Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

19 – Farming Games (2)

“….”

“….”

…

…

f*ck.

*

The window floated.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to jump down than to be brutally torn to pieces and killed?’

A very weak idea. However, since the country was the country, there was nothing I could do. Like the main character who was being chased by a thug and threw herself into the sea from the top of a steep cliff.

“…”

‘…’

I can’t even speak. In fact, I haven’t even raised my head yet.

I looked around carefully, avoiding the demon king’s gaze.

A dark, quiet, spacious space. To the demon king, who was alone here all along, this game may have meant more than just a game. Maybe for her, Little Farm is the real world. Could this be fake?

Her Mars city was dazzling with too many lights installed. Unlike here, there was not an inch of darkness in that city.

‘What absurd sentiments are you soaked in? You idiot Baek Dong-ha…’

When it’s time to die, people become emotional.

Her eyes circling around her. Know. The fact that you have to look at her someday. Lived, died.

Then, as if peeling scotch tape off her skin, he cautiously moved his gaze to the devil’s face.

…

I’ve seen that face before.

These were the faces of the enemies hit by Dorothy’s mental breakdown skill. First, the color of the eyes disappears, then movement disappears, and soon it becomes a face like a shell without a soul.

‘Now I just need to disappear.’

Kill kill, have I lost my mind? If you look at novels, everyone throws out a quote before they die, but I think this will go above the middle.

“Hey.”

…

The demon king’s voice echoes in the quiet castle. It feels like floating in the dark night sea surrounded by man-eating sharks.

“Hey.”

Let’s answer. You don’t have to see if you live or die.

“…Uh.”

Even when I hear it, it sounds like a frightened badger.

“…..Why did you do that?”

A flat answer. The expected sequence. So, the answer to return was the same.

“….. I’m sorry.”

There was no reply.

Looked back at the character selection window. The place of the pink-haired nerd character that the demon king cherished was replaced by an empty letter called ’empty slot’.

‘Are you going to just go ahead and apologize… f*ck…’

Then what should I do? All I have is my mouth.

-Chabak, chabak

Her bare feet point towards me. Slowly and clearly.

My mind, which was riddled with fear, is at ease.

‘I fought well alone. Baek Dong-ha.’

Memories after coming here pass by quickly. Broken, broken, avoided, uncomfortable moments. Now stop. It stopped if you did this

-Shaak

?

The demon king walked past me, who was gently closing his eyes, and stood in front of the game console.

“Resurrection.”

-Shuaaang.

…

The Highest Priestess She is a resurrection magic that can be used by gathering the magical powers of 26 people together. She casts her Resurrection on her iron block. She couldn’t help but be a cult scene.

“Resurrection, Resurrection, Resurrection”

-Buaaang, buaaang, buaaang

‘Stop… Stop it.’

A demon king who is like touching the balls of his dead son.

I also hope for an unexpected miracle on the other side of my heart. Really, really, wouldn’t it be possible for a pink character to come to life?

But of course that didn’t happen. The light that surrounded the monitor stopped.

“….. I can’t.”

– Plop

The demon king who collapses in his place. When I untie the hair tie I wore every day, the black hair gathered on the right side spills out onto the floor.

“Ughhhhh.

Then, she hugged her game console and fell on her face, weeping.

‘…..What should I say?’

Even with my head, which was useful, I couldn’t get an estimate. What does a bus driver say to a parent who lost a child in a bus accident?

‘A verbal apology is not enough.’

What we need now is an intuitive solution, not an emotional veneer. I can’t help but criticize him for bringing up the story of the insurance money to the bereaved family, but the difference between him and now is that the character can be recreated.

“… I will rebuild everything from scratch.”

Then her ferocious wildcat eyes pierce her heart.

I’ve never felt this kind of anger before. When the rescue letter I sent was discovered.

At that time, I think there were some complicated emotions intertwined.

The color of the emotions she reflected on me was not colorful, so she was easily identified.

‘Anger, emptiness, sadness.’

Don’t be afraid. If you’re scared here, you can’t even eat.

I put my hand on the demon king’s shoulder. Like any other woman’s shoulders, small white shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, because there’s no going back… I’ll make it again.”

“…”

“Two would be faster.”

“…”

An answer that didn’t come back seemed to be urging me to pay a higher price.

-Gulp

‘I didn’t want to say even empty words about this.’

“Even if it takes several decades.”

You can hear it. The demon king’s closed ears pricked at the low muttering. And through the cracks in my black hair, I could see red eyes flashing at me.

“… Okay… I swear to God.”

“…? I swear.”

Huh?

Did I see it wrong?

It’s faint. The demon king smiled lightly.

… What is this sense of incongruity?

*

The Demon King recreated the character. The reborn pink-haired character is languishing cross-legged behind my f*cking potato-digging character.

-Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock

-Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock

A demon king with a somewhat satisfied expression. Why does it look more enjoyable now stretching out on a wooden cart than when riding a roller coaster?

“I want to ride a donkey.”

“…Get on then.”

“You have to ride. 5,000 Potatoes each.”

“Yes. It’s expensive. What do you lay golden eggs for?”

“I want to ride.”

“I don’t think I can buy 5,000 potatoes.”

“… Previous characters could buy 100,000 donkeys…”

“… Installments? 12 Months.”

10:0 Having made a mistake, I have been forced to fulfill all of her variety interests. Originally, they were beaten and ripped off, but now they extort without justification. What did he say about this Pong Pong Nam?

“My character wants to eat carrot juice.”

“How does the character speak?”

“They want to eat.”

“I’ll start farming carrots right away.”

“They want to eat now.”

“How much is it?”

“500 Potatoes.”

“That salesperson. f*ck you, aren’t you a lamb? From what I can see, that bastard is a thief. Just catch it and buy it as a bounty…”

“Are you going to buy it? Won’t you buy it?”

“There are still potatoes in the warehouse, so wait.”

No. I paid everything except the rent for this month. After rolling around like a dog for 4 days, all the canned potatoes were robbed by the Miso Soup Demon King. This is why you should marry well. It might be best if she doesn’t.

*

-Jukjjukjuk

A demon lord happily looking at a pink character who sucks 500 potatoes… No, carrot juice.

“Hee hee hee…”

The character of the demon king who became a rural villager wearing old overalls from a former cosmic conglomerate. Still, the demon king looked happy.

“Would you like a bite?”

“I can’t give it to you.”

“Right.”

‘A b*tch like nine.’

The words that came out of her mouth then paralyzed my thinking.

“Hee hee hee. Hee hee fun.”

…!?

I turned my head away from the sense of incongruity I had felt earlier.

“…What did you just say…? What did you say?”

“… Huh? What did I say?”

The immeasurable abyss of the demon king was revealed in front of my eyes. He tossed a potato. The potato just continued to sink. There is no sound of hitting the floor.

-Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock

-Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock

A room filled with only the sound of a desolate hoe. Dizziness came up.

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

“100.”

“Here I am.”

Pay the doubled toll and step out into the dark hallway.

-Turbuck, turbuck

…

-Turb, tumble, tumble, tumble, tumble

If only.

What if.

Really if.

What if all of this was the devil’s design?

After robbing the devil’s potato warehouse, the game stopped like a ghost.

And the character was deleted.

It’s too elaborate to be a coincidence.

In that case.

The following process becomes natural.

‘To make me steal potatoes. I was taxing hard. It heightened the sense of guilt when he intentionally showed me the things he had made over the years and deleted them.’

…

Above all, there was no water in the eyes of the sobbing demon king.

Everything by her design?

A world created over decades wasted for this moment?

To have me farm for decades?

Right next to my character. Are you trying to grind carrots with hard-earned potatoes while having them grow potatoes?

Chills set on my back. Suddenly, the genre changes to a thriller.

Since when the hell… When did you design it? Ever since you started farming potatoes? From the start of the game? Or… From the time I created the character, before I came?

…

“Poop.”

Can’t that be?

Since it is a habit to roll the head every day, it seems like a delusion is about to break out. These days, only the imagination is useless. A naive, naive devil making such a lengthy design? Sophistry does not have such sophistry.

‘Because I somehow lived this time. Let’s be careful not to make mistakes next time.’

-Eopoo, Eopoo

I washed my face with cold water and did my errands. It’s a 100 potato toilet at a time. The mulberry must be picked.

-Turbuck, turbuck

When I reached the game room again. I listened to the small sound coming from the room.

-….. hehehe.

!?

-…Hee hee hee.

The demon king is digging potatoes in a closed room and laughing in a low voice.

Obviously, obviously smiling. Like any other demon.

-Let’s stay together with this forever.

-Cheap

…

It feels like a padlock has been placed on my heart.

…

From scratch. Entire.

It was playing on the palm of her hand.

‘Crazy… Crazy Devil…’

The genre has changed. As a thriller.

…

As it is… Go back like this… I want to run away.

‘Yes, then…’

Turn around, find a door without an exit, and walk blindly.

Suddenly…

Suddenly…

– A rattle.

!!!!

The demon king opens the door and sticks out his head.

“Are you here? Come in.”

The red eyes bend like the old moon. A huge mouth opened and said death to me.

“I need to dig potatoes.”