philanthropist. We are truly grateful. Dokja-ssi, Jinwoo-ssi.”
At Cheon Inho’s words, the gazes of the people who had been smacking their lips while staring at the convenience store bags turned to Kim Dokja and me.
A mother holding a child, an elderly person with an injured leg, young men and women with sunken cheeks, and various other people looked at me with mixed gazes of goodwill and desperation.
But so what.
“No.”
“Yes…?”
“I didn’t bring the food for you people.”
“What do you mean by that….”
“Why are you coveting someone else’s food? Unbelievable.”
Cheon Inho and the starving people made blank expressions at my words. Then their expressions began to twist as they glared at me fiercely.
“Does that mean you intend to monopolize the food?!”
“Are you saying only you people will eat well and live well right now!? What about us!! What are we supposed to do!!”
“Didn’t we all go get it together?! And you want to monopolize it!!”
“Leave the food to Inho! And receive a fair distribution of the food!!”
The people, thoroughly angry, shouted and ran wild.
Bang!
At the sight of the people getting angry and slowly approaching me to snatch the bags of food, I pulled the Glock 19 from my pocket, aimed the muzzle at empty air, and fired a shot.
“Kyaaaaak!!”
“W-What!!”
“G-Gunshot?!”
Bang!
At the gunshot that rang loudly inside the subway platform, the people screamed and fell into chaos. I quietly watched them, then fired another shot into the air at their still noisy shouting voices.
“………….”
“………….”
“Ah, now it’s quiet.”
After firing two bullets into the air, the people’s noisy local broadcast finally turned off.
Perhaps only now discovering the gun in my hand, the people as a group turned pale and trembled while watching my mood as I opened my mouth toward them.
“If there’s still anyone unsatisfied with us two eating the food that we hard-earned ourselves, raise your hand quietly.”
I’ll put a bullet between your brows for you.