[Dream (2). #45. Dream. Gay. Homosexual. 'Respect is given.' But I can't stand it.]
I have nothing left to say. This contemptible black mage…!
“As expected, you recognized me. What kind of relationship do you have with Pluto-nim?”
Shut your mouth!
That bastard is cosplaying as a holy knight. With holy power he can use too, it’s not exactly a plain cosplay, but whatever. In the end he’s a black mage. A bastard who only obtained holy power through sincere faith.
Thinking about it the other way around… could I become a holy knight too?
Faith is needed. Old religions forbid homosexuality. I don’t know why, but I hate homosexuals myself. There’s a common ground there.
God, Buddha, Allah, anyone—grant me holy power…!
Lacking faith, no separate contact came. Only faint blue sword aura flickered.
I drew my sword. Since it’s come to this, I’ll kill him and get a peaceful night.
“I am the guardian of nature. I will execute you right here and now for choosing your ass instead of your womb!”
W-What…?
Ryan stared at me with dazed eyes. Then, realizing the meaning of my words, he glared. “H-How…?”
Gay scent is just part of being gay. No point explaining anymore.
I won’t explain any further. Today I’m going to kill this bastard and enjoy a good night.
Die, you fucking faggot!
Pluto’s Hand activated.
I summoned the invisible Black Hands. Scattering weapons from my inventory like crazy.
“Wait, let’s talk!”
I don’t have anything to say to a shit-ass. Just go fuck yourself!
I gripped weapons with the Black Hands and wrapped them in mana, swinging them mercilessly. Clang! Clang! Clang!
Attacks rained toward Ryan.
Ryan showcased his high-level swordsmanship and blocked every single one of my attacks. Overwhelming skill gap. In the previous round, with the help of 4-star players, we could have cornered him. But now there were no 4-star players to help me.
Yoo Dahui approached my side.
“You’re just trying to kill him because he’s gay?”
Yeah.
At my firm answer, Yoo Dahui couldn’t continue. Swaaa~! Jjijijijijijik~!
Cold air spread from Isilia’s surroundings. Freezing the ground and expanding the area.
Tsk, do you really have no intention of talking? Why?
Ryan brushed off the Black Hand as if it were annoying. Even though I couldn’t see it, he defended as if he could. It was an intimidating presence. If the Black Hand had been visible, he would have been suppressed already.
Ryan shouted in frustration.
“I don’t know how you knew, but you’re attacking just because he likes the same sex?”
Exactly!
With such primitive thinking…
Ryan sighed. He treated me like a savage. It was an unwinnable fight. I knew it well because I had fought it before. But I had to fight anyway. Because when a man has to give up, this is the moment to do it.
The savage one is the asshole poking your asshole, not your ass.
Why is there a dick attached? It’s supposed to be inserted into the ass. Inserted into the ass and thrust into the womb. For pregnancy. For breeding. But instead poking your innocent asshole. Homosexuals are those who have betrayed the mercy of the gods.
At this point, it should have granted me holy power.
With this much faith, it won’t. Ryan’s faith is fascinating. What is it?
Why are you fighting?
That person isn’t a holy knight? Didn’t you come down a few days ago?
His liver must be swollen? What kind of thought process is this? Going against a 5-star holy knight… Are you hoping to die?
Players gathered. Our battle was noisy enough.
They watched around us like it was a play. Boom—!
Ryan raised his sword aura. It collided with the mana of the Black Hand and a heavy explosion sounded. Even without direct contact, the power was palpable. If I received it with my own sword, my wrist would break.
From the swirling dust, Ryan emerged. Even in this absurd situation, he still shone. The power of holy power. I was so envious.
For now, suppressing him and talking is the only way.
Suppressing? You’re spouting nonsense.
I have Yoo Dahui and Isilia. Far more reliable than some 4-star player?
At some point, the ice fragments stopped flying.
Yoo Dahui yawned from afar. Why aren’t you helping?
When I stared at her, Yoo Dahui said it as if it were natural.
“I was just trying to talk, why are you so sensitive.”
This bastard is gay…
Thinking about it, Yoo Dahui sold me to him for ten million coins.
Maybe he’s gay too. But he’s not a bad person, right?
Gay existence itself is evil.
Yoo Dahui let out a deep sigh. And approached my side to whisper.
Ryan paused for a moment, watching us.
In the previous round, Titania told you that this man has strange thoughts.
That guy dreamed of fucking me…
Yeah? But that’s not wrong, right?
Excuse me?
I tried to make a human being out of you. I dreamed of playing train.
If that’s not wrong, then what is?
Yoo Dahui whispered.
You think about how to fuck other women every single day, don’t you?
Not really.
Other men are the same. Every time they wander around, they feel like killing them because of those little creeps trying to feel you up.
Whether it’s a novel or reality, Yoo Dahui always collides with men. Her beautiful appearance and sensual figure stimulate men’s breeding urges, making them approach her to try to spill their seed somehow.
But this man is just different. He only wants to insert into you, not into us.
That’s the part I can’t stand.
But that’s why you can trust it, right?
Forcefully…?
Is there any reason to trust this bastard? I can’t figure it out no matter how I think about it. His asshole isn’t yours, yet Yoo Dahui said it carelessly.
He’s a 5-star holy knight, and a black mage to boot. For your growth, this man would be the perfect teacher.
Offering my asshole to a teacher?
No, why do you think that? It’s just a dream anyway.
Yoo Dahui was preaching to me. Telling me to reduce my hostility toward Ryan, spouting nonsense.
No matter what dream you have, it’s his freedom. If I start arguing about even imagining, I’d have to slit the throat of every visible man.
…
But that’s not the case. Why? Because it didn’t happen. This man is only a kind gay until he actually rapes you.
Illogical words, but too commonsensical to refute. Until now I had been acting like an animal I never thought I was. Just because he’s gay. …What if…?
Yeah, what if? What if this gay guy does something like that, what would you do?
Yoo Dahui answered without a moment’s hesitation.
Die.
Yeah, I feel relieved somehow.
Your first is mine, so I have to take it.
…
I turned away from Yoo Dahui’s terrifying words and put my sword back in the inventory. A sigh escaped from those around who were not fighting and regretted it. Their enjoyment is none of my concern. Ryan also retrieved his sword.
Finally you decided to talk?
Yes.
As expected, men should meet women. Your wife seems wise.
Yoo Dahui’s face flushed red.
Ah, no, we’re not even in that kind of relationship yet.
Despite her firm attitude, Yoo Dahui couldn’t stop the upward curl of her lips.
I see.
Ryan didn’t seem to care much either. It was just service poured into his mouth.
Let’s introduce ourselves properly. Ryan Lionheart. As you can see, I am a holy knight.
My name is Kim Jinwu.
I smoothed out my furrowed expression and shook Ryan’s hand. Even a simple handshake felt unpleasant. Just a few minutes ago he had been pointing a sword at me. But Ryan quickly forgot that memory. It felt like he didn’t care at all.
I sense a familiar aura from you, Jinwu. That’s why I wanted to talk.
It was almost the same as the previous round. Ryan was interested in the power of Pluto I possessed and wanted to talk about it. From Ryan’s perspective, who saw Pluto as a god, me possessing Pluto’s power would have seemed like a miracle.
I hope we can interact and stay close in the future.
I don’t like it.
Even though I’m gay, I don’t force rape on someone who dislikes me. I want sex that both parties desire.
Damn, I don’t want to hear it, get lost. Please, I’m begging you.
I made some trades with Ryan. Mutual etiquette for smooth conversation. Don’t come near, don’t talk first, preferably see a group, etc. Thorough conditions for me.
Understood.
Ryan accepted most of them. In a way, I held the upper hand.
In exchange, you must keep your promise.
The only thing Ryan wanted from me was to feel the black magic of Pluto.
There will be no unpleasant contact.
He said it was fine just to use black magic from afar. That was it.
Different from the previous round, Ryan didn’t act familiar with me. His behavior pattern changed because of my sudden surge. This is proof that no matter how much effort the regressor puts in, he cannot create the same bonds.
No unpleasant contact? What the fuck?
I’ll kill him somehow. I’ll kill him with my own hands. Even though I ate with Orde first, Ryan was aiming for my back. A previous with no forgiveness, no matter what words. That’s why I overlooked it, thinking it could be a stepping stone for my growth. My growth is ultimately for killing Ryan. This is necessary patience.
With that resolve, we returned to the guild house of the Red-Haired Mercenary Guild.
When you weren’t here, I talked with Miss Ellie. I don’t know how many days, but I decided to stay here. Miss Ellie cheerfully allowed it.
It’s a fairly large guild house, so there should be many empty rooms. Ellie used her small power to accommodate us. …I have to pay fees.
There was such a contract. Thanks to that contract, the Red-Haired Mercenary Guild can exist as is now. I have the right to demand the fee.
Before that. Cheers!
After a long time, we clinked glasses at a proper tavern. It wasn’t a hut or a cabin, so the tavern atmosphere was full of it.
Yeah, it should be this noisy.
In the Tower of Struggle, the only things to enjoy were alcohol and sex. If I enjoyed drugs, a terrifying old age awaited.
Everyone was in constant struggle about when they would die, so anyone who caught their eye would roll around messily. The Red-Haired Mercenary Guild was a guild with nearly a hundred players. It seemed easy to make money since they engaged in commerce.
It’s chaos, chaos.
A normal drinking party. Starting from players who come every day to leave their mark on the Red-Haired Mercenary Guild, to guild members bonding with each other. Occasionally, a man and woman exchanging sex appeal would go upstairs or leave outside. Watching that, we tilted our glasses.
Huge orc tank beer mugs, emptying half at once.
Already five glasses. Why so fast? Can you handle it?
Handle it? If someone saw me, they’d think I was drunk.
Where are you seeing it?
Ah.
It wasn’t normal beer. The alcohol raised much faster than what I ate in modern society. Yoo Dahui clicked her tongue and snatched my glass.
Stop drinking.
Where to?
…Bathroom.
I obediently handed over the glass and stood up. Balancing my wobbly body and heading to the bathroom.
Would medieval times have separate men’s and women’s restrooms? As the author is a modern person, I thought he’d show that much flexibility.
They didn’t divide it…
Public bathroom with urinals and sitting toilets installed. But I didn’t spare applause because it was a sitting toilet. From the third floor, since the guild stayed here, the convenience of facilities became important. We needed someone to take on miscellaneous tasks, and as various jobs increased, we could live without hunting.
Shueeet…
Loosening my belt and opening my bladder. Like releasing water from a dam, I just poured it out. …What?
Then I suddenly felt someone’s gaze. Ellie was staring at me fixedly.